The cries in the headquarters of the High Elves (they do not recognize themselves as the new High Elves, that is only said by the other villagers, secretly) echo in their castle, which is small compared to the tower of the Caparoja, inside the whole society discusses the future actions.

The members of this guild of wealthy elves come from different backgrounds, most of them are wealthy due to the fortunes of years, others are merchants who know how to take advantage of their position and the favors of the Bloody Coin mages who accept any request in exchange for teaching them some attack runes, the rest are juniors, children of elves who worked in moderately well paid jobs, being carried away by the glamor of the high elves, they began to disown their childhood friends, Their ancestry omitted some less distinguished members to highlight only the most rancid of the elven society, on weekends they went out with masks, attacking on the streets those who considered them ugly, always carrying simple protective rings and some scrolls of fire or lightning of second or third hand, men and women who worked two or three shifts in their jobs to be able to wear clothes worthy of an elf, although the rest of the week they wore only linen rags.

Admission to the guild was not easy, you had to dress accordingly, pay the initiation fee of more than 10 pence of gold, attend at least one very expensive meeting where wine, perversion and petulance were common, you had to have at least a few rune scrolls, speak Elvish, have a sense of superiority and a lot of things that were blindly accepted in order to be recognized as belonging to the most powerful races on the entire continent.

In the main hall the hundred high elves are gathered, cups of exquisite wines are circulating from the hands of magical armors that work with the base field of the Caparoja and prevent a waste of the much needed scrolls, after admonishing and dismissing the apprentice who wasted the attack scroll, the leader addresses his people.

"Brothers, it is well known that we despised the wizards when they turned their backs on us, all the wizards of our race were exiled (none of them admitted or will admit that they left willingly), we elves ended up depending on magic scrolls to keep our power, today I saw a merchant who dared to use a dwarven invention to capture our voice, the greedy merchants keep some spells to attack us and on top of that they do it with our voices! (At this point, they all shouted angry slogans calling for the destruction of this entire community) Brothers, that is not the point! We have more magic in our cloaks than you will ever find in the nearby ruins, today I have gathered them for something else (from between the folds of his clothes he pulls out the parchment), this is an ancient magical map, I have been studying it for two months, It is not as powerful as the old ones, but it warns of a strong magical presence in one of our ancient alcazars (everyone looks at each other strangely, they are too young to know of its existence, he realized with some bitterness), one of our master sorcerers is back on the continent! We can hold him, we have the magic he no longer has, if we manage to capture him, human, elf or dwarf, we will use him to recharge our scrolls, the elven library will be the base of our new empire (everyone cheers, even as the elders shake their heads in disbelief at the possibility of capturing those who once had the power of the gods).

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I will organize an expedition to the Alcazar, all elves of level 6 or higher will be able to accompany me, those who have category 4 scrolls or rare attack items are welcome, from now on we will not be high elves, we are people who seek the blood of their ancestors, the power to rule in this new world... we are the blood elves! Nothing and no one will stand in our way! (the screams are deafening, wait a bit until it subsides) those who decide to go must buy equipment of the best quality, I remember there were slaves there, the fortress will not recognize us either, take healing potions, protection potions, we have two months to prepare, after conquering and subduing the wizard, the elves and their castle, we will be the ones from before we can eliminate the rabble! No more dependence on the filthy humans! We will be elves as it should be!"

The shouts of joy continue for several hours, the drinks, the slave dances and their subsequent tortures make everyone feel better, at the end of the night they gladly pay the 100 pence gold for attending, when finally the castle falls silent, the real guild leaders gather.

Two months had passed since they found the place, but they had not reported anything because they knew that there was magic there, there is a secret that only the 6 know and that is that the magician in question is human, is powerful and many will die before they have the power they all want, so the parties, so the cooperation, they made the most powerful armor, the weapons of the best metals, if only the six of them were left in the end it was ok, the power was not for everyone, the other bloodthirsty elves would pave the way to power, yes it would be a path of bodies and entrails, but the leaders would go through it several times to regain the power they possessed centuries ago and still remembered.