The Exodus of Malin's Flock

[Minuvas 3193]

Rumors and sightings in the West

 

 The body of Minuvas, seen as gaunt and Ill had finished it's travels from the Ebonwood.

 

Onlookers who may have seen the procession would have noted the sickly look to the Elf, unsure if it was a corpse being escorted to the grave or a living descendant.  

 

The Ebonwood people, friends of Minuvas and adherants to the way of Malin led the great procession of Elves from the former Imperial territory where they lived. 

 

By Malin's Will the people suffered no assault or ambush, having to ferry across perilous water travel, and hostile foreign forests.  Traveling along paths used by the very people of Elvenesse that seemed intent to kill their  leader. Uruks roamed the wilderness, looking for Elysians - though no doubt would also have liked to have befouled the Elven people. 

 

Enduring the hardships of the road, the month long journey saw the Elves  had arrived finally.....

 

 

In Vortice. 

 

The great procession came to an end. The hiding, the scurrying, waiting for patrols to pass - they had arrived in Talon's port pleading with their Elven leader to take them in. 

 

The Benevolent Lenora , took them all in. Minuvas' body taken somewhere unknown. The refugees began to fill Vortice streets with anticipation of the future, fond remembrance of Ilandria, and as they were approaching half the year with no sign of Minuvas health improving. They now called for healers and doctors across the realm to come look at the Elf. Malin's flock would live in exile this day, but their eyes already looked to the horizon. 

[SteppeNomad 1624]

Steering his vessel in the shallows of that darkened swamp, a tanned sailor looks inwards to the lights and floating lanterns of Vortice "May those elves find Succor in these Krugmenistani Holylands, and our wills of bronze be tempered hard in the hammers of trial"