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❝There, hence, stood a force of reckoning upon the Earth —— or perhaps, another realm entirely.❞

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Thrice, Alliance | Thelandria & Markus | FB
There were hundreds of thousands of beasts in Hell, including dragons , but those of the underworld did not thrive well on Earth. There was something about the living world that kept them from leaving their domain so summoning one was not an option for Markus. He’d have to catch a dragon himself, but never in a million years did he think he would come into contact with one by mere chance. Every so often, the shadow demon would gorge himself on the slaughter of any and very creature he came into contact with in Hallowed Oak. Although the opportunity to do this during the early evening did not happen often.
An overcast blocked the sun from shining as it set which meant that nothing would stop him from his current goal. Chains forged from darkness wrapped around the dragon’s limbs and wings to keep it from fleeing. Still, the majestic creature put up a fight with its constant thrashing and breathing of fire. It had been eons since he encountered a foe with so much raw power. Regardless, the demon still had inhuman speed on his side, which put him at a great advantage.
Markus tugged tightly on the chains, finally getting a bit of leverage on the beast. If he could just get on its back it would have no choice but to accept him; at least that is what the tales often said. Seryth’s founder had been so involved with the battle that he didn’t even notice the appearance of an elf. Just as he launched himself into the air above the dragon’s neck, thunder clapped across the sky and turbulent winds ripped Markus from his target.
"This does not concern you, elf!" He roared. His broken concentration caused the tendrils around the beast to to dissipate. But, Markus conjured more to anchor himself to a tree. The wind continued to whirl around him, causing his clothes and hair to twist in the waves. "You will pay for you intrusion; I swear it."
❝You cannot kill me. You will not kill him!❞
She roared into the skies; the boisterous clap of thunder carrying her voice for miles.
The air thickened, chortling around their frames with ease. there'yonder it whistled, tickling branches and grass; meshing together to form the gusts that hurled toward the apprehended manifestation of darkness. Thelandria watched in turgid curiosity whilst nature's weapons acted against something unnatural. She looked toward the sky; demure, and infuriated whips of lightening rained down upon them ------ as if a response from the goddess.
Thelandria made for the protection of a large tree. In preparation for what was to come she unclasped the shawl around her shoulders and removed the circlet from her head. If she were to have battle ancient treasures were to be spared.
Unsurprisingly, the dragon fanned wings of true strength to hover amidst the skies.
❝You have shown kindness where he has not. brace yourself and no harm shall come.❞
Thelandria hid behind the tree. She knew too well what was to come to pass; she had seen it in the past. A dragon's greatest asset and most dangerous defense was a breath wreathed in flame. It killed faster than the hottest magma, the coldest waters. However, what most did not understand was that a dragon's fire was also life and rebirth. If only given a chance instead of hunted it could be used to create instead of destroy. Such a revelation invoked empathy from the elf, for she was old enough to remember a time when her people, too, were harmless beings of life, energy, and essence in its purest form. The elves, too, were hunted and forced to embrace a darkness that forced purity from their essence. Although insurmountable, Thelandria has sought a new age for her people in which they could enjoy a world without greed, violence, and vice ------- a world, in many ways, like their old home. She closed her eyes at the thought and in anticipation of what was about to occur.
The dragon's body gleamed a bright orange before a river of fire begat the lakes, funneled toward the demon. For a moment the light of the sun was brought back to them the dragon's fire shone so bright.
Concerned that the grass and trees were scorned by dragonfire, the elf's fingers irked to use water to save them. What she witnessed, however, was another plight of nature and a happy ending. No fires burned upon the verdure, nay, embers of blue withered into nothing. The fire was not always destruction, the dragon was not there to destroy nature; the dragon was there to bring its assailant to his knees. Quickly, she darted for the lake, watching the demon and the dragon tangle.
❝Surrender, demon! Or you shall meet death.❞
Book Worms and Naga Princesses | Elwynn & Thelandria
It was late in the day and Elwynn had locked himself up in the library again. Calliope had come to him around 8 in the morning and he had understood little of what she told him. His eyes were busy studying ancient scrolls and when he did such things his mind wandered and paid no attention to the world. Callie knew this, and she had left him a note knowing he listened to half of what she had said.He eventually came around to read it. “I’m going out with a hunting parting.” were the only words. Elwynn didn’t need more to know she meant human hunting.
