Common Legends and Lore: Zansilon
by Sir Rezaldo Perelli, Master of the Adventurers Guild
Year - 751
“You would not believe where I have been these past couple years, dear readers! That is right, as you may have heard I was detained by the Elven Fleet outside Lentaine a couple years back during my trek to the land of the Hobgoblins. Now put those pitchforks down, I made great friends with my captors during the voyage back to their secretive continent, the land of mists and mystery, Zansilon.
Unlike my other journeys, this is one where I must hold back on some of the details, for some of my findings are strictly confidential. I was informed by some wonderful Elven Officials that leaking them could lead to my death!
No matter, dear readers, I will share what I can, for they hauled my cage all over the continent, and I met many friendly pointy eared folk.
First we arrived at a port, I believe on the west end of their land. I did not see much of this region sadly, but I did learn it’s chock full of Half-Elves. Very fascinating. Now I have heard rumors about this area, that over the many ages of man wayward souls and outcasts threw themselves east in a hope of a better life. While many believe those people were the Lentic settlers in Lentaine, I believe they went further, crossing the jagged seas and breeding with the elven people. It was a curious city we stopped in, and I was told by the Admiral of the Navy that the Half-Elf region was amongst the most loyal and stable in all of the Elven Empire and if anyone told me any different that it was hogwash.
Next we passed through a thick forest, like nothing in our human lands. Even the briar of Sangovy seemed positively barren in these wild woods. Here I met many Wood Elves, as they are called. Simple, tribal people close to nature. Some live in trees, others in houses built into the dirt. They were very curious towards me, and friendly. I believe I was the first human any of them had seen.
Next I was taken into what I was told is the crown jewel of the Elven Empire, Ryvanore. This is the fabled land of the high elves. I do not lie, dear readers. It was far and away the most beautiful land I have ever witnessed. Gardens stretched endlessly through idyllic countryside. Not a feather, a leaf, nor elf was out of place. It was as if I was in a parade from entrance to exit. The only ugly aspect of my stay here was the steel cage they kept me in.
I did meet many interesting individuals here, though I cannot share about it. I will say, the most shocking thing I saw was the unfathomably large fleet in the harbor of their capital. They let me wander the docks unchained for a time, and let me count the vessels. I counted dozens of ships at least thrice the size of even the Flagship of Tempesta, and I was told this was only a portion of their strength.
Once I was shown this, they began to take me back from whence I came, this time heading north through freezing waters. I was told this is where the Snow Elves lived, though I had never heard of them. When I asked for further information, I was simply told that the ugly Snow Elves were nothing to be concerned about. And that was that.
I was dropped off at Spear-Ear Pier back in Lentaine. My captors were gone before I could ask why they named their only port on our continent that, but like many things, it shall remain a mystery.
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