The clan of sky elves. These elves live atop the peaks The Ever Cliffs in massive ancient fortresses, built by the giants who used to inhabit the mountains. Fitting to their name the Sorahito spend much or their time in the skies, riding the descendants of rocs tamed by the giants, this has lead to the Sorahito developing a tolerance to the intense cold and thin air of extreme heights. As part of a coming of age ritual these elves each have to tame a roc, that they will then spend much of their life with. This is due in part to the lifespan of the rocs, who can life upwards of 500 years, making them near lifelong companions for the Sorahito.

Already fleeing from the scattered corpses of humans and elves alike the militia would have been quickly flanked by the charging cavalry if not for the warriors of the Sorahito, flying down from their station high on the peaks they landed in The Field of Frozen Roses, inevitably resulting in some of the warriors and their rocs being added to the carnage. Hundreds of elves piled onto the massive avians and took to the skies in retreat as flaming balls and lighting were shot at them from the ground. They flew for hours to the ancient fortress city Belvenia to recuperate and devise their next move with the elders after this harrowing defeat.

After two long days of drawn out debates between the elders they came to a decision. They would station themselves here in the city and fight from the skies and walls. It would take about a week for the invaders to reach the fortress through the pass, all the while the Sorahito were performing aerial assaults on the army to dwindle their numbers, slow their march, and lead them to Belvenia. By the time the King Charles' forces had reached Belvenia they had lost about a third of their men and their food supplies had been greatly diminished.

Despite having lost so many men they still had more than double as many available fighters as the elves. Before King Charles launched an attack on the city he had his men prepare a weapon they had been keeping secret until now. A weapon that causes the very forest the elves hold so dear to wither and decay, only to rise back up and fight against them. The Decay.

After a few days of gathering information, supplies and getting to know the terrain surrounding Scheirenstein, Egret decided that he would slip out of town with the miners that were heading up to the dragon's nest to collect quicklime. Sure in his plan he went to sleep early that night so that he could be up before the miners set out. Everything was going great, he woke up on time, he was able to sneak into one of the miners wagons roughly an hour before dawn, and he made it out of town totally undetected. Having made it well into the forest Egret figured it would not be long before he should sneak out of the wagon, deciding he would wait until the miners stopped for a break to hop out and make a run for it.

Just half an hour later the miners came to a sudden halt on the trail, and all of the miners fell silent, having prepared for this chance Egret burst out of the back of the wagon, Egret hesitated momentarily being blinded by the sun that shone in his eyes. He had a fleeting thought that it was odd none of the miners had looked in his direction even though he was quite a bit louder in his escape than he had intended. The thought left his mind as his feet hit the ground with a start, quickly looking around he noticed that all the miners seemed to be looking in the same direction, before darting into the forest. After crashing through about a hundred feet of dense trees he looked back and saw what had all of the miners transfixed.