Reforging
I have seen the destruction of my home Floralanthus lays in ruin. The once green vibrant forest teeming with life know dead and tainted by evil to unspeakable. My kin have christened the fallen wood Mael-Lanthus the black lands. human simple call it darkened vale It is as if the very shadow have absorbed the wood in a twilight version.
The iron gauntlet did there job well cursing the earth in such a way that the elves could never call it home again. Yet their attempt to destroy us utterly has only stirred the elves like never before.
The Iron Gauntlet could not stop us from escaping to the Fey Realm hidden by Tithtania during the first drow and elf wars. Nor could they stop us from finding our kin in the high city of Elrond. Elves once again ride the rodes and mix with the races clasping hands and rekindling the fires of friendship and brotherhood.
Elven tales can be heard in taverns and halls next to dwarves. Elven music is at it's zenith hand the elf langauage once again flourish amongest the folk of Aerbor.
Human children gasp at the sight of our stature and our curved half-moon shaped ears, only to laugh playfully and tug at our long cloaks and banners.
The Iron Gauntlet wished to strike us from the world. They had with to commit genocide on a whole race of people for a wrong done long ago through the mists of time. What they have succeed in doing is adding fire to a torch long thought snuffed out. In the attempt to destroy us they have given rise to an elven rebrith and Aerbor has never seen it like.
Spirit Hawkfellow
High Captain of Celos-Lanthus
Taka ros Dan band of the hawk
Ceremony of the great tree
The elves of floralanthus escaped the desecration of their wood and travel west in Varanguard. For twelve months during the year the sojourn commences. Through out Aerbor the call goes out to all the clans to meet on the eve of Lightborn in the month of nimbul. The great eclipse is celebrated by the elves as the death of the old year and the birth of a new year.
Within the Aerboriddium forest near fabled Nyth Mountain. The elves plant Regysdal the seed of the earth tree as the eclipse ends and the magic of the tree opens a large planar gate in the Fey Realm.
The forest once dead in the throes of winter now becomes alive as Regysdal awakens the valley of the dreams. The elves fond Celos-Lanthus (the earth city) to replace the home they recently lost.
I am lucky to invited to this great event not knowing what to expect. The years have been hard on the elves us much as us. We humans understand change better than the elves in our life change comes often quickly. Not so for the elves who are immortal. Or so the legends say or people believe
Their life spans are as long as their height and their courage know no bounds. Some may think they are gods
But I know better. They are like men and dwarves. Gallant brave fearless untiring to a cause and quick to laugh. I have seen them in battle I have seen their sword play and magic kill or have seen them be killed. The elves might live
Forever but they are mortals and travel to Mandos the afterlife like you
Or I. Seeing the reforging of their homeland leaves my heart lighter. Knowing their footsteps echo through the trails and the groves reminds me how
much they are apart of the world and not seperated from it like so many think. we humans classify the elves as highborn
Or low born because of the difficulty of their names. Yet these noble creatures are all highborn.
I am glad to know they are still with us guarding
The world and it ancient secretes it would be a
Darker place indeed if we all had to face the coming night without them.
Ravius steelstrike member of
The seven soldiers if steel "serpent windstrike-chronicles of steel"
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