Chronicles of a Sundered World

==                          ~ CHRONICLES OF A SUNDERED WORLD ~==
Our Chronicles aim to be the always impartial voice illustrating the flourishing developpment of our bounteous lands and the manifold efforts of brave heroes throughout set on reestablishing order and peace.
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==First Yearly Edition==
Ladies, Gentlemen, and all in-between ! We bring you our newest batch of dark tidings as our intrepid chronicler explores the depths of madness in the Broken Lands, where she desperately seeks to stem the plans of a dark sorceress hell-bent on rampaging destruction and mind-wrecking carnage ! We follow her adventures through a dark complex filled with hidden horrors as she dodgedly pursues...a map for the exit !!
We present you, Melizenn Tamlin ! She risks her life for YOU, reader !
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==Spring Coverage==
===An Account : The Dread Facility===
-  Our main goal is simple, we are to retrieve information - and a map - in order to uncover the plans of evil geniuses and eventually thwart them. To this effect, we are sneaking in this horse-shoe shaped mind-twisting facility lost in a deep canyon.  -
...As we progress through the vast canyon, uncertainty steals upon me. Will my companions be up to the task ? I have little previous knowledge of them, although my sources assure me they are very good in their domains. As far as I can see, the elves are clearly at advantage here, probably due to the fact that they are fighting on they own grounds. Thankfully, they are quite nimble little things and their liveliness almost makes up for the frosty icicle of a mage accompanying us, who surprisingly has a quite distinct goal from the main group. I do know that we Eladrin are quite diverse, and some might even add peculiar, but I cannot quite decide what adjective to best describe Iskar Livra between stern and remote.
The complex seems built of melted stone, smooth as a newborn's calf. The front door is wide open, and beckons us into its gaping maw. As a precaution, seasoned adventurers that we are, we all try a little magic to get in without being seen. Sadly, no one seems to be around to not see us. As we step inside, unnatural silence awaits us. In alcoves along the walls, citizens of the Broken Lands, of all shapes, sexes, and races, seem to be hibernating upright in a strange magic-induced state. As we kneel around to inspect one, my esteemed colleagues dvelve into the arcane realms and conclude that this seems somehow linked to memories. As a side comment, I should note here that most of the elves in this group appear to hold a personal grudge to these Mad Elves we are investigating, and none more than Tacitus Ajax Liber Silvanus who shows remarkable knowledge of this facilities' strange functions.
Finally, we stand before the door to the inner sanctum. As is to be expected, it is closed shut, without lock nor handle, hermetically sealed to the profane. Intrepid adventurers are the elves ! Two of them, the aforementioned Tacitus and a stout fellow that goes by the name Geltius Asphoren, walk straight through the door with varying degrees of success. Bewildered, we are left confused whilst Geltius clutches his forehead, for lo and behold ! Tacitus has been gobbled by the door. I turn in vain towards Terra Gaius, a rather asocial and discreet character, and in despair try shouting at the door. "Are you there ? Can you hear me ? You're still alive ?"Surprisingly, a thin voice answers from beyond. It seems for reasons unknown the command center of this place has mis-identified our Tacitus as its Mistress and with a word he invites us in.
Taking this remarkably in stride, without even batting an eyelash at his trampled masculinity, our neophyte mind reader projects us all in the memory-field of Luciana, the Mad Elf evil scholar primarily known as a prodigiously talented mind mage. Did he accidentally push the wrong button ? I must admit, reader, that I was not at leisure to ask our hero how he had managed this feat, for I was quite busy playing catch-the-firefly with fluttering memories.
: There is quite a lengthy diatribe about the wonders of feeling another's memories evolve inside you with their own thoughts and drives, which seems slightly crazed at best. 
After a considerable amount of time, and the slightest hint of neutral pleasure settling on Icicle's brow from apparently having pieced out a map out of memories, we begin to notice two rather important facts : Tacitus has popped out of existence and we appear to be trapped in this alternate memory field. In such a situation, I know exactly what should be done. Once again, my breathing exercises are frighteningly effective as I manage to keep both myself AND my companions from passing out due to helplessness ! What a relief !
We reintegrate our bodies to the soft melody of agonizing screams all around the facility. Our friend Tacitus is fluttering all over the room in seeming panic, or perhaps it is indecision over the method of disposal we ought to employ on these poor mindless denizens. After hacking, burning, needling and icing our way through the loud masses, he even goes so far as to propose that we completely and permanently deaden the facility. Bloodthirsty elves ! Nonetheless, we set out to do just this, bringing merciful peace to our abused ears. I do admit to have been particularly impressed by Geltius Asphoren's holy sweeps that properly illuminated both the extent to which a god-crazed fanatic is ready to descend, and to which he is apparently rewarded. A parting mention also on the fascinating subject of this Tacitus who has through acts, deeds, and words, demonstrated an acute case of multiples personalities. Quite similar to what Luciana herself is suffering from...
