Forests of Archeleron

[FoAAdmin]

... something is stirring..

in the very heart of the greatest forest, it wakes..

Forests of Archeleron

For a thousand years, Elves lived among the green wood of the massive forest, Archeleron, in their claimed portion known as Elvewood to the inhabitants. The Elves, a fair-skinned and beautiful, feminine yet genius people, were kind to nature, and so nature was kind to them. Around two centuries after their arrival in Elvewood and the completion of Lord Kaonde's Hall, a new sentient being emerged in the forest: The Wolves.

The Wolves and the Elves quickly became great friends. The Wolves were not of the average kind that live in our own world - they were of massive size, often with magical attributes and colorful optics. Most notably, these Wolves could speak English in addition to their own tongue - and even more notably, they learned with ease the tongue of the Elves. The companionship between those of Elvewood and the Woodpack continued on for a further six centuries, three generations of Elves, many more for the Wolves.

But then life in the forest changed abruptly. Men arrived from beyond the forest, journeying bravely through the Porro Marsh and the lands beyond - how could the Elves and Wolves turn away those who had faced such hardships?

The men began to build a village for themselves, directly across from Elvewood with the great Vitatribuo Lake separating their civilizations. It was some while before the men even were aware that other life dwelled in the forest - and at the same time they discovered this fact, they also struck the stone that cast the spark of flame.

A hunter discovered a Wolf, a speaking Wolf, and she kindly welcomed him with English; frightened of the massive white wolf, the hunter killed the unsuspecting, friendly creature, dragged her body back to the newly formed Eastmark Village. The war between the Wolves and the Men began. The Wolves and Elves separated as the Wolves became warlike and vicious - Elves have no concern for such matters - and meanwhile, the 'loyal' servant of one of the humans, the cat Marcho, wandered into Elvewood.

The High Lord of that time granted Marcho the gift of speech and intelligence, and thus was born the fourth race - the Cats of Archeleron. Marcho began a civilization of his own, the most wild and unruly and violent of all the civilizations, and yet now the friendliest with the Elves - Motan Pãdure.

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