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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    Early Spring sometime (I jumped the gun)

    It was a beautiful day.

    The streets were busy and the city was full of life, full of people going here and there about errands, couples out for walks, kids playing bones and mumblety-peg and such off to the sides, and even a few peddlers scattered hither and yon. Flowering trees were at their peak, and the cobbled stones were carpeted in places with petals, which fell from their parents in gentle showers.

    Isabella watched the blossoms on the breeze with the smile of someone who has been proven right: "And people say it doesn't snow in summer!" She said aloud, her voice high and airy. In one hand she held a cloth napkin, wrapped carefully around two scones, in the other a cluster of such blossoms, which had broken off of and fallen from their tree. Her shoes had long since gone missing, and her minder was nowhere in sight. It happened, especially when things were as busy as they were today, and naturally she did not care.

    Her bare feet slapped the stones gently, sending up little puffs of petals as she skipped between walkers towards her favorite bench: it was in the square, and had a lovely flower-box behind it that curved around the sides. Budding daffodils were beginning to awaken here alongside the early-blooming crocuses, and fat little bees were lazily mining them for their nectar. She sat down amid the bees and flowers and fixed the fallen blossom cluster in her hair, never minding when those bees came to investigate it. Tiny birds picked around her feet and she watched them, enchanted, unfolding the napkin in her hand to pull some crumbs from her scones and sprinkle them about.

    She made a pretty picture on that bench in an short-sleeved ivory dress, skirts and petticoats fluttering around her naked ankles in the breeze, feeding tiny birds with flowers in her hair, but no one came to talk with her. Everyone knew who she was and that she had come from the asylum, and everyone knew she told strange stories and would prattle on for hours if they would only let her. But the birds and bugs and plants always listened, and didn't interrupt, and didn't get up to leave in the middle of a sentence. Well, sometimes they did, but that was okay, because they were never rude about it.

    "Here you go, here you go -- oh, you missed one! -- ah, here's a big fat strawberry piece for you! Wait! Hey now, it's not nice to steal someone else's berries..! Don't worry, I have another one here... there you are. Goodness, you're so tiny, how can you eat so much? Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it -- you know they ask me all the time how I eat so many scones too, and I really don't know how to answer them. I tell them its because I burn it all off with all that flying around, but no one ever takes me seriously. Why on earth would they ask a question if they don't want an answer? People are very weird, you know." She sat back with a third of one of the scones missing, and began to eat it herself. The birds clustered around her feet and looked up at her expectantly, tipping their heads this way and that. "Ho now, you know if you eat too many crumbs you'll get sick. That's why they don't make scones for birds. If I drop some, though, you can have it -- but don't go jostling me for it!"

    It was at this point that Isabella finally realized someone was sitting beside her. Had they been there the whole time? Once more she leaned forward, a fresh smile upon her lips. "Hello." She held out the napkin. "Would you like a scone? There's jam in them. It's strawberry, though I do prefer raspberry, myself."
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    Trees rustled, birds cooed, and all around sang to the music of life. Flowers grew in abundant bundles through the light shade of green grass. Fluffy trails of white covered the blue canvas above, and a bird of pray soared before the sun, casting a shadow below. Eyes stained blue and green silently blinked up at the sky. Her gaze wandered down to a flower she held in her hand, and she silently wondered if there was a flower for every soul that had ever lived in the world. She shut her eyes, letting the sounds of the life around her hit her ears.

    A memory floated into her mind suddenly. Calliope sat on the very bench Thaleia sat on now, but there was someone else by her side; a blonde haired woman with brilliant blue eyes.

    "It's a beautiful day," she said, her baritone voice as soft as a whisper. Her fingers ran along Calliope's cheek.

    "It is," Calliope agreed, humming, a smile ever present on her bow-shaped lips. "As always."

    "We should go somewhere."

    "Where should we go?" Calliope placed her head on the women's shoulder and leaned against her. She smelled of sweet Jasime and Strawberries. It was a good smell. Her favorite, as a matter of fact.

    "Anywhere you'd like." The voice was quiet, coaxing almost. "There is so much of the world to see. I've longed to visit Morrim. Isn't that where your family lives?"


    Isn't that where your family lives?

    A petal fell, and Thaleia frowned as the memory faded away into the breeze. When she opened her eyes again, there was a stranger sitting by her side on the bench. She turned her head to look at the newcomer, and she held a sight which might have been strange to anyone else but the nymph. After all, she didn't fare much better, having more of a natural appearance herself. A beautiful blonde woman with birds fluttering around her. She spoke to them with a lighthearted voice as if they were people; it reminded Thaleia of herself. Thaleia wondered how she hadn't notice the human's approach. But then she realized it didn't matter much when she found how much she enjoyed her aura. It reminded her of someone she once knew....

    The nymph smiled when she was addressed by the kind lady, offering a strawberry scone.

    "Thank you kindly," she said. "How I do love strawberry. I remember having these quite frequently when I lived in the city. It is strange how much I had missed them." Thaleia glanced at the pastry in the napkin before turning her eyes on the woman again. "Although they are but simple pastries, delicious as they may be.... are you from around here?"

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    The scone was passed, and Isabella found herself watching the creature next to her carefully, smiling, as though trying to un-puzzle something pleasant and confusing. On one hand the lovely thing next to her was clearly corporeal, having accepted the scone and having brushed her finger, and some people were staring at her, but on the other she looked not totally here, her eyes weren't just one color, and she was glowy a little bit. After a few moments of head-tilting, Isabella sat back again, having concluded that whether or not she was real, this woman was a person. It wouldn't be the first time she had conversed with and sat next to a hallucination.

    "I am!" She replied cheerily, and waved a hand vaguely into the middle of town. "I live at the hospital. It's all right, I suppose, but I like it better outside."

    She looked sidelong at the lovely thing beside her a bit more, trying to figure out who or what she was, before offering an introduction. "I'm Isabella Gagnon. You're probably a faerie but I'm very happy to meet you. I've never had scones with a faerie before." She picked at her scone and popped a few little pieces into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully and swallowing. "Do you live in the forest?"
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