wild elves

Ittoi of the Moyani remained quite still near the edge of the clearing. It was the appointed gathering spot, but it would also make a fine ambush. They were close to the territory of the Rak'tell and another tribe. It was considered cowardly - across all the tribes - to kill another elf woth a...

"No." Ittoi said the single word and held his club out to his right, blocking the path of the younger elf. By the standards of his tribe, he was relatively old. Ittoi had not lived to this age by making foolish mistakes. "Look." He pointed his club forwards. Nestled in the ferns ahead was...