En Dharasha Everae RP thread

[mrm3ntalist]

"oh Hoihe... " He mumbles to himself as he watches the cat bugging him. He picks up the cat with his left hand, a bit recklessly and walks through the portal. Once inside Misty Forrest, he lets the cat by Deacon's mushroom-house and pours some milk in a bowl.

"I guess now i have to get Hoihe his cat back" says to himself as he looks around incase anyone goes towards the South.

[Hoihe]

The cat groaned as he was picked up recklessly, but forgot all of Mendel's sins after being provided with valuable milk! He began to lap away at it happily.

[Caleb]

Deacon peeked his head out of his doorway, followed by the heads of a menagerie of animals. He then left the comforts of his home and brought with him a bottle cointaining - yes - more milk. Replenishing the hungry cat's bowl; Deacon took pity and stayed by the feline's side. Alongside the company of a bunny, badger and a wolf.

[Hoihe]

The spotted orange cat seems very satisfied. However, it's also slightly startled. It proceeds to cast a Greater Heroism on itself to stop its fear.

[Caleb]

Being accustomed to Deacon's magical antics, the menagerie of animals do not pay much attention to the cat's sudden casting. Deacon, however, seems to be watching the cat intently.

[mrm3ntalist]

As Mendel readies his equipment and cleans his weapons, he watches at Deacon and Hoihe's cat. For some reason he thinks about Deacon charging into the battlefield ridding Al and cant help but laugh.

[Eden]

Syren walks around a bench in the village reading her spellbook, then, once found the spell she was looking for, suddently pronounce the words toward the bench, that explodes.
Then she looks around, and seeing no one was there, she runs away leaving some ashes.
While running, she thinks: "Sy ready fo'bbattle, yes yes". Then keeps on running away.

[Hoihe]

The cat suddenly poofs! As if summoned by its owner.

[Nomster]

It is known among the elves of the village that Valge disappears on occasions for several days and often returns with souvenirs from her whereabouts on her clothes and in her hair. This time it seems a bit different. No one can put a finger on it but there is simply something in the air that seems to say she will not return to the village. A tree she favoured to perch on as a large cat seems to creak loudly now and again. Valge can still be seen on the Sword Coast so there is no doubt of that she's still alive.

[Hoihe]

Yet another Cat-mail arrives from Hoihe Dacino for the En Dharasha, the same, working way.

[mrm3ntalist]

Mendel picks up the cat as he walks through the portal to Misty Forrest. Once there, he sets it down, near Deacons mushroom house and pours some milk in the bowl which was left there as if they elves knew the cat was going to be back. He reads the letter carefully and quickly writes a reply and attaches it to the cat. He walks towards the pond, where he sits, thinking and waiting for the cat to be summoned back

// PM sent

[Hoihe]

The cat is summoned away.

[Displacer]

It was not a journey without some amount of peril but finally he reached the lands north of the great river they called Chionthar. Andariel was no forester, with only his studies of astrology to guide him north by night and the summer's heat to greet him during the day, he arrived in a far more desolate place than he had traveled from. He turned to look back across fjording channel and the Sword Teeth behind it wishing he had foraged for food before he had crossed.

This land seemed so foreign to him, having been raised in the court of his father, he had always been provided for in a land of plenty. Now, he was on his own and no one was here to offer him anything. The sun was rising once more, the dew evaporated into a humid mist and the air began to swelter. Andariel wiped his brow, knelled down, unstrapped his armor and began to pray.

"All father, kindly protector of your kin and warrior for the righteous, be with me now in my hour of need", the elven cleric closed his eyes and spoke. He then rose, cast one of the last remaining spells he could muster, one that might help him to muster the strength for his continued journey. He slung his armor over his shoulder, picked up his staff and began to trudge through the vast misty fields towards the north, always towards the north......

[nezzerscape]

Looking up, a village elder notice the birds circling in the distance and smiles to herself. "Soon... in less than a fortnight" she says softly to the younglings that sit wondering.

"What?" a few ask

Smiling to the younglings she replies "A gathering." Looking back up she adds "and one of such magnitude is has not been seen in a lifetime."

[Displacer]

Andariel entered into the dusty town, dirty and sweat drenched. He dropped the sack carrying his armor just as his back was to give out, lurching him forward and righting himself with the aid of his staff just before collapsing. He looked around, one hands upon his hip, as others bustled around him with cattle and livestock. Traders, auctioneers, inspectors and gamblers lined dirt roads that seemed to crisscross this small hovel.

