Legions of Fear
On every coast, in every port, the sighting of black sails is met with instant horror. Theirs is a name well earned from centuries of reaving and slaving, sparing none who fall beneath their whips. Feel the chains of fear upon your heart, with the approach of the Dread Elves.
The Republic of Dathen in Silexia represents the largest dominion of Dread Elves, a hotbed of politics and intrigue centred upon the Obsidian Thrones within the Tower of Gar Daecos. Religion too shapes this society, and the most powerful cults dominate both civilian and military life. Perhaps the greatest weapon of fear in the arsenal of the Dread Elves is the Menagerie: a collection of monstrous creatures which the Daeb bend to their will.
The Dread Elves often use a mixed arms approach. That means a mixture of short and long range shooting with different combat elements and magic support. They can also focus on a main infantry unit, supporting it with several smaller units to make sure it gets the combat it wants. A completely different approach is to play a mixture of minimum sized units of elite infantry, or monsters, or hard hitting cavalry and chariots. A lot of mobile shooting can also be used to "dance" around the Opponent while Shooting their units.
Lore of Dread Elves
The Kraken’s Logbook
The Gaze of the Kraken’s Logbook.
28th of Bomudh, 2682 DD
A dozen leagues from the West Coast of Vetia
We left Caen Dracin two weeks ago. The ship’s company is in a good mood after the past days’ trials. When the storm came, we faced it with the iron temper of our people. The slaves revolted under the cover of the tempest, seeing a chance in the turmoil of the seas. We shattered the revolt quickly and ruthlessly, avoiding the loss of slaves when possible. It was unavoidable at times. The result was one of my companion’s dead and two injured. No elven life is worth a paltry few slaves but putting down the revolt had to be put down. The final result was heavy losses among our freight: Seven slaves dead and eleven injured, three of them badly. We offered the dead to Harag the Storm Witch, in line with the wishes of the crew. The Goddess appears to have listened to our prayer. Today, as the first lights of the morning danced across the waves, the clouds were suddenly gone and a gift from the Goddess appeared on the horizon. A bulky merchant ship heading due East, with a Destrian flag flying from its top sail. We swiftly tacked to pursue them, with our blades ready and the wind in our sails. We are quickly gaining on her; it seems we will return with full holds after all.
You will find here the lore that has currently been released. More lore will be released in the future, and will subsequently be added to this section.