Radical Theory of Elven Heritage

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The Radical Theory of Elven Heritage

The following is a radical theory of elven heritage that is only a belief of Aaoskar Moonbender. Nearly all elven scholars have serious doubts into the research and assertions made by Aaoskar. The following is the only surviving record of Aaoskar's only known lecture on the topic. In this lost lecture, Aaoskar recounts established lore and then expands into areas that raise much speculation.

Aaoskar blushes before he lectures, "This is a story that I rarely share and never do so lightly. But it is a story, that I think must now be told to those who are ready to hear it. In a history now forgotten, each of the gods had a place in the stars for their children. Trufenyi's palace was nestled in Elanthia where he provided a home for his children, the humans and the halflings. But the elves had their own home, as did all the races."

"The elven lands were a green jewel nestled in the deep vastness of the blue oceans. In their forgotten home, the elves were truly immortal, living in a paradise created by Faenella. At this time there were only a dozen elves living in the immortal paradise. But a time would come when the Elves angered Truffenyi and all but four were cast out of this land."

"The other elves built ships of the purest, strongest wood and embarked on a voyage across the ocean. Their gift of eternal life faded once the continent was no longer visible. And the Mother Ocean demanded they never again cross her waters until their sin was no more. In time, the elves came upon a chain of islands, and days later, their ships landed on a new land."

"There, they soon met with the Dwarves, and war broke out. Here, the history of Kermoria began -- the near-forgotten land of Truffenyi is now nothing more than myth and legend. None now know what brought about the curse of the Elves, save for Truffenyi himself, and the Four Elders..those Elves which remained behind."

"Throughout time, many have attempted to cross the Ocean, but none have ever succeeded in reaching the lost shores, or if they did, they never returned to speak of it. Elves have never attempted such voyages, and as generations passed, knowledge of their home faded from the Elven Memory or so it is commonly told. And so the Lost Continent remained a legend, forever out of reach, but an eternal temptation to those who dream of attaining magic and wealth beyond measure, immortal life, or the power of the gods themselves, to make and shape worlds."

"In every telling of this story, I have always left it as only the telling of the story as it was told to me, but...instead, I will put forth two questions that I will leave unanswered or else you will think I'm mad. Though you may think me mad just by the fact that I ask them. But what if the ocean they sailed was the skies and what if the green jewel nestled in the deep vastness was Katamba before it was scorched?"

"Some say that we elves were truly immortal, but we angered the gods and were cast out of paradise...And the elves were not the only who have passed this story down through the ages...Even the dwarves note that there was a time before the elves. And that the elves came far from the east in the oceans that branch off from the sea. From another heritage, it is claimed that "the Ancient Ones were mages who dared compare themselves to the gods and paid for their arrogance...Still more stories suggest [a] race of mages built the Star Stones, and that those megaliths (the obelisks) are actually a portal to another world through which those mages disappeared. Perhaps those people (likely the Luethrans) were trying to rediscover the elven homeland, a place of immortality, before turning to the darker methods of necromancy"

"I know that this version of our elven heritage is not an orthodox view, but I now put forth this theory so that we may slowly unravel the truth of where our story began. I hope you all do not think me too mad, but striving for truth often makes one that way."

(For those who wish to ponder these stories over for themselves. I first discovered these stories in two books. "My Visions of the Lost Lands" and "Prophetic Reflections")