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
Doom of the Nightingales
As the silhouettes of the departing ships dwindled against the setting sun, Morag surveyed the smouldering remains of what was once the greatest war camp of the Daeb. What now seemed a lifetime ago the beach below had welcomed a thousand ships launched by the Republic to reclaim what was rightfully theirs. Rightfully theirs. Or was it? The stench of blood and death brought her back from her melancholic reverie. Her time was running out and there was one more thing she wanted to do before her hour came. Gritting her teeth and pushing down the pain, she limped her way towards the ruin of the palisades and a macabre mound of flesh, metal and linen. Atop the repugnant mass of avaricious midgets, the fine features of an elven prince glistened like a jewel. Though agony blurred her vision, the cawing of crows pushed here onwards. With what little strength she had left, she tenderly placed the prince’s head on her lap and used the tatters of her cloak to wipe away the blood from his face and the tears from her own. “You fought well little one,” she murmured. “Mother would have been proud.” Hugging him as fiercely as her aching body could, she opened her mind to the void beyond the Veil. A deal had been struck and now the price would be paid. Last she felt was a crow landing on her shoulder, and then she was no more.
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.