En Dharasha Everae RP thread

[Hoihe]

Some sentries might note a tall human figure wielding an elven longsword and a bow camping some distance away from the village. He seems to leave and return at random periods, rubbing something in between his hands and just generally taking care of his equipment. He doesn't seem to have any obvious goal. He wears mithral armour aided with light chains underneath and around the folds, and a skirt-like leather wrap that protects his thighs. The colours of his equipment seems to be a play between white and blue. The elven longsword has a black hilt.

It's also noted that he occasionally changes into a green cape and examines the ground curiously.

[Hoihe]

And today was Hoihe Dacino's third visit to the the elven village. He was led there by Aundariel, and accompanied by an elven woman. The sun elven cleric showed both of them his home, but had Hoihe stay on the ground level while he showed her around.

As Hoihe stayed down there, he made sure not to get on the nerves of any of the copper elves living there, merely expressing his curiosity through examining the various architecture and flora.

Eventually they decided to leave, but the human memorised the path.


After many hours, Hoihe returned to the village of En Dharasha Everae's residance after cleaning himself up and resting a bit, doing his best to display respect to the citizens, he walks up to who looks like a ranger and requests him:

"My greetings to you, son of Correlon. I do not wish to disturb you, but I have an important letter that needs to be delivered to the priest of the All Father, Aundariel." he greets the sentry, then offers a letter put within a scroll case to the copper elf. "The letter must NOT be opened or read by anyone outside the Clergy, save for Mendel and Nai. This contains information that is entrusted to the clergy, and a select few alone."

Should the ranger agree, Hoihe would wish him farewell before leaving: "May Sehanine bless your travels, and cover your tracks with a luminous cloud."

[Displacer]

Orcish incursions from the High Moor have grown and the Wood Elves of the forest grow leery. Skirmishes and ambush points have been conducted on both sides and while open warfare has yet to be declared, it seems now only a matter of time. All those who venture within it's canopy are watched closely and warned not to upset the balance.

The ancient cycle of these two mortal enemies has begun once more, all who enter the forest now do so at their own risk.......

[Hoihe]

Hoihe Dacino moved his camp from the trail to En Dharasha Everae to a place where he can overlook the Glade. He occasionally wanders off from the said camp to plant symbols of Sehanine Moonbow by the roots of greater trees that have moonlight shining on them in an attempt of pilgrimage. He's careful not to upset anyone but the orcs, whom he decided to take head on if they attack him.

[Hoihe]

Hoihe grumbles as more and more people flock to the glade, and moves his camp away from the commotion, towards the village but not close enough. He puts it in a circle of trees, still grumbling...

"I came here to be bloody left alone by the idiocy of the south and pray in peace.. what do i get? The insane south follows me up here. Bah!"

He calls out to a random treetop, in elven, presuming there's a copper elf up there: "It wasn't me who brought these here. Trust me, I came alone with the intent of pilgrimage. Tried convincing some of them to leave. I don't have any power over them. I'll leave after I finish my pilgrimage, I promise!"

[Nomster]

Mendel listens to Valge intently. He smiles when she asks about the village. He moves closer and speaks to her with a calm voice.

" The village is safe. There are many issues though... elven issues in general that need our attention. We can stop at the meeting of the Faithful first. I was planing to attend the meeting for some time now. I will tell you more once we get back to the village If you are ready to get back that is"

"I have some... things that need to be taken care of." Valge eyes Lumi for a moment, hinting at that it has something to do with the large cat. "I need to travel to the Cloud Peaks. Perhaps I will see the village upon my return."

// I was unable to visit the Meeting of the Faithful this time.

[Rakosi]

Within the settlement, a new arrival, the Wood Elf Forest Monk named Febriel can often be seen. She doesn't talk much with others, generally offering only greetings and smiles where appropriate. The Elf can often be seen silently sitting under the falling waters, holding two large stones in each hand, arms at length and in some deep meditative trance.

