Like leaves gently soaring from horrid trees, they fell upon my brethren. Five they stood, tall, dark and menacing. With the swiftness of the eagle and the power of a cougar, they tore us asunder. As fish in a shallow pond, my people fell beneath their wicked blades.
That awful steel, gleaming in the moonlight, and with the life-blood of my people dripping from them endlessly. They sang, all while they slew us; their wordless tune was comforting in a way, as we slipped into oblivion. Curses upon their righteous gods, for one among them sang the most terrible ballads as she killed! It was this horrific sound that let me focus on my body enough to hide within the groups of the slain.
After the monsters left, I still lay among my friends and family who were all dead. Scared to death that the demons would once again return to claim my soul for their dark gods. Silently as they came, the creatures slowly and skillfully hunted down those of the others that managed to escape the initial slaughter. Throughout the night, only the screams of the dying and the pain from my wounds kept me aware of my being yet alive.
Then when I though I may finally survive, another of the pointy-eared fiends found me! Lucky for me, he worshipped a god of those silly humans. Sylvanis I believe the minor powers name was. He was as noble as my former brethren once were. The wounds I bore, he gently healed right before my eyes! Then he took care of me, until I was fit enough to fend for myself. A druid, only could he have been.
God bless their sense of the balance! Although the same in appearance as the others that have killed my kindred, he was both noble and helpful to me. Therefore when my army of the tribes is complete, he and those like him will be the only survivors of their evil, elven race!
