- Some models are single-piece; others may require simple assembly.
- Printed in solid, non-hollowed, ABS-like resin.
- Most supports have been removed.
- Bases are not included.
- Supplied unpainted.
- Not suitable for children under 6 years of age.
- Any warped parts can usually be straightened with hot water, although this is rarely necessary.
- Assembly can be done easily in a few seconds using a small amount of white (wood) glue on one part and strong superglue on the other.

28mm scale (for LOTR, D&D, SAGA, MESBG).

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Sylvara, the Enchanted Realm of the Silver Trees
A Land of Timeless Magic and Natural Wonders
Nestled deep within the heart of an ancient and boundless forest, Sylvara is a realm of unmatched beauty, where the very air is thick with magic and the passage of time seems to flow differently. Towering silver trees stretch toward the heavens, their luminous leaves glowing softly under the moonlight, whispering with a voice older than any kingdom beyond the woods. The rivers that weave through the forest shimmer with an otherworldly glow, imbued with the blessings of the land’s magic, while the great city of Syltharion rests high among the canopy, a place where nature and civilization intertwine in perfect harmony.

To the untrained eye, Sylvara is a sanctuary of peace, untouched by the wars and conflicts of the world beyond its borders. But the Elves who dwell here are ever vigilant, for they know the dangers that lurk in the darkness of the world. Though they strive for harmony, they are not strangers to war, and the borders of Sylvara have been soaked in blood more times than history cares to recount.

Geography and Strategic Positioning
Sylvara’s isolation is both its greatest strength and its deepest vulnerability. The forest stretches vast and thick, making any invasion by land nearly impossible for those unfamiliar with its enchanted terrain. The trees themselves shift and change, confusing and disorienting trespassers, while ancient magic conceals the hidden paths known only to the Elves. However, the world beyond does not rest, and the elves of Sylvara must carefully navigate the dangers on their borders.

To the South – Albian, The Realm of the White Spire
A land of noble warriors and disciplined armies, Albian has long been one of Sylvara’s closest allies. Their shared history stretches back to the Great War, when they fought side by side against the darkness of Agramon’s dominion. The bond between their rulers has been further strengthened by generations of trade, diplomacy, and a mutual respect for tradition and honor.

The southern border is lightly defended, for no war has ever come from Albian’s lands. However, there are whispers within Sylvara’s high council that Albian’s growing expansionist policies could one day change this peace. The recent marriage between Princess Elira of Sylvara and King Elenor II of Albian has further cemented their alliance, yet also raised questions about the long-term future of Sylvara’s independence.

To the East – The Greyhills, Land of the Freeborn
The rugged hills and deep valleys of the Greyhills are home to the Wutans, a fiercely independent people who value freedom above all else. Though the Elves of Sylvara have little in common with these warriors of the stone and wind, a mutual trade route has been established, allowing for the exchange of rare materials and goods.

While an uneasy truce exists between them, tensions sometimes arise due to Wutan raiders who wander too close to Sylvarian lands. The elves, however, rarely escalate such conflicts, seeing them as trivial disputes beneath their concern.

To the North-East – Gryndor, The Forge of Unyielding Fire
The greatest threat to Sylvara’s existence, the orcish empire of Gryndor is a land of smog-choked forges, brutal warlords, and relentless industry. Gryndor’s war machines are unmatched in raw destructive power, and its vast army constantly seeks new land to claim. Unlike the Albians or the Freeborn, Gryndor has no interest in diplomacy or peace with Sylvara.

Their incursions along the border are relentless, both on land and at sea, with warbands attempting to breach the sacred woods while their ironclad ships clash with the elven fleet in the coastal waters. For centuries, Sylvara has fought a never-ending war of attrition against the orcs, striking from the shadows and vanishing before the enemy can retaliate.

