Wrong Turn.

[Israe]

Upon another long day concluding, the elf known as Isiolia Vanaer would lose yet another fight, except this time to kin in the village of En Dharasha Evrae. As Mendel allows her out of the gate, she breaks off into a run, immediately staring at the Pillar in the distance yet remembering her promise not to leave the forest without escort. She would break off into the Misty Forest, finding the natural path and sprinting along it, her Mithral Breast Plate seeming light as a feather as adrenaline as well as madness drives her on. Tears would stain her Emerald eyes, rolling freely down her cheeks as she would run through the forest, never feeling so free as she completely lets herself go with abandon, dropping her guard and allowing herself to be wreckless.
As she runs, she would think of the actions of her past. Memories cascade through the woman of her sister Deleniel and Amywien in the High Forest, as she would always defy her older sisters. Yet her rash decisions had forced them to move to Baldur's Gate. She would continue to run, the next memory coming to her of the trauma suffered at the hands of Radoseth, as the drow would of struck her down. The boots of the elf who saved her etched forever in her memories as her life was saved that day. Yet still the fights with the Shield Surge through her memories as well as the constant fighting and drug use. As the womans crying increases she comes across the stone bridge in the Misty Forest, moving across it with her head down, tears finally fully soaked into her. The last memory would be her fight with Nai, and thinking to herself why couldn't she just give in and apologize, even if she didn't mean it? She had let her pride get in the way yet again, and stubbornness. She would silently scold herself for her stupid decisions, deciding to never allow it to happen again.
Suddenly as she looks up, she would realize she walked right up on two Sharp-tooth orcs, and rips her scimitars out. The woman would charge to meet the two, both of her viciously curved scimitars dancing on their own, the ambidextrous woman wading with abandon into the battle with the orcs. She would notice quickly one is wielding a spear, and the other a great-axe, not being able to help but smirk at the orcs as she steps close to them. Her striking Emerald eyes looks deep into both of theirs, seeing only their mad red eyes glaring at her with hatred for the "Knife-Ear". Despite it all, she charges forward to meet them, the first orc raising his weapon above his head- which she quickly would deflect to the side with her left hand scimitar at the same time stepping to his left, to place him between her and the other orc. She lashes out with her right hand scimitar, striking with her strength into the orcs hide yet not going deep as the womans scimitar would be mundane. She would prepare to kill the orc, as a sharp pain pierces into her left leg, causing it to buckle under her.
As she turns her head, her black hair waving in the wind, she would realize her mistake too late as she let grief take over, she had ran right into a larger group of orcs than she thought. She would see three more behind her, armed with two crude spears and one with a club, she would start spinning on the ground using her good leg, repeatedly twirling and fending off all the attacks as the five orcs encircle her. She would give no ground, maintaining herself for as long as she could until finally fatigue would overwhelm the adrenaline. As the fatigue first hits her, she attempts to drop one hand to take a deep breath, her arms hurting from holding up the scimitars for so long. As she does, the orcs would come in as one, organized more so than most she is used to fighting, and in a desperate panick she sweeps her scimitars fending off 3 of the spears, yet the club would strike her in the side of her head, and the axe hits her armor forcing herself to the ground.
As the elf momentarily blacks out, she comes too with the orcs piled ontop of her, holding her down. She would feel the hand of an orc close on her hair, pushing her face into the ground. She would cease any resistance, sharp pains holding her legs as the overpowering creatures would pin her down. She would get flipped onto her back as each of her limbs is held down. The remaining orc would kneel ontop of her breast plate, staring down at her with hateful eyes as she stares it in the eye, tears still rolling from them. The orc would strike her multiple times in the face, blood flying from the woman from each blow the orc lands on her. Finally she would feel the creature clamp its hand down on her throat, denying her breath for periods of 30-45 seconds at a time, allowing her to breath for a short time in between. The beast would grab her by her hair yet again, ripping some of it out and causing her scalp to bleed as she screams, her scream bringing a smile to its face as it grabs her by the neck again, raising her head up. As it does, her eyes would go wide as it brings its face close, dangerous tusk coming close as she can't help but note its foul smelling breath as it opens its mouth wide. She would laugh, and say out loud "Sorry Elders.... I can't hold the oath." The woman would rip one hand free, quick enough to get to a pouch, and grab a handful of milky red leaves, shoving them into her mouth. The creatures would enrage from the action, as she laughs in defiance and denial of what is happening, the drug sending its numbing high through her body.
As the creature comes down, it would bite her by her head, yet she wouldn't feel it as it releases, she looks right at it again, still smiling from the drug. The orc would raise both hands, bringing them crashing down upon her head. Her vision would fade to black, as a sense of euphoria would wash over her body. She would easily slip into unconsciousness, as her pain would end.

