En Dharasha Everae RP thread

[Tantive]

Elyssa Symbaern arrived in En Dharasha Everae, a familiar face to its people there. She greeted the elders and made talk with the elves there. The sun elf is making rounds asking if the village is in need of her service, especially for the coming winter. For the time, it appears, that the bladesinger will assist the rangers with their patrols until she knows what needs the village may have. She was graciously offered to rest in a house in a shared space.

[Moonsong]

Oh so serious?

While others took care of the important and serious things, someone was put to a forced break without a task for the people lately. A male Sunelf with golden blonde hair and a famle Moonelf with blue hait could have been oberheard talking about a challenge moons ago. A small conetst, that obviuosuly was still not forgotten. So the time for frolicing about joyful things has come, the challenge was accepted!

A while later, posters and flyers could be found by each elf and those non-elves with a friends token of Doron Amar. They invite them all to hold their breath for a moment and enjoy life. An event at Spring Equinox was to come, in order to lift the spirits.



((OOC Note: The location of Doron Amar was picked for RP reasons, otherwise this event may not have taken place at all. But there may be other events in the future in more public places. Promiseed!

Attention, Attention! I had to make little Time adjustments, given the USA had their daylight savinigs already. So for our US friends it will be an hour later. Thanks for the understandng.

This little event will happen on Sunday 19th March at 19.00 GMT/ 20.00 GMt+1/ 12 PM PST/ 2 PM CST/ 3 PM EST.. There will be two hours planned for the two with the contest. But people are of course invited to join in the entertainment after as well. ))

[Moonsong]

Oh so serious?

While others took care of the important and serious things, someone was put to a forced break without a task for the people lately. A male Sunelf with golden blonde hair and a famle Moonelf with blue hait could have been oberheard talking about a challenge moons ago. A small conetst, that obviuosuly was still not forgotten. So the time for frolicing about joyful things has come, the challenge was accepted!

A while later, posters and flyers could be found by each elf and those non-elves with a friends token of Doron Amar. They invite them all to hold their breath for a moment and enjoy life. An event at Spring Equinox was to come, in order to lift the spirits.



((OOC Note: The location of Doron Amar was picked for RP reasons, otherwise this event may not have taken place at all. But there may be other events in the future in more public places. Promiseed!

Attention, Attention! I had to make little Time adjustments, given the USA had their daylight savinigs already. So for our US friends it will be an hour later. Thanks for the understandng.

This little event will happen on Sunday 19th March at 19.00 GMT/ 20.00 GMt+1/ 12 PM PST/ 2 PM CST/ 3 PM EST.. There will be two hours planned for the two with the contest. But people are of course invited to join in the entertainment after as well. ))

Not much time was left till this little event would begin. One could see a certain elf arring and taking a room with a certain ammount of hours beforehand, to get prepared....

((OOC: It will start in around 36 hiurs from the time of this post. ))

[Tantive]

A group of elves, three of which were from Doron Amar of which one being a councillor, had passed through the village the same day the events rumouring about a fated paladin force encounter, and the appearance of Cyric at Boareskyr. The elves didn't seem to return that day to En Dharasha Everae however.

[Moonsong]

Tiawyn leaves a message for everyone to see how feels concerned by the Castus matter.

We arrived in Waterdeep by Teleport and soon went to the House of Wonders, to talk to the first Enchanter.

Sendings and Scryings did not reach (the Forgotten One). Jak went ahead to show us the sights. So we soon found the hpuse of Castus's brother Enoch. After a while he showed himself, being the Master of Transmutation he is. After some artistic work of conviction with Rose Wintertal and an offerd book from Mathilde, he finally answered a few questions.

He seemed very angry and convinced that his brother is past Redemption. It seems to be a given that Castus has to be killed. Enoch sent us off before he woild do something we all would have regreted.

Arrived in Water's Edge, to look for (the Forgotten One), we didn't find him. We found, the place was on fire. After defeating the Sharrans, the Unreavellers have taken over. We agreed i would go to the temple in Waterdeep and ask for reinforcements. But those were not needed. Finding themselves outnumbered, Rose and Mathilde returend as well and we telepoerted back to the coast.

Results:

(The Forgotten One) was not found and we can not even figure out, where he may be. Anything at this point would be mere speculation without any proof of facts.

What we learned is, the Spirit, the so called spark of the divine, seens to be from Sune. This spirit is simply drawn by very strong emotions. In Castus's case that would be his anger and hate of the magic that he wants to destroy.

If that spirit could be seperrated from Castus, that would take his Antimagic Field from him. Mystra and Shar both want him dead.

I will mostly make it my task to gather herbs and get non magical healing supplies made in case we are not able to cast spells when the time comes to face Castus. If anyone has need of me, please leave word and send for me, literally. UNtil hen i can be basically everywhere.

