
Thelendor's fingers lightly caressed the crown, feeling the pulsing energy of the embedded gemstones. The Lord of Increscenta strolled out to the balcony and gazed out at the mist-shrouded islands. His eyes reflected a distant vision, that of a blue crescent moon resting atop a tower. Thelendor often contemplated the scenery at dusk, watching over the land he protected, the elves' sanctuary.
Just as thriving leaves will wither in the absence of light, ripe fruits will also shrivel when left unharvested for too long. Thelendor often feels that the elves have been cooped up in the islands for far too long. However, the world beyond the shores of the islands are polluted and unclean, and the lord of the Increscenta is equally determined to keep his kinsfolk safe from such harm. To protect this last bastion of purity, Thelendor is willing to do whatever it takes.
Thelendor greatly treasures his sister, Lossenia. Both the unblemished stars above the islands and his innocent and kind-hearted sister need his unwavering attention and protection. The siblings are the descendants of the ancient elven royal lineage, and they possess the purest bloodline. Thelendor often feels pained that Lossenia is seemingly oblivious to its significance, and is instead drawn to the lower populations beyond the island.

















































