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the east
    The East is the most unknown region with almost half of it's land covered in forest filled with strange plants and animals.

    Currently the East is in development as many researchers gather in order to learn about the forest's strange properties. Many medicinal discoveries have been made with the research.
restricted territories
  • arden forest
  • wild garden


private territories
  • elru research tower
  • more tba


neutral territories
  • elru springs
  • more tba.

provinces
  • arnad of lyfamelle [secret to most beings]
  • more tba.
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/random post for alpha/

A stranger in the East traced sand from the folds of his garments, each motion trickling gold dust. As the wind rose through the forest, it carried the soft hush of trees and leaves, taking with it the grains of distant deserts. Although his jade eyes resonated with the forest, there was something distinctly different about him.

"Mama, look! These stones are so pretty!"

An elven child approached the foreign shop, the likes of it unseen in the forest. Compared to the tidy stalls and quiet shops of Arden, it was a simple display of various artifacts, jewels, trinkets and scripts on a wide cloth. As the child admired the glimmering jewels, he failed to notice his mother a distance behind him. The boy smiled down, his deep blue eyes dyed lilac in the scarlet reflection.
Without warning, a knot tightened deep in his stomach. Rather it be a child's imagination or intuition, the boy felt an immense vulnerability. Struck with fear, he froze. It was as if a beast slumbered next to him.

"Do those interest you?"

The smooth voice startled the child, his eyes still frozen on the blanket beneath him. Seated cross legged in front of the young elf, the supposed merchant reached across. The boy caught the tiniest bit of sand spilling from his sleeve.

"This one here is a Blood Rose Amulet." His hand slid across, moving down the rows of stones. "It can only be mined in the Avan Oasis."

Thawing from his frozen limbs, the elven child's gaze slowly rose to meet a pair of pale eyes. With striking yet delicate features, he wore a keffiyeh and what seemed to be the attire of the Southern desert. The edges of the cloth crowned his face, resting just below his lips. He was a beautiful young man, even to the standards of elves.

"Khaled," the child's mother called, gently tapping the boy's shoulder. "It's time for us to return home." The elven woman looked to the merchant and nodded. It was uncommon for any foreigners to reach the inner walls of the forest, and most civilians were wary of these strangers. However these people were of polite and peaceful nature. Khaled clutched his purchased amulet close to his chest, as he and his mother left the unusual shop.
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OOC Sidenote: Translations are in [ ]. I've chosen Sindarin and Quenya interchangeably [which will be italicized with the color] for the Elvish language [there will be characters who won't understand the language since it's not "common" tongue]. All credits go to Tolkien for his language.

The small hushing of the winds casted over the lands of the East. Arden Forest bloomed ever so brightly and vibrantly as the leaves daintly landed of the soils of earth, covering the vast land with green. Soft whispers fell across the forest as the animals chattered among themselves. The valiant sun rays of light shone down upon the plants, flowers, and trees as they bloomed beautifully. The makeshifts of the vines, branches, hollow stumps, tree-holds, and leaves created shelter for those in hiding or needed shade away from the bright light. But, not only do animals lurks the Arden Forest, but beings that are as light as a feather as well as they, who are blessed with magnificent beauty, and omniscient intelligence, wisdom, and knowledge.

Gentle, soft hooves were heard beneath the rumbling of the grounds as a being covered in a brown cloak was riding on top of a creature. The creature was one that no man or other beings have seen before, but rather heard in stories or folktales. The creature's eyes were solid white, but had a natural blue shine to them, as if blue flames appeared from his eye lids. The creature was horse-like, yet, not so much. Aside from the creature's body that was in a form of a horse, white, hardened scales were seen in the front of the creature as well as on his tail. A light, pink, rose flower was draped in the front of the mythical being. Horns were seen on the horse-like creature and a long, dragon-like whiskers were shown on his face. His tail held sharp-like porcupines, ready to be stabbed within someone's being if threatened. The creature was silver-white throughout his body and hair, having fur on his hooves and the end of his tail. He was built and quite strong, always ready to listen to his long-time friend: Aistaraina.

A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she and the horse, dragon-like creature, Akiva, found a place to call their own, away from their home that flourished with people, marketplaces, guards, the Royals, and the Royal's faithful "servants" that included the Warriors/Hunters, Healers, Lady-in-Waitings, Trainers, and Chefs. It was their own little "safe-haven", a place to get-away from the world, a sweet escape. It had been a long day with the Council of Elders, but even then, long couldn't describe what she had to sit and listen to as time passed, ever-so slowly. To being as herself, the Elves, a race of mythical beings that are known for their ever-lasting immortality of beauty, intelligence, and power, time was forever and eternal. They had all the time in the world to do the things needed, aside from daily routines or rituals. But, small disturbances has been lurking in the forest, alerting not only the Warriors, but also the Elders. However, the Elders always had feared another War approaching upon them after millenniums, but, it wasn't something to take lightly. There were whispers in the trees, chatters among the plants and creatures, and rumours spreading in the Arden Forest.

