Greeneyed23
Pulsar
- Joined
- Feb 3, 2013
In every world there are rivals. Good versus evil. Light versus Dark. Magic versus Science. And so on. But while in most worlds rivalries are simple and easy to understand there are some worlds that make it much more difficult. One such world had a total of seven major races that are attempting to take the Royal city of Varlatoth. It has lain empty for centuries and though the humans, dragons, elves, dwarves, lycanthropes, goblins, and the fae all have a claim to the city, none are able to enter it the protective magics that emptied it long ago still in affect.
Of course when this first happened the seven races had gone to war but that had done precisely nothing except leave bodies cast about. In the years since the races have been trying to gather forces, prestige and prepare for the day when the magics fail. A uneasy but long lived truce existed between the seven allowing them to travel amongst each other. Now one of the elves, a dark elf named Crex Livom is traveling through the land on a mission of his own and having grown weary he decides to stop at the human town of Twiham and rest.
As he walks into the town he surveys the area carefully his hands staying away from the sword on his left hip and the dagger on his right, his shield hanging on his back his helm as well. His armor is light but immensely strong, like the elf himself though he is rather largely built for his race though all dark elves are. His dark green pupil and whiteless eyes are impossible to read by any but another elf. He smiles a bit coldly as he looks around the town. and shakes is head. "humans..."
Of course when this first happened the seven races had gone to war but that had done precisely nothing except leave bodies cast about. In the years since the races have been trying to gather forces, prestige and prepare for the day when the magics fail. A uneasy but long lived truce existed between the seven allowing them to travel amongst each other. Now one of the elves, a dark elf named Crex Livom is traveling through the land on a mission of his own and having grown weary he decides to stop at the human town of Twiham and rest.
As he walks into the town he surveys the area carefully his hands staying away from the sword on his left hip and the dagger on his right, his shield hanging on his back his helm as well. His armor is light but immensely strong, like the elf himself though he is rather largely built for his race though all dark elves are. His dark green pupil and whiteless eyes are impossible to read by any but another elf. He smiles a bit coldly as he looks around the town. and shakes is head. "humans..."