To the West – Everspring, The Eternal Refuge
Across a narrow sea lies Everspring, the island kingdom of the elves who once sought to claim Sylvara as their own. Long before the Great War, the elves of Everspring attempted to expand their dominion into the mainland, leading to a violent and prolonged conflict with Sylvara. In time, the war ended, but the scars remained.

However, the Great War against Agramon changed everything. The two elven kingdoms found themselves on the same side, and through necessity, a powerful alliance was forged. Now, the bond between Sylvara and Everspring is stronger than ever, their people united by blood, history, and an understanding that their survival depends on each other.

The Political Structure of Sylvara
Sylvara’s government is an intricate balance of monarchy, council rule, and ancient tradition, ensuring that no one ruler wields absolute power. The kingdom is governed by a High Monarch, who is seen as both a political leader and a spiritual guardian of the land. The ruler’s word carries immense weight, but they do not rule alone.

The High Monarch
The current ruler of Sylvara is King Aelarion, a steadfast and battle-hardened warrior who understands that the age of isolation is coming to an end. While previous rulers preferred to keep Sylvara hidden from the world, Aelarion believes that the Elves must take an active role in shaping the future. He is both a warrior and a statesman, a leader who inspires loyalty in his people and commands the respect of his allies.

The Council of Elders
Composed of the oldest and most learned elves of Sylvara, the Council of Elders serves as the guiding voice of tradition, ensuring that the wisdom of the past is not forgotten. These sages advise the High Monarch, debating matters of war, diplomacy, and magic. While their influence is significant, they are known for their reluctance to embrace change, often clashing with Aelarion’s progressive vision.

The Sylvarian Guard and the War Council
The military of Sylvara is led by the War Council, a group of elite commanders who oversee the defense of the realm. Chief among them is Velarion, the legendary captain of the Sylvarian Guard. The elves of Sylvara do not seek war, but they are not unprepared. Their warriors are few in number but unmatched in skill, trained to fight from the shadows, striking swift and true before vanishing into the forest.

The Priesthood of the Silver Trees
Religion and politics are deeply intertwined in Sylvara, and the Priesthood of the Silver Trees holds great influence over the hearts and minds of the people. The High Priestess, Queen Syltharis, is both the spiritual leader of the elves and a powerful sorceress in her own right. She is revered as a symbol of wisdom and nature’s balance, acting as a counterbalance to the warlike ambitions of her husband, King Aelarion.

The Fragile Peace of the Silver Forest
Though Sylvara stands strong, its future is uncertain. King Aelarion pushes for greater involvement in world affairs, knowing that isolation will not protect them forever. Yet, many among the Council of Elders fear that meddling in the affairs of humans and orcs will only bring disaster. The war against Gryndor rages on, a bitter conflict with no end in sight. To the south, the Albians grow stronger, and though they are allies, their ambitions remain a cause for concern.

Even within Sylvara, there is discord. The younger generation of elves, led by Prince Syndaril, believes that the old ways must be abandoned if they are to survive the coming age. The older generations, however, refuse to see their traditions swept aside. The elves of Sylvara are caught between the past and the future, and the decisions they make now will determine whether their realm endures or fades into legend.

A Culture Rooted in Magic, Isolation, and Pride
The elves of Sylvara are a people shaped by the eternal forests they call home. They see themselves as the guardians of balance, the last stewards of the ancient world in a time where war, industry, and ambition threaten to consume all. Their civilization is built upon tradition, magic, and an unshakable belief in their own superiority—a pride that has, at times, led to isolationism and mistrust of outsiders.

While many kingdoms wage war for conquest or survival, Sylvara fights only when forced to. To the elves, war is a disruption of the natural order, a symptom of lesser civilizations that have lost their way. Yet, they are no strangers to battle. Their warriors do not march in great legions, nor do they construct mighty citadels of stone—they fight like the wind, striking unseen and vanishing into the depths of their forests before their enemies can react.

