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<blockquote data-quote="MarauderX" data-source="post: 1979153" data-attributes="member: 9990"><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><strong><u>Session 26 Interlude: Waiting for Spring</u></strong></span></p><p></p><p>This is the news from the fall, winter and spring's onset that stands out from the ordinary, and is known by nearly everyone in the Kingdom of Correl. </p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong><u>Elarith & Kargam news</u></strong></span></p><p></p><p>The matriarch of Elarith, Lady Emmoeve, stepped aside as the proven rightful heir to the sacred Wooded Throne had returned. This new elven ruler returned from places unknown after he was informed that he was of the noble blood line. He is known as Lord Dor’baun, and his motives are not yet clear. His hair has turned pure white and he wears it over the scarred right side of his face. His black robes are layered deep and his sinuous arms protrude to starkly contrast his milky skin against the dark cloth. He wears a face full of tension and bellows questions as though they were commands. To the elves he is a spitting image of the last royal ruler of the elves, Litaniliri, who had died fifty years ago. </p><p></p><p>The old elven ambassador, Minister Mayrith, had many a story to tell about Elarith, but it was a rare occasion such as this that he did. Mayrith’s eyes seemed dark and hollowed, and his face was of resigned duty and sadness. His shoulders drooped and he often leaned on his staff. Crowds had gathered around the castle to hear him speak. </p><p></p><p>“I remember it as if it were only a ten-day ago. The elven queen Litaseania gave birth to twins, fairly common for our people, but a grave omen of division by any seer’s account. For fear of the elven nation’s future she divided them shortly after their birth. Knowing that if the lost twin was to ever return and the truth would be known the consequences would be severe, she spoiled the right side of the baby’s face with fire, scarring him forever. With a face so marred she had hoped he would never be recognized as an heir to the Wooded Throne. She was so afraid of him that she had also refused to give him a name. I dubbed him castaway, or Sa’maw. </p><p></p><p>“I was the one who was responsible for hiding him far away from the world, far from any who might see through his marred face to his inner destiny. For it I gave up my home of Elarith for a languid lifestyle in Kargam, a city full of vibrant humans. I got exactly what I wanted, to get away from the twisted Queen and her corrupting influence, and to live my days in carefree joy. </p><p></p><p>“Where would I send him, you might ask. I sought out our brethren beneath the earth, those in the everlasting dark of caves and tunnels. An agent of mine found them locked in their own affairs far beneath the surface. And so to them I had Sa’maw delivered. I received a gesture that the deed had been done, and that they knew he was of the royal bloodline. And then I tried to forget what I had done. For five centuries I had begged for my memory of it to fade while I immersed myself in the affairs of men and their strife with the world and each other. </p><p></p><p>“Queen Litaseania died two centuries after I left and her remaining son, Litaniliri, ascended to replace her. After a century he was joined with Lady Emmoeve and they lived for a long time together before starting to part after no heir was had. It was then that he became ill with a wasting disease, nothing which the high priests could cure. Litaniliri’s body decayed in front of all to see, though he tried to remain strong by appearing daily in Elarith for all to see. Finally he could no longer stand as his skin turned yellow and red and he spent his last few months behind white veils. </p><p></p><p>Fifty years ago he died, with no heir, and Lady Emmoeve was given the title of matriarch for the elven realm. Strong magical ceremonies were used to seek out the next heir, but it was determined that although there were many bloodlines, none were sufficient to be appointed the next heir. I knew why the magic failed, that there was another still alive that still had claim to the Wooded Throne. And he was stowed far beneath the earth. </p><p></p><p>“Under Lady Emmoeve the elves lived peacefully for fifty years as they had little concern for a centralized governorship. None of the royal descendants challenged her rule, and every year or so the same ritual was performed to see if a new successor would be named. Nothing changed and many were content with Lady Emmoeve’s soft rule. Trade negotiations and dealings with other races were often postponed repeatedly as she had never felt responsible to make decisions that should be left to the royal bloodline. </p><p></p><p>“Lord Dor’baun hid his face from all under a silver mask, and he had returned to find his ancestry. Allegedly he came through Kargam on his way to Elarith. He revealed himself in the elven city as seeking out why magic wracked his body annually for the last fifty years. He had traced the source to Elarith and now demanded that his condition be cured. Dor’baun was recognized by some before the magical ceremony was performed once again. Magic light surrounded his body, and he was immediately declared the rightful heir, much to everyone’s surprise. Loyal to ancient magic, Lady Emmoeve rose from the Wooded Throne and granted Dor’baun his rightful place. </p><p></p><p>“Now, what morals does this new King Dor’baun have after centuries in the dark? Who raised this elf from an infant child to become the man he is today? It is our dark brethren, the Drow. And there is none more responsible for this than me. I had given up on my people long ago, turning one wicked deed to another, and now we will see what our sins have sown.”