The library was his sanctum, his refuge from the world. He had let loose three elves not long ago, and they had been declared as killed, shoved off some cliff some said. They had been brutal with them and it’s the fate they had all expected of them. It saved Elwynn a lot of worry, but he worried still as he would always. His books took his mind of such things. Sometimes it was nice to forget about the world.
This time though it was magic spells. Caden had come and visited once more, a visit Elwynn was not to forget, specially not how Caden’s lips had felt on his. Thinking of it made Elwynn smirk to himself. He had made the warlock a promise; to find a spell or potion, anything that could turn him permanently into a man. It had been night upon night, day upon day, and Elwynn was still searching through dust and scribbles lefts from eons ago. Maybe I should look in the Naga scrolls… The lotus sutra they Chinese called it was an ancient text with all the Naga secrets. Elwynn got angry and frustrated with himself. You bloody fool! He shoved everything aside and ran to the end of a hall and grabbed everything Naga related. The princess…
In the sutra it spoke of how a monk had told the Naga Princess that females could never be Buddhas, and she had proved him wrong by turning into a man and becoming a Buddha. If the Naga princess could do such thing… Maybe they could find her and have her secret spell. Elwynn was fully absorbed by his studies of the scrolls, reading through the beautiful Chinese scripts when he heard a noise. He scrubbed his eyes, realizing how exhausted he’d made himself, but he could not go to sleep now, not when he had found what he had promised Caden.
Upon the last convergence with the goddess the attos of Fern was made to foresee a momentous strike. Ominous though it were, Thelandria did not question their wisdom but fumbled with how to interpret it. In the eyes of the divine time was inexpressible ——— two years or two billion years would worm by with their world unaffected by such strife. How, then, was one to prepare for something they were not certain they could predict? Thelandria stood atop the Ivory Tower, then; bewildered and bemused.
That was two-hundred years ago.
A darkness stirred in the west. Whether or not it would prove an insurmountable threat was not clear to Thelandria, but she had an intimate rapport with the vast ignorance of the world. Wicked and wrathful, it devoured all in its wake until it left naught but barren wastelands. In the shadows fire crackled, the winds whistled a beauteous melody of devastation, and the earth crumbled to reveal lava and miasma. The darkness hesitated not to force every one beneath heel. Thus, Thelandria's inclination to protect the City of Fern burgeoned brighter than the light of Eärendil.
Thus, the attos was en route to Calliope; leader of the armies of Fern.
Although she sensed Calliope's absence, Thelandria entered her home with grace. There was another inside whom the attos waited patiently to see. ❝I am aware you are here.❞ She said knowingly, irises of pure cerulean spilling over the door to the library.
❝Where is Calliope?❞
❝Her voice was sinewy like ribbons of sapphire; flowing, effervescent, and liquid mired in pure starlight. Ai! Laurië Lantar ———— a psalm of elves from the shores of Valdar, the runes of Rhaudaun, to the Realm of Seven Isles.❞
Ai! Laurië Lantar! Long live the age of pure starlight!
Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.
Thelandria; Attos of the City of Fern

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Thelandria | Mirror of Valimar; an ancient elven treasure | Lore
With water from the stream Thelandria filled the basin to the brim, and breathed on it, and when the water was still again she spoke. ❝Here is the Mirror of Valimar,❞ she said. ❝I have brought you here so that you may look in it, if you will.❞
The air was very still, and the dell was dark, and the Elf-lady beside him was tall and pale. ❝What shall we look for, and what shall we see?❞ asked Azil, filled with awe.
❝Many things I can command the Mirror to reveal,❞ she answered, ❝and to some I can show what they desire to see. But the Mirror will also show things unbidden, and those are often stranger and more profitable than things which we wish to behold. What you will see, if you leave the Mirror free to work, I cannot tell. For it shows things that were, and things that are, things that yet may be. But which it is that he sees, even the wisest cannot always tell. Do you wish to look?❞
Infrared Invasion | Thelandria & Caden | FB
Caden only saw her eyes harden before she struck him. His hand went to his cheek, feeling the warmth from the sting. He couldn’t believe she had smacked him. She still didn’t tell him her name, so he could only go off a description when he told Calliope. He dressed like an elf but he clearly wasn’t an elf. He shouldn’t be treated like this.
