Aric's Run

Built centuries before man even settled on these lands by a famous elf architect who was well known for revitalizing the elf clans and connecting with the other beings. Aric’s Run lies center of the continent as a symbol of truce on the lands and peace for those who desire it most. Any being whether it be human, elf, dwarf, fairy, lycans. Vampire, or some other being would be granted healing, opportunities of trade, and of course neutrality against foes. It is the heart that may stand for eternity or as long as all the beings respected the lands around it.

A sweeping massive chain of many buildings all connected in one way or another to the center hub for meetings. Made of local stone, fairy magic, elvish blood, dwarf steel, lycan bones, vampire spells, ghost beings energy. Melted together for what would be Aric’s Run.

Eighty towers connected by above ground and below ground tunnels and chambers. One tower in the middle connected to all towering five times higher then any other. No disaster has ever occurred though some of the old stone has began to show disrepair in last couple centuries. It is hard to find an architect all parties involved can agree with to repair it when there is discourse and evil bleeding in the lands.

Today an airship sits outside the grounds lies where a royal human line awaits for the meeting of the alliance. Fairies fly low in the grounds picking herbs and flowers for their medicine and magic, dwarves hide in the shadows of their respectable towers, elves keep the peace as impatience for all guests to the meeting appear to be growing restless.

Bells toll high above the center tower signaling that all parties have arrived. The alliance members send their three representatives.

Prince Archie Sexton and his two bodyguards represent the Humans. He is known as the overseer to building the airships and all known mechanical machinery. He appearance shows it too with a mechanical arm replacing an injury from an attack from a lycan decade ago. A scar from a vampire claw above his left eye, and his hair shaved bald to hide the gray hair he once had the first time he met the ghost spirits. His father King Ronald Sexton rules the human race in the seven cities of Calpria’s Lands. His reach though does not cover all humans. Patches of humans across the continent in rural settings avoid his wrath and are more protected by the other allies.

Mim lord of the dwarf clans along with his two sons Hurin and Patrick, Mim rarely walks out of his mountains unless it is an alliance call. With a massive orangeish gray beard covering nearly half his face. Rumors say he never stays at one location in the mountains to prevent detection from enemies. His sons Hurin and Patrick also have orangeish gray hair but slightly shorter. Both appear to have taken their fathers looks. Mim’s wife died giving birth his two sons. Vowing to never marry another woman he raised his two sons himself grooming them for the chance to take over the dwarf clans together.

Golwendes queen of the Elf clans along with Guruttor and Faervel represent the elf clans. Golwendes clothed in a golden white robe with white hair. She holds a living tree cane that will be passed down to her son as her father and grandfather before her once held. Guruttor the son of Golwendes heir to the throne is dressed in a green robe for this occasion. Faervel daughter of Ronin the lord of Heather’s Falls and niece to Golwendes arrives in traveling clothing as the last to appear for the meetings.

Meadow Beamtree lady of the fairies third in line to rule all the fairies behind her father and old sister she of course is with East Jupitersprite and Rose Beamtree. Meadow Beamtree father North Beamtree leads the fairies is occupied with the throne and unable to appear at the meetings. Her older sister Hazel Beamtree leads the military and is currently unable to appear due to the vampire and lycan raids near their homes. Meadow is more the diplomat along with her daughter who may be named Rose is nothing more then a tough negotiator when given the chance. East Jupitersprite is under order from North Beamtree to protect his daughter in these negotiations.

“Shall we begin.” Prince Archie sits down respecting the alliances old ways as best he can.

“We come here for the fact that the spirits of the barren caves have grown restless recently” Golwendes stands above the group to announce the issue that they must face “Not only are the Elf clans feeling this effect, but as I have heard so to have the dwarves and fairies.” Meadow and Mim bow their heads in morn at the losses both have felt.

“I have heard of these barren caves you say, but to be afraid of some stories feels lilliputian compared to the real dangers of vampires and lycans” Prince Archie feels as if the alliance is squandering its power “We have devices that are capable to storing the electric currency of the spirits and use it as a back up energy to our steam powered devices. Allow us to end the misery without a finger lifted by the alliance.”

“and the dinosaurs…”

Prince Archie stumbles at who said those words that he felt tremble through his body with fear. Sitting down he listens to the alliance once more hoping to find the answer to those ominous words. Dinosaurs were a common issue for the airships who simply were set on fire from one fiery blow and chomped down leaving charred traces. Several types of dinosaurs exist the ones that fly and others are ground type, but all that have come through are carnivorous.

Meadows responds to the statement “While we are aware of the human contraptions what we really seek is to uncover the origins of the dinosaurs and stop the evil from spreading any further.”

Mim throwing his fists down “Those damn dinosaurs have entered some sacred tunnels in our mountains and caves and utterly destroyed hundreds if not thousands of my people. They are nuisance that must be stopped now!”

Golwendes calmly places both hands down on the table “We need a small mixed group that can get in while others distract the spirits and dinosaurs.”

“Declaring war!?” Prince Archie throws out skepticism of this plan. Leaning back on his chair waiting for an answer as the group ponders such an idea.

Faervel steps forward “As some of you who have been around during the last great war we did in fact have a small group in fact all were mixed and some even shown success to winning the war.”

“It may have happened then, but there is no guarantee elf that the enemy has not forgotten that tactic” Mim responds to Faervel’s statement “United then, united now, why hell not!” The group suddenly frantically begins planning knowing this was full blown war and anything they could use against the evils of this continent would be needed. It is time to give them a blow that not only sets them back, but it also has the potential of uniting the elves, dwarves, fairies, and humans for a long time.

It had been decided the primary group would consist of the following Robert’s grandchild, Rose Beamtree, Guruttor, Patrick, and one of Prince Archie’s finest warriors. Other groups would be created in this meeting, but none more important at ending this great evil. The second great war had begun.

At night as the meeting had ended a large group of lycans howled outside the gates challenging them all with a warning sign of what is to come.