Melian

Arriving at the Cornelian kingdom in search of conquest and gold, hearing rumors about a vibrant kingdom pouring with gold. It was not. It was desolate, people huddled around dilapidated building, gaunt faces of children staring through windows, you notice everyone is human, no elves, orcs, half lings or hybrids. The atmosphere was oppressive and hazy, the glares from the knights in red made the hair on your nape prickle as you decide to abandon the idea of staying there leaving the kingdom. Maybe better luck in Awen? Just have to travel through the Na'Moore forests, the idea of camping in the forests filled with monsters and undead feels better, wasn't the first time. Coming to a clearing at the edge of the forest you spy a tired looking elf woman, resting on the ground, she looked lethargic as her dull aqua eyes as a spark of...hope? Flickered in her face.