Evernight Tribe

The **Evernight Tribe** is a unique tribe of high elves led by the Tzu in the Forest Plane. They are the remains of the Silvermoon elves from the Evernight Forest. Evernight Tribe was part of a great elven empire on Norland. This meant that they are the descendants of the royalty of that ancient empire, high elves called silvermoon elves.

The Evernight elves preferred to live in the houses around the tree instead of right on it, so most of the buildings here were shrines and other public gathering places.

The Evernight Tribe seemed to embody the name, the little village still covered in darkness when Richard walked out. The only source of light here was moonforce. Book 6, Chapter 122

## MEMBERS

The Evernight Tribe had just over 1,300 members, 700 women and 600 men. About 600 of these members in total were qualified warriors, 350 of whom could be called hunters with more than thirty druids across all levels. There were also a hundred treants that could help in battle. 6;115

There were seven elves in the treehouse, with Melia and Kael amongst them. There had been no council when Tzu was in charge, the elders were only responsible for carrying out her orders.

* Tzu
* Greyfeather
* Melia
* Lotar
* Kael
* Oyet

The entire Evernight Tribe only had about seven hunting teams added together. The Evernight Tribe didn’t have many important figures, only two level 17 druids, three saint hunters including Melia herself, and a mage. The mage was originally from Silvermoon and level 16, but in the environment of the Forest Plane he had actually dropped a level and wasn’t very powerful at all.

## History

Because of its stance on outsiders, the Evernight Tribe was looked down upon and distrusted by the World Tree and the rest of the elven tribes. Without the acknowledgement of the forest, they were even treated like foreigners themselves on occasion.

Their only shelter came from the absolute strength of their grand elder, who managed to force three other tribes to take their trees of life five hundred kilometres away. In addition, their tribe was especially good at producing children of the forest despite the distrust of the World Tree, so the other tribes didn’t wage war on them. That being said, the children of the forest from the Evernight Tribe weren’t given nearly as much respect as those of the other tribes.

Unfortunately, an enormous crisis had erupted a few months ago. The grand elder had been seriously injured after a trip outside the plane, forcing their Tree of Life to expend nearly a hundred years of accumulated energy to save her life. On the verge of death, the weakened elder and her tribe became a great temptation for the other tribes of the forest. The most powerful of them all, the Duskword Tribe, even had the audacity to demand the tribes be merged. 6;91

The merger proposed by the Duskword Tribe wasn’t just a formality; it entailed a merger of bloodlines. Specifically, they wanted every child of the forest in the Evernight Tribe to marry into them and leave the children behind.

The moment Richard heard Melia mention this, he knew that the offer was made with an implied threat of extinction. The Evernight Tribe clearly had a special bloodline, but being a young tribe it didn’t have the foundation to last without the support of its grand elder. This generation of the Duskword Tribe had unexpectedly produced two children of the forest, and with the opportunity of the Evernight elder’s injury they allied with three other tribes to force the merger.

### **Leaving**

When the dull morning rays lit up the forest once more, the elves of the Evernight Tribe began a new day that was destined to be remembered in the hearts of many; Richard announced that they would leave the land they had lived on for more than a century to move to a city far away.

Whenever a tree of life grew upon a piece of earth for more than a decade, the surroundings would be inundated with the breath of life. Elves could just stand there and do nothing, but their power would still grow slowly; there was also a sense of comfort that they could not find anywhere else. All elves were attached to their trees of life and loved their homeland.

Richard didn’t answer, instead gazing up at the tree of life. The canopy was now trembling as it closed in on itself, the thick trunk rocking to a rhythm as the soil was broken apart. The roots were popping out one after the other; the process had already begun.

“I…” she choked on her own tears, whispering softly, “I don’t want to move! Do we really have to?”

Richard had no answer. He truly was intent on giving up half the plane to let the Evernight Tribe stay; this was where Tzu’s people had lived for over a century and where she had given up her life. Money could always be earned, but kinship was scarce. However, he couldn’t deal in such injustice to the warriors under him; he had his own responsibilities to these rune knights. He couldn’t just sacrifice their lives because he felt like it.

Such was the predicament of a lord. Sometimes, one had to put his people over himself. Book 6, Chapter 124

## Description

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Evernight Tribe. The first thing he noticed was the sheer difference in architecture: their beautiful wooden houses were built not only on, but also around their tree of life. Every building was decorated exquisitely; unlike the crude nature of the other tribes he had visited, these huts oozed history.

Most surprising was the well in the middle of the tribe that extracted moonforce. This well had no preference for any of the seven types of moons, thus drawing a more impure and coarse power, but it was still a shocking thing. He could feel the faint archaic aura radiating from the stones of the well, as well as the familiar energy it condensed.

The sky of the Forest Plane was extremely dark, with no sun nor moon to be seen anywhere. Richard himself could only use the secret swords of Silvermoon because of his pure bloodline, so the moonforce condensed here was very faint. Still, it proved that these elves were true blood descended from the ancient elven empire.

a silver symbol decorating the treehouse that crested the Tree of Life. This was a symbol he recognised all too well, a symbol that he could never forget in his life: that of Silvermoon.

Evernight elves, beautiful and refined beyond compare, while on the other end were the shorter and more backwards locals.