Calimahtimë

The Voice Behind the Song

As the Second War raged on, the Elenathor found themselves pushed to the brink of despair. The malevolent forces they faced were more powerful and relentless than ever before, and it seemed that all hope was lost. It was in this moment of darkness that a desperate idea took root—a plan to harness the very essence of the world to drive back the encroaching evil. This audacious endeavor would come to be known as "The Great Fury of the Earth."   Behind this visionary concept stood an enigmatic elven mastermind named Elyndra, a revered sage whose deep connection to both magic and nature made her uniquely suited to conceive such a plan. Elyndra had spent years studying the intricate interplay between the elves' songs and the energies of the world. Through her insights, she realized that the elves possessed the latent ability to channel their collective emotions and intentions into a harmonious song that could resonate with the heart of the world itself.

“We do not command the earth. We plead, and pray, and hope she has not yet turned her face from us.”

— Elyndra

A Song to Stir the World

The implementation of this plan required careful orchestration. Elyndra gathered a council of the most skilled bards, musicians, and mages, forming a harmonic ensemble that would infuse their song with the power of unity. These performers, each representing a different aspect of elven culture, would take turns singing the song over the course of three days and three nights, ensuring a continuous and unbroken resonance.   To shield themselves during the delicate performance, master illusionists weaved intricate spells. Illusions of an ethereal army marched onto the battlefield, drawing the malevolent forces' attention away from the hidden performers. Sacrificial warriors added some much needed reality to the illusion, their courage and sacrifice becoming a testament to the elves' determination.  

The Earth Awakens

As the final strains of the song reverberated across the battlefield, an extraordinary transformation gripped the world. The winds stirred with an otherworldly vigor, the earth trembled beneath their feet, and the very sky crackled with elemental energy. It was then that the elves experienced a phenomenon that would forever be etched in their collective memory.   A mighty roar heralded the culmination of their efforts. Massive lightning strikes exploded amid the enemies ranks, colossal waves of water from every river and lake surged forth, cleansing the battlefield of the malevolent entities that had plagued the realm. Even the earth itself responded, splitting open to release great vines and roots that ensnared the enemy and dragged them into the depths, sealing their fate.

“The wind carried a voice I had never heard before, and it spoke not in words, but in rage. That was the moment I knew: the world was not passive—it had simply been patient.”

— Silenor Thalen, Master Bard

The scars of this great battle remained etched into the land, leaving behind visible marks that stood as a testament to the forces released here. The battlefield bore the marks of nature's wrath, with large scorch marks where lightning struck forever blackening the soil, deep furrows etched into the ground by the surging water and the forceful emergence of vines and roots. These scars, visible even after millennia had passed, served as a poignant reminder of the lengths to which the elves were willing to go to protect their realm.