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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Fortifying Positions
The denizens of Rondhol must prepare themselves for any number of the various onslaughts that are incoming. Those that are currently within Furyoth Dell and the Mountains of Maraz know that the likelihood of the Voidfang reaching them is high, cities along the coast of the Bitingsea such as Civilia’s Ruin need to prepare for the Svlind to finally reach them, and others throughout the region – including Khardhir – are under an ever-growing number of threats.
Plunder the Bitingsea
Amidst the chaos and destruction of Rondhol, some are choosing to take advantage of the situation and raid the abandoned towns and attack the refugees fleeing the destruction. Those led by Targug the Cleaver and Khrovar Blackmaw are all still in the Bitingsea, making the most of the situation.
Bloodied Backs
Azestor Spirebeard leaned against the railing of the Bearbulge, the sea breeze whipping through their hair. They watched as the Void-canon fired once again, sending a massive shockwave through the air. Down below, the city of Civilia's Ruin shook in response. Azestor...