Winter has plagued man for the last three hundred and fifty years with no end in sight. Civilizations have fallen, and the hope of summer has long since even been a dream. But some hope remains. The goddess Nantosuelta, who loved Sucellus, whispered to her most loyal follower, an archmage kept alive from a previous age and told him what he must do.
Kylorin was unique among men, the first to be trained in the art of magic by the evil goddess Ceridwen, whom he later betrayed to follow Nantosuelta. Directly instructed by both the evil goddess of conjuration and the good goddess of enchantment he was the most legendary figure of his age, and for now he is the most legendary figure of another age as well.
For decades he has spread knowledge, learning, and civilization among the Amurite tribes, leading them from the cold darkness of ignorance, to the warm light of enlightenment. Yet among all his teachings he left behind something more important; his children.
Born of the various tribes of men and elf, the Children of Kylorin have slowly been gathered by Kylorin's own follower Saeldur of the Sylvanhel. Some have willingly joined the quest, while others have broken away on their own paths.
Kylorin has vanished but winter has taken a slight down turn, and the signs in the sky aligned, Kylorin's plan is in motion, and he must now rely on his children to pick up his torch and burn away the frost.
This is the tale of one of those who may come to the aid of Kylorin's Children and play his own role in their story. A child of the Sylvanhel Elves, Macalanios is a Warden of the Moon Gates crafted by the Anhel. His purpose in life has been to travel between the various gates that link the dwindling Sylvanhel homes together and repair or defend them as they are needed. A fairly low ranking Warden, he has none-the-less earned the respect and praise of his superiors for his good work.
From the Slyvanhel haven of Hanshel-Ars (s. Isle of Paradise) located on an eastern island far out to sea Macalanios makes his trips through the Moon Gates to the lost settlements of his people. Recent warm weather has created an interesting situation where a few gates, lost to winter, have become accessable again. In a hurry to take advantage of this the Archdruid has sent out his most trusted Wardens to three locations that have not had activity in over one hundred years.
Macalanios has traveled through the Moon Gate of Hanshel-Ars to the gate of Fin-Arfinlos (s. House of the Summer Breeze), located fourty miles north of his true destination. From that haven, where Valanhel Elves still reside and do battle with Mulcarn's Frostlings he has turned south toward the lands of the Amurites, a collection of human tribes that show promise of breaking free of the cold dark age into enlightenment through the teachings of the Arch Mage Kylorin.
The Slyvanhel Warden's mission however is to travel the wilds until he reaches the gate of Parth Ernil (s. The Green Sward). It is this gate that was lost to Mulcarn's Enternal Winter, but divinations have revealed it may once again be accessable. Macalanios has treked through the tundra for weeks now and is nearing the location where the Parth Ernil gate is said to be.
The warm weather of the last weeks however is faded, and winter has returned. Cold winds blow howling across the desolate lands down from the Skyreach Mountains that are visible in the distant south (not that far away). A storm is coming to the region from the northwest and in its van come the cold wraiths of Mulcarn. The Warden travels through a lightly wooded region, tomorrow, if the weather hold just long enough, he should reach his goal in the rolling hills and hidden vales ahead.
