The Academy of Alethaen
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The Academy of Alethaen is where young N'arândril(or pure elves) are trained to become High Priests of Alethaen, or Alethaeni (those of Alethaen) thus joining the Pure Legion. Located in Saeglin
Alethaen is the ancient god of wisdom and aetherial purity. He is a son of the high god Terendrim (king of kings), the creator of time and space.
Alethaen created the race of N'arândril, direct descendants of him, created by mating with an elven female, Morelia (mother of the pure).
N'arândril, or pure elves, are direct descendants of the god Alethaen. They spend most of their lives worshipping Alethaen, after adulthood.
Pure elves are beings of high arcane magic, thus having the ability of casting powerful spells at young age.
N'arândril younglings are quick learners who know how to walk at the age of 6 months, and become litterate at the age of 2.
At the age of 2 N'arândril younglings go to school, where they get taught arcane and physical sciences.
At the age of 50, each male and able N'arândril elf applies at the Academy of Alethaen. Here they are trained further
in the arcane arts. They are trained to heal and to purify, and basically all types of magic are practiced by the elves.
There is one thing that the high priests of Alethaen desire, and that is a pure and peaceful world.
Once part of the pure legion the new high priest roams across the land, providing aid where needed, ridding the land
of monstrosities and evil. The high priests are also practiced in the art of banishing aetherial beings, such as demons and evil, unpure spirits.
N'arândril culture and politics are very complicated. Pure elves are very passionate about music and arts.
Art is seen as one of the noblest skills, as is magic.
N'arândril have no form of higher authority but Alethaen. No more is needed because no cities or countries have been
established by the N'arandril save for a few towns.
When the elves get married, they get married for a lifetime. A N'arândril elf shall have no more than one spouse, and are forever faithful.
In the days of old the world was created by the gods, the Aialúr, and so all the things in it, living and unliving. Seas and mountains were shaped by the songs of the Aialúr, and the rolling hills and the trees and all that dwelt within. But the mightiest of all creations of the Aialúr were the Elves. Shaped by the most beautiful song that ever lingered on the realm of Earth and beyond. A song that could be heard even in the darkest parts of the void. The first of these magnificent creatures awoke, on the shores of the Mighty Sea, under the stars, that were created by Alethaen, wisest and fairest of the Aialúr. The Elves dwelt among the Aialúr in the Holy Lands and learned great skills of craft and song. As the children of the Elves grew in number, many wandered far off to establish settlements. 12 great kingdoms were established and 12 great kings ruled those. Each great kingdom represented on of the Aialúr, and housed mighty temples to worship them. As many years went on, the elves dwelt in peace, and created amazing works of art, and craftsmanship.
Sarfúnion, the wisest and noblest among the elves, abode in Saredhel-Ar-Tarpelion. The mightiest of cities in the Days of the Aialúr, devoted to Alethaen. Through the city the great river Tarpelion flowed, and a great port was established here, for the Tarpelion ran straight to the Mighty Sea in the south. Of all the elven tribes the elves of Saredhel-ar-Tarpelion were the most skilled shipwrights, and they crafted beautiful and majestic ships. But in these long years of peace, none knew of the doom that lay ahead, for a mighty power was rising.
In the east one of the kings was deceived by a dragon named Tarnuel. Sanglihir, the deceived king, was thence named Maragul, the fallen. Maragul gathered all of his followers and alongside terribe creatures he rode forth to besiege the other kingdoms. One by one he smote them, and took for himself all the riches and knowledge. At last Maragul and his dark forces gathered at the gates of Saredhen-Al-Tarpelion and besieged its walls. Sarfúnion did not know what to do and he consulted the high priests of Alethaen at the temple raised for Him. Ere Sarfúnion seeked contact, the Pure Lord came to him on his mighty steed and told him to gather the men and women of Saredhel-Ar-Tarpelion and venture across the sea, where a promised land awaits him. Before the doom of Alethaen had befallen him, the gates were breached, and foul forces streamed into the city. Many a valiant elf was slain in that glorious battle, but with 5 ships Sarfúnion fled, in time.
On the open sea a strong storm struck the fleet of the elves, and the ships perished, or so was thought, for near the place of dismay, lay the beautiful shores of Skol. Here king Sarfúnion established his dwelling, and many families of elves spread out and each established a city of their own. The elves sought friendship with the other peoples that dwelt in the newfound region, and traded with them, as well as warred. But one of the families of the elves separated, calling themselves the N'arandril. They dedicated themselves tot the worship of Alethaen. They did so by song and lore, and beautiful crafts. They etablished an academy dedicated to the learning of worship and art. Thus was founded the Academy of Alethaen.