The sound of drums and chanting filled the air, and the walls of Illyen shook at the sound. Even then, the dark invaders swarm over the walls. This was it, the final battle their people would ever fight; the last remaining city of Elves was about to be sacked. There was no stopping them now, every elf who could fight had done so, and still they were overwhelmed. Now for the hapless inhabitants, escape into the surrounding forest was the only immediate option. How had the great, ancient high elven race fallen to this fate?

For thousands of years, the elves had been the hight of culture and order. Living forever if unharmed and magically healthy, the elves were a blessed people. Uniformly lithe of build, and all of them beautiful as the finest human; in fact, it was impossible to distinguish any visible change with age in an elf after they became an adult. Their wisdom and magic was renowned, and many sought to visit their majestic cities. Their libraries and universities were the stuff of legend, and the stately royal family was the model of grace and dignity. In the blood of all Elves flows thousands of years of tradition, which is just a few generations for them. True, some found the Elves aloof and haughty. others were outright offended by their racism towards those they percieved as inferior; which basically included every being that was not an elf.

Then the dark ones came. They used to be a mere nuisance, which their bow-armed scouting parties had easily stopped at the edge of their sacred forest. But year after year the various groups of monsters encountered grew more and more numerous. Orcs, trolls, minotaurs, cyclops, wolf-men, trolls, horrible insect-like monsters, and filth of every sort. Though the inferior slime were no match for any elf, they soon came to represent a problem. The foul beasts talked and used tools, but would gladly kill and eat a human or elf. But even more terrifying; they would always drag the women away alive and mostly unharmed. No one knew what became of them, but the number of creatures increased every year.

The Humans helped to fight against the invaders, but were often divided and ineffective. When they put their effort to it they were useful allies, as they bred like rabbits and thus the mortals vastly outnumbered them. However many there are like children they squabble, and rarely helped when they were needed most. Even when they did send their forces, it was well known that an elf was worth ten humans in a fight. When the monsters appeared, the dwarves and other cowards fled, but the fight continued on in these lands.

Everything had changed when ths many monster tribes had somehow been united together. No one knew how, as the simple minded and evil creatures often fought among themselves. But now together they surged forwards, and soon several human kingdoms had fallen. Then they turned their attention to the proud and stubborn Elves. The fight was bitter, but the infuriated beasts swallowed up one Elven enclave after another. At last, only Illyen still stood as an elven city.

All of the elven men and some brave women stood to meet them, ready to die in battle. They made the monsters pay dearly, and the dead Beastmen and Arachas piled high, and Orcs died by the thousands, but in the end the elves could not win. As the foe closed in, those not fighting struggled to escape. The wives, daughters, and females of every trade fled this last egalitarian bastion to try and make a live outside. Most had never even seen a non-elf, and were but now they had no choice but to find a way out.

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