My fiance has a blog now. It's the top link over there <-- under "Good Lookin' Man". He's already got a poem he wrote on it, so if you wanna know what he writes like, check it out! Other than that, I started a new story in an online forum, and I'm probably going to continue it on there for a while. My name in forums is Maedhros Aldarion, so I decided to write a story for that. If you see an /OOC, that means out of character. If there's an /IC, naturally that's in character. Anything out of character will simply be setting up something to come or explaining something that already happened, and won't necessarily make it into the final draft. Enjoy!
The Legend of Aldarion/OOC This is the story of Maedhros Aldarion and how her people came from their ancestral home of Aldarion. This tale begins with the Kingdom of her grandfather, Telurian, a good elf and friend to those who needed one, and his son (her father), Prince Alturian. Treachery will show its head and violence will storm against the peaceful gates long before the tale is through.
/IC
Welcome to Aldarion, Kingdom of Telurian, High King and regent over the Elves of the Sea. Tales are told in one world of the lost city of Atlantis, once a thriving advanced island home of a great civilization, now a legend at the bottom of the sea. This was not that world. Aldarion existed, and the elves who lived there were highly skilled in magic and the fighting arts. Legendary warriors proudly trace their lineage to this mystical island home. Few who lived there ventured out for long, and few who visited ever wished to leave.
The island itself had a green pallor to it: a reflection from the waters surrounding this semi-tropical oasis. Even when it rained, there was a blue tint in the sky, perhaps the lingering effects of some enchantment from ages past. The buildings were all domed and gilded in white and yellow gold. Dwarves are said to have had a hand in crafting the buildings, as the dwarves and the Elves of the Sea worked hand-in-hand in trade and in combat. The animosities between races were lost to all who ventured here.
At the very center of the island, which was a perfectly rounded circle with white-sand beaches on every coast, was a many-domed structure, notched with battlements and towers. Each of the towers was rounded off with a pinnacle of pure gold that caught the sun or moonlight from every angle. In the center of the towers rose a dome a hundred feet above all others in the city. At the peak of this dome was a magically shielded room that housed the King, Telurian himself, and his wife Analure. From here the king could keep an eye on his entire nation, being able to see the main roads, the wall surrounding the city, the gates that were always guarded, but open, and all the way to the beaches some miles away. To the north there was a forest of palms, to the west a veritable miniature rain forest. To the south lay meadows and grasslands clear to the coast, and to the east lay the gate and the harbor, as well as hundreds of ships of all shapes and sizes. The boats of the city were all white and ivory with colors depicting which of the seafarers commanded it. The boats of the guests to the city were usually dusky brown and briny from the salt of the sea.
It was a night like any other—a calm, cool quiet floated along the streets of the city as many of the elves headed off to bed. Minstrels could be heard here and there along the way, playing a lute or harp or pipe so that all could hear and be put to rest. The mood of their melodies eased the minds of all who listened, helping many to sleep soundly. There was one, however, who would not find any easy sleep tonight. His name was Alturian, the third child and eldest son to King Telurian. The quiet seemed uneasy to him this night, as it had on many nights of late. His dreams were troubled by some distant evil creeping into the land across the sea. He had talked to his father, who had talked to the dwarves in the mainland, but there had been no more than faint rumors of evil growing far to the south. Still, his sleep was often disturbing and unsettling rather than restful, and tonight like most others Alturian found himself gazing at the stars, standing on one of the parapets of the wall around the city. He sipped at a glass of wine in his hand, waiting for drowsiness to claim him so he could return to his room and rest.
To be continued...Feel free to leave feedback or anything. It's going to be a long work-in-progress, and I'll try to link back to the old posts as I post new ones. Thanks much for reading! If you didn't really read it, I promise I'm not hurt. :) Gotta go! Love you all!
