Far to the frozen North lies a land made of fire and ice where stands the greatest of all the Elven citadels, Pallinoris, with her white towers that shine in the early morning sun and her banners flying upon the cold breeze. It is a wonder to watch as Elves come and go making their way slowly through the labyrinth of streets that envelop the high walls of the inner sanctum and the domed halls of learning. It is here among those domes that the Elven council now sits deliberating the future of their race, and that of Man's, as war looms casting a shadow over those gathered hope slips ever further from the sight of the council, the darkness of war is coming.