So first is the map of the lands that surround Clan Ul’Faer from the Aedric Chronicles:
And the full size map of the Western Continent of Uteria (still adding names as labels, but it has most nations):
The Meeting Between the Clans
The midday sun reflected off the icicles that hung from the eaves of the clan hall.
Aedric watched as the two councils entered the large doors of the building, and continued to stand there well after the doors had swung shut. Four guards walked up and took positions outside the hall, two from each clan. They stood on opposite sides of the entrance at attention with weapons at the ready. After staring at them for a brief while, Aedric turned his attention to the others of the Laindan tribe. They were leading their horses away, probably to set camp in the large clearing to the west of the meeting hall. He wondered if their arrival was purposefully near the festival of Wintercome, or if they would be traveling on before it began. His thoughts then went to his parents inside the hall, imagining what they and the other council members might discuss. He was still standing in the clearing when a voice from behind startled him.
“Well, someone has a hard time showing a welcome to guests.”Continue reading
Chapter 2 The One with the Red Eyes
The mountain air was crisp and bitterly cold.
Aedric woke the next morning after a fitful night of dreams. The longhouse was quiet save for the crackling of a small fire in the hearth. His parents must have left for the town commons earlier. They had awoken him while they quietly discussing the council meeting from the night before. He had stayed in bed, partly due to sleepiness, partly eavesdropping on their conversation. It seemed that the other clan, Clan Laindan, was going to arrive at midday today. Shortly after hearing this, he had drifted back to sleep, but now, despite his continued tiredness, he had to wake and do his work around the homestead.Continue reading
The Aedric Chronicles
A heavy fog clung to the tops of the mountains surrounding the valley.
A lone figure crouched on the mountainside looking down on the sparkling camp fires that filled the landscape below. The cool morning air caused wisps of vapor to curl out of his nostrils. His long black hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail and draped down the back of his dark brown cloak. It had all come to this.
Two armies. One battle. And one elf to stop it all.
Chapter 1 Five Years Earlier
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