Beneath the moon’s glow, Wood Elves Wild Riders thunder through the forest, their steeds as swift as the wind. With banners streaming and hooves pounding, they embody the untamed spirit of the hunt. Adorned in armor adorned with the forest’s sigils, they are the living embodiment of Loren’s fury. With eyes ablaze with the fire of the chase, they ride as one with the woodland realm, their every motion a dance of primal instinct. In their charge, the earth trembles with anticipation, for they are the hunters of the night, bound by blood and kinship to the eternal cycle of the hunt.