She knew of the humans that would come and take plants to make herbal medicine or use it for alchemy, however, she found no threats towards them, as the Elves had remained and lived in secret for billions, thousands of years. Perhaps it was because the Researchers, as humans called them, felt it in their bones where they should cross and where they should stop. Every now and then, a couple hundred years, there would be a human that would manage to find and divulge their way deeper into Arden Forest. But, it was never close enough to her civilization. Barriers and Watchers are stationed around every corner of the Forest, even then, the Arden Forest went on for miles and miles, never-ending.

"Melda heri [beloved lady], what aids you?" Akiva asked in common tongue, raising his head a little higher as he turned to look at his friend. Closing her eyes, Aistaraina allowed the nature to speak to her, as she felt the shift and change in her surroundings as she felt her mana becoming one with the life force inside Arden Forest. A smile graced her lips as her eyes slowly fluttered open, revealing her warm, dark, brown eyes. "It's the Forest, Akiva. There's something approaching. . . maybe not soon, but it's coming, and we must be ready." Her tender voice carried, as it chimed through the air with the wind. Aistaraina's soft, porcelain complexion was unblemished as she gently slipped a finger in Akiva's mane, humming softly to herself. "Though, a rest is sometimes needed, just like now, the trek through the Forest was very much needed. Hantanyel [thank you], Akiva." She leaned down slowly, whispering into Akiva's ears, before sitting upright once more. Clamping his hooves down on the ground, as he lifted up his front legs, Akiva neighed excitedly. A small giggle escaped the Princess' lips as she inhaled and exhaled. "We should go now, Melda heri. They'll worry if they find that you have not returned. It saddens me to have to do this." Akiva solemnly told the Princess as he turned back around in the direction they came from.

Nodding, Aistaraina balanced herself well as she propped herself up, readying herself for the journey back to her home: Lyfamelle "You are right, Akiva. As much as I do enjoy this, I have a duty to return to and a responsibilities to upheld." She calmly stated, agreeing with her trusted friend as they went on their way. As soon as they arrived near the marketplace in her home, Aistaraina had gotten off of Akiva, "Mellon [friend], it seems we part our separate ways now." Sadly, Aistaraince gently nuzzled Akiva's nose as she gently placed a kiss on it. Nudging her, Akiva shook his head,Namárië "We won't be apart for too long, my friend. We have 'til the 'morrow. Namárië [farewell]. "Hearing reassurance from Akiva, Aistaraina smiled, letting go of her friend as they walked their separate ways. "Tenna enta lúmë [until that time]." A low whisper echoed through the air as Akiva knew it was Aistaraina. Akiva wasn't of the norm and only those who were of Royal birth would know of her companionship with a dragon-horse. However, the only catch of her being able to venture off without guards was to disguise herself. Leaving the hood on her head as the cloak framed her body, Aistaraina eyed the marketplace. Peaceful yet bustling as each stall and shops had their own niche and set-up.

However, stopping in her tracks, Aistaraina looked from afar, seeing a stall she hadn't seen before. Observing the merchant, Aistaraina took notice of his attire. He was most likely from the Southern Region, why and how did he get here? Heading to a stall to not cause suspicion for standing in the middle of the marketplace, she found herself looking at a food stall. The smell of the fruits tingled and ignited her senses as she loved eating fruits. However, Aistaraina's ears picked up on the conversation, not needing to be close enough to hear such words. His voice was alluring, silky, smooth even, perhaps it could compare to an Elves' charm, but even then, Aistaraina had noticed something different about the merchant. Was he not human? Regardless, Aistaraina waited for the mother and her child to leave as she took notice of the Blood Rose Amulet he had gotten. It was beautiful, but what made her curious was what other artifacts the merchant had with him and how he had gotten to Lyfamelle, her home, without alerting the guards. Maybe he bypassed because he wasn't one who was suspicious and the Warriors allowed him through. Or did he get her Father's consent?

