The scourge of Llovar is at hand, and The Great War threatens to destroy all that is good and all that are kind. High Lord Triamlavar in the Elven Capitol of Lotharia has heeded the old alliance of Elves and Men, and has sent his own sons into battle.

The Armies of the Lathari Elves are waging war against the forces of darkness. Under the sun and moon, in wood on plain, their arrows whisper and their swords sing. They are Alluria, the heart and the strength of the forest.