Copperaes
The Elven folk huddled to the shelter of the town, forewarned by prophecy that war will come. As they worked to build the city they sang songs of their forsaken glens, and of silver nights beneath the open sky, and it is said that if you listen close you can hear the stones and timbers murmur the memories of their refrains. Above the streets, the sun catches the stones of the towers, which glint an unnatural hue, as if burnished in copper, while shadows glide across the roofs in defiance of the light - the ghosts of magics yet unwrought. Around the market square, carved into living wood, runs the inscription "We know not if this be the Death of an Age or the Dawn of an Age. Set your hand to your task, and pray that this be the Dawn."
I AM VALAR
