The elven clans inhabited Mistletoe Valley as well as he Ever Cliffs long before the kingdom of Burgdalin had been established and humans spread across the continent the elves lived together in solitude, keeping away from the other races except for a coming of age journey where they would venture out into Falyimoar to experience what it was like to live amongst the shorter lived races. In this time Mistletoe Valley was called Misteltal, before its name was translated into common, and the elves of Misteltal lived in small villages that rarely interacted with one another.

Just a mere hundred and fifty years after the establishment of a small kingdom in central Falyimoar, the young elves that had journeyed out of the Valley began to return with stories of human armies that had been sweeping over the land lead by a powerful and cruel man.

He would capture towns and villages, everything from them then leaving them in ruin. Any that resisted were kept alive and forced to watch as all of their family members were gathered onto pyres and set ablaze while chained down to large metal platforms the armies had caries with them, scorched from frequent use.

Hearing of this impending danger the Elders of Misteltal gathered for the first time in hundreds of years, after lengthy discussions they decided their best option was to mount an offensive strike against the approaching armies. They gathered as many of the skilled hunters and warriors as could be spared and set out to the pass that connects Misteltal to the rest of Falyimoar.

They sent out groups of hunters to observe the army and to report back should they approach the pass. On multiple occasions the elves launched assaults against the army at night and harassed their supply caravans. These occasionally resulted in skirmishes that typically resulted in the retreat of the elves. After years of conquest the army finally made it to the pass into Misteltal, and prepared to cross through it.

Having lied in wait for King Charles the Third's army to arrive the elves stationed themselves on the cliffs of the pass, hiding themselves from view until the armies entered the pass, when they launched volley after volley of arrows, and sent stones rolling down the cliffs, wiping out the army.

Emboldened by their swift defeat of their foes they tossed caution to the wind and descended into the pass themselves, to ensure that their enemies had been vanquished. However as soon as they came to see the obliterated army they realized something was gravely wrong, the army they had heard of was a large military, with officers wearing special colors and soldiers in detailed armor. Contrary to what they had heard in their reports these soldiers appeared to be thin and weak, wearing what appeared to be scraped together armor with painted lines to give the appearance of intracity

The first cry came as abruptly as it faded. A young elf had approached one the men who had been shot with an arrow and brushed against the bare of his hand against the soldiers arm as he went to examine the corpse. It was cold, a cold a fresh corpse should not have, that felt this man had been left to freeze during the winter. In a instant the elf was dead. Frozen solid as he toppled over, shattering into icy shards as he crashed to the ground.

Breaking into a panic the elven militia broke apart fleeing in all directions, bumping into more corpses as they ran, causing a chain reaction that decimated about a third of their forces. Those that escaped what would come to be called The Field of Frozen Roses witnessed as an army several times as large as the one they had defeated strode out of the forest that borders the pass, appearing from a magical barrier that had been hiding them. Lead by a heavily armored man astride a horse in detailed armor leading a cavalry charge into the pass.

This field just within the pass to Misteltal is the sight of the first major battle of The Splintering Schism. Filled with the frozen remains of both elves and humans this patch of land has been found filled with roses made of ice on the anniversary of the battle. These roses only seem to sprout from where the soldiers perished, with the roses melting away as the sun sets. As if the plants themselves remember the battle that took place here.

The clan of the sea elves. These elves live in the western reaches of Misteltal where the mountains part and open themselves to the ocean. Because of this clans long standing love for the seas they spend much of their lives in the water, living as one with the waves and befriending all manner of creatures that reside in its depths.