Here is my version of the race's biography. Please, don't criticize it right away. Long ago, even before the First War of the Eclipse, a bloody war was raging in the east of Greenhaven: the dark elves planned to capture the Stone Halls and drive the dwarves to the surface. The dwarven ruler, Thenegar, knew that he needed to enlist the help of allies and called upon the elves of Irollan for help, as he could not come to an agreement with the humans, who were experiencing a severe military crisis, and the mages, who had enough trouble with the Necromancers. Ginadel volunteered to command the elves because he loved the Greenhaven mountains and wanted to stay there. The dwarves and elves attacked the enemy, but they were surrounded by reinforcements from underground bases. The battle was long, and the enemy was driven out of the Stone Halls. All the dwarven warriors fell in battle, but Ginadel survived with 90 of his surviving soldiers. They went to a mountain that emitted a bright blue light and entered a cave. There was a huge ice dragon, which awoke at the appearance of the "guests." - Who dared to desecrate the sacred cave of Haribat, the Ice Dragon?! - the dragon exclaimed in a booming voice. - We apologize for the intrusion, great dragon. We were looking for temporary shelter after the battle. We are the forest elves of Irollan, - replied Ginadel. - You worship Silanna, the Earth Dragon and my aunt. - How? Why? - I am a descendant of Silat, the Air Dragon, and Shalassa, the Water Dragon. Before they disappeared, they created me, saying that a prophecy would soon come true. - What prophecy? - That a bloody battle between two brothers will take place here. One with a pure soul and thoughts, the other with cunning plans and cruel goals. The first will become the victor, banishing the other to his fate. And I will become his patron. - You must be referring to the battle between the Dark and Light Elves, which took place two days ago not far from here... Yes, I haven't introduced myself yet, I am... - Ginadel, a talented warrior who dreams of settling here, among the eternal snows. - Yes... but how do you know my name and my cherished dream? - I am one of the Circle of Higher Dragons of Ashan; it is my duty to know much, and your name was mentioned in the prophecy. Your dream is achievable. - Really? But what about Silanna's oath? - Don't worry, elf. If you agree to my terms, I will talk to Silanna. - Terms? What terms? - I will teach you not to be afraid of the cold and become your patron, but you must renounce serving Silanna and your people and live here until the End of the World. Do you agree? - I, and my people, will fight for these lands to the last drop of blood! We swear by our lives and honor to protect and serve you, great Haribat. - You have spoken the Oath of Loyalty. But that is not enough. And the huge dragon breathed his Ice Breath on them, and after a flash, the elves became unlike themselves. Their clothes changed, and they felt great power within. - Now you are the Northern Elves, - said the Dragon - You are not afraid of the cold and know its secrets. Thus began the history of the new people of the North, and life went on. Well, what do you think?