His eyes scanned for help, anyone who might aid him with water to quench his all consuming thirst but no one seemed to pay heed. As he looked around, he saw only two grizzly human men wearing light deer skin and staring between himself and the silk bag which carried his armor. He could feel their glare and knew they did not intend him any aid. With all his strength, he grunted and picked up his armor and moved toward the merchant stalls in the center of town.

He saw one of the merchants, tall and lean wearing a dark hood that attempted to hide the high cheek bones and fair skin of one of his own people. Andariel moved toward this man, pulled back the azure cowl blazoned with gold which had offered him some protection from the glaring summer sun and began to speak. When the man turned in his direction his eyes went wide at seeing Andariel, causing Andariel to pause. Then he felt something splash against his cloak and heard voices behind him.

"Oi, I be tellin ye he was a bleedin knoif ear'!", one of the two human men watching him exclaimed as the other stared malevolently at Andariel, holding a half eaten apple. "I am sorry, I do not understand....", Andariel began to say, honestly perplexed by the sudden hostility, when second man took his apple and threw it at Andariel, hitting him in the chest.

Suddenly, a crowd gathered as if from no where. "You tink you can jus walk in ere' like it's nuttin elf?!?", the first man now proclaimed, obviously attempting to incite the crowd. Andariel, in his weakened state was in no condition to face such a host now gathering around him. They looked as cutthroats, beggers, ruffians and far too many for him to count. "Please, I just wish for some water...", he began to plead.

"Oi, he be's wantin' someting ta drink!?!", the aggressor said while looking around, "Well let's give it ta him mates!!". Andariel heard a whisper behind him, "Run...", but it was too late for the crowd had rushed upon him with club and fist, beating him unto the ground. He could do nothing but attempt to cover his face and head while he silently prayed to Corellon to come to his aid. There would be no help forthcoming as the last club strike from a large tusked half-orc struck the back of his head and knocked him nearly unconscious.

He could hear voices around him, felt his as his limp body was being dragged threw the dirty streets. Perhaps, it was that he did not wish to hear what was being said. Then he felt arms drop to the ground and he stopped.

"Well lads, let's show dis ere' knoif ear some Soubaran hopoitality ay!!!", the first man said and began urinating on the half unconscious elf in the middle of the road. The other men standing near followed suit laughing, as many of the women averted their eyes, some young girls looked on giggling. Andariel had not the strength to fight back, it seemed beyond his ability to even comprehend, he fought not to look and with every fiber of his being wished he could transport himself somewhere else at this moment.

When it was all done, a few men kicked him and when the laughing was over and night began to fall, they walked away to leave him for dead. Andariel lay there, weak and unwilling to move. He kept thinking what a fool he had been and s terrible sadness seeped into his soul as he wondered how the Lord Corellon could let this happen to him. Then suddenly as the Moon rose to it's highest peak and the streets were all but empty, the voice returned to him.

"I told you to run you fool...", the same whispered voice said and Andariel felt himself being lifted, one arm being slung around someone's neck. His head was to weak to look up and it with the rest of his body just hung limp as this anonymous person dragged him behind a building. He felt his mouth being opened and a liquid being poured down his throat, he choked most of it up but some still found it's way into his empty belly.

Suddenly, he felt revived. His eyes began to focus on the same hooded figure to whom he a originally looked to for aid. "Why, why did you not....", he began to ask but the figure interrupted him, "What, to save one fool elf?", the voice said to him before continuing, "There is more at stake here than one mere elf". "Now here, I managed to grab your belongings while they focused on beating you", it said to him in an almost apologetic tone.

"Lord Corellon bless.....", Andariel began and his eyes began to fill with tears. "Lord Corellon nothing, take your armor, take this potion and drink the rest of it when you are safely out of town.", the voice said sternly. "Go north, till you come to a bridge", the voice instructed. "There will be highwaymen, pay them and just beyond there will be a circle of ancient stones left by our people", the dark hooded figure said to him. "Wait there for ones whom will aid you, now go!", it finished and shoved Andariel stumbling back out onto the street.

Andariel turned to look back to the shadows of the building, to thank the figure who helped him but there was no one there. He pulled up the now urine stained cowl, leaned upon his staff as a crutch and staggered his way from this wicked place they call Soubar. He would not forget this lesson, not for the rest of his life. What ever that now seemed to be worth.........