The Tale Of Arthindol

In ages past, a mortal half-elf’s tale, Born of an elf that fell to a well. His soul entwined, a mystical rhyme, By a lost spell’s whisper, through the sands of time.
Once, he stood among the celestial throng, A deity of epochs, where moments belong. He watched the cosmic dance, the ebb and flow, Guiding fate’s threads, as tides come and go.
But now, mere whispers linger in the breeze, Echoes of forgotten hymns, lost memories. His name etched in stardust, a fading chime, A relic of epochs, barely surviving the pass of time

Purpose

It is one of the last surving documents about the myth that is the Temporal Order

Medium

Embroidered

Myth

Temporal Order

Location

Menedynnia