We are an ancient people with a history that spans millennia. While the ancestors of man were little more than cave-dwelling primitives, the High Elves built magnificent cities of glittering silver and white marble on their island home of Ulthuan. Elven scholars and explorers were the first to chart the stars and sail the world's oceans. The Elves were also the first race to mount an organized defense against the invading hordes of Chaos, beginning a war that continues to the present day
Early in our struggles against the Ruinous Powers, the Elves discovered that negative emotions such as fear, rage, jealousy and greed serve to fuel and strengthen the power of Chaos. Since that time, the we have struggled to keep their intense passions tightly under control. Though intelligent and enlightened, all of us Elves have the capacity for savage violence. In order to suppress this dangerous and unpredictable aspect of their psyche, the lords of Ulthuan continually strive to eliminate all extremes of emotion; in High Elf society, to surrender to anger or lust is to show weakness. As a result, we live by a strict regimen of rules and codes and embrace a way of life that emphasizes harmony, balance and inner peace.
Magic is the lifeblood of the High Elves. With millennia to hone their skills, it is little wonder that our Mages of Ulthuan are among the most powerful practitioners of magic in the world. Their thoughtful, meticulous approach to the study of combat, coupled with their patience and mental discipline makes the High Elves deadly fighters, as well. On the battlefield, High Elf swordsmen are graceful, lithe, and lethal when they detect a weakness in their adversaries.
When Finubar, Phoenix King and ruler of Ulthuan, gathered his finest warriors and set sail for the Old World to aid the beleaguered Empire, he was unaware that he and his allies were pawns in an elaborate plot designed to leave Ulthuan vulnerable to an invasion. As Finubar's fleet of longships passed beyond the horizon, vast shadows fall across the island of Ulthuan. The skies were darkened by a great swarm of Black Arks laden with hateful Dark Elf warriors seeking to reclaim their ancestral home and destroy forever their despised cousins, the High Elves.
When the dreadful news of the Dark Elves' attack reached Finubar's ears he left some of his warriors behind to fight alongside his allies, and returned to his ship and raced homeward. We now stand tall, side-by-side with our allies in Dwarven and Human lands, whilst defending our homeland Ulthuan. The odds are stacked heavily against us, but together with our High Elf brethren the Lost Guard of Tor Anroc will not rest until the last Druchii in Ulthuan has its head stuck onto a pike, serving as a warning to other enemies to never invade our homeland again.
We will prevail. We will rise. We will defeat.
