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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    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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    What Strange Paths; [Mammon]
    Topic Started: Mar 21 2015, 11:33 AM (104 Views)
    Seian Verian
    Fluff the magic dragon~
    How had he come to be here? The young dragon stood, pausing as he contemplated the past months. Nothing seemed to make sense. He didn't know why he was here, truly, in any respect. He didn't know why he was here, standing in the rain, staring at a distant light obscured almost entirely by the storm. He didn't know why he was even in this world, or the body he now inhabited, much as he was grateful for a change from the old ones. This body felt more in line with what he felt he was, though it was foreign to him... Yet even so, questions of mystery upon mystery nagged at him.

    There were things he could not remember. He could not clearly say when his human life had ended, nor could he remember at all what had happened afterward, up to the time he'd crashed into Madrid. There was simply nothing there, yet even after memory resumed, there was a strange haze in his thoughts. He didn't remember how he left that town, nor did he remember much of his life he'd had in the forest. It all blurred together; even though some prominent things stood out in his memory, so many things relating to them were beyond his grasp. He knew not what had befallen the fox woman and the fire mage after the encounter with the burning insects in the forest, nor did he recall how he and Lorialette had escaped the vampire's curse, how they parted, nearly anything. Nor did he recall when he had left the cabin in the woods that had held the hated fugitive and the dying woman.

    All he knew was that he was going somewhere, on a whim or some stranger's fell desire, he couldn't say. He'd found himself wandering without reason, leaving the forest that he'd hunted in for months for unknown territory. He couldn't say for sure that he was drawn by any outside force; though it seemed likely, it also could simply be something akin to the strange wanderlust that had urged him to wander aimlessly through storms years ago. He had never heeded the call, anxiety overcoming the potentially self-destructive desire to fling himself into the unknown, but here he had something akin to it again, that he was listening to. Perhaps it was simply because he had nothing to lose- Regardless of whether what he felt now was the same in the past, or if both were a call by some unknown entity, here he was, and he would follow it to the end. There was nothing left that this madness could take from him. He was alone.

    With a sigh, he continued his journey. His eyes were sharp, but through the rain and darkness he only barely saw the flickering lights of torches miles away from him. As he walked, mud squelched through his paws, and he found it odd that he felt no distaste for the filth. In his old life, he had always hated dirtying himself or his clothes such. Yet, perhaps that had been only because he dreaded the cleanup, and now, with his magic, removing it from himself was nigh unto effortless.

    Slowly, the light in his vision grew brighter, clearer. He was nearing his destination, or perhaps merely a step along the way. Anxiety grew within him, a worry of what was to come, but also an impatience. He knew for certain now that he was searching for something, though he still didn't understand what. His pace quickened more and more as he approached the city, heedless of the thunder which assaulted his ears and the lightning which struck around him again and again, almost seeming to him in his nearing frenzied state as if it were following him, growing closer and more frequent as he approached the city.

    When he was but a hundred meters from the city edge, Seian saw lightning strike within the city, three times in rapid succession, less than a mile away from him. He hesitated for a brief moment, before breaking out in a run despite himself. He dashed through the city gates, leaving the guards posted by the open doorway to scratch their heads, wondering if the dark streak that had just run through had even been real. Seian ran through street and alley to a destination he could not begin to fathom, until finally he reached an open place where he saw a lot that was covered in ash.

    The dragon's steps slowed, and finally he stopped, only a few feet away from where he knew a building had stood not long ago. The embers were still hot, perhaps only hours ago there had been life here, in what Seian guessed had been a tavern before the flames had taken it, judging by the sign that sat forgotten on the ground. Certainly there was not life here now, or at least not in a strict sense. Something was here though, and he felt emotions emanating from the embers, rage and sorrow at all that had turned to ash. There was a spirit here that had clung desperately to life even though all was lost, and Seian was suddenly aware of what seemed like a faint, haunting melody of anguish that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once.

    Why was he here? And what could he do about it?
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    Mammon


    A storm was brewing in Reine a massive raining stormy piece of mess. In other parts of Soto the rain hit as well. The rain hit his mansion with an iron thud. As the drops of rain pounded on his steel mixture of iron and silverish brick roof. Mammon stood looking out the window in his purple clothing and purple pointed shoes."Such a mess. I wanted to go to a tavern that dished out a good Clam Chowder." He said slowly towards himself. The big man moved from the window and simply walked towards his wardrobe. He got dressed in a thick blue and orange clothing and put on black boots. He took his massive bear fur coat, his sword, staff, and five hundred coins. He would open the door as the wind blew against his face hard Mammon begun to move out after shutting the door.

    As Mammon moved past the city and made his way towards the Lands of Reine. The storm itself heaved and there thunder. And something went into flame. Mammon eyes blinked once or twice as the smoke arise from afar. Mammon quickly made his way towards the smoke haze. Only to arrive at the tavern being nothing. Simply nothing it was now Ash. He would look shocked at whatever just happened. It was so fast.

    (Apologizes for the small post.)
    Edited by Mammon, Apr 2 2015, 07:49 AM.
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