En Dharasha Everae RP thread

[Canto]

Elanaele walked into her room carrying the large book she received from the Kor Vain. That meeting had gone much better than she expected. He agreed to teach her the art she sought and sent her away with the old and heavy book. She recalls his words to her as she sets her bow in its usual spot on the wall: "You are no longer Elanaele the Ranger, you are Elanaele the Apprentice." She holds on to piece of wood and string that had been her constant companion for so many years hesitating. Then instead she opens a small cabinet and pulls out a soft deerskin. She releases the tension, wipes the bow carefully then wraps it carefully with0 the skin. She places the bow in a corner behind the cabinet fighting back tears as she does. She turns to the book and thinks to herself: You must be my weapon now. She sits down and immediately begins to study.

Page after page of dry prose laying out the organization of incantations and the progression through the various schools. She could see the commonalities of the minor incantations not just in the difficulties of the incantations themselves but by the potentially disastrous consequences if they were said incorrectly. The book described the properties of organic and inorganic materials classed by genus and power. The came the discussion of spells and she became deeply engross studying all through the day, the night, next day and night and the following day coming out only for the occasional break for food.

Two snowballs crash into her window but she doesn't even notice as she continues with her studies. "No, no these won't do what I need at all.", she mutters to herself and sighs finally sitting back and rubbing her eyes. "This is going to take forever.", she mutters again to herself. She flips a large stack of pages and another, now looking about two thirds the way through the book and begins reading again furrowing her brow as she attempts to understand the archaic language of the more advanced spells.

Late in the night a smile forms on her face. "This will work beautifully..."

Later the next afternoon she wanders out of the village into the forest carrying no weapon, wearing a set of mildly enchanted white robes and singing to herself happily. By the time she returns there are two orc statues standing on the fallen-tree bridge not far from the grove entrance. They remain there until someone finally pushes them into the ravine below.

[DM Golem]

It is clear that the snowball fight wins over all but the most hesitant of the elven children who witness it; the innocence of youth allowing them to embrace the fun intended.

Other villagers though, are more mixed. Many watch with hesitant suspicion; although for some this suspicion gives way to bemusement as they see their children's laughter.

The wild elves in are drawn to watch, smiles on their faces.

There are those of the wood elves, though, who are clearly angered by the display of magic. Particularly those said to be at one with the forest, hunters and rangers.

[Invoker]

There are those of the wood elves, though, who are clearly angered by the display of magic. Particularly those said to be at one with the forest, hunters and rangers.

The black robed wizard smiles mirthlessly as he looks back towards them, a sardonic behavior his reply to their outbursts. After muttering something in a long-dead language that few very learned scholars might recognize as Loross, he leaves the village premises silently, a disgusted expression visible on his usually blank face as he adjusts his mask's position and pulls his hood further overhead, hiding entirely in its depths.

[TheKai]

Lately, Kaienrai takes himself away from the merriment and commits himself to the Temple of Rillifane. There, he assists the clerics and Druids in all matters of herb collecting and mixing, creating bandaging kits, and keeping the temple tidy. He prepares meals for the rangers in patrol and runs minor errands around the village as well. Throughout the days, he learns about Rillifane the Leaf Lord and the rest of the Seldarine, though mostly about Rillifane.

[Velaris]

It is clear that the snowball fight wins over all but the most hesitant of the elven children who witness it; the innocence of youth allowing them to embrace the fun intended.

Other villagers though, are more mixed. Many watch with hesitant suspicion; although for some this suspicion gives way to bemusement as they see their children's laughter.

The wild elves in are drawn to watch, smiles on their faces.

There are those of the wood elves, though, who are clearly angered by the display of magic. Particularly those said to be at one with the forest, hunters and rangers.

Noting the rising feelings of some of the villagers, the elf stands at his desk and pushes thoughts of work and research from his mind.
Throwing on a soft robe of cloth, he walks slowly from his cottage, directly into a flurry of snowballs. Mildly smiling, he raises a brow and concentrates, and the snowballs are redirected into a small maelstrom building directly over his head.

Smiling again, the elder frostmage softly whispers a few words and the cloud begins chasing down the children of the village, launching a torrent of soft fluffy missiles. As he walks barefoot through the snow, he laughs softly to himself.

*Ah, to be young again, he muses*

[Solaris]

Ithilwen smiles a rare full smile as she sees how most of the villagers seem engaged in the early winter wonderland. Her eye catches the growing tree however and she sizes it up. The smile slowly vanishes and she moves back to her chambers for new calculations.

