History, As The Bearded Elf Has Known It.

[shiftnative 3103]

*An old, bearded elf tells a tale near the Elysium docks.*

 

History as the Bearded Elf has known it,

"I write to you the reader as I sit in a tree-top home hidden deep within the northern forests of Elandriel. An elf, like myself has lived nearly 1500 years long - watching and waiting for this realm to blossom once more. I write of myth, in-which so many have not had the pleasure to hear and I will spend the rest of my days telling it.

After the banishment of Iblees and his curse on the races of Aegis, our ancestors fled to the verge in-hopes to conquer the curses the Daemon stricken them with. They traveled north from the Verge isles that held the portal to what was later named "Asulon", meaning sanctuary.

 

Wilvan Adonan of the Sanctuary monks sent out the most safe-guarded secret of the triumvirate, Lady Eldecia - to the east in hopes that she would find and protect a new landmass to retreat to, should the curse take hold of them.
 

However, Wilvan Adonan and the rest of Asulon were unable to live long enough to prepare for such a voyage.

Humans, were withered by age and slain in combat.
Orcs, taken by battle and bloodlust.
Dwarves, consumed by greed and slain by their brethren.
Elves, unable to produce offspring - slowly withered away.

All seem lost for the races of Aegis and as the creator looked over their corpses he knew that they were not ready to overcome to curse that slew them. His gaze returned to Aegis, the land that first birthed his creations and found it fit to harbor the races once more. With a wave of the Creator's hand, soulstones returned themselves to the realm.

The monks of the cloud temple awoke first, at the foot of the old ruined temple.

They repaired the structure and as the wells of life and death were poured, soulstones begun to show themselves and as each day passed, Humans, Orcs, Dwarves and elves were slowly returned to their soulstones. Each with their own faded memory of a past they once knew."
 

[shiftnative 3103]

(( Moved paragraphs around a wee bit for clarity. ))

[Eleatic 1033]

((Native, what is this?))

[shiftnative 3103]

((Native, what is this?))

(( A myth about why there are ruins in Asulon and how life began again in Aegis ))

[Eleatic 1033]

((Aaaaah. Was confused))

[Gunner 775]

-Chet grunts, thinking too himself..-

"Elves."

[ACanadianCraft (Nate) 682]

*Allows a warm, nostalgaic grin to sweep across his face. The mention of Aegis brought back memories of Alk'Hazar and Lauralin. Memories of when he had not been wronged by any race, and when sought no combat, or to destroy them.*

"And so it was..."

[Eleatic 1033]

A rather old elf, long beard, white as snow. His eyes a violet purple, a warm smile sweeping across his lips, he puts his head down, chuckling for a good few moments, he looks to the bearded elf. Saying in a kindly manner, with no subtone of sarcasm wrought beneath,

"Lovely."

He picks himself up, bowing his head kindly to [Native], and begins to roam off, his beard swaying in them to the wind.

[shiftnative 3103]

(( For those who might be confused, ))

 

(( This is how my character has come to explain why so many awoke at the cloud temple when the server started, as well as tell why there was ruins in Asulon when we arrived. ))

[Bircalin 332]

With his arms neatly folded across his chest, a wry smile begins to form on Bircalin's lips as he leans against the worn and torn railings on the dock.

The Elf was familiar, there was no doubt about it. But many faces were familiar, after all of these years.
However the unmistakable beard clearly rested upon the Elf's face, tempting his smile to grow ever-wider.
It had been far too long since he'd heard any tale of Aegis. Far too long since he'd heard that oh-so familiar voice. Far too long, since he'd felt the comforting warmth inside Malinor's walls.

He decides to speak up with his usual tone, not wanting to pass-up the opportunity to reminisce.

"You believe that there is life yet remaining in Aegis, old one?"

[DRAGON117op 34]

E'Lizhath sits in the distance, listening to old Native speak his story, as he stands from his perch he mutters.

"It is Time Old Brothers."

He grumbles, walking away.

[Baconthief 682]

Prince Khel folds his arms behind his back and listens to the old yet familiar elf speak. He stands up tall as the ocean breeze blows his long silvery hair around. He gives the elf a professional nod as he finishes, showing an agreement between khel and the story