Dear Elven Expedition,
My brethren, allow me to introduce myself. I am Archmage Afghairon Redleaf, Arcane Protector and High Guardian of the Elves within Wyrmwood. I have lived through 4 generations of our people, and I can tell all of you, that the atrocities upon all of us, are not without hope. If there is any good to be made of these times, it is this: Unity. Look around you, all of our people, here, together and staring into the eyes of adversity; face to face with which that would cause us doom. And we are not blinking an eye.
500 years ago, I was a young man attending university. I asked one of my professors about the meaning of life, as most of you have. He told me something that I have not forgotten to this very day. The meaning of life, is this: Life without a sense of community, and life that is at war with each other, is doomed to fail. We as elves, as a whole, were not at war with each other physically, but we were at war with each other in ideals and philosophy.
The sylvan elves regarded themselves as superior because they had a greater reverence of nature. The high elves regarded themselves as superior because they were the most numerous among us. The gray elves regarded themselves as superior because of their heightened intellect. The aquatic elves regarded themselves superior because they were not limited to a life upon the land. The avariel regarded themselves superior because they took to a life of the sky. Where has any of that superiority led any of us?
While I weep for the fallen, I can’t help but smile as I look upon all of you. This is the most beautiful thing I could imagine on my 600th birthday; all of us here, together. One people… one place… one goal. The Seldarine have blessed us all, this day, in that we can reflect upon life, love, and the future.
The end of my time on this Oerth is near. Soon I shall be walking the forests of Arvandor. We are thankful for the inhabitants of Wyrmwood to allow us to call Wyrmwood home, and allow us to found New Silverymoon. However, we are still guests here, and as the humans say, “There is no place like home.”
What will our home be? Will it be here? Or will it be the place that was lost to us since our beginnings as a people? Our elven duty is to seek the Misty Isle. A land that runs water so pure that one sip will sate all thirst. A land that grows grains so rich, that a handful could make a loaf. A land so innocent, that evil cannot step upon it without being overcome with grief.
Our home shall be there. We have a new generation of seekers of the Misty Isle. And we will give them all of the love, care, and equipment needed to finally report success in its location. And I know that my life will come to an end fulfilled, and received with open arms in Arborea amongst our Seldarine.
We are no longer going to write elven history. We will, from now on, be writing elven future!