The elves of Edrilia are born of the fey realm, near-immortal guardians of the wilderness whose lifespans stretch into tens of thousands of years. Their long view of time shapes their every choice, often making them seem aloof or dismissive of shorter-lived peoples. Where humans see urgency, elves see passing seasons.
Elves live in harmony with their environment, not only by philosophy but by necessity. Their bodies slowly transform over the centuries, taking on colors and features that mirror the land they dwell in, bark-like skin in ancient forests, sea-green hues by coastal waters, or pale translucence underground. This gradual fusing of body, spirit, and place reinforces their belief in sustaining the land rather than bending it to their will.
Though insular and protective of their traditions, elves form bonds that can last millennia. Earning their trust is slow, but such alliances endure across generations. Yet those who dwell too long among short-lived races often grow grim, burdened by the endless cycle of watching friends wither and die while they remain unchanged.