The High Prince of Malinor and the Story of Laurelin

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The High Prince of Malinor and the Story of Laurelin

As written by an anonymous Druid 

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     A powerful Arch Druid from one of Malinor's eldest cities in the first age came to Aegis to help the Monks of The cloud Temple and a few surviving families at the coming of the Second Age. An aspirational wood-elf referred to as "Native" was among a surviving colony of wood-elves during this time and he sought to use his knowledge of creating homes within treetops to protect those who were hoped to return to their soulstones at the Aegis Temple after the great war.

 

     The wood-elf sought the Druid, and found him near the cobblestone spires to the west of the Aegis Temple. They set off on foot to a mountain gorge he had come across that would act as a natural barrier to potential foe's. Once they arrived, the Druid wandered around in the valley reaching into a pouch on his hip every so often and scratching his head before dropping a seed. He showed Native the seeds within the pouch and they had tiny, intricate vines woven around them - with a shine very similar to glow stone. Whilst Native's guild of builders were creating the city’s wall and pathways, the old druid continued to walk along and casually drop the seeds in areas with his gnarled crook in-hand. In a matter of moments, trees begun to grow exponentially! It seemed as though the tree's grew faster the taller they got and soon the canopy raised hundreds of feet above them. A wonderful sight, the leaves sprung out of the branches with a burst of the similar glowstone glow. Bits of dust swirled down from the tree tops and faded away as they neared the forest floor.

 

     There was still however, a large clearing in the center of the grove. "This of course is for the Mother Tree" The druid exclaimed. He then grabbed a bit of parchment from his satchel and looked over at me reassuringly. The Arch Druid walked to the center of the clearing, and began to cast a powerful spell upon one of the seeds. Leaves suddenly whirled around him for a short moment and fell to the ground. The tree's trunk sprouted around him, and he was no longer in view. Native was rather frightened when he saw this, hoping the druid hadn't casted the spell incorrectly. As The Mother Tree grew to its final height, he saw a small opening halfway up the tree. Low and behold, the Arch Druid stood in the opening proclaiming "This is where a stone altar shall lay".

 

     Once the rest of the smaller tree's were done growing, The builders guild & Native climbed up the trees with packs of wooden planks and began setting down the first few platforms. In time, Laurelin had become one of the Finest Cities of Malinor and to think it had all begun with just a pouch of seeds and a pinch of Druid Magic.

 

Edited December 5, 2018 by Fihalen