High Elf History
Nov 9, 2014 8:14:46 GMT
Post by Admin on Nov 9, 2014 8:14:46 GMT
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High elves were a very peaceful people in the days before Si'Kaer Polodi ( The Great Divide), the culture and nation as a whole thrived for knowledge. Their libraries were the centers of their cities, culture was more scholarly then of war or trade. They were artisans as well though, their architecture was a thing of legend, their use of magics to warp and twist the woods which grew naturally to create structures of magisty and beauty was only surpassed by their ability to form rock and grow it much like crystal. They held little use for weaponry, their basics were more then enough in the age of Aelondraelael (enlightenment).
Then the days of Si'Kaer Polodi (The Great Divide), these days were called this for many reasons by the High elves. The first reason being it was the time in which a great portion of the elves were forced back, the high elves themselves having to retreat to the sanctuary of the deep forests of Sholaes'm kael ( winter's gleen it was known as at the time, now called, Silthein Woods). The second is much more tragic then this, for it was in these days that the governing council of elders was split apart by the decision on whether to fight the oncoming surge of Humanity's war encrouching upon the borders of their kingdom, or flee to one of the outter havens in which they held little influience or sway. Many of the scholars sought to stay in hopes of seeking peace with Lord Adamire Chorster. Out of the 13 high council 5 voted to flee, noting the devistation and total disregaurd for life the human's had so ruthlessly left in their wake. They fled to the last refuge they could, seeking shelter from the great devistation they knew would come.
It took nearly 20 years to rebuild and recover some of their lost knowledge within their new home, and in their hearts a coldness for that of the humans formed. They held to the teachings of old and began trying to restore their libraries as best they could, many scholars taxing themselves to a point of nearly killing themselves by candle light. Within this time, of the 5 that had fled from the insurgence, 2 surcame to wounds. They were mourned but it was an awakening and a rebirth of their council, and in this council a leader, a king would be choosen, the first king being renamed Vaedi'm Byli (People's Voice). At the end when the rebuilding was finished and they sought to strengthen their nation diplomats were taught, forged in the ideals that knowledge would hold and perhaps a united Elven nation could be born.
The first few settlements were eager at the idea, and soon trade routes were formed and established among dispursed cultures of other elves who had been driven from their homelands. This created the beginings of the web they sought, the united elven nation that perhaps could one day retake their homelands. Diplomacy seemed to work, so they sought out one of the indiginous kingdoms of their new home, the wood elves. Their kingdom, their way of existence had been rocked to it's core only 25 years after they were nearly brought to extinction by humanity by one chilling autumn day. The ambassador who had been sent to the wood elf kingdom along with his cache of guards had been slaughtered, their horses driven back and brought by outskirting settlements to Aelael Cysti(elven home), the new capital and kingdom of the high elves. Upon their diplomat they found a note in blood reading, " O thaer or os shaejaer eil maraesaer jhoji paes thys si shylaer, tysti shas shael o'bi kyrn iar(You fell out of weakness and scattered like deer from the wolves, come back when you've grown up.)"
This one message, this one act of malice and cruelty, was the first they had felt by the hands of who they felt were their own kind. The coucil was again in turmoil, this time however not whether to flee or make peace, but rather to try to patch up whatever insult may have been done to the elves or even how to take the message. Soon a small but crutial civil war was raged, at first simply by words and arguement, but very soon it was with blood and steel. A sect within their society had been born, a group who felt the wood elves were right, a group who felt the time of merely seeking knowledge and peace was over. The war lasted for nearly 20 years before the sect which came to be known as Maeryl Os'Tali(Seasons of Change), became victorious over the coucil and the weak minded views of the council members that opposed their beliefs.
Much like the trees do in the fall, slowly the High elf kingdom and it's outlieing settlements closed off from the world, pulling in and regrouping, reassessing their beliefs and their structure. This was a time of relearning, a time of building, this was the Eires os Vaerdos(Autumn of Rebirth), and this lasted for over 100 years.