Above all else, Sylvara values harmony. Harmony with nature, with the arcane, and with their own kind. But the world outside their borders does not share their ideals, and as the tides of war shift, even Sylvara may not be able to remain untouched.

A Realm Bound by Isolation and Xenophobia
Though Sylvara trades with Albian and the Greyhills, its borders remain closed to outsiders. Only the Eldrakar—the ancient, long-lived warriors and rulers of Albian—are tolerated within the kingdom, but even they may not settle in Sylvara permanently. Humans, orcs, and other races are strictly forbidden from dwelling within its lands, a law that has been in place since the early days of the realm. To the Sylvarian elves, the shorter-lived races are impulsive, reckless, and dangerous, and their presence is seen as disruptive to the delicate balance of Sylvara’s way of life.

Even among their own kin, the elves of Sylvara have struggled with division. The elves of Everspring, who once sought to expand their dominion into Sylvara’s lands, were their sworn enemies in ages past. Only through the Great War did these two elven realms set aside their grievances, forging a reluctant alliance against Agramon. Today, Sylvara and Everspring share an uneasy peace, their past conflicts buried under diplomacy, but never truly forgotten.

The greatest exception to Sylvara’s xenophobic traditions is found in Princess Elira, the Radiant Heart of Sylvara. Once destined to inherit her mother's throne, she chose instead to forge an alliance that would reshape history—by marrying King Elenor II of Albian. This union, long debated by the elders of Sylvara, has created a bridge between two great nations, though not without controversy. Some among the elven aristocracy view her departure as a betrayal of their traditions, while others see her as a beacon of hope for a world where elves and men need not remain divided.

Even as Queen of Albian, Elira remains deeply connected to her homeland. She often returns to Sylvara to consult with her mother, Queen Syltharis, and to walk among the silver trees that shaped her childhood. Yet, she now sees the world with new eyes. She understands the struggles of humanity, the frailty of their short-lived ambitions, and the resilience that defines them. She does not seek to change Sylvara, but to guide it toward a future where it does not stand alone.

The Worship of Aelam: The Divine Light of the Sylvarian Elves
At the heart of Sylvarian culture lies their devotion to Aelam, the celestial deity of the silver light. Aelam is not merely a god of the elves—it is the very essence of their homeland, the lifeblood of the silver trees, the whispering wind that guides them in times of darkness. The elves believe that Aelam's light grants them their long lifespans, their affinity for magic, and their divine purpose as protectors of the natural world.

The Priesthood of Aelam is one of the most influential institutions in Sylvara, rivaling even the authority of the monarchy. The high priestess, Queen Syltharis, is seen as the chosen vessel of Aelam’s will, a living conduit of divine wisdom. The priesthood plays a vital role in interpreting omens, maintaining the magical balance of the forest, and guiding the spiritual lives of Sylvarian society.

However, not all among the elves are devoted to Aelam. In the deep corners of the forest, some have turned to forbidden magics, drawing upon older, darker forces that predate even the foundation of Sylvara. These elves, known as the Twilight Circle, are seen as heretics, yet their power is undeniable. Though they are few in number, whispers speak of their growing influence in the shadows of the silver trees.

The Sylvarian Military: Masters of Precision and Stealth
The Sylvarian military is not one of overwhelming numbers or brutal force. Instead, it is a force of precision, speed, and superior marksmanship. Unlike the human kingdoms, which rely on knights and heavy infantry, the elves of Sylvara fight like ghosts in the woods, striking with deadly accuracy before vanishing into the trees.

