The year 781 marked the final end of elven rule in Toussaint – the closing of an era that had lasted over one and a half thousand years.
The elves abandoned their ivory cities and left for the mountains, taking with them all that they could and destroying everything else. Whatever they could not take and did not manage to demolish or burn, they cursed.
The last elven sovereign, Divethaf, hundreds of years old yet fair as a youth, was defeated. Weeping over the slain army of his forever-young brothers and sisters, he agreed to pay homage to Ludovic, the first human king of Toussaint (who, though young, was as shrunken and ugly as the night after Saovine).
Putting on no end of airs and graces, Ludovic boasted, "Look – the proud elf shall bow down before me and kiss my royal feet with humility!" To degrade Divethaf even further, Ludovic decided the homage should take place in the elf king's barely-abandoned palace. The throne on which Ludovic now boldly lounged bore still-smoldering marks from the fire set by the elves, who had sought to burn the whole place down as they left.
So the proud elven king bowed down before the human king and offered him a sacrifice of bread and wine, as well as his sword and shield.
Spewing out merciless mockery all the while, Ludovic received this homage, then immediately ordered his guards drag Divethaf beyond the palace gates and throw him down the stairs as if he were a beggar.
Witnesses claimed the proud elf remained calm throughout the whole event, but when left alone, Divethaf wiped the blood off his face and vowed cruel revenge on the king – revenge that would come from stone as cold as the king's heart.
Yet these ominous words bore no fruit, for in the year 782, before the homage was renewed, Divethaf drew his last breath alongside his remaining soldiers when the Toussaintois decided to celebrate the anniversary of the surrender of the elven sovereign with a pogrom of non-humans on the slopes of Mount Gorgon. Few survived.