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.

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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!


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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.


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    Meryn


    Nine days. That's how long Meryn had been aboard this accursed contraption. Nine long, miserable days of sea storms and equipment mishaps and losing lunches in the worst possible way. Before the start of this voyage, Meryn hadn't even thought it possible to be able to vomit up stomach bile when she wasn't actually sick, but she'd been proven wrong. The rest of the crew didn't particularly care; their laughter was the most music she'd heard for a while, accompanied by blasts of thunder and the slap of angry waves against sturdy wood.

    Oh, how she hated boats!

    "Oi, Meryn. Git yer act t'gether an' climb up t' th' crows' nest."

    Meryn groaned, lifting her head faintly from the side of the boat where she'd decided to collapse only a few minutes before. Finally, after nine and a half days, the storms had decided to wane, and Meryn had never before in her life been more grateful for anything, or more tired. Despite her newly discovered hatred of precipitation, however, Meryn had still managed to find a bright side - she'd gotten her sea legs quickly and had demonstrated an aptitude for climbing the rigging, which meant that she got look-out duty more often than not.

    Well, it was her own fault for actually deciding to work for a change.

    "Fine, fine," she grumbled, pushing herself up from the wooden planks when the sailor who'd ordered her up to the nest showed no signs of leaving. She teetered unsteadily for a moment, but quickly got her balance and made her way over to the ropes that led up to the crows' nest. "This is the last time I ever work for a living," she muttered before swinging herself up into the ropes with a sigh.

    She swarmed up the mast nimbly, dexterous thief hands coming in handy as they found every knot in the rope and slender feet searching for the perfect footholds to support her meager weight. Getting up to the crows' nest wasn't difficult in the slightest. The difficult part came when she swung herself into the actual contraption and her feet landed on someone.

    Biting her lip so that she wouldn't yelp, Meryn jumped up onto the edge of the nest, holding onto it with her bare feet and hands, looking uncommonly like a large black monkey without a tail. "You do realize that this is probably the worst part of the ship to sleep at," she informed the sleeper tartly.
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    Dalim had chosen to sleep in the crows nest for a couple of reasons. It was high enough to be away from the noise of the crew bellow, it was high enough that the rolling waves only rocked him back and forth, and it was the only place on the ship where he could brace himself if the boat rocked and tried to throw him out again. The ocean didn't seem to like wolves, and Dalim was no different. He couldn't even plant his feet fermly enough to swing his hammer. It seemed to him that to show its displeasure it tried to throw him from the ship and it continually spit on him. So when, finally, the rain stopped he went to the one place he could sleep.The old saying, "let a sleeping dog lay" was talking about Dalim. As preterbed as he was with his sudden foot in his stomach the snappy comment following was the final straw.
    "No," Aimolt called up to the crows nest.
    Aimolt had witnessed the incident as he was walking back to his bunk. He had spent this morning, like every morning, in the very front room of the ship checking his gauges and insterments and keeping record of rainfall and the like. The space had been given to him by the captain after a generous "donation".
    Dalim called down, "Why not?"
    "You know why not," Aimolt called up, smiling at his friend.

    Dalim was increadibly unhappy with the small human that was now in the nest with him.
    "I'm not sure i can get down," Dalim admitted.
    He wasn't exactly good at climbing, wolves didn't climb. The man had the ability to climb the many ropes scaling the ship but was almost entirly unwilling to do so. he was momentarirly distracted from his downfall in that area by a shadow in the distance.
    "Do you see that?" he ask the woman who had previously tryed to pulp his chest with her feet and minute weight.
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