The Elven Bows – The warriors of Sylvara, trained from childhood in the use of the legendary Sylvarian longbow. Their arrows fly farther, strike truer, and pierce deeper than any other in the known world. These archers are said to be able to shoot the wings off a wasp in mid-flight and can strike an enemy’s heart from over twice the range of a human bow.
The Wardens – Lightly armored, highly mobile, and trained in evasion and ambush tactics, the Wardens are Sylvara’s answer to invading armies. They move unseen through the forest, striking from the shadows, luring enemy forces into deadly traps.
The Skyward Sentinels – The elite wyvern and giant eagle riders who patrol the skies, capable of striking from the air with terrifying precision.
The Moonblades – The elite heavy infantry force in Sylvara, the Moonblades are warriors clad in enchanted silver armor, wielding greatswords infused with celestial energy. Traditionally, they were recruited from the descendants of the Colonists who had come from Everspring and joined the insurgents. But this distinction is no longer valid.
The Sylvarian Fleet – Though not as mighty as Everspring’s navy, Sylvara possesses a fleet of sleek, swift vessels armed with enchanted balistae.
The Bond Between Magic and Knowledge: Revalion and Valerian
Beyond warriors and kings, Sylvara is also home to some of the most powerful mages in the world. Among them, Revalion stands as one of the greatest minds of his generation—a master of elven magic and an unmatched hunter of arcane anomalies.

His closest intellectual rival and greatest friend is Valerian, the Archmage of Albian. Though their philosophies differ—Revalion sees magic as an extension of nature, while Valerian believes it is a force to be shaped and controlled—the two have exchanged knowledge for decades. Their collaboration has fortified the Spire’s magical defenses and advanced the understanding of elven and human arcane arts alike.

Despite their friendship, Revalion views Albian with caution. He respects Elira’s choices but believes that humans will always bring destruction, no matter how noble their intentions. He does not yet know whether Valerian is the exception—or the proof of his fears.

A Realm at a Crossroads
Sylvara stands on the edge of change. Its people, once content in their isolation, must now decide whether to embrace the world or withdraw even further into their enchanted woods. As tensions rise, a storm brews on the horizon, and the elves of Sylvara must choose whether to remain the guardians of balance—or become warriors of destiny.

King Aelarion: The Steadfast Warrior
King Aelarion is the embodiment of Sylvara’s resilience, a monarch who has spent centuries defending the silver forests from those who seek to defile them. Unlike many of his predecessors, Aelarion does not believe that Sylvara can remain isolated forever. He is a warrior-king, forged in the fires of battle, and though he values peace, he knows that true peace can only be secured through strength. He carries the weight of his ancestors’ legacy, determined to ensure that Sylvara endures in a world that constantly shifts.

Aelarion is not only a ruler but also a warlord, leading his warriors in battle when needed. His command is absolute, his presence on the battlefield a rallying force for his people. His speeches before war are legendary, instilling courage into the hearts of his warriors while striking fear into the enemies who dare oppose him. To his allies, he is a protector; to his enemies, he is an unstoppable force of nature.

Though many within Sylvara respect him, some among the Council of Elders view his ambitions with concern. They fear that his vision for a stronger Sylvara may come at the cost of their traditions. Even among his own kin, Aelarion walks a precarious path, balancing the expectations of the past with the needs of the future.

Princess Elira: The Radiant Heart of Two Kingdoms
Born to rule the silver forests of Sylvara, Princess Elira instead chose to shape the world beyond them. Her marriage to King Elenor II of Albian was not merely a political alliance but a statement of faith in a future where elves and men could stand side by side. Yet, despite becoming Queen of Albian, Elira remains Sylvarian in her heart—her connection to her homeland unbroken.

Elira is a figure of grace and compassion, possessing a deep understanding of both the immortal wisdom of her people and the fleeting ambitions of humankind. She sees the beauty in both, and though some among the elves call her a traitor to her kind, she carries herself with unwavering dignity, believing that her path is the right one.

While she was not trained as a warrior like her father, Elira is no stranger to hardship. She has stood on battlefields, tending to the wounded with her unmatched skill in first aid, saving countless lives in the heat of war. Her presence alone is said to inspire those around her, bringing hope even in the darkest of times.

Her bond with her mother, Queen Syltharis, remains strong, though their visions for the future do not always align. Where Syltharis believes in the sacred traditions of Sylvara, Elira believes in the power of change. Yet, despite these differences, mother and daughter share an unbreakable love, bound by their devotion to their people.

