Castlease of the Elves
Bonus Archive
Welcome, traveler.
The Elves are a quiet, sequestered people. Living on the far eastern shore of Celandra, divided from all Human settlements by an imposing mountain range, the Elves are members of the kingdom by treaty only. In all other respects they remained enclosed unto themselves, separate from Human society and Human affairs.
Their city is unlike any you will have seen. Gaze well upon it. You will not be invited inside these staunchly-defended walls. That is, not unless your connections are of the highest caliber.
Behind those gemstone-cannonaded walls, the Elves build their ivied homes, domed greenhouses, and magic-infused temples. Each temple rises more grand than the last, ornately constructed with spells and stone. Each serving a purpose for the Elven community. The Moon Temple — a place of restorative rest and dream-healing. The Sea Temple — a place of elation, where the Elves walk along a gemstone coral reef under the undulating light of a mimicked sea bed.
The Sky Temple — where Elves gifted with the rain affinity provide physical healing. The massive Tyromagum complex, which provides living and training quarters for young Elves building skill in the martial arts. And the Euphomagum, a pillar of the Elven society, which produces the highly-skilled singers, musicians, and musical composers.
The long-lived Elves mark their ages in decades as Humans do year-cycles. Elven rites of passage include when a young Elf reaches his or her first century and is affectionately referred to as a ‘Cent’ for the next hundred years; and again at some point in their tritauri (300th year), when they master their innate magic affinities. An ‘epitaur’ is an Elf of greater than five centuries, and the current population has not seen such long-livedness for generations. A sorrowful fact which Elven scholars attribute to the environmental changes affected by the Great Cataclysm.