On Yore and Thanehold

I have been to Thanehold and traveled the King's Road of Yore, the land is dreary and wet, and the wilderness yearns for a proper avatar, as the land begs for a proper king. When I was but a sapling I remember traveling the king's road from Silvanesse and being taken aback by the stunning beauty of a land ruled by humans. The trees were bright and tall and the hills covered in all manner of blooming flowers, making Yore a welcome home to any Sylvan. That was during the time when we taught the humans how to control their magic, how to use it to create enchanted roads to guarantee them safe passage to Sylvanesse and the lands beyond. This was during the rule of Alfonsus XXII, a stern, yet beneficent king who had united his people and ended the Millenial War of humans. My father taught me that Yore was once four lands ruled by four Kings and four avatars, they had brought their kingdoms together to do battle and their battle raged for a thousand years, in the end, the only King and Avatar who stood was Alfonsus XXII of Yore. He took the rulership of all four lands, and they merged together to be one, The leafy forests, rolling hills, soggy marshes and rocky coasts of four kingdoms merged creating yore. The other three capitols were abandoned after Yore's victory, and only the kingdom by the sea remained, it's buildings cut into the rocky cliff where it sits. Now, it is the rule of Alfonsus XXVI a good man, but weak and unwilling to die. With all heirs dead, and his daughter, the princess missing he, lingers on, between life and death. The city of Thanehold is ruled by corrupt politicians and noblemen, and the countryside weeps at it's Avatar's sickness. Rain is now more common than sun, and the soddenness of the land has seen the expansion of the marshes within Yore. I sense that evil is slowly taking hold of the land as it's King looses all power to stop it, goblins roam the night and the dead rise from their graves. Will this be the final age of the greatest human kingdom I have ever seen? Who will be Avatar when the king is dead? Humans live in chaos, the chaos of death, beauty and life, all Sylvanesse hums with the question, what will become of the Kingdom of Yore?

Laviner Starblood

Scholar of Magic

Everscape

Ahhh, Everscape. A world unlike any other that I have ever been to and at the same time, more similar to every world in existence. Named no doubt by the plane shifters of Shandaroth, whose titles are both as descriptive and unimaginative as Manathi fishmonger's songs, Everscape is exactly as it sounds: an expanse of world so vast that if you were to travel for your entire life you would never find the place at which you started. While the world is seemingly infinite, this appearance is redoubled by the most unique facet of Everscape, the demilords which rule each and every land within the world and which are as connected to the land as a dryad is to her tree, perhaps more so. These so called Demilords are beings who control the entirety of the land upon which they live, and can be anything from a human, to a very long lived bird, deer, bear a dragon, or in some cases a mountain, tree or lake. All those within the kingdoms of these Demilords are at their mercy as they controll not only the weather and land it's self, but command the loyalty of the plants and animals which dwell in their realms. The Demilords are myriad as the lands which they rule, and they live in delicate coexistence. One of the most remarkable things which I have ever witnessed, and the crowning aspect of Everscape is the way in which the lands themselves move. The Demilords have the power to move their lands in relation to one another, on your very doorstep, a lake or mountain range may appear where once there was a field, only magic or the power of a Demilord may stop this, and even then, some Demilords will violently assault the boarders of another Demilord's realm. All of these facets create the most unique world that I have ever visited and will see again. Now if I could only find my way back...

Damathel the Many-footed, Master of Planes