The Fall on the Eleif

The War on the Eleif

When Wendilin had taken the Elves, or as in theirs and the Azlexii tongue Eleif, he gifted them with wisdom, and great thoughts of knowledge in magic and the arts, and set them to settle in the greatest forests of Azileáx. When they met humans, and later with the coming of the Azlexii they did meet, and had wondrous times. Trade flowed from Dwarven city states through human woods and fields to the Elves, who worked in swift blades and ornate jewelry, which found possession in the great Kings of the Azlexii, who valued the gifts as if members of their clan.

But not all came well, for with great knowledge there was need of great wisdom, and in latter years did such wisdom lack in the elves, and they began to let in thoughts of power, and narcissism.

“Why should we deal with humans?” Pondered the Fairhaired elves, who lead elvish kind. “We are superior in ways they do not understand. Even among our lesser kin with red hair and freckled faces, they are greater then that of man, dwarf, or giant.”

And so the elves talked, yet in early years of such beliefs little changed, and trade flowed and peace stood. But then the elves stop discussing to themselves simply in mumbles about superiority, and turned to talks of action. When the Traders of Humans came to the  Kingdoms of the Elves, they found that much of their goods taken, and claimed as tribute, then limited in the values of what left they could trade. Then when one of them complained of the treatment by the elves, he was imprisoned, and never heard from again. The only thing that was ever seen of him, was the fingers sent back to his Thane. The once grand view of the Elves, of fantastic craftsmen and intelligent thinkers, skilled warriors who aided in wars against Dragons and Liches, was turned into stories of cruel men, twisted by Hubris and blinded by wealth. 

The gods looked down upon the earth, and many were disgusted by the Elves, abandoning them. For twelve years the Elves watched as their crops failed, their hunts faltered, and their crafts quality fall. Some saw their errors and prayed to the gods for forgiveness, but the Få of the Elves said that it was the Humans, that they had become jealous, and cursed them with dark magic, and tricked the gods into forsaking them. He vowed they would pay for their jealousy. When on the new year the Druids sliced the Fåyer's plans, but he dismissed them, believing it a sign of triumph. When the Druids realized his madness, they fled with what followers they could gather, knowing the doom that would come.

The Fåyer drew on every clan to supply there sons for war, and launched raids on the human tribes and clans. At this time one man had risen as Avansar of many of the nations, including those attacked by the Elves. His name was Vlolg, who's name meant Despot, for at birth omens showed he would become a man feared and rule over great Realm. Vlolg sent a messenger to the Elves, to cease their raids or be destroyed. Like the Merchant who once complained many years ago, all that the Vlolg ever saw of the messenger again was several fingers. Enraged, Vlolg gathered his men, and marched on the Elves. For half a decade he warred against them, leading men onto the Elven lands, and crushing those that resisted. For how they treated his messenger, Vlolg decided that all should be punished, and in the river and stream blood flowed as the Elves were beheaded, and their bodies thrown in the water. Finally Vlolg faced the Elven Fåyer in battle. The Fåyer was skilled, but no match for Vlolg. When he had killed the Fåyer, he gave the body to be eaten by his Wolves, and what remained of his bones buried. Vlolg left the Elven lands, barren and void of living, but not of dead.

From the Elief lands rose spirits. These were the Elief Marna, ghosts that were filled with rage and hate. Long past the age of Vlolg and his kingdom, and on for all time these spirits would haunt the Elief lands, and would harm those that would come upon it, only the greatest of magic and swords made from ancient elven silver could harm them. Meanwhile, those that fled from there came to the lands of Nevev and Flales, were they remain in small numbers. Never again would they travel to their homeland where their Hubris and greed had turned them from the wisest of all mortals, to corrupted monsters, who's fates had been tied by false illusions of superiority.