Queen Syltharis: The Chosen of Aelam
Queen Syltharis is more than a ruler; she is the spiritual heart of Sylvara, the High Priestess of Aelam, and the living symbol of the elves’ sacred bond with their homeland. Regal and enigmatic, she is revered by her people, her presence radiating an aura of divine wisdom and authority. Her mastery of sorcery and nature magic is unparalleled, making her both a beacon of guidance and a force to be reckoned with.

Unlike her husband, Aelarion, who believes in forging alliances through strength and strategy, Syltharis remains deeply devoted to the old ways. She sees Sylvara as a sanctuary, a sacred place that must be preserved at all costs. Her rule is not one of steel, but of faith and tradition, and through her, the will of Aelam is said to be made manifest.

Syltharis’s magic is as feared as it is revered. She wields the power to call upon nature itself, summoning roots to ensnare her foes, whispering to the winds to carry messages across the forest, and even blessing warriors before battle with enchantments of protection. When war comes to Sylvara, it is said that she can turn the very land against invaders.

Despite her wisdom, there are those within Sylvara who question whether she clings too tightly to the past. She disapproved of her daughter’s marriage to King Elenor II, believing it to be a mistake that could compromise Sylvara’s purity. Yet, she does not reject Elira, nor does she seek to undo what has been done. Instead, she watches and waits, uncertain of what the future holds.

Even in times of war, Syltharis remains an elusive figure. Her presence on the battlefield is rare, but when she does appear, it is always in a moment of dire need. It is said that she has struck down entire armies with a single incantation, that her very gaze can pierce through the hearts of liars and traitors. Whether these are mere legends or truths whispered among the trees, none can say for certain.

For now, she remains in Sylvara, watching over her kingdom, awaiting the moment when her guidance will be needed most.

Velarion: The Shadow of the Forest
Velarion is the silent protector of Sylvara, the captain of the Sylvarian Guard, and a master of stealth, archery, and guerrilla warfare. He is a hunter, an ambusher, and a warrior whose presence is rarely seen, yet always felt. Those who invade Sylvara’s sacred woods never see Velarion coming—only the whisper of an arrow before their life is extinguished.

Unlike King Aelarion, who leads from the front, Velarion wages war from the shadows. He is the architect of Sylvara’s defensive strategy, ensuring that no enemy force can breach the borders of the silver trees. He has orchestrated countless ambushes against the orcs of Gryndor, turning their warbands into little more than scattered remnants before they even reach Sylvarian soil. His precision with a bow is legendary—he does not fire unless he is certain of a kill.

Velarion holds a deep distrust of humans, believing them to be reckless and short-sighted. Though he obeys King Aelarion without question, he has little faith in the alliance with Albian and harbors quiet resentment toward Queen Elira for bringing the two nations closer. To him, the only true loyalty is to Sylvara and its people.

Despite his cold and pragmatic nature, Velarion is respected by his warriors, who follow him without hesitation. He trains his rangers to be more than soldiers—they become the very embodiment of the forest itself. Under his guidance, the Sylvarian Guard is an elite force, unmatched in speed, stealth, and marksmanship.

Velarion shares a complex relationship with Revalion, the scholar-mage of Sylvara. Though their philosophies differ—Velarion sees magic as a weapon, while Revalion views it as a force to be studied—the two men have fought side by side for centuries. When Velarion needs arcane insight, he turns to Revalion, trusting his wisdom even when he does not fully understand it.

Prince Syndaril: The Huntsman of the Silver Trees
Prince Syndaril is the heir to the throne of Sylvara, but he is no court-bound noble. He is a warrior first, a leader second, and a statesman only when duty demands it. Known as the "Trophy Hunter" among his kin, Syndaril has dedicated his life to perfecting the art of the hunt—whether it be tracking wild beasts or leading warbands against Sylvara’s enemies.