</p><p></p><p>Minister Mayrith then slumped out of sight and the noise of the crowd rose slowly with speculation. </p><p></p><p>In the days following, many in the whole of Kargam took a paranoid stance, thinking that the elves would finally unveil their secrets of war and magic. Marquis Hoil gave several speeches on the matter, exclaiming that he and the other barons did not hold sway over a people who govern themselves. He openly admitted that he did not know what was happening or what would come of it, but that he would be patient until the new Lord Dor’baun was ready to talk. </p><p></p><p>Since then it has been over four months and the elves continue to trade with Kargam and other human towns freely. Elarith is still a peaceful place as many of the dark rumors about Dor’baun had dried up. Many of the nomadic elven tribes settled through the winter and it seems as though Lord Dor’baun was learning much about his own people. His mentality was much different from the rest of the elves, as his hunger for knowledge seemed to be insatiable. The elven lord hasn’t revealed anything about future plans or political dealings with the barons, and it doesn’t seem as though he will for some time to come. </p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong><u>News from Suln</u></strong></span></p><p></p><p>The Kingdom’s Capital increased shipping trade again as a new shipyard was completed on the north side of the city. The nearby high elves assisted with several new ships to create vessels with sleeker lines to assist with speed. Halfling crews have turned out to be more profitable as savvy entrepreneurs and small crews to load a ship with more materials since piracy has been dormant along the coast. Suln and many of the other trade cities along the coast have been shipping steadily to many islands in the southwest. </p><p></p><p>The King has finally decided to wed, and the woman is outside of the nobility of Suln which has caused a stir. In the coming spring a celebration is planned to be held in Suln, though the exact date has yet to be made official. His bride-to-be is called a barbarian by some, as she was raised by her father in the northlands. The church of Pelor and Heironious have grumbled about wedding the King with such a 'heathen' though they still vie to perform the ceremony. </p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong><u>Shen Jin & Beyond</u></strong></span></p><p></p><p>The Empire of Shen Jin, east of the Oton Peaks, has remained constant, and it is heard that they are attempting to purge many of the monstrous threats that are in the shadow of the mountains. Their trade with the dwarves of silk and hops for gems and metals continues to slightly increase.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="MarauderX, post: 1979153, member: 9990"] [SIZE=4][B][U]Session 26 Interlude: Waiting for Spring[/U][/B][/SIZE] This is the news from the fall, winter and spring's onset that stands out from the ordinary, and is known by nearly everyone in the Kingdom of Correl. [SIZE=3][B][U]Elarith & Kargam news[/U][/B][/SIZE] The matriarch of Elarith, Lady Emmoeve, stepped aside as the proven rightful heir to the sacred Wooded Throne had returned. This new elven ruler returned from places unknown after he was informed that he was of the noble blood line. He is known as Lord Dor’baun, and his motives are not yet clear. His hair has turned pure white and he wears it over the scarred right side of his face. His black robes are layered deep and his sinuous arms protrude to starkly contrast his milky skin against the dark cloth. He wears a face full of tension and bellows questions as though they were commands. To the elves he is a spitting image of the last royal ruler of the elves, Litaniliri, who had died fifty years ago. The old elven ambassador, Minister Mayrith, had many a story to tell about Elarith, but it was a rare occasion such as this that he did. Mayrith’s eyes seemed dark and hollowed, and his face was of resigned duty and sadness. His shoulders drooped and he often leaned on his staff. Crowds had gathered around the castle to hear him speak. “I remember it as if it were only a ten-day ago. The elven queen Litaseania gave birth to twins, fairly common for our people, but a grave omen of division by any seer’s account. For fear of the elven nation’s future she divided them shortly after their birth. Knowing that if the lost twin was to ever return and the truth would be known the consequences would be severe, she spoiled the right side of the baby’s face with fire, scarring him forever. With a face so marred she had hoped he would never be recognized as an heir to the Wooded Throne. She was so afraid of him that she had also refused to give him a name. I dubbed him castaway, or Sa’maw. “I was the one who was responsible for hiding him far away from the world, far from any who might see through his marred face to his inner destiny. For it I gave up my home of Elarith for a languid lifestyle in Kargam, a city full of vibrant humans. I got exactly what I wanted, to get away from the twisted Queen and her corrupting influence, and to live my days in carefree joy. “Where would I send him, you might ask. I sought out our brethren beneath the earth, those in the everlasting dark of caves