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My Visions of the Lost Lands
By Oracle Mosal Alshuedren
Long, long ago, a paradise existed -- a green jewel nestled
in the deep vastness of the blue oceans.
This land, of the lushest and most beautiful forests,
housed every type of plant the world had ever seen and
would ever know, every animal that the gods could think to
walk upon Elanthia for all eternity.
When the Immortal Gods were born, Elanthia was the first
planet they created, and this continent was the first mass
of land they placed upon it.
Truffenyi himself walked upon this land -- in the center of
the forests, the Palace of Truffenyi was created; for while
each of the gods created a planet of their own to become
their home, Elanthia was to be Truffenyi's planet, and the
Palace his home.
And though this was Truffenyi's land, and the Humans and
the Halflings were Truffenyi's dear children, it was in
this lush, wild land that the Elvenkind was created by the
beautiful goddess Faenella.
Far across the oceans, another land was created, called
Kermoria. From the mountains and rocky plains that covered
this continent, the Dwarves were born. Kermoria was the
home of the Dwarves.
The nameless land of Truffenyi was home to the Elves -- one
of the first two mortal races created by the Immortal Gods.
They resided here for many millennia; they were few,
numbering little more than a dozen, but in this paradise,
they were as ageless as time itself.
But the day came when the Elves angered the God Truffenyi
-- they were not his children, and they were not his
favored. All but four of the Elves were cast off this
land.
The others 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
upon the horizon, and the Mother Ocean demanded they never
again cross her waters until their sin was no more.
The Elves were joined in this great journey by their
companions, the Merelew.
In time, they 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.
There, the history of Kermoria begins -- the near-forgotten
land of Truffenyi is 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 --
most notably the island-bound S'Kra Mur, and the imperious
and adventurous young race known as the Humans (perhaps,
from birth, they are instilled with a desire to return home
to their father, across the mighty waves). But none ever
succeeded in reaching the lost shores, or if they did, they
never returned to speak of it.
The Elves never attempted such voyages, and as generations
passed, knowledge of their old home faded from the Elven
memory.
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.
But we know now that the this land does exist! I am the
Oracle of the God Truffenyi, and he has granted me visions
of this unimaginable land of dreams. It is beyond mere
words to describe, such is its awesome, captivating
splendor.
Each night as I close my eyes and depart to the Realm of
Damaris, Truffenyi visits me and shows me of his home.
At Truffenyi's side, I have seen all manner of flowers and
trees, ancient as Elanthia itself and young as the most
newborn of Human babes. They give life to the planet, and
nourish it. They are the source of all life on Elanthia,
and their energy radiates outward from this Lost Continent,
providing the other lands with the Magic of Life and with
the trees and the flowers we see.
At Truffenyi's side, I have hunted boar and deer, and
wondrous creatures I have never seen before. Creatures
with thick white furs, from the frozen, icy lands of
Albaria. Creatures fleet of foot and cunning of wit, born
to evade the hunter races of the Westlands.
At Truffenyi's side, I have seen the most stunning birds,
colored in all shades of the glorious rainbow. I have seen
the flight of the magnificent phoenix itself as it leaves a
flaming arc across the skies of this tremendous land.
At Truffenyi's side, I have seen four Elves, older than any
living being on this world, save for the gods themselves.
I have seen the agelessness of their faces and the wisdom
of their eyes and the depths of their hearts.
At Truffenyi's side, I have seen... something else.
Something I never before imagined that I would behold with
my eyes. The Elves spoke of them, and they called these
beings... Loira.
I have learned that this is the word the Elves have for
what is in Common called "flower."
The Loira, the Elder Elves said, were created by Truffenyi
as the living, sentient embodiment of the forests of the
Lost Continent. They were created to care for their
brethren, the forests, which possessed life but not
sentience. They are caretakers of the wilderness, and have
a connection to it that no other race (not even the Elves)
does. Life Mana flows in their very veins!
They also had an amazing ability to speak with some plants
and flowers, which they considered to be their children...
or perhaps, younger siblings which their father asked them
to care for.
They are not dryads or nyads -- spirits of trees. They
more closely resemble Humans than those fae beings...
indeed, they are like Humans in many ways, where their
physical form is concerned. They had two legs and two
arms, each with five toes or fingers. They had a chest,
and a head. Two eyes, a nose, a mouth, hair. They have
tongues, with which they spoke.
They are like living, walking, talking plants in the form
of a Human. Truly remarkable.
The Loira beheld me and were amazed... for they had never
seen anything like me before! They had seen only their
Elven friends, and Humans. When they said this to me, I
was quite taken aback, for I did not know that Humans lived
here on this Lost Continent. But I suppose that is not too
surprising -- this is the chosen land of Truffenyi, their
creator. The Loira told me that while they served as the
guardians and caretakers of Truffenyi's forests, the Humans
served as the protectors of his great temple, his palace.
I asked the Loira what they and the Humans needed to
protect this paradise from, and they told me -- Centaurs.
Incredible! I did not know that Centaurs truly lived, even
though The Immortals tells us they do, the wild and
barbaric children of Trothfang. But I thought they were
only a myth. Not so! The Loira say that they live, here
on the Lost Continent, and that given the chance, they
would ravage the Palace of Truffenyi and burn the forests
of this beautiful land. And so the Humans and the Loira
are protectors.
Each night I drink my teas and use my sacred ritual herbs,
performing the ceremonies in Truffenyi's honor, and then I
sleep, hoping he shall show me more of this wondrous place.
I do not know why God Truffenyi has shown me what he has,
but praise be for the visions I have witnessed. They have
had a remarkable effect on my life, and I pray to be given
more.
Truffenyi has not visited me of late, but when he does, I
shall tell the world even more of his splendors, even
though people tell me that they do not believe the wonders
I have seen.