He is a skilled melee fighter, unmatched in his ability to parry blows and anticipate his opponent’s movements. Unlike his father, who favors grand strategy, or Velarion, who relies on stealth, Syndaril thrives in the chaos of battle. He believes that the best way to lead is by example, standing shoulder to shoulder with his warriors, blade in hand.

Despite his prowess, Syndaril is deeply troubled. He is caught between two worlds—the old traditions of his people and the growing reality that Sylvara must adapt to survive. He is a reformer at heart, believing that the Sylvarian military must evolve if it hopes to withstand the growing threats beyond its borders. His idea of restructuring the ranks, however, has made him unpopular among the more conservative factions of the Council of Elders.

Syndaril deeply admires his sister, Queen Elira, though he does not fully understand her decision to marry a human. While he trusts her judgment, he fears that her connection to Albian may lead Sylvara down a path from which it cannot return.

He has a growing rivalry with the warriors of Gryndor, whom he views as his greatest adversaries. He has vowed to one day claim the head of one of their warlords as his greatest trophy.

Revalion: The Scholar of Arcane Mysteries
Revalion is Sylvara’s greatest scholar, a mage whose understanding of magic rivals even the most ancient of elven sages. Unlike the battle-hardened warriors who rule Sylvara, Revalion is a man of intellect and mystery, devoted to the study of the arcane. He believes that magic is not merely a tool, but the very fabric of existence itself—a force to be understood, not simply wielded.

His work has led him to uncover secrets long buried in the roots of the silver trees, and his knowledge has saved Sylvara on more than one occasion. Though he rarely takes to the battlefield, his presence in war is undeniable—his spells can turn the tide of a losing fight, shielding allies with barriers of light or calling forth nature’s wrath upon intruders.

Revalion shares a deep intellectual bond with Valerian, the Archmage of Albian. Though their views on magic differ—Revalion sees it as a harmony with nature, while Valerian believes in mastering and shaping it—they respect one another as equals. Their collaboration has strengthened both Sylvara and Albian, yet Revalion remains wary of humanity’s unchecked ambition.

Though he is a scholar, Revalion is not blind to the dangers of the world. He sees the rising threats beyond Sylvara’s borders and fears that the kingdom is not prepared for what is to come. He watches the growing tensions between Velarion and Prince Syndaril with concern, knowing that the future of Sylvara may depend on which vision ultimately prevails.

Thornwild, the Shadowed Forest
Nestled between the towering mountains of Velan to the east and the cursed realm of Malgar to the west, Thornwild is a land where light and shadow wage an eternal war. The forest stretches like a living fortress across the land, its ancient trees forming a dense, near-impenetrable canopy that casts much of the realm into perpetual twilight. It is a place of untamed beauty—lush green glades, winding river paths, and towering oaks—but beneath its splendor lies an ever-present darkness, a creeping shadow that has taken root in its heart.

Long ago, before the Great War reshaped the world, Thornwild was a thriving domain of elven grace and wisdom. Its people, masters of the bow and blade, lived in harmony with the vast woodlands, guarding its secrets and protecting the balance of nature. But war came, and with it, devastation. The western half of Thornwild fell to the legions of Agramon, its once-verdant groves burned, its sacred sites defiled. In the aftermath, as the dark lord's dominion crumbled, one of his most powerful disciples, Drelkar, seized control of the corrupted lands and founded the kingdom of Malgar.

Now, the elves of Thornwild remain trapped in an unending struggle. Though they have reclaimed their eastern lands, the wounds of war still fester. The ancient strongholds of their ancestors now lie in ruin, overgrown and lost to time, while the western border is a constant battleground, a shifting warfront against Malgar's monstrous legions. Yet despite their losses, the elves endure. They have not forgotten what was taken, nor the blood that was spilled.