[Canto]

A Glimpse into the Abyss

Elanaele admires her new work. A particularly large werewolf had given her chase and she was surprised at just how fast he could run. She ran back to the heavily used track she had been following, turned, raised her hands and recited the short incantation as it clawed uselessly at her protected form. The spell took hold as the beast had stood erect and reached up for what could have been a killing blow. Now it was a statue.

"Now that is a *much* better place for you.", she says to it. "Who would ever see you at the bottom of that ravine?"

It is one of dozens she had now made. And Kirias, the young elven cleric who could turn werewolves and undead alike, had been invaluable in this project. These beasts will harm no other and the disease they carry will not spread to other creatures of the forest who might feed on their corpses. Even more importantly, they will serve as a warning to the others of their kind. They must know that they people here are not prey hiding behind walls. We will fight back, viscously.

She makes a short incantation and a stream of air and grit blast forth from her hand. She reaches up, creates a smooth spot on the creatures chest and focusing the stream with her finger writes: 'There are worse things than death. Flee while you may.' Satisfied with her work she turns and scans the landscape. There is a rise just off the trail that will give her a good view of the surrounding land. She makes her way up the slope.

As she climbs however she hears a growl from a few feet away and something leaps from the corner of her eye. In her anger and hatred she fires off a spell almost without thinking and a large blast of wind and sand burst from her hand ripping through the flesh of the second werewolf that had stalked her unawares. Recovering she then recites the spell turning it to stone as it recoiled in agony.

She stood a moment in shock staring at what she had done. The creature stood frozen in pure agony with half of her flesh ripped from her exposed bones. If she wanted to send a message this was clearly it.

Shaken, she pulls herself free of her shock and steps back. "Enough hunting for today.", she mutters. She raises her hands and disappears in a flash of white light.

[TheKai]

"Come now children,
Gather near,
Let me tell you a tale,
Of the Dharashans here.

We protect and defend,
We provide and support,
But your Dharashans,
Also adventure for sport.

To the east we traveled,
Four in the group,
The Ranger, a Bard and two WIZARDS,
We formed quite the troop!

To a place of nightmares,
Passed a town riddled with death,
Near the edge of heinousness,
To a forest of dangerous breath.

The woods were different than our own,
And in the worst sort of way,
The Leaflord save that forest,
Where DRAGONS lay!

A forest filled with beasts of legend,
That many do not live to tell,
Is where your four Dharashans roamed,
The four legged doom, we intended to quell.

The forest seemed haunted,
Dread hung thick in the air,
All elves remained alert,
Falter we did not dare.

Battle after battle,
With dragons of red, green and black,
With song, blade and spell,
We guarded each other's back.

Claw versus blade,
Breath versus magic,
The elves they danced,
The dragons fell tragic.

A behemoth of rock and earth,
Whose walk made the earth tremble,
One from not our world,
The Dharashans staked a gamble.

With the Selu'Onal on the lead,
We wove spell and blade in bond,
Like the Art of old,
But now long gone.

The Archmage and First Mage,
They worked delicately within their Art pull,
Drawing from the Weave as needed,
But never disrespectful.

They called on Corellon's gift,
And used it well and clean,
No damage to the forest occured,
Not a burnt leaf or charred green.

You see children they respect the forest,
And they love the Weave,
They love the green,
And cherish it with ease.

With spells of might,
That layed low dragons and earth beast,
Not one bush or bramble was harmed,
And now we all stand here safely to feast."

-Spoken to the children of the Misty Forest village by the elf Kaienrai after a venture into the Forest of Wyrms.

[DM Golem]

The children of the wood elves gather, drawn by the sweet song. A handful parents seem reluctant, even forbidding their children from approaching: perhaps suspicious of a song about magi. Others, though, set aside any such doubts: either wooed by such a tale about battle against an ancestral foe; or by the artful delivery. When the song comes to an end, many smiling faces can be seen.

When the song is sung to the wild elves, it is recieved with wide eyed awe.

[TheKai]

Kaienrai smiles at the gathered, nodding and smiling warmly to each. He bows slightly then heads off to retire for the night, but not before taking note of the reluctant villagers. He spent the better part of an hour brainstorming ways to attract their attention before giving himself to Reverie.

