Doron Amar Role-Play

[sweetlikesplenda]

The remaining of the twenty-five Radiant Heart soldiers stationed in Doron Amar for the past weeks began their precision out of the Village. Stationed to fire the large lances meant to take a dragon out of flight, they were successful in killing one of the Green Dragons in the battle for Doron Amar. The battlement where the ballista were stationed held the rear of the Village, and when it was hit, the soldiers were among the first to take the brunt. Seven fell in the battle. Their fate confused in these chaotic times.

Placing the fallen upon wagons, their swords placed upon their chests with hands crossed over it, the Grand Knight lead the soldiers out at a slow march. The Knight at the lead would show obvious signs of dismay. A feeling of guilt perhaps that he could not guarantee the lives of all of his soldiers in the battle.

The company continues out of the forest and into the Greenfields near Greenest. A stop is conducted at Radiant Crossing, where new horses are procured and a rest is held. The following day they are seen once more upon their honoured funeral march, taking roads towards the city. Upon their arrival, the remaining soldiers and the wagons bearing the fallen reach the gates of the Keep. There they enter solemnly, the gates closing behind.

[Moonsong]

An open letter to all spellcaster would be sent for every spellcaster to see. Even the often forgotten bards may feel adressed. It bears seals of the Azure Arcanists and Candlekeep. There are flyers added that give informations and copies of a certain public folder from Candlekeep.

(( Background Music for Atmosphere ))

Hear me, all you fellow spellcasters.

we all are facing troubled times. We had losses so severe, some may not imagine. We may be restricted and limited, and no mortal being can free us from those „shackles“. There is still places, where you are not resent and the Everwatch Knights are negotiating with Amn to find ways, to accept us. It may take time and patience. But hope dies last.

The Azure Arcanists stil are recruiting and always will. We will be honest and open with you. If you carry no dark thoughts, come to the Temple of Mystra, where we are allowed to be located. Are spellcasters being prevented from casting spells? That point is moot, as the City has become a zone of dead magic and our spells won't work anyway. Just like it happend to the Fields of the Dead after Jergal's intervention and the Boareskyr brigde after Bhaal's death.
Bring no harm and no harm will come to you. If you can bear with the laws, that other places surely have to keep up with, just like us, we are the Alternative for you.

We're also happy to have associates in Candlekeep, where you can also stay for a Tenday of Research. Members, wether avowed or unavowed can stay permanently. So it may be likely, you'll find us there as well occassionally. Knowledge about the recent events is shared freely here.

Also the Bladestone Foundation offers shelter for spellcasters at Warrior's Rest. They even go on patrols to protect or respectively save those who are in distress. The magekillers may still haunt our thoughts, but we're not at all alone.

The chains of Wild Magic and Dead magic aren't fixed by any mortals so easily. But together we're working to gather knowledge, so that everyone may be able do cast spells without those risks. Fleeing from the restrictions and what happens, will not change anything. So we work to understand what is happening and find a way to change it, for everyone and for the better. Yes, together we can at least try to win back our freedom. We stand, in our way instead of running. Mystra may be gone, but we are still here. It doesn't stop us from living according to her teachings and what we believe in. We have stopped thinking „What can't i do?“. We started thinking: „What can i do?“

Now more than ever, it is important to respect the weave, treat it not like a tool. Yes, if you need a tool, you can't buy in the Wide, you just go to another City and buy it there. But the weave is not to be treated like a tool, in order shape the world to your will. Love magic for what it is, and what do you do with something you love? You don't abandon it, you try to save it!

You are welcome to join us, in rising and working for our rights. What has limits now, doesn't mean it will stay like this forever. If you want to make a difference in the world, you will find like minded people with us. If you want to make a change, join the project „Make the Swordcoast great again“. We will love to help you learn and grow and exchange knowledge with you. Power is not only power. Power is real freedom and creativitiy.

Some may think, we sit and and wait. But we don't. We act in our way, for everyone, for you and a better tomorrow for all of us.

~Tiawyn Aleaneldeth,
Respresentive of the Azure Arcanists
Seeker of Candlekeep

((OOC: The text in the links can be taken as in game information, According to the letter and copies, you can of course read them ICly. ))

[Ghost]

One at a time, the three youngest of the dead green dragons in Doron Amar are levitated and flown away, by the bronze dragon Sunathearcanisshesjing. If asked, she will say she is bringing them to a dragon graveyard. The last one - the big fiendish one with a gaping hole in its chest - she leaves for the Councilors of Doron Amar to deal with as they please.

[gjallahorn]

As the sun begins to turn red over the forrest, a half-elven woman nears the gates, her green cloak thick with the dust of the road and wilderness.

She enters, a disstressed look on her face, and heads for the Inn where she rents a room and a orders a glass of wine.

After a long conversation with Feleron and Faelyn, she checks in for the night, her stance somewhat lighter and her demeanor vissible more uplifted.

Come morning, she joins in with the grizly work of clearing out orc corpses, seeming to find some measure of serenety in the hard labor despite the gorey nature of the task.

