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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!

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.

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    Altair
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    La terre a pose des chaines a tes ailes, pour te garder pres d'ell.

    Walking was nice. Sometimes people forgot that just because you had wings didn't mean that your legs suddenly ceased to exist. And gods forbid that he forget about his legs, after the muscle he'd put on once he'd gotten over his worries and started actually flying, he didn't want his legs to become skinny sticks like some ridiculous puffed up bird. It would look really weird on the ground, waddling along top heavy.

    And there was the fact that there was so much on the ground that you missed from the air. A chill breeze teased stray locks of hair curling around his face as he walked, frail winter sunlight pushing through the last few shriveled leaves clinging to their perches overhead. The hedge beside him was thick with stubborn greenery that had refused to accept the change of the seasons, cones and catkins alike crunching and rustling underfoot as he ambled along at a sedate pace. He had no real destination in mind, not now the last parcel had been delivered, except back of course. Back to Madrid, to collect his pay.
    Being a courier was turning out to be a lucrative business opportunity. There were things that you just couldn't send by bird, due to the weight, things that could be delivered much faster than a ship too. Ships couldn't necessarily go inland to certain places. How long did it take someone to send something from Ashoka to Kinaldi, after having it packed off the boat and then onto a wagon as well?

    All in all he was feeling quite pleased with himself. It was a slow but steady thing. Maybe he ought to find someone who could write to make posters for him or something. Or ask around and see if there were any guilds. Guilds had benefits. He could write, but not amazingly. it was a monumental achievement that he'd tried to turn himself into something other than a common country bumpkin, he thought. That didn't mean that he had the expertise to lure people in for long range postal service.

    Altair dragged his hands through the evergreen brush springing up on the other side of the path between himself a small streamlet, not bothering to suppress the lopsided smile that surfaced as it tickled his palm. It wasn't warm, but the sound of the chuckling water was soothing, and the atmosphere under the sheltered little walk was quite pleasant. Walking, yes. Flying was too bloody cold right now, even if it did get the blood pumping. Aaaand he wasn't exactly attired for it today, clad in garish leggings of green and yellow, his long tunic a vibrant muddy red. Contrast that to his royal blue wings, and it was all a bit eyewatering to tell the truth. He didn't mind though, it made him stand out better than just wearing plain old undyed linen, and it was ever the way that he'd come to love.
    Tinkers dressed bright as if a festival were come to town, and so did he.

    He slowed as he walked, sure he'd heard a footstep on the path behind him. Well, hardly surprising since they weren't far from the Seldona.
    "Hello?"
    The angel turned to glance behind him, golden eyes dancing with curiosity, faintly luminous in the dimness of the trees. Company wouldn't have been bad at all, providing that it wasn't the stabby murderous type.
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    It had been a quiet, boring day, with few souls out on the road in this cold clime, and fewer still who even wanted to say a hail and how-are-you. Not even the plants were talking, and there had been precious little breeze to catch whispers on -- those whispers were how Methodius usually ended up always at the right place at the most inopportune time. Well, inopportune for someone else. Opportune for him. After all, the wise messenger found opportunity even in someone else's chaos, and actually that was where Methodius most often found his. That was probably why no one really liked him, and probably why no one who saw him wanted to talk to him: maybe the wind had whispered warnings to them, don't trust the courier with the fall-colored clothes.

    But people normally didn't hear well enough to hear such whispers. That was the sad, sad trouble with total humans -- they listened, but didn't hear; looked, but didn't see. They spoke and yet they said nothing at all, making so many empty connections for every solid bond they forged. Perhaps it was an unduly melancholy outlook, but that was what the changeling hoped to mend with his highjinks and mischief-making: to force people who needed it to pay attention.

    The cold air rustled the hem of his garment and his like-colored hair, and he stopped in the middle of the road. His ears twitched, fingers laced.

    Water.

    With a thoughtful hum Methodius shuffled his water skin around and sloshed it -- it was getting low. He hadn't noticed it before, but it was likely in waiting for him to notice it now, and a broad canid smile crossed his narrow features. The air moved once more, carrying with it the sound of a stream nearby, and something else...

