Faolin
The Western realm devours itself. The city states of men continue to grow unbounded. Their great industries spewing smoke into the air, their network of roads cutting ever deeper scars into the earth. In response, the elves have retreat deeper into themselves, into The Coldwood Shade, sheltering against the winds of the progress of men, waiting out the storm to some dark end. Not all of your kind take this stance though. There are small, nomadic conclaves of elves (The Nomadic Elf Conclaves) who live separated from their people, traveling the realm, resisting the rising tide of industry. It is as a member of one of these conclaves where you have found family, helping where you can and fighting where you must.