Navan’aith is a large island continent south and slightly east of the mainland. It is home to the elven nation and is known for being “off limits” to all non elves. While peaceful and serene, the elves can become enraged if non elves set foot upon their shores. Even if one escapes and flees, the elves form “hunting” parties to track down and slay the intruders, even coming to the mainlands to do so if need be. Essentially a giant forrest, Navan’aith is also home to the worlds two largest lakes and single mountain chain. The elves have used magic for hundreds of centuries to cultivate and grow their home to their liking. Home to several species of animals and plants only found there, the elven nation is a virtual paradise. Money is non existent in Navan’aith. If someone needs or wants something, they either make it, or someone else makes it and gives it to them. Truly at one with their home, the elves strive not to exist, but to coexist with their surroundings. Homes are grown rather than built high in the forest canopies. If a new community is formed, streams are magically split and redirected to flow near them. Nearby communities send food and supplies and visit often to insure their new neighbors thrive. Pixies, nixies, grigs, sprites, satyrs, and centaurs in the area will like wise do what they can to help. Most of these races took refuge from Allorys in Navan’aith millenia ago and leave it even more rarely than the elves. The rest of Allorys would see Navan’aith as a Utopia, if only they were allowed to see it. The elves have no government to speak of, instead each community is advised by it’s eldest members, elves often over a thousand years old. These elders make pilgrimages every century or so and gather at Aelnistas where they discuss the current course of events and plan the next century. Navan’aith is a huge nation, and it is not unheard of different communities of elves being vastly different from one another. Some devote their time to crafts and arts, having endless time to do so, while others live almost their whole lives traveling from one end of the continent and back over and over again amassing collected knowledge and lore. And then there are those few young elves, who’s curiosity and wonderlust overtake them and they seek out lands other than their ancient forest home. Most return home within a few years, finding the rest of Allorys not to their liking.
“The harp makes such beautiful music. I think I shall spend a few decades to master it, so that I may truly appreciate it.” – Arithus Ansaleen, elven master of painting, sculpture, the flute, fencing, poetry, the lyre, herbalism, weaving, and apprentice harpist.
Capital City: Aelnistas