Thank you so much for this post Nell! Wow! Well done!

It is going to save me a lot of time and keep me from loosing my voice at the next couple of events. More power to you!

Christopher

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Fifteen years have passed in Roekron since the destruction of the Dark City and the rebirth of Celendil, capital city of the elven empire of Andionion. But it has not been a settled fifteen years. On the contrary, things have changed in many ways in Roekron over the years that have upset many of the old ways.
Civil war has erupted across Roekron with devastating impact for many nations. Most notably Temnor, who after a prolonged war with Serpenton finally feel when a crippling disease infected the nation and whipped out almost all of the fighting force. Dsesnor, Serpenton and the Wizards Trade Order are now in control of the Drakes which rather than destroying they have chosen to continue to breed in thier effort to restore order to Roekron. Eionion and Andionion, the two elven provinces openly defied the Wizards Trade Order during the Fall of the Dark City and thus the Order sought to punish them for disobeying its orders. In response a civil war broke out elven against humans and Andionion and Einion declared themselves Rebel Republics. This might have been massacre for the elves were it not for the Einion suddenly revealing a massive naval fleed of Sea Elves who had joined their republic from a distant land and who now holds the Grey Cape. Rather than waste their energy on the elven provinces, Serpenton turned on Temnor with all it's might and crushed them in the wake of the disease. Only Thunderwall remains as a stronghold of Temnor, impenitrable. During this fued Dsesnor itself had a civil war. Estorock Keep has left Dsesnor and become a Rebel Repubic under the leadership of the aged Keri Johani, his son, the legendary Keri Seldo a Fenume who it is said "has the eyes of a dragon," and the Wu Clan Samurai who have gathered to them all the most notible and honorable Samurai under one banner. They have held of both Dsesnor, Blackspire and Amir (though Amir's attacks, by order of the Wizards Trade Order have been rather half hearted). Amir has remained in the Wizards Trade Order but as it is not a major military force has been able to keep out of most of the fighting and has grown in importance due to it's being one of the only Wizards Trade Order Nations west of the Wet Mountains. Oriri also declared itself a Rebel Republic but did not last three years past the Fall of Celendil for Blackspire came down on them like a horrible wave of chaos and without aid from Serpenton they were completely overtaken. Some elves still live nomadic lives in the woods but the area is now known as The Blackspire Wastes due to the rampant destruction brought by the Blackspire Hordes who are believed to have also continued East into Teriock.
For a while Dagdeoth seemed to be sleeping, or recovering. Andionion pushed back the forces some but mostly focused on rebuilding their capital, Cenendil. The seed that was planted by the one horned beasts quickly grew into a large Yanna tree (of the type that are only found in the Sacred Grove where Feanor first landed). This tree, like the others is sentient but unlike the others radiates an aura within which evil beings cannot enter. She (the tree) calls herself Einandori and it is said she possess many of the restorative powers of her kindred though she rarely speaks to anyone, even Elven Nobles. The new Celendil has been built with the north side left open to the Celendil Forest such that Einandori does not become closed in and the city itself is a living growing place full of tree homes and palaces. Einion has also flourished with the aid of the Sea Elves. They are now one of the most powerful nations not in the Wizards Trade Order, rivaling Andionion who is worried that they will use their newfound allies to invade and take back the sacred grove as they have always wished to do. Old fueds between High Elves and Wood Elves have been rekindled and thus the two Repulics are no longer allied forces but independets. Hostor has been spared much of the devestation by Einion as well. The Sea Elf Navy kept Serpenton from invading Hostor after the Fall of the Dark City. Hostor was blamed for the failure of the spell that was suppose to keep the beasts from casting the Elder Sorcery that destroyed the Dark City. As this was in open defiance of the Wizards Trade Order, Serpenton declared War on Hostor in retaliation. The last fifteen years have seen little battle in Hostor however, as Serpenton seems to have had it's hands full destroying Temnor, and it is only now, in the last few years that the Drakes have begun to be used to circumvent the Sea Elves and make new attacks. With Temnor gone, there is little keeping Dsesnor from making it's next move to make good on it's threats towards Andionion, Einion and Hostor that it made years ago. Hostor has been trying to unit Andionion, Einion and itself into unified nation to resist Dsesnor and Dagdeoths advancements but Andionion will not join with Einion due to the fear of the loss of the Sacred Grove and thier newly aquired Yaana tree in Celendil. Hostor has also tried to pursuade Amir to join but the aged Lady Kiera Redway (the daughter of the still living but retired Lord Redway) refuses to take a side.
Estorock Keep has kept to itself as well, apparently seeing the wisdom of joining forces but not being able to bring it's people to that understanding.
Now, Dagedeoth seems to be moving again. It would seem that they have long awaited a pivotal point in the coming fueds and now would press their advantage. Long they have been working the the mountains of Svodlun in the Mithril Mines and now reports have come from the north that Krodogros is alive with the undead! Many of the Carakwaith of old legend have been seen in the old Dwarven stronghold and many theorize that Broden himself now sits on the thrown of Kraz-polar. Strange ships out of the north have been seen anchored in the Gulf of Fundrun.
For all the free people of Roekron a great sense of impending doom hovers...
but one light remains. A tall tree, growing quickly and steadily, oblivious to the chaos around her. Beneath her branches, peace is always to be found.
This is the middle Fifth Age- the age of Civil War.

