Regisfall

Yet again the tillerman who traveled from Edana to Arandor was met with the sight of a small redheaded human woman and her large black cat. Perhaps it wouldn't have surprised him the second time around if it wasn't for the fact her menagerie had grown. This time, instead of fear for the oncoming fe...

*A copy of this notice, written in scrawling Elven script, is sent to every Order within Arandor and another is posted as publicly at the bank. * Well Met Brothers and Sisters, Following a very productive and positive conference of those able to meet last week, we have a working plan in progress to ...

Faelith Thistlebrook sat in the small cozy house, surrounded by foliage that made the space seem more of a greenhouse at times than someone’s living quarters. Pots sat on counters and floors, filled with dirt that contained plants in various stages of growth. Flowers, herbs, ferns… she grew any seed...

From the Hand of Virellen Tharandor On behalf of Matriarch Ilserae of House Carwynn To the Esteemed Law Bringer, Thalyn Oakshade Arandor To Thalyn Oakshade, Law Bringer of the Valiant Shield, Your candor is received with the respect it deserves, and House Carwynn honors the dignity with which you s...

A scroll sealed with wax sigil is left in the care of the bank teller with instructions to deliver it to the keeper of the Oakshade name. From the Hand of Virellen Tharandor, On behalf of Matriarch Ilserae of House Carwynn To the Esteemed Keepers of the Oakshade Line Arandor To the attention of who...

Oralil was indeed working in the forge, her long silver hair pulled together and knotted like a rope at the nape of her neck. The High Elf paused to watch her for a moment, the bridge of his nose wrinkling briefly in disapproval. "Congratulations, you did manage to find her.." His tone seeming to h...

As Ettrian's writing were drawing close to an end, he felt the weight of the path ahead. He would return to Thorncrag. Arandor would be a distant memory across the ocean. Despite having been raised in customs strange to Arandor, he was still a Hill Elf. His mind was practical, even literal at times...

It had been been several days since the rumors spread of an unknown High Elf showing up by ship in Arandor and leaving after checking some registries. The individual is now back, offering to buy people drinks in the tavern and asking questions to those who will lend an ear. "Excuse me. I’m seeking ...

Faelith woke, but slowly. The sluggish haze of someone whose body and spirit were starting to wear down. Eyes still closed, it was the smell that first reminded her of what had happened. The thick, metallic tang of blood she smelled all the way to the back of her throat reminded her of where she was...