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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Bombardment
Dust rained down from the arched halls of the Temple.Even over the ardent chanting of those gathered, the booming noise of cannons easily reached them here. The Acolytes of the Academy of the Arcane Arts of Aith'erant, Humans and Aelves in dark red robes, their faces...
Traverse the Forests
Commenting on this Quest at this time will affect the Forests, but will not affect the Withervane of the current campaign.
Across the flame-parched plains of Aqshy and the light-bleached deserts of Hysh, a wild story gripped the denizens of the realms. A site of ancient legend in Ghyran, the Realm of Life, held entire reservoirs of Aqua Ghyranis – enough to want for nothing ever again, to expand a mortal lifespan by centuries or to conduct powerful arcane rituals.
