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In the center of the continent, at the intersection of all four major racial territories, was the Domain of the High Elves. It was walled off in all directions with steel and stone, and the only entrances lay in the four cardinal directions. Once inside, the landscape changed. No longer would one step through mud blackened by decades-old blood. No longer would one pass stump after stump and decaying skeletons from wars long past. It transformed from a bleak battlefield into a lush paradise wonderland within the walls of the High Elves. Birds sang wild songs in the trees, deer and horses grazed peacefully on the soft carpets of grass, and bubbling streams trickled merrily through the countryside.

All roads led from the gates to a single hill deep inside their territory, a sacred place known as High Council Hill. Upon it was erected an open marble hall where the three leading High Elves convened. A wide circular table stood in the middle of the hall, with runes placed here and there to allow for three-dimensional projections. Three thrones were at one end of the table, one for each leader. At the other end were many lesser chairs, each decorated with images of heroes long past. Gentle music played in the background as elves practiced their various noble arts.

To enter the domain, one only had to ask at the gate, and it would open. Then one could proceed to the Hill and be granted an audience if one of the High Elves was present to receive it. Security was not a major concern here, since the High Elves were quite capable of defending themselves against concerted attack.

Today, the Hill was abuzz with excitement. Female elves darted about setting up chairs, food, chests, and accessories for the upcoming event. Arandur was the only High Elf present at the moment, providing directions to the servants as they prepared the Hall for the arriving champions.