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High elves were a very peaceful people in the days before Si'Kaer Polodi ( The Great Divide), the culture and nation as a whole thrived for knowledge. Their libraries were the centers of their cities, culture was more scholarly then of war or trade. They were artisans as well though, their architecture was a thing of legend, their use of magics to warp and twist the woods which grew naturally to create structures of magisty and beauty was only surpassed by their ability to form rock and grow it much like crystal. They held little use for weaponry, their basics were more then enough in the age of Aelondraelael (enlightenment).
Then the days of Si'Kaer Polodi (The Great Divide), these days were called this for many reasons by the High elves. The first reason being it was the time in which a great portion of the elves were forced back, the high elves themselves having to retreat to the sanctuary of the deep forests of Sholaes'm kael ( winter's gleen it was known as at the time, now called, Silthein Woods). The second is much more tragic then this, for it was in these days that the governing council of elders was split apart by the decision on whether to fight the oncoming surge of Humanity's war encrouching upon the borders of their kingdom, or flee to one of the outter havens in which they held little influience or sway. Many of the scholars sought to stay in hopes of seeking peace with Lord Adamire Chorster. Out of the 13 high council 5 voted to flee, noting the devistation and total disregaurd for life the human's had so ruthlessly left in their wake. They fled to the last refuge they could, seeking shelter from the great devistation they knew would come.
It took nearly 20 years to rebuild and recover some of their lost knowledge within their new home, and in their hearts a coldness for that of the humans formed. They held to the teachings of old and began trying to restore their libraries as best they could, many scholars taxing themselves to a point of nearly killing themselves by candle light. Within this time, of the 5 that had fled from the insurgence, 2 surcame to wounds. They were mourned but it was an awakening and a rebirth of their council, and in this council a leader, a king would be choosen, the first king being renamed Vaedi'm Byli (People's Voice). At the end when the rebuilding was finished and they sought to strengthen their nation diplomats were taught, forged in the ideals that knowledge would hold and perhaps a united Elven nation could be born.
The first few settlements were eager at the idea, and soon trade routes were formed and established among dispursed cultures of other elves who had been driven from their homelands. This created the beginings of the web they sought, the united elven nation that perhaps could one day retake their homelands. Diplomacy seemed to work, so they sought out one of the indiginous kingdoms of their new home, the wood elves. Their kingdom, their way of existence had been rocked to it's core only 25 years after they were nearly brought to extinction by humanity by one chilling autumn day. The ambassador who had been sent to the wood elf kingdom along with his cache of guards had been slaughtered, their horses driven back and brought by outskirting settlements to Aelael Cysti(elven home), the new capital and kingdom of the high elves. Upon their diplomat they found a note in blood reading, " O thaer or os shaejaer eil maraesaer jhoji paes thys si shylaer, tysti shas shael o'bi kyrn iar(You fell out of weakness and scattered like deer from the wolves, come back when you've grown up.)"
This one message, this one act of malice and cruelty, was the first they had felt by the hands of who they felt were their own kind. The coucil was again in turmoil, this time however not whether to flee or make peace, but rather to try to patch up whatever insult may have been done to the elves or even how to take the message. Soon a small but crutial civil war was raged, at first simply by words and arguement, but very soon it was with blood and steel. A sect within their society had been born, a group who felt the wood elves were right, a group who felt the time of merely seeking knowledge and peace was over. The war lasted for nearly 20 years before the sect which came to be known as Maeryl Os'Tali(Seasons of Change), became victorious over the coucil and the weak minded views of the council members that opposed their beliefs.
Much like the trees do in the fall, slowly the High elf kingdom and it's outlieing settlements closed off from the world, pulling in and regrouping, reassessing their beliefs and their structure. This was a time of relearning, a time of building, this was the Eires os Vaerdos(Autumn of Rebirth), and this lasted for over 100 years.