SUMMER

Angkar: Wet season. Precipitation is common during the late afternoon and evening hours. Vegetation grows significantly during the summer, but flooding is a danger due to the monsoons that ravage the country. The rainforest sees evenly distributed rainfall throughout the season.

Ashoka: Desert: Extremely hot and dry. Violent, heavy downpours following long dryspells. Jungle: Hot and humid with frequent, violent rainstorms.

Morrim: Relatively hot and dry, but with a chance of thunderstorms from time to time. The heat may cause forest fires.

Soto: Hot and humid, tree cover is dense while ground growth is restricted. Thunderstorms see the most amount of rainfall during the season, and it can be very windy. On occasion, there are flash floods that can destroy homes and farms built on flood plains.

ANNOUNCEMENTS

March 30th, 2018 As you might have noticed, Elenlond has changed hands and is now under new management! If you have any questions, please direct them to DaringRaven! As for the rest of the announcements, including a season change, you can find them over here at the following link!

January 16, 2018 As you might have noticed, Elenlond has a new skin, all thanks to Mel! Don't forget to check out the new OTMs as well!

December 2, 2017 Winter has settled on Elenlond, bringing sleep for some and new life for others.

September 26, 2017 With the belated arrival of autumn come some interesting developments: new OTMs, a Town Crier and the release of the Elly Awards winners!

July 14, 2017 After a bit of forum clean-up, Elly Awards season has arrived! Head on over to make your nominations!

May 31, 2017 Summer has arrived and so has activity check! That's not all though – we also have some new OTMs for you and some staff changes!


WHAT IS ELENLOND?

Elenlond is an original free-form medieval fantasy RPG set on the continent of Soare and the Scattered Isles, which are located to the south in the Sea of Diverging Waters. The four chief nations of the western side of the world—Ashoka in northern Soare, Soto in western Soare, Morrim in eastern Soare, and Angkar, the largest of the Scattered Isles—continue to experience growth and prosperity since the fall of the Mianorite gods, although power struggles within the countries—or outside of them—continue to ensue.


QUICK TIDBITS

  • We accept any member who wants to RP here;
  • We are an intermediate-level RPG;
  • We have been open since June 2004;
  • Elly's layouts work best in Chrome, Firefox, Safari, and Opera. It is not optimized for IE.

  • CURRENT EVENTS

    Angkar: To honour the reinvigoration of the ancient city of Mondrágon, the majestic Queen Eulalia has permitted the opening of a Coliseum where people from around the world and all walks of life can test their combat skills against one another. Many have already done battle in search of honour, glory, prizes and money.

    Ashoka: In an otherwise peaceful times, Ashokans are beset with the relatively minor inconveniences of wandering undead and occasionally-aggressive giant rock worms. There has also been some controversy over the recent re-legalisation of human sacrifice.

    Morrim: Rumour has it that Emperor Leofric de Hollemark is mustering forces for a war. Though the threat from Soto’s forests has passed, the forces previously employed in watching the forest now linger at the border. Rumours also circulate of a small group that has been dispatched to make contact with the tribes of the Do’suul Mountains.

    Soto: The Sotoans have defeated the fey and liberated themselves from Méadaigh’s oppression! Preliminary efforts have been made at rebuilding the city of Madrid, which had been captured at the beginning of the war. However, the Sotoans are hindered from recovery famine. Méadaigh’s magic caused summer to persist in the Erth’netora Forest through the winter. Her power has been withdrawn and the plants die as if preparing for winter – even though it is now summer. The Sotoans must sustain off what food they can get, what creatures they can kill and what can be imported into the city from Morrim and Angkar.

    For a fuller description of our most recent events, check out our most recent edition of The Town Crier!

    daringraven
    Administrator
    Qayin Graves
    SHADOW
    Supporting Admin.

    Kestrel Sumner (Shadow)
    Kindle Blackheath
    Orion de Lacey
    Sinadryn Arsydian
    Welcome to our home, a world in which anything can happen. From sprawling deserts and vast forests to massive volcanoes and luscious hot springs, Soare and the Scattered Isles are beautiful places just waiting to be explored. For the brave and the bold or the cautious and the wary, creatures of all kinds roam the earth, looking for adventure or for a place to call their own. Species of all kinds - the well-known and the unknown - thrive here, though not always in harmony.

