Wise, Ancient, Eternal people of the forests and the past.
In the forgotten past, before the now that is and after the was that could have been, two types of soul did meet in the lands of sin. One fled persecution, extinction. The other ancient, all-knowing of their realm. No aid to one another, as the second spread the lands, the future told through silence over demands. Young, old, present and future, the types too different to mend. The second, reason, following the dark. Green complexion, scarred. Weapons wielded in fury, the first to slay at hand. And still no aid, as forests fell to war. Wood burns, the ancients retreat. Third is demand godly, the horrible call. Restricted by fury, ancients all. Undeath of Mergus, future and pain. Unearthly deals to sustain. Ancients in their forest, leaving man alone. Mortal words are not their own. Not in the now that is, but in the soon that will be, the ancients will pay. And when they have fallen, new tidings of death as ancient stars fade. When no more, have peace.According to the myths, legends and sparsely recorded histories of Elven Collective of Uuku, the elves were the first to come to the land of Ithungsida. At the end of the second age, the portals to the Material were ripped away and only returned after many generations. And when the portals reopened, many flocked through into this new land, only to be largely stranded. Trapped in this new world with no way to return to the Feywild. Some fell into the sun scorched lands of Iwa, and still more fell into the vast forests of Ithungsida. At that time, the forests stretched everywhere. Across the Feng Mountains, through the Southern Desert before all was sand, and across the Southern Floodlands before they were ravaged by floods. They were endless and gave elves ample opportunity to spread. The majority fell into the heart of Ithungsida, the area now known as the Forests of Uuku. And many settled there, quite content with the region. They grew their cities to towering bulks for countless years. Somewhere in this period, the gates to the feywild were unlocked once more, but the drift had succeeded and the majority no longer had a wish to rejoin their eladrin ancestors. Over this time, countless new species were formed by the various gods from ash, trees and spirit and there was largely peace. At least, until the refugees that were man arrived from Iwa.
Ancient EldersAccording to Elven Myths, the Elves stood at the boundary of time in the realm of the FeyWild. Living in the moment even before this world existed as the gods and Giants helped to shape the boundaries of this new land. Many of their tales and songs stretch back millennia, with most myths that deal with the origin of the gods only found in Elven stories and histories. Their claims hold that the natives of the Feywild; the Eladrin, predated the forming of Ithungsida itself.