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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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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!


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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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    Belle de les nuits d'été; Sovereign Party - Open to all!
    Topic Started: Jul 10 2015, 04:59 PM (1,410 Views)
    Aniketos
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    Unter friedlichen Umständen fällt der kriegerische Mensch über sich selber her.

    kist


    They were reunited and it was amazing. They knocked over a bunch of glasses which broke all around them like a tide crashing up against the rocks. Then there was that awesome limerick, at which Kist laughed the loudest. Still laughing, squealing, she was swept up onto Foojoe's shoulders, a bottle thrust into her hand and godsdamn, she was set. She was fuckin' set.

    She took a swig from the bottle and sputtered at the strength of what she'd been given, and, at the burning in her throat, at the sheer joy soaring in her chest, heating her stomach, she cheered raucously. Suddenly consumed by emotion, she fell forward and hugged her arms around Foojoe's head, wrapping around him like a ball and weighing on him gratuitously. Somehow she managed to not spill her drink. "Gods!" she squealed, "I missed you so much." Then, as she let go and sat more evenly on his shoulders, steadying herself by gripping one of his horns (how this looked to others, she did not know; most people couldn't see his true form due to an illusion).

    "Wait, I got a limerick for you," she said into his fuzzy ear. "Well, for erryone actually," she said, slurring her words a little.

    She sat up straight to proclaim to the crowd, which lapped about her feet like a tide:

    "There once was a man from Re–"

    But just then, a nearby man, some fuckass, started laughing so loudly that no one could hear her. Kist stared at him peevishly, gripping her bottle tight. An urge, a horrible urge, rose up in her, and she could feel magic rising up to meet it. Gods, she knew the way to hurt people now, and she could do it, right here. She half-remembered now the destruction she – or her body, used by the Provider – had wrought about the City of Oracles.

    But no, she thought, That would really put a damper on the joke.

    The magic was there though, bubbling up from all the cracks in her spirit. Sitting rigid as a pole on Foo's shoulders, she turned her eyes up, stretching out her throat straight to the sky. Searing worse than any alcohol came power, coming slowly at first, and then swimming right up out of her mouth and soaring into the sky: a ball of crackling lightning, which shot up amongst the trees and burst with a resounding crack. Jagged bolts of light tickled the trees and with its flash froze the party for just a moment. Then, just as quickly as it had come, it had gone, and the crowd was utterly silent. This had all happened, though she didn't know it, the moment after her father had finished his beautiful aria, so at least she didn't interrupt that, and now she had her own position in the spotlight.

    Arms wide as she proclaimed to all:

    "There once was a man from Reine,
    Who had a horrible sprain,
    'By the gods,' quoth he,
    'I can't even pee;
    I swear I'll never fuck goats again!"

    aniketos


    Aniketos laughed. "And you think I usually wear get-ups like this? Goodness, everyone's all dressed and everyone's drunk. No one here is dancing well!" He made to sweep in at her at this dramatic line, his arms opened to her, but she stopped him with a few terse words and a glare. He was definitely still sober enough to still catch the threat latent in her words, in her body. "Duly noted. No funny business, one dance. Well, shall we?"

    Without really waiting for a reply, he swept her into the dance, though he really had a hard time finding the beat. Was this supposed to be a waltz, a siciliano, a quadrille, a saltarello? The musicians were all over the place. Stumbling his way through a confused waltz, spinning Shiro around a few times and probably stepping on her toes (for which he constantly apologised), he cursed the musicians for not knowing what they were doing. Couldn't they just decide?

    As they spun around in their dance, Aniketos caught sight of the singer, who, from the sound of his voice, was not what he expected. He had been assuming, what with the buttery smooth tones, that tenderness and passion, that it would be some...well...professional. But this person was...what was with that skirt? He kept putting together flashes of the soloist every time he and Shiro did a rotation.

    "Gods be good, look at the singer," he said once he noticed that the man had the words 'STONKING GREAT TITS' painted on his chest, "Just...look. It's amazing." He began to laugh, craning over Shiro's shoulder a little more before looking at her again, grinning widely. "Oh," he said, with a trill of laughter, "It is so good to be out in the world, don't you think?"

    When the song finished, Aniketos bent her over and practically dropped her in the process. If it had succeeded, he probably would have been killed for the intimacy of that move, but it instead turned into a snorting, giggling affair, and he had to help her back up onto her feet. He apologised again, still laughing, and then looped his arm easily into hers, saying, "No! It's not a dance. Let's look at the singer. Meet him, I mean."

    He guided her along, then let go of her to sweep two glasses of wine off a nearby tray. He thrust one into her hand without asking and swigged at the other. Just as Aniketos came up to the singer and began to say, "That was a beau-" there was a flash of light, a fizzle and a tremendous CRACK! Aniketos was so surprised that he jumped and sloshed some wine down his enormous dress. There, raised high as a prophet over the crowd, a slightly glowy girl recited a crude and slightly a-rhythmic limerick.

    Aniketos' heart was still beating fast, but when the limerick was over, he was one of the people who decided to cheer and applaud. When things quieted down, he turned to the singer and said, "Well, as I was about to say: that was a beautiful song, and you have lovely voice." Then he added, suddenly coquettish, "And I simply love your dress."
    Edited by Aniketos, Nov 4 2015, 05:40 PM.
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    Calliope
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    Goddess of Erth'netora

    Calliope absorbed Galena's painfully beautiful face, which reminded her of a doll with large eyes and rosy cheeks on a smooth porcelain face. The younger nymph looked her age, still a little sapling, only just a sprout. The empty bottles set on the table sitting directly to the Councilor's side had not gone unnoticed. Having felt the growing pit of longing forming in the other nymph's stomach as though it were her very own, it was evident that there was something on Galena's mind, something weighing her down and disheartening her.

    It was terribly difficult for the jealousy flickering in her green eyes to go unnoticed by anyone who was paying the smallest bit of attention, the thought of Sophia with someone else clearly making her blood boil. Yet, there was a fierce determination in her emerald eyes, as well. She was strong, but Calliope feared Galena was not powerful enough for what was about to happen.

    "My, my," Calliope said, turning away from Sophia so that Galena could appreciate her cheeky smile to its full extent. "As crooked as a politician, I see. Is someone jealous?"

    Calliope wondered if the woman longed to flee back into the kitchen with several full bottles of wine under the arm.... or if she wanted to use those bottles to bash them over the opposite nymph's head. She sipped from a glass of wine, stolen on their way over as a servant passed them with a tray full, taking in the clashing of the chemicals as the pot was stirred.

    "It is discouraging to think how many people are so outrageously shocked by an honest heart than by deceit."

    A bow. So carefully administered it was that one could almost describe it as chivalrous.

    "Ah, but what's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. But if my Lord wishes to know..."

    "Count Caelian," she said, bowing low and graceful before Galena, then rose back up to full height with a coy smile on her lips. "At your service."

    The three of them were so well dressed and so attractive, there was no doubt they were a sight for sore eyes for the entire party. The perfume-like scent of the Councilor filled the air and though her heart was thumping like a galloping horse and her thoughts were nothing short of chaos, a sense of calm was forced over the woman's features.
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