Descendants of the Betrayed and Fallen

The end and beginning

       In my clan we would always have a Rembrance of who we once were, for we weren't always called the Dalish, we were once called snow elves that lived in a very faraway land. Our clan leader would have us all settle down at the end of the year and have our story told to the younglings. How the humans or nords as they are called there had nearly wiped us out and how our friends the dwemer had "helped" us but only if we became their slaves. Drinking poison and becoming blind. But there were still a few dwemer who knew what was right and what was wrong helped some of us escape. It was only three hundred and many of them children or mothers, they told us to sail as far north as we could.
Many of our elders who are in their five thousand years of age were the children on those boats. They say it felt like months but when they had landed here their mothers had told them that they had been on those ships for only a month. We then began a new life and we had prospered, our numbers rose well up pass a thousand and for years it was us the Dalish we built homes and monuments to the betrayed and would always remember them. Then the humans had attacked us and we survived but so did they. They said that we had to serve under them or become small tribes. Half of us then became known as city elves while the rest or us became the Dalish still, but with a different meaning.

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I am damn well proud of this intro 😊