Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26237442-20160303093441/@comment-26444332-20160307013325

Rumors travel faster than the north-wind through the land, whispers of an ancient power long thought faded... The Elves are marshalling for war. Under the never-ceasing twilight of Nimbrethil the soft patter of light feet is heard, and in the dark holly forests of the Snow Elves the ring of hammer and sword is heard again. In the cavernous halls of the Wood-elves the sound of bowstrings being braided and strung is like a great clamor. And all these rumors agree on one thing: Beware! For the light of the Elves is not quite so faded as some think.