    Opportunity was knocking. In a few easy strides he changed his direction, heading towards the sound and a thing which could only be described as a feeling. He mused aloud. "Maybe there's finally some small talk to be had." As he unslung his waterskin and uncorked it, a bit more spring entered his step. Carefully he shuffled through some brush and appeared on the other side. Much to his glee, there indeed was a person here -- but the normally composed changeling was momentarily taken aback not only by what he saw, but by the sheer gravity of that aforementioned feeling. Now, as his mind reeled, he could identify it: it was something young, sweet, and yet altogether ancient. There was some kind of divinity here, and it wasn't just apparent by the... wings.

    Methodius's first reaction was one of overwhelming respect. His second was one of fear, something he rarely, if ever, felt. He hadn't had many dealings with others who shared his otherworldliness, but he knew enough to understand which ones he was at odds with, which he could trust, and which he ought to take care around. It wasn't as though his kind were evil -- but they weren't always well-received. He'd better behave himself here.

    All these thoughts passed in a moment, and his smile returned. "Hello, my fine fellow." Came his usual sing-song greeting. Suddenly he felt much skinnier and somehow lesser than usual. "I must say, your color palette is mind-bogglingly fantastic. Enjoying what's left of the greenery?"
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    Altair
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    La terre a pose des chaines a tes ailes, pour te garder pres d'ell.

    The stranger was not altogether unsurprising. It was a road, after all. He'd rather think of them as friends that he hadn't met yet, and grimly held tightly to that notion despite the hellish ride he'd had in the last couple years. You simply couldn't let one unfortunate stain colour the rest of your future, or the sort of person you were going to be. Naturally, it had changed him, but if it hadn't then really he probably wouldn't be standing here now, enjoying the last vestige of greenery in the cold.

    One hand abruptly flung skywards in a wave, and a wide carefree smile creased his face.
    "Hey friend!"
    Some might have called him simple for that ease of greeting. He'd seen the looks often enough on first meeting people, however brief it might be. Didn't he know there were criminal types traveling the roads too? Well of course. Who didn't? He wasn't that naive. He could take care of himself, better than before, certainly.

    They were quite the character though, their clothes all in gorgeous shades of fall that fit so perfectly with the surroundings, all wilted retreating leaves and brittle twigs, that he might have missed them entirely had they not called out. And yet there was something quite peculiar about them. Maybe it was that he couldn't decide if they were a boy or a girl. Not that it mattered, it just made things easier to communicate...maybe...actually no on second thoughts it really didn't. people had too many assumptions about what boys and girls should be doing while not being the same as one another.

    Better not think too hard on that, he'd give himself a headache.

    "Thanks!"
    He beamed, positively enlightened by the compliment. Usually people gawked or subtly attempted to shield their eyes when he walked into a room but he'd always dressed in bright colours, and likely always would. It was kind of fun really, when you walked into a place like the winter ball that the Empress of Morrim had held the previous winter. Those were good times, standing up the nobility who just couldn't take a joke. And Shadow had been there, which was surprising, and the best thing about the whole affair, since he'd only turned up looking for a free handout of food.

    What could he say? He was a growing youth and enjoyed eating. A lot. When was lunch supposed to be? Had he missed it already?

    "I like your attire. For a second there I thought maybe you were some kind of Daroan Fox Spirit."
    He laughed sheepishly, the silly notion easily forgotten. A fox spirit wouldn't just show themselves, they tended to haunt and disturb their victims unless he'd gotten the story mixed up with something else. That and the fact that they were supposedly beautiful ladies with beguiling smiles who lured you in and then ate you. Wonderful. He was pretty sure Methodius was just another friendly traveler.
    "My name's Altair, how about yours? Just taking the air or do you have a destination in mind, friend?"
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    What a charmingly bright stranger! Stranger... Angel? Strangel?!

    Either this fellow was very friendly or he hadn't caught on to Methodius' Little Secret, or maybe a bit of both. He made a comment, though, that made him a bit uncomfortable. Methodius forced a convincing laugh, though perhaps not quite as convincing as he'd have liked it to be. "A fox spirit! Well, wouldn't that be the thing!"

    Willickers.

    And yet he couldn't help but feel like he was worrying unnecessarily: this seemed like the kind of person he could really get on with. "I'm called Methodius: lovely to meet you." He extended a dainty girly hand to shake. "Actually I have an important delivery to make -- Sasschel Village, not a ways down that direction."

    The message itself was a simply enquiry, but an urgent one: Sasschel hadn't been heard from in quite some time, and the previous messenger that was sent didn't come back. Things were getting real.

    "And yourself? Any destination mind, or just troubadouring?"
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