Wow! Pretty exciting stuff. Any news on what happened to the Grey Isles party? Also, where will this season's events be taking place? I would imagine one of the rebel areas, but it might be interesting to get a perspective from the other side...

wow chris held me captive there, good info to know. In case it matters for any pre season events, both my and Trevors' saurges (I was lvl 18 and I think he was lvl 13) retired into the service of Revan who I know wanted to get into Celindel very badly (ancestral home and all that...) if he has moved there than so have we, and in the off chance that my saurge has access to the Yanna tree (though doubtfull I know) I want him to use his Local Historian (lvl 12) to attempt to teach the tree all the history he knows, not expecting it to talk back jus talkin to it. Also what is the political climate in Einas Mien ? Is it part of Andionion? would think so.... makes me glad I'll be ressurecting my elf at season start.

Hey guys! This is out of game knowledge, but Talys's fish babies have hatched! Unfortunately, many of them, in their rite of passage, swam out to sea and either perished or never returned. So much for my "fish baby army" idea. There are six remaining, some male and some female. Their abilities range from almost fully human to almost fully Selkie. I can only play one, so if anyone wants to be one of my kids, please PM me and we can work out the details!

Also, I'm starting to look for good baby names. I've compiled a list of water and ocean-related names that I think would work well, but if you know any others, again, please let me know.

Male Names:

Kai - Hawaiian for "Sea"
Latimer - Anglo-Saxon for "Near the Sea"
Morven - English for "Child of the Sea"
Nalu - Hawaiian for "Wave"
Andreus - Greek for "Son of the River"

Female Names:

Evadne - Greek for "Water-Nymph"
Marisa - Hebrew for "Of the Sea"
Melia - Greek for "Nymph Daughter"
Moana - Hawaiian for "Ocean"
Morwenna - English for "Sea Wave"
Nami - Japanese for "Wave"
Thalassa - Greek for "From the Sea"
Ula - Celtic for "Sea Jewel"
Vanora - Scottish for "White Wave"

Names for Either Gender:
Araxie - Armenian for "River said to inspire poetic expression"
Dooriya/Doria - English for "The Sea"
Ivria - "From the other side of the River," language unknown
Mindel - Hebrew for "Sea of Bitterness"
Nirvelli - American Indian for "Water Child"
Ryba - Slavic for "Fish"
Sachiel - Greek for "Angel of Water"
Sagara - Hindi for "Ocean"

Hey guys, anyone know what the political situation has become between the two elven nations, i know its a little tense, but does it look like it could go bad really fast?

Also what do you guys think of me playing one of Revan's kids?

wow, I think people should start diplomats now. I dont we could fight civil wars and Dagdeoth at the same time.

Huh? what was that last part you were trying to say?

I think he's trying to say that he doesn't think that the "good" countries (ie. hostor, andinion, einion ect.) or any country not allied with dagdeoth for that matter could survive both wars with each other and trying to defend against the might of dagdeoth. Ergo we need more diplomats. (way to state the obvious jake lol jka )

connacht was returning from the forges, smithing hammer at his belt and old master thorvald's praise in his ears. " Tis a fine bit o' work there connacht, ye'll be a fine smith one day, and do our hold proud." " Now run home lad, tis about dinner time and youl be wanting to show yer Da what ye made." thorvald rarely spoke more than 2 words together, so such praise was lavish by his standards, and made connacht swell with pride.

Making his way through the tunnels connacht help up the steel buckler he'd made, admiring it's shine even in the dim cavern light and running callused fingers over the embossed ironhewer crest on the front. his father would surely be filled with pride, and place it on a place of honor atop the mantle. these thoughts spurred connacht on, he could hardly wait to be home. in his mind he could almost smell the rich stew, and hearthbread fresh from the oven, and taste the cool dark ale father would surely break out to celebrate his achievement.


