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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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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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    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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    Obsessive Behavior; With fish markets. ~ Mammon ~
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    Soto.

    A stiff sea breeze snagged tangles of his hair and sent it whipping about his head, played games with it without his permission and ruined the whole neatly arranged image. Dark slender fingers whisked it from his eyes once more, and frowned up the length of the street. An engaging contact, they said. Despite the fact he'd come to enjoy to cool green shade of Madrid, he couldn't say he liked Reine as much. There was simply...too much salt.

    That, and it felt so open, as though he was being watched constantly. Plenty of places to hide of course, all cities great and small did, and that was no problem for him. No, it was the sky. At least in Madrid, it felt like there was some semblance of cover.
    Here there was next to nothing, and the prospect of the emptiness overhead was daunting. Jhaereth was beginning to believe that he'd never truly get used to it.

    At least he'd gotten to practice more of his Sotoan, though the middle-aged human female he'd been conversing with earlier was still giving him funny looks from across the street, since he'd asked how much her daughter was. He didn't even know that she had a daughter, the error in translation was awful. It probably didn't help his image any when he walked up the length of the street and slid into the filthy alley either.

    Levitating above the squalor, he wrapped himself in his piwafwi, only partly to keep off the chill, and blended close to the wall, lurking like some great and terrible arachnid, his knees bent and feet flat against the corners of the walls.

    Gods above and below, why did they pick such a place? Do they think the cliché of a shady alley to really be that unnoticeable? Or perhaps it's so bloody ridiculous that people actually won't look...

    He wrinkled his nose in a most effete mannerism at the stench arising from the alley, crushed and sodden garbage, rotting vegetation and the ever pervasive stink of fish guts, as well as the older trace mark scent of piss where someone had relived themselves what smelled a hundred times over on the far wall. Damned if he was going to stay here longer than he absolutely had to, he might catch something, or worse, stain his coat.
    Bad enough that he stood out plenty against these pale humans, with their sickly pallor that suggested a lack of health, like some lightless fungus. Going around in spoiled finery would only make the image worse. Though...if they were all like his sunny elven companion, then perhaps they didn't give a damn after all. They weren't though, and he tucked that small spark of affection away again, smothered beneath his chilly expression. They were not people, but prey. And if that made him a racist...well...he wasn't sorry.

    When the small door backing onto the alley from the seedy tavern finally clacked and complained its opening, he adjusted his position slightly, easing his shoulders back just enough that the stiletto came free of the strap and slid into his waiting palm.
    But for the squelch of the trash and slush underfoot, his drop might have been silent. Not so though, the weather was delightfully treacherous and determined to cause as many issues as possible. The snow melted fast on the coast but it hadn't damped his amazement at it just...falling from the sky. Stupid, really, since his one party trick beside being able to flip coins into a glass with startling accuracy was making a light dusting of frost.

    His piwafwi settled around him, untouched by the wind and masking his arm held low, the blade still half tucked into his sleeve where he supported it on the guard.
    "Mammon, presumably? Word would have it you're seeking Silence."
    Acid green eyes weighed the taller man as if he were an inferior brand of wine, cool and calculating. He only hoped that aside from picking Reine's foulest alleyway that he wasn't about to have his time wasted. The Guild wouldn't like it either if it turned out to be all smoke and no fire, so to speak. Carefully he inclined the smallest amount in a bow, flicking the edge of his cloak out in a dramatic flourish as he introduced himself;
    "Jhaereth Valatar. An...interesting...choice of location to meet..."
    His gaze was flat and unfriendly as an angry goat's as he drilled it at the man, half expecting him to quail in fear the way he'd seen ignorant commoners and puffed up human nobility do when faced with something uncertain. At least, he hoped, he'd have enough sense to not pull weapons in broad daylight. That would be...uncouth.
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    Mammon had his Elven Long sword on his left hand side of his waist strapped into by it's sheathe, his staff that had a dead skull on the top of it's end held in the middle of the stave's center by his left hand which the palm enclosed around it holding it tightly, he wore purple long clothing, purple long pointed boots, purple gloves, long fur heavy black bear coat, 500 Sotoan gold coins on his lower back of waist that was unseen by the coat that was hiding it, and lastly a small Dagger that was silver and had a metal handling near his ankle that was hidden by his clothing and boot. He made way for the local tavern in Reine.

    As he made way he was thinking. So, I am to meet with someone today. What was his name again? The Unimportance of him. Mammon thought slowly to himself. However he might have use. For the future of Soto. But first he needed the man's trust and Mammon needed to know if he could trust the man before spilling any dark secrets to him and risk his own life. Right, now Mammon needed bodies and a lot of them for phrase zero to begin, Officially.

