At the outskirts of the four waring nations is where this tale starts. A clan of dark elves lives...well lived. They were weapon masters and fierce warriors. Loyalty was given to none, but their own clan. No other dark elves other than those of the clan. They were elves of shadows and mist. Yet they were peaceful beings that only fought in defense. A visitor once arrived and was given shelter, however these elves never uttered a word. The visitor only found out the clan's name. An elderly elf wrote it in the dirt. They named themselves Diruo.
They were annihilated.
The visitor went to the nations informed them of the Diruo and of their greatness. The visitor also informed them of a great and ominous force that would ruin them all that the Diruo possessed . The nations had been at war for 56 years. They decided in a peace talk to make sure none tried to have the Diruo on their side nor have it attack seeing as they rather be left alone. However, the Diruo were annihilate still. By who? None know. None really cared too much either. It was a power they couldn't use either way so they moved on. The Diruo clan's home, now, in ruins has been unearthed and researched. A myth of a clan member is possessed by their god of chaos and destruction, their warrior god, Letum. They were annihilated so there was no need to worry.
21 years later...a creature destroyed a field of the four nation's warriors battling. Fire burned in the earth. For the Diruo. The fire had writing in the green. Now, mist claims the Forest of Ecessa.
This is where the last Diruo lives. Who will claim this power for their nation?
Who will destroy it?
