If only some of these men and women had enlisted sooner. Perhaps they could of made a difference. When the Demons of the south had pushed north, there was no co-operation between any of the species. The humans pushed back, the elves defended, and the Dwarves went back into their mountains like a giant collective turtle.
It was only two short years before all three great peoples were enslaved to work for the Demon people whilst bound in iron chains. They were hedious, with glowing red eyes, horns of different animals, evil metal teeth, and pitch black skin. Even the Giants have fell into their power.
The only beacon of freedom is a city of Dawnpointe, a city just on the edge of the northern icy sea, only inhabited by farmers and those wishing to apprentice in magic. Any free being, weather human, or Dwarf, Elf, Giant or half Giant, or gnome, they are here. Scraps of the remaining free world, some are even soldiers that had escaped capture from the evil foe.
Elinora was the newest arrival to the last free stronghold. She was an Elf of six feet, with stark white hair being neatly combed behind her. Her icy blue eyes were down to the ground as she was lead by two young civilians holding hastily made spears to the outermost camp. Camp La'vure. She adorned a simple blue elven military uniform, with a steel chest plate with an owl engraved on it. There was a leather strap that was slung on her shoulder, with several paper tubes dangling from it. She also adorned a leather belt, containing the same thing. In her hand, a strange stick, half wood, half metal, with the metal being formed in very odd shapes. This was the early musket. Primitive, but new. She was sat down on one of the fallen logs of the small camp, as she awaited to be processed into the last remaining army.
It was only two short years before all three great peoples were enslaved to work for the Demon people whilst bound in iron chains. They were hedious, with glowing red eyes, horns of different animals, evil metal teeth, and pitch black skin. Even the Giants have fell into their power.
The only beacon of freedom is a city of Dawnpointe, a city just on the edge of the northern icy sea, only inhabited by farmers and those wishing to apprentice in magic. Any free being, weather human, or Dwarf, Elf, Giant or half Giant, or gnome, they are here. Scraps of the remaining free world, some are even soldiers that had escaped capture from the evil foe.
Elinora was the newest arrival to the last free stronghold. She was an Elf of six feet, with stark white hair being neatly combed behind her. Her icy blue eyes were down to the ground as she was lead by two young civilians holding hastily made spears to the outermost camp. Camp La'vure. She adorned a simple blue elven military uniform, with a steel chest plate with an owl engraved on it. There was a leather strap that was slung on her shoulder, with several paper tubes dangling from it. She also adorned a leather belt, containing the same thing. In her hand, a strange stick, half wood, half metal, with the metal being formed in very odd shapes. This was the early musket. Primitive, but new. She was sat down on one of the fallen logs of the small camp, as she awaited to be processed into the last remaining army.