Doron Amar Role-Play

[Valefort]

Soon enough Mealir would come back in Doron Amar, after receiving the letter he could be seen successively smirking, sighing, and fetching a quill. Before leaving the place with a letter in hand he asks the rangers about the person who left the letter in the first place.

[Karond]

A dwarf presents himself to the guards of Doron Amar as an ambassador, and asks to see the ruling council. With him he carries a sealed scroll from King Dovkin Battlehammer, presenting the dwarf as Thorgeir Silvershield, and with the express wishes of him becoming an ambassador at their court. The scroll also mentions that an elven representative be present in Kraak Helzak in turn.

[Valefort]

After welcoming them the dwarves would be informed by Mealir that there is not much of a court but that Thorgeir Silvershield is very welcome to stay in Doron Amar and that an elf will be sent to Kraak Helzaak in turn. Questions about their well being, needs and situation would ensue.

[Hoihe]

Hoihe suddenly appeared off the perimeter of Doron Amar's wards from thin air as the lunar beauty was waning, only preceeded by a quick flash. He approached from down-stream, in a hurry, and greeted the rangers before telling them them that he is here on religious matters this time. He quickly proceeded until he reached the statue of three goddesses, or of one goddess depending on how one views it where he slowed down. He circled the statue for a while silently until the moon rose whence he began a silent prayer to Sehanine before her representation. Those observing may have seen that he appears thankful for something, but also confused. Occassionally, he made louder remarks in elven about "Darkness", "the Bardess", "Madness", "Chasms", "Ancient horrors". He also proceeded to make a prayer to Hanali afterwards whom he left an arrow with fletching that is coloured after Erevan's most representative colours.

Overall, Hoihe spent nearly a day, from sun-rise to midnight before teleporting away. He left an arrow as an offering to the Hanalis's statue and a seemingly useless scrap of parchment before Sehanine's statue. Although useless at first glance, to a keen observer the piece of paper would appear to be of positive symbolic significance. The words on it, as it seems, appear unfinished, and while there are many of them one could clearly see that the phrases are one syllable off from being complete. The letters are well written, with expensive ink.

[Valefort]

Through a great effort, assisted with a few passing adventurers, the elves of Doron Amar reduced the ruined temple to Bane in Sharp Teeth to small rubble. Destroying the woodwork, making the walls collapse the structure was entirely leveled in a short time. Only the pool of red liquid remains, untouched for now.



Making sure to celebrate the spring afterwards people gathered, even though Rhys was keen on destroying the last small tidbits with an odd hammer.



After songs, wine and food were shared in that once dreadful place people scattered, leaving what is now a clearing that, with time, will become green again.

[gallimar]

A dark figure in black robes appears at the now empty scene after the celebrations. His feet wade through left over pies and what not. He flickers his tongue very much like that of a snake, then places his palm on the earth. A smile appears displaying an array of spikey teeth. He lifts the palm and sniffs it gently against his face and whispers...

"Ssssso pretty"

He then continues to walk through the scene of the once had party and collects any left overs he may find and wraps them in cloth, leaving quietly

[kellendril]

*rumors spread of the elf Celasorsan having struck the Hand, Eowiel, following a long and sometimes heated discussion, just inside the gates of Doron Amar. Eowiel is reported to have called for the rangers to take him down as he fled the village. Many arrows found their mark, but the warrior found his way into the deep forest and away. It is reported that the councilor told the rangers to bar his re-entry to the village unless a councilor was present to allow it*

[The Whistler]

After dusk had settled and the festivities finally died out, a solitary figure is seen approaching the smoking ruin on horseback. Reins bound in his hands in anger, he takes the wreckage in with a black expression that only the purest, most profound hatred could spur. Swinging a leg over the rump of his horse, he descends on the sodden ash beneath him and clasps a handful of it in his obsidian hand. He lingers for a moment, watching the ash drift between his fingers as venom-laced words drift out of his mouth.

"This I swear unto You. I shall anoint You in their tears and shape the weak laments of their wounded into a laurel for You to wear. Let anyone who would stay my hand lose theirs and all those who seek my mercy, be shown the sword."

[sir_blacksoutalot]

Sevilthir Silverthorn approaches the gates of Doron Amar. In his hand he clasps a parchment with three signatures. But upon presenting the scroll to the watchmen, he is met with grim response.

One of your signaturs has been banished. His name shall not be counted.

Sev turns and treads off into the verdant shadows, wondering what Cela might have done to earn this banishment.

[blue_penguin]

An elf in green stood before the statue of Angharradh for many hours in silent meditation and prayer.

[BlueHero45]

*Rhys was very determined during the clean up and very exhausted after it. Showing a level of physical activity normally not made by the elf. When asked why he responded *

"I was there in the original raid, i feel reasonable for this."

He could be seen expending his magic to the most potential in the clean up. Disintegrating piles of rubble, using spells to keep his strength and endurance and even taking the shape of a giant to make the most of the clean up.

[Valkyrie]

Sehlanna steps from the mists with a heavy heart, but a bittersweet smile. In her arms rest the remains of those long dead in arms. But they had saved those children. Human remains are trusted to Allison when she approaches the party, the rest are Tel'Quessir. Despite all the monsters, they had won.

With a solemn Sending to Doron Amar, she asks where these partial remains may finally be put to rest. And, whomever could officiate. Songs could be sung to each in turn.

Looking to hollow eyes of each, she stores them in honey leather with respectful care,
"You were never forgotten. It may take years, or centuries - but we do not forget our own."

Heartfelt words of the now departed Elven father still echo in her ears. He gave everything to protect those children. In a distant realm, on an unknown world, he too met his end. Not even his soul was spared.

Then her brows tense a moment, she looks up to the fading evening sky, wearily asking to the sky, expression slack,
"The father. What was his name?" Looking out to Rilae, to Celasorsan, everyone. What smiles were left just melt away. She closed her eyes and rested back her head on a tree. Only a silence carries on the wind.

Noone had even asked.

((Special Thanks: DM Venger, for the quest.))

[Seronic]

A golden cloaked and hooded human makes his way to the bridge outside of Doron Amar. He semes to pause, gazing off towards the waterfall as though losing himself, if but briefly, in memory. He approaches one of the Elven Archers at the bridge and hands the Elf a letter addressed for Eowiel.

[Valkyrie]

A hooded Archer lass with green cloak and a black sash lends him a graceful nod, tucking the letter in a pouch for delivery.

[Valkyrie]

Green cloaked Elfmaiden stumbles from her couch at the Evrae's Jest. She flips her hood back with left hand while sparkling motes fizzle away in her gesturing right. Baggy eyes turn longingly up the stares while she stumbles up, looking a touch paler.

(Elven) "So much to do..."