While on their way to explore the wilderness surrounding Baldur's Gate, the attention of the elven twins was caught by a series of floating magical lights of emerald glow, sparkling between the treeline near the Chiontar. A quick investigation led them to the Silver Dawn Camp, and two elven mages that were already resting by the site. The new arrivals were welcomed and took place by the fire, chatting for a while with the other pair in the tongue of their ancestors. As they later discovered, the two mages were also recent arrivals to the Coast, though their reasons differed greatly.
After a long and pleasant conversation, the four elves eventually were drawn away by their other respective duties: the first to leave being one of the mages, then the other, and finally the twins, and the camp was left quiet once more.
Crossroads - Of Visitors and Prayers to Angharradh and the Spirits
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Again this region had shown their colors. Not enough already is to do, yet once more the unpredictable came and knocked at the camps doors. Somehow connected to Councilor Naer’eanque or … traced back to her or Doron Amar.
A few days earlier.
Only heartbeats before the Ritual to Greengrass was finished, as Tramahsthas spoke the closing phrase of the ritual, Lady Suna appeared near the ritual grounds. Apparently lured by the magic or vibes of the ritual. Perhaps it was curiosity, who can fathom the mind of a dragon like her.
She stood for a moment, but this moment passed like the fleeting wingbeat of cranes in late autmn.
Naer’eanque had spoken to her about the ritual. Tramahsthas was busy with setting down the ritual and the regalia as well as the campsite. Pinto, the stoic painted pony, was not easy to calm as the gigantic silhouette of the dragon became visible. Lady Suna shifted back from her humanoid form into her scaled glamour, before she took flight. Leaving a group of people in wonder and a handful of animals on edge. While Tramahsthas calmed Pinto, the elf wondered, what the spirits in the camps vicinity might have done.
Visitors came and went, but some seem to remain. Another visit of scaled Faithfull of the undying queen, while Vaelthar became more than just a visitor. New faces became known faces. Known faces greeted travellers. Ebb and flow and ever running the stream of the Chiontar.
Back to the past days before the present…
A new figure found the camp and tapped in the stream of events. Introduced as Fyl, the currently newest camping companion, who knew how long sh… he would stay. That question grew even bigger as a darkness arose north from the camp, between stone structure and the tent of Fyl.
A death knight had followed Councillor Naer’eanque this time… and it appeared that something lingered in the darkness behind it, as the death knight approached. Undead within the camp. The worst possible thought and against anything that the cycle of life is.
The councillor and the undead talked and soon it was gone, hostility remained. Even if with “good” reasons, the death knight came to her, the being itself was more than just an omen of peril.
Bullying the safety of this place.
Tramahshtas seeked the silvery tree. Hoping a chant to commune with the Caretaker would reach the grand spirit. Following at the source of the sirine nearby. And as he was done praying, chanting and meditating at these two places, he followed a trail north, away from the stone structure to find solemness in communing with nature and his goddess, a prayer in triune rite*
Tramahsthas Auvrea'elrvis [trɑː.mɑs.t̪ɑs aʊ.vreə.ɛl.rvɪs] Herald of Angharradh
~~Not in imitation, but in echo. Not in shadow, but in shimmer.~~
~~Words wound deeper than any weapon known to this world.~~
The twins were sighted at length making a visit to the Silver Dawn Camp, in the middle of the night. True to the location's name, they'd linger there, chatting with other visitors until the early morning.
Initially, they would chat with Tramahshtas and a visiting gnome, who had sought the shaman's advice on a certain matter. The initial discussion largely revolved around the recent disappearances of settlers at the hands of the dark elves, before shifting to less recent catastrophes that had plagued the Sword Coast, and people of note who allegedly took part in them.
As the time went by, the group moved to lighter topics, which eventually led to a series of guessing games, revolving around age and linguistics.
With the coming of the dawn, the shaman, and later, the gnome, had to leave, while two new visitors from the city, both retainers of House Darius, arrived. The games continued, interlaced with chats about the secrets that lay beneath the Baldurian sewers, and the nature of certain undead.
Eventually, the time came for the twins to retreat as well, and they left the camp, heading back to the city, and their room at the Three Old Kegs.
