Lenksha Tablet

In days of old, when skies were bold, stood Banor, lone and grand, His gaze upon Rolara's dawn, a yet untamed, free land. With whispered word, he summoned forth his children, fair and wise, High Elves emerged from cosmic birth, with stars within their eyes.
"Go forth," he spoke, "and Weave the threads of destiny's grand loom, Inscribe your songs on cosmic webs, let not your light meet gloom." With grace they moved, their cities shone like constellations bright, Yet Banor knew each choice they'd make would shape their endless night.
He left them then, his watchful eye a lantern in the sky, A legacy of wisdom scribed, a love that won't pass by. In time, another light emerged, a beacon pure and grand, Arturian, the wise and just, would guide them through the land.
In Myth Wnthalas, where rivers twine like threads of fate entwined, Arturian's light began to shine, a path for all to find. The High Elves sang a sacred hymn, their voices pure and free, For in his light, they found their might, their truest destiny.

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This historical articfact was found beneath Myth Wnthalas in the year 1523 PE.