[Maverick 40]

A golden elf sporting a silver circlet and azure robes embroidered with gold steps over to the grove. He watches as the elven woman he just recently saw within the southern human lands of the Dukes, now rests underneath the near freezing water washing down from the waterfall. The water that splashes off of her head falls upon his his sandaled feet, as he stands on the rocks besides the pool.

"Daughter of his lord grace Corellon, I am glad you have come", he says with a bright and loving smile upon his face.

[Rakosi]

The small Elven woman opens one eye, her arms quivering for a moment as her concentration is disrupted. She smiles widely at the sight of the other Elf, and dips her head in acknowledgement of him, and speaks in a lilting, high-pitched primitive form of Elven.

"Febriel glad she come too. Please pass many thank to jolly Deacon for show Febriel here."

With that, she watches him for a further moment and closes her eyes, returning back into her trance, her training relentless.

[Maverick 40]

The gold elf replies to the woman, "I will do just this". He smiles and watches the rays of light fall through the canopy above to lit the water gently. "I believe the Lord Corellon favors you in some way and so to by your presence, this village as well", he says while turning back to look the woman in the eye.

"I guess only the passing of time will tell the truth of this", he finishes non-chalantly walking back toward the village.

[mireigi]

A tall, muscular Wood Elf can sometimes be seen in the village, wearing a green tunic of thin leather, embroidered with motiefs of trees and leafs. He often sits on the grass near the river, seemingly lost in thought. When asked what is on his mind, he always replies in the same manner. A single sentence, teeming with love and a hint of longing.

"I wonder where my mate Febriel is, I hope she is alright."

He does not offer more, but looks willing to talk with any who wish to.

[mireigi]

The elf seems to be in good spirits, training with a smile on his lips, once again dedicating himself to the training he had halted for a time. Despite his ironwood armor and shield, he seems to flow through each movement as he trains, as if not bothered by the weight at all. Occasionally he ask others to train with him.

[Caleb]

Book of Eleint - The Woes of Deacon

The days following the Highharvestide, when the leafs of the forest turned red and golden, Deacon would awaken to the sounds of wood breaking and the ground shaking. Leaving his hollowed out mushroom dwelling; Deacon would dart through the forest’s undergrowth. Over gnarled roots and dodging anthills, passing streams and clearings. Finally, he’d come upon a sight that would trouble him deeply.

The men that had always lived on the forest’s edge, taking only what they needed from nature’s bounty, were now hacking down trees and trampling in their wake anything that would grow. While they cut a path through the woods, trees were felled and saplings were crushed. And the creatures that would normally dwell there fled. It would only be a matter of time before the barbarian’s destructive onslaught would reach Deacon’s little dwelling; which sat not far from where the Misty Forest bordered the High Moor.

Back in his secluded home Deacon would contemplate what to do. Soon though, another terrible sound would shatter his thoughts. Storming out of his tiny doorway, Deacon came face to face with a huge boar, gnawing on the roof of his abode. The boar, however, was not alone. There was someone walking up behind her. Someone with a face that looked as troubled as Deacon's.

The Finding of Friends

The face that Deacon caught a glimpse of was that of one of the fair folk. But the Elf walked off, consumed by his own thoughts, never paying any attention to the tiny Deacon. The boar quickly followed in his wake. Deacon followed them for some time, his trusty badger, rabbit and wolf companions in tow. They reached the High Moor. Then they each went their separate ways.

Later they would meet again at the Wyrm’s Crossing over the river Chionthar. The Elf identified himself as Ebreth and his companion boar as Ura. Pleasantly surprised to find that both hailed from the Misty Forest; they each told their tale. Deacon discovered that the Elf had been exiled, driven out by his Wild Elf kinsmen. It seemed that the Elf’s tribe had turned to blood rituals under their shaman. No longer would they tend to the forest. They would not care if it was razed by the barbarians of the High Moor. It would be in others that they had to place their hopes.

