I am going to be writing this in conjunction with the new map game, to kill time between turns. This is because I had extra lore and wanted to expand on it. I hope you enjoy it. 
(P.S. sorry if it doesnât flow right itâs 3:00 AM and I wrote this in about 2 hours.)
Prologue-
The High Elves were rich, immune to disease, and had little poverty. They lived hundreds or thousands of years kept alive by their powerful magic. It was even powerful enough to be able to bend the laws of nature at will. But this came at a cost. They were hated by everyone. Such as the Dwarves, finding them arrogant and weak. The Humans, who were envious of their wealth and therefor jealous. The Goblins, lacking even the most basic of resources, saw the High Elves tree cities as nothing but a source of wood. While the other elven races thought of them as fools.
But no one would dare attack them. Even when the worlds were at war the High Elves sat fat on their golden thrones. And they need not research medicines, or build stronger weapons, for they had magic at their side, oh so powerful magic. They were proud of this fact, and this, was their downfall.
When the Plague hit it was as sudden as bird chirp, suddenly we were dropping like flies in the rain. We had never experienced anything like this before and I fear it might no be the last. -Alrid, Coroner of District Twenty-Three.
Within the first night thousands had died. They had no signs of injury, but they did not look healthy. Not at all, they looked as if their own bodies had fouled, leaving them gray and mottled, stinking of decay and a dark magic, almost like death itself.
After the first week 30% of the population was dead or dying, they had all but gone to anarchy when the plague suddenly ceased to exist. As if by some miracle it had stopped, little did they know this was no act of kindness. Some said it was a reminder of where they stand in the universe, that even they, the mightiest of all were, nothing more then ants that could be squashed should they ever bite the wrong leg. Others though, they think it was started by the Humans! Because who else were that jealous of their power and wealth, who else hated them to the point of disgust? They had seemed fully prepared to attack when the plague had finally ceased. little did they know it was only their own paranoia that forced the humans to attack. When the humans did attack, they did not hold back. The cities were looted, the women raped, the men taken as slaves, and the old and feeble slaughtered where they stood. And everything the High Elves had spent centuries to create, was turned to ash within a single year. The High Elves received no aid, no caravans of food, no blessing from the gods, no armies to break the sieges. The world simply turned a blind eye to the horrors being committed to the once âgreat and powerfulâ High Elves. After the wars, the goblins came like vultures. They sacked whatever had been left by the humans. The High Elves put up little resistance not even trying to raise an army. They had been driven to the brink, their entire population now driven into a single city, but even it had not escaped the horrors of war.
The plague victims that the plague had left when it had suddenly ceased seemed as fine as before the plagued had started. It was only in the second generation did they notice anything. A third of the children born had stone grey skin much like that of the plague victims when they died, only differing in the fact they were not mottled, grey or white irises, and hair not much unlike their skin. It was then noted that they had a different life span to that of the other High Elves. While Many High elves lived to be hundreds or even thousands of years old this ânew breedâ had a similar life-span to that of humans living only to their mid 40âs, and in rare cases only as long as 60 years. By this point many other things were noted.
Report Taken From Council Science Division
These ânewâ elves seem to have a strength of inhuman levels lifting stones many times their own size, one even crushing it on accident, but it is also noted that many of the first generation of these elves are infertile. As bad as this sounds their personalities are very different from us, they seem very ambitious almost⊠wild. They are always willing to explore, to learn, but seem to be aggressive in these learningâs. Even taking forbidden books when given the opportunity. But that isnât the worst part. Their âaffinityâ is much different from ours, their magic putting off a stench⊠s-similar to that of the plague. Their magic is tainted and weak, even poisoning the land and sometimes sending the animals into fits of rage.
The second generations arenât much different, but they donât seem to have the same infertility problem as the first, with offspring usually even healthier then that of our own. Though when âbredâ with us Pure Bloods our genes donât seem to take, even simple thing like height all stem from these new elves.
By this point the High Elves were wary of these mutants. Even banning their use of magic in fear of it causing another plague.
It was about this time the second plague hit. Though it seemed that this time the plague only affected the pure bloods, completely leaving the new breed unharmed.
Paranoia had set in once again, and fearing this new breed, the council banished them to the Itcaz Desert and named them the âCursed Elvesâ. Expecting them to die out only to find that their magic grew stronger there. In spite the Cursed Elves embraced it, even naming themselves the Itcazie. And here, is where our story begins.
