Kingdom of Eternia

"Somewhere, the world is at peace. A refined and elegant area of class and sophistication. This isn't that place" -Dr.Micheal

During the years following the War of Iron and Silk, a small group of primarily elves and half-elves moved toward the Panimian Swamps of Southern America. A small excerpt for a book found within a "home" is below.

Before the beginning of all, there was, before the humans built, before the wars started, before the aliens landed, and before the dragons reached. There were elves and dwarves. Both these races cunning in their craft. The Dwarves Brurish and Bold in their mining skills and the Elves elegant builders. These two races hated each other. Their lives, buildings, ideals being completely different. The Dwarves cared about their family and clan much preferring the glory of all than one. While the elves preferred to refine themselves, each with their own purpose and identity. And between all this friendship still spawned. The Gruntel family of Dwarves lived on the edge on the Farlands very close to the elves they hated so dearly. This sparked Apathy towards the elves. Then one day a curious Dwarf stumbled into the mystical swamps. His name was Ruford, and he was an idiot...... but he had a heart, he was kind, curious, and a bit stubborn. He would come across an elf tall and slim. His name was Thomas Applescratch. This was a strange meeting between the two, meeting under an oddly lit mushroom of all places. Their love for the natural was immediately made known. and thus a friendship was born. They would wander the land of the low swamps and high mountains, finding care for each other and the land around them. But their people would matter much more, than some mere friendship. So they led. They lead their people into new ages. New technologies were built, art was made, and all while they still cared for each other. Until the war broke out between the two gruntled races, hate began to fester between the unlikely friends. They led their nations into war with each raid, each attack with more ferocity than the last until a victory was decided. The elves won but at a cost, they were no longer this high race anymore, but a mere druidic race forced to tend to the high trees they destroyed. The dwarves were wiped out, only a few families still remain to this day living in the farmlands near Scotland. And as for Thomas and Ruford, who knows? Some say they ran during the final battle Constine. Others say they died but they still exist within the hearts of their people as a constant reminder that life must resume no matter the cost