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!

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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.


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    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.

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    The drink, whatever the hell it contained, tasted like piss. Flaming piss.

    Eyes watering, Ennius set the roughly made cup down onto the scarred table and promptly bent to side to see if he might cough up the very taste of it. The unholy burn persisted, and, unfortunately, the taste remained. Several moments passed before he felt fit to creak upright and fix the entirely-too-innocent boy who'd served it to him with a watery glare. He looked on the verge of laughter, but he sobered up impressively when Ennius sighed," I'll just have more water."

    The boy set about his business quickly, cleaning the remains of Ennius's breakfast from the low table and whisking the foul drink off in the process. Ennius was almost certain he heard laughter as the young man disappeared from view, but he managed to contain his reaction to a faint twitch about the eyebrows. Doubtless he was the best entertainment some of these people had had in months for he somehow doubted there were often travelers who passed through this... Was it even a village? It seemed little more than a collection of shabby buildings, but it had been the only place to stop to tend to his mare before she'd become well and truly lame.

    Splaying hands crisscrossed with silvery scars against the table, Ennius heaved himself upright to stretch cursorily before leaning down to snatch up his things and sling the saddlebags over his shoulder. Whether or not a guide responded today, there were things he'd need in them to see to the horse if the faint heat and swelling hadn't gone down overnight. The leather creaked over his shoulder as he stepped outside, squinting against the sudden light and ducking his head to avoid it until his eyes had adjusted. A few of the dark-eyed locals had laughingly assured him that a bit of dark paint about the eyes would help somewhat; sensing another joke at his expense, Ennius had politely declined and kept his coin to himself. Now he wondered if it might not have been worth a try.

    It was a short trek to the shady area he'd tied the mare up in, trusting to her ill temper to keep his belongings safe. They sat, dusty and relatively undisturbed, at her feet near the base of the stunted tree and the scuff marks her hooves had left in the dry earth attested to the fact that she'd lashed out at some point in the night. His saddle had been scuffed and appeared a little worse for the wear, but the dust and scratches appeared to be the sort that would buff out easily enough. The mare proved more difficult to inspect, but he evaded her surly attempts at maiming him with the relative ease of long practice and found, much to his relief, that her leg seemed perfectly sound. One last application of the mint-based salve left his skin tingling and comfortably cool and, assured of his horse's health, he retreated out of her range to ensure his own and went back to the hut he'd stayed in overnight to fetch the rest of his things.

    Someone would have to arrive soon and he might as well do a quick inspection of the rest of his gear to keep himself busy while he waited, and he might as well stay inside where it was relatively cool while he did it; perhaps that would keep the beginnings of the headache pounding behind one eye at bay. The locals knew where he was staying and he'd been free enough with his coin that they'd direct anyone looking for him in his direction.
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    Yišoġowt’in më p’oragrowaç hogow ew mort’i mēǰ.

    Zygus could not believe he was stooping this low for just a bit more money.
    But it turned out villages, however kindly they treated two wandering Ophites, had very few demands involving weapons or magic, and so he was reduced to this.
    He'd heard there was a traveller looking for a guide a few villages over, and after spending some time staring at the pitifully underweight coin purse he and his sister shared, he decided he might as well. It was an offense to his pride, but they still needed more supplies if they were to get to somewhere with more opportunities.
    And so he'd gone, trudging all night through the scrublands to arrive at the edge of this small huddle of buildings- not even a village, he decided, more a shabby grouping of huts in the middle of nowhere. For a while, he had wondered if the directions he had been given were wrong, because when he'd been travelling to the "village", all he'd seen was a black blob, wavering with the heat, more a mirage than any physical thing.
    But, here he was, beginning to tire and in a bad temper from the whole situation. Dust coated his scales, turning them from white to pale ochre, and flies had begun to suck at his eyes and nostrils hungrily. Even the pack he carried on his back bothered him- it felt strange, an extra weight that made him feel off balance. At least the inhabitants of this place hardly gave him a second glance- obviously so many strange people passed through here that nothing could faze them any more. Anybody who wanted to travel into these inhospitable lands must be unusual. And people who came out...perhaps more so.
    He paused a moment before entering the boundaries of the "village", shaking his head to rid himself of the flies and squinting through the sun in an attempt to spot the traveller he was to help. His eyes caught on the wavering shape of a man readying his horse, both hardly more than amorphous blobs of shivering colour in the heat. Zygus shook the flies out of his face again, clenched his spear tighter and strode forward to the man.
    He stood in front of him, not offering any greeting; he wasn't one for social niceties. Instead he simply said, "You must be Ennius." That much must be clear- he wasn't dried and withered like the people here and from what little Zygus knew of such things, he didn't even appear fully human. Instead, he had a bit of...something else to him, though he didn't know what. This, for some reason, calmed him a little. That and the fact that he had a scar drawn across his face; it made Zygus think of his own- the claw marks that ran across his chest, pink against pearly scales, still a bit sore sometimes. Felt like an affinity. A strange thing to base his trust upon, but then again few things made sense to him any more- this world was not his and reasoning didn't really work here. Instinct was his main guide now.
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    ((I was feeling a little scatter-brained when I wrote this because things were all noisy around me, sorry if it shows.))


