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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  • 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!

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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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    Clearly, then, it will be Wise, Brave, Temperate, and Just

    That day he walked. Through fields and valleys and barely circumventing towns, he passed on, speaking to no-one, stopping for nothing. Evening washed across the heavens bringing a flock of falling stars that had followed him out of space. They burned hot white before vanishing into the raw air, and he turned to watch them fall. Fireflies blinked lazily, perched on the wrist and patagium of his glowing wings. The dusk fell with a somnolence that gradually slowed his steps. For once, he felt genuinely tired.

    The wilds rolled on and on for miles, a rippling sea of grasses. Small groves of trees dotted the horizon, casting impossibly long shadows along the prairie. With thoughts turned earthward, he paused at the edge of a glade, his hand trailing along the warm body of a tree. The fireflies streaked from him, springing to the air to string their lights within the dark of the thicket.

    High above, the firmament was a stunning violet. But this was not a color of alarm, a color of frightened transitions. It was a sky of rest at last, of sleep after months of haunted waking. The Angel with the Flametongue Eyes crept wearily through the tiny wood, as a somnambulist picks his way through a house he knows only by daylight. There, in the interlocking feet of the trees, a nest of leaves and long grass lay waiting. In the spring, the herds would return on startled hooves, but until then, their nest was abandoned. The Celestial lay down in their glen and breathed the musk of their passing, partially blanketing himself with the brilliance of his wings.

    And then, though he did not need or desire it, he slept. Slumber stole him so swiftly that he did not see the last of the violet sky blacken away like a smoldering coal. So deep was his rest that he did not stir. But patterns of infinitesimal helices played behind his eyes. And in the delirium of a sleep too long delayed, he dreamed...
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    The lord that owned this fief had called for her specifically. Rather, he or one of his attendants. Apparently Jade’s less common visage had made some kind of impression. While some who embraced this lot in life in some small way, may have considered it flattering, she did not. However, the terms of the arrangement had made the situation a brighter one. When Jade had heard that the request had been for someone in far off Morrim, she took solace in the fact that she would be able to rest while they traveled, and even more in the fact that she would be granted a reprieve from the searing country that was Ashoka.

    To her owners credit, Jade had indeed considered using this as a chance to escape. They had taken measures to ensure that she did not. In addition to being the only source she knew, to get hold of the substances that gave her mind escape from the world she longed to leave, they had taken the few possessions she was fond of, her mothers necklace, and secured it back in Ashoka, and kept any clothing she was not wearing with them. They would have taken the hammer; but had learned from experience that this would not end well.

    Apparently the lord wished to indulge in the fantasy that Jade was not hired company; but an accomplished and exotic musician visiting his courts. In order to maintain this fantasy, Jade had been granted a measure of freedom that, were it not for the leverage her owners had over her, would have ensured her ability to flee. As such, Jade had come and done what was expected of her, until her presence was no longer required at the late hour, and thus was able to utilize her limited freedom.

    Despite her weary body, and tired eyes, the dark haired foreigner had seized the chance to walk of her own accord, away from the estate, away from everything, and attempt to indulge herself in the fantasy that the client had created. A world where she was not the slave of one mans greed and another man’s lust; but instead a musician, free to roam and travel as she pleased.

    Pale feet atop improbable footwear strode over the grass in the starlit night. The smell of earth and the cool breeze of summer night caused her heart to race. When she closed her frigid eyes, Jade could imagine, for a moment, that she was home. She had not expected tears to run down her cheeks at the thought of home. Ashoka was wearing on her.

    The weight of her weariness began to make itself known, and so Jade opened her eyes and began to walk. She refused sleep, not yet, perhaps when the sun rose. For now Jade wanted to be free, to enjoy night air that was cool rather than freezing. Light steps made a cautious path across the fields as the traveler delighted in the smell of earth, grass, and water.

    The pale figure clad in a red silk kimono traveled until the fields no longer seemed ordered and controlled. Farmland had given way to natural plains, and Jade’s tired legs grew more so. However her weary spirit pushed her onwards, desperate to draw in things that she had taken for granted before her lengthy confinement in Ashoka.

    Ahead there were trees, a small glade, but even a small forest was more than the cacti and sparse palms of Ashoka. Jade forced herself to run, feeling the weight of her Orichalchum hammer bounce against her shoulder where she carried it. The running would waken her heart and force back the sleep, which clawed at her. Soon she had closed the distance between herself and the trees, and walked among them.

    Traveling without a lamp by light of star and moon was challenging enough. The shade of the trees made it more so; but as the woman pretending to be free made her way, she found the traveling growing easier. There was some kind of light from up ahead, pale and soft, unlike fire. Curiosity drove her further and when she emerged, she saw something dark, hidden mostly within a blanket of feathered wings.

    The Daroan woman’s breath was stolen for a moment. Could it really be? All the way out here? She had been so long surrounded by culture, beliefs, spirits, and gods of others, that she had truly believed that if hers existed they were not to be found in these lands. Yet here before her lay a being they spoke of in her homeland. Tengu! She could not see its face from where she was; but it had to be. She knew no other thing which had features of a man and wings of a bird, that dwelt within the forests.

    Cautiously, Jade approached the figure, Tengu could be as fierce as they could be kind. Were she in her homeland, she surely would have let it be and moved along; but here Jade was desperate to hear the language of her home from someone else’s lips. If it truly was a tengu, perhaps she could plead for help. She had been a priestess once, and though she had made many mistakes and wound up far from it, perhaps this spirit of this small forest would be merciful and show her the way.

    Jade reached out with the orichalchum hammer, the sacred tool from the temple forge, and used it to attempt to gently nudge the creature. ”Mighty Tengu?” she said in a voice just above a whisper, speaking in the language of her homeland.

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