Here we have another Elves of Teriss assortment, with a guest appearance by the dark-skinned lovely on the left. A Plains Dwarf, her people are nomadic and wild, preferring minimal attire and even less decoration, with a preference for simple earth-toned clothing made for function over form, and only when they absolutely have to be clothed at all. She's here as a height reference, at roughly four feet in height.

Next to her is one of the rare, nearly extinct Jutland or Southland Elves. Jutland Elves hail from the far southern Rainforests, even further south than the Terissian Trolls normally dwell. They were a hearty and strong people, tall for Elves, and deeply in touch with the wilds. They believed in justice and order, and as such tended to produce numerous bounty hunters and justicars. They would send out bands of said warriors to hunt criminals for those who could not do so themselves, and these small bands of roaming heroes are all that remains of their race. The Jutland Elves were made all but extinct during a war between the Orcs of the Plains and themselves, which ended in a mutual destruction of most of their population.

Next to the Jutland lady is a High Elf of Avones, the flying city of mages and light. Pale, beautiful and aloof, the average High Elf is considered somewhat rude or even cold to outside races. They hold themselves in unusually high esteem, feeling that they are above the baser behaviors and activities of many other races. Even other Elves are normally considered "beneath" the wealthy and powerful High Elves, who use their timeless beauty, magical skill and considerable wealth to maintain a position of irrefutable power in the Avones council.

And on the far right of the assortment we have the mysterious and alien Light Elves. Believed to be the progenitors of all Elven races, starting with the High Elves themselves, the genderless and emotionless Light Elves are beings of pure magic. They reproduce by constructing new bodies of carved marble, infusing them with magical energy and letting a mind form of its own within the cold, lifeless shell. The end result is a rare race of Elven giants, incredibly resistant to harm and utterly immortal. Their numbers are few, less than two hundred in all, and they exist in a state that can best be described as constant balance. Only rarely does one perish, and when it does they seek to immediately make a replacement. Sometimes there are anomalous creations, those made with emotions and a wandering spirit. The Light Elves treat these as failures, and usually disregard their existence as little more than an error in their work. Normally these anomalies live among the High Elves, or simply make their own way in the world.

Art by  LustBubbles, Teriss concepts are mine. Anatomical/Nude version coming next.