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.


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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 End of a Tributary; OPEN
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    The road from Reine to Madrid was not as smooth as Lilium had preferred. She had followed a tributary from the Falann river up the coast from the city, moving to her next destination, and stopped as she reached the end of where the water did not go any further. Here, the grass was much longer, and the atmosphere was a little more humid.

    The wet air around her made the inner lining on the shoulders of Lilium's shirt stick to her skin. It was a hot day, for sure, and the sun was beating down rays like never before. Lilium could not remember the last time a day got this hot in autumn. Perhaps, she thought. It's just me... Falladah seemed fine. I mean, it was not like he was doing anything beyond his usual self. Lilium unhitched his bridle from the cart, and the horse immediately pounced on the nearest patch of alfalfa, taking a huge mouthful with not a care in the world. Well... she smiled, walking towards the water and removing her gloves. He seems happy.

    Crouching down, Lilium scooped some water from the river and examined it closely for a few seconds before taking a drink. Then, scooping another handful, she splashed water on her face, and around her forehead. As it dripped and mixed with her sweat, she wiped at it with the back of her forearm. She turned back to the cart.

    The package of apples had to get to Madrid by tomorrow evening at the latest, otherwise they would cease to be fresh. No one wants not-fresh apples, and there was no way in Elly that Lilium would let their overall value drop. She smiled, though, as she turned to Falladah. She had been pushing him really hard the whole trip, and she had to partially blame herself. She bit off far too much than she could chew on this deal, and she thought, perhaps, maybe an hour or two would be a sufficient rest before hurrying off again.
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    The naiad had spent most of her day along the banks of the Falann river, first by spending much of the morning bathing in it, then by following its path through the Erth'netora forest, though she had seen quite a bit of its length before, both in the dreams of others and outside of them. Drawing herself out of the cool water—the naiad had just enjoyed a nap, embracing her mother's heritage by submersing herself in the water, rejuvenating her pallid flesh and her sharp mind—Nausicaa wrung her hair out as she walked up the steep bank. As expected, nobody had passed by this particular area of the river, the denseness of underbrush unappealing and the current of the river daunting. For a naiad, however, it was nothing out of the ordinary. As she wrapped her long skirt around her waist and took up her glaive, her hair fell naturally over her bare breasts. The weapon was being used as a walking stick today, her somewhat bipolar personality keeping her state of mind calm.

    A parting in the trees, after a short walk upstream, revealed a cart, a woman, and a young horse. Judging from the scene, they had stopped somewhere along their journey to who knew where—Madrid, Reine, Hohoemi, or perhaps somewhere in between or somewhere in Ashoka, if they planned to head north, or somewhere in Morrim, if it were east instead. Really, they could have come from anywhere at this point and it was difficult to tell where they were going and, indeed, what they were carrying. Having paused there for a brief moment, the naiad realized that if they hadn't noticed her at first, they had probably noticed her now. Moving so that she was better visible, Nausicaa leaned against her glaive and acknowledged them.

    "Afternoon, traveller. I hadn't expected to see anybody along this stretch of the Falann river." Nausicaa hadn't expected to run into anybody today, but that was beside the point. She knew that she was making small talk, but what other talk was there to make?
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    Perhaps it was merely the heat in the day, or maybe even the woods playing tricks on her travel-worn eyes, but Lilium could have sworn that she saw a half-naked woman emerge from downstream. Bringing her ungloved hands up to her eyes, she rubbed them with the little residue of water that was still on her skin. She looked up again. Yep, there was definitely a half-naked woman walking her way. Lilium looked quickly to Falladah, then back to the woman, then to the river, then back to the woman.

    Lilium did not know where this woman came from. Judging by her hair and... attire, the lady looked like she must have been escaping down the river and was forced to swim it. Then again, the glaive she carried brought with it a certain no-nonsense aura that warned the wise not to mess with such a woman. Lilium gulped, almost not knowing what to say. For sure, this woman was no ordinary human. No doubt about it. Lilium thought for just a split second. Demon, spirit, or even faerie, she could be one of those three.

    Lilium almost jumped when the woman actually spoke. It was almost like she did not expect her to be able to speak in a language that she would understand. Granted, Lilium had dealt with the magical folk before in her career, but to see one outside a main city left Lilium with a strange sense of foreboding. The woman spoke casually, though Lilium still made sure to keep her guard up.

    "Afternoon, milady," Lilium bowed politely. "I guess that makes two of us," Falladah gave an unexpected snort behind her, causing Lilium to jump a little in her skin. Stay calm, stay calm... Lilium tried to find some words to continue the safe, idle chatting. "W-What brings such a lady to this place?"
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    A smile played along Nausicaa's lips, her mischievous sapphire eyes dancing. The other was quite jumpy, she found, which made bell-like laughter issue from between her lips. She was relatively harmless unless she was feeling particularly devilish, but she would have been foolish to try to fight as she was, wearing only the thick cloth that she'd fashioned into a skirt around her waist. Her feet were bare but it was impossible for the other woman to know that, the skirt pooling against the ground.

    Nausicaa herself bowed a bit, her hair clinging to her body, keeping her torso obscured still, even after she'd straightened. Really, she didn't have a particularly threatening appearance (save the horns, which did, admittedly, frighten some people), especially not when she seemed so delicate and pale. She could fight if pushed to, but not nearly as well as the seasoned veterans of the world could.

    "You needn't be terrified—I won't do anything to you. I'm a naiad—a river spirit, if you would prefer—so there are times at which I must take an extended swim in order for me not to pass on to the next life. I was not born of the Falann river, however." Was it the horns that made her feel so timid? The glaive? The fact that the naiad was half-naked? She really couldn't think of anything else that would put the other woman on edge, unless she was always this timid. But judging by her cargo, she couldn't afford to be timid. At least, that was if Nausicaa's assumptions were even somewhat correct.

    "I suppose it would be redundant of me to ask you why you're here—usually people stop at rivers to drink, bathe, or wash their clothing, so I assume that you were doing one or all of the above?" She paused, hoping that her words, which were spoken softly and gently without any malice in them at all, would at least prove to the other that she could actually relax. The naiad could try to hum or sing quietly to sooth her, but she figured that that would probably come across more as witchcraft and would only serve to put the traveller on edge more. "Where are you headed?" Her eyes flicked towards the cart, her delicate brows lifting in curiosity.
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