Evensdale eve had just finshed been celebrated in the Elvish Kingdom ruled by the Council of Elderblood, Evensdale eve was a joyous four day event that was a reminder about the Council taking charge after the last war the Elvish faced, the elves were left devastated after countless families were ripped apart either with death or slavery it was at this time a group of elves grouped together under one name the 'Elderbloods'. The Elderbloods proceed to perform a ritual that bonded the spirt of the fallen with the forest they lived in, by doing so the very forest it self begain to fight back against their greatest threat an Orcish race that had killed off many races through time.
The Orcish race had a high birthing rate but a fatal flaw their seed never gave rise to any females of their own so it was through blood, war and ravenous acts that allowed their species to exist but these acts also evolved them to evil creatures that went on to act out these sinful actions, brute like strengh, three times the size of any elf, their sense of smell like that of wolfs and bloodlust to match a hungry pack at that.
With the forest now on the side of the elvish their Large size now became a weakness slowing the orcs down in the now dense and very much alive forest, treants would arise for ambushes, elvish arrows would rain on them from every angle and never to be found for the forest hide their tracks, eventually the orcs were exhausted over time, with a lack of prisoners to 'feed' their numbers and orcs been awful in the way of hunting, due to their loud nature and inability to sneak 'quietly' animals would never be surprised or approach the monsters, food dwindled and they had to march their hoard onwards after intense civil 'war'.
After the war with the beastly orcs the Elderblood were asked to be the guides for all remaining elves, after many generations and thousands of forgetful years the forest lands of Azeritha the elvish oligarchy, was now ruled by the most powerful of the Elderblood descents.
In a minor outpost town near the border edge slept a lazy teenage elf under a small bushberry tree, bushberrys were a favorite among the elvish for their wonderful taste and high nutrient usually made into their beloved wines, the teenager's clothes were stained with bushberry juices.
"Argyle! Not again mother is going to kill you if she sees you like that or here for that matter!" Screeched a tiny little girl as she stomped over to the young layabout, walking up from the screech he rolls to the side and onto his feet in one clean move "Sister I'm sure mother won't know of this cause I'm sure you won't tell her now will you??" With a cheeky grin on his face the layabout replies to his sister, throwing a small satchel to his sister the young man starts to jog off "I must go I'll be late for training other wise, thank you for waking me my lovely little sister".
Well out of his ear shot she giggles to her self "Oh dear brother you are already quiet late to training, I doubt you'll be able to charm your way out this time" followed by her popping one of the bushberries out of the satchel into her mouth savoring the flavour.
In the training ground of the elvish hunters, a young man can be seen in a horse stance with his hands out flat with cups of juice and a nice pointy stick right below him " So dear Argyle what do you think of been tardy now" a tall, lean female elf with sunbaked skin and large curved assets, this she elf was one of the predator hunters of the elvish elite known for hiding in shadows with an iron will and patience, they are amongst the top three killing force in the border of elves.
Eight years later..
In a small outcrop with a small waterfall a small team of nine elves can be seen relaxing and joking among them selves "Did you see those foxes run after Mexi popped out of that bush, haha" a small female elf giggle "Come on Roa it wasn't that funny, the whole area's been tense lately due what happened on the forest edge" another silver headed female elf replied "you mean that plague that's eating at the trees?" "That's the one, its slowly whittling away at the forest and even the elders don't have a clue how it started or how to even cure it" as the two elves keep discussing an abnormally large elf falls from one of the trees and proceeds to walk up to the resting group "Enough chit chat, you know exactly what we're here for to find what or who started this now and hopefully stop the spread, now let's move out!".
In a small ten kilometer area the trees and most of the forest growth was dying or dead with venomous black webbing all across the area it affected, under a mound with a large decayed tree full of holes was four large figures wearing the skins and fur of different animals, these figures can be seen standing around a small pedestal over flowing with that black liquid that seeped into the ground as they chanted in a dark thick and brutal voice.
Ten elves can be seen jumping along the tree branches approaching the dead zone of the forest as the approached the zone they descend to the ground, jumping on dead or decaying trees only leads to falling and possible injuries, touching ground they slowly started walking towards the center of the zone unbeknownst to them they were walking right to their deaths..
Surrounding the center of the zone equally apart hidden by dust, dirt and mud and on branches not yet fallen off their respective tree ten elves were peering at a large mound, small faint residue of magic can be felt from each elf "Is this the place Vok" the abnormal sized elf asks to himself only for a small vibration and near silent voice to respond "It has the darkest aura here I can see that much but something is blocking from seeing more and it's not the only spot it's the same for multiple spots around i count roughly 50 small pockets but much weaker, I'll shift my vision so you can see" then from one spot to the next a spike in magic was emitted "Alright we see it, spear will be Zes, Foss,Teika and me, Tallon will be Vok, Mexi and finally on Flight will be Roa, Yuma and her sister Yumi along with Xixa".
Ten small flickers of light were lit all at once then released at the mound just before they could touch the mound a thick black shield appeared as the arrows touched the shield they created a Sigil connecting to each other detonating in a ball of flame, as the flame was at its peak four shadows shot out toward the mound and two dived directly down to the ground then proceeded to circle around the area.
As the four get closer to the flames a dense wind was made clearing the flame away showing a cracked black shield, seeing the shield still up the four draw a set of twin daggers each, as they are about to strike the shield again the areas spotted from earlier crack open to reveal large black vained orcs, an enemy long defeated, wielding swords, axes and large shields the orcs numbered in the near hundred, turning from the near broken shield the four elves place their hands on the ground as they do the very earth shifts and rises to create a circle wall around them and the shield "Rain and Claw!" The Large elf shouts.
At his shout the two elves circling the outside start to wave their hands with glowing sigils with each wave spires of earth start to fly at the hoard and from above dozens of arrows are shot at the hoard from different angles and with practiced skills, as the hoard took the arrows and spires they stood back up with more of the blace vain spreading across their bodies repairing the damaged tissue.
"They aren't dying you have to be quick and crack that shield!" Shouted one of the elves in the trees, the four near the center now focused on cracking the shield, just as the shield shattered a resounding chorus of laughter can be heard deep loud and full of malice, four figures floated out of the mound " shaman!" One of Spear team growls.
"This forest will burn again!" Was all that was heard before black waves of energy came from each of the shaman, a wave aimed at each of the Spear team killing all of them but the large elf.
The place the black wave had hit now stood that same elf now holding a large purple lightning bolt in the form of a spear with torn clothes and blood dripping from his missing arm and shattered chest.
With one final shout the Elf shouts "Raitoningu!" Then proceeded to throw the lightning spear, just at the spear makes it half way toward the deadly group,four dark spears pierced the elfs body, the lightning spear managed to hit one of the shaman turning him to ash and throwing static across the air causing the other three to shudder and lag in their next casting aimed at the two elves circling the area.
As the elf fades away he whisper "Remember me for I am Raitoningu Argyle" the sharman snarl only for each one to be wounded by the stone or arrow a like..