and tunnels. An agent of mine found them locked in their own affairs far beneath the surface. And so to them I had Sa’maw delivered. I received a gesture that the deed had been done, and that they knew he was of the royal bloodline. And then I tried to forget what I had done. For five centuries I had begged for my memory of it to fade while I immersed myself in the affairs of men and their strife with the world and each other. “Queen Litaseania died two centuries after I left and her remaining son, Litaniliri, ascended to replace her. After a century he was joined with Lady Emmoeve and they lived for a long time together before starting to part after no heir was had. It was then that he became ill with a wasting disease, nothing which the high priests could cure. Litaniliri’s body decayed in front of all to see, though he tried to remain strong by appearing daily in Elarith for all to see. Finally he could no longer stand as his skin turned yellow and red and he spent his last few months behind white veils. Fifty years ago he died, with no heir, and Lady Emmoeve was given the title of matriarch for the elven realm. Strong magical ceremonies were used to seek out the next heir, but it was determined that although there were many bloodlines, none were sufficient to be appointed the next heir. I knew why the magic failed, that there was another still alive that still had claim to the Wooded Throne. And he was stowed far beneath the earth. “Under Lady Emmoeve the elves lived peacefully for fifty years as they had little concern for a centralized governorship. None of the royal descendants challenged her rule, and every year or so the same ritual was performed to see if a new successor would be named. Nothing changed and many were content with Lady Emmoeve’s soft rule. Trade negotiations and dealings with other races were often postponed repeatedly as she had never felt responsible to make decisions that should be left to the royal bloodline. “Lord Dor’baun hid his face from all under a silver mask, and he had returned to find his ancestry. Allegedly he came through Kargam on his way to Elarith. He revealed himself in the elven city as seeking out why magic wracked his body annually for the last fifty years. He had traced the source to Elarith and now demanded that his condition be cured. Dor’baun was recognized by some before the magical ceremony was performed once again. Magic light surrounded his body, and he was immediately declared the rightful heir, much to everyone’s surprise. Loyal to ancient magic, Lady Emmoeve rose from the Wooded Throne and granted Dor’baun his rightful place. “Now, what morals does this new King Dor’baun have after centuries in the dark? Who raised this elf from an infant child to become the man he is today? It is our dark brethren, the Drow. And there is none more responsible for this than me. I had given up on my people long ago, turning one wicked deed to another, and now we will see what our sins have sown.” Minister Mayrith then slumped out of sight and the noise of the crowd rose slowly with speculation. In the days following, many in the whole of Kargam took a paranoid stance, thinking that the elves would finally unveil their secrets of war and magic. Marquis Hoil gave several speeches on the matter, exclaiming that he and the other barons did not hold sway over a people who govern themselves. He openly admitted that he did not know what was happening or what would come of it, but that he would be patient until the new Lord Dor’baun was ready to talk. Since then it has been over four months and the elves continue to trade with Kargam and other human towns freely. Elarith is still a peaceful place as many of the dark rumors about Dor’baun had dried up. Many of the nomadic elven tribes settled through the winter and it seems as though Lord Dor’baun was learning much about his own people. His mentality was much different from the rest of the elves, as his hunger for knowledge seemed to be insatiable. The elven lord hasn’t revealed anything about future plans or political dealings with the barons, and it doesn’t seem as though he will for some time to come. [SIZE=3][B][U]News from Suln[/U][/B][/SIZE] The Kingdom’s Capital increased shipping trade again as a new shipyard was completed on the north side of the city. The nearby high elves assisted with several new ships to create vessels with sleeker lines to assist with speed. Halfling crews have turned out to be more profitable as savvy entrepreneurs and small crews to load a ship with more materials since piracy has been dormant along the coast. Suln and many of the other trade cities along the coast have been shipping steadily to many islands in the southwest. The King has finally decided to wed, and the woman is outside of the nobility of Suln which has caused a stir. In the coming spring a celebration is planned to be held in Suln, though the exact date has yet to be made official. His bride-to-be is called a barbarian by some, as she was raised by her father in the northlands. The church of Pelor and Heironious have grumbled about wedding the King with such a 'heathen' though they still vie to perform the ceremony. [SIZE=3][B][U]Shen Jin & Beyond[/U][/B][/SIZE] The Empire of Shen Jin, east of the Oton Peaks, has remained constant, and it is heard that they are attempting to purge many of the monstrous threats that are in the shadow of the mountains. Their trade with the dwarves of silk and hops for gems and metals continues to slightly increase. [/QUOTE]
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