An Illustrated History of the Elyan

Feldard all but stomped his way through the halls, heedless of the looks Nicolai and the others gave him, in their attempts to move through the halls quietly. He was tired of tiptoeing around. As they arrived in front of the northern doors, Feldard strode forward to open the door but was stalled by a cautioning hand from the priest. Feldard scowled and looked the rogue. “Make it quick.”

Maruc released his restraining hand from Feldard’s shoulder. “Patience, Master dwarf. We must all trust in each other and the skills we can bring to bear. Give him some room. We shall pass if Halav wills it.”

All this running about wasn’t taking so much of a toll on the mage now. He was tired but still feeling relatively fit. What he wouldn’t do right now for a cooked meal, warm bath and a soft bed though. He leaned his back against the wall next to the door. Ignoring the sudden cold of the stone he allowed himself to slide down the wall until he was crouching. He gazed ruefully at the priest and the dwarf in their armour wondering if they sat down that would be it for the next eight hours. Well it was high time for some meal or other and he fished out and apple and took a mouthful of water from his canteen as he waited for Nicolai to open the door.

Hasan looked over at Saeth, whose stony silence in recent times was worrisome. Had she lost interest in their quest? Hoping not, he winked at her, and muttered about how her fisherfolk ancestors never dreamed their children would see adventures like these.

Dismissing the others with a wave of his hand and bringing his finger to his lips, Nicolai waited for silence. He listened for a few moments then tried the lock and to push the door. You never knew, certain people have locked unlocked doors with lock picks, and Nicolai wasn’t about to join their number. Then he tried pulling, he wasn’t about to lose face on that one either.

The door opened with a loud creak. The room beyond was a huge 30-foot-wide hall with a cracked ceiling. Two alcoves were set in the east wall, facing two more to the west. A huge elaborately carved woodcut fresco decorated the north wall. Its elaborate elven scenery and symbology matched that of the vault entrance.

In the center of the wall was an artist’s rendering of the Temple on Gray Mountain. Starting at the top, and proceeding in a clockwise direction, the artistry told the story of the history of the elves and the origins of the clan of Elyas. It began with a depiction of the destruction of the original sacred homeland of the elves, called Evergrun, by the Great Rain of Fire. It then showed the Immortal Ilsundal leading the Great Migration to the Sylvan Realm. Next, it depicted a split of some kind as some elven clans struck off on their own, settling on the continent of Brun. The ancestors of the Elyan settled in the Dymrak forest. The elves carved out their peaceful foresthome in the wilds of the land then known as Traladara. However, their sanctuary was threatened as indicated by the renderings of dark hooded wizards invading the countryside, building a foreboding tower in the lands nearby.

Next, was the first illustration of Elyas as he led a group of elves to do battle against the cult of necromancers. Vanquishing their foes, they built a new home in the vicinity of the tower, broke from their previous ties and formed a new clan of elves, the Elyan. Next, the fresco showed how the elves turned their back on their peaceful ways, pursuing power and magecraft as the Black Opal Eye exerted its influence over them. The Sisters Three, Karalena, Solorena and Trilena rebelled against Elyas and attempted to usurp his power. Finally, the collapse of the tower led to the end of Elyas and the return of the Elyan to their roots as they became followers of The Quiet Way.



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6 responses to “An Illustrated History of the Elyan

  1. Miklos (Mu3)

    As Miklos finished examining the last fresco. “….Karalena…Solorena….Trilena.” he mumbled as he tranlated the transcript beneath each portrait. “Here at least is conformation of the villagers recollection of events. Sadly it gives no clue or foretelling as to how to defeat the Sisters. It poses one question though. Why, after the initial defeat of the Sisters would you come down here finish off a fresco then bury it along with everything else? The set a powerful stone guardian to guard the way to the ruin? I either have no true understanding of elves, or we are not in full possesion of the facts.”

    “Still, we mustn’t stay here dicussing somantics. I can almost hear our reboubtable Dwarf summoning words to hasten us before they have be voiced!”

  2. Maruc (Clr4)

    The preist was no less absorbed by the intricately fashioned art. His eyes darkened as he scanned the images of the Darker incursion. He listened the Miklos’s quiet translation. The solemnity of the room was not lost on him. In the days of its might it would have been glorious, now it was a sad reflection echoing the corruption of the incorrupable.

  3. Nicolai (T4)

    Musty air. The thin beam of light from Nicolai’s lightstone swept the empty room. Straightening he slipped in, eyes on the alcoves incase of suddened movement. Miklos’s lightstone blazed in though the doorway ruining Nicolai’s nightvision, he squinted angrily but said nothing. Like a moth to a flame Miklos had begun staring at the wall decoration. He left him to it, it kept the mage out of his way at least. He needed to make sure all the alcoves were secure anyway and it would take some time for the mage to finish buy the speed he was going at.

    Nicolai flitted over the the first easternmost alcove to see what it contained…

  4. Feldard (Dwf 4)

    Feldard, much as the Mage had guessed,was impatient to continue on. He’d done a circuit of the room, while the mage looked over the frescos, keeping alert for telltale signs of a secret doorway or such. It was unlikely he’d spot anything the rogue missed given it was mainly wood here, not his preferred stonework.. but he circled the room anyways, listening to the Mage yammer on about this and that.

  5. Hasan

    Hasan gazed appreciatively at the works around him. As Miklos had said, it conformed with what he had long understood, and – as a contemporary account of this history – Hasan considered it decisive. Reflecting on the relative lack of undead encountered until now in these caverns, Hasan wondered if perhaps this party had gone deeper than any had ever gone into these warrens since the fall of the original necromantic cult. But if so, where were the three young village girls?

    “We must move on,” Hasan urged.

  6. Saeth Tegau

    Saeth looked up at these frescos, finding them more inspiring than the book of psalms she’d had her nose in for the past couple hallways. “You don’t think we could wait here and look at these a bit longer?” She queried, trying to fix the images in her mind. “Ah, well, beauty is beauty because it is fleeting. Let us be off. Through that doorway, then?”

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