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Jenn-Kellon is not only Wurm’s oldest, but it is also the largest and most populous kingdom, with considerable influence in the North Eastern quarter of the wild lands. Historically, Jenn-Kellon has been notable for its formidable numbers and domination over the Altar of Three. In the era before Mol-Rehan, Jenn-Kellon battled with Horde of the Summoned over territory for many years. Following the emergence of a new enemy, the war has taken on many new fronts. Life as a Jenn-Kellon in the North East is often fairly safe, stable and relaxed, and therefore it is considered one of the easier kingdoms to live in, although nearer the front lines life is more difficult. Despite the relative peace in Jenn-Kellon, it is still home to many of Wurm’s greatest, best equipped and most experienced fighters, and as such can command a devastatingly powerful military.
Religion: Fo, Magranon and Vynora with control over the Altar of Three.
Special Info: As a ‘white light’ kingdom, citizens of Jenn-Kellon are able to become priests and champions of Fo, Magranon and Vynora, and use the spells provided by each.
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Written by Adoll
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Saturday, 01 May 2010 22:25 |
One year ago, all Jenn Kellon cities contributed to the building of the largest prison in Wurm to incarcerate the most heinous criminal, Doctorchaos. All cities in the Jenn Kellon lands benefit from the continued internment of Doctorchaos and the newcomers to these lands can travel safely without ever knowing the menace that is locked safely underground near our Holy White Light.
As the S.T.H. prison approaches its first anniversary, the Jenn Kellon jailers are attentively tending the walls, gates, and arsenal of the prison. Elders from the villages of Blackhorse, Kyara and Sparta take shifts watching the prison's gates, and the nearby city of Valhalla acts as the main supply depot providing food, iron and other assistance as required.
Though guard duty is often boring and tedious, the jailers spend their time keeping a large supply of arrows, planks, bricks, horses, and all the other supplies that may be required to repel a breakout attempt. As the prison is connected by the White Light Highway to all major Jenn Kellon, the prison jailers need only withstand a raid for a few minutes before the warriors of Jenn Kellon can ride in to break any siege mounted by the vile allies of the criminal. |
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Written by Fuegan
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Tuesday, 13 April 2010 16:21 |
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With the infamous Libila Champion Doctorchaos still trapped within a tomb of stone past where the shadow of the mighty walls of Valhalla falls, the citizens of Jenn-Kellon are safe from tyranny for now. A tactical force seized upon this opportunity to repel Libila's forces to the south. For days, a small group of Jenn-Kellon's dedicated warriors rallied by Fuegan lay siege to an enemy outpost which holds a key tactical location. The group, consisting of some of Jenn-Kellon's finest warriors including Nosyt, Xallo, Eimomies, Miggy, Wtfer, Tehheretic, Bloumen and Potissimus made a successful effort to dispatch of the Legion of Libila's base of operations.

The defenders of The Horde, while successful in keeping their coffers safe for a short wile, proved too few in number with their leader entombed to repel the Jenn-Kellon force from daily attack. They see no other option than to abandon the site and disband under the strain of daily raids. With this success and thoughts of recent Blacklight aggression still fresh on their minds, some of the raiders push on seeking to further dispatch of Libila's minions.
The Pirate Outpost becomes the next village to fall as the sky is filled with shards which rain heavily upon the village. Two nights of sieging by forces from Tyre, Sparta and Kyara severely weakens the the village to the breaking point. Thus, the latest Pirate Outpost is broken.
This pirate outpost may have been bested like many before it, but the dedicated pirates have rebuilt before and are likely to rebuild once again. |
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Written by Poolsclosed
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Friday, 05 February 2010 15:56 |
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Early in the morning after a long period of stillness in the world of Wurm, the Jenn-Kellon Battlemaster, Xallo defied the foggy mountain mist and uncovered the location of the goblin leader! Traversing treacherous mountains and straddling on enemy kingdom borders, the proud warrior managed to marshal the mischievous villain back to the safety of a Jenn-Kellon stronghold.
While the finest Jenn-Kellon masons and crafters worked feverishly to create a containment structure for the beast, warriors from the farthest reaches of the kingdom began to gather in a valiant show of unity and teamwork to slay the villain. At the mark of the powerful Jenn-Kellon Gavin, a thousand swords clashed all at once.
The sound of weapons hammering flesh, bone, and sinew tore through the night sky like a howling beast crying out in pain.The Jenn-Kellon warriors were victorious in their combined effort to fell the monstrosity and as kingdom mates from near and far shook hands and parted ways, there was one common feeling present. It was undeniable that every man and woman looked forward to a new golden age in the kingdom, to fight beside each other another day fearless to whatever may oppose them.
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Written by Dream Master
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Monday, 28 December 2009 03:16 |
Twas the night after Christmas, when all through the land, Craftsmen were working, making weapons by hand. The stockpiles were gathered by the entrance with care, In fear that little Petunia soon would be there.
The knights were nestled all snug in their armor, While visions of blood worried the farmers. And mamma in her pen, with egg on the ground, A new sense of terror from a worrysome sound.
When out in the pen there arose such a clatter, We sprang from our chores to see what was the matter. Down passed the armory they came in a flash, Flung open the doors ready to bash.
The moon shinning bright on the new-fallen snow, Gave the luster of day to the egg cracking so slow. When what to our horror filled eyes should appear, But a miniature white dragon, with teeth from ear to ear.
With little white wings, so lively and quick, We knew in a moment Petunia was ticked. Faster than shield blocks her attacks they came, Petunia attacked us while feeling no shame.
The Mother looked on with pleasant delight, Daughter like Mother put up a magnificent fight. Scorched and gored, from her fiery hot breath, The knights withdrew for a night of needed rest.
She sharpens her teeth on the stone walls that surround, A feeling of dread fills the air of the town. Petunia now waits for an offering of food, Which poor soul will be donating their blood. |
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Written by Miggy
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Wednesday, 11 November 2009 01:06 |
The war rages at the homestead of "Our Wall"
A many-times disputed tunnel going through the mountain range connecting Whosville Mountain and Gedd's mountain. Our Wall holds a critical tunnel leading directly into the Whitelight basin and heartlands.
Another day dawns at the front lines, and so more blood is shed. Today saw a turnover in the blacklight progression: Where they had previously been progressing with uncanny pace, they were today cut to a halt. As the Blacklight builders were forced into their mines by the ferocious Jenn-Kellon cavalry, the blacklight fighter Shweet learned to respect the power of a two-handed sword wielded with skill. The Jenn-Kellon horseman Fsbkun swung at Shweet and nearly severed his leg off in one hit, making the blacklighter limp slowly towards a nearby blacklight hideout. It was only good luck that saved him from the relentless onslaught, as the brave Jenn-Kellon knights slaughtered everything in their path.
A Blacklight builder, Mortal, was also taught to respect the speed of the royal bred horses, as Nosyt, the royal Jenn-Kellon avenger, snuck through the front lines and charged in from behind him. With her dual small mauls, the poor creature barely saw what hit him as he was forced back into Libilas womb.
Our wall was first founded as part of a black-light effort to gain entrance to the whitelight heartlands, and was the front lines between the Whitelight and Blacklight forces. Eventually, the scourge was forced out of the area, and the tunnel was claimed in the name of the true gods, and the area lay dormant as the previous blacklight war-effort fell into hibernation, where it would stay for many years.
Now the blacklighters have returned, and are making a push back to the old front lines. The whitelighters are however digging deep into the mountain ridge, and will not yield for Libila's foul minions, as "Our Wall" is transformed from a collapsing old fort into a modern rampart, capable of resisting even the grandest of assaults.
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