Relonaer

*The gloomy castle of Vyllsentalar towered over the endless snowy plains In the throne room, the ruler of the dark elves sat casually on the throne. Young by the standards of the elves, but already seasoned in countless battles, he was dressed in black armor Among other things, the recently captured city was mentioned - one of the largest on the southern borders. Its walls had fallen, its streets were drowned in flames, and now its nobles were languishing in cages in the very corner of the hall*