Role

Chapter 1

In ancient times, in the forests of Arendyl, a constant War waged amongst
the elves and the many denizens who sought to conquer and control land.
The dwarves of Del-Tol mined and picked at resources, seeking to expand
their empire while in constant strife with their banished darker cousins
who tapped into unknown magic and demons. To the west, a strange growing
darkness took flight as pillars were erected in Maethian, seeking to
control creatures of the night. Nearby, humans fled the fields soaked
with blood and established the fledgling settlement of Galadon. In each
of these cases, the elves of Arendyl took watch, wary through a primal
instinct that something was amiss.

Many factions within Arendyl disputed as to how to approach the
encroaching unease plaguing their land. One such faction was the
Wardancers of Ny'eth'dras'cal, a tribe of primarily female elven warriors
who embraced the grace and poise of Nature's Dance, to be one with the
Spirit of Arendyl. They held an inherent understanding of the woods,
born with the trees, suckling on the roots, and learning to dance through
the winds from the falling leaves. During peaceful times, they were
considered entertainers, seemingly bending their environment to their
whim through the Dance. During bloody times, the denizens of Arendyl
spoke in hushed tones, as the Wardancers' graceful Dance punctuated the
dangers that walked amongst them as they caused endless bloodshed in the
forefront of battle. As precise and poised as they were in their craft,
they were a small tribe and were unable to muster much support to their
cause - that Arendyl should pursue the War outside of the forest.
Pacifists and isolationism surrounded the minds of some factions, while
others sought to align with the humans and dwarves to build a co-existing
kingdom and embrace magic.

History shows the results of this strife, with the establishment of
Darsylon and the death of wood-elves in Arendyl. But History has a way of
leaving unifinished business behind.