antoine and evka were right; something is hanging over their heads. like a darker-than-usual cloud and only antoine can see it. ren is on the edge of the precipice overlooking the poor shape of his folk. wardens are still recovering, the ordinary people are picking up where soldiers are slacking. not that he means to make it sound that way just .. despite being pillars of strength, there are times where they are simply man, elf, and dwarf.
of course, ren has the natural itch to go beyond the walls of safety to scout. he's alright on his own, can handle himself and been through worse. with 'rook' busying somewhere else, might as well right?
gloved hand absentmindedly rub line of jaw and chin. he makes a noise with the quiet approach of @banalras , and the warden nods in greeting. ren snorts, head shaking slowly,
" i bet there are a few villagers trapped out there. hiding. biding time. we don't enough strength right now to get to them unless .. " he shrugs, blinks. and he's joking .. somewhat. " well, you can always come with if you're that worried about me. doesn't hurt to have another blade. "
me and ren thinking about kids again. he absolutely adores mila and respects her father holden and his craft. ( as he often goes to him for repairs and such. ) ren would often bring raw components for mila to pick at and she would absolutely talk his ear off, which he enjoys. :')
over 5000 years ago .. there lived this great elven kingdom. alongside their ruler there was dragons. they lived in relative harmony for who knows how many centuries before the elven/dragon war. it's after the assassination of said elvenking vellhen by the young mad prince, ellhen's only son, gellren, that does the kingdom utterly falls apart from within. athildon, the dragonking, and one of vellhen's greatest friend and ally, took the elvenking's death as personal and waged war on the mad prince and all who would follow him.
over the course of several hundred years the once earned peace is no where in sight. and the elves that rally with gellren proved to be formidable; quick and savage were their assaults, that the dragonkind is greatly injured in the war. and his mate, melusine, leads the efforts to find and restore a new suitable heir. in the end, nearly all dragonkind are pushed back through portals that would lead into their originating homerealm, ryze'bol, including dragonking athildon, their supporting army, as well as melusine. in the last ditch effort to kill the mad prince, dropher and biedgar ( athildon's sons ), led a final assault on the prince. wing and claw, brute force and gaping maw, the forces were decimated and the prince was torn apart. dropher was heavily injured but managed to make it to ryze'bol along with the rest of the fleeing dragons. consequently, the realm fell under chaos and split. with the mad prince dead, the elven realm fell to warlords over the course of 2000 years.
sometime during the 2000 years, a sect of elves from the woodland and mountainous regions managed to flee from the war of strife and bloodshed and settled into the same realm of ryze'bol. there, they would establish a new kingdom that would thrive for several eras.
what they did not expect, though origins of them are unknown, demons. demons are ferocious and terrible beasts. misshapen, their drive to kill and eat and destroy would harass the elves for centuries. and from the chaos would birth a sect similar to that of the su'urkate of ebernum, however, instead of being 'chosen by sindicus', the selected elves, warriors of high renown, mhages, anyone who was willing to sacrifice their life to fight the demons, would drink ( consume the essence of demonkind ) a blackened ichor that would temporarily given them superior abilities, senses, and battle prowess.
it turns the tide in several battles. while villages and bodies litter the earth, the guild of velfalon ( rangers of the kingdom of iltuitl ) repel the demon forces time and time again. generations passing. ilrien's ancestors wane; with the final push against the demonhorde, dragons make a reappearance again but this time, they are a shell of their former selves, starving, and some having allied with the demons of aaryibor.
with the decline of the elven kingdom, many common elf have moved on from the capital city, following the elder mhages council. they built a city north, and with magick, erected a wall of glass that would keep them safe from outsiders. with the majority of elves no longer within the capital's walls, all is left is a barren city save those still adamant in the current rulers and their sickly son ...
news grow of unrest after the time of peace lay dormant for too long. villages, both far and near, are being completely wiped off the map. utter destruction and mayhem orchestrated by none other than the rise of the demonlorde, teival, and his son, kreios. ( the rise of a demonlorde bodes will in the realm. for they are masterminds. the head of the demonhorde. the demons of aaryibor stand united to make a unified army with no rule but one; to sow chaos. ) along with a host of dragons .. do they stand a chance?
it's what marks the greatest, darkest period of the elven kingdom. some say the demons have won. they savaged the land so much that food runs scarce for all. the waters are poisoned. the air foul that spreads from the wastelands. either way, ilrien's village is one but many to have fallen. unlike some, they were fortunate enough to be ruled by an experienced general, a mhage of some renown. Saelihn conjures a portal and any who wished to live, fled within and emerged in ebernum. a land barely touched, flowing with trees and rivers. the mountains peek far and the summers hot, and the winters cold. ilrien is an adult already at this time. along with larawen, they take a deep breath and finally .. start to build a new life. Saelihn names the new village valahren...
ilrien hangs up his sword and shield and sets to dirtying his hands with dirt instead of blood .. but the demon ichor still runs in the rangers and they're struggling to keep the nightmares at bay.
me and ren thinking about kids again. he absolutely adores mila and respects her father holden and his craft. ( as he often goes to him for repairs and such. ) ren would often bring raw components for mila to pick at and she would absolutely talk his ear off, which he enjoys. :')
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Ilrien is a simp.
Ilrien can't make the voices go away.
Ilrien will go feral. watch out.
Ilrien is not good with social cues.
Ilrien forgets to eat sometimes.
Ilrien will remind others in the midst of chaos how goodย they'reย being.
Ilrien is a horrible liar.
Ilrien has fallen asleep at their desk while working in the middle of the night.
Ilrien is a cry baby.
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@engards sent ren a hug! their first meeting plays vaguely in his mind; larawen was too deep in thought as they travelled. something was clearly bothering her. so much so that neither ren didn't figure out the ambush until it was too late. the woman was quite an actress. then the rogue at the end of the battle, oh so easy to lay down his life for her. ren remembers bristling and suggesting she kill him instead, to save them the trouble. but she didn't. instead she agreed. and he watched between the days and lights as weeks rolled by.
then in denerim, once again, ambushed in the street, by antivan crows. something about finishing zevran off for running off from them, he recalls. once that battle was over and done with, lara seemed to trust him more and bond. ren started to loosen up a bit more, although hesitantly. it the group's first long while interaction with any crow henceforth.
the warden recognizes the lines of tattoos on his cheeks, the devilish look in his eyes that genuinely seem to twinkle with mischief. wouldn't be zevran without it. the tan skin, the sandy blonde hair .. ren was glad to see him.
without hesitation, the larger strode forward to pull zevran into a gripping embrace, " oh, zevran! nice to finally see an old friend. " he eventually lets go, but keeps his hands on the assassin's shoulders. " word got around you're still .. running from the crows? you'd think they let go after so long, eh? "
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