Archon Basileus
First Post
Four decades ago, old Alessa would still crown the valley with the busy noise of peasants and laborers, as the fields lined up their crops to as far as the eye could see. With blood, sweat and tears, alesssians had done their best to build a city on the outskirts of southern Laholt, a region known for its savage, uncultured ways.
At least, that was the human perspective on the topic.
For the Wylders, this area was an oasis amidst the many enterprises conducted by human hands. Here the land was always strong, bearing fruits of legendary quality. Elfic communities inhabited the area for at least nine hundred years, the blink of an eye for their race, but enough to define or break a small human nation. Unwilling to bend towards violence, the elves accepted human presence in the area. At first, they flourished together, but time would show that mankind is not to be trusted...
After a great offense and an alliance destroyed, the elves decided to put in motion a plan to remove mankind from their lands once and for all. As the story goes, the loveliest damsel among the elves was promised to a human nobleman as the crowning of an everlasting alliance. The envious heart of the alessan doge drove him towards the damsel, though, and with treachery and fury, he took her for himself. She was found dead upon a slab within elfic woods, her broken body bathed by the silvered sadness of the moon.
The vengeance the elves perpetrated was nothing short of poetic. From the deepest recesses of their woods they summoned the savage satyrs. Instead of brewing war against their opponents, they'd curse them to chaos and madness, as the satyrs used ther charms to seduce the citizens of Alessa, throwing one against the other. In the end, the city destroyed itself, and the brutal satyrs took the land for themselves, turning the old walls of Alessa into their hovel of lust.
It seems, though, that fate would not let this act unpunished.
The lords of the land, the most prominent amidst the satyrs and elves that now inhabit the ruins of Alessa, are powerless to fight a strange desease. It is very selective, and afflicts only those of high strength and purpose. Some have disappeared after contracting the strange desease, while others are just too weak to continue.
You have been called here to help uncover the mystery behind this odd affliction.
- Fintir and Aranel, the settlement of Alessa is a close ally to your respective communities. They send their desperate pleas and beg for the aid of the renowned heroes in order to rid Alessa of their suffering. Should they accept, they are asked to meet the satyr hero Goliath at the old alessan southern aqueduct.
- Daxio Flynn, your old bosom friend, the nomad satyr Goliath, fell in Alessa under the strange disease. Knowing of your presence nearby, he sends a message, asking for your swift intervention.
- Zyara Kyloni, through careful meditation your order was led to believe that Alessa is under a spiritual siege. In dreams the elders have seen the pull of demonic influence descending over the hovel of lust, menacing to engulf elves and satyrs into their twisted plots. Whispers feel their dreams, and soon enough they reach Zyara's sleep as well. A single name can be remembered as she awakens, a name for a satyr hero: Goliath.
[MENTION=24380]Neurotic[/MENTION] [MENTION=6801311]KahlessNestor[/MENTION] [MENTION=4936]Shayuri[/MENTION] [MENTION=813]jmucchiello[/MENTION]
At least, that was the human perspective on the topic.
For the Wylders, this area was an oasis amidst the many enterprises conducted by human hands. Here the land was always strong, bearing fruits of legendary quality. Elfic communities inhabited the area for at least nine hundred years, the blink of an eye for their race, but enough to define or break a small human nation. Unwilling to bend towards violence, the elves accepted human presence in the area. At first, they flourished together, but time would show that mankind is not to be trusted...
After a great offense and an alliance destroyed, the elves decided to put in motion a plan to remove mankind from their lands once and for all. As the story goes, the loveliest damsel among the elves was promised to a human nobleman as the crowning of an everlasting alliance. The envious heart of the alessan doge drove him towards the damsel, though, and with treachery and fury, he took her for himself. She was found dead upon a slab within elfic woods, her broken body bathed by the silvered sadness of the moon.
The vengeance the elves perpetrated was nothing short of poetic. From the deepest recesses of their woods they summoned the savage satyrs. Instead of brewing war against their opponents, they'd curse them to chaos and madness, as the satyrs used ther charms to seduce the citizens of Alessa, throwing one against the other. In the end, the city destroyed itself, and the brutal satyrs took the land for themselves, turning the old walls of Alessa into their hovel of lust.
It seems, though, that fate would not let this act unpunished.
The lords of the land, the most prominent amidst the satyrs and elves that now inhabit the ruins of Alessa, are powerless to fight a strange desease. It is very selective, and afflicts only those of high strength and purpose. Some have disappeared after contracting the strange desease, while others are just too weak to continue.
You have been called here to help uncover the mystery behind this odd affliction.
- Fintir and Aranel, the settlement of Alessa is a close ally to your respective communities. They send their desperate pleas and beg for the aid of the renowned heroes in order to rid Alessa of their suffering. Should they accept, they are asked to meet the satyr hero Goliath at the old alessan southern aqueduct.
- Daxio Flynn, your old bosom friend, the nomad satyr Goliath, fell in Alessa under the strange disease. Knowing of your presence nearby, he sends a message, asking for your swift intervention.
- Zyara Kyloni, through careful meditation your order was led to believe that Alessa is under a spiritual siege. In dreams the elders have seen the pull of demonic influence descending over the hovel of lust, menacing to engulf elves and satyrs into their twisted plots. Whispers feel their dreams, and soon enough they reach Zyara's sleep as well. A single name can be remembered as she awakens, a name for a satyr hero: Goliath.
[MENTION=24380]Neurotic[/MENTION] [MENTION=6801311]KahlessNestor[/MENTION] [MENTION=4936]Shayuri[/MENTION] [MENTION=813]jmucchiello[/MENTION]
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