The sound of the drums broke him free of his daydreaming. they sounded so foriegn and unnatural, nothing like the deep, sonorous tones of the drums used to signal work shifts in the hall. It was harsh and gutteral, like the footfalls of some fell and terrible beast, it was compelling, raw, and terrifying. It sent a chill up connachts spine and set the hairs on the back of his neck to prickling. he redoubled his allready hurried pace , dashing headlong down the tunnel that would lead him home.

He barely caught sight of a shape in the tunnel ahead before he bowled straight into it, driving the air from his lungs. Time seemed to stand still for a moment as he looked upon the the scarred green skin, dark steel chain, and oddly red-dyed hands of the orc he had crashed into. Spotting the far more sinister red staining it's wickedly curved sword, he sprang into action, grasping the familiar wieght of his hammer in hand he pounded on the orcs head like a stubborn piece of steel hot from the forge. the first blow dented in the creatures helm, in instinct granted by long hours over an anvil, his hammer quickly rose and fell again, and again, in a repetitive mechanical frenzy, the fifth blow shattered the helm, and some part of connachts rational mind grumbled about the shoddy worksmanship , the sixth blow caved the side of the orcs head in like an overripe melon, the seventh served only to spray blood and bits of gray matter all over, dousing the young dwarf in a grotesque baptism. the instinctive action, the calm that had gripped him during those split seconds left him, the horror of what had just taken place overwhelmed connacht, the hammer fell from nerveless fingers as the bile rose in his throat and he retched violently, painful tears burning at his eyes and threatening to spill over and overtake him. wiping his beard off with his sleeve, and rubbing at his puffy eyes, connacht retrieved the bloody hammer, ambling quesily up the tunnel that would bring him to home and safety, those hideous drums pounding in his head.

It was not long before be came to another party of orcs, hulking brutes with dark plate armor and great imposing weapons. swallowing down his fear, young connacht raised his hammer in challenge and grasped the buckler in his other hand. " ho ho , this little stuntie thinks its a warrior ashnak, lets have fun with it." with that the orc swung its huge axe at connacht. If not for the shield it would have cleft him in twain, but the sheild caught the blow and held, the force of the mighty swing catapulted him backwards, slamming his head into the tunnel wall hard. his vision swan and his ears rang, and as the darkness consumed him, the last thing he saw was the orc advancing with a sadistic expression, rope in hand.

( i need some help from chris determining the actual location of ironhewer hall, dont want to step on any storyline toes here, the details are that it is a small holding ( no more than 600 souls at the time of the attack, in the mountain highlands, built along the lines of a fortress, but later expanded through extensive delvings, it has productive mines and a good quarry, and while small was well known for the craftsmanship of its goods. this hold was likely independant and not part of a greater dwarven nation. hope some of this helps, bear in mind this is just what feels right to me for my character, any of this is adjustable to fit plot needs. if any of you enjoyed this little tale, and would care to hear the rest of it by all means let me know and i would be only to happy to relate it. i thrive on the praise)

your humble servant

Brandon

This is only in game knowledge for me, but it is realy interesting and has spawned a need for me to learn more about the history of/about and surrounding Ravenwing.

It was an average day, only recently the Tornadoes ha massacred Amir Ford, but they had noy passed and i could now continue on with my ambitions of becoming a priestess.

I was just sitting their on the road, camping, when a balck cloacked figure approached me. He looked like he had a large hump on his back, he was quite intimidating and i was a little nervouse.

He walked up and looked at me, without saying the word, , i being the Lawful Good elvin lady that i am greeted him with a simple "Hello"

He replied, "Have you seen her."

I asked "Have i seen who"

He then said "Have you seen the Hobbit, she is a thief, she finds things, she sreals things"

I thought upon this statement for a minute, what was he talking about,m i don't know any hobbit thiefs, so i tod him, "Sorry, but i don't think that i know any hobbit thiefs"

"well if you see her, let me know"

"How will i tell you," i asked?

"Just call"

"Upon what name shall i call you?"

"Just Call Ravenwing..."

He left me, it was a very intimidating encounter.

Am I going to get "raped" again?

So you also think it is you?

You don't know I exist, but yeah. No doubt about it.

By the way, who are you telling this to? Are you talking to people in the inn, in your guild, in your party? Who?

no, this particular person doesn't, but out of game i do. i am just puttng it out there, have no perminent party, living on the road, not noticed my many, i geuss im probably just telling my Husband and kids, and will probably write it down after i get a lvl in reading and writing.