    Once he arrived at the Tavern, he waited a few hours. Before exiting the back door of the exit. Once he opened the door he scanned around and quickly closed the door as the man made his way towards this man."You can say it that way. This isn't the place to talk." He said slowly and calmly. He gestured the man to follow further into the darker alley where the two were alone. If he followed or not it did not matter, but once they were alone and if he followed he would speak."I Need a lot of people silenced. I will give you names of such victims, But do not several there heads. I want there bodies preserved and fresh to prevent decay and a very large place to hide all of them. I want them to look like an accident. Not an assassination." He spoke. Finally turning towards him.

    "Jhaereth I presume?" He said slowly. His eyes closing slowly as he reopened them quickly."What do you seek in return for your service, Coin? Women, Men, Creatures, People, Something else? You name it and you shall receive it." He said calmly. Yes Mammon was a mercenary, But he also became Nobility. A Long time ago. It was no easy fit. Mammon wondered what this man sought in return for his amazing services. Everyone had different things they wanted. Most were in it for the coin or the women. Some perhaps even both. What was his deal? No matter, Mammon would soon corrupt this man like he did.

    Those amazing arms of his, good sinful days. Would do great to be used for Mammon's amazing..(You get the point.) Mammon was a demon, yes he might have been stuck in some human's body. But he still possessed his Genius Intellect, His sins, lusts, his Greed, His thoughts to seek and destroy all whom were not of his kind. And Other things not worth mentioning or clearly held no significant importance to him.
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    His brows arched severely as the man turned and made his way further down into the alley. Perfect, because he wanted to be potentially thrown up against a wall and molested, or have the ever-loving crap beaten out of him and every slightly valuable article on his body removed for pawning.
    Thus it was with more distaste than usual that the dark elf followed him, feigning a looseness and ease of muscles that said otherwise of his naturally suspicious mind.

    If he tries anything funny, I'll shank him.

    "Well that is why people contact the guild..."
    He rolled his eyes as he drawled the obvious. Why else would someone deliberately contact a guild of hired killers? To invite them to decorate a homecoming party with paper streamers and ribbons of silk? Before he'd even gotten two words out though the man launched into exactly what he wanted. Well...that was fine. No pomp and prep, straight to business. It almost felt as though he were lacking time, had to carry out the furtive quick business deal before someone noticed. Almost what he was used to.

    "I'm going to need more details than that, specifically how many, as well as their names and locations. Making it look accidental can be designated a part of my contract, but I'll have questions all the same."
    When he said a lot...how many exactly was he thinking? Were they all officials? That was the reason most people hired a trained assassin...not to go chasing commoners. Still, he wasn't going to complain, the wealth was always nice.
    "Why do you want them all preserved and left in some..communal dumping ground? How long am I supposed to keep them..ah...fresh for you? And then we roll back to the amount...how big does this place have to be, and how accessible? More importantly, who you're hiring me for, and the deadline. If I take out a lot of people at once, you know someone is going to start connecting the dots."

    The reasons didn't bother him so much as the additional act of having to find a way to preserve corpses long enough for..well, however long he expected them to lay around. He could freeze them, he supposed, providing he kept reapplying the magic every now and then.
    And then there was the job of making it look like an accident. What if that opportunity never arose? Of course, he'd find a way, but that didn't mean something might not go wrong. And for it to be an accident, people had to notice, otherwise they'd have just vanished. And a vanishing body always aroused suspicion as well. Not quite the simple contract then...

    "Yes, I thought we covered that..."
    Jhaereth tilted his head, thoroughly perplexed by the individual and his...less than affable choice of location. Could they not have just met in the inn as two well dressed friends or something, meeting for a drink?
    "You make your payment to the guild, they will direct the dropoff, and I get a large cut of the profit for my services. It's as simple and impersonal as that."
    He examined his nails distractedly, flicked a little imaginary dirt from his sleeve and straightened the lace spilling from his cuff.
    "Personal rewards don't really come into it, unless the contractor decides to tip."
    He offered a dry smile, then rested one hand on his hip beneath his piwafwi. He could have likely done the same job as a local merc, rather than a guildsman, but this way, at least it was much easier to fit into the society. Soto wasn't known for its love of mercenaries, and while he'd thought of making it official and joining Argos, the Explorer's made a good front for his otherwise illegal actions. He still wasn't sure why it was so illegal, nobody minded if you killed someone with great skill where he was from. It was sort of like a competition in that, don't get spotted doing it and you won. Don't get opposed doing it and it was even better, especially if you got the de facto quiet approval.

    Well, at least until the approving party changed their mind, made an alliance elsewhere and rubbed your name off the slate.

    As it stood, he wasn't about to ask for any personal boon. To do so might be an open door, a crack in the mantle of cold he drew about his shoulders. One had to be cold in this job, and letting someone know what sort of preferences you had when it came to such things as sex was an easy way to find a blade between your shoulders. What better friend was there than the weighty feel of gold in one's palm? You could buy anything with gold, even happiness, for a time.
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