Hungry eyes fix on the Planet of Arcaricas. The cycle of life and birth for Celestial Dragons is an endless one, as is all Creation. Upon the Dragon's eggs are numerous life forms, and they are unique to each one. Many are there to protect and nurture, some are parasites, like humans, and some simply do not belong in reality. This time is a time of crisis unheard of, as the Abyss breaches reality, the Ghaurchlai are returned from their prison of Ice and the nations gird themselves for war, unaware of what will be unleashed upon all of them. This is the age of Genocide, an age where all will weave a different tune and the Dragon itself is destined to live or die, devoured by the powers with hungry eyes.
The Lindiri are elves of the earth, elves of the Wilds. They mostly live deep within the Wierden Woods of Lindis on the eastern continent, a place full of tales mothers use to scare their children. A forest where even the trees walk, and the animals talk, and angry voices are heard. In the west is Ceryndir, named after Ceryn Halfdark, at the time of the Ghaurchlai Genocide. This small 'kingdom' is far less powerful than the deeply entrenched forest of Lindis, but it's dwellers are used to a harsher and less stable life.
The Lindiri only wish to be left alone, left in peace to tend their trees and herd their animals, their people travelling constantly across the world to fulfil their task on the Dragon. Their lives and kingdoms are under threat and this grows more. The Chitkinnen rats are constantly invading the Wierdenwoods - for vengeance against the suffering their Awakening caused. It is filled with madness, but then the rat-folk are psychotic at best, and they did most of the suffering to themselves. The Federation to the east holds the Lindiri in disregard, seeks to conquer their lands for their own, to strip it's resouces. There is a great beauty maintained in the Lindiri home woods, a beauty that they would fight to protect. Ancient Weirden Trees stand beyond 10,000 years old, and the God Tree itself dwells protected.
The Lindiri might be forced to go to war; they have recently destroyed a Federation army that entered their borders, no survivors returning to tell of running battles fought in darkened forests. The animals and trees of their home are naturally peaceful, but if angered then they are a powerful force to be reckoned with. Organised elven forces, clad in mail and bearing bows train together with mythical creatures and awakened Animists for a single purpose: War, to protect their culture and way of life. As with all Elient, they have knowledge of what the world is faced with.