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D F Angel

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It was magic that had not been seen in a hundred generations, not since the dawn times where aeons passed like moments in the eyes of those primordial and luminous beings who walked the virgin earth. There were few whose memories stretched back so far; the drakelords and the mountain spirits, and those of their magnificent ilk. But the great and noble races of this earth treasured their heritage dearly, and in the houses of lore and towers of the arcane, figures powerful and wise poured over ancient manuscripts.

Bright day had faded to cloudless night, yet a night which was blighted by a phenomena observed the world over. Sailors and sages alike floundered, whilst scientists and sorcerers hurried to record what they saw. For the night's sky they saw was not their own. Someone had treated it as a blank canvas, and rewrought the stars anew.

The next night, the stars of the mundane world had returned to normal. But for those quick witted enough to map out the changed sky they had witnessed, there was depicted in new constellations glyphs of a near prehistoric nature. Consulting what documentation remained of the Age of Wonders, translations were made. The glyphs were a message, written in the forgotten script of Eleandir. A summons. The elflords were returning.

They had been called high elves, for they built grand towers to be closer to the quintessent aetherium whose distilled nature helped govern the elements and shape raw magic. Harnessing the power of the cosmos, they gave their very cities flight. Soon, even this was a trivial task for them, and the elflords of Eleandir grew tired of the limitations of this opaque world. They took their cities beyond the realm of night, out into the endless void. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

29-Jun-2020 02:44:01

D F Angel

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Many of their great feats of architecture remain to this day. One such was named the Crystalline Forest, for it was acres and acres of towering structures of silver glass. It had been claimed and counterclaimed innumerable times over the intervening millennia, by orcish warlords and dwarven kings, by dragon priests and fey deities, by creatures of shadow and of light and of moving metal. It was a long and bloody history, and yet, still, the Crystalline Forest remained. It was a structure so vast that a thousand wars had not managed to pierce to its heart and besmirch its entirety.

Countless centuries of bloodshed had led to a truce of sorts. So many major powers had chosen to prove themselves mighty by claiming this land, that it became common knowledge that to hold the Crystalline Forest was to guarantee your inevitable fall. The great powers avoided it, calling it the Bane of Empires. Smaller beings, less wilful and warlike, crept in. In this peacetime, beings that had squatted on the outskirts of the annals of history could finally rise up and stake a claim to legend.

Pansilenus was the name of the city of the satyrs which sat at the heart of the Crystalline Forest. It was the first grand citadel ever to be built by these humble folk, and their accomplishment would soon lead to the attraction of prying eyes. Already, those modest and peaceful folk had turned their mind to future wars, and the satyrs of Pansilenus had started to accumulate arcane knowledge to themselves. It was the cycle of birthing new nations that the Crystalline Forest had accommodated for a thousand-thousand years. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

29-Jun-2020 02:44:53

D F Angel

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The civilisation of the satyrs was not yet ready to contest the great powers of the world, but the eyes of the world had fallen upon them. In the pre-dawn time when gods still roamed the world, the floating city of Eleandir had made its home above the Crystalline Forest. The tomes of antiquity all agreed this was the last site of the elflords of old.

And with the summons given, the most elite beings of the era were converging on Pansilenus. Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

29-Jun-2020 02:45:06

D F Angel

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Open Candour

Welcome, one and all, to The Great Council. This is a high fantasy setting wherein the high elves, (the elflords of Eleandir,) beings of great magical ability who had left the world aeons ago to pursue the higher mysteries, have announced their return to the world and summoned those capable of decoding their message to the city of Pansilenus within the Crystalline Forest for some unknown reason. The greatest mages, warriors and champions of the era are taking up the call.

I am happily ceding creative control of the other races and cultures of the world to those joining. Please feel free to make your characters powerful and wondrous; this is a Golden Age and the empires which dot the realm are at their zenith. However if you want to be one of the lucky few 'normal' heroes that happened to stumble upon a translation of the summons, then that's more than fine too!

All the rules are just the usual; feel free to post! Hags be hagglin', gods be god damn crazy, it's all happening ogre at Into The Fire

29-Jun-2020 02:45:40

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