Aellyn Rynass History Letter

> My dear Boy,
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> I can tell from your request that you still have not learned that somethings are better left to the pages of history. Yet I know you will not heed these warnings anymore than all the other warnings you've been given. So, since a fool armed with knowledge will fare better than a simple fool, I will answer your questions.
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> The Rynassi chose a more extreme path. Unable to forget our homeland and the tragedy that befell it, their distrust of the kingdom of men was strong, and they chose the isolation of the Chelhuwood, far from the cities of the caliphate. The jungles of the region were different than the great forests of the north, but they soon learned the harmony of the land, and they built a beautiful strong called in a canyon overlooking the lakes and rivers that rolled towards the Zee. They used their isolation to focus on strengthening and expanding their magical prowess, and for centuries we relied upon them to teach our mages and scribes in exchange for diplomatic representation with the growing power of the Caliphate. But they unknowingly trod the same path as the Caliphate, becoming obsessed more with the shadows of the past than with the reality of the day. They became convinced of a dark conspiracy behind the epoch defining conflict of our past.
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> Sending their scouts north into the Borovian lands, they pieced together a fragmented theory that countered the history we all share. As every elf knows, in the final chapter of the great war, a splinter group of mages from Leddig Slatte known as The Fangs of The Veil rose up. At the front lines of the battlefield between the two nations they raised an army of fallen soldiers from both sides that were too strong to control. The undead horde turned on them and devoured both countries from within. Our brothers from Rynassi believed that The Fangs of The Veil were never from Leddig Slatte, but instead a corrupted band of fey wizards drawn from Parasa tribe in the far northeast. Seduced by promises of power from a font of dark magic, these wizards infiltrated the Leddig Slatte armies, and knew full well how the kingdoms of men would fare before the unholy horde.
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> As with any theories of conspiracy and forgotten lore, the elders of the Aellyn Rynass fell victim to their obsession. They listened to a few too many Barovian campfire songs and came to believe that when the force of Lugh road north to smite the undead hordes, The Fangs of the Veil took shelter in a lost valley of the Svalich Woods where they evaded the Caliphate armies
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> They came to believe that to this day The Fangs of the Veil continue to draw from the font of their dark magic, gathering strength for some unnamed Armageddon. Our brothers and sisters of the Rynassi became obsessed with vengeance and reclaiming our ancestral homes to the north, and sought a path to attack these phantoms from the past.
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> Unable to rally support for their wild fantasies from the Caliphate they begin to search further afield. Dabbling with deeper magic that stretched the limits of this world, they sought allies in the worlds beyond. They sent their emissaries deep into the Feywild, and the darkest realms of the Shadowfel on a fool's errand. For the beings their care not of this world and would just as soon return you to this world on empty husk then gift a fool with some fabled blade to turn back time.
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> Know, young Xarlamin, that we tried. We said emissary after emissary to the halls of Aellyn Rynass to help our brethren see that their true path was in this world. But they refused to listen. Each successive trip to the Chelhuwood returned reports of thinning population of the stronghold, and wilder paranoia in the hearts of the Rynassi counsel. Eventually our sendings went unanswered. And the last mission to the Chelhuwood found our glorious halls abandoned.
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> Enclosed you will find our scouting maps to the Aellyn Rynass. Our last contact with the stronghold was nearly 100 years gone. In feral years that's several generations and we fully expect that the warring savages of the region have long since either taken over or destroyed the stronghold. We can only hope that the Rynassi wardings still hold and the secrets of our people are preserved somehow.
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> There was a time when a pain to Correlan our forefather was enough to grant passage into the hallowed halls of Aellyn Rynass, but in their final days the paranoia and dementia of our brother and may have led them to any manner of warding against the outer world's intrusion. If you must seek this place, proceed with care, take copious notes, bring back as many books as you can carry, but don't believe what you read therein.
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> Yours in Moonlight,
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