Many questions plagued her mind. Wanting to seek some answers, Aistaraina approached the merchant, looking at the wide cloth that held various artifacts, jewels, trinkets, and scripts. However, what caught her attention was an ancient book, or rather, script on parchment paper that may not mean much to others, but meant well to her. "Amatulya [welcome], sir. I have not seen your face around here before. Have you traveled far? From your clothes, perhaps you come from the Southern Regions?" Her eyes looked over at the merchant, not judging, but more out of interest as she began to see him clearer than before. She noticed trinkling gold dust surrounding his frame as well as a keffiyeh. Aistaraina's own cloak had matched the merchant's attire, allowing the edges of her hood to cover her head, just bellow her forehead, though, her warm eyes could be seen. "I am quite intrigued by the many items that you have gotten in your hold. Did you have to venture far to get them?" Her gentle voice asked with politeness and wonder.
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As the boy and the mother left, the merchant smiled, his gaze softened on their distancing figures. The elven boy giggled, as his mother laced her fingers with his. A gust of chilled wind swept through the forest, rustling the leaves in an eerie dance of shadows. The merchant's smile faded, and he sighed through his teeth.

The elves were dignified creatures, mythical and with grace. However they were discreet, and secluded from the rest of the world. They were like the rarest of ores, hidden in deep mines of legends. What desire is there to harness this wonder. The merchant's pale gaze focused on the rustling of the trees, his eyes cold with distant thought. As a cloaked figure approached the seated merchant, he blinked, meeting her hooded eyes. They rested on the scripts, curious wonder behind the lucid colour of her gaze. Despite the cloak that shrouded her, she was like moonbeam slipping through a veil of clouds. As she spoke to the merchant, he could feel her gazing into him, a peculiar curiosity. "You're quite perceptive, miss. Although I may be dressed in foreign attire, you're quite right." Shifting his weight, the merchant leaned forward to retrieve the script the lady seemed to have taken an interest in. The pages were worn with age, however it was noticeably handled with care by the young man. "I'm a wandering merchant, and the last of my venture was the Southern desert." The merchant passed the script into the lady's hands for closer inspection. Her infinite gaze was of those with boundless curiosity, her desire to know more seeking beyond the discreet forest. "I collect a variety of items from my travels, but only what has become a personal interest to myself." With his jade eyes, the merchant stared up at the cloaked lady and chuckled. "It only seems to attract children, and curious onlookers."
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Hearing his voice as it rang in her ears, a slight shiver went down her spine. Never had that ever happened to her before, in her life, especially by hearing just someone's voice. Her curiosity peaked even more by two things: the merchant and the script. Aistaraina observed the merchant's movements as he reached for the script. Looking from above, Aistaraina could see how worn out the pages were as he handed the parchment towards her with a careful touch and hand. Extending her left hand out ever-so slowly, as her right hand tucked under her left elbow so as to not drape the other merchandise on the carpet with her cloak, Aistaraina took the pages in her hand, delicately touching the first page. It was crisp as a scent slowly flowed through her nose. It smelled of the woods and pine. The scent engulfed her senses as she found bliss in the beauty of nature's produce.

Looking at the intricate drawings and script that appeared on the pages, Aistaraina continued on delicately touching the ink that felt as if it had been written on, just days ago, yet, she knew, it was aged within decades. Could this be the manual she had been searching for? Was this it? Excitement soared through her veins though externally, her face remained calm, though a smile graced her lips, as if she was beaming with radiance and joy. However, once more, the merchant spoke, as his voice seemed to capture her attention once more. Aistaraina noticed his jade eyes, as she couldn't help but be certainly lost in the moment because of them. His eyes, as Aistaraina noticed, spoke deeply to her. It was one of mystery that held unknown strength and power. She knew it in her bones that the merchant was more than he appeared, especially when a slight breeze passed through the both of them. It was subtle yet calming. However, Aistaraina couldn't put her hand on it, everything about his aura. . his silhouette. . caused enough interest and piquing curiosity to grow more within her.

Hearing his comment, Aistaraina let out a soft, breathy laugh as he chuckled, "It seems you have caught me red-handed, sir. The variety of items you have collected have definitely piqued my interest, especially this script that you have seen to know that I've taken noticed of. Can I ask where you had found these pages?" Her voice raised slightly higher as she voiced her question, her tone remaining gentle. Taking the script and hugging it slightly to her frame, Aistaraina looked down at the objects placed on the cloths once more, taking her time inspecting them. "I am glad to know I have assumed correctly of where you had been before. It would have been laughable if it wasn't, wouldn't it?" Aistaraina asked, a slight giggle escaping her lips as a warm atmosphere took place between her and the merchant. The comfort of her home engulfed her as she hummed softly to a tune she loved. "Is there a specific item that you have in your possession that has become most important to you?"
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The merchant hummed, a faint smile on his lips. Reaching his hand towards the script, his gaze flickered up at her, pausing as if asking for her approval. "You seem to take an interest in peculiar things." He said, eyes gleaming like a silver dagger. Tracing his fingers across the rigid parchment, he stared down at the dark ink. "I should ask you to be careful, miss. Curiosity can sometimes be a dangerous thing." Brows raising, the merchant chuckled in nervous laughter and shuffled an inch back. "I apologize, I've overstepped my boundaries. You see, I've recovered those scripts in the Yukon Mountains. It can be quite dangerous in the far North. One shouldn't stray as far as I had."

