Chronicles of the World of DaoTyr

Avari’s studies the concept of other planes existing parallel to her own.

Avari grabbed as many old books as she could carry and sat at her desk and heard muffled sounds coming from the books on the shelf behind her. It was then that she found a group of books that didn’t belong with the others. Older books, worn bindings with what looked to be words but in a language she had never seen in her 155 years. The Tomes of Hirarch.

When trying to touch them her hand passes right through, leaving her hand cold and numb, what should be solid is hallow. The moaning and chiming sounds from the books grew louder as she pulled her hand away. Without gauging of what dangers could await her, Avari walked through an illusionary wall that appeared before her, projected from the eldritch tomes. She found herself in what used to be a grand hall but has sense been left to ruin. The muffled noises filled her head with such volume she fell to the ground clutching her head with her hands. “You must be causing this madness…It must be you Rendgrey…” She unleashes at her pouch that holds the Leomund’s Chest that currently houses the evil sword. The tiny pouch fell to the ground with a thud the belied its true weight. Even above the chiming in her mind she can hear the sentient sword call to her, an impulsive call that not many can resist. Black whispers that forever haunt the mind. After her encounter with the Anathamancer, the mysterious forger of the great sword, Avari believes that she is the only one who can master the will Rendgrey.

The eladrin wizard then stood and began to discern exactly the origin of the crushing noise and the secret cause of her transport to this ruined place. The chiming turned to voices and words from familiar mouths came to consciousness. At first the voices were eldritch and dark. Mouths formed in the darkness and reached for the fearless Avari who understood that this was not their true form but a temporary state of becoming. It became clear that the voices were the same that plagued her before in the presence of the Father Light, again with the Khelem Jahar, and originally at the death of her great uncle, Mikiiel.

Avari’s basic instincts, rooted in ancient Raelfaen magic, allowed her to let go and as calming down a wild horse, she silenced the madness within. A wave of warmth washed over her as she turns the voices to singing. The mirthful songs, familiar and true, then transformed into telling epics of love and joyous times long since forgotten. Deciphering the ancient lyrics, she hears “Mother and Father to all Eldar whisper the truth of your heart and the unlocking of the world…” Then loud and wondrous choirs began to form themselves into manifest figures before her, dancing through dream mist with. The ghostly rabble leads her out of the Ruin where she first appeared.
Without care and with a light heart, Avari followed the ghosts into a dark forest until they came to an ancient stairwell climbing an overgrown hill covered in nightblooming flowers. The dancers evaporated and the voices faded, leaving her in a breath of shadowed silence.

Avari then ran up the stairs without a second thought, full of curiosity. The stairs were covered with writing and as she ran she could read them with the touch of her bare feet as if the words wanted to be in her mind. Ancient histories of her people, the origin of many things. What would seem like hours to a human, is nothing more than a blink of an eye to a daughter of Feywild. The stairwell ends in a dusty, muted grey room long since uninhabited by the living. Large, glassless windows defined the interior space of root and stone. Two thrones sat at the end of the expansive space that was once a grand hall, gilt with gold and silver.

A boisterous, commanding voice erupts and echoes through the empty room. Words from an ancient Raelfaen dialect seem to call warn Avari with a dark and severe tone. Scared for the first time since she walked through the wall she searches for her prime weapon, the minotaur wand but it is not in the holster at her belt. Panic strikes her as she realized that the Leomund’s Chest was absent too, and her books! And even the loud mouth Ahkinat. Feeling reduced to nearly human, vulnerable and exposed, Avari backs toward the stairwell, but it had folded into the shadow. The voice calls again, this time without the severe quality, this time the tone is full of warmth and in a modern tongue, “There is no near to fear, my child, my eyes are old and I did not recognize you, but I see you now…come greet your father, he has missed you.”

cowritten with Keli Rivers

After the Fall of Brother’s Head fort the Civil War turns into a conventional war against the powers of Ragyiel against the united powers of the people of Berenium: The Elves of House Fuhema, the Dwarves of Gnarfold, the Dream Thief elves, and the Skyhunter Griffon Riders. The Front, now running twenty miles down the Salt Road on the eastern banks of the Night Crossing River will define how fighting may or may not cease in Gavin Wel Valley.

