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Rise of the Woodlands


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The sun began to rise over the woodlands. Warm rays of golden light slipped through the thick canopy and ignited the underbrush in an almost ethereal manner. No rain clouds lingered in the skies on this day — only blue skies.

 

The Emerald Guard — warriors and guardsmen of Elvenesse — awoke from their homes and donned their steel armor. They marched out into the morning air as their steel-toed boots kicked up puddles of dew in the grass as they walked. Eventually, the guardsmen exited the inner gate of the city and made their way up the nearby mountain. Within the hour, a dozen elves in gleaming armor gathered in straight lines beneath a cliff side. They looked among themselves: confused.

 

Then, they heard the footsteps. Lord Commander Amaesil Vuln’miruel stood atop the cliffside. He was wearing the gleaming armor of the Wardens with a long red sash haphazardly strung over his left shoulder. His signature circlet shone in the morning light. Behind the new Lord Commander stood a stag of immaculate size. The beast reared its head upward and caused the sunlight to trickle through its antlers.

 

“Draw your weapons.”

 

The command was the first that the Lord Commander had given. The Emerald Guards looked among one another for a moment before drawing their weapons reluctantly. The singing of ferrum on leather rang out sloppily across the Hinterlands.

 

“Look at them,” the Lord Commander continued. “This will be the last time you will see your weapon not stained with blood; the last time you will see ferrum shine like new; the last time.

 

For too long have we elves lived in fear. No more. We may not be victors on every field and we may not fly colors to fear — not yet. We will always fight, though. We will always be there and we will spill more blood than the rivers and lakes can hold. We will be baptized in the smell of iron and emerge as elves of a new age: a Golden Age. This army will be like none you have seen before, lliran. Rise today as my Emerald Guards — defenders of the Woodland Realm and Warriors of the High Prince. Ay'elame!”

 

A resounding chant of shouts and grunts rang out from the gathered elves. As the chant continued, it became single and unified. The war-chants of Elvenesse echoed across the Hinterlands and roused elves from their slumber. Something has changed.

 

Then, the loud and violent bellowing of a stag. The Emerald Guard was reborn.

 

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A Particular Elfess of the North would hum as news made its way into the frozen wastes of the Rimeveld, that the military of those who dwelled 'twixt the trees had been reformed once again. Her brow would loft, however, as news of its new commander was broached.

 

"Interesting... Ame nae evareh, llir."

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“Zo noyw dah twiggiez ayr kalleeng demzelvez knyghtys. Mi rekallz dat mi flatted dub ov dem bi mizelf.” A certain orc remarked.

 

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