this is a relatively truthful retelling of the DnD campaign I run. changed some of the dialogue, added to the scenes and I can't for the life of me remember the scenes in the beginning so I improvised. This story features sexual jokes and descriptions, some gore and references to assault, slavery, war and prosecution. If you do not like these themes, this story is not for you. roughly 300 years ago, nobody knows why, the leaders of two of the five kingdoms started to wage war against the fire plane, pulling the others in with them. the chances looked grim for the humans, but amidst the chaos emerged the rumour of an elven artifact, powerful enough to enchant items as large as a ballista in a matter of seconds, and give weapons godlike powers, appropriately named "the elven eye". the high elves, who were said to be the only ones who knew the true whereabouts of the artifact, refused cooperation, perhaps to avoid more bloodshed, perhaps to distance themselves. this was, however, taken as ill will towards the humans and favour to the soldiers of the fire plane, which caused king Roicc of the silver tundra to open a hunt on them. many were killed, families torn apart, children enslaved. nothing became of this bloodshed, the elven eye remained a secret, and after their loss, the entire western hemisphere being walled off from the remaining world by fire as punishment, the new queen of the lake castle declared the prosecution of any other creature, including elves, as illegal and immoral, doing her best to crack down on any slave trade and illegal hunters, and to reunite the elves. now, 200 years later, things have become more normal. the last spoils of war are long gone, and all that is left is a faint memory of dark times... but all dark times leave something behind... Something that lingers and waits to strike at the right time.
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