Setting Sail To New Heights : An Elin's Tale

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The City of Wheels… How long has it been since I was last here?

Hours turn into days, days into weeks, weeks into months. The last time I’d left Velika, it was on the return expedition as a volunteer headed for the Island of Dawn. When I’d glanced back over my shoulder on the pegasus ride to bid the city farewell, I had doubted I’d ever see this giant wheeled city again.

The Island of Dawn was a place filled with horrifying beauty, nightmares had kept my mind flooded the entire time I was there, constantly reminding me of the failed First Expedition. When I felt my blade strike the final chord in Karascha’s gullet, I felt freedom. My debt to Commander Elleon had been repaid, whether he’s alive to see it or not. The final missive that Leander translated gives me hope however that the Valkyon Champion yet lives.

As the pegasus disappeared from under me and my feet landed gently on the stone flight deck of Velika, I let out a sigh of relief. Hundreds of voices greeted my ears, all general talk of the bustling city. A city where alman traded with high elves, baraka scolded castanics, and popori challenged humans to duels. A city teaming with life and thanks to the goddess Velik’s protection, a city that kept peace for all.

This city is still as awe-inspiring to me as it was the first day I came here from Pora Elinu. With its huge wheels and statues to the goddess Velik everywhere, it was larger than anything I’d ever seen. Even the buildings are larger than anything I could have imagined. Everything here is made of stone, metal and lumber; if someone had described this city to me, I would have said a city so far away from nature would “feel cold.”…. Yet that is just the opposite feeling I get from the city of Velika. All the people in this city give me such a feeling of warmth that I wouldn’t mind staying here for many years.

I was moved to see all of the civilians and soldiers of different races and backgrounds working together and coexisting here in Velika. Pora Elinu almost exclusively houses elin and popori; its diversity is no match for Velika. This was the first place I ever became friendly with those of other races who hailed from different parts of Arun. I’ve even met other elin here who long left Pora Elinu behind and called other cities their homes.

The question I must now answer for myself is where shall my path take me? For the last few months I was consumed with aiding Commander Elleon, but with him narrowly escaping from whatever demonic hellhole that bound him, there’s no way for me to locate him now; I’m sure he’ll find me if he decides he is in need of my aide.

Her majesty, in her infinite wisdom, has ordered me to assist the Valkyon Federation in whatever tasks they require; should she have need of me on the argon front she’ll send word. Until then, I must continue with the tasks the Federation needs. I sometimes feel like a sell-sword in all of this.

I met many people on the Island of Dawn, some I would now even call “friend”. Most were curious as to why an elin so devoted to her majesty would become a slayer and journey to the Island of Dawn.

I guess I’ve never written down an explanation of it, but I suppose the simplest answer is that the path of the slayer chose me, not the other way around.

Pora Elinu is no longer a peaceful place, dark creatures surround my homeland. The vampirs that we use to consider allies have turned against us, a sickness spreading amongst them. Strange mutations of creatures and people are appearing outside of the city and wrecking farmlands. Many simple civilians and farmers alike have taken up the path of the soldier in an attempt to survive and defend their homelands.

I was no different, once I was a student of the Eldritch Academy, run by the Witches of Vadoma. But then the attacks came on the city and her majesty called we elin to her side.

“We must arm ourselves against this threat, those of you who are not already soldiers are one today. Each of you will be tested to find the field that best suits you and you will be trained from this moment on.”

The testing was intense but it was nothing to the training that came afterwards. I was first handed a lance and shield but I couldn’t grasp the proper techniques. Then I was handed a bow and arrows but my aim wasn’t on-point enough. Eria believed in my mind and tested my magical prowess but it was to no avail. Exhausted and dejected that I was to become just a humble reserve soldier and would be unable to assist her majesty directly on the argon front, I lay myself next to the burning hearth and closed my eyes to rest.

It was then in my mind that I had a vision of a great golden sword with the hilt of a golden dragon’s head. I clasped it in my hands and felt a wholeness that no other weapon before had given me. I could feel the immense weight of the blade yet somehow I could control it; my energy could feed into the blade and lighten its weight in my hands. I could see myself standing amongst the front lines watching the argon demons charge towards us, but I felt no fear. I knew I was strong, I knew I would continue to fight till my last breath and would not hand over my life so easily if I held this blade with me. This sword was to be an extension of my being, my life and its would be connected until the day it is torn from my grasp.

Upon awakening, I knew what test to take next, I would fight along the path of a slayer and serve her majesty as one of her most trusted soldiers.

It was with this purpose that I trained hard till I was well known among the ranks of Pora Elinu by my peers and her majesty. I was selected to fight across the lands of Shara with my warrior queen and push back the argon lines. It was there that my name became known to Commander Elleon and it was because of my deeds there that he approved me for the First Expedition.

My initial journey to the Island of Dawn started with honor and ended in chaos… I returned to Velika unconscious and covered in bandages. This time I stand proudly upon my second return to the City of Wheels. If my sword will aide the federation, then that is what her majesty wishes of me and her majesty’s wishes are the same as those of my goddess, the ever-loving Elinu.

I shall continue to fight for the Valkyon Federation and protect all the lands of Arun from the argon treachery.


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Eria,
I’m sure word has reached you by now that I’ve left the Island of Dawn. News of my achievements across the island have reached some well-placed ears in Velika and I’ve been summoned here to better serve the Valkyon Federation by being reassigned. I haven’t been informed of my new post yet but I’ll send you another letter to let you know my next station.
With Elinu’s & her Majesty’s blessing,
Anareh




So, I’ve returned to Velika, the City of Wheels. Only recently has this city become the capital of the Valkyon Federation and bastion of civilization on the continent of Arun. It is a city where all peoples gather: human, high elf, aman, baraka, castanic, popori and elin alike have made home in Velika.

Once, a long time ago, the god Gidd, one of the twelve original gods dreamed into existence by the titans Arun & Shara, created the human race. The human race turned out to be troublesome to the god however as they coveted the vain god’s prized possessions: Perios, his winged horse and Cranos, his greatspear. They tried to steal both from Gidd in a plan to use them as leverage against the god to bend his will for their own selfish desires. Enraged by this betrayal, Gidd cursed the human race, forcing them to be doomed to wander the world for 2,000 years with no hearth nor home.

It was Gidd who led the other gods of Arun into battle during the Divine War but due to the trickery of the goddess Akasha, he was killed.

The goddess Velik, child of Gidd and Zuras, took pity on the humans when she grew tired of the Divine War. She offered an end to their curse and in return they adopted her as their patron. The city of Velika was erected in her name. Velik vowed to end violence within the vicinity of her city; she wanted all to be able to live within her walls safely. However when racial tenses broke out as more and more filtered into the city, Velik became enraged that her presence and proclamation were ignored.

And so the “Night of Black Arrows” came to pass, the night where it is said that Velik stalked the streets and ended anyone who dared break her vow of “peace for all”. Hundreds died that night, human and nonhuman alike.

Yet Velik is a pure goddess, considered the Goddess of Hunt and of Bravery. The humans still view her as their patron as she granted them an end to their nomadic existence. Since the construction of Velika, many other individuals from different races have chosen to ally themselves with Velik and honor her.

((Most of this lore was sourced from: http://tera-forums.enmasse.com/forums/roleplay/topics/The-Big-Lore-Thread — Thanks to tera forum user Littleman for compiling the current existing lore into one place!))

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