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.

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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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    Topic Started: Apr 26 2015, 03:02 PM (356 Views)
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    La terre a pose des chaines a tes ailes, pour te garder pres d'ell.

    "The sun shone high those few summer days
    Left us in a soft, wide-eyed haze,
    It shone like gold
    It shone like gold..."


    His voice barely rose above the disjointed cacophony of the hammer as it slammed the peg repeatedly through the small hole bored int the tile, the better to hold it in place on the roof. That, and the distant roar of hundreds of tons of water charging over the falls in a continuous rush, did a damned good job of drowning him out. He wasn't desperately trying to keep the rhythm of the song as he sang, his attention fixed solely on the work in front of him rather than trying to make something of the tune. Not to say he couldn't...he was a trouper after all, heart and soul, but there were more important things to do than spend the day singing and and wandering under the trees. Spring was here.

    "But just as the moon it shines straight
    So dawn goes down today,
    No gold can stay
    No gold can stay."


    He sat back on his haunches, fingers groping in his pocket for another peg, another tile, his eyes lazily roaming the small space that he might have called a yard.
    The house, if you wanted to call it that, had been abandoned when he found it. It had been more of a dilapidated shack, really, but with some work and a little love it had transformed, as if the broken rotted shell had been a long standing chrysalis, just waiting for the first touch of sun to call it back to life.

    Altair had never really seen himself as one who wanted to settle anywhere, and it was highly likely that he'd just up and leave again sometime, only to come back. It was in his nature, though he had to wonder if that was because he was raised that way, or because it would have always been in him, regardless of how things would have turned out.
    It would still be nice to think that there was somewhere to come back to after his grand misadventures though. The thought was rather warming, despite the snap in the air.

    All told it was a warm day for spring, though the wind was bitter and jealous as it gusted, tugging at his clothing for attention. If only he had so much time to waste on simply enjoying the day...

    "What if our hard work ends in despair?
    What if the road won't take me there?
    Oh, I wish, for once, we could stay gold."


    The hammering resumed with renewed vigor. The yard was small and had been marked out neatly at the back of the small building, though at least two of the walls were more or less missing, the fence nonexistent and the garden overgrown. The door was shattered planks strewn about in the grass, eaten full through by woodworm. The cart sitting alone though had most of the things he'd thought he would need to get by, the banked fire several careful feet away and the untethered dray cropping at the pasture around the thick roots of the trees gave him hope yet. For what was a man without hope?

    "What if to love and be loved's not enough?
    What if I fall and can't bear to get up?
    Oh, I wish, for once, we could stay gold
    We could stay gold..."


    The last peg went in, and he slid down the new slope of the roof to land on his feet, taking a moment to straighten his back and stretch the great wings huddled there. Gooseflesh rose over his bare shoulders as the wind chilled the fresh sweat bought on by sun and exertion. His shirt was not so much a shirt but a tabard, easier to wear over the appendages he'd become so used to, and belted firmly about his waist. He could deal with the chill for the sake of comfort of movement. Cloaks were useful to hide them, providing he didn't mind looking like a crookback, but they made any sort of swift movement or flying a pain in the jacksie.

    For a few moments he rested, fishing about in the back of the cart for a waterskin, then watching the shaggy paint horse nosing and stepping in placid, seeming unawareness. Only but for the twitching and twisting of the ears he might have thought the docile beast was ignoring him. Quite suddenly he paused, lifting his head and fixing large, dark eyes on the brush towards the river.

    The Angel strolled up beside him, draping one dark arm across the white-splashed withers and taking another swig from the skin in his hand, the tune still burbling at the back of his throat while he waited, golden hues traveling languidly over trees and ferns, an insouciant smile working its way onto his stubbled jaw. For all he knew it could have been bandits, though the Gods of old knew that he'd put the fear in them enough lately. He had little enough truck for banditry and highway robbery, not that he had much worth stealing right now, except food maybe, and this being spring there was plenty enough of that to be found.

    Most people had the decency not to outright shoot an unarmed man taking a rest though, but you never knew.
    With a little concentration his gaze clouded, elsewhere, and a bubble of blue, rippling like light on sea walls, enveloped both he and the gently snorting dray. Once, he might not have thought to do that, but experience had taught him well enough that not questioning the intent of others on the road more often than not would get you hurt or killed. His family had suffered to that firsthand.

    All the same he kept the nonchalant air, lest there was some hostility out there. Never let them think that he felt threatened again.
    "Ho stranger! Bán knows you're out there, so why don't you drop the sneaky games and let's have ourselves a little chinwag, hey?"
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