Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24431359-20170411044637/@comment-24431359-20170621145442

A small smile decorated Faraam's face. He had always loved those eager to listen. And thus, with a dramatic walk towards the top of the hill as he takes a deep breaht of the fresh, cool air. He then faces the Carbuncle and the Bungle.

"Then I shall tell you dears about the land of War and Glory, the land known as the Northern Realms! Listen well..." Faraam takes a seat on the ground, "A long time ago, a travelling band of elves wandered the world, ever so hoping to find a land with lush greeneries, filled to the brim with animals for a hunt, and had the peaceful atmosphere for the whole year...They ventured upon lands of burning volcanoes, freezing continents, barren deserts, and eventually, a forest near the sea. One of the elves, born with a sharp sight, saw a group of wounded humans from afar. The elves approached them and gave them the aid of healing. Having recovered, the humasn were then asked by the elves as of why to their former wounded state. Alas, it appears that these small family of a mother, son, and daughter barely escaped with their lives from a nearby civil war by other humans, from the nation nearby." Faraam makes a sigh as he finished, before taking another deep breath, "The small family then begged to the elves to take them somewhere afar and safe, in exchange for the mother cooking the food, as she was a skilled cook before the war ruined her livelyhood. Hearing this, two of the main elves argued. The kind hearted healer elf suggested to take them in their search for new home, and drop them somewhere far enough from the warring nations. The other elf, the warlord, suggested to leave them to die. Then, a voting was asked, in which the healer elf got the most votes, with a 14 out of 15. The elvesthen took the human family with them, as they built a large ship to use in order to cross the sea. In a month's time, they were already sailing onto the isolated island told in the elven legends. After three months of a rough time at sea, they finally arrived at their destination. It appears that what they found wasn't only an island, but an entire continent!" Faraam says bombastically, "After making small settlement at the seaside, the healer elf sent an eagle familliar to scout the whole continent. After two months, the eagle came back, allowing the healer elf to read its memories. It appears that one side of the island is tropical, in which they are in right now. The other half, however, is a completely desolate, frozen half, in which the eagle had spotted nothing at all. After that, the elves, the humans, and their descendants lived happy and peacefully centuries, forming what is now the Human-Elven Kingdom of Tir na Lia. However, at this time, humanity had begun their colonization of the world and its unexplored edges. They attempted an invasion of Tir na Lia's seas, only to be repelled magnificiently by the powerful magic of the elves, and their powerful Warrior Mages, who is famously known to us as The Wild Hunt. The outsider humans, who knew a battle by sea was impossible to win at, chose to land their forces at the frozen end of the continent, building a nation of their own as time passed, eventually becoming the world's nation of racist humans: The Nation of Azurdania. The two nations aged war upon another to this day, hence the reason why the Northern realms doesn't have an offical name than "The Land of War and Glory". Phew, enough legends for now! Time for the geography!" Faraam took a stand as he talked, "As the legend said, one half of the Northern realms is tropical. It boasts of the world's best beaches, as I have seen so myself when my ship landed at their harbor! Pure, white sands, sky blue waters, beautiful women in bikinis-I mean, an amazing quality of seafood cooking all around, their unmatched hotels and faciltites, and best of all, their ancient temples, churches, and castles taht stand to this day, all of which are made of shining, stainless blue crystaline materials forged only by the combined efforts of ancient elves and humans, a mark of their unbreakable bond through the centuries of Tir na Lia! I'd recommend visiting their capital city, Eisengard, for the best travelling experiences!" Faraam happily exclaims, "Be sure to visit the Templar headquarters over there and tell them Faraam Kresnik sent you two. I have a friend there, after all. You'll get the best services on all areas and facilities...on the house, of course!" Faraam makes a bow.

"Now then, anything else you two might wanna ask about the Northern Realms?"