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      "0": "When Halavanthlarr came, the Oronthaebur merely 'faded away into the forest' before his advance. Calling themselves the Hlarr in an echo of their revered leader's name, Halavanthlarr's wood elves began to mount hunts of their own: cage-captures to breed beasts for food as well as food-slayings. They sought out the best springs and beast-colonies, faring ever farther inland, and slew Moon Clan elves upon sight. As self-styled lord over the Hlarr, Halavanthlarr hewed ever to two things: keeping his folk in readiness for war, with arms and patrols and sentries; and mastering ever-greater magic, with spell experimentations and sharing.\n\n        The Oronthaebur watched him in their turn, and knew fear. 'Madlord' they named him, and gave way before his ever-farther forays, until at length they were driven to meet among themselves in uneasy, unaccustomed alliance against him, and whelm their magical might, and make ready for war. They took the name 'Yhendorn' after the wise elder who convened the council, and bound his own mind to that of a nearby green wyrm to make their greatest weapon: a dragon the moon elves could control, to wage war for them. Thus emboldened, they struck back at the wood elves in strength, working slaughter upon three patrols with their arms and spells alone. Enraged, Halavanthlarr hurled other patrols against the Yhendorn; only a few ragged survivors fled back to him.\n\n        Mastering his temper into a cold fury, Halavanthlarr ordered the Hlarr back to their coastal holds, to gather all the magic and arms they could. \"Hold nothing back,\" he's reputed to have said, \"for there is no sunrise for the defeated.\" In one host, some seventy or eighty strong, they went hunting the Yhendorn -- and were skillfully harried and led to the forested height that is today known as Hunters' Down, in Deepingdale.\n\n        There the dragon swept down upon them, and their spells raged, and in a day-long, bloody fray the dragon perished, along with the elder who guided it...and almost all of the Hlarr. A few Yhendorn survived. So also did Ulelesse Chamaranthe, who'd led a handful of young shes aside from the final fray -- and Halavanthlarr, who fled, alone and wounded, back east towards the coast. Ere he reached it, he was met by three grim Chamaranthe gold elves, who slew him, the ballads insist, with their bare hands.\n\n        Ulelesse led her handful of shes to the dragon-torn battlefield, and on the height gathered the dead and comforted the surviving Yhendorn. There the three warriors of her kin who'd hunted and slain her Halavanthlarr found her. She refused to return to her homeland with them, choosing to remain with the Yhendorn, and in time a few -- a very few -- moon and gold elves made traffic and friendship between what is now Deepingdale and the coast nigh what is now Tsurlagol. Under the guidance of Ulelesse Chamaranthe, who became known as 'Old Mother' (this is the same \"Old Mother\" that many Fair Folk of the three dryland elven races tell moral tales to their young about, and sometimes, when astonished or facing doom, startle themselves by swearing by) the handful of Yhendorn grew great in magic. They and she raised the earthen barrow-tomb atop the hill that holds the dead of the Searing, and became the baelnorn who guarded it down the passing ages, and still guard it today.\n\n        Some folk in Deepingdale say that certain of the baelnorn walk the Dales, in disguise and cloaked in concealing magic, and watch unfolding events. This they have always done, sometimes aiding or giving warnings, and often covertly stealing magic. For some years, in the early days of the Elven Court (and among the Heralds soon after their founding), it was the custom of certain reverent elves (and heralds) to journey to Hunters' Down and converse with the baelnorn, trading enchanted items, spell scrolls, and news of events across the Realms for specific lore answers. Some say most of the Chosen of Mystra have also made this journey -- and Elminster has confirmed that pacts have been made that will bring the aid of present-day wizards to baelnorn of Hunters' Down who request it.\n\n"
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