He followed her soft downwards gaze, strands of copper hair slipping past his keffiyeh as he tilted his head. "No, it isn't." The merchant chuckled, a gentle smile crowning his features. At her question, he crossed his arms, his gaze shifting sideways. "Important?" The merchant brushed a finger against his bottom lip, a smirk forming underneath. "I have a charm for good luck." He said, "Its a gift, as well as a reminder."
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A lit roll of tabacco held between his lips, Lucis Vaan exhaled smoke as he sighed.
Holy shit, is this place gloomy or what.
The man's dark gaze shifted, glowering at the lucid forest. It smelled of pine and leaves, mixed with smoke and copper. Cracking his neck, he stood from his seat. "Well, partner." He said, his tone dripping with distasteful sarcasm. Surrounding him, there were red patches of field, the blades of grass slick with blood. His seat, the slumping body of a guard of the Lyfamalle gate. "Are you ready to find ourselves a princess?"
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*Behind Lucis was a huge, humanoid beetle like figure that stood at 8 feet. This beetle's name was Bludsoe. He slowly stepped forword into the gate, using his natural abilities of a insect to see if he could sense any living creature's.*
His voice was very deep
We could've just snuck in here without killing anyone. When we accomplish this, everyone well know the Princess is a danger, and not out having fun.
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A low chuckle emptied his lips, as he flicked the butt and killed the embers under his feet. "He's just a single, measly guard. If anything, he attacked us first." Lucis waved his hand, a gesture to exaggerate his words. "Anyways, what's the point of taking the princess, if the King won't tremble in fear over his dear daughter."
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Alert troops well make the battle more deadly. Last thing I need is a meaty human like you slowing me down. Make sure you gave it your all.

*Bledsoe began to walk towards the high volume of tall trees to the right.*
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Aistaraina blinked as a hand extended towards her. Looking up from the merchandises on the cloth, Aistaraina tilted her to the side slightly confused. Did he want money? However, a flicker of realization appeared on her face as she laughed softly, gently handing the script in the merchant's hands. Observing the merchant's actions once more, Aistaraina remarked to herself silently of the quiet, gentleness of the man before her. But, the words he told her next came as a surprise when he warned her of her curiosity. She wasn't expecting such words from him, especially as his fingers traced the dark ink that seemed to come to life on the pages. Seeing his nervousness, Aistaraina shook her head as her expression appeared calm and soft as ever as she soothingly spoke, like a whisper through the wind, "You have not done anything wrong. It's quite. . kind of you to warn me of the dangers that lies beyond the leaves of Lyfamelle." A smile displayed on her lips as she spoke towards him, before continuing,"Even if you over-stepped, you have my word, there's nothing to fear. So, please, speak comfortably. I don't mind. Plus, aren't you and I the same? Both of curious nature, especially when finding items that is far out of reach, yet we venture anyways?" She asked quietly yet passionately before she heard him speak of the Yukon Mountains. Listening to the information given to her, Aistaraina wondered why these scripts lied in the Mountains? However, at the mention of danger, she understand immediately. If the merchant was able to survive such a dangerous trek, he was far more than he seemed. "And in the face of danger, you smile and scoff at death, risking your life for this parchment. Surely this has attracted your attention as well as it has for me."

However, when the merchant shifted his gaze away from her, Aistaraina looked in the direction he was eyeing, only for her attention to be brought back solely on his frame. Wondering why he brushed a finger on the bottom of his lips, Aistaraina blinked in another surprise when a sly grin of a smirk appeared on his lips. Out of curiosity, Aistaraina leaned in slightly, though the two were still inches or feet apart from each other. If it was a secret, if it was a reminder, would he dare or so boldly show her his "good luck charm" or rather his "gift"? "What is your gift, your reminder, if you don't mind me asking? Curiosity is quite a dangerous thing, though, I have no qualms in taking a leap of faith." However, before Aistaraina could take another glance or speak another word towards the merchant, her ears twitched slightly as her attention went in the direction of the Forest in which she came from with Akiva. Narrowing her eyes slightly, Aistaraina turned her body slightly, listening to the sounds of the bird's chirping and the movements in the Forest. What is it?
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Nathan Moreau; Mission Status
"Assassins killing researchers? Can't be too hard," he muttered stretching up a bit. For once he had decided to take a mission. It was uncommon for him simply because he liked to do his own thing, produce results in his own way despite how obscure they could be. He couldn't count the number of times he thought he was doing a simple task that turned out to be something much more. He took out his daggers and using a bit of magic, he sharpened them like they were brand new.

