"A million years of elven life
Will never rise with sun or moon,
Will never grant both bane and boon,
For lost they are in endless strife." So says the "Dirge for Meilin's Heirs," the last poem written by night elf creativity before the War at Dusk consumed all art in the furnace of conflict. Decades of fighting between elven peoples have destroyed any hope for peace until a weapon of tremendous power reaches the field of...