[Israe]

All that is left at the scene is bloody, and her two scimitars. Any who knew her would know the scimitars.

[Israe]

Upon another long day concluding, the elf known as Isiolia Vanaer would lose yet another fight, except this time to kin in the village of En Dharasha Evrae. As Mendel allows her out of the gate, she breaks off into a run, immediately staring at the Pillar in the distance yet remembering her promise not to leave the forest without escort. She would break off into the Misty Forest, finding the natural path and sprinting along it, her Mithral Breast Plate seeming light as a feather as adrenaline as well as madness drives her on. Tears would stain her Emerald eyes, rolling freely down her cheeks as she would run through the forest, never feeling so free as she completely lets herself go with abandon, dropping her guard and allowing herself to be wreckless.

As she runs, she would think of the actions of her past. Memories cascade through the woman of her sister Deleniel and Amywien in the High Forest, as she would always defy her older sisters. Yet her rash decisions had forced them to move to Baldur's Gate. She would continue to run, the next memory coming to her of the trauma suffered at the hands of Radoseth, as the drow would of struck her down. The boots of the elf who saved her etched forever in her memories as her life was saved that day. Yet still the fights with the Shield Surge through her memories as well as the constant fighting and drug use. As the womans crying increases she comes across the stone bridge in the Misty Forest, moving across it with her head down, tears finally fully soaked into her. The last memory would be her fight with Nai, and thinking to herself why couldn't she just give in and apologize, even if she didn't mean it? She had let her pride get in the way yet again, and stubbornness. She would silently scold herself for her stupid decisions, deciding to never allow it to happen again.

Suddenly as she looks up, she would realize she walked right up on two Sharp-tooth orcs, and rips her scimitars out. The woman would charge to meet the two, both of her viciously curved scimitars dancing on their own, the ambidextrous woman wading with abandon into the battle with the orcs. She would notice quickly one is wielding a spear, and the other a great-axe, not being able to help but smirk at the orcs as she steps close to them. Her striking Emerald eyes looks deep into both of theirs, seeing only their mad red eyes glaring at her with hatred for the "Knife-Ear". Despite it all, she charges forward to meet them, the first orc raising his weapon above his head- which she quickly would deflect to the side with her left hand scimitar at the same time stepping to his left, to place him between her and the other orc. She lashes out with her right hand scimitar, striking with her strength into the orcs hide yet not going deep as the womans scimitar would be mundane. She would prepare to kill the orc, as a sharp pain pierces into her left leg, causing it to buckle under her.

As she turns her head, her black hair waving in the wind, she would realize her mistake too late as she let grief take over, she had ran right into a larger group of orcs than she thought. She would see three more behind her, armed with two crude spears and one with a club, she would start spinning on the ground using her good leg, repeatedly twirling and fending off all the attacks as the five orcs encircle her. She would give no ground, maintaining herself for as long as she could until finally fatigue would overwhelm the adrenaline. As the fatigue first hits her, she attempts to drop one hand to take a deep breath, her arms hurting from holding up the scimitars for so long. As she does, the orcs would come in as one, organized more so than most she is used to fighting, and in a desperate panick she sweeps her scimitars fending off 3 of the spears, yet the club would strike her in the side of her head, and the axe hits her armor forcing herself to the ground.

