Alfheim

Alfheim, otherwise known as the Land of the Elves, is an ancient realm where the elves dwelled in their earliest days. One of the first realms of Fantasy, many elves once lived in this heaven like paradise. However, after mysterious events, the homeland of the elves has disappeared, and fallen into eternal shadow. Now, only Van Valeric calls this place home.

The Dark Lord of the Elves
Hidden in the twilight forest at the center of Alfheim, the ancient Palace of Stars stands abandoned - at least, that's what many on the outside would imagine. No, the throne remained occupied, even as twilight fell upon the homeland of elfkind. While the secrets of the Eternal Night and the mass exodus from the darkened realm remain foggy, no elf can now live here. All except one, and his mysterious works, hidden within.

For indeed while the light had long left this place, one remains who dwells in the dark - an old god of the elves now sits upon the throne. He studies ancient books, scrolls, and tablets, eternally busy. On the latest start of the lunar cycle however, an oddity occurs, instead of pouring over books, the dark god silently breaks his traditional silence and research, and instead utters...

"By the command of the Dark Lord of Alfheim, by my name unto which all elves bow, I command thee to take form and spirit, and serve me until thy breath runs empty. In my name, Van Valeric, you shall arise from ash and shadow, from light and dawn. I embue thee with the astral elements of Aether, to give thee life and breath, and Nether, to give thee body and mind. Arise, child of Shadow and Light, Aether and Nether. I invoke thy name, /Hevilan - Yugilal - Fereis\."

A great mass of energy, light, and dark, ash clouds that blanket and obscure the room gathers and condenses, giving rise to a figure that kneels at the seated Van Valeric, the master of this realm.

"Speak, my creation, and tell me thy name." He utters, once the being he brought forth raises its head.