The Isles of Erinion
As I look upon the crumbled edifices of our great Empire, I see the truth of the impossibility of their architecture. Without the secrets they held dear, we will never reach their great heights. Without the Runic Script, the immense cathedrals and orrerys from with to observe the Divine are impossible...
The Olde Elves, with all their greatness, vanished without a hint of their passage, save for their homes and ruins. We may only tell their Stories and pray that their wisdom is not forever lost.
-Words of the Fatespinner, before the splitting of the elves, in 1 AB.
The Isles of Erinion served as the home of the ancient Elven Empire of Erinion, it was there that the elves fled following the destruction of Jhar'gorn. Making treaties and agreements with their old allies in the goblinoids, now shadows of their former Jeriec Empire, they built on the Isles a grand Empire, that rose to a height to challenge the splendor of the sun and stars in the sky.
However, as there is magnificence, there is also ruin. In , the capital of Erinion was consumed and destroyed, cursed to never be able to be explored or delved for secrets again. Throughout the Bay of Evandyr, the extent of the Empire's expansion, there are beautiful fortresses, built alongside mountains, edges of archipelagos, or towering high into the skies above plains. Each of these fortresses encircle and protected the Bay, but all of the Olde Elves of Erinion vanished, some bloody, as seen by the remains in these places, and some without a trace, as seen by rare piles of clothes at a table with half eaten supper.
Enigmatically, in the wake of some ancient catastrophe, all of the Elves of Erinion in Sartova were gone... in but an instant. Their Stories are told by the survivors, for there was a scattering of elves and goblinoids throughout the Bay and Erinion that found themselves, in the first moment of the first year After the Burning of Erinion (AB), alive, alone, and missing memories of the world of Erinion.
These survivors had not the arcane magic of Erinion, and those were taken from the world completely. They had barely even memory of their own history, ranging from brief flashes of passion and power and memories of battles, to sporadic events of history, such as the eyes of a lover or the last words of a mentor.
Fleeing Erinion, the survivors scattered. Goblinoids later came to form the Second Jeriec Empire in Jeria, their old home. The Elves split, some joining the goblinoids, some living with the mannish tribes that Erinion formerly protected from the worse monsters of the world, but many going to The Old Forest, becoming reclusive Forest Elves.
Hundreds of years later, brave Elves from all throughout the Bay decided that they were not content to live in the shadows of the past, and collected a following, before departing from Talon and sailing back to Erinion. They began the long and arduous task of reclaiming their home, though to this day the old ruins of the capital of Erinion are fatal to all travelers. They founded Meneval, and have lived in the shadow of their ancestors since.
Never forget. Never remember...
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