...Forests of Eidolon...

     As of late in these lands, there has been trouble brewing. Few of these ancient Elves within Eidolon know of it, and fewer yet are prepared to do anything about it. It is true that in all of the lands, evil stirs. We do know that we are not the most needy of aid, but of course could use it, for the sake of the Elves... Princess Serena, with the aid of a mysterious man known as The General, summon forth any that wish to answer their call. They summon for anyone that wishes to aid Eidolon. Will you be one that steps forward? Will you be one to take part in these great and perilous adventures ahead? The rulership of Eidolon awaits you! Come now, and see if you can stand the tests.

     The Forest of Eidolon is a great forest, one which streches from the northernmost Mountains, into the deep south. The deep south, where the swamplands are, and the kingdom of Dragonspawn. That is not the true enemy though, for there are rumors of a war to be had soon, between an unknown entity, and the Elves. From the far north, where Eidolon Castle,  Rivervale, and Spires Reach all lie, form the Elves laready brave enough to fight. Those that were rallied by their Princess, and General Endaerin. Elves of the Drow-kin too, though it may seem like an odd shot, they are mostly mercinaries that came forth. The fact of mercinaries is not nice, but it is truthful, as they all came to Spires Reach on great ships, with promise of Gold and Fortune. Fortune was supposedly enough to let them live a rich life, and the ybraged about the castles they would buy, the armies they would make, which was all fine, as long as they came...

     The first few month's of waiting were miserable. Most of the mercinaries, and many others that were going to fight were plagued with nightmares, those of men dying on the field, and themselves. Dreams of the lands being burned down, and demons roaming freely. The Princess and The General spoke to each other, late at night, when others were awake and miserable. They could not find out anything to do, but send them back to where they came from. Some of them stayed though, they were strong, and that would take them a ways, both mentally and physically. So The General took off then, and rode into the far West, where the Sanctorium of the Moon was.

     Deep within the Wilderun, the ancient forest that General Endaerin had known of as his home for all his life, was where he went. He rode through, days and days, making stops at all of the local villages and outposts, rallying troops there also. He had rounded up over half of his Calvary already, and was headed to get his Dragoons... Within a few days he finally reached the Sanctorium of the Moon, where his father presided. He asked if it were wise, what path should he take? all were right, according to his father, and that he should do as felt right. So he gathered the last of the Calvary, and gathered his 1st Dragoons. They rode then, steady, and straight for the Forests of Eidolon. On the way, recruiting anyone that would come with them.

     *I do hope that you will be one to join us, and to help fight our enemies alongside us. The Forest of Eidolon is a great place for most to find new ideals, and meet new people. There will be rooms open, such as Eidolon: The Green Forest[Rp], or Eidolon: The Castle [Rp], and even Eidolon: Rivervale [Rp]. We hope that any of you that are members, will attend regularly. Please now, go forth and read the charter. When you decide to agree to the rules, and join, then speak with dasint_alexander. Tell him of your desired class, and the name you would like to be known as. Then it shall be done!*