There they learned the arts of civilisation and the skills of magic from the enigmatic Old Ones. They lived in contentment and peace on the isle of Ulthuan in the centre of the world. The earliest days of the Elves go unrecorded, even by their own chronicles.
Stormclouds gather across the High Elf realms, and the Witch King's malevolent laughter echoes upon the wind. As the other elder races fade, the Dark Elves thrive, knowing that their hour has at last come. With every year that passes, the power of Naggaroth ascends to greater heights, built upon the backs of slaves and fuelled by a constant stream of plunder from far-off lands. Great raiding fleets, their sails black against the night sky, bring woe and destruction to all the shores of the world, bearing terror and death to distant realms, often for no better reason than because there is no one who can stand against them. Until that day finally dawns when the Isles of Ulthuan are finally theirs, the Dark Elves will continue their bloody quest as they always have. Yet even should every other land bow to their rule, the Dark Elves know that they cannot claim their glorious inheritance whilst their hated brethren, the High Elves, endure. Thus do their Black Arks and Corsair Fleets ply the great waters of the world, raiding and enslaving all before them as a tribute to their own avaricious desires. The Druchii are raiders, slavers and heartless reavers of the first degree, their every whim being nothing more than to sow misery and pain to all that oppose them, for misery and pain is the very lifeblood of their existence. With malevolent eyes, the Dark Elves watch this dying world, knowing it is their birthright to rule all that they survey and those that live upon it are born to do nothing more than to grovel at their feet. In the bleak, chilly lands of the continent of Naggaroth in the New World lies the Dark Elven kingdoms of the Witch King Malekith, a realm born from the depths of malice and hate, a kingdom that seeks nothing more than to despoil a world its people believe loathes their existence. The Dark Elves, or the Druchii as they call themselves in their own tongue, also known as the Naggarothi or the " Dark Ones", are one of the most ancient, powerful, and certainly the most sadistic of the three Elven civilisations of the world. The capricious folk of Ulthuan claim that they are their despised kin, exiled long ago, but truly, can one ever trust the words of an Elf?" They are so base as to specifically target children for their depredations. They roam and kill in darkness called up by their foul sorceries. Killers, despoilers, slavers and thieves we name them, but not one of these oft-earned titles begins to describe the depths of their depravity. " There are not enough words in your simple tongue to express our hatred for them, Human.
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