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.

    For a fuller description of our most recent events, check out our most recent edition of The Town Crier!

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    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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    The young Lycaon boy,known as Tancered, was leaning against a stone wall by the street. The young boy was still pretty shaken up about the earlier part of his day. He closed his eyes and slowly put his head against the wall and fell into the memory of what happened.
    *Flashback* Tancered jolted awake in his alley. Well it wasn't really his valley but it was his "home". He slowly stood, his stomach growling in protest for food. He slowly stumbled into the stone streets trying to find anything to do for food. He wandered for hours and was turned away countless times. Suddenly a smell wafted through the air and invaded his nose. The boy inhaled deeply and followed his nose to a butcher. He stared at all the meat with wide eyes and couldn't help himself. He grabbed a chunk of pork and ran. His feet pounded across the cobblestone road. He dared a look over his shoulder as a knife flew past his head. He turned and ran faster before tripping and sprawling across the cobble. The butcher was on him in a flash and had his cleaver to Tancereds neck. Tancered gulped and kicked as hard as he could. He squirmed away and lost the butcher in the alleyways. He sighs and sees a small boy, he sighs and slowly walked over and handed him the meat," Go home little buddy." The boy nodded and ran off. That is where he was now. He sighed again staring at the sky.
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    Sammeln’s carriage rumbled down the streets as he made his way out of Ashoka. The opulent conveyance was pulled not by horses but by two notorious giant lizards, the varanus. Their maws were muzzled as it seems of late Sammeln’s attitude seemed to be affecting his pets, making them more unruly than usual, and thus more liable to bite and kill passersby without proper precautions. Such random murders would be very bad for business. The individuals serving as coachmen were equally unique, humanoid in shape but clad from head to foot in black and white garb reminiscent of circus performers, which left no skin to be seen, and wearing masks that gave no facial features at all. These were members of the faceless troupe, the mysterious organization that served Sammeln alone. Of course without the proper research, to the people of these streets it was simply a gaudy carriage with another wealthy lord ensconced within, being pulled by strange beasts and tended to by stranger servants.

    Business had dragged the merchant out here, business which had been dealt with harshly for the inconvenience. The crimson ophite’s irritability was beginning to affect his work and he knew it. If he did not find a cure for his restlessness, it would begin endangering his grander plans.

    Try as he might, the merchant lord of the neutral territory had found no cure for his nearly-sleepless nights. His mind buzzed constantly, unable to let go of every detail of his growing plans, or the miniscule details involved in managing his many business affairs. Sammeln had sought an escape in the pastimes he used to love; but found their familiarity unhelpful. He needed something new, something different. A simple new artifact or treasure to hunt was not enough, after all he was already engaged in a fairly daunting search; but it required his patience at present. It was during these lulls that his restlessness was at its worst.

    Sammeln drew back one of the red curtains, to allow one of his iridescent green eyes to survey the land outside as he considered possible remedies other than the sleep aids and holistic exercizes which were doing him no more good than the wine. The glowing, ever calculating orb hungrily searched as if something out the window might finally give him an answer. To his surprise, it did.

    Filthy urchins, scrambling in the dry streets, or leaning against walls like the useless wastes of space so many of them tended to be. He had once been something like that. A very long time ago, Sammeln had possessed nothing, and barely clung to life, until the merchant had seen the value within him, and decided to chance drawing it out. The thought that followed was one that had occurred to him with before; but on a grander scale than he had ever attempted, and with a new goal in mind.

    What if he could take a nothing, and turn them into a something. What if he could take garbage and form it into an incredibly valuable asset, something independently loyal to him. Turn dirt into clay, and mold it in my likeness. It suddenly seemed so obvious, the answer to many things which plagued him constantly, and he was bewildered that it had not occurred to him like this before. Perhaps then, he had not been up to the challenge.

    Sammeln’s watchful eye surveyed the rubbish that littered the streets. Not just any urchin would do, his discerning eye demanded that whatever they were, they must be special in some way, have some manner of hidden value.

    There…. Yes, that one. the curtain fell closed as he knocked upon the wall, signaling for a stop. The carriage immediately slowed and came to a stop, before one of the masked attendants came to the door and opened it. Sammeln slowly stepped out, black cloak dragging behind him as he made his slow exit. Towering over most men, the crimson Ophite extended one black talloned finger towards the black-clad urchin with two-tone hair. Something about that one told his apprising instincts that it was worth more than the other useless weeds.

    ”You” his deep gravely voice rumbled from his throat. ”What would you sacrifice to be free from these streets? To sleep someplace warm, dress in fine clothes, and have a full belly every night? To what lengths would you go to rise above where you are now?” As the towering ophite asked these questions, both his large green eyes fixed themselves on the boy scrutinizing every detail about him as the merchant waited for his response.
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    Tancered's eyes might have been closed but his ears where wide open. He had heard the giant lizards stalking down the road and the sound of the chariot over the cobblestones. He immediately knew who it was. He grimaced at the thought of the wealthy merchant. He was to wrapped up in his on thoughts to notice the chariot had stopped. He frowns at he hears footsteps.
    The deep gravely voice actually scared him, causing him to jump. His eyes flew open immediately and he stared at the merchant. "You ask questions to me because you think your better. That might be true." Tancered sighed and looked down,"everything. I will give up everything." He shakingly stood and looked at the man.
    "But why me? Why a street rat?" He stared at the man in wonder. He then looked at the cobble and slowly walked to the lizards. He approached them and growled as they snapped at him. The recoiled and he stroked their heads quietly. He waited for an answer. He began to dream about being a high class, learning everything, helping everyone. He daydreamed about never being cold or hungry again and he wished to schieve his dream. He had a small smile on his face as he came out of his dream .
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