    Elenlond is an original medieval fantasy RPG with a world that's as broad as it is unique. Calling on characters of all kinds, the sky's the limit in a world where boundaries are blurred and the imagination runs rampant. Restrictions are limited and members are encouraged to embrace their creativity, to see where they can go and what they can do. It's no longer just text on a page - it becomes real.

    Enter Our World

    Username:   Password:
    Atescu and Achilles; The Odd Couple
    Topic Started: Aug 19 2005, 03:42 PM (472 Views)
    Eragol
    Member Avatar
    Keeper of the Eternal Flame/Baron of Kinaldi/Fire God

    Atescu:

    Name: Atescu du Nordfals, Son of High Warlord Desh
    Race: Human
    Age: 17
    Height: 6'
    Weight: 170 lbs
    Skin Tone: Cherokee
    Hair: Short, straight, black
    Eyes: Black
    Clothes: Brown hide breeches, muk-luk style boots, a light colored vest, yellowing bandages wrappeed around his hands and forearms
    Weapons: A single sword strapped across his back made from a mysterious alloy.
    Armor: None
    Distinctive Marks: Several scars on his chest
    Magic: None
    Companions: Achilles (black cat)
    History: According to several sources, our world is merely one that might hold life. According to some others, we are a part of a multiverse, a group of -verses (or "planes", to some) that are loosely connected. On this plane, for instance, there are the worlds of Mianor, Elenlond, and several others. One such "other" is the land of Ku'tsaya, wrapped in almost a perpetual snow.

    Ku'tsaya is not very distant from its sun - it is about as far from its sun as Elenlond from hers - but Ku'tsaya's sun is waning. And as it dies, immortals who had once cherished it have left. Many years have passed since this happened. Ku'tsaya grows dimmer by the day, slowly freezing over. And it is from this world that Atescu came.

    In the far north, where barbarian clans roam the hillsides of Nordfals, clattering over the ruins of Ostugel, a warlord sat, watching as his daughter watched the dying embers of their home's fire. His wife screamed in the other room not from torture - or rather, not from the torture that the warlord had inflicted upon his enemies. No, she had been through this before, and was cursing his name. "Diyut damn you to the hottest pits of hell for this, Desh! I swear before Kotai's almighty sword, if you ram that thing up me one more time I'll crush you into a tin cinderblock, you buffoon!" She had been going at this for an hour, and Desh was growing more and more nervous.

    Suddenly, the shouting stopped. A woman came out of the room. "It's a boy," she said, an accent of Ostugel still remaining on her lips. "She's named him Atescu." Desh paused, half smiling. "Oh, and she is fine." The smile sprouted into a full grin as he rushed into the room.

    "Atescu, hm? One of your southern names, I'll wager." She looked at him and, despite the pain she had gone through, smiled.

    "Yes, 'Star of Grace.' Or, as you put it so nicely, Atescu." Desh paused and blinked. "It's an honorable name with a grand history behind it." He swelled with pride as she began to list the numerous great people who had that name.

    Seven years later, Atescu was growing quickly. His father was teaching him in the ways of the sword and the fist. The snow had fallen thick upon the ground that night, and hee had been playing in it until it was time for his father's lesson. But when his father called him inside, there was an emotion Atescu had never heard in it before. Usually, his father's voice was filled with mirth or frustration. This almost sounded like sadness. "Atescu, come here, my son," he said, his voice beginning to tremble.

    Atescu obediently followed the voice's instruction. "What is it, Father?" he asked. Desh grabbed his son in a crushing hug, and Atescu could feel teardrops falling on his shoulder. What's going on? he thought.

    "Atescu, my son, your mother... She... she..." His father didn't need to say anything more. He had understood - he knew that his mother had succumbed to that dreadful illness that had taken away his baby brother, Shain, months before. The two men, as well as Atescu's sisters, cried deep into the night.

    Six years passed, years in which Desh grew harder, colder, more distant, even as the ground grew more unyeilding. Emmelis had left home to seek her fortune in the south, leaving Atescu as the oldest male. When he was walking home, he saw a strange sight - there, in the snowy alleyway, lay a small cat, black-furred and mewling piteously. Taking pity on it, Atescu picked it up and brought it home. The new addition cheered up his father, who had always been fascinated by small things. Desh was almost like his old self - except for frequent depressive bouts where he thought continuously of Adlena, Atescu's mother.

