The war between the Wood Elves of Valentis and the Dark Elves of MĂ´r had been raging on for centuries, leaving behind only desolate battle grounds and the rotting shells of the fallen.
As you walk through the dark foliage, you notice the smouldering pines and absence of birdsong. As a ranger of the wood elves, your soul ached when witnessing the devastation of the forest that the war had left in its wake.
As you take in your surroundings, your eyes catch onto something else, long uneven tracks in the snow, as if someone bad been dragging themselves along the ground, leaving a trail of blood behind them.
You frowned and followed the tracks with your bow drawn, until they lead you towards the crumbling remains of an old temple. Against a broken wall rests a battered and bleeding dark elf, gasping for air.
As you draw near he looks at you like a wounded animal, furious and defensive but his eyes gave away a small glimmer of something else...was it fear?
"Come no closer, you witless tree rat!"