More ramblings about Elven history, isn't it grand?
>>6284906
>>6284906
>>6284906

''Could you perhaps tell me more about the history of your realm?'' You asked. If you would be so kind.'' You added on.

''To understand the history of the eflrealm of the snowglades, the Aman-Alantári, we must go back about six centuries, to the time of my grandfather. It was he who brought us back from our exile, after we had to abandon it in the dark days,'' Artuileno began.

You knew that part well; it was said that when the sorcerer Scillarion began his campaign, he first descended upon the northern realms, which he devastated with gleeful cruelty , including the snow elves of the snowglades. The survivors were forced to flee southward, where they joined up with the Isidorian empire. What happened next was the foundation of the modern religion that most of Argalis followed in lockstep, though with some deviation here and there.

That was the part you, and everyone, knew; it was the story that was preached by deacon and cardinal alike. But the scriptures didn't care about what happened afterwards; that was for the chronicles to say.

''It was before the coming of most of the modern realms; the Tautenic tribes were half-pagan and half-Curian. The world had been marred, perhaps permanently, but my grandfather saw before him an opportunity. He was a young elf, about thirty or so, and worked as a merchant captain in Castana and Mithras. Though he never stayed in port very long, he didn't feel any place was his home. He was always searching for something more, something that would give him purpose beyond the endless cycle of buying and selling. Artuileno said.

''He was of a lesser house of the old elf realm, specialising in shipping and commerce, though he had been born in exile; his father and mother had given to him a dream: to go north, reclaim that which was lost, and renew that which had been broken.''

''It wouldn't be easy, of course; most of our people were scattered across the realms of men, where you still can find those who refused to make cause with him, so he went forth alone at first to see if he could find anything among the ruins. The human tribes stayed away for fear of being cursed, but on the corpse of the last king before the darkness, he found the crown.''

Artuileno took off his crown for you to see; it was made of mithril, like your sword, and set with a jewel that seemed to glitter and shine like the stars at night.