Malathir Weavesong
Within the age of Myth Malathir was sprung within the realm of Gyhran, with peace and serenity weaving within the song from Alarielle. It was a time of great wisdom and council. Malathir however was unusual amongst his kin, the seasons seem to ebb and flow effortlessly around his being, in a constant flux. Whether the seeding had caused this effect or whether it was a blessing from Alarielle none truly know. It is however not a simple change as the seasonal effect also influences Malathirs mind, from a calm spring breeze to the cruelness of winters chill.
However as with most tales there is tragedy. When traversing the realms on a mission of peace, Malathir and his host were flung into the Interstice pocket realm. As soon as Malathir regained consciousness he took note of his surroundings and noticed an eerie silence… no more could the song of Alarielle be heard clearly except from a glimmer from time to time. In unison the wailing ensued and there would be nothing that could console Malathirs host. Seemingly unsure on what action to take Malathir began heading for the closest forest. Weaving a spell to amplify Alarielles song the host began to understand their peril. Much conflict and strife occurred during their resettlement within the Interstice, and seeding new life into the pocket realm. So it was they formed the Mirrorwood Glade.
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A Fortress of Deceit
Civilia’s Ruin is now in the hands of Sorrah and her allies. Those that sought to defend the city have either been killed by those they thought to be friends, or are missing. To make matters more complicated, the Seraphon from the Xarlanth approach with their broken ship clearly in mind.
A Destination to Reach
Khardihr is no longer safe. From the inside families and communities eye each other suspiciously while the House of Vermillio and the rest of the Council go at each other within the Council. Not to mention a significant amount of very angry orruks now eye the city with great desire.Although the Council has forced the city to move towards Furyoth Dell, it is moving slowly and is certainly open to attack.
A Portal’s Pull
Warbands that found themselves battling high on the River Att have been decimated. Those that survived need to re-group, fighting off the jungles that lay beside the river. Some will make their way upstream towards the Furyoth Dell, while others, hearing that the Gaping Portal is soon to be attacked, decide to defend what’s already theirs.