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History of Ravencreek

The town of Ravencreek is a small town with a few hundred residents of a variety of races but they are predominantly half-elven. However the land wasn’t always so and a few hundred years ago, or more, there was a village of elves that called the shady pines, bubbling brooks and meadows of Ravencreek home. When the few humans moved in they worked with the elves to understand the woods, plants and animals that called the area home. As the numbers of humans increased their connection to nature only increased and several elves mingled with the humans.

This was a joyous union of the two races and Ravencreek began to blossom into something more, a place for nature, the wilds and life to be celebrated. That was until the elven warlord returned from his hundred year war to find a new blossoming human village. When the warlord questioned the elders of his village why they had permitted the humans to live in these elven lands the reply was not what he wanted.

Furthermore the discovery of half-elven children in the town drove the warlord man and he, followed by some zealous warriors, flew into a rage. Riding through the street they murdered many people, elves and humans alike over the course of a week. The warlord quickly became known as the Butcher as his brutality was only matched by his skill with his blade.

The elven and human guards eventually captured many of the elven warriors while the warlord, Dokalvar, retreated to the elven tower. A joint force of elves and humans stormed the tower and as they set fire to the building the warlord cursed the town, its people and the land. Before he even left the balcony from where he cursed and spat two arrows pierced his chest – Launched from both the elven elder and a human elder.

The body of Dokalvar fell screaming into the burning tower and was never found, nor was it sought out. The people of the land, elves and humans alike founded the town in Ravencreek and left the ruins of the Elven tower to be a reminder of the darkness that threatens peace.

Currently

Every year as the town of Ravencreek gets ready to give thanks to the land and the animals just as spring blooms. The town’s bond to nature is still strong and its people have forgotten the hatred that ruined the elven village. The town celebrates for a full week beginning with a ceremony that gives thanks to the moon and the respects given to the dead and closing with a celebration of the sun and the thanks given to the living.

As the village gathers for their first celebration the people the elves, humans and half-elves link hands and begin to give thanks to the dead and the moon. But a piercing cry interrupts their singing and the distorted sound of horse hooves on stone can be heard moving towards the centre of the town.

A shadowy figure atop a black mare made from smoke storms down the road. The people panic and scream as they run for their houses but the figure ignores them all. As the man on beast races down the road they rush toward the centre of the town where the mayor, a half-elf woman, was commencing the city’s ritual. As the rider reached the woman an axe flashed in the moonlight and separated her head from shoulders. The swift retreat of hooves revealed the body of the mayor, headless, laying at the platform where in giving thanks to the dead she joined them.

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