Okay friends… I’ve finally finished my full deep-dive into one of the great kingdoms of Rhycullun, and yes, it absolutely ran away from me in the best way possible.
We’re talking Del Yerlusta - the ancient elven realm of living terraces, moon-pearl spires, unicorn omens, and the Seven sacred Elardail who literally grow from the leylines themselves. It is lush. It is dramatic. It is quietly judging everyone else from inside a very well-maintained forest.
It’s over 5,500 words (Sorry, not sorry), so this isn't a “quick scroll while you wait for the kettle to boil” situation. This is a cup of tea, cosy blanket, maybe cancel your evening plans kind of read. I regret nothing.
If you’re into kingdoms that choose patience over rash decisions, long-term stewardship over flashy domination, and connecting with the land and wildlife instead of conquering it… this one’s for you. No screaming tyrants. No endless burning cities. Just elves calmly planning things on an extended timeline and side-eyeing anyone who thinks that’s inefficient.
Also. Unicorns.
Sacred. Omen-giving. Possibly judging you. Definitely cooler than horses.
So if you’ve ever thought, “What if a kingdom actually tried to be responsible?” - welcome to Del Yerlusta. Come wander the forest with me. Just don’t touch the ancient glowing trees without permission. I’m not filling out that paperwork.... :)
