Xenophobia Wars

Calm down, I won't hurt you. Yes I have horns, but I promise, I will help you get well, but you need to calm yourself with no stress. -- BKF

Tamasin didn't know if the battle was won or lost. They barely remembered the hit that took them down. One moment, they were fighting for the righteous cause, dimly aware that the line had broken. The next, they were staring at a roof made out of whatever happened to be closest to hand.

Tamasin recognised a torn flag representing their Marquis, and battered shields from both sides of the conflict. Troop flags and knight's tabards stained with blood, tangled over tent poles and green branches that were more falling down against each other than constructed with rhyme or reason. There was even a glimpse of proper tent canvas in there.

Movement drew their attention to their Healer. In any other circumstance, the expression would be calm and beatific. Except this face was a deep purple and sported spiky horns.

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In the Forest of Giants, a war has raged for centuries.

The Elves did not know that some trees were more alive than others. They did not have reason to ask before the first branch reached out and crushed the first Elf to bent a bivouac into someone's head. The actual war happened because they did not care to ask.

They were Elves. The first people to make civilisation as they defined it. They