Bounty is a massive realm the size of Europe, and just as diverse. There are moutains, seas, forests, plains, low-lands, tundra, and swamps through it.

The Bosmer (and Anik) live in a part of the realm called the Hidden Vallies. These are smaller moutains that are inbetween two large moutain ranges. The moutains provide difficult access to the outside world but allow for an abudence there to flurish. The plan of Nature seems to connected to this place as it is unnaturally fertile. The lower parts of the vallys often contain rives, forests and some clearings, while the upper reaches of the moutains contain large pine forests.

In the legend of the Elves before the great spliting of the Wild Elves, the elves were masters of all magic and many great skills. They built many grand cities, which were often saced and destroied. Now what remains untouched from them were their Tombs, Forts, and Temples. Tombs were not quite a place of rest... as they the wild elves were morally... well wild. Wild-Elf tombs were often massive complexes with tons of traps, undead gaurdians, and hidden treasures (as they belived that all treasures in one's tomb would aid them in the next life). The forts were untouched mainly because after the splitting, the Demonic Gaurdians in the forts could not recognise friend from foe... so they just killed everyone who enetered. The temples were not to the gods, but to the Planes themsleves. They were mostly on the ground but a couple Air temples were said to fly and some Water Temples were said to be under the seas. These Temples also had gaurdians, great Spirit Elementals which like the Demonic Gaurds could no longer tell friend from foe, and so turned on all.

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The Bosmer: There people are short elven people who are always trying to make things. They are craftsmen, artists, and visonarys at heart. They share a well ingrained magical potention but instead of comming out in the form of powerful wizards instead legendary craftsmen are born... for when they put their time and effort into making something that object will almost always contain some form of supernatural power. The art-works they make (I say art-works but I mean even a sword can be made so perfect to be called a piece of art) all are semi-living. They don't speak or or even have minds, but the power they gain is through the talents of the maker, his reason for making it, his emotions while making it, and also the complication of its admires. The more time that their work is on this world the more they can absorbe into them... so the more powerful they become.

For instence if a man carved and made a beautiful diamond and place it on a masterwork ring for someone he cared deeply for, then the ring would take this trait, somehow helping the one who wore it from harm or by bringing them happiness or luck. Now if this ring was worn all her life while they love eachother it would grow stronger by the emotions place through it. Then when passed on to gallery where the work would be seen by all, as its fame grew and people admired it, it would become an even greater ring, perhaps even makeing it a full-fledged artifact. By this time even copies of this ring would carry some much smaller form of its power.

Besides being wonderful craftsmen they are also quite good at swordsmen ship and bow and arrow. If they fight it is only to protect what they love. Generally they are peaceful, but sometimes objects will come into being that promote violence and hatrid. These objects are often locked away in vaults and kept away from people.

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Long Ago there were the Anor, or Wild-Elves! They lived in the realm and not only were artists and craftsmen but also powerful wizards. It is said long ago that the wild-elves soon though split into 3 different sub-types. The Bosmer or Wood Elf, Altmer or High Elf, and Dunmer or Dark-Elf. Through the split of the elves all the major cities and works were destroied through the wars that followed (mainly the Altmer and Dunmer fighting with the Bosmer just trying to stay alive). The war is said to have gone one through centuries, and left the realm in ruins.

The bosmer were able to eventually escape the fighting in the Hidden Valleys of the

The Bosmer were the artist, craftsmen, and enchanters of the realm. They were considered to be "Neutral" beleiving in nature being a guide for living. The Altmer were the greatest builders (making grand cities and large castles) and powerful Wizards, but were weaker and often their pride would not allow them to work well together. They would be considered the "Good" Elves, though often their pride will get in the way of alot of "good" they could do. They also think very highly of themselves as they are immortal when it comes to age (though they don't breed as often, and each child a woman has, it takes 10% of her lifeforce with her. They would almost consider themselves gods if their weren't accually gods out there. The Dunmer were the stronger, quicker, and more resilent of the three races (though all of them are more magical than tough). They would be considered "evil" as they will turn to more corrupt and vile means to eradicate their eneamy, they are also the only ones who dabble in Necromancy.
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The wind was calm in the night sky. The world was at peace, or as peaceful as normallity would allow. Nothing significat singled the comming of Anik. Perhaps that is because it doesn't matter how you enter or leave, but what you did and made while there that does.

Anik blinked a bit, not sure how long he had been looking at the stars.

