Instead of fearing the death as their lord, they creep in the shadows of divine entities, coporeal kings and greedy dealers. Each one knows that his legs will rot in dirty burial ground one day but still they long for their own house made of stone. The rich construct monuments after their own image, to save their face from ruin, but they do not even believe this could be real. No, my Filoen, they will never understand, what the wise and old tell, that life is not accounted to a single being, you are part of the oak tree and its life as well and the oak tree feels what you feel. Everything is interfingering, woven into each other, it will never die.
Oh, young Filoen, stay here, do not wander off to those human beings. They will drown you in their own unlucky state, drown you deep down in their spiral of fear, lust and despair they call life..." (Warnings of the elf Malisa Moongleam to her young lover)
All elves may simply be recognized by their long pointed ears. Their body is very similar to that of human beings, but normally it is slimmer and more delicate. As dwarves, far related brothers and sisters of the elves, they live much longer than an average human being, they may easily live for more than some hundred years, but there are a lot of cases where some elves also died much younger than most of the human folk.
All elves inherit their folk's magical powers. They are taught so well in their magical arts (by their parents as well as by their fellow kin) that they employ them very early for hunting and fighting purposes or even to ease difficult work in their environment. Only rarely elves are so keen on magic that they look for perfection as human magicians do and step their way into a research project.
Out of all elves we will only present the meadow-folk, because they are most easily to find and many of them are already used to human beings in their environment. (The mysterious wood-elves and the bright firn-elves are not part of the basic rules.) The meadow-elves settled in front of all alongside the rivers and creeks of Arkania and faced their terrible enemies, so that they are also called the river-elves. The meadow-folk is the most pugnacious folk of the elves, they are used to the exchange of ideas and goods with human beings.
Can you imagine the surprise and the compassion, can you feel the agony and curiosity of a young elf ? And last but not least, you will have to wonder about the cult human beings perform, not only of religion, but in front of all of gold and cruelty. Elves do not understand why any one should "act as an ork" not even against a really hideous enemy. And they do not like to creep in front of any one, may he call himself king, emperor or god.
An elf should really fall into the hole he buried himself by commenting on characteristics he was not meant to comment on.
"Ooh, so you say, this bangle is worth more than 100 pieces of gold - wherever you may roam, even here in the woodland surrounded by wolves,,,"
"You call it magic ? I call it an urgent wish."
"Only an ork fishes more than he can eat."