About: Cormyr

Seal of CormyrCormyr (pronounced “core-MEER”), also known as the Forest Country and the Land of the Purple Dragon is an independent nation in interior Faerûn. It was historically one of the most prosperous countries of Faerûn. Its capital is Suzail,

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About: The Harpers

Symbol of the HarpersThe Harpers were a semi-secret organization dedicated to promoting good, preserving history (including art and music of old) and maintaining a balance between civilization and nature by keeping kingdoms small and the destruction of plant life to a minimum. They considered the elven empire of Myth Drannor shortly before its fall to be the pinnacle of civilized history and strove to recreate the world in that image. Continue reading →

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About: The Crown Wars

In the dim mists of Faerûn’s past, long before the rise of even the most ancient human or dwarven kingdoms, the elves founded mighty empires across the length and breadth of Faerûn. The greatest of these empires — Aryvandaar, Keltormir, Miyeritar, Illefarn, Ilythiir, and Shantel Othreier — coexisted peacefully for thousands of years before greed, envy, and pride brought them low. The series of vicious, bloody wars that destroyed the ancient realms of the elves has come to be known as the Crown Wars.

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About: Bane, God of Tyranny

Symbol of BaneAlso known as: The Black Lord, the Black Hand, the Lord of Darkness

The twisted halls of Zhentil Keep echo with malign invocations chanted in shadowy temples throughout Faerûn. Bane, the Lord of Darkness, has conquered death itself, returning to the world to give dark inspiration to a thousand intrigues, to foment fear and hatred in civilized lands, and to reassure the common mortal that tyranny, though it may suffer occasional defeat, will never die. Though Bane transcended mortality centuries ago, his primary goal remains notably human – he seeks nothing short of the total domination of Faerûn. When his servants sit upon the throne of every land, when commoners serve their masters in fear for their very lives, and when altruism and hope have been erased from the world, then will Bane rest. Until that dark day, however, the Black Hand has eternity to hatch demented plots and vile intrigues. Eventually, he will rule all Faerûn, but there’s no hurry. Getting there will be half the fun.

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About: Cyric, God of Strife

Symbol of Cyric

Also known as:Prince of Lies, the Dark Sun, the Black Sun

Cyric is a petty, self-centered, megolamaniacal deity who holds himself above all other deities. He has an immense following throughout Faerûn: The unholy radiance of the Dark Sun draws power-hungry mortals like moths to a flame and then inexorably consumes them. Cyric was once insane, but his bout with divine madness has finally ebbed, and he no longer believes himself more powerful than all other deities. The Prince of Lies delights in spinning webs of deception that lead both mortals and deities to their ruin and pit friends and lovers against one another. He has assumed many guises since his ascension: a bloody wraith, a cloud of poisonous smoke, or a sudden gloom containing the phantom images of whirling human skulls and the intent gaze of two black eyes. However, his true form is believed to be that of a slim man with blazing dark eyes and chalk-white skin.
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Some notes…

First, on the Categories: If you see a post with the Meliantha category, it’ll be a post with a story involved.  The other category will tell you which chapter it’s from. Posts in the Candlekeep category are informational: things about the world and what’s in it.

Secondly, despite being mostly high fantasy, there are genuinely evil people and creatures in Faerun. Not all things go well, which is why people like Meliantha adventure: to try to stop them.  There can be bad things that happen – not just violence, but instances of torture, slavery and unpleasant assaults.  There’s going to be warnings on them, and I put a system that you need to click to be allowed to read, but be aware: dark things can – and do – happen.

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About: Helm, God of Guardians

Also known as: The Watcher, the Vigilant One

Helm is the ultimate guardian, the ever-vigilant sentry who allows nothing to compromise his duty. Often seen as cold and emotionless, he appears as a giant man in full plate armor. In truth, Helm is simply a stern disciplinarian dedicated to his appointed task. He is fond of children and more tolerant of their minor infractions than of anyone else’s. Many believe that Helm would give his own life to guard something entrusted to him. He is silent on the matter.

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Virtue and Sin

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The next morning found Meliantha in the chapel, kneeling, forehead against Chainbreaker’s crossguard. She breathed, and prayed, and in one of the things that was taught to her by Dathleene, let her mind move through her body, taking stock of it. She felt her muscles, made strong by dedication and practice. She felt her bones, supporting her form. She felt her skin – the calluses on hands from sword work, on feet from walking, running, and taking stances; the scars from battle. She let herself feel her body, even the empty places within her – she would never bear a child, never have her moon-times, and never had known the passionate touch of another. She felt the differences in her body – a heart that beat just a little faster than a normal person’s, eyes that saw through darkness as well as most elves. Ears that mostly got in the way of things – she couldn’t wear a helmet until she could get one custom-made to let them out.

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Black, Purple and Silver.

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“So,” Oversword Loran Dutharr began, “how bad was it?”

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In Their Hands

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Meliantha awoke, slowly dragging herself back from the edge. She was still naked, but the arm chains were detached from the wall and in manacles instead, letting her lay on the floor. Her legs were still chained to the wall, keeping her imprisoned. Her body ached, and she felt her own blood from her wounds dried on her skin. She raised herself up on her elbows, and looked around.

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