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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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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    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.

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    Shiragiku was lying on the floor of the barn; his bed was made out of hay and did not even have a blanket to cover him. He did not mind sleeping in such a place, the stench of animal urine and feces did not bother him anymore. It was pretty early in the morning, and the sun was just coming up. His eyes slowly opened and started to wander through the room, they stopped at the corner and he finally saw his small leather bag. This tiny brown leather bag contained all of his material possessions. Most people in his situation would be depressed with having nothing and sleeping with barn animals at night, but not Shiragiku. He started to stretch his arms and proceeded to let out a big yawn. His yawn finished and then it turned into a smile, his mind was finally alert enough to remember he was leaving this god forsaken village finally and nothing else mattered.

    He had finally saved up enough money to acquire all rations he would need to leave. He had been in this village for a while, but no matter what he did he was unable to change the disposition of the villagers, and he was hated and unwanted. One might wonder what great atrocity Shiragiku had committed to earn such anger and haltered towards him, sadly his only crime was he could not remember anything from his past. He earned what little money he had by doing odd jobs around town, most people often described these jobs as degrading and unfit for humans.

    But Shiragiku did them with a smile on his face. He was happy to earn money and the jobs never bothered him, but this just annoyed people even more due to his upbeat attitude. Shiragiku finally lifted himself off the ground; he moved his left hand to remove the hay sticking to his shirt, which could at best be called a black rag with holes and rips at this point. He used his other hand to pat the dust off his clothing. Shiragiku gazed down at his dark blue pants that barely stretched past his knees; they appeared to have more dirt on them today for some reason. His shoes were not in any better condition either; they were more holey than the Holy Grail. Shiragiku shrugged his thoughts, he walked over to the corner where his bag was, slowly reached down and grabbed it. He gave a quick glance and said his farewells, it was not much but he never really had a place to go home before.

    Shiragiku left the barn and started heading out of town, no one seemed to pay him much attention or cared he was leaving. He picked up the pace and finally reached the edge of town, this part of town seemed desolate, and the houses were worn down. Some of them even had wood planks that had broken off or in some cases rotting off. There was tall grass growing everywhere and everything just seemed so unkempt. He paused and reminisced about the first time he was here.

    Life has a funny way of going full circle on you. He had wandered the desert for what he thought was an eternity. The desert felt like an oven, no matter which direction he chose to walk the heat would not let up. He had seen no signs of life, let alone civilization. As he took each step he felt as if life was being drained, much like a fly might feel trapped in a spider web. The notion he might die started to settle in and he thought his mind was playing tricks on him. There was no way he had seen a rundown building in the middle of nowhere. He had slowly started to limp towards them with what little energy he had left.

    That had been so many summers ago and he was now going back out into the world.
    Out into the unknown. The sun was high in the sky and beating down on his forehead. He put his left foot forward and as his right foot was still in the air he said to himself, “You can only move forwards now.” With this he started to walk.

    Shiragiku had never ventured this far before, everything was new and exciting. His enthusiasm had overtaken him and he started to sprint, after a while slowing down to take in the scenery. Everything appeared to be mesmerizing, even the sand in the desert. This made him start skipping as he walked, the birds started to sing and chirp. Shiragiku’s lips parted and he started to whistle a melody he had learned from a wandering bard. The only way to describe this bard was by his majestic mustache, it was marvelous and hypnotizing and you just could not escape its glory. He started to sing the words.

    “Winds are rustling, days are bustling,
    The sun is glistening above.

    Bells are ringing, birds are singing,
    Including that surly old dove.

    Children playing, horses neighing,
    But none of them have to shove.

    Men are hassling, women sassing,
    But I see a world in love! “

    As he finished skipping, he thought to himself that nothing can ruin his day. The thought had barely left his mind when dark clouds started to move in, a chill wind blowing that made him shiver. The clouds engulfed the sun; it was almost as if the night had snuck up on him. He felt the drizzle of the rain on his head, and the rain drops slowly ran down his silvery hair which was not well kept. He noticed something down the road ahead of him. He started to walk towards it, and as he closed in on it, he heard voices.

    “Hurry up, the rain started already,” he heard.
    “Maybe it would go a little faster if you weren't barking orders and helping us instead,” another voice spoke.
    Another voice yelled, “Shut up both of you! If we don’t get this damn wheel back on, we’re going nowhere fast!”
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    The wind was blowing from the east, carrying with it the smell of sea. They were still a bit away from the coastal line but there was still a faint trace of it. The sun was about to set in the horizon. They were just around the boarder between Soto and Ashoka, a day south and they would probably be in Soto territory. They had been roaming the borders, finding travelers on their road and snatching them up in a cage. It was an easy way of finding slaves, much easier than actually having to fight for them. A wagon was on the road, inside it were a cage with 4 people in it. The slaves looked to be in a rotten mood, why wouldn't they. Some of them were wounded, others were not, depended on how much of a fight they put up when they were caught. All their equipment and travelling gear had probably been snatched up by the slavers, and whatever they wouldn't be able to sell was left behind in the spot they found them in.

    There were 2 slave handlers, both dressed in the usual desert garb, a sandy colored suit complete with a turban and a detachable mask for sandstorms. Each of them had a whip and a saber at the side, ready if any slave should attempt to escape. There were 4 guards, each dressed in medium armor consisting of kneelong hauberks and a metal helmet, with sabers at the side as just as the slavers. Right now two of the guards where fidgeting with a broken wheel, apparently trying to fix it, at least until they hit the next town. It had been the slavers who were unpatient, asking for them to hurry up and the guards being annoyed at being rushed with literally nothing to fix it with.

