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An old Wild Elven chieftain, preparing for battle against the Orc Queen, that had unified under a single banner all the orcs of the plains in a single Horde, the Horde of Antor.

She was raised as a child in the cities of her forefathers. When she was still too young to understand it, she had seen them fall. She was a teen when the refugees tried to learn how to survive wandering in the plains, and she was among the generation of younglings that began a new episode in the live of their peoples, as hunters and gatherers.

She had seen the fall of their people, cornered to the very brink of destruction. She was -like others like them-, the ones who avoided destruction, and ensured the -bare- survival of their people in any way they could.

And now, that survival was being treatened by the same ancient enemies of old.

Some suggested to do as they had done before, to migrate south of the Shaa river, beyond the borders the orcs have claimed for their empire.

But she remembers, even after rivers dried, forests disseapeared, deserts and dunes extended, after for long the wind eroded the ancient stones, where her homeland once was.

And she wouldn't leave the few things they had achieved in that diminished, misreable survival for the orcs to take.

The Elves of Aiers, while mortal, are long lived, and live in a world they see age: the nations their form, the cities their build, houses, clothes; all of it they see decline and decay.

Living in an efimere world, after the end of the elven age of hegemony in what would be seen as an apocalypsis to their whole world and worldview, many elves adopted philosophical posturers of the inhability of destruction, of destiny, pesimism and fatalism. Some fell to a general mood of despair at a perceived pointlessness of existence that one may develop upon realising there are no necessary norms, rules, or laws, with a crumbling of some elven societies.

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Mature Content

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Mature Content

An old Wild Elven chieftain, preparing for battle against the Orc Queen, that had unified under a single banner all the orcs of the plains in a single Horde, the Horde of Antor.

She was raised as a child in the cities of her forefathers. When she was still too young to understand it, she had seen them fall. She was a teen when the refugees tried to learn how to survive wandering in the plains, and she was among the generation of younglings that began a new episode in the live of their peoples, as hunters and gatherers.

She had seen the fall of their people, cornered to the very brink of destruction. She was -like others like them-, the ones who avoided destruction, and ensured the -bare- survival of their people in any way they could.

And now, that survival was being treatened by the same ancient enemies of old.

Some suggested to do as they had done before, to migrate south of the Shaa river, beyond the borders the orcs have claimed for their empire.

But she remembers, even after rivers dried, forests disseapeared, deserts and dunes extended, after for long the wind eroded the ancient stones, where her homeland once was.

And she wouldn't leave the few things they had achieved in that diminished, misreable survival for the orcs to take.

The Elves of Aiers, while mortal, are long lived, and live in a world they see age: the nations their form, the cities their build, houses, clothes; all of it they see decline and decay.

Living in an efimere world, after the end of the elven age of hegemony in what would be seen as an apocalypsis to their whole world and worldview, many elves adopted philosophical posturers of the inhability of destruction, of destiny, pesimism and fatalism. Some fell to a general mood of despair at a perceived pointlessness of existence that one may develop upon realising there are no necessary norms, rules, or laws, with a crumbling of some elven societies.