Little is known about these shadows of the night. There are a few tales that precede the coming of Loki’s Hammer, though those are said to be nothing more that legend and myth. They depicted the Elves as honourable and beautiful, always ready to defend mankind. The elves that arrived in the wake of the devastation from Loki’s Hammer were neither honourable nor benevolent. Standing almost as tall as a man, the elves were faster and more fleet-of-foot. Armed with powerful bows, even the youngest seem as skilled with a sword as many of the finest human guards. There was no standing against them, they could see in the darkness and their raiding parties would fall on the people, slaughtering them before fading back into the dark of the night.

Even now there is only fear at the name ‘elf.’ Few speak of them openly as if in fear of drawing their attentions. Guards pale at the sounds of hooves in the darkened nights and farmers regularly check their reinforcements about their farms, trying to protect themselves and their families from any raiding parties that might attack. With the regular patrols about the valley and watch fires on the entrances, these attacks have become much rarely of late, but few doubt that the elves lie in wait, ready to strike once more should the city ever let its guard down.