Prologue
As far back as the Eastern Corner, all the way to the Forbidden Realm, the land of Reogere stretched. This was the home for many races, from the small faeries to the Men, tall and somewhat stupid.
The fairies dwell in the forest of Gilden, along side the many wood creatures, none more beautiful than they. Their iridescent wings sparkled when the light touched them, and brilliance shone about them in the darkest parts of the wood. Some compare their beauty to that of the Wood Elves, who take their residence in the city of Gilden within the forest. It is true, the Elves are beautiful, but Men have made myths of their true nature. These elves were tall and had the traditional pointed ears, but not quite as exaggerated as the Men and Dwarves had made it seem. Most were archers, quick with the bow and perfectly accurate with arrows. They are pale-skinned and seem as though they have an odd glow about them, as if they were holy or sacred. Their hair is white or dark brown for males, and the females usually have curly golden or dark brown locks that fall long past their shoulders.
The Water Elves had long been gone, and the ruins of their great city Reogere stood at the south end of the land. They had once been a great race, but now were nothing more than carvings in ruin walls. The rumors were that the Water Elves were once even more beautiful than the Wood Elves and faeries, and had light colored hair rather than dark; and even the females were warriors.
In the Mines of Cristor live the Dwarves, a short people who live their lives mining and industrializing. They have always had a bad relationship with Elves, and don't ever enjoy being near one. They have good ties with the Men, who live on the coast of the Sea of Hope; with their ever-growing population and typical little horse and wagon marketing in the square of the city Pathos.
The quaintest of all are the Hobbits, who are about half the size of Men and live in their town of Hobbitend. They live for the simple things in life, such as sitting in a chair, gazing into the fireplace, smoking a favorite pipe; while some enjoy trekking away from their town and through field and forest, which is possible with out shoes; the soles of their feet are hardened to keep them protected, and thick hair covered the tops of them to keep them warm. They are known for their stealth and silence when walking and running, but the Elves travel even more so.
All races have the sense not to wander into the North Mountains, the dwelling place of Dragons; and further still lay the Forbidden Realm, where the Orcs and Goblins reside in their place of torment and fear. It was here that long before the days of Sauron the Dark Lord and the One Ring in Middle Earth that six Orbs of Light were created, each given to leaders of one race or another. The Evil Queen Dahanar created and kept a seventh, a pure evil stone made out of the blackest hate there is, and with it controlled the other six. Now all of the Orbs of Light and Dark are lost, none accounted for in the vast world.
As far back as the Eastern Corner, all the way to the Forbidden Realm, the land of Reogere stretched. This was the home for many races, from the small faeries to the Men, tall and somewhat stupid.
The fairies dwell in the forest of Gilden, along side the many wood creatures, none more beautiful than they. Their iridescent wings sparkled when the light touched them, and brilliance shone about them in the darkest parts of the wood. Some compare their beauty to that of the Wood Elves, who take their residence in the city of Gilden within the forest. It is true, the Elves are beautiful, but Men have made myths of their true nature. These elves were tall and had the traditional pointed ears, but not quite as exaggerated as the Men and Dwarves had made it seem. Most were archers, quick with the bow and perfectly accurate with arrows. They are pale-skinned and seem as though they have an odd glow about them, as if they were holy or sacred. Their hair is white or dark brown for males, and the females usually have curly golden or dark brown locks that fall long past their shoulders.
The Water Elves had long been gone, and the ruins of their great city Reogere stood at the south end of the land. They had once been a great race, but now were nothing more than carvings in ruin walls. The rumors were that the Water Elves were once even more beautiful than the Wood Elves and faeries, and had light colored hair rather than dark; and even the females were warriors.
In the Mines of Cristor live the Dwarves, a short people who live their lives mining and industrializing. They have always had a bad relationship with Elves, and don't ever enjoy being near one. They have good ties with the Men, who live on the coast of the Sea of Hope; with their ever-growing population and typical little horse and wagon marketing in the square of the city Pathos.
The quaintest of all are the Hobbits, who are about half the size of Men and live in their town of Hobbitend. They live for the simple things in life, such as sitting in a chair, gazing into the fireplace, smoking a favorite pipe; while some enjoy trekking away from their town and through field and forest, which is possible with out shoes; the soles of their feet are hardened to keep them protected, and thick hair covered the tops of them to keep them warm. They are known for their stealth and silence when walking and running, but the Elves travel even more so.
All races have the sense not to wander into the North Mountains, the dwelling place of Dragons; and further still lay the Forbidden Realm, where the Orcs and Goblins reside in their place of torment and fear. It was here that long before the days of Sauron the Dark Lord and the One Ring in Middle Earth that six Orbs of Light were created, each given to leaders of one race or another. The Evil Queen Dahanar created and kept a seventh, a pure evil stone made out of the blackest hate there is, and with it controlled the other six. Now all of the Orbs of Light and Dark are lost, none accounted for in the vast world.