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6 posts. Alias of Gulian.


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After suddenly finding Trevor within their fortress, the Dark Elves quickly surrounded the Demi-god with darkly armored sentries holding jaggedly curved polearms pointed at him, if cautiously so. They seemed to be called Glaives and proved to be a rather effective weapon in the hands of an accurate user.

"Hmph, the insolence! Wandering in our lands without welcome or warning, I should have you killed!" - shouted Gu'lain at him with unbridled fury and outrage. However, one of his many manipulative advisors moved over meekly and whispered something in his elongated ear, to which he listened attentively, almost as of calmed by his words.

As the advisor burned horribly to death in a burst of blue flames, Gu'lain turned back to Trevor with an amused grin, arms folded over his chest. "Very well, Traveler. We will comply. Let me explain our seasons and months to you over a glass of wine."

The Dark Elves seemed to have a system directly opposite to the High Elven, and as such, it is easier to fit the universal one in Trevor's mind within it.

Each day was named after 7 different sins, taken from a tablet bestowed upon them by an unknown demonic planar influence. With 12 months, 4 seasons and 4 weeks within each month.

A rather amusing notion, that the Dark Elven system is rather similar in numbers, if not in morals, to the one Trevor had in mind. After the long chat of Gu'lain arrogantly explaining the dark Elven clearly-superior calendar, occasionally making snide remarks about the High Elven "silliness" of a calendar, Trevor would in fact find that the wine he had been drinking was poisoned, although this probably caused the demi-god little more than an uncomfortable itch in his left toe, rather than a lethal result.


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The Dark Elves retreated as soon as it was apparent that the battle for Lighton was hopeless with the fall of Mistress Destra. They returned to their half-build fortress, fleeing from justice.

... Yet, they found that Dogon had left this world. Fear and despair replaced pride and arrogance as the Dark Elves considered what they must do to survive. Finally, it was decided that they must make their way underground and find refuge within the caverns beneath.

Slaving and whipping Runts and Dogarr alike, either with their force of personality or proving their strength through various magics, they would drive them all underground, into the hole left by the Obsidian Mountain's Remains. They would then begin to dig, dig and dig, until they would create a whole realm in Beriya's Crust, where the Dark Elves would hide, many miles beneath the surface.

But not all submerged. Some remained on the surface to finish building and fortifying their Black Fortress as well as litter the Glass Desert with various towers which would strike any who does not possess Dogon's blood with magics of pure chaos and destruction.


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However, the Dark Elves did not join Nevara. They were busy with their own preparations.

Around what used to be the obsidian mountain, these elves began to slave the Runts and the Dogarr to build a mighty fortress made of black, enchanted metal. An ominous storm began to form above this fortress, casting an everlasting gloom over the Black Glass desert.

They have begun to study the ways of arcane and various black magics, finding these things easy and primitive with their druidic exprience and natural magical potential. Towers began to grow throughout the desert with dark-purple crystal resting in them, magical energy trapped inside.

As Lady Destra indeed came to life, so too did the Dark Elves cheered for her. However, Gu'lain, awaited his chance to do more than that.


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Gu'lain would be the first to pick it up while his brethren stared in surprise and fear of the unknown black object. Holding it up towards the sky, admiring its twisted beauty in the light of the desert sun made the Dark One's blood rush with anticipation. Finally, with a maddened grin, he would slice open his own hand with the dagger and apply the Destroyer's blood upon the wound.

In an explosion of chaos and darkness, Gu'lain would be momentarily screened from the vision of his kin, his laughter echoing throughout the Black Desert. When finally revealed, he had undergone a terrifying change, infused with the power of evil and chaos.

His words were just as sweet as they had been when convincing his brethren to rebel against the Druids, but this time, he convinced those of his kin who were not eat aware of his plans to embrace their newfound deity and this new power he would bring them. One by one, the soon-to-be dark elves approached Gu'lain as he would corrupt their beings with Dogon's essence, performing the very same ritual he had upon himself by way of the Dagger of Dogon.

Thus, the Dark Elves were born.


Some time of silence passed before the Gu'lain would respond, perhaps using this pause for council with his brethren. His response left no doubt of his hunger for power and vengeance, yet clearly his people were all bitter about Dogon's earlier response.

"Then infuse us with a piece of you, Dogon, so that we may be your kin! We come to you, offering our servitude freely, but we are better than your Dogarr and your Runts! We wish to be chief among your followers, to be superior! Dominant! If you agree to this, then we shall pledge our devotion to you until the end of times. If not, then we shall leave and find another source for power, so that we may use it to show you what you would have gained if you had not turned us away!"

The elves upon the mountain stood ready to either defend themselves or flee from the Dogarr and Runts, quickly and methodically.


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"Dogon, I fear you misunderstand our intent. We are not here to make friends with your filthy servants and those who entertain your slave pens. We are here to rule and dominate them all as their superiors. Grant us power, and we shall bring destruction upon this world the likes of which your son could never do! But words are simply wind. Allow us to demonstrate our resolve, Destroyer! We shall instigate a demonstration of blood and chaos upon your servants, so that you may enjoy their screams of pain!" - twisted was the heart of an elf when it sank completely into darkness, truly.

And the elf's words were naught but true intention, for hatred and vengeance burned hot in his heart as well as his brethren. Even now as they spoke, the elves sharpened their blades and readied their arrows in preperation of assaulting the dogarr and runt lands to conquer them with supreme skill, magical weaponry and tactical superiority.

Yet the elves were not simply intellegent beings, for many on Eoghan could claim such qualities. Oh, no.

The elves are a race with great levels of innate magic. Perhaps that is also the reason for why they are such an emotional race, perhaps not. One thing is certain. The Destroyer has perhaps gained a powerful new toy, and completely free of charge.