"I am not a slave. In the most basic sense, I am your equal. I am the guest of Calliope and she is the head of the guard. She protects me." He hoped she wouldn’t slap him again. He kept her gaze, not backing down. He wouldn’t let her push him around. He was Calliope’s friend and she wouldn’t want him to back down from someone that attacked him.
"She is teaching me magic. She is helping me find the limits of my abilities as a warlock." He kept staring at the elf. Her eyes were the bluest eyes he had ever seen, almost unnaturally so. Her hair was long, even longer than Calliope’s hair and it had been the longest hair he had seen in a long while. He thought of Elwynn who believed in Caden so much, so much that he swore to help Caden find a way to turn his body for good. He had friends here, friends that wouldn’t tolerate him being abused like this.
"May I have your name so I can tell Calliope that you would strike her guest and friend?" This time, he asked firmly. He wouldn’t back down. He couldn’t. She reminded him of a mountain lion, a creature that could smell weakness and would pounce on it in an instant.
Great expanses of time Thelandria's life spanned and never had a man assumed the brazen insolence to level her uncompromising glare. A man never spoke with anything but obeisance. Never had a man been so daunting! In light of that Thelandria pondered not the man's words but why his tongue continued to waggle in his mouth when it should be wrung out. Nothing less was deserved of a man who knew not his place.
Caden's words hammered at Thelandria's composure.
It wasn't until he spoke about being an equal that something broke within the elf. Irises of sinewy sapphire emblazoned, ticked by the assertion that a man was the equal of a female; much less that of the attos of Fern. Nay, men were ravishers, desecrators, ill-prepared for vestige and flawed beyond their own comprehension. The Goddesses would have women take stead where men were prone to fail. Thus, men were at proper station at the heel of their female counterparts; their superior counterparts. In Thelandria's eyes that dynamic held true in every regard.
Men were to think nothing of themselves!
With a great deal of force Thelandria shoved the warlock onto the ground.
❝Nothing can protect you from I. Do you see, human?❞ Shot a dark response. Her voice sounded as if a myriad of other voices were behind it. Ominously, Thelandria kneeled and grasped Caden's neck, tightening hold as she lifted him.
❝You witness the attos of Fern. I lead the people of these lands upon which you have trespassed. Behold! —— and forsake the grievance you have made!❞
She glimpsed the pleading desperation in his eyes as clear as the rising sun. Such a reaction was the sort the attos expected upon welcoming him into her presence. Such a reaction was proper for a man. Thelandria squeezed tighter and that time his racing heartbeat thumped against her fingertips. Once more the elf peered into those squinted hazels and saw a glint.
Calliope came to mind.
Thelandria released Caden as if he were the soil beneath her heel.
❝There may yet prove purpose for you, as a slave.❞
Thelandria | Hydrokinesis | Lore (One-hundredth Trillionage)
The eldest elves are remembered to have the ability to control, generate, and absorb water. Stemming from the ancient power to manipulate the weather, elves who develop such an ability may move and shape bodies of water to their desire based on their skill level. If trained properly, those blessed with it may cause massive destruction to that which surrounds them. Water manipulators may bend liquids to serve as a weapon, and may even begin to breach the surface of other powers, such as ice and extended weather manipulation.
In her one-hundredth trillionage the Goddesses vested in Thelandria the gift of hydrokinesis. It manifested in a different light than the ability to call upon the storms. To call upon the storms were to dictate the high winds and the sacred earth. Water, she decided, was a gift seldom were given. She trained with members of the guard that specialized in elemental magick. Persistent, it took no shortage of time but by transferring the mastery by which she called upon the ferocious winds during a storm to the swish and sway of water, Thelandria found that she could mesh evenly with its majesty.
There are weaknesses to such an ability. It can not be called upon absent the presence of water. Since water manifested in separato from weather manipulation, Thelandria cannot precipitate rain should a storm be called upon.
