The Lands of Elyndra
A land steeped in age and shaped by blood, Elyndra stands divided among three great realms each molded by the nature that birthed it and the kings that rule within.
But beneath the centuries of order lies a silent truth: the continent itself remembers, and not all that was lost remains buried.
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The Land of Mist and Forest — Sylvean
(Also known as the Whispering Woods of the North)
To the north lies Sylvean, a kingdom veiled in perpetual twilight and shrouded by an endless sea of mist. Within the Forest of Ekshir, the air hums with unseen life, and even the wind seems to breathe with intent.
Outsiders rarely enter and fewer still return for the forest itself decides who is welcome. Paths shift when uninvited feet tread them, and voices in the fog lead wanderers astray until dawn never comes again.
The Sylveans live in harmony with this sentient wilderness. They are quiet and reserved, their magic born from patience, instinct, and deep communion with nature.
Their art is subtle; their wisdom, older than the mountains.
> "The forest hides what it protects and protects what it hides."
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The Land of Stone Laranth
(Also known as the Kingdom Beneath the Peaks)
South of Sylvean rises Laranth, the Land of Stone. Its mountains cut the sky like ancient blades, their roots sunk deep into the bones of the world.
Here, life is carved from hardship each day a test of endurance, each victory a monument of will.
The people of Laranth are steadfast and unyielding, their loyalty as solid as the peaks they call home. Their cities are etched into the cliffs, glowing with forges that never rest. They value truth, discipline, and tradition believing that a lie cannot survive under the weight of stone.
> "Stone remembers even when men forget."
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🔥 The Land of Flame Velanor
(Also known as the Kingdom of the Burning Sun)
To the east stretch the golden plains of Velanor, where the sun burns high and proud above fields of shimmering grain and rivers of molten stone.
Velanor is the heart of trade, ambition, and progress a realm where courage and brilliance walk hand in hand.
Its people are passionate and proud, shaped by fire and light. Their forges blaze day and night, their towers gleam like bronze under the crimson sky.
Velanor thrives on innovation, yet honors the flame as both creation and destruction a reminder that power demands purpose.
> "To live in Velanor is to never let your fire die."
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The Beast Planes and the Vanished Range
Beyond the reach of kings and maps lies the Beast Planes a vast and lawless expanse where mana storms rage and beasts the size of castles roam freely.
It is a land of chaos and wonder, where nature reclaims what men forget.
Yet, deeper still in the records of explorers and dreamers, one mystery endures: the Drakar Range.
Once the spine of Elyndra's west, the lands simply vanished their echoes erased from earth and memory alike. No quake, no storm, no war only disappearance.
Now, many believe the lands did not fall, but moved.
Some say they were swallowed by the world. Others whisper that they rose and walked eastward, carrying something ancient within their heart.
> "Lands do not die they wait."
While Laranth and Velanor share a fragile yet functional alliance trading minerals for food, and magic for tools the Sylveans remain ever distant.
Their isolation breeds mystery and mistrust. They shun outsiders, guarding their secrets fiercely, their motives forever hidden beneath the forest's eternal veil.