The Aeolorius Isles
High above the northeastern reaches of the World Forest, where the canopy merges into the mists of the heavens, lie the floating islands of the High Elves, ethereal realms that defy the laws of nature and the grasp of the dark woods below. Suspended in the sky by ancient, powerful magics now lost to the world, these islands drift gently on the breeze, islands of tranquility and majestic beauty amidst the chaos that reigns below.
Each island was oncd a masterpiece of High Elven architecture and natural wonder, with elegant spires, graceful palaces, and lush gardens that bloomed with otherworldly flowers radiating soft light. Crystal clear streams cascade into the skies, forming waterfalls that vanish into clouds below, while pathways of light connect the floating terraces, aglow with the enchantment of the elfin mages. Then The Fall
happened. The isles held out for decades, the warding magics of the elfin mages proof against the encroachment of the forest below but eventually, the world forest won out and thr isles were overrun with the same malevolant growth of plantlife that covered tbe rest of the world, pushing the High Elves from their homes.
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