Doron Amar Role-Play

[Tsidkenu]

Priestess Aeili departed Doron Amar in the middle of the night, rangers by the gate report. She gave no intimation where she was going or how long she was going to be.

[Febriel]

After her bloody altercation with a dark elf and being taken back to the village by two rangers Celestia entered the inn quickly locating a room. She then proceed to drop the temperature of the room as much as possible. She then huddled into a corner pulling her knees up to her chest and entered her reveree. Perhaps the heat from the fireplace in the hallway helped generate a fog outside the room Celestia is in?

[Snarfy]

As the morning light starts to illuminate the gloom of the Sharpteeth, a rather macabre scene might be noticed by any elves travelling in the eastern edge of the woods: the bodies of a dozen and a half slain orcs, as well as that of a werewolf, strewn in a circle... forming a wide perimeter around the base of a certain tree.

The dead orcs appear to be in a similar state of decay, seemingly having all been slain in the dead of night: half of them laying face down with their throats slit, and the other half on their backs, dead by twin piercing wounds to the chest. Oddly enough, the bodies of the orcbloods don't seem to have been dragged or positioned at all into this crude and wide circle. Rather, it seems as if they were killed where they stood, or, judging from the tracks of the brutish humanoids, they were slain as they wandered within a certain proximity of this tree... one in particular that some of those in Doron Amar would easily recognize as the same tree where the body of the elven Bardess, Leonia, was discovered.

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[Febriel]

And so here I sit my Lord Labales Enoreth. In this place in the dead of night in front of you while surrounded by the other seldarine. I have never been any good at this. It is strange my history. I have ever been selfish and demanding and yet here I sit infront of you and the others with a pang in my heart and a disdainfulness for my self for daring to come here this dark night. My selfish side tells me to beg of you and the others...No even demand help. While this newly formed sense of guilt and self dislike say to speak as I do now in desperation. Yet who am I to request help and respite from the one driven out so long ago from the father's home in Arvandor? I this trifling arrogant witch covered in frost. Perhaps, it is my desire to be better that compelled me to openly decry the spiders mother when I killed it? Please forgive the crude explanation I now state. Any other time it would be just an annoying disgusting bug. But this time I felt anger when it approached me. Perhaps, that is a result of seeing the dark maiden and any other now forgotten time spent in your presence in Arvandor? I do not know. But what I am sure if is that the queen of spiders heard my slight against her and now seeks to rip my heart again from my chest. Her wretched acts even target an innocent child here. So here is what I ask of you dear Lord Labelas. Dearest Lord of time and fate grant me respite and protect this undeserving silver elf who now is on her knees from she who seeks only to bathe in our blood. And if I truly am undeserving then protect the little boy who she tried to murder. I than you. *The girl then slowly returns to her feet walking to the altar to the right of Labelas's banner*. Gold is a small and fleeting offering. I offer this as crude as it may look. *She uses an icy finger to draw his symbol and Corellons side by side followed by temporarily coating the altar in a thin layer of ice*. Please accept this small use of my talents. *She then sits down Infront of the altar and falls to reveree*

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A runner arrives at the Gates of Doron Amar, leaving a letter for the Council.

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[Tantive]

The 'statuesque' priestess of Hanali Celanil would find flesh again, and was attended to with a paste, ridding her of an affliction of spiders nested within the skin. These all found death by the poltice made. and the priestesses health was tended to. An argument on ethics and consequences of summonings bursted later forth in the Temple between wizard, servants to the Seldarine and councillors.

[Sputnik]

A dark rider was seen entering the elven village earlier today. He greeted the rangers with empty hands and a peace-bound sword. The dusky-clad warrior made it known that he had business with the Council then rode to Erevan's Jest. After tending to his horse, he made his way inside the tavern and waited...

After some time, he was met by the Councilors Alsarias and Elyssa. The mood was slightly tense at first as the man introduced himself as an Ebon Blade mercenary... a group steeped in controversy in certain circles. After learning why he was there, however, the elves seemed to warm some. Especially so with Elyssa, whose initial countenance was ice cold.

A short time later, Everett and the pair of Councilors are seen exiting the Jest. Elyssa took her leave, and the men made their way to the gates, speaking as they walked.
Mercenary and village leader parted amicably enough.

Unbidden thoughts race through the warrior's mind as he rides down the forest path, away from the quaint village.

Perhaps we have more in common with these elves than the lads realize..

[Hrafnar]

One day, shortly after dawn, a young Wood Elf approaches the bridge to Doron Amar. He is alone except for a winter wolf cub which trots happily at his heels. He pulls back his hood and places his longbow and sword on the ground. He then sits for several hours in plain view allowing the sentries plenty of time to observe him. Around noon he stands and calls out to them in Elven.

'Greetings, my name is Erlendir Ravensong, ranger from the High Forest and follower of the Keen-Eye. I would ask your permission to enter as a friend.'

He then returns to his spot to sit down and patiently await a reply.

[Tantive]

He would be welcomed, and a golden blond sun elf would arrive at the gate, garbed in a white dress with golden decorations and a finely decorated silver colored cloak. Approaching him past the bridge she politely inclined her head.

"Greetings, and welcome to Doron Amar. I am Elyssa Symbaern and a councillor to the village. Those that seek no harm and abide by the laws of our village are welcome." She motioned a hand past the gate. "Pray, come in cousin."

[Hrafnar]

Erlendir smiles at the councillor and bows his head respectfully.

"Well met, Lady Elyssa, you have my thanks and my promise to abide by your laws. Long have I traveled through Human lands and Doron Amar will be a welcome respite."

He follows her into the settlement and takes in his new surroundings. He spends several days there getting to know the inhabitants and learning what he can of current events and local lore.

[Tantive]

The few days Erlendir has spent within the village, he would learn a bit of local lore of the village, and a few customs relating to Doron Amar itself, the arrangements available for resting and the reverance to the Seldarine.

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[Hrafnar]

Erlendir would thank the Councillor for her hospitality. He would spend some time in solitary reflection at the temple then visit the blacksmith to refill his quivers, stopping briefly to admire the tower but otherwise showing little interest in it. He would enjoy a drink by the fire at Erevan's Jest but prefer to spend his nights encamped with the Evereskan rangers. He would admire their skill and prowess and share news of the isolated Wood Elf settlements in the High Forest and their constant struggle against the Orc and Gnoll tribes there. Before leaving he would request a moment of Elyssa's time. He would express a desire to return regularly and contribute to the community in whatever way he could. He would then wish her well in all of her endeavors.

[Tantive]

A late night visitor came to the village, speaking to his purpose of his order. The visit was brief, but with message of great import to Tel'quessir everywhere.

The abjurist shook his head. "You never heard what happened. Let me tell you." And from his lips came forth the tale, with the woes and foes of kin, that should move all of Corellon's blood into action.

[Tsidkenu]

A rather ordinary, brown robed figure arrived in Doron Amar today. Once she had removed her travelling hood it was more than clear that it was Aeili, and she gracefully made her way into the village with the intention of seeing whichever councillor she would meet first, and then Elyssa Symbaern besides.

[Hrafnar]

One late afternoon as the sun hangs low in the sky the ranger Erlendir returns to Doron Amar. His face is grim and heavy bags hang under his eyes - it appears he has not entered reverie in some time. He mentions to the rangers at the gate that he has returned from Thom's Village to the southwest and has dire news for Councillor Elyssa. He takes a brief respite to eat and drink and then sets off in search of her.