Elves

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Racial Ability: Once per long rest, cast three spells with free bonus actions.

Nimbleness +1
Mind - 0
Heart - 0
Essence +2

## The Glade Runner Genocide

A Millenia ago, the Glade Runners had a great empire reaching a wide expanse of the continent of Kanthorne. They achieved many manufacturing marvels while in harmony with nature, using it's advanced growth due to friendship to enfuse magic with wood in order to forge weapons equal and sometimes greater than that of the finest dwarven metals.

Around this time, the Elven empire had made many leaps and bounds too, enough they started to see their achievements as the greatest on the planet. They and the least crime, the most art, the finest of foods in such an abundance they could feed their livestock a full 6 course meal 3 times a day and still have leftovers.

This is where the problem started. They got arrogant. They wished for peace of the world, the emperor at the time, Neo Lancis, made many speeches turning the perception of the rest of the world into poor people who needed their superior elven help, and so society shifted.

After a decade, the Elves struck. They took a chunk out of the satyr and dwarven empires "liberating" it for the good of the Elven empire and it's new citizens, even though they got it by force. Slowly they expanded. At first none died and few resisted, but as time went on they started wishing they were treated even as second class citizens. People started to rebel and the world saw what was happening, but no one stood up to them. That is except the Glade Runners

A century of war passed, and the Elves were at the edge of The Great Tree in the midst of the Glade Runner country. A final stand had to be made or the Glade Runners would lose any source of supplies for their army they had, they were surrounded and outmanned. Many of their cities and towns had been ransacked and Glade Runners were rounded up. The Elven generals were arrogant and full of pride, but they had reason for their overconfidence: they were winning this unholy war. Days went by as they sieged this last stronghold, inch by inch they advanced. The Glade Runners held their ground best they could, and as impressive as it was, they couldn't keep it.

The final group of Glade Runners was left, the tree burning, the store rooms stripped bare of all they held. Things looked bleak. But as the Elves were about to begin their final assault, a small monk boy and his teacher somehow got in the way. The monk boy yelled for peace, for a stalemate, for the Elves to look at what they had done and the innocence they had slaughtered. They refused to see the carnage they had infused into the landscape, the loss they had instilled in every green heart of the Glade Runner race. The monk boy yelled with rage, with justice, and yet somehow with pity and empathy towards these monsters.

"You who do not know what you have sown will finally see what it is like to reap grief, to bath in fire, and to be filled with fear." Said the boy according to elven accounts. For the monk boy unleashed magic, power, and strength never before seen in history. That day we're told all who attacked the boy with hate died, and all who attacked due to orders survived, each soldier seemingly had their heart and intent read and judgment was passed until the Monk boy came to the Emperor in a tent at the furthest point in the battlefield. There is still a crater where Emperor Neo Lancis sat to this day.

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