“The poison waste fields continue to be a threat to the southern forests, and other races have discovered our existence. There are more and more coming through the Mountain pass, and many others through Arandar. As I’ve just said, this has started an uprising of hostility between us and Kandarin humans,” Faena was about ten feet from the man now. She stopped, as if asking if the man had any questions. He did*’t.
“On top of all that, there is a civil war happening that could be the end of our race. Me, and over three fourths of the Saesti Elves have signed an agreement to get rid of these medaling humans, and attempt to establish peace again. We just need you and your high leader to agree.”
Faena was now right next to the man, and took a worn manuscript from her leather hide garb. She gently placed it in the mans unmoving hand, before bowing and then turning around to sprint back into the forest. Her brown hair slightly moved with the wind.
Minutes passed, before the tall elve smiled, burning the paper with a magical flame. The red inferno consumed the now blackened material, before he crushed the ashes in his hand and let the cinders diminish upon the forest undergrowth.
He continued to grin darkly, and removed his blood red hood, from his robes. Long strands of jet black raven hair flowed down his back, to match his intense red eyes.
“It takes just but one mere traitor… To cause an uprising of chaos,” The elve chuckled coldly, before again speaking with his deep voice,
“Now the Dark Elves will decree over Tirannwn, and then all of Gielinor – with an iron fist.” He cackled into the air with an incredibly dark and cold tone. The very snow seemed to melt at its hum.
This man was called Rethar. He was a mighty Draenii - a Dark Elve.
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