    Two years later, Desh was on his deathbed. He had called Atescu to his side. "Atescu," he said, "forgive me. I have made your life a livid, boiling hell. I wish it had been otherwise."

    "Father," said Atescu, holding his hand, "don't say that. You were upset about Mother's disappearance." Desh nodded.

    "But that was no reason to take it out on you, Son. And now, I am lying here. I am dying, and with me dies Nordfals. No others have been able to fight off the barbarians - not even you, my son. Take you you Grandfather's sword and head elsewhere. Nordfals dies with me. I have even sent Luri and Liru away; you are the last remaining heir of Nordfals still in Nordfals." His hands clenched a pendant around his neck. Squeezing it, he muttered a few words that Atescu couldn't quite hear. Quickly, a portal sprang open. "Take Achilles with you - you will need him, for he is no ordinary cat. He is the King of the felines." Desh chuckled. "This pendant was given to me by a wizard named... named... Well, by a powerful wizard a few years ago. Within its depths lay a spell that could take one to a certain location. I know only what this location is called - Ellen's Land or something similar - but you must go there. Otherwise, you will be here or with a sibling, which I cannot allow. The Heirs of Nordfals must never meet again; so said the ancient Prophet Ku'teyo." He paused.

    Atescu realized that this was his final goodbye. "Achilles," he said, and the cat leapt from Desh's bed to Atescu's shoulders. "Father, may your journeys lead to enlightenment, may your ventures always prosper, and may you ultimately find who you were meant to find." Desh grinned.

    "The same to you, my son. Adlena would have been proud." As Atescu stepped through the portal, the old man lay his head down upon the pillow. "Tonight, my dreams of seeing you again come true. Adlena, I come to you." The portal snapped shut behind Atescu as the old man passed into the arms of a kind and gentle sleep.

    Personality: Atescu is kind, generous, and above all friendly. He is a patient, understanding man who is very naïve at times. Atescu enjoys drinking wine and having fun, as well as swordfighting and fighting with his body. He does not enjoy obsession, nor does he enjoy the company of sadists and drunks. He inherited his mother's caring for life, and his father's deep-seated enjoyment of small things.

    Achilles:
    Name: Achilles du Nordfals, Cat
    Race: Feline (common housecat)
    Age: Four
    Fur: Black as a clear midnight sky
    Eyes: Bright, deep gold
    History: Found by Atescu in the back-alleys of a street in Nordheim, a small city in Nordfals. Because of living in Desh's house, he grew a taste for wine and fish (a taste which has led him to believe he is Feline Aristocracy.) His first encounter with a bird was a sparrow; while he did catch and eat it, he infinitely preferred fish. He has never encountered a non-rabbit rodent, and is generally disdainful of them as well. He sees cats who eat them as being "unworthy" and "rabble." Achilles believes himself to be illegitimate, but nobody is sure.
    Personality: Achilles carries himself with the very grace of a King - when unagitated. When he is nervous or frightened, he becomes paranoid. He always carries himself with some kind of extra grace, even when running, so that he never truly looks scared - he's just running in the opposite direction for the hell of it. He believes Atescu to be somewhat naïve, as well as a bit too patient and very much too willing to make conversation with people when Achilles is frightened. He is proud of being "illegitimate", and believes he should have a coat of arms (complete, of course, with bend sinister!)
    (OFFLINE) PROFILE QUOTE GO TO TOP
     
    1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)
    ZetaBoards - Free Forum Hosting
    Join the millions that use us for their forum communities. Create your own forum today.
    Learn More · Sign-up for Free
    « Previous Topic · Profiles · Next Topic »

    affiliates


    Join us on Facebook!
    Join/follow our deviantArt group!

    Vote for Us and Check Out Our Listings!
    RPGfix Total Drama Website - The Best Role-Play Sites Top RPG Sites Top RP Sites
    RPG-D Seductive Directory
    Nerd Listings

    Affiliates
    'Souls RPG Warden's Vigil: A Dragon Age Roleplaying Community Black & White
    Tales of Illyria Tir Dearthair The Games

    Beyond the Fall
    Edolon

    Word Counter provided by Fission

    Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]