Dark Elf-kin of Oakendark
In the subterranean embrace of Anduin, Oakendark stands as the majestic capital of the Dark Elves—a charred giant oak tree, ancient and veiled leagues beneath the surface. Scorched by the fires of a bygone millennium, its dimly lit expanse adorned by an ethereal display of luminous mushrooms, fungi, fireflies, and the beguiling glow of roaming will-o'-the-wisps. The pathways wind through the ashen remnants, guided by the enchanting mage-light, creating an atmosphere where shadows dance with the echoes of ancient secrets. Dark Elves generally have dark skin, black, white or silver hair and eyes of crimson, silver, or violet. Rooted in the traditions of the Order of Shadow and ancestral worship, they wield daggers in duals. Renowned for their subterranean trade netowrks, the Dark Elves trade not only in secrets but also in the elixirs and artifacts that resonate through the realms,
Oakendark, the capital of the Dark Elves, is an ancient, ashen, charred giant oak tree located leagues beneath the surface. It was scorched by fires a millennium past, and is dimly lit by its array of luminous mushrooms, fungi, fireflies, roaming will-o'-the-wisps and mage-light. It is a grand hive of activity amidst the descending onyx spires, illustrious, grandiose, and radiating with Elven architecture and achievement. While the elf kin of the darkened caverns have long been safe from the savage winds, storms, and weather of the surface; this time they have not been left unscathed.
As the veil between worlds thins and the mystic storms of arcane power ravage the surface, deep within the darkness, all the way to the planet's core, signs of the same magic can be seen. Waves of some ethereal gossamer curtain sweep to and fro, thrashing aimlessly and endlessly as unpredictable and untamable as any storm. In its wake, the same shimmer of magic hangs in the air, the same crystallized formations now cast in the cavernous stone and settling as a dewy film. The deathless horde of spectral horrors lashes out, snapping at all things living, drawing from its victims and the very planet itself the souls and life force of all living things. Their luminous spires ever reaching into darkness are a secluded and safe harbor no more.