The Legacy of Velan and the Thornwild Alliance
Before the war, Thornwild shared deep ties with the Wardens of Velan, the warrior-kingdom that once stood as a bastion of light against the forces of darkness. When Velan fell, its last survivors fled to Thornwild, bringing with them their dying traditions and battle-hardened warriors. Though many perished in the final stand against Agramon, some of their bloodlines persist among the Thornwild elves, a testament to their enduring bond.

Even now, though the Wardens have scattered, Thornwild honors its ancient alliance. The elves provide safe passage through their forests for Velani refugees and allow their remaining warriors to train in the shadowed glades. In return, the Wardens lend their blades whenever Thornwild calls upon them. Though their numbers are few, these warriors fight with unmatched tenacity, their presence a reminder that the world has not yet forgotten the sacrifice of Velan.

But Thornwild cannot rely on the ghosts of the past forever. The darkness grows, and the war is far from over. The elves must decide whether they will stand as they always have—silent sentinels in the trees—or whether they will reclaim what was lost, no matter the cost.

The Current Situation
The elves of Thornwild stand at a crossroads, their ancient homeland caught between survival and destruction. Though they have endured the horrors of the Great War, their realm has never fully recovered from its scars. The western half of the forest, once part of their sacred lands, remains under the control of Malgar, its twisted groves crawling with orc warbands, spectral horrors, and creatures corrupted by dark magic.

With every passing year, the border between Thornwild and Malgar grows more unstable. Malgar’s ruler, the undead warlock Drelkar, tightens his grip on the forest, his power spreading like a cancer through the land. He raises the dead, bending fallen warriors to his will, and summons forth horrors from the void to terrorize the elven rangers who defend the last untouched parts of the forest. The elves know they cannot hold forever, but neither can they afford to surrender.

The Silent War Against Malgar
The conflict between Thornwild and Malgar is one of attrition, a battle waged in the shadows of the towering trees. The elves do not fight in open war—such a battle would see them overwhelmed by Malgar’s endless undead legions. Instead, they strike from the darkness, their rangers and hunters launching swift raids, assassinating Malgar’s commanders, and destroying supply lines before fading into the mist.

Yet, for every victory, Malgar retaliates with merciless force. Entire villages vanish overnight, swallowed by black magic. Elven scouts report that the corruption in the forest is growing stronger, spreading like a living entity, twisting the land itself into a nightmare of rot and death. Some fear that soon, even the heart of Thornwild may no longer be safe.

Internal Struggles and the Fracturing of the Elves
While the elves fight a relentless war against Malgar, another battle brews within their own borders. King Aelthorn, the wise but battle-worn ruler of Thornwild, seeks to preserve what remains of their homeland, focusing on defensive strategies rather than risking open war. His daughter, Thorn Queen Alariel, is more reckless, believing that they must take the fight to Malgar before it is too late. Many of the younger warriors rally behind her, eager for vengeance, while the older generations fear that such ambition will lead their people to ruin.

To complicate matters, Prince Caeldor, Aelthorn’s son, stands between them. A skilled warrior and master of ranger warfare, he fights alongside his sister, yet he understands the burden his father carries. He is torn between duty and loyalty, knowing that whatever path they choose could mean the survival or destruction of Thornwild.

The elves are divided—some wish to continue the guerilla war, while others whisper of seeking alliances beyond their borders. The Wardens of Velan have always been allies, but even they cannot turn the tide of war alone. Some suggest turning to the humans of Vlandor, or even seeking trade with the Hillfolk to strengthen their economy. But many elves reject this idea, unwilling to trust outsiders with the fate of their realm.

The Future of Thornwild
Thornwild stands upon the edge of oblivion. The war with Malgar is escalating, the corruption of the land is spreading, and their warriors grow fewer with each passing season. If they do not act soon, there may be nothing left to protect.

The question remains—will they hold their ground, fading slowly into memory like the forests of old, or will they strike back and reclaim what was lost, no matter the risk?

