The Premonition

Our story begins in an ancient elven Foyer that sits nestled upon the top of a distant mountain peak, due west of the Arcane City. The elves are historically known for being isolated creatures, ones who keep to themselves and only associate with their own kind. In this ancient Foyer, a fairly large city of Elves were obssessed with training their mind, body and spirit to become fully attuned to the world around them, some of which were able to enter such deep meditation that they could see and travel the world from the Foyer. Lezrae was one of those who could perform such a feat, however it was a strict rule that those who could would not allow themselves to feel or emphathize with the world around them. They were only to see, learn and teach others about the wicked ways in which they could destroy their own civilization, or perhaps improve it if such things were found. This was not the way for Lezrae, for she was a deep feeler. She saw the darkness that swept the lands, the hatred that spread, the anger that she felt as she looked upon the faces of the citizens of the lands. It disturbed her greatly. Yet, the thing that disturbed her the most was an army of Demons she saw gathered on the base of her mountain, assembled in formation ready to murder the life she knew and all she loved. As her projection snapped back into her body, she scouted below to see that there was nothing there, no demons, no fires, no signs of war. She felt a sense of dread as she knew deep in her soul that this was premonition of death to come. In a flash she was gone from the peak and appeared within the city of Valour where she would devote her life to stopping this dream from passing.