Within Every major city lies a massive Aether Stone called a Heartstone. This building sized depository of magic pulses with energy and sends it flowing through the city. This eldritch energy powered street lights, heating, and allowed for smaller stone charging. The quaking of prior events had caused a deep flaw to run through the center of the Elven Heartstone. The fear of running out of magic caused the citizens to charge more stones. This panicked drawing of energy caused the Heartstone to crack along its flaw. With a brittle snap heard through the city the Heartstone disgorged its contents, the unstable magic warped everything it touched. Most of the Elven race twisted and mutated into hundreds of monstrous forms, their souls the only thing more monstrous than their new bodies. These creatures tore across the aligned realms leaving swathes of destruction in their wake. Eventually this horde was stopped by an alliance of Dwarves, Men, and the remaining pure Elves. Broken into tribes and scattered across the lands. In the aftermath, the tallied loss of life, and remaining Aether Stones was disheartening. What remained of the Elves wandered into the far wilderness to atone for their mystic gluttony never to be heard from again.