Imenelle

## Summary

Those born of frost lived quiet, isolated lives within the mountain ranges of the harsh North, in a village that none outside the Frostborn dared to make the trek to. And as such, the village itself is home only to the remnants of those who survived the harsh wastes- the Frostborn Elves. A village where the strong live fulfilling lives, and the weak aim to someday achieve what the strong do. The Frostborn Elves seek a different life from those of the forest and those born from Ash, so they mutually agree to go their separate ways, the Frostborn Elves seeking refuge in the North.

The stalwart march to the North was not easy, but the would-be Frostborn Elves decided that it was something they must do. They travelled for days upon end for the sabbatical lifestyle they so desired, and when all was looking well, things did not work out in their favor. Snowstorms covered the rough terrain in a pristine white, and the storms only grew in intensity. Shelter, food, and what seemed to be everything else became scarce, and when the Frostborn had just about given up, a holy servant of Uldar saved them and taught them what they needed to do to survive.

Taking the advice to heart, the Frostborn found a suitable location and began building a village for them to make their homes in the merciless winters. At first, they had none who commanded them or led them, and they lived mutually beneficially; if you needed something, there would be someone to support you; but once the small village got their bearings, they realized in this ruthless world, only the strong survived. Their ruler was Theodluin. In any situation, he never faltered and always stood firmly. He could best even the most formidable beasts, and none in the village could stand up to the strength, so they had no choice but to bend the knee.

Under Theodluin’s rule, the village was safe, as any criminals would have to answer to him, and no one wanted to cross Theodluin. The village, now named Imenelle, was under a meritocracy, where those who proved their worth could stay within the village. Unintentionally cutthroat, however, Theodluin did not realize that the path he was leading his village upon would lead to the divide between those who were weak, and those who were strong. Their faith in Uldar believed that those who were strong would survive long, and by doing so, ostracized those who were not. If you were weak, regardless of sex or age, you were pushed away- the only way to reach the upper crust was to crawl your way up the ladder and prove your worth.

That does not mean that all the Frostborn were unkind, nor self-serving, as some risked their social status to help others achieve more incredible things, training them and giving them a hand so they were not alone. And thus, the Frostborn was split into two. Those who believed strength was all, led by Theodluin and the other faction within Imenelle, those within it trying to break the stigma of ‘weak’ and ‘strong.’ Eventually, Theodluin realized that instead of keeping those who are weak down, he should keep his mindset of might right over those who are vulnerable- and make no bounds to be otherwise. A unionized Imenelle, they fought bravely when the Hundred Year War was being fought, a race of soldiers paralleled by none.