Whenever able, she would spend time speaking with those elves learned in the ways of faith, seeming to seek some guidance on matters laying a heavy weight on her heart.

At times she can be heard mumbling the words of a seer she acording to her own words, meet in the Baldurs Gate market, before comming to the elven village.
" Come the end of the month, seek out a home away from home. Stay there for a month in prayer and contemplation, and Mystras grace might guide your path once more"

[Hoihe]

Lafali'Atria would visit Doron Amar a few times after the battle, helping here and there with cleaning - each time, she'd make an effort to avoid councillors barring Faelyn, whom she'd try and approach if he is not otherwise engaged.

((PM sent to Faelyn))

[mastajabba]

The half-human expert Ranger of the Radiant Heart would swing by in his patrol from the strategic bridge crossing near the entrance to the Woods of Sharp Teeth. The Everaskan Rangers waving the Radiant Warden forth beating his friend of Elf feather in his bycrocket Cap.

“Tally-Ho!” He’d shout as he crossed the bridge before meeting with some of the Rangers updating them on what the Radiant Scouts had found over the last patrol. sharing intelligence and talking about possible joint patrols to enhance their unit cohesion with the elven rangers.

As he’d depart cracking a few jokes leaving some of his made Mead with the Rangers.

[Flights of Fantasy]

Above the canopy surrounding Doron Amar, a single blast of magic could be seen shooting up into the sky from the ground below after the booming voice makes its announcement across the realms. It trails off into nothingness as the spell reaches its limit. There would be a long pause before another blast ascends to the heavens, then another, then another, and yet another as if a brief display of fireworks had been set off.

As the spells light the sky, a sweet ringing of laughter could be heard as an elven figure begins to dance, popping in and out of existence about the settlement. As she leaps and sways to music only she can hear, the hood she kept tight on her brow falls back. The mane of chestnut brown hair she once had is revealed to be missing with only peach fuzz covering her crown, but the merriment on her face makes it clear that she feels no shame for it now.

Her figure can be seen dancing over the green grass, skipping across rocks in the river, and spinning graceful pirouhettes on the top of the hill. She sings praises to the Seldarine in the elven tongue to mighty Corellon Larethian, fair Angharradh, swift Aerdrie Faenya, wild Rillifane Rallathil, and all the rest with ever Lady Hanali Celanil receiving the most praise as she proclaims the beauty of the land, forest, and sky!

Her dance continues for hours on end and would lead her fellow elves to dance with her should they choose to join. She would cry for celebration, merriment, drinking, and dancing for the dragon was dead and the Seldarine have returned to Arvandor and their reign would be glorious and eternal!

[Hoihe]

After successfully tracking down Faelyn for the briefest of chats, the coat-clad moon elf excused herself to a lonely tent propped up beyond the nets and fortifications. From within she returned wearing a practical-looking white robe reaching until her knees with a golden sash and accents over her clothes, hawk feathers woven into her snow-white braids.

Despite an outfit some might perhaps consider theatrical, she continued to maintain effort to remain out of sight and bother as she went about offering some assistance with any mundane tasks that would hinder Sayiel from duties she is far better suited to accomplish than the short woman. Such tasks would include, after her earlier consultation with the bard indicating there was still need for such: applying herbal remedies, ointments; replacing dressings and otherwise offering mundane healing.

The white-clad elf's assistance naturally does not compare to the expertise of those she seeks to assist, but none the less it would appear she definitely underwent at least half a year's focused, professional training - likely in the span of her departing the coast and recent return. Humming would accompany her work, hitting magical notes that might compensate for her relative inexperience.

After dedicating half of the 25th, and nearly the entirety of the 26th - she'd depart the village in her familiar vest and coat again, but would promise to return in the quiet hours of night to resume assistance. Furthermore, during her labours - a fellow moon elf, wearing heavy armour with a blue cloak and hair would visit from beyond. She'd bring with her bags of supplies, whether to eat and share, or ointments from various sources.

[Flights of Fantasy]

Aska later spends time chatting with the other elves in Erevan's Jest. Absolutely beaming, she talks about how the day should become a new holiday and be called The Day of Ascension. She voices how she would like to host a celebration once the devil dragon's corpse and repairs had been taken care of.

[Oarthias]

Vanira reaches up and wipes her brow after she places one of the last orc bodies into the burning pile that morning. The elf had been silent in her task of aiding in the cleaning up of the village, thoughtful and thankful that things had gone as well as they had. The loss of life of those that had defended the village weighed on her, the unknown of what might come of their souls in a time the gods were silent. When asked what she thought happened to their souls, she only spoke what she hoped to be the case, she kept her concerns and worries to herself. Looking around at the others who had also aided with the tasks that needed to be done, the elf felt encouraged. There were both familiar faces and newer faces, that had only recently joined the village, all working together to move forward past the dark cloud and the dangers that had hung over them since the gods went silent. Feleron had said something along the lines of... the gods would be proud of them, of what they had accomplished in this silence... and she believed these words to be true. How easy it is to walk when things are bright and right, these dark and troubling times when there was so much unknown... it is these times in which you show who you truly are.