I sense a sinister link here, readers, and I owe you a duty to investigate further !
===An Essay : Luciana, the mind merger===
: ...There rarely emerges a powerful mind mage in a thousand centuries. A rather simple explanation to this fact is to be found in the very nature of this sepcific arcane branch ; indeed it has been found that the strain of accessing, housing and splitting oneself to, through, and into the minds and consciousnesses of multiple, and in Luciana's case thousands, persons has the unfortunate tendency to turn mind mages mad. Thereafter, it becomes quite easy to understand why these practitioners are prone to prompt deaths.
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==Summer Coverage==
===A Research : Ancient artefacts===
...- A choice of three paths is offered to us, as always at the start of a proper Quest. Ours is in fact particularly dangerous, although a classic in its own right. A famed Vault Item, renowned both as horrific abominations and powerful artefacts of a forgotten age. Our plan is stunning in its simplicity : if a mind mage's powers are rooted in their mind, to neutralize one the most logical way would be to trap their mind. We are therefore on the prowl for a Vault Item rumored do just that. -
My summary of the events will be briefed, for their succession was flawlessly executed, in outstanding logical order. The vault itself was under the current supervision of despised Annihilatus attempting to decipher its lock mechanisms. They worked in pairs with a change of shift, and yours truly simply donned the guise of the enemy just before a shift change, allowing my companions to swiftly incapacitate the current and follow-up shift. At this occasion, we may note Eron Garcia exclaiming that his "ass is as soft as a plum", under circumstances which I decline to detail here. The nasty elves were then promptly stored under the guard of valiant Rodrigo, Lord General Salthazar Hubar's horse.
Once inside the Vault with our trusty guinea pig, pardon, annihilatus to lead the way, we managed to locate without difficulty the main chamber. Despite the artless pillaging of the pesky arcane addicts, three artefacts remained in total, perhaps left for another time or abandoned for the danger they posed. In all honesty, dear reader, this is a tale not fit to figure in these pages, but we owe our survival in large part to Iskar Livra and his control over ice. Regardless, we safely managed to make it out, with all parts intact and more even than we had hoped to find. Although, of course, our main prize had been obtained in the form of a large gem, glimmering menacingly.
This gem is currently in the possession of Terra Gaius who will be charged with the even more lethal mission of using it to entrap the dangerous Luciana ! Pray for the success of this endeavor, for Luciana is a terrible threat to all that is living and anything possessing a mind is fair game for the mad elf mind mage !
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==Autumn Coverage==
===A Battle : Siege in the Dark Plains===
...- Lady Marielle Spellmeyer, of House Spellmeyer, withstands the attacks of the mysterious but evil Dawn King in a desperate stand for the Dark Plains' northern borders. -
This is the story of a truely epic battle, against all odds. It is a story of heroism and courage, of cunning and preparation. In this victory, both strength of arms and arcane energies are intermingled to serve a common purpose. It starts with three heroes of Athesia trying to convince Lady Spellmeyer that they can save her, her men, and if possible her keep. I would not want to diminish the import of the battle soon to follow, but convincing the Lady did not prove the easiest. My admiration for her indomitable will and brilliant intelligence was only heightened when she later showed us her own battle designs, as well as numerous weapons of her invention. Thankfully, Dargan Drosilan has a vested interest in these parts and skillfully led the negotiations.
At this point, we convened on an impressive battleplan, a mixture of pits and traps, as well as elementaly creatures, the whole coated in a hefty dose of illusions to make some impressive monsters, or even blind contingents of soldiers. As Dargan, his allies, the soldiers, and I, trudged on until they were covered in mud and I was shivering of exhaustion from pouring so much of my essence around, it should be noted that Iskar Livra did not stay idle. Indeed, although I got but brief glimpses of him, he was laboring with Lady Spellmeyer's mage to improve a particular weapon. In truth, what they achieved is truly impressive. Lady Spellmeyer had worked out a prototype of carriage reinforced by metal plates and powered through and enchantment. Alas, the strain of its weight made it near impossible to budge. It should never be said that an Eladrin is not resourceful ! Iskar applied a subtle mixt of scholarly knowledge and ice magic, creating a compressed liquid air chamber and used its proprensity to expand as a fuel to lighten the carriage's weight as well as offering the opportunity to convert its excess release into and offensive freezing weapon.
===A Report : Brief glimpse in the Athesia Council Chamber's inner workings===
...In progress...
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==Winter Coverage==
===A Ritual : How Illumianating !===
... In progress...
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==Exceptional Coverage==
===A denouement: The Dawn King's last rays===
... In progress...
===The concerns of Athesia: A word of warning ===
... In progress...
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