Prolouge
He paced impatiently at the door. This day a truce was being signed, a truce which had been long awaited. Decades of war had taken its toll on both sides, and as the leader of the humans had passed away another had taken his place, this new leader seemed to be more peace loving than his predecessor who had refused to realize the urgent need of an alliance between them. Shortly after the death, an unarmed scout had been sent with a letter pleading for a truce. The elven people had never been a war loving one, and a collective sigh of relief had passed through the forest as the human leader arrived to negotiate the terms. Now it was f