~Tiawyn

[Sundown]

Of children and favourite stories

There was probably already a rumour that a red-haired sun elf had settled in "En Dharasha Evarae". Although she had only been seen sporadically at first, she had now been in the settlement for at least a few days at a time.
She was dressed in a simple green and brown robe. Her matted reddish-brown hair, in which small twigs and leaves had become entangled, was perhaps the most striking feature.
She was sitting on the ground on the edge of one of the main squares in the early afternoon. In her hands were parchment stretched on a wooden board and a charcoal pencil.

She gently tried to attract the attention of the children and asked them about their favourite stories. Whether it was stories about brave hunters, mystical fairy creatures or brave children like her. Or whether the little ones liked completely different stories. It was as if she took the answers seriously and wanted to memorise them.

She made an offer to every child who was brave enough to give an answer to the person, who might still be a stranger. They were allowed to name an animal that they liked or, alternatively, a plant. And then she drew the named animal or plant from memory. At least, as long as it wasn't too exotic.
She drew accurate lines and tried to reproduce the animal or plant as precisely as possible. It was not the free art of a artisan, but the precision of a scholar. As she drew from memory, she may have missed out some of the deeper details, but they were still good or even very good pictures.

She let the children watch her draw and answered any questions they might have. About the motifs, but also about her drawing technique.

[Sundown]

Stories in Misty Forest



OOC: This small event about storytelling is set on 12th of October, the organized main gathering will slowly start at 6 p.m. GMT
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Stories in Misty Forest

The nights are getting rougher,
The days are losing their warmth

As in the old days, may the fire warm the body.
As in the old days, may stories illuminate the mind.

In „En Dharasha Everae“, a day of stories is to take place on
the 12th day of the current month.

Come and listen or contribute a story yourself.
Whether legend, fable, experience or just a story for amusement.

Even though the village will be full of stories,
there will be a larger gathering in or in front of the village tavern.
At the time, as the sun will be starting to sunk behind the trees.

Naer‘eanque

[Sundown]

Storytelling in Misty Forest - 11 Marphenoth 1360

The Day of Stories in “En Dharasha Everae” was concluded in the village tavern towards evening with a gathering. New residents came, as well as older villagers. There were also wandering elves and guests from Doron Amar. Perhaps the boundaries blurred just this evening.
Tramahsthas from Doron Amar and Naer'eanque from Dharasha hosted the evening. They were also the ones who had organized the gathering.
Both opened the evening not only with words of greeting, but also with their stories. After an initial nervousness, Naer'eanque began with a story “The White Stag”, which was about two villages.

Tramahsthas touched the hearts of those present with a story and poem about a lost love and the fleeting moment of feeling love in the heart for the first time. Even the hearts of the village elders, who were close to the transition to Arvandor, seemed moved.

Deleniel followed with a story from her past among the Fey and one of her sisters.
While Natariel told an instructive story about an elven architect and perfection down to the smallest aspect of a thing.

Then Tirion reported, after aspecial request of one of the village elders, from one of his adventures, which lead to an experience with an Avariel.
Finally, Shaher reported on her hard past, during which it became clear that her former tormentors should be punished into the sand without being sharpened.

Vind and Caelnae kept watch over the event throughout the evening. Since the door of the tavern opened a time or two, their sharp eyes had plenty to do.
Deleniel treated the visitors to mushroom stew and drinks.

After midnight had passed and the last story was told, the group dispersed. Hopefully with inspiration in their hearts and memories of a good time.

[mrm3ntalist]

Mendel’s return to En Dharasha Everae, the hidden elven refuge within the Misty Forest, was marked by a quiet sense of familiarity. The village’s silver-barked trees and lantern-lit walkways welcomed him like an embrace from a long-forgotten dream. Old friends greeted him warmly, their faces unchanged by time, voices carrying echoes of shared hunts, youthful laughter, and the bonds of kinship that even distance could not sever. Yet among the familiar were new faces, young elves who had grown into their strength and strangers who had taken refuge in the settlement. Meeting them was a reminder that the village lived on, always changing, yet rooted in the same ancient soil.



In the end, as he lingered among the people, Mendel felt the truth he had always known. Despite the passing years, the shifting seasons, and the countless journeys beyond the trees, the purpose of En Dharasha Everae had not wavered. Their destiny was not just to survive but to endure together, carrying the eternal hope of the elves: to find home. The “Destiny of the People” was more than words—it was the heart of their struggle, the quiet flame that lit their way forward. Mendel’s return was not just a reunion, but a reminder that his path, like that of his people, was always drawn toward that same, enduring purpose.



En Dharasha Everae