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Later in the day she spoke with others on different topics and on tasks yet to be done. She went to ready the notices about an upcoming village meeting and spoke to Aska offering her aid in planning upcoming festivities. Plans were made for the two to meet in the morning to plant the seeds that had been gifted by Nigel and Sane after the battle, then they would speak more in length of the details of the festival.

In her heart she hoped there would be music... music, brought dancing and laughter after all... something her soul desperately needed.

[InsomnesCanis]

It took some days of coming back and forth from the village. And at last, Lylan'Synor is about to cut the last rope from the nets strewn between the trees as preparations for the battle.
The time for war has finally been replaced by security at least if not yet peace.

The bellows from that hard-pressed, pitched battle still echoed in her ears- a cacophony of metal on metal, metal on flesh, explosions, and screams. It has been a long time since she was so enraged as to break through the lines- charging ahead like a crashing storm of deadly, ruthless grace. But the bodies lying on the ground- of Elf, and Dwarf, and Man. The team she's trained for the Ballista came crashing.
she saw red until Gvaen's voice broke through the bloody mask of rage. A slew of Hydras and Orcs lying dead in her trail.

Swiping her sawblade one last time over the last threads keeping the last rope together. Watching it fall down between two river banks.
On one end, where Aska and herself spent last night, a serene conversation in the peace of the waters. On the other...

She was running, dashing to the northern gate to help with their flanks being breached. Just there, from the air one of the dragons descended right in front of her, impaired by the net it flew through. She kept it busy, after her, and aggravated. She held it off with various tricks and acrobatic maneuvers until the brave knights came with the Lance she designed and fell the dragon.
There were four... Or three... Dragons that her machinations brought down... She couldn't quite remember.
Everska decorated her for these deeds, along with Natariel, and Faelyn. Her comrades congratulated her, even herself raising her fist and shouting "Victory!" in an adrenaline-fueled rush when the Ancient Dragon, the leader, fell down to its death. Throughout it all, a heart shattered to pieces by the sacrifice of the fallen screaming at her-
"IS IT OVER!?
ARE THE PEOPLE SAFE!?"

Looking around her with a sigh, the bodies cleared, and renovations are underway. The blonde elf climbs down the tree to help the other workers gather the fallen net and drag it across the river.
Happy to rid the village of symbols of war that were needed she put up. To be replaced the decorations of Aska's planned festivities, as symbols of peace and renewal. And the beauty they were all fighting for. Grateful for the efforts of her sister in faith, against a heart that still screams at the sights of her fallen kin and allies.
There at that moment, to the sounds of children and the bubbling of the stream; Reaching up to feel the golden heart at her necklace, and looking at the twin swords tattooed on her wrist- the Gold Elf was washed with a sense of epiphany, understanding the path her soul walks- between Hanali Celanil and Tethryn Veralde. And once again after so many moons, watched over by Corellon Larethian and the Seldarine.

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In the next tenday, the trees around the village will be replaced with birdhouses instead of nets.
Warm and cozy to nest in through the winter, for the birds that were disturbed by the nets throughout the war. Complimented with feeding platforms and hung water perches.

[JustAnotherGuy]

After being approached by several elves affiliated with Doron Amar who asked for the Green Enclave's assistance, the Guardian of the Cloakwoods enters into the Glimmerwood with the High Ranger of the Green Enclave. Walking through the forest, the two stop to commune with nature. They assess the damage done to the forest by the fighting with the orcs and dragons.

Once they have the information they need, they head out of the forest and back to the Green Enclave to report what they found, and make preparations for a healing and regrowth ritual.

[Hoihe]

As magic had returned properly, and more importantly: in a stable enough manner - likely removing need for what assistance the short elf can provide now that a tenday had passed - Lafali'Atria would none the less continue her habit since returning the coast from Evermeet of trying to provide miscellaneous assistance around the village while keeping her head down.

Once, during a break she took where she'd stand by the waterfall in the Gazebo, Lylan's approach startled the woman. The two conversed for a brief spell - without malice - and split to different parts of the village again, leaving Atria alone under the gazebo.

[renshouj]

That afternoon, at Doron Amar, a small amount of Chaos is wreaked as strange sights of fey happen around the village.

[Flights of Fantasy]

About half a tenday after the village meeting, activity starts to pick up around the elven village. Small wagons that pass along unseen through hidden forest trails begin to arrive at the village gate escorted by various Tel'Quessir. It is another stage of the Retreat as more Evereskan settlers arrive, but this time they come bearing additional supplies. The wagons are allowed to pass after an inspection by the rangers and lead up into the village. Their cargo is unloaded revealing tarps, canvases, tent poles, decorations, and wines as well as other bounties of vine and vale. Excitement spreads throughout the village as the 18th of Uktar ((November)) was selected as the day of the festival with the event starting at two hours into the evening ((10 pm UTC)). Rumors spread that it will not just be a celebration for the elves, but for all those that came to the aid of Doron Amar when the dragon and orcs attacked. Invitations were also rumored to have been sent out to certain parties that played a particular important role in the battle.