-A caravan as long as the Silk Road from the Honeyhead to the Milkhorn river’s mouth had pierced through the veil of the lands of álfar, making an impressive approach towards the territories of the House of Eldar (Kings of the unified Elven Realms of the Mother World). The D?kkálfar convoy was a large cavalcade consisting of the Drow aristocracy (The First Born sons of Kundra).

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  As the Rainbow Records read, the Dark Elves were the first race to emerge after the Ageless Ring came to an end. Born even before the Suns or Moons took to the 7 Heavens, all Myrkálfar were touched by the light of the stars, and a small few of them, even by the radiation of the Rainbow Reaper. This truth made them the rightful rulers of all Thrandish Elves until the times of the Dark Ones when their king made the wrong choice (Mind you, he was given no choice at all, to begin with). Due to this great woe, uncontested history remembers the Ljósálfar as the precursor species of the Drow.

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  They were each clad in twilight-tinted gambeson lined in tourmalines or teals. Their snow white hair was bound or braided in dyed hemp, precious metals, and phoenix feathers. They were each armed with twin blades, a handful of dirks, and a bow. Kundra Drow are traditionally ebon-hued, some being dull tones of blue or darker grays. Their ears are more broad and pronounced than the thinner, less obtuse ears of Thrandish Light Elves. Ljósálfar are sun worshipers and shape their architectural and aesthetic fashions in its golden likeness. Likewise, the Drow are moon worshipers (Formerly, the stars) and form their infrastructure and elegance to emulate its visage and cycles.

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  Behind the royal retinue of First Born was a ghastly grey rider, hoisted and saddled upon a pale mare (More dead than living). His pitch-colored skin was covered in melted obsidian armor and flesh-fused chain mail as black as the starless void. His cape and cowl were ragged and faded with burn holes throughout. His helmet, beneath the holes of the hood, was also burned, bent & deformed with a single eye slit below the brow of the helm. His fiery green gaze cast a dim & diffused light over the party which he’d tracked all across the elven continent.

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  The Riverlands of Silvanus are a grand expanse of super-forest chains, massive tropical jungles, great lakes, and mega rivers. There are no buildings or cities on Silvanus, but rather, fantastical forest fortresses, titanic tree towns & major mahogany metropolises throughout. The lesser trees of the Riverlands are large enough to hoist up and affix mansions, while the largest of them have branches thicker than buildings (Which are as densely populated & occupied by forest kin). Home Trees are themselves, villas & villages to the forest folk of the realms, and house thousands of Silvan citizens.

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  He might have trailed them all the way to the Tree Towns in the heart of their realm, had he not looked up. The Chromatic Compound in the high heavens changed its course before his very eyes. One moment it barreled off towards Phoenix, and the next its path was realigned with dry lightning, and it course-corrected along with the bolts in the surrounding sky. He knew what he had witnessed to have been true, because the whole of the caravan had halted to bear witness as well. The grey wraith tugged on the reins of his Mount of Mortis, and the pale mare lifted off into the deeper sky to trace the new path in the heavens. Along the new trail in the upper atmosphere, the haunting & haunted horsemen bore witness to the western horizon bursting into molten magma flames. He could hear, even from the incredible distance between, the cracking of the clouded cosmos and the voices of the wild winds (Mayhaps, the wind carrying the voices of the wild). Undeterred by his far-off surroundings, the bareback Lich galloped ever closer to the sudden & savage impact with the Dragon Continent. On his approach, he eyed a sleek & slender recombinant pillar, which had surely been broken moments before. Its numerous carvings had recently become brighter than day for a moment, transporting the celestial stone and star serpent across the continent. Few can trace trails through the windowless, tall towers, but the Undead, which gave chase, was among the small few whom could (And so he followed the deified Drake to the rendezvous Rainbow Rings of nearly all 33 jumps. He didn’t appear outside of the further inland location of the Empire’s wilds, however. Even though he had made the mirror trips through the Ring Net. The grey wraith smiled a rotten & rotting smile as black breath spewed out of his ragged, warped maw into his formerly holstered horn. The black mist which poured from his maw into one end of the cursed cornucopia spewed out of the other like a reverse vortex. The inverted tornado splashed about the grassy plain before rising up and taking the shape & form of the Dragon Lord, emulating his every motion and magic, to reveal his words to the wizard water well. He witnessed (First hand) the liquid surrounding the star dragon excite and brighten and bubble as before. Blowing upwards and outward like a hot spring, the newly formed fountainhead fell away along with the vanishing Dragon Lord. The complementary wellspring (Formed by Aster) mirrored the first, and as the grey ghost disappeared from water to woodland, the horseman fully receipted from the body of water and drew his jagged-edged pike from both of its sheathes.

  “Olórí,” Darken whispered.

  Moments passed before the water stirred again and began bubbling up around the last cove the star-studded serpent had trekked up from. The haunting & haunted horseman slowly emerged from the secondary watery depths with his eyes lit ablaze. The pale mare trodded across the surface of the salt water to the shoreline neither drenched nor leaving prints in the sand.