[Invoker]

From the outskirts of the village, right in the shadow of the first trees as the Dharashan glade becomes forest, a humanoid figure in dark robes could be seen, arms crossed, gazing towards the gathering. The keen-eyed, ever-watchful rangers defending the village and anyone close enough to see would notice the Sun Elf's pale lips curved into a smile, a genuine one, so rare for him that it is a sight to behold, before his features disappeared once more in his black cowl and he turned towards the depths of the forest, a large black bat circling around him.

[SeedsOfDoubt]

*On her way back from the druids grove, as she passes through the farmland in Baldur's Gate, she notices the over abundance of chickens littering the roads. Thinking Soup would be nice with Roast Boar for the village she walks up to one of the farmers in her tiny elven form and asks if she can have some chickens and vegetables from his harvest. She offers first a trade of pelts, hides and leathers then thinks a moment.* Oh and Nai haves coins! * Unable to count she pulls out handfuls of the gold she has littered about in her pack and starts handing them to the farmer, looks to be at least 2,000 without a blink of an eye.

Smiling and proud of herself for making a trade and thinning the chicken coup a bit, she then takes whatever vegetables he gives her and puts them in her pack, ties the chickens by the feet around her waist and heads over to the nearest large tree to tree stride to the village.

Once there she looks around for a big enough pot for the soup. Remembering she saw one amongst the mages supplies being stocked up for the Arcane Study, she heads over and has a look at the huge cauldron. She studies it a moment to make sure it's unused checking it for poisons or magic of any kind. Satisfied it is new and unused she proceeds to take it, no borrow it for her soup. Realizing it's too big and heavy for her to carry in her elven form, she shifts into a Treant form, lifting and carrying it to the fire. On the way she gets caught by Mendel and her Treant eyes widen, stopping dead in her tracks. "Nai, Kael needs that!" Then he would laugh and say* "Oh well... " and help Nai position it on the fire. She shifts back to her elven form giggling with that wild look in her eyes to Mendel.

Dancing around to Kai's Song, she unties the chickens from her waist and begins to prepare them for the soup, wasting none of it. The meat for the soup, the feathers used for soft feather beds, the raw bones and other parts she passes out to Nim and the other carnivorous animals or pets in the village. She then moves on to preparing the vegetables and checks on the Roasting Boar adding herbs, spices and sea salt as it cooks.

Looking over at Mendel as she tends to the fires and feast. "Where be's Kael? Tell him gets in here or Nai is going makes him wear pants!" Said with a wild grin. *

[Invoker]

Despite the unforgivable misuse of his prized BELOVED large darksteel alchemical cauldron (brand new...) and despite the gathering of his brethren, the haunting beauty of Kai's music, the fresh soup of Nai (in HIS cauldron...) and the lethal threat issued by the feral druid of changing his awesome robe into something inevitably far less fashionable, the only sign of the Archmage is his large, pitch black bat hunting at the edge of the circle of light spread by the burning flames in the firepit...

[Caleb]

Deacon sat down to tell the children of the forest a short story

"Be generous about thy gifts, and in return thou shallt receive great treasures! One day, Deacon sat down by a small brook. Once seated, he reached for a small pouch and produced a handfull of his favourite reed's seeds. Deacon waved his tiny hands about and allowed the seeds to dance through the air, before they settled on the brook's muddy bank. As the sun's first rays hit the brook, a woman's voice came to Deacon. "Limitless are the boons you have placed upon the forest, Deacon. In return, endless shall be the gift I bestow upon you."

Then suddenly, the new reeds rose up and from out of the brook came a thin and gnarled staff, topped off with a shiny blue gemstone. Shiny as a sapphire. Shiny as Elven eyes. It washed up against the muddy bank. And from this staff Deacon could cast endless numbers of dancing magical missiles."

Deacon finished off his story by casting numerous magical missiles up at the sky. There might be some truth to his short tale...

[Albatross]

With weary steps and bloodied weapons and armor after their long journey north, three elven figures, Thaedras, Nemtynal and Takash, step into the glade leading into the village En Dharasha Everae. After spending a moment to marvel at the eerie beauty of the place and the majesty of its most remarkable feature, the ancient tree in the middle towering above all others, Thaedras, by far the most heavily-armored and battle-ready of the trio, sends his gray wolf companion, Ardan, up the slope with a simple message to the wood elves. "Bring elves here. We want in." While they wait, the three elves take the time to sit and calmly chat by the beautiful patch of red flowers.

((This is the beginning of an IC request to enter the village and establish contact with the EDE elves.))

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