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[Isilmea]

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It had been a difficult time. Isilmea sat thinking back to the words her father had spoken of their history. Many things as of late had troubled her deep within her heart. She sat in conflict over what she had tried to do and now saw her failure.

“…please father, show me the answers I seek. Show me the path we must walk as true wielders of the Eledhwen.” Isilmea spoke as her eyes gazed upon a certain tome. She reached for the tome were her beloved father, Rhama’Locke’s, words were recorded and began to read:

"... On the matter of ruling and land holdings humans seem to forget where they come from, or the purpose of their existence. Materialistic ideals seem to cloud their soul, as they will abide laws of their own, without respect for their fathers or brethren, humans will slay elves and humans alike in the name of royalty.

I pray the father is looking away, for he would be disappointed to see the dishonor in their actions. We, his children, who have his permission to inhabit this soil, manifest our gratitude every day. We would never call this land our material possession, but rather the blessing that was rightfully granted to us by a power greater than life itself. We the people should always remember where we come from, and who our father is, and why we must humble to his presence every day. We give thanks for the beauty he grants us within a simple flower, we see the gem that nature is, and the art it inspires (for nature itself was painted with the brush of wisdom).

Mankind will look not at the flower, but at the soil it is planted on. They will see the art in a metal or a stone that has unique color to them. Worst of all, mankind will forever see art within power, and admire vulgar displays of it. Kingdoms arise and crush others, with blades and armor they march, cutting trees down, polluting the waters with their ignorance. They will forever take the essence of beauty and twist it under their limited and flawed ideals, and henceforth implement it in a land that does not even belong to them. We who were the firstborn, we who are here to guide them in light, we the children of the Iluvatar must bare to see their arrogance and pay for it ourselves. Men's arrogance lies not only in the claiming of land, but also in the claiming of justice. A concept that was created by one greater than their kingdoms, one greater than existence, one who transcends the elements. Humans dare defy him in their attitude, as they continue to execute those poorly enough to come in their way, be it other men or our brethren as well. They will meddle in affairs that do not concern them, and pass out laws that do not belong to them.

For the killing of all that is just and beautiful, I condemn mankind into eternity of misery. They will forever crawl in under the shadows of their own mediocrity, which will hinder light. I will humbly ask for His forgiveness, but my patience has run out and I do not have the strength or love towards this people to show them the way. They will forever hate us firstborns for we are what they will never be, and they will always blame us for it. Little do they know that they weight themselves down, for perfection does not lie in immortality, but in humility? No man deserves the virtues if enlightenment as long as they continue to conquer the soil that is not there own, and take the life that was never granted to them. This land may soon fall under the hands of mankind, but we will prevail, in that which they call love, in that which they will soon regret. We will rest in peace under His care and no more, for we no longer care about perfection, 'tis merely a term humans use to call that which is unreachable to them.

The great tragedy of mankind has been forged under human hands. They have limited themselves into a material existence, and it will not be long until they forget where they have come from entirely. Doomed is the soil they walk on and their existence, and they should be left alone or we shall taint ourselves with their disease..." ( Rhama'Locke, The Betrayal of Mankind )

Isilmea closed the tome and became aware of what she must do. The Queen of the Elves had finally woken up…. She was to become her father’s daughter …history would be honored. The lore of her people would be caressed. Upon the floor by the Queen a map had fallen from the tome, a map of Yew.

The actions of the Atani would no longer be ignored.
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[Baratus]

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Baratus' mind raced with confusion over what had happened to him recently. Being unceremoniously ousted from the Elven Kingdom was a hard pill to swallow for someone who had been promised safe haven from evil. Baratus had always been around to assist the elves in any way he could when they were in trouble. He had pleaded with Isilmea to let him back into the palace but was met with a cold silence and blank gaze. Apparently, Anna's wishes were not to be fulfilled. The elves seemingly showed no concern over Baratus' plight with the necromancers in the swamps. Baratus, it would appear, no longer mattered to the elves. He would be left to wander the realm alone...

Thoughts of confusion changed to anger and bitterness. Baratus clenched his fist as he walked through the forests of Yew, now far from the palace and apparent insanity. He drew his sword suddenly and began cutting a swath through the trees and bushes. Monsters who got in his way were quickly dispatched as well. In his blind rage, Baratus had stumbled upon a strange yet familiar looking castle located south of the Yew Moongate.

Looking up, he saw a signpost. It read:

"Yew Welcome Center"

Upon closer inspection, Baratus noticed a faded inscription slightly underneath the text, barely decipherable.

"The Something Awakening..."

Curious, Baratus opened the steel doors to the castle and went inside to investigate the interior...