As the elf momentarily blacks out, she comes too with the orcs piled ontop of her, holding her down. She would feel the hand of an orc close on her hair, pushing her face into the ground. She would cease any resistance, sharp pains holding her legs as the overpowering creatures would pin her down. She would get flipped onto her back as each of her limbs is held down. The remaining orc would kneel ontop of her breast plate, staring down at her with hateful eyes as she stares it in the eye, tears still rolling from them. The orc would strike her multiple times in the face, blood flying from the woman from each blow the orc lands on her. Finally she would feel the creature clamp its hand down on her throat, denying her breath for periods of 30-45 seconds at a time, allowing her to breath for a short time in between. The beast would grab her by her hair yet again, ripping some of it out and causing her scalp to bleed as she screams, her scream bringing a smile to its face as it grabs her by the neck again, raising her head up. As it does, her eyes would go wide as it brings its face close, dangerous tusk coming close as she can't help but note its foul smelling breath as it opens its mouth wide. She would laugh, and say out loud "Sorry Elders.... I can't hold the oath." The woman would rip one hand free, quick enough to get to a pouch, and grab a handful of milky red leaves, shoving them into her mouth. The creatures would enrage from the action, as she laughs in defiance and denial of what is happening, the drug sending its numbing high through her body.

As the creature comes down, it would bite her by her head, yet she wouldn't feel it as it releases, she looks right at it again, still smiling from the drug. The orc would raise both hands, bringing them crashing down upon her head. Her vision would fade to black, as a sense of euphoria would wash over her body. She would easily slip into unconsciousness, as her pain would end.

[Maecius]

Following Isolia's ambush by an orc war band, the elf of En Dharasha Everae is deemed missing in action.

Not even the greatest elven tracker could track her over the hundreds of miles between where she was last seen and where she was finally attacked. And divinatory magics, if attempted, would give no indication of where she might be.

After several days, Isolia will likely be presumed missing or dead.

Is this the end of her story?

[TheKai]

Kaikinnion stood after his prayers were completed. His commune with Corellon seeming a bit...uncomfortable, a bit troubling. He looks around the Elven village with a small smile. Although the threat loomed over them, it did not take the spirit of the Tel'Quessir. Every member working in accord with each to get the job done. Blaming his uneasy feeling about his prayers on the tenseness of the situation prior too, in front of the Faernsuora of the Misty Village. He decided to take a walk deeper within the Misty Forest to clear his head. He had never been and wondered on the beauty of it.

His brief respite was cut short as he began his stroll when two large orcs, death in their eyes leaped around him from the ledge over head. It was all he could do to draw his blade and shield in time to defend himself. As they traded blows and blocks, it was obvious these two were more than he could take alone. In a last hope he called on the anger of these gods to shake the earth. Mounds rolled beneath their feet, uprising like the waves and cracking in the middle. He stood their perfectly in the center, protected by his God. The Orcs were knocked to their feet a shaken. Seeing his opportunity he called further on the power of Corellon, infusing his limbs with divine might and power, a fraction of the power of Sehandrian flowed into his own blade and he killed the two orcs.

Panting, covered in blood, he said a thanks to the First of the Seldarine as the power dwindled from him. Wiping his blade free of the gore he began his journey back to the Misty Forest, his respite over, when something caught his eye. On the body of one of the orcs was strapped two scimitars..clearly wrought from elven hands. Dangling from the hilts of each was one elf ear. Horrified he grasps the scimitars and studies them further. They looked so familiar but could not place it. An uneasy feeling settled in his gut. Could this be the cause of Corellon's unease? Was it an omen?

Tucking the scimitars under one arm, he runs back to the village to speak to the Faernsuora. And Mendel. Yes. They would know more.

[beneviolent]

Elethineth sat slumped on the bench inside the Caelcicarn. She closed the book held in
her lap. Crossing to the bookshelves she slid 'Laws of the Land, a foreigner's guide
to BG' back into place. Sighing she returned to sit in front of the brazier.

All the others had left but a haze of tension remained. The book's guidance was
worthless and besides, she thought, here we practice our ancient traditions. They were
simple really. "Loyalty, love, liberty." She wondered, had she represented these
ideals fully? Thinking back she knew the village had fulfilled its purpose. The
Destiny of the People had rallied to defend kin from threats and returned her to the
village.

Glancing at the floor she spied a leaf laying on the floor where her kin had stood.
The leaf was brown on the top and black on the bottom. A weir tree leaf she
remembered. Holding it before her she considered it. Perhaps some kin were like that
she tought. Apparent to one, but really half-hidden. Had she not seen this
possibility when she had decreed the will of the Faernsuora? Shaking her head slowly
she walked over to window where a moonbeam shone. She held the leaf in its' light. She rolled the leaf over
examing it's two sides a focus for her concentration until meditation washed over her.