They built homes in the trees drawing from the land and giving back to the land. It was said to be a place where the weary were refreshed; a place of music, art and verse. It was as beautiful as any place in Landermass. Then the shadows grew among the tall trees. The Daerlan king waged war on the Weirluns nearly wiping them out. Peace could not be found in Arda. The king's youngest son, Navir wrested the throne from his father and led his people across the water to Amloth where they founded a new home, Liannest. Years later it was revealed that the Menaloch had poisoned the health of Arda, turning Navir's father against the Weirlun and earned the undying vigilance of Navir against the return of the taint of the Menaloch. From Gerrand's Histories of Landermass Navir watched the horsemen approach at a rapid pace. He saw they were Daerlan and he frowned. None of his kinsmen ever came to him save with dread news. For two thousand years he had been their king but the Daerlan no longer shone brightly in the world giving way to lesser but more numerous races.
