Where elves will not cross, and orcs will not pass,
Neither race shall mix on soil or grass,
A truce will be held, no blood will be shed,
Peace will be kept by these words that are said,
Crosseth the line, the feud will return,
The guilty walks on land which will burn,
War will resume, armies will clash,
Death is the victor, all will be ash.
For 500 years an uneasy truce between orcs and elves had been honoured. Not since the Great War had orcs has set foot on elven territories and likewise no elf has gone beyond the boundary and encroached on orc soil. The truce was as strong as it was when it was penned, both races segregated by mere inked words made by their forefathers.
The forbidden boundary separated both lands. On one side was the enchanted lush vegetation of the elven forest land, thick with trees and an abundance of life. On the other, an arid, desolate landscape of bare black dirt, dotted with grey jutting boulders and burdened by a stark unforgiving mountain range populated by orcs.
Then one day, upon his initiation ceremony into manhood, a young elf crosses the boundary line and so begins a dark day in the history of The First Children. The Great Truce had been broken, the battle lines drawn once again and an old enemy surfaces.