His head hurt... how many lifetimes has he lived? And in each one he had not remembered any of the others. He was there at The Beginning, but the Beginning was not his start. No, his start came far after that. But everything seemed like a dream to him, and whats worse, is that he felt like he was missing a big chunk.

He got up and felt within himself. This was a new body, though it looked the same. A new "incarnation". He could feel other small differences. What he knew about Magic had changed, and psionics... they had evolved into something else, yet far more powerful. And as such, he lacked what he used to have.

The knowlage hadn't degrated, just... wasn't applicable here in this time. For when the rules of reality shifted, sometimes the way you play the game changes, even if under the same name of "life".

He looked around the land... his Bounty, how many times has it appeared on Yiggdrasil? Looked to the Valley in which he knew the Bosmer must be (they always settled there it seemed, waiting for him) and started walking that way.

The winds spoke of peace to Anik, as did the Earth.

Though he was not familiar with the details of the gorgeous realm of The Bounty, he felt at home here.
Something about his realm gave him confidence, despite his clear lack of knowledge at the current moment.

With the utmost of grace, Anik moved through the beautiful landscapes of The Bounty, towards the near-by City, where the Bosmer lived.

Anik continues to the village. He knew of course that with every incarnation of his, he knew the land would be different, but it still felt like home.

((He's had 2 played and 2 not played incarnations, 50% of it is missing info, 40% of it is jumbled up, and the 10% avalible isn't applicable... but it makes great RP.))

As he continued on to the village, Anik remembered small things about The Bounty, things like the beautiful lush Flora, the ancient rocky slopes of the mountains, the smell and whisper of the air the swelled and wound around him.

Then, something particular caught his eye - as he pressed down a rocky track towards the village, he spotted a small blackish obsidian orb. The orb was about the size of a golf ball, and had a strange marking carved into it, which looked like it had been filled with an orange wax, or filler of some sort.

Anik picked up the orb. Lore He thought to himself letting his power examine it.

((now its time to see if you have even looked at my CS :P ))

Anik's current train of thought is quickly derailed, as his mind starts filling with information about the item.

The orb is infact a key, the marking - which is currently covered with a sealant - is pressed against the turn-key of a lock, the seal will brake, the orb will bind to the lock, and the orb can be twisted, to open the lock. It becomes obvious to Anik that this work of superior craft was made by him, and that it opens a gate - or portal - of great importance.

As quickly as his thought and sight had faded, they were back, Anik's mind now buzzing with new knowledge.

"I see" He says to himself, wondering if this is perhaps the 'key' to his lost knowlage, perhaps it involves the tower as well if he made it. He puts it in his pack, anik carries with him almost at all times a small pack which carries his tools (should he want to manually do work) or interesting things he finds. He then proceeds to the village.

After pocketing the item, Anik continues.

He shortly arrives at the Village of the Bosmer. Even to Anik's eyes, this village is of unfathomable craftsmanship. The Bosmer people were deeply in love with the land that surrounded them, and it showed. The Village lay sprawled amongst heavy bushes, shrubs, and many shacks and stores were pressed against the thick rooted bases of the trees, the soared right up into the top of the valley, their thick branches and foliage forming a sort of roof over the valley.

Anik was a little proud of them, seeing as they had acheived this balence. He continued going forward into the village looking around at the people as he goes, wondering if they would recognise him. Introductions are always a pain.

The people of Bosmer gave Anik looks of intense love, and respect. Some even put down their tools and crafts, and eyed the god intensely as he walked among them. Anik got the feeling that in his past life, he had done some great deed to the Bosmer, though, he was not sure what this great deed was.

As he walked amongst his proud Bosmer people, he layed his eyes upon their magnificent crafts. Weapons, armour, jewels, and intricate devices and crafts of all shape and size were made here.

However, as he walked through the beautiful village of the Bosmer, Anik had a strange feeling of unease, as if, perhaps, there were suspicious eyes watching him.

He paused on the weapons and armor, strange how they needed such things. He hadn't expected much trouble in the realm, but then perhaps they were just made for decoration instead of practicle use. He inquired someone close and asked them where he could find someone incharge of the village.

"Oh, hello lord Anik! Welcome back to The Bounty my lord! I am Mepherian of the Jewelcraft" said the Bosmer, his voice wright with anticipation and nervousness. It was clear to Anik that he was very excited to be speaking to the lord of his realm.

"Someone in charge? You'd be looking for Eilduen. He can be found in the temple, in the Chamber of Kings. He will be eagerly awaiting you my lord!" said Mepherian, still very excited.