Cierto
The Cierto have lived in the area of Solidar Minor for millennia, before even the first humans; they once had a magnificent kingdom in the northeast, but that has since been abandoned and hence occupied now by the Weh’Lan. They are in tune with life and nature above all else. They are fair complexioned, and their hair and eyes are typically blonde, brown, green, gold, or red, but is known to change with the seasons like the foliage of trees; Cierto that spend enough time in the frosty mountain areas even have white hair and blue eyes. When humans first came to Solidar Minor, the Cierto took little notice, and with the exception of a few significant wars, still regard the affairs of man to be a passing thing. They love physical activity, music, art, other expressions of passion, and freedom. Cierto are said to hear the whispers of plants, and prefer the company of animals to other demihumans. There are a few Cierto settlements with more civilized ways, but most Cierto Elf camps tend to be migratory, except in instances where they feel a major threat to the natural order of the area. In these places they build vast strongholds to fight back any encroaching negative influence upon the Realm. Every natural landmark has at least one Cierto guardian nearby, whether forest, jungle, mountain, river, or plain. Cierto primarily worship Ketephys, Cernunnos, and [art/fertility goddess]
Weh’Lan
The Weh’Lan came from across the Great Eastern Ocean to Solidar Minor 476 years ago and changed everything. They were a cursed sickly lot of gangly chalk-white skinned black haired elves who could not speak, played odd music, cast strange magic, and seemed to have little affinity for the natural world; they could not even breed. With written treaties and silent supplications, they begged the Cierto for asylum, writing that they had come from a land wrought with fiery havoc and destruction. What they did not immediately disclose was that they brought with them the very weapon that was the source of all the discord, a weapon so terrible it poisoned their entire race on their long voyage.
The Crucible Wars followed, and those events rewrote the very landscape of Solidar Minor forever. The various races and kingdoms still scavenge the land for remnants of the mighty magics wrought during those times. Hundreds of years later, after mingling with human stock and reestablishing their society, the Weh’Lan are now a peaceful nation, more half-elf than elf, and preside as an independent kingdom to the north east. They are still pale skinned with darker hair, but since the addition of human stock to their bloodline, they are now graceful beauties and not the semi-monstrous ghouls they once were.
They even embraced the human religion of Sol, further embedding them in Proper northern politics and making them the most easily empathetic of the elf subraces. They are more active in Solidar Minor society than any of their elf cousins, and have spread from coast to the coasts as the most prolific. Most of the time, if you were to encounter an elf in Solidar Minor, it would be a Weh’Lan elf. Most humans and dwarves will recognize a friendly Weh’Lan as an ally sooner than their distant Cierto or Friogris cousins, who typically still regard non-elves with alienist trepidation. Spindlecyst is the capital city of the Weh’Lani Kingdom, at the end of the Song Road. There are many other Weh’Lani cities within their kingdom, but all are forbidden to outsiders without a Weh’Lan escort. They primarily worship Sol, Alseta, Desna, Korada, Yuelral, and [variant].
Friogris
Friogris populate Solidar Proper. Born from the sky, carved from the musical waves of eternity, and after becoming rhythmic life, were given the keys to all that is; the Friogris Elves tend to have a higher opinion of themselves over all other elves (and any other race).
They all have white, silver, blue, or purple hair, and eyes that scintillate all colors. They trace their ancestry to the movements of the first stars. They were placed on this realm to tend the lesser races (according to their religious texts), and they are second only to dragons in importance. Undeniably, the Friogris have had magnificent cities and strongholds in place long before the first humans, demihumans, or other creatures moved from hunter-gatherer to agriculture to anything resembling society or science.
The Despecho Citadel is an impregnable fortress on the south eastern edge of the Solidar Proper Empire, filled with the most prominent Friogris Elf families. Few Friogris Elves ever venture out in their centuries long lives. Some do though, and wander the lands collecting lore for the Grand Mentiroso. There are also 3 Friogris Families that are heavily entrenched in Solidar Proper politics, and their various vassals can be found almost anywhere north of Pitchfork Post (and sometimes wandering Solidar Minor) within any larger city. One of their many concerns, aside from keeping Solidar Proper running smoothly and avoiding war with Drakengard (and thus the mutually assured destruction of both those Human Empires and themselves), is removing the influence of the Weh’Lan elves from Solidar Minor politics, which they universally see as a growing problem.
They primarily worship Findeladlara, Desna, Cernunnos, Nethys, and Calistria.
Estragos
Elves banished centuries ago due to their general cruelty and desire to wield the Crucible against their enemies, the Estragos have retreated underground, cursed to burn from the light of the sun. Few facts are known about them: they have a vast network of cities far in the depths, war often with the other demihuman denizens there, sometimes raid the surface under cover of night for slaves, worship a demonic spider-goddess, and have a festering hatred for other elves and fey.
Raiva
In the southern reaches of the Savage Jungle dwell the elusive and feral Raiva elves. Thickly muscled, bronze skinned, red eyed, and golden or green haired, they bear little resemblance to their northern cousins. While the Friogris and Weh’Lan build vast citadels, and Cierto naturally sculpt trees and vegetation into domiciles, the Raiva build almost nothing. Their religion does not sync with the other elves either; they worship Djinn and even older primordial spirits, do not claim to have come from the skies, and feel no kinship with any northern races. Their languages share very few characteristics, and their magic is likewise inherently dissimilar; instead of harnessing the powers of light, life, sound, and celestial bodies, Raiva magic focuses on blood and fire. They are sworn enemies of the serpentfolk, and the two slay each other on sight.
