Elves

At the dawn of time, Elves fell like a rain of glimmering rubies, scattered across the land by the Red Wanderer of the Heavens. Their task was to cover the barren land in life, for the Wanderer wished to lay his eyes on beauty. Then they clothed themself in flesh and brought plants from the ground, and soon they could walk singing through the lush forests of Ravenland, to the joy of the Wanderer. The god Clay drew animals from the mud, fish and toads from the mires, and birds from the clouds, and the Great Craftsman gave the Elves the task of shepherding them. The dwarves aided them by preparing the ground for Elven art. Then the humans arrived. Their Raven God bought half the land for them and gave you the orcs in exchange, but humans were false and soon attacked the Elves, with demons in tow. Since the Elves were few in number, they sent the orcs into battle, but those craven creatures failed them.
Elven elders claim that everything will return to the way things were if they only wait, that humankind will die off and wither away just like time eats away at all the stoneless. But the younger among the Elves do not wait. Ravenland is their heritage. The despicable ones have stolen it and befouled it. They will cleanse it.