❝Power is a fickle alley and the cruelest foe.❞
The City of Fern || Ivory Council of Fern || Lore
The City of Fern is comprised of ten neighboring tribes. Eruvarnë, largest and the oldest, is the overseeing tribe lead by Thelandria. Thence, Thelandria has long held title of Overseeing Attos. Mi'tilarro has a population of elves second to that of Eruvarnë with Idhrenniel as attos. IIIithor is the third-largest tribe of Fern lead by Caunwen. From largest to smallest the remaining tribes of Fern are: Nlossaë lead by Vanadessë, Ulöndarr lead by Um'odiel, Shyrrik lead by Almárëa, Kalaèrede lead by Eruanna, Ainèsilver lead by Arasinya, Ryvvik lead by Morwèn, and Ivósaar lead by Airëmana. The Attos of every tribe has a seat amongst Fern's Council; the governing body of elves on Earth.
The Ivory Council convenes upon the request of Thelandria if not brought together by worship or holiday. It is rumored that, in synchrony, the ten attos can channel the goddesses to the point of actual form. Rumored also is that the Ivory Council has long since begun reparation of their former realm so that the elves may return to it.

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Thrice, Alliance | Thelandria & Markus | FB
The Trinity Lakes were a marvel in a realm marred by war and bloodshed. By will of the divine there was, always, something of worth to be found amidst chaos; something precious in the ruin. It had been many a year since Thelandria ventured upon them, but serene aquamarines caressed the twinkling waters with ease. There was a ripple spurring from the east. Slow and intrepid the ripples cascaded to shore, something the elf was delighted to see.
She traced the ripples to their source.
And gazed upon a horror the likes of which were etched in tomes of legend.
Thelandria witnessed a creature bred of the vast ignorance of the world. A heathen of the dark. It spawned wings covered in dingy, reptilian scales. With them it sought to disperse a poisonous overdraft into the humid noon air. The creature was ignorant of her presence, but Thelandria saw never-ending embers of flame in place of its eyes. With them it sought to gaze through malice whilst a Dragon, a free and natural creature, was brought to heel. While the beast failed to frighten Thelandria, for the attos of Fern witnessed innumerable manifestations through the span of life, she ransacked memory for any recollection of the filth and stood tall.
❝Do not be afraid, Dragon. I shall help set you free.❞
Her words were spoken not aloud, but sought to privately render the forest dragon reassured. Alone the Dragon stood against darkness —— poisonous gases failing to deter it. Still the demon advanced, standing close in height to the creature it looked to tame. The Dragon further retreated.
Thelandria understood her task.
Sunlight withered beneath plumbaceous clouds as they pilfered the skies. A brisk wind picked up in the thick canopy surrounding the lakes. Thence wind turned to gust and gust meshed to form vigorous whirlwinds that would mire all in its wake. They sifted toward the demon as if of a mind of their own. Thelandria watched, strategizing, calculating; wanting not to intervene ill-informed. Nay, that would be of benefit to neither of them.
The clamor of thunder, the shriek of lightning, and the whistle of whirlwinds were the weapons that would see the dragon parted from it's assailant.
Thelandria, Attos of the City of Fern, would have it so.
Do not be afraid, Azil. You are not alone. If you should ever need my help, I will come.
Thelandria; Attos of the City of Fern.
Things For Sale In The House | Elvish Pipe
A gift given to him by a caravan of Elves he had traveled with on their way to Athoria in a show of solidarity, the Elvish pipe that sits in Titus’ house is the same pipe rumored to have been used by a great Attos. It dates back to before the Faerie & Elf war, and is told to be sanctified with the heart of their goddess of earth, Sutahatg.
MATERIALS USED
Made with various types of woods and blessed minerals not of this realm, Titus can’t remember what the names were of everything that was used in creating it. But he was promised that since it was once a pipe belonging to an Attos, and whittled in the name of Sutahatg, it could not have been made with anything dull or basic.
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THE BLESSINGS OF SUTAHATG (modest protection spell)
ITEM QUALITY
Because of this pipe being touched by other-world magicks and made for that of high ranking Elves, its durability is going to keep it in incredible conditions for centuries to come.

