For years there has always been tention between the other races, and the elves were the ones who would join sides with the one they deemed good. For years they would defeat the forces of darkness, or those that threttned the land. But who.... who would come to the aid of the elves if war ever came to them? Who would be brave enough to step into a conflict of the elves? Or better yet... between the elves.
Allow me to explain.
Hundreds of years ago, all was well, and all was regular and expected untill that is... the elves started to change, they divided, some headded north while others fared better south. The elves changed... the features of the different groups grew more distinct, so did their behaviours and specialties. Those that lived in the forests became faster, expert craftsmen and experts in the use of the bow, they called themselves the wood elves, masters of the forests. Those that moved to the north adapted to the rugged mountaous terrain by growing wings. They learnt the language of the gryphon and used them as guards, mounts and companions. The elves that moved to the east grew ferce, masters of fire and destruction, their skin went dark and so did their personalities. There were many that made their own groups, each one different than the last... Some specialising in combat, and others in magic.
while they were quiet for years at a time, the problem started when the other races pleaded them for help. No longer would a mighty force of joined warriors arrive at the battle, but small leagons of seperated elves, who would end up fighting amongst themselves instead of attacking the enemy. Needless to say, tentions grew between the groups and the elves started small scale battles that soon escalated into a full out war. At first it was almost like a free for all, a complete mess... but ... as time went on, the clans joined into two groups, it was hard to distinguish the two as it was a complete mix of elves on both sides. Wood elf against wood elf, dark elf agaisnt dark elf. In all the confusion the other races couldnt decide on which side to help.... that is... until the one group, the army of Ennon started attacking the humans, and as time passed,some of the races as well. That left them with two choices... Flee... or join Anack, the suposed 'good' army. After months of decision making they decided to Join the other army, because if they fled, the fered that the Ennon would surely hunt them down. While others decided to join the Ennon.
That was two hundred and fifty years ago, and yet.... the blood of the races still boil as if it was the first month of the skirmish. And once again the Army of Ennon and Anack are about to bump heads on the plane of Valturi. Surrounded by a thick forest to the east and west, a large mountain range to the north, and a rapid river to the south, this would be either the longest.. or the shortest battle of the war. But one thing is certain.... it will be the most decicive battle ever to be fought.... The armies fear for the worst, the leaders of Anack fear that Tyra, the leader of the Ennon, has been planning something that will turn the war in their favor. Who is to say.
The time of preparing is almost over... and the battle draws near.
Rules:
1) no god moding
2) no killing another character <without the users permission>
3) no controlling another character <without the users permission>
4) no god clipping
5) You can play on both sides, as in either Ennon or Anack. or both, one character being this the other being that.
7) i can change these rules as i see fit.
have fun.