    Ennius paused in the middle of taking a long stride forward at the sight of the tall, dust-streaked creature, mouth thinning in a faint, surprised frown that faded almost as soon as it had begun. He'd found the expression often unnerved those unused to him and it was more habit than anything that forced him to mute his expression. The leather of the saddlebags creaked as he bent, hoisting it up in an absent motion to resettle the weight across his shoulder.

    It was the scars that caught his attention first, and not simply because he was almost eye-level with the stranger's chest. His fingers itched to run along the line marring his own face, but he resisted the urge and hauled his gaze back up to the lizard-man's face, squinting against the light. It was a long look, seeing as how he appeared to be very nearly a foot shorter than the other, and great deal slimmer as well. With that spear in his hand, Ennius didn't doubt he'd be at a disadvantage even on horseback; the no-nonsense brown mare he'd bought for the trip was vicious, but she was no cavalry mount. Still, Ennius doubted that he intended any harm, he would, after all, already have been dead and so he didn't find their difference in height and strength particularly alarming.

    "Yes, I'm Ennius. Are you here about the position as my guide?" he answered in rather clipped tones; he'd found the heat not at all to his tastes and the point of pain behind his eye was hardly sweetening his temper. Besides, it was rather comforting to be able to let go of all the social niceties he'd painstakingly acquainted himself with in Soto, and he doubted that after a greeting like that his visitor would care.

    "You must be or you'd hardly know my name, would you?" he sighed, ignoring the trickle of sweat running down the dip of his spine in favor of raking silver-streaked hair back from his face. "Come, we'll talk about this inside. You look like you've traveled a good distance yourself," he added after a moment, stepping to the side to brush by and continue on his earlier path for the ramshackle hut he'd taken up in. With any luck the boy would have brought more water and he could begin to discuss the business of his travels.

    "Since you didn't introduce yourself, what am I to call you?" he called back absently over his shoulder as he paused before the not-too-distant doorway of the hovel to bend and pick up the misshapen clay pitcher sitting at the base of the frame. A thin film of dust covered the surface of the water inside it, probably from the faint, pitiful stirrings of the listless breeze, but Ennius doubted that would deter him. He'd drank worse. The pitcher settled onto the table with a solid thunk as he set it there in passing next to the shallow clay cup in a silent invitation while he set about dropping the bags onto the low bed situated in the corner. They landed on the lumpy mattress with the muffled jingle of coins as he turned about to sink down on the edge of the bed; it was the only place to sit in the room, as the table itself was a low-slung affair not well suited for anything more than the badly worn cushions scattered about its base.
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    Yišoġowt’in më p’oragrowaç hogow ew mort’i mēǰ.

    (Nah your post is great. :P I've been scatter-brained too in any case, to the point where I keep forgetting to eat. So we're even. :D)

    It always amused Zygus when humans had to look up at him. He had been something below average in height back home- even Fytha was taller than him. He had grown up looking at others more often than not, and now it was quite the opposite. He couldn't help something of a smile, which turned out to be a bit of a grimace.
    "Yes," was his monosyllabic reply to Ennius' question, feeling that the answer needed no further explanation. He silently followed the man into the hut, bending deeply to get through the door. He had to stoop heavily to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling- wouldn't be good to do that, he was afraid of breaking the roof.
    Well, this wasn't ideal. He wound up up crouching by the table, his tail wrapped around his feet. He placed his spear on the ground and rested his elbows on his knees. He watched Ennius come in the water but didn't take it immediately- he was somewhat afraid to. He had trouble drinking from cups the way humans did, as Ophites used wide bowls instead. Much better to ignore it for now. He'd make a fool of himself.
    "Zygus," he said in response to the man's question, and then after a pause, "Where exactly did you need to get?"
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