| the world of ALVANJA. |
| There are whispers in the trees that tell tales of darkness, of tyranny, of the dangers of being out at night when all else had been laid to rest. Moonlight may hang over the treetops, igniting the canopies with glowing flame, but there was no solace to be found, not for those with warm blood and life in their hearts. In this darkness came only those that claimed it for their own; life drinkers, Death's children, those that haunt twilight steps with shadows of their own making. Revenants, far and few between, were nightmare tales told to the young to keep them in bed when it was passed their time to rest. They were the living danger that even parents feared, haunting, too, their dreams and their waking moments. This was not the only threat in the warring lands of Alvanja, of course. Danger lurked behind all corners, none more pressing than the looming threat of war, heavy on the heels of all who travelled the lands. Dwarves made ready thick hammers of stone and steel, finely made and dangerous in close quarters, while Elves crafted spry bows and spears from allied trees, hard and enchanted with the most delicate of magics. Even the humans, in the middle as they were, took to arms, sharpening their blades and calling upon their bravest warriors and their deadliest of wizards to protect their lands and all they held dear. Other races, smaller in number but no less in determination, chose their sides with love, kinship or tactic to guide them. Only the Fae chose no side, war not sitting well on their shoulders and leaving their hearts dull and broken. (All wished to have them, however, for their kindness and skill in healing, second to none). In the midst of the danger, those without a clan, a people, a home... They wandered the world alone, no friend at their side and no family to soothe their hurts and their pains. There was only isolation and the knowledge that you were nothing, save on your own. Our tale follows one of this ilk, a lonesome creature betrayed by all. Thus, she walks, darkness both her past and present, the future bleak and uncertain. Her name was Lauralae. GODS | ELVEN | BLOOD MAGIC |
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