Deep in the of the empire lay Pristina , a city of half-blood elves. Between neither the vibrant folk of humans and the eternal lives of the elves, the half-elves could not find their place. A few of them have tried to find solance in a community which they have a built up, in a valley blessed the light of Pelor. Because of all the good that Pelor brings forth the half-elf settlement thrived and grew into the city Pristinia .
The city lay at the foot of the mountain where the dragon Solarion slept . He warmed himself with the sun that shone on the mountain. Whenever the valley or the half-elves were in utter distress, he awoke from his sleep and pushed the threat.
Only when the disaster struck the continent, Solarion did not come out of his cave; when Shadarya, high priest of Pelor, came looking for him, he seemed to have turned into stone.
The half-elves of Pristina fell into the earth that ruptured and burned in the fire that it was raining, no one could protect themselves. Only a few brave constables of Pelor could barely survive the disaster.
One of them is the brave paladin Veritas, lost his kin when his family house collapsed, being near dead himself caught under the falling debris. Shadarya managed to save his life by the blessing of Pelor. While bringing the light back into Veritas, she had a vision, in whcih she saw that there were still men and elves alive, spread across the far reaches of the continent.
Along with Ivelos, the minstrel, they went into their ruined world. To keep their ideas alive, they each set out and go look for there remaining peoples. By finding other half-elves they want to establish a new community, so that the light of Pelor can shine on them.
After weeks, if not months, Veritas the paladin has come to Gysbönæ, the primeval forest where elves still seem to live. There he met a moon elf...
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