Thread:Tybereous/@comment-27168578-20160104185808/@comment-25606723-20160106164534

The remaining elves, a sad group compared to what they once were, hold the tunnels. When the wall is built, they sit and contemplate their options. They had food for a mellinia, plus underground farms continually producing more. But they couldn't get out into the sunlight they loved so dearly. Their leader was dead, and his son was grieving. The Tormented Elves had been broken.

GG bro. GG.