Lennador

A courier delivering cookies. A daft old man. A young woman leaving on a short trip as part of her apprenticeship, grandmotherly herbalist leading the way. Nothing too remarkable, yet the simple county fair she is expecting has a different story waiting.   Who is this strange tangle of children tumbling out of a random dwarf's closet closet?   If you ask the contemptible elves, it all has the stench of magic to it.   The Elemental Gods are playing with the world again. Few remain that remember the last eon they returned to prominence, leaving lasting marks on Lennador. With whispers of ancient lost runes rediscovered, it leaves no doubt that the Gods have returned to play.