A once elegant and brilliantly designed city of the elves, great architects and craftsman filled the elven city with life and excellence, but not long after the war it all changed.

Grimdrasil used to the capitol of the elves on Disparate, used to, because the entire population of the city has disappeared without a trace as a thick smog and forest has over taken a majority of the forest and it's surrounding. Vicious things lurk in the massive woods.

Anyone who's dared go in has yet to come out.

Whatever is in there, it does not take kindly to strangers.

Deep in the woods of Disparate is a clan of Feral Gnomes. They behave like animals and tend to show and execute cannibalistic behavior towards fellow humanoids. They'll eat anything. But oddly enough, the one thing they will not eat is spiders and each other.

They act sophisticated within their own society and worship some odd Gnome with an oversized war hammer on the back of a Giant WolfSpider.

They never go more than 200 yards away from their home, so the people within the capitol are usually safe

Doom is the day those Gnomes expand their borders.

An Ancient King of Phaedra who was driven mad by an insatiable greed for wealth after an expedition to slay an Ancient Dragon and capture its hoard. Not long after the expeditions success the once kind and generous king became cruel and consumed with avarice. He rose the taxes upon the land, plunging even the wealthy to the brink of poverty, crippling his kingdom in a matter of years, opening it up to invasion. While his villages burned, his castles crumbled and his people were slaughtered, he did nothing, for he could not bare to part with any amount of his vast wealth. But eventually the wars grew to close to his castle, hidden away in the lair of the dragon he slew, and to keep his hoard he resorted to using ancient ritual known as the Ceremony of Endless Night.

In the dead of night, Sudim snuck into the chamber of his only daughter and heir, and with the full moon above he drove his dagger through her temple, killing her instantly while he drank a deadly potion, breaking his soul free from his body so that it may escape into the now vacant skull of his daughter, and revive his body with an ethereal tether connecting it to his new phylactery carved from the skull of his child. However as his new body began to decay he envied the unchanging nature of his gold, and so he began to replace the bones of his new body with just that.

Once his bones were gold he began forging muscles, tendons, ligaments, everything he would need to create the perfect body for himself, even crafting a brain, despite it serving no purpose for him. Finally once he finished his body he began to ordain it with jewels and inferior metals. As the centuries went by he grew restless in his hoard, finding it increasing to small, and so he departed his perfect body in favor of a disposable one, and left his hoard for the first time in hundred of years. Though he was gone for only a few years when he returned with his pilfered riches he found thieves had snuck into his treasury and stolen from his hoard. In a fit of rage at this theft he cursed his hoard so that any who stole from him again should face the punishment of become a piece of his hoard, an eternal golden servant, who will serve at his every command.