    ”please sir, just let us out we haven't done anything” One of the female slaves said in a begging voice. One of the slavers who were doing absolutely nothing about the weel hit his hand against the cage ”Shut up bitch.. You'll fetch a nice price on the market, but I swear if you don't shut your mouth I will knock you..” ”Boss” One of the guards interrupted his threat. ”What is it Lou?” The man looked more than annoyed. The guard pointed down the road at Shiragiku. ”Looks like we got company.” The slaver looked in the direction and tabbed the other slaver on the shoulder. They both watched as he came nearer.

    ”Hello friend, please can you help us? We've got to get these prisoners to the capital soon. Do you know anything about fixing wheels?” He called out to him. Seemingly friendly enough. The two guards who had been rummaging around at the wheel had also turned around and all eyes were on the stranger.

    A good pace away, hidden in a rock formation, sat Inal. He had overheard the entire thing, including the slaves begging for freedom. He didn't like it one bit, and apparently now a newcomer had come. ”Fool run” he whispered as he could imagine him strolling into the slavers little trap. The rain made it hard to hear anything at all, and there was nothing he could do against 3 armed guards and two slavers. All of them would have had proper training in killing. No he would have to wait until this rain settled, under the cover of darkness, and then, just maybe, he would be able to free the poor souls who had the misfortune of crossing paths with the slavers.

    He was wearing a pair of creme colored loose and flowy pants tucked into a pair of leather travelling boots. His shirt was loost fitted as well, a dark blue color with leather straps to close it up at the chest. He was wearing a black cloak heavy cloak and at his side, attached to his belt, hang his Katana. He was wearing his usually white mask across his face, and covering his head was the hood form the cloak, making him look like a phantom in the rain. At his feet was Shen, the maned wolf, listening in on the conversation while trying to find cover from the rain under Inals cloak.
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    Shiragiku heard the man’s voice asking for his help. He looked over at the wagon and saw the wheel lying on its side covered in mud. He had worked on more than a few wagons in his lifetime. Shiragiku reached behind his head using his left hand and started scratching. “Hmmmm, I can take a look and see if you don’t mind?” He said with a smile on his face. He stared at the cage on the wagon and pondered what evil deeds these men might have committed to end up here. The rain was starting to pour now and he drenched from head to toe. Looking at Shiragiku, someone might have figured he just came from having a fresh swim wearing his clothes, but none of this even dawned upon Shiragiku. All he could do was think about helping these good folks out.

    Shiragiku walked over to the wheel. He slouched down to inspect the axle closer, and after a few moments he noticed there was a bit of gunk. He had seen this before and it was simple enough of a fix, he just needed to make sure he cleaned the hole. Shiragiku picked up the peg off the floor and he noticed it was covered in filth, but the rain had started to wash away some of the grime. “I think I can fix it, with some help and some good will. I can have you good folks back on the road in a jiffy. ” Shiragiku had helped the local handyman and learned a few things. Shiragiku just stared at the peg in his hand; he almost seemed as if he was in a trance. He did not blink or move a single muscle, just watched as the rain drops struck the wooden peg. The rain seemed to be peeling the mud off the peg, almost like a dog trying to get every little piece of meat off a bone. After a few moments, the mud had finally washed away and the peg was fully visible.

    Shiragiku held the peg and slowly turned it using his left hand, while using his right to feel the peg itself. The peg felt soft to the touch so it had been pretty old and worn. As he continued to rotate the pegs, it started to get rougher. It almost seemed as if he was touching the edge of a rock but with splinters on it. He turned the peg to see what his hand was feeling and he noticed most of the peg had snapped off.
    “I know what the issue is; I am going to take a look at the wheel.” Shiragiku slowly walked over to the wagon. He placed the peg into the slot and within seconds it fell through. Shiragiku tried it a few times but sadly was rewarded with the same results. Shiragiku looked around and noticed a dagger on one of the guards.

    “Kind Sir, if you are okay with one of the guards giving me his dagger, I can use it to fix the wagon wheel.”
    The man that addressed Shiragiku hesitated at first, but after a second gestured one of the guards to give him what he wanted.

    “Thank you, sir,” Shiragiku said after receiving the dagger. He bent down and grabbed a rock close by.
    “Can you guys put the wheel back on please?”
    The guards lifted the wheel and aligned it with the axel and slowly moved it in place.
    Shiragiku waited patiently for the wheel to be put on. He then started to hammer away at the dagger's hilt as the blade was inside the hole. He beat the hilt into that hole like it owed him money and oh boy was it a tight fit.
    “And there you go, almost as good as new if I say so myself. Just don’t go too fast or run over anything big and you should be fine.”
    Shiragiku had a very big grin on his face. He was delighted at the marvelous job he did, and he then moved his left hand to give himself a nice pat on the back. “Well, gentlemen, I bid you farewell and a safe journey. May you reach your destination without harm, and let justice be shown to these vile prisons.”

    As Shiragiku turned around. He felt the end of cold, blunt metal on the back of his head. It had felt as if someone had cracked his skull open and his vision began to blur. Shiragiku heard laughter. He could not make out what the voices were saying. Shiragiku tried to move, but his body did not seem to care. It felt like his legs were bound. It was getting hard for Shiragiku to keep his eyes open, what little he could see almost seeming as if it was covered in mist. He felt a second blow to the back of his head and his body started to fall, the pain overwhelming him. Shiragiku started to fall. His vision seemed to be improving, but then he saw a field with wheat.

    That can’t be right, Shiragiku thought to himself. The rain was gone and it seemed like he was somewhere he had never seen before. Shiragiku's face hurt all over. He felt the coldness slowly engulfing his face. The fall had ripped him out his beautiful dream and he felt he had been wronged in some way. He wanted to stay in that moment, but it was too late. His body finally gave out and his eyes closed. Shiragiku lied on the ground with the rain pouring down on what appeared to be his lifeless body as the guards moved over him.
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