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Infrared Invasion | Thelandria & Caden | FB
Caden had decided to explore the city while Calliope was busy. Their lessons had been put on hold by something that involved Calliope and her job in the city. She had told him that he could explore the city until she returned, and he had taken her up on the offer. He hadn’t been out of her home unsupervised since she had brought him to Fern and he was more than happy to get a chance at exploration.
He had began his exploration by walking along the street where her home was located, walking up and down the street. There were women everywhere, merchants, civilians, soldiers, it was like being in Jeddah. It was a city that pulsed with life, it thrived. He tried to keep Calliope’s words in mind as he walked through the crowds.
He wore the clothing she had given him, the color was a deep rich green. He could see that his clothing was indeed better than the clothing of every male elf that walked around him. He could feel a light breeze through his hair, he had decided not to wear his kufiyyah and ghutra while walking through the city. While he was clearly an outsider, he didn’t want to appear to be too much of an outsider.
Talking another pathway, he found himself in nature, surrounded by trees. He walked along the path easily. There was still some snow on the ground, but it had mainly melted. The city seemed to be in eternally good weather. If there was a paradise on Earth, its name would be Fern. He was sure of that.
He stopped when he walked across another elf. She was ethereally beautiful. He didn’t quite meet her eyes as she asked what he was doing in Fern. From her tone, he was pretty sure that she was a high ranking elf.
"My lady, I am not here unannounced. I am the student of Calliope. She told me that I could see the city today while she is busy." Calliope had told him that if anyone bothered him about anything, she would take care of it. He glanced up at the elf, looking her over. She was taller, even taller than he was and he was tall by anyone’s standards. Her hair was the color of the moon and her eyes the ocean. He wasn’t sure about the etiquette that he should use. Normally he would ask her name but she might be offended at that because he was a man.
"If I may be bold, may I ask for your name, my lady?" He knew how to be polite and he spoke with the utmost politeness for her. Calliope had said she was safe but after seeing how elven males were treated in the streets versus the ones he saw in her manor, he wasn’t sure that she could protect him from a woman’s rage if he earned her anger.
Lofty aquamarines seethed in frustration at the man's lack of manner. He did not cow his head, nor kneel as was the custom of any male in the presence of an attos. He spoke in a manner somewhat agreeable, but his question brought naught save ignition to her anger. Inflamed, the woman's shoulders squared, her arms hardened — she took an offensive stance, tall, stolid, and fearsome — and those emblazoned pools of blue focused ever on the man.
——— She struck him, mightily, across the face with the back of her hand. Though bone was struck, Thelandria's arm reflexively bound back to her side.
❝Tell me, human, may you be so bold?❞ Came a haughty retort; pensive whilst the attos studied the man diligently, and with care.
Only, Thelandria noticed a tinge tethered to him seen once before upon someone she would call friend. A man, he was, but limited not preternaturally as other men were. The man of her memory could call upon the great eagles. Engulfed in a storm's mighty and inescapable grasp he could summon the sun and see that it shone effervescently upon the mountainside. For a split second she wondered if this man shared his ability. By extension, she wondered, could he share his wisdom and restraint?
In the next, Thelandria shoved that possibility from care.
Calliope's name left the man's lips not a few moments past. That was of a particular concern to Thelandria. She could think of no reason for her captain of the guard to keep fealty a strange human. No, no reason at all. What would calliope have to teach a man? Thelandria looked to Caden, piercing and wrathful, malevolent and collected.
❝What would Calliope have to teach you?❞
❝It was said that when all other lights went out, the light of Eärendil shone like a r e d and w r a t h f u l star.❞
The star of Eärendil, referred to by elves of elder days as Eärendilmir, has spawned the realms of the world since beginning-less time. With an age unknown; uncontestably older than recorded time, Eärendil witnessed the creation of the world as it is known, and has long-since fended off the darkness that lingers there'yonder.
Protecting the true creatures of light.
Vessels of starlight, communion with the morning and evening star is a quality the elves have found too valuable to abandon, or take for granted. When engulfed by unwavering darkness, it is with starlight that an elf glows brighter than any ray of the sun. The light sustains itself until the darkness recedes.
Thus it was, and thus it shall always be.