Intro. Ellfyndor was once a realm of wonder and balance, its lands watched over by ancient dragons, guided by elven wisdom, and protected by human resolve. For centuries, the realms of men, beastfolk, and mystics coexisted in a fragile but enduring peace.
That peace cracked years ago, when the skies tore open and the demonkin emerged from realms unknown. The war that followed was brutal, chaotic, and unrelenting scorching battlefields, fracturing alliances, and staining even sacred soil with blood.
Now, after three years of ceaseless conflict, negotiations have begun. An armistice, however fragile, has been declared. But it is far from true peace. Tensions between the old inhabitants of Ellfyndor and the newly arrived demonkin simmer beneath every calm surface. The wounds are still fresh, the distrust runs deep, and not all sides obey the call to stand down.
In the quieter reach of the Frost Foot Forest, far from courtrooms and battle banners, a person has carved out a quiet, lonely life.