The Elves being one of the oldest of the civilised races, have mastered warfare as they have every other pastime to which they turn their minds.
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Elves rarely take to the field in great numbers, but when they do their victory is all but assured. Mercilessly drilled infantry and uncannily accurate bowmen combine to wipe their foes from existence in short order.
The Elves are peerless warriors, skilled with bow, sword and spear, and their mastery of magic is beyond compare. Elves are highly disciplined and utterly deadly. Garbed in exquisite, glittering armour that is at once light and flexible, yet stronger and more resistant to damage than the heaviest of human-made plate mail, they march swiftly and silently to war at their king’s behest. Few can stand against the Elves, and none who threaten their ancestral homelands can expect any clemency or mercy.
Once a proud race, the envy of all other mortals, the elves have fallen far indeed. They once boasted the greatest mage who ever lived, Calisor Fenulian, but by forging the Fenulian Mirror, he shattered the Celestians themselves. In the wake of the God War, the Elves became a broken people. Time and again, they have been stuck by betrayal and catastrophe, some of which have affected the other races of Pannithor. Most recently, Mhorgoth the Faceless, the greatest necromancer of all time, was unwittingly unleashed upon the world after being educated in the ways of magic by the elves… a mistake they will not rush to repeat.
Though their lofty pride remains, the elves are a fractured and bitter race. Winter’s Flood slew half their race in an instant. Those that remain have split into several fractured Kindreds, each with their own customs and prejudices.
The Northern Kindred claim to be the most powerful Kindred, counting Mage-Queen Laraentha, the figure head of the elven people, among their number. In addition, the Twilight Glades and the capital Ileuthar, sacred realms to the Elven Kindreds, lie within their borders.
The Sea Kindred broke from the Western Kindred when Winter’s Flood swallowed their lands. They now control the finest navy in Pannithor and bear elven goods and trade across the world.
The Dragon Kindred hold the one remaining blessing of Calisor, a friendship with dragons. Only those of the Dragon Kindred may bond a dragon, granting this Kindred power disproportionate to their numbers.
Within the Mouth of Leith lurk the cruel Twilight Kindred. Favouring underhanded tactics such assassination and poisoning, they seek to return one day from the dark and conquer all of elven kind.
Roaming the eastern savannas in nomadic bands, the Eastern Kindred were once renowned the greatest artists and musicians in Pannathor. Now, war with the Twilight Kindred has reduced them to a dour people, more skilled with a blade than a harp.
Within crumbling towers, the Southern Kindred stubbornly defy the ever-expanding Ophidian desert, though it has long since claimed their cities below. Vast libraries of knowledge may lie within their towers, but arrogant and suspicious, they allow no scrap of this knowledge beyond their walls.
Reclusive and utterly hostile to outsiders, the Ice Kindred hide away in the Bitter Lands. Their King Tyris is the only one who can open the frozen gate which bars the bridge into the Bitter Lands.
Though not a proper Kindred, a small contingent of elves have set up in the Winterlands under the rule of Prince Talannar Icekin, the exiled son of King Tyris. His frozen city of Chill has gathered all sorts of distasteful races to it, though what Icekin plans remains unknown.
Believing that the elves originated in the forests, the Sylvan have sworn themselves to the service of the Green Lady, at least in her capacity as a Shining One. Despite their split allegiance, the Mage-Queen Laraentha counts many Sylvan amongst her closest confidantes.
Truly, the elves are a broken people. Only in their city of Ileuthar do they come together as one. All the Kindred are welcome and old grievances are set aside. No blade may be drawn or spell cast. With tensions between the elves rising ever higher, however, one must question how long till the conflict breaches Ileuthar’s walls.