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sometimesraven: An elf with green-tipped brown hair swept back with some wavy fringe falling in front of their face. Their skin is light brown and their eyes are brown, framed by vine-like tribal facepaints. Their hands are raised so their pointer fingers are pressed together, on which perches a small bird (Default)
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The fae were dying. Humanity had been vaguely aware of their presence for centuries, yet refused to acknowledge their existence in favour of their buildings and technology and science. The fae were growing tired of hiding and barely scraping by in this unfamiliar new world, and so one inevitable day, they didn’t.

Each fae council treated the Uprising differently. The High Elves wanted the major cities. They fought their way in; forced their magic into the cracks between the pavements and made themselves one with the technology there. Buildings were taken, people were killed, and the High Elves took their thrones in the humans’ bustling centres. The City Elves were already among us. They hid amongst the people and revealed themselves only when the High Elves did; living as the lower class of Elves they’d always been considered.

The Wood Elves revealed themselves slowly; creeping from the forests and scaring away the people there. Unlike the High Elves, however, they were happy to mingle with any humans they deemed worthy and before long they were living among them in their farmhouses and small towns.

The Dark Elves, long since exiled and shunned from elven society, were happy to stay in their underground cities and the most uninhabited parts of the world; though some joined the Wood Elves in their towns – the only other elves who would sympathise with their plight.

The fairies and pixies and nixies and naiads and dryads and all the other nature spirits remained where they were; but now they roam freely in cities and towns, unafraid of the humans surrounding them.

Humanity itself reacted in divided numbers. Some welcomed their new fellows and adapted well to their new society. Others preferred to live apart, but were happy to allow the fae appearences. Yet more protested in the dark as theives and smugglers, acting out against their new governers.

Then there were the Cleansed. Those rich and powerful enough to break away and form their own societies. They quickly learned these fae could creep their ways in anywhere there was life, and thus quarantined sections of the cities against them. Anywhere the fae hadn’t reached was warded away and cleansed; formulae were concocted to rid fae of their disguises and poison them away, and new trains were built within these cities while the old were terminated at the quarantine gates.

This is a world of ruin and wonder; magic, nature and science together as one power. Dystopia or Utopia? None can agree for sure.

Perhaps we can find out together...
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