Renegade Sprites

Ages past in a time few remember so it is said, when even King Jurano was still yet a prince, his father took up the tedious and messy ordeal of constructing within the lands a sense of order and justice. It was a quest fraught with many hardships and sorrow baring stepping stones but slowly he progressed.

Many were eager to form an alliance with the growing power within the lands. In return for their cooperation in forming order before the destructive chaos which was Loki’s, Jurano offered to them a safe haven to construct their homes and do business. Safety away from the wild beasts and dragons that roamed the vast wilderness. He kept that promise and named the fledgling sanctuary Moorgate.

Sending forth his ambassadors and messengers, he appealed to each race in the lands. The elves, the dwarves, the gnomes, humans, lizardmen, giants, Halflings, then finally the Sylvan population so determined to keep their reclusive recluse lives within the forests.

The growing council of races that was the King’s did not push him to continue negotiations with the sprites who were most commonly left unmarred by Loki’s minions, many feeling they were too diminutive and lacked the physical force the rest of the races had; after all what could they offer? The King gave them no heed, feeling that all the races no matter size, intelligence, number or power would be required in the war against chaos.

The words of the others were quick to fall within the whisperings of the woods however. As construction on Moorgate flew into full swing, the opinions and whispers of the King’s council quickly made their quiet way through the masses. Such socialization had never been available with all on their separate lands dealing with their separate issues and orders.

When finally it became clear the views of the others about, the woodland sprites concluded all negotiations and refused to take part in the slowly growing town that was quickly becoming a city. A city, many pointed out that was constructed for those of an average size. The Halflings in return had built their Cottley Mounds and the gnomes and sprites stayed true to their forests for their home outside of Moorgate.

Relationships between the King’s new council and the sprites continued to deteriorate. Soon they found themselves labeled renegades of the outlands, those places outside the city. Spited they felt for such harsh criticisms unearned, that the sylvan population locked themselves away in their woods. Many took to simply going about their lives without care or whim within the woods surrounding Moorgate, but a few had other issues on mind.

They declared war upon all those that choose to make themselves part of Moorgate with its bitter opinions. So misconstrued and jaded had they become that the prejudice they spawned spanned through the generations, so that if any they crossed departing from Moorgate’s gates became the target of their unsettled egos no matter friend or foe.

And so it came to arrive and nae not pass the somber situation that became those sylvan which call themselves renegades.