Charles & Freya Red Blooded History

After my intruduction to Edgarory the three of us sat down around the fire as close friends to eat a small meal, Edgar upon the stump with Freya in perched upon his knee. While we ate Freya told me how there used to be several tribes of elves in the valley and that long ago they had begun departing and heading into the north. Some spoke of a hidden valley of the angels where the elves and their daemon kin may live unhindered as they had done before the coming of man upon the earth.

Out of the seven tribes only two remained though there were a few other villages of other immortal races. In the north along the mountain in a vast cave lay a tribe of beautiful white trolls, who were very closely related to the angels or demons, one of which sat before me. Edgarory was the chosen elf of this century to adventure forth out into the wide world beyond the valley to gather information which would aid the counsel of the most ancient angels of his village in plotting out a future for their tribe. Though his time had not yet come for his adventure to begin, he could often be found out and about the valley, usually with one of the trolls at his side, a good friend of his and an excellent warrior maiden she was, her name was Toki.

The other tribe of angels were high elven, which were pale of skin and looked much like the white trolls, save for the trolls triple hing joint lower legs, much like a ram or cat. This feature the was common amongst trolls, though there were tribes where the gene pool had not been mixed with that of the demons, which I shall describe soon enough, and so their traits were closer linked to the elves, save for their tusks and the jagged bone which stuck out as weapons from under their skin. Trolls as well could be found in various sizes, up to double that of their once elvin kin.

The daemon's closest relatives was the great house of the Edgarory's tribe, they were forever known as blood elves, even though many of them were black or white of skin with opposing transcient moving markings. The daemon were cursed by Michael and Raphael at their departure, behind their backs no doubt, under muted breath. They were but a remnant of evles who had followed Lucifer into the great underdark after the tale of Lilith's death and burial upon the mountain side overlooking Eden on the day of man's first dawn.

In all hopes of returning,
Charles & Freya