Many centuries had passed since the end of the Three-Kingdoms War. The elves had suffered the worst by the time the war had ended, their once great civilization had come to a crashing end as their great forest cities burned. The elven population had already been in decline before the war, with very low birth rates among the females, and the war itself had taken the lives of ninety percent of the men. Eventually, the only option was to abandon the cities and flee before the coming horde, and flee they did…<br/><br/>The population fractured into clan lines, each heading in a different direction. Many didn’t make it, and they were either enslaved by their enemies or killed for sport. The ones that did escape made it far, far away. Some went north to the mountains and the ice plains beyond. Other’s traveled south, towards the great jungles and deserts and others headed far to the east, beyond the Barrier Peaks to the coast. In these remote areas, the clans settled and lived a more primitive, meager existence.<br/><br/>The humans and orcs had fought more of less to a stalemate, the elven kingdom split between the two and they fell into an easy truce. Most people are surprised the peace has lasted this long, though other than a few border skirmishes, the peace has indeed endured. While the elven population dwindles, the orcs and the humans multiply at a staggering rate. Some humans have come to believe that elves are now extinct, except for those still living as slaves in the cities. The majority of the orc tribes are too busy waging war among themselves to really notice what’s going on beyond their borders, or to really care for that matter.<br/><br/>But in the far corners of the continent, elven life goes on. Gone are the elven archmages and High priestesses; gone are the towering spires, universities and theaters, or the engineering marvels that were the cities high in the canopies of giant oaks. These elves live a far simpler life, living in huts and other improvised shelters. Fishing, hunting and farming sustain the people. Few remember the days of great magical feats, and those who do and more than happy to keep those secrets hidden. The day to day activities in these clanholds are usually performed by the more numerous womenfolk. The men, few as they are, hold positions where they can administer their communities, and direct projects for prosperity or for defense. Many of these men are the keepers of knowledge, be it historical or magical in nature.<br/><br/>Over time, these clans have lost touch with one another. The distance between them and the harsh environments simply made trade and communication too difficult. They certainly assumed other clans existed, but where and how many was a mystery to all. Each clan learned to quickly adapt to their new environments and in some cases drastic evolution took place, including physical and physiological changes. New skills were learned, minor magics revolving around their environments often became commonplace. No longer did the elves worship the old gods, now, most elves pay tribute only to the Revered Godmother and the Spirits of Nature for it is the land (or seas) they inhabit that sustains and provides for them.<br/><script class="js-extraPhrases" type="application/json">
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