The Cult of the Liege of the Pit is a wild card in the mind of Tim Tigeon, the Sherriff of Gavin Wel Valley. He has no idea how powerful they really are. Followers of an unknown demon named Rydikos, the cultist with their blight magic and there emblamatic straw masks and thatched armor has developed into a military force along the Salt Road following the Fall of Brother’s Head Fort.

Felhenge, a place on the bright cliffs just west of the Adellian Woods is the site where the refugees gather after the Fall of Brother’s Head Fort. What was two months ago a largely abandoned monastary is now a city of several hundred families.

Golifer, the Syphon Mage of Urboni rained fire and earth down on Brother’s Head Fort in the Twilight of the First Harvest No Moon of 1103. The Fort is Destroyed and 150 are killed, survivors regroup at Felhenge. The Goblin Skycutters take over the abandoned ruin of the Brother’s Head Fort. The goblins use explosives and continue to destroy the once mighty fort.

The Ruins of Brother’s Head Fort. A place that was once a thriving rural city of many thousands in now a burnt shell of ghosts and goblins.

The House Fuhema is an elven City. Home to the Kurem Fuhema, the House of Flowers. Is is by the funding of the Kurem Fuhema and their powerful geomagic that Fiola the Scavenger is able to build the Hellian Fence from the House Fuhema to Felhenge. There are 200 elves living here and they do not have any alignment to the Northern war between the Starbloom and the Deep River elves.

Chanela is the leader of House Fuhema and an eladrin spirit. It is by her magic that the fighting between the Men and the fay peoples of the Adellian Woods ends.

the Dwarves of the Gnarfold, led by Oethin Ambergut, march to House Fuhema after the destruction of Brother’s Head Fort and are welcomed. A war front down the Salt Road sparks up with a newly united Adellian peoples and the infernal forces of the Cult of the Liege from Ragyiel.

The Dream Thieves, a tribe of wild elves who live in the Adellian Woods keep up an extended guerilla campaign against the forces of Brother’s Head Fort.

The Sky Folk of the Dry Canyon are not traditionally warring folk but align with the Dream Thieves against the People’s army. Tolliver embermage learns that these normally peaceful people are indeed poisoned in the mind and soul by Radikos, the Demon King of Ragyiel. He beseeches Chanela of the House Fuhema to assist in the breaking of the spell. Just after the Fall of the Brother’s Head fort, her efforts are successful and the fighting cesates in Adellian and the Dry Canyon.

Keljmar is the leader of the Radian Knights. the Radian Knights are druids loyal to the COE but not necessarily to the People’s Army. They are also called the Votaries.

The Radian Knights form an alliance with the Skyhunters of Gavin Wel to battle the Dreamthieves at Oratel. A particularly vicious fight with hundreds dead after the second Harvest Moon of 1103, just prior to the Fall of Brother’s Head Fort and the undoing of the the possession spell of the Dream Thieves.

the Building of the Hellian Fence, as magically funded by the Fuhema House was actually begun before the fall of Brother’s Head Fort. (click to enlarge)

Fiola, the Blind Druid, also known as the Scavenger has been building the Hellian Fence, which is actually a Lae line across the face of Berenium for many months. The Fence is designed as a defensive force against eh growing power of the Cult of the Liege from Ragyiel.

Tolliver Embermage is the policing force of the COE and the People’s Army in the Adellian Woods and organized the retreat of refugess from Brothers Head to Felhenge.

Niana the Gold, a sharpclaw shifter is the leader of the Skyhunter Griffon riders who are locked into an extended campaign against the Sky folk and the Dream Thieves, both renegade elven clans who are secretly possessed by the demon Rakydis from Ragiyel.

Shown here above the Red Tower at the Berenium front of the Civil War, one of the spear warriors of the reknowned Skyhunters flies a war griffon. With their large beaks and small hind legs, the griffons of Gavin Wel are carefully bred to preserve these features which makes them appears more fearsome and appear almost as flying lizards.