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C1E0: Welcome to Celennial
Welcome to Session Zero of Empyrean Decree, a Dungeons and Dragons campaign hosted out of the Adventurers Academy! Session Zero will introduce you to not only the world of Celennial, but also each of our players characters! Get ready to rock with this crazy group of players
Rolling highlands stretched for hundreds of miles, unobstructed by the harshness of the north, filled with lush greenery that was dotted by trade routes and elven cities. At its center where the three rivers converged, a circular city sat behind walls built to the sky. Wyverns dotted the air between the four towers that sat at the primary cardinal directions, their wings spreading as they periodically took to the air for their rounds. The city curved up a tall, elegant spire lined with beautiful chromatic gardens and flowing waterfalls. It stood as a testament to the joint venture of elves and dwarves of the previous age. The spires peak housed a single palace that dotted the clouds, owning the title of Epskil.
A pale white hand curled across the edge of a window while a figure stood atop a wrapped balcony, staring down across the high hills of Budri Veldt. A pair of pale blue eyes slowly opened, a look of panic growing across her face. It was the first time in her life that she had ever experienced that feeling. What was it? The feeling of darkness, of blindness, of isolation. An elderly elven man stepped into the tower floor from a dimly lit stairwell. The crevices that lined his face showed his age, even among his race.
“Thamior, Ha na-lelya, im tur-baw” (it’s gone..I can’t see.)
The elder stopped in his tracks, stunned at her words.
“nin ris, wha ceri-cin—" (your highness? What do you –)
“Ennas na- a beleg fuin i balind nin” (Its gone. There is a great darkness blinding my divination.)
He stood there for a moment in panic filled thought.
“Nin rís, mín must nall- i thangail “ (Your highness, we must gather our forces..)
“Leith- i arat decree a notifui nin herven” (Send the royal decree, alert my husband.)
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By Empyrean DecreeWelcome to Session Zero of Empyrean Decree, a Dungeons and Dragons campaign hosted out of the Adventurers Academy! Session Zero will introduce you to not only the world of Celennial, but also each of our players characters! Get ready to rock with this crazy group of players
Rolling highlands stretched for hundreds of miles, unobstructed by the harshness of the north, filled with lush greenery that was dotted by trade routes and elven cities. At its center where the three rivers converged, a circular city sat behind walls built to the sky. Wyverns dotted the air between the four towers that sat at the primary cardinal directions, their wings spreading as they periodically took to the air for their rounds. The city curved up a tall, elegant spire lined with beautiful chromatic gardens and flowing waterfalls. It stood as a testament to the joint venture of elves and dwarves of the previous age. The spires peak housed a single palace that dotted the clouds, owning the title of Epskil.
A pale white hand curled across the edge of a window while a figure stood atop a wrapped balcony, staring down across the high hills of Budri Veldt. A pair of pale blue eyes slowly opened, a look of panic growing across her face. It was the first time in her life that she had ever experienced that feeling. What was it? The feeling of darkness, of blindness, of isolation. An elderly elven man stepped into the tower floor from a dimly lit stairwell. The crevices that lined his face showed his age, even among his race.
“Thamior, Ha na-lelya, im tur-baw” (it’s gone..I can’t see.)
The elder stopped in his tracks, stunned at her words.
“nin ris, wha ceri-cin—" (your highness? What do you –)
“Ennas na- a beleg fuin i balind nin” (Its gone. There is a great darkness blinding my divination.)
He stood there for a moment in panic filled thought.
“Nin rís, mín must nall- i thangail “ (Your highness, we must gather our forces..)
“Leith- i arat decree a notifui nin herven” (Send the royal decree, alert my husband.)