The Fallen Enclave

For millennia, all of Fae-kind fled for their lives as the world of men hunted them to near extinction as the Great City's luster began to wane. As the Age of Man arose, the Fae people were relegated to living on the fringe of society; fallen and cast down from their former stature. The thousands of years that would follow would see the birth of a darker breed of the Fae-kin - the Dre Fæmora, who themselves would forge a unique reputation for bloodlust and violent reprisals against the world of man. Even still, their efforts would do little to stem the rolling tide of mankind, which in turn would force them to carve out a living amongst rocks and barren wastes at the edge of the known world.

That is... until now.

Darkness stirs in the east as whispers swirl about the windswept tundras and foothills - whispers of Fae-kin gathering to the banner of an Archon from among the scattered clans of the Dre Fæmora. To the greater world of mankind, with its vast kingdoms and empires - this Archon is but one of many marauder lords who raid and pillage the border regions of civilization in the name of a bygone grudge; a nuisance to be sure, but little more than that. But among the Fae-kin, the words of this Archon - known as Særoth the Fallen - are words not spoken by a leader of their kind for generations prior.

"I have seen both the end, and a new beginning... I saw the fall of the Great City, and when the hearts of men hardened against our ancestors. I witnessed the murder of hundreds of thousands of our kinfolk in the name of greed... But I have also witnessed the rebirth of our people; the harkening of an age where our kin rise above the realm of man, and reclaim our birthright for all time."

While some have sought to discount his words as the rantings of a shamanistic 'barbarian' who has lived too long within caverns and underneath mountains, a certain power swirls about him - a force bent on granting weight to his words. An Enclave is forming around him - a desperate gathering of the lost, forsaken...

...and The Fallen.

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The Fallen Enclave is best described as a collection of Fae-kin from across the eastern realms of the world who have all gathered under the banner of 'He who Speaks' - the first of The Fallen, known as Særoth mol'Corrav. An Archon of a Dre Fæmoral clan known as 'The Fallen Sons', Særoth leads those who have gathered to his banner in a quest to realize the premonitions he claims to have seen with his own eyes - a world wherein the Age of Man dies, and the Fae-kin rise above all others.

Many among his followers believe his visions and words come, not from himself, but from the dark patron all Dre Fæmora both revere and despise. The Fallen Sons call this patron Lo'vaioth - a name derived from an ancient dialect of Dre Fæim that roughly translates to 'The Hungering One' - who has exacted a bloody toll upon the Dre Fæmora and all those ill-fated to fall victim to their machinations since the days of The Dominion. Only time will tell if the followers of The Fallen shall realize the fulfillment of his words...