Settled on the Western side of a canyon, the burg of Erenhadi is home to silvaries led by the deceased Lady Erendira Lindt.This burg wasn’t built by a canyon by accident, as it has ancient burial grounds, which are of great importance to the people of Erenhadi and its successor. Erenhadi, The town itself looked graceful. With its wheat straw rooftops, ash wood walls, and fields of farmland, it has a heavenly atmosphere.The main attraction is the armory built 1530 years ago and designed by high elves. Erenhadi has a tormented economy, which is mainly supported by engineering, trade, and wood production. But their biggest strengths are intricate crafting techniques
The Mark of Vexira is visibly shown on Aiden’s back once again… I am the last member of the Society of the Moon. When i said Allyse is not the patron god, I speak the truth as the stars are my witness… All the Elders are lost… their minds are in a mess… There is no other member of the Society of the Moon left, but their ancestors always tell them the story about the devout followers of the patron god… and now the devout followers say they are worshiping a false god. the other sylvaries who gather after the dispute at the mother tree started to cry and wail… Aiden looked back at them… Ah… so this is why i am so sad… their sadness is reflected in my heart… Aiden steeled his heart once again. SILENCE!! everyone then tried their best to hold up their voices afraid of the blood hex they have witnessing before. Aiden then conjures a mark with fire, it is the same mark on his back, and tossed into the mother tree. The Fire then burns the mother tree and created a new symbol of Vexir
I see, Viduka replied… you served the fallen god… but still a true god indeed… we ask for your apology for our transgressions.Viduka then asked… “according to Draugrs war law rules, we are not supposed to kill the High Priest of any Race, kids, and elders above 700 years…” and as i see, your clan consists of those mentioned in the war law… do you want to get the pass?Aiden scoffed back… No. I want to recruit people from your race, only by displaying our power will your people are going to be willing to join our ranks…Do you speak, on behalf of the city behind you, High Priest?No, I speak on behalf of my clan only… do not associate me with those heretics behind… only cowards and schemers inside that one, they will just sully my patron’s glorious name.Well Spoken, High Priest… and can i know the purpose for that? Viduka probesI want to make a new settlement, one where i can freely build ranks of warriors. I wish to train the best warrior prepared for the upcoming war… i envision l
“ When the Warriors march, the only thing in their minds is whether or not they will actually see the light of the next day. Many of them are husbands, many of them are fathers, and many of them are sons but war doesn’t discriminate, it will take the lives of whoever it wants, be it men or women or even children, it doesn’t matter. “ Elidyr whispered to Vinzel.Meanwhile…Today was the day that we went to war against the heathen sylvaries. For years, they have relentlessly run away, drove their swords into cowardliness and not at our hearts. Today, it is either they cut us down like trees with their swords and killed many of our weaker kin or we enslave them. After years of training the perfect soldiers under the finest warriors, this will be a victory for us.Hagar stood proudly on the stage, dressed in clothing suited f
The magic barrier shattered and crumbled…The Draugrs roared in great fervor and rushed to the gates of Erenhadi… After five days… the magic power is depleted…As the draugrs run toward the open gate, in a great mood, imagining the slaying that is about to happen.. none of them is thinking about why the gate is open wide…a woman with a breathtaking voice stands on one of the city walls and started to sing… she somehow manages to silence an entire war with her voice. Everyone stopped in their tracks as blood slowly rushed into their entire body, just to listen..and visually end the war peacefully…A sorrowful song echoes in the heart of everyone on the entire plains and city…“Most sylgarthians are naturally emotional. These emotions define who we are in the end.” Ilimitar looked down on the vast plains filled with draugrs and coldly stares at them.That is why Sylvari is strong, no creature can resist the power of a Soulmuse, All i need is this one Soulmuse and the war is stopped… So
Release me and wait for your part… do you think the Mad Wolves Mercenaries is just a mere group? We are the ruler of Akheron City… Even if you killed me here, there is a certain mechanism to tell the ruler who killed me… and you will be hunted… by our Knights and Paladins. Hummel commanded arrogantly.Aiden looked at Hummel and scoffed… Akheron city belongs to Black Guard, no other power can own the city… Ah, you must be one of the Dickens descendants… How is it, to live under the shadows of the Kelvins… Aiden laughed at Hummel…You… Bastard… You dare to insult Viscount Dickens…Oh, Already a Viscount now… but still a Viscount with lower ability can never overrule the governance of Kelvins, after all, Count Kelvin wi
Aera ran her finger across the leather spines of the books, hurriedly searching. If there were a cure to this plague, it would be here, in the cavernous palace library, nestled between century-old scrolls and ancient spell books.“Look what we have here… a halfling maiden” a heavy voice purred behind her.Aera whipped around, coming face to face with those amber eyes she detested. Tears almost pricked her eyes. In the last weeks, she had witnessed so much devastation. His people begged for safety, for comfort, as their bodies withered, their children died, and the poisonous water slowly killed them too.This Draugr was supposed to take responsibility for their suffering. ”I’ve told you to end this.” Aera said, calming the sharp edge in her voice as she turned to a plea, “I am willing to bargain anything. Please, just lift this plague for your people.”He chuckled deeply, a deep-throated laugh escaping his lips. “Ah, so now you want to drop your little fight, lady Aera, for my people? B
The stout woman sitting in her rocking chair, gray hair in a ponytailthat ran over her shoulders down her chest and lay within her lap loosely.a young boy smiled up to her softly wrinkled face, giving little hugs uponher leg. Each hug brings her the warmest feelings like the brightest light of her day. “Oh hello there kiddo,”her soft gentle voice came to him. She gave some glance to the armor-clad girl standing in the doorway.Smiling down at the boy and then at the woman who quickly sat in the chair. “And what brings you two fine-looking warriors around these parts?” Her eyes left the other one in the seat and down to the smiling young boy.Desmond Kelvins was the youngest. His small cheeks and thin lips showed the family genes perfectly. He was only 8 years old and already showing off his ability to be a leader, always leading his older brother around with very “persuasive” tactics. He was the devious one and was usually at fault when a good prank was the cause, which she calls