Wardens of the forest
From the greatest forests to the humblest desert oasis, wherever trees take root, there you may feel the weight of unseen eyes, or sense a tremor of movement among the boughs. Yet raise a blade to those sacred groves and you may feel the wrath of their protectors – the Sylvan Elves.
Believing themselves the oldest and truest of the Elven civilisations, the woodland Fae are a source of frightening stories across the world. Proud and merciless, their ancient magics and mastery of their primordial homes grant the Sylvan Elves a reputation of mystery and treachery that is well deserved. It is said the elves nurture the very spirits of the wood, who follow them to war beneath the canopy. Those same spirits are murderous when roused, and terrifying when combined with lethal Sylvan archery. The ancient forest of Wyscan is home to the last major elven population in Vetia, and the sylvan disregard for human borders often causes strife with their neighbours.
The Sylvan Elves often play using multiple highly mobile small units and try to pick favorable fights against slower but bigger opposing units attacking from many different sides, all while shooting down their opponents under a hail of arrows. Another common tactic is to focus on highly mobile shooting and avoid close combat entirely. A completely different playstyle to both of these is to play with masses of strong tree units instead of Elves and to defeat the opponent with Dryads, Treekin, and Treemen in close combat.
Lore of Sylvan Elves
A Glimpse into the Eaves
I’m not from around here - thought the forest was nothing but a plain old forest. Didn’t know well enough to be afraid. Sill, could hear my heart like a beating drum, cos there weren’t no sound or movement in the trees. But there was something in the air that I couldn’t right describe. After what felt like years I finally heard something. It got closer and closer, til I realised it was the sound of heavy hooves. It seemed to come from everywhere at once, echoing around the forest. I was paralysed, stood waiting for the gods know what to happen. Then it stopped, and I turned and saw the most beautiful creatures, ridden by tall men and women holding long spears. Least I think they were men – there weren’t no expressions on their faces. Looked right past me. I was so shocked I stumbled forwards and must have hit my head, because the next thing I know I came around and I’m in the middle of a field. And I tell you, it took me some time to find the nearest pub.
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.