-Ellesmera-
Once a mighty and amazing elfin city capital, Ellesmera would never regained its former glory…ever. A city that was thousands of years old was impossible for it to return to its former state. Now a third of its pervious size, Ellesmera is still consider large for is little population that now resides there. The elves are no longer spread out amongst Du Weldenvarden now but have moved back to the heart of their elfin heritage.
Five hundred years ago the King attacked and wiped Ellesmera off the map along with most of its inhabitants, the elves. Weary and broken, the elves disappeared from the world shortly after the war to return home and bring it back to them. They no longer cared about the world that didn’t involve them anymore. They knew that the world would never house them well outside of The Du Weldenvarden Forest. The dwarves believed them to be stubborn to any form of change and perhaps the dwarves were right. The elves had always been ones for traditions and their cast iron beliefs.
It was the elves that carefully and cautiously passed the rumors of their mighty protective forest being haunted and like that of the Spire Mountain to keep those at bay and away from their home. The location of their hidden away dragon eggs still remain a secret, lock deep away in their city. For those that have venture into the Du Weldenvarden Forest are the ones that are never seen again. Many believe that they had become lost; for the most part it is true.
To pay respects to their lost city and fellow elves, the people of Ellesmera, once every decade, go to Osilon Peak. There rests large fire pit were the elves lit it and pay their respects with a great feast in the name of what was lost that dreadful day. Lasting for only one night before the elves return home, to their newly rebuilt Ellesmera capital.
*Yo: Elves don't like trespassers!*