The shadows deepen, the whispers of the trees grow silent, and the fate of Thornwild hangs in the balance.

King Aelthorn – The Shadowed Monarch
King Aelthorn is a figure of quiet majesty, his presence as steady as the roots of the ancient trees. His long, silver-streaked hair flows like a river of moonlight, and his piercing emerald eyes reflect the sorrow of centuries. Aelthorn has ruled since before the fall of Malgar, witnessing firsthand the devastation that war has brought upon his people. Though he is an exceptional warrior, his greatest strength lies in his wisdom—his ability to see beyond the battlefield, to plan, to endure.

Aelthorn once fought side by side with the Wardens of Velan, defending the forest from the armies of Agramon. When the western half of Thornwild was lost, he led the retreat, ensuring his people’s survival even at the cost of losing their sacred lands. He bears the weight of that decision to this day. Some elves praise his foresight, believing that without him, all of Thornwild would have been lost. Others whisper of cowardice, blaming him for failing to protect their homeland.

Now, his rule is contested. His daughter, Alariel, urges him to strike back, to reclaim what was lost, while his son, Caeldor, struggles to find balance between them. Aelthorn is not blind to the growing shadow in the forest, but he fears that war without preparation will only lead to Thornwild’s final downfall.

Aelthorn’s heart yearns for vengeance, but his mind knows that patience is the only way to ensure his people’s survival. Will he be remembered as the king who saved Thornwild, or as the ruler who let it wither under the shadow of Malgar?

Thorn Queen Alariel – The Flame of Vengeance
Where her father is the steady hand of wisdom, Alariel is the burning fire of war. She is as swift as the wind, her movements blending seamlessly with the shadows of the forest. Her long auburn hair flows behind her like a banner of defiance, and her gaze—sharp as a dagger—burns with a relentless will to fight. As the leader of the Thornwild Rangers, she is at the forefront of every battle, her arrows striking like whispers of death from the trees.

Born into war, Alariel has never known a time of peace. She was raised amid the ruins of her people’s fallen cities, learning to fight before she could walk. She has slain more orcs and specters than most elves could ever dream, and yet it is never enough. The loss of her homeland fuels a rage that cannot be tempered, a need to reclaim what was stolen.

Yet, she is frustrated by her father’s reluctance to act. To her, every day spent in hesitation is another day lost to Malgar’s corruption. Many of the younger elves flock to her banner, believing that she is the true future of Thornwild. But her reckless nature also concerns the elder council—they fear that her thirst for vengeance may doom their people as surely as inaction.

Alariel stands at a crossroads—will she lead her people to victory, or will her obsession with reclaiming the past push Thornwild into ruin?

Prince Caeldor – The Hunter in the Shadows
Caeldor is the silent wind through the trees, the unseen dagger in the dark. His ashen hair and piercing ice-blue eyes mark him as a child of the twilight, a warrior who moves unseen beneath the forest canopy. While Alariel leads with fire and fury, Caeldor is a ghost upon the battlefield, striking from the shadows before vanishing like mist. He is one of the few elves who has ventured deep into Malgar’s heart, returning with knowledge few dare to seek.

As the younger sibling, Caeldor has always walked in Alariel’s shadow. While she is a leader, he is a lone hunter, a warrior who does not fight for glory but for necessity. He has uncovered the horrors of Malgar firsthand—the undead monstrosities, the whispered curses that seep into the trees, the dark rituals that fuel Drelkar’s ever-growing power. He knows that their enemy is more than just an orcish warlord—it is something far worse.

Unlike Alariel, Caeldor understands their father’s hesitation. He has seen what happens to those who rush into Malgar unprepared—they do not return. And yet, he also knows that they cannot afford to wait forever. He is caught between his family, his father’s caution, and his sister’s hunger for battle.

Will Caeldor remain the quiet guardian of Thornwild, or will he step forward as a leader, forging a new path between war and survival?