Chapter 10
"I'm sorry, but we cannot just get up and go help you," the Elven King sighed. The King was old, even by elven standards. Though now nearing his fifteen hundrendth year, the elf who sat across from Gul'dan appeared to be no more than forty. The only thing that betrayed his were his eyes. Filled with compassion and knowledge, his slanted almond eyes had seen more than the King cared to say. He had seen wars erupt among men, he remembered the bloody insurrection that led to the current rulership of Falador, and he remembered the Elfday War. Though fought over one thousand years ago the scars from the war still marred the tranquil lands of Tyrannwn.
The war started when the dark elf leader Cara'ctir decided that the dark elves should have a say in the ruling of the elven lands. The high elves, who are what we now know as the elves, were outraged. "Let a dark elf, a creature of evil, have a say in elven politics? Outrageous," they thought. Unfortunately for them the dark elves were not only "creatures of evil" but also creatures of magic, and commanded one of the fiercest armies in the land.
Cunning and ever suspecting others of their own race, the dark elven army was not formed in the conventional method. Knowing no dark elf would ever take orders they thought were foolish, Drizzt, king of the dark elves at the time of the formation of the army had a revolutionary idea. As opposed to the human troops, who followed orders blindly, and the high elven troops who had a strategy worked out prior tot he battle that they stuck to, he planned to create an army that would take maximum advantage of the natural cunning of the dark elves. He created "talons" or small troups of elves, who fought without a commanding officer. Though not expected to like or trust each other, the elves in a talon were expected to fight alongside each other, and to cover each other's backs.
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