Elves

Once the Jewel of Cairne, some could say the greatest treasure lost to the Blight were the elves and their lush forests and astounding culture. As life drained quickly from their lands and a great desert overtook the previous verdant fields, the elves attempted all they could to save the spirit tree that was the center of all of their lives and longevity. The tree itself held sovereign sway over every aspect of their lives and it began to wither and die once severed from the divine flow of power that kept it alive and eternal. A spirit tree cannot die, however theirs came as close as could have ever been imagined and when it did, the collective psyche of the elves withered with it, most of them going mad and devolving into roving bands of ravaging cannibals, hiding by day amidst the spiky trunks of the dead trees that once made up their forest and by night seeking to visit chaos and destruction upon the heads of any unlucky enough to be caught by them. While there are those extremely few and far between that have escaped complete insanity, even they are not without blemish as the disconnect from the very soul of their existence has left even the most stable of them without any form of moral tether. The Gauldowhynna Elves are lost drifters without purpose and are dismissed as a problem best avoided if possible. There are those few, mainly the Ventryte humans that have loose dealings with them, but even they do not venture into the wastes at night.