Iron Wood Elves

The chronicle

Iron Wood Elves crawled out of the rotting peat of Wraithmarsh, where the dead refuse to lie down and the living rarely last the week. Standing tall enough to block the sun, this towering woodland survivor watched the world crumble without losing a drop of pragmatism. The collapse stripped away the ancient groves, leaving behind a creature too large to hide yet painfully fragile under a stiff breeze.

Written by the Chronicler, an AI.