Editing High Elf Army List (section)

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* '''Archers:''' All elves of Ulthuan from butlers and maids to farmers and musicians all the way through the highest of the high high society high elves (who are sometimes high) serve in the military in some capacity, and draft cards drop on a dime when Finubar gets the chills. If they're terrible and can't afford to buy enough magic shit to pretend to be a Noble , they usually end up as a nameless faceless bowelf. While in the service of the Ulthuan army, all previous allegiances (like from said butler to the gentlemen who's manor he serves in) are expected to be left at home. They still cloth themselves in the colors of the kingdom they hail from, or the post they're assigned to, or the commander they serve under, but white is the standard color of all High Elves and usually on the uniform somewhere (with blue, red, or both to accompany it). The best archers are put into elite archer divisions and given light armor to wear (as opposed to just their uniform/red shirt), otherwise once they've seen enough action from afar or been trained enough that they can be trusted to be a bit more disciplined in the face of death, they graduate to be Spearmen.

* '''Spearmen:''' Mostly archers who have earned the right to be armed with full armor and weapons, or guys with really shitty aim who have finished their time fetching the REAL archers water and more arrows. While you're looking at the acceptably competent chumps of the High Elves here, each of these fuckers has spent several hundred years (about 1-5 years or so in mon'keigh years) in mandatory military service Israeli-style. The fruitiest among them can still out tactic, out nerve, and out discipline any other army's middle to high grade troops (fluffwise). 

* '''Lothern Seaguard:''' Final tier of the red shirt elves, these guys (fluffwise only) are masters with bows, spears, and shields (compared to the ALMOST mastery the spearelves and bowelves have apparently). They hit the beach USMC style, and pave the way for all other elf forces on the attack. While the minis are called "Lothern Seaguard", any coastal force would have a Seaguard equivalent (although not in the numbers Lothern and Cothique do). Elfmarines are also the best disciplined troops among the elves (but since everyone is Ld 8 anyway, mon'keigh like you don't notice a difference). Since elfmarines are expected to get up and close into the action, they don't bother with longbows and instead rely on the idea that anything outside arms distance deserves more arrows in it, and anything too far to shoot is the spearelf's problem. "From the halls of Thorgrim Grudgbearer, to the shores of Lustria..."

* '''Silver Helms:''' Welp, the nobility needed a purging anyway. These fuckers are rich enough to own well bred horses and full armor, and when the call of war came simply organized the boy's club hunt this year to, instead of for foxes and magical flying lions and the other standard Ulthuan game, to be for whatever race is currently the enemy. Silver Helms are about as proud as a High Elf can be without being a dick to other High Elves as well. Most of the common folk look at them as the best of the best that the high Elf race can offer, most of the popular elven fictional stories and poems depict Silver Helms as the heroes who slay Daemons and rescue princesses. Most of all that you need to know is that these guys make the Bretonnian knights look humble. The High Elf race is the center of their worship instead of a "mysterious magical woman with mysterious magical fluid from a mysterious magical cup" (*ahem* Wood Elf drug dealers *cough*), and they actually believe they've already won in any given conflict they're involved in. Any kill made on the battlefield that isn't a Silver Helm kill will end up with these fuckers complaining about kill stealing at the end.

* '''Ellyrian Reavers:''' While Silver Helms are the preppies of the cavalry, the Ellyrian Reavers are the Boyscouts. Elves are notorious for being bros with horses, and Ellyrians more so than anyone. These bastards just LOOK at a horse and know it's "inner name" and whatever it's feeling and shit like being born in Ellyrion makes you a horse-whisperer. These guys spent more time outside than inside as children in dangerous forests, their houses and apartments and manors are designed to let more of the outside in that keep it out and as a result Reaver Knights make Eagle Scout Boyscouts look like germophobic city slickers. They can live off the land wherever you put them, and with absolute fearlessness go on hit and run attacks that can wipe out entire armies before they even taste melee (once again, fluff only. But if you field Reavers, imagine that the army your opponent puts on the table is a quarter of what he started with when the Reavers met him and you're just dealing the finishing blow now). Unlike most troop types where the musician and standard bearer are better trained or veterans, Ellyrian Reavers derive that status purely as a matter of "who got the most kills last battle?" and the champion is the one who is personally favored by the elf god Kurnous currently.