The world of the Lost Tales of Erandelle

I. Introduction: The Creation of Erandelle

Long ago, Aistforth, the bringer of life, shaped the mystical world of Erandelle. In the heart of this land flowed the River Aistforth, a crystal-clear stream imbued with the creator's magic. The river divided the land into four distinct realms, each home to one of Aistforth's Children, who embodied different aspects of life.

The Krils: Mountain dwellers in the rugged north, they thrived beneath the peaks in their fortress-city of Unarith. Masters of war and mining, the Krils drew strength from the earth's core, their pale skin and piercing purple eyes adapted to the darkness of their subterranean world.

The Esirs: Guardians of the western lands of Eternal Spring, the Esirs were a disciplined and proud people. Their capital, Im'Thalor, stood as a shining jewel of beauty and order. Steeped in tradition, they wielded restorative and destructive nature magic with precision.

The Selies: In the verdant south lay Fairvale, the vibrant home of the Selies. Playful and deeply connected to arcane magic, the Selies embraced joy, music, and the art of living. Their bond with the world's magical forces was unmatched, making them both powerful and unpredictable.

The Humans: East of the river, the Humans built Bronzehold, their bustling capital. As the youngest and most fragile of Aistforth's Children, they lacked the grace, strength, or magic of their counterparts. Yet, their creativity and resourcefulness made them indispensable allies and formidable survivors.

A Fragile Peace

For centuries, the Children of Aistforth coexisted, bound together by the river that nourished their lands. But peace was tenuous, fractured by envy, pride, and mistrust.

The Krils, hardened by their harsh environment, envied the Esirs' prosperity and saw their order as a stifling arrogance. The Esirs, in turn, viewed the Krils as savage and unruly, a threat to their carefully cultivated way of life. The Selies, with their carefree approach to power, were a source of concern for both the Esirs and the Krils, who saw their arcane prowess as reckless and dangerous. And then there were the Humans, dismissed by the others as insignificant yet steadily forging alliances and carving a place for themselves in the shadow of their elder siblings.

This delicate balance teetered constantly, with alliances and rivalries brewing beneath the surface. The River Aistforth, a symbol of unity, often seemed more like a dividing line—a reminder that while the Children of Aistforth shared a creator, their differences ran deep.