This area was unexplored, his favorite. Maybe he would make it a side mission of his own to find something ancient of his own to take away and sell on the market. "Or I could just keep it for myself again and see what happens," he said to himself holding up his left gloved hand knowing what lied beneath it.
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Leia Salvatore


"My Father hasn't returned home yet. . .and I'm afraid. . with all of the occurences lately that he may have been . . . killed. Please, Miss Leia, find him for me. . please." Her eyes fluttered open slowly as she adjusted her eyes to her surrounding, seeing only green everywhere she looked. Looking from above, the leaves of the trees were blocking the sun enough to allow her some shade for a little shut eye. She hadn't slept during her travels to get to the East from the West region of Estal. She loved the walk, however, sometimes the roads were always too quiet to her liking so she was grateful when she found a small chattering animal at her side. Smiling at the small fox that was on her lap, she gently brushed his fur as he woke up. Seeing his fluffy tail wagging, Leia got up slowly and stretched her arms and legs as she traveled her way through Arden Forest. "Juniper, what do you think happened? Is he dead? Alive? Taken? But, why researchers? So strange, isn't it?" She asked out-loud as she kept an ear out for any sudden movements around her. However, stopping in her tracks, Leia heard small footsteps, though to an untrained ear, nothing was heard, but to hers, it was as clear as day. Looking on the ground, she noticed different trailing of the leaves. One side was more pressed into the ground as the others were barely touched. Who was here? Friend or foe?

As she walked softly through the trail, she heard a voice up ahead as she placed a hand on the hilt of her blade. Whoever it was, she readied Heartsblade as she began to unsheath her sword, only to quickly extend her sword, holding it out in front of whoever would be before her when she turned the corner. "Who goes there?" She commanded as she couldn't see the person's face, as his back was turned at her while Juniper was in a crouching, protective stance besides her.
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Nathan Moreau; Mission Status
Though not a specialized tracker, he could tell someone, not just some mere animal, was making the very soft noises in the forest, so soft he could only hear them if he concentrated. How? He glanced toward his hand; the mark there pulsating toward a large energy souce as if it wanted to absorb and consume what was there. However, he was not the entity, and would not be consumed himself by Vayleth's primal urge.

The sound of the blade alerted him completely to the presence before him. Taking a glance at the person examining her for a moment but his eyes settled on her weapon. Turning slightly, so his left side faced her and her blade. "Does this happen often in the East? Threatening people just for being around?" He asked, the daggers in their holsters on his body clear as day, and he gave no indication of wanting to take them off of his person.
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Leia Salvatore


As Juniper eyed the man, he gekkered, a sound mix between a howl and a bark. Leia never took her eyes off the man as she watched his movements to a tee. She didn't want to take any chances, especially when it was such a coincidence that she found him in the woods as well. Narrowing her eyes, she heard him speak as she cocked her head slightly to the side. It was true. . normally she wouldn't be so hostile to someone she haven't even met. She never judged before getting to know someone, but right now, things were different. Leia could smell something so foul that it made her adrenaline rush through her veins as excitement bubbled in her stomach. It was blood. Dried blood. But, it wasn't coming from the man before her, no, she could tell something was off about the man, but no bloodlust radiated from him . . yet. Regardless, she watched as he never made any indications of taking off the daggers from his holster.

If he wasn't a threat, Leia wondered if he was an assassin as herself or a mercenary, considering she'd never seen him in the Guild before, unless he comes and goes while she wasn't around. Whatever the case may be, Leia took a deep breathe before lowering her blade, though, the grip on her blade was still tightly secured in her hands, ready for anything. "I wouldn't know if it happens often. However, I don't believe people are 'just around', if you know where I'm getting at, considering, there has been murders of Researchers that lived in outside of this Forest." She spoke cautiously though she sighed, slipping a finger through her hair as she flipped her braids behind her back. "What business do you have out here? Judging by your attire. . . you must be on a mission, perhaps. . . the same one I'm on . . or. . are you the one I'm looking for?"
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