Elders

In essence of the world, where the skies bled and the war wept, the Elders rose nestled deep within the heart of the Enchanted Forests. Each elf, a sentinel of ancient magic, bears the mark of their tribe. The tapestry of their society is woven within threads of arcane knowledge and an underlying bond to nature's unknown sentiments.

At the rise of the blood moon, the air flows with the collected power of the arcane, as the Elders tribe solemnly reveals itself, with mystical powers of the celestial mysteries, motion begins, bringing the stars closer to the earth. With a tribe of glistening eyes preying upon the reflection of the untamed wild, they whisper to beasts, withholding secrets only the wind could understand. Together, the tribe upholds the balance of their world, seeking to keep balance in a universe so sick and twisted.

As whispers stir among the leaves, speaking of a darkness creeping from the depths of the forgotten ruins. The Elder, Finroth Dawnstrider, a noble and wise man, draped in robes as red as the autumn leaves, warns of a time when the stars will falter and the earth will moan. He expressed the prophecy of an age to come where the elves must unite or face oblivion. The legend says “Those who fight can conquer evil, but must fight as one.” The Opaline visionary shows the black and white illusion where they can conquer, or can have a tragic downfall resulting in complete disappearance.