The Dawn of The Elves

In the earliest days of The Ancient Reach, when the land lay barren and the skies hung heavy with silence, the world slumbered beneath the touch of creation’s forgotten hand. It was in this quietude that Leyare, the Root of Magic, stirred.

Unlike the great gods of war and dominion, Leyara moved unseen, her influence gentle and patient as the breath of spring. Where the others shaped mountains and carved seas, Leyara traced the smallest veins of the world, planting magic like seeds beneath the earth’s skin. From her touch, the first threads of the Weave blossomed, anchoring the unseen power that now binds the realm together.

But Leyara desired more than silent threads—she longed for life that would bloom with magic’s song. And so, from the tallest trees of Lumispire and the light that danced upon its leaves, she gave form to the first elves.

They emerged with hair spun from starlight and eyes that mirrored the colors of dawn, their hearts bound to the quiet pulse of the land. It is said that the elves did not awaken to the sound of drums or thunder, but to the soft rustling of leaves and the whisper of the wind through ancient groves.

Leyara taught her children the ways of the arcane not through command, but by guiding their hands to the roots of the world itself. Through her, they learned to listen to the hum of leylines and draw strength from the stars.

In honor of Leyara's gift, the first elven city of Lumispire was founded along the richest convergence of ley lines. At its heart grew the First Tree, a towering silver-barked wonder believed to hold the purest fragment of Leyara's essence. From this sacred grove, the elves flourished, weaving light, magic, and nature into a harmony unmatched by any other race.

Thus began the Age of Awakening, and with it, the long reign of the elves—Leyara's children and The Keepers of the world’s first magic.