Ebreth spoke of a tribe of Elves dwelling on the coastlands near Baldur’s Gate. He mentioned their leader, Laisren, and how he would aid them in reclaiming their home in the Misty Forest. It seemed that these Elves were looking for a new homestead. Deacon mentioned that he too had met with these Elves, and that he would gladly aid them in founding said home. The spriteful Deacon had smiled and presented Ebreth with a map. The map, according to Deacon, would lead them to a pot of gold buried deep beneath the earth. A pot containing a hoard of a million gold pieces.

The Journey Home

On the final day of Marpenoth, when the leafs ceased to fall and started to rot, Deacon met up with the tribe of the Elf Laisren Ua Tiernan. They called themselves En Dharasha Everae. The Destiny of the People. The Elves showed their gratitude to Deacon; for aiding them with both his wards and his gold. In turn they revealed their desire to aid Ebreth and Deacon in restoring the Misty Forest to its former glory. Deacon promised to guide them to his mushroom dwelling which sat by a clearing. Perhaps there, within the clearing, the Elves of En Dharasha Everae could find a new home. Deacon also became friends with the Elves’ Dwarven companion; Durin, whom in turn would befriend Ura.

Their journey took them through Thundar’s Ride and to the Boareskyr Bridge; Between the Misty Forest and Baldur’s Gate. There, by a lonely tower, the Elves decided to set up camp. A ruin from the wondrous days before the Crown Wars. The tower’s ruins and moat made for an excellent basecamp. That very night many decided to scout out the High Moor to the north, while leaving their less able kinsmen at the tower.

Soon though, they would come to regret that decision. For when the Elves and Deacon returned, the camp had been raided and those left behind slaughtered. Orcs proved to be the culprit. A cry for vengeance was brief, for all realized all too well that nothing would be achieved by bloodshed. Wisely they decided to push north again. Through the moor and towards Deacon’s home.

The High Moor would prove surprisingly tranquil. The exodus ran afoul of some eerie and twisted Treants by the marshes. Night Twists. But strengthened by the will of their resolve; even the Treant’s luring songs proved ineffective at swaying the Elves and their tiny compatriot. Deacon swiftly lead the Elves through the treacherous marshes and up a hill that would reveal…

...The Misty Forest.

The Forest of Tears

While a welcome sight, the Misty Forest was anything but welcoming to the group of travel-weary Elves. Wood Elves descended from the trees; inquiring as to En Dharasha’s reasons for entering the woods. Their bows kept ready and arrows notched as Deacon tried to explain their plight. The Wood Elves reluctantly accepted Deacon’s reasoning and disappeared, leaving the exodus in a small clearing at the very edge of the forest.

Soon after the departure of the Wood Elves the En Dharasha Everae would set up a makeshift camp. But rest was not theirs, as the sound of a hundred steps could be heard from beyond the mist enshrouded trees. Spiders. Dozens of gigantic spiders rushed forth from the dark shadows of the forest. Among them was one humongous arachnid creature. Its legs, easily ten feet long, carried its grey and gluttonous frame low above the ground. Its powerful mandibles would snap and tear at the Elves. But the Elves would not let up.

The beast and its spawn were vanquished after a long and arduous battle. But not before taking its toll. The exodus’ leader, Laisren Ua Tiernan, had been poisoned. Struggling for survival, the body of Tiernan was carried off by the Misty Forest’s Wood Elves, who had finally appeared to take some pity on the exodus of Elves; taken to their village. Through the insights of the group it was revealed that this spider was the result of the Crown Wars. The very event that blighted the forest of the Miyeritar; turning it into the High Moor. Old fireside stories would have it that these spiders were spawned as the tears of a Miyeritar prominent hit the soil of the woodland. After most of the forest had been ruined, the remaining spiders retreated into what was left of the Miyeritar forest; the Misty Forest.

The Last Journey

The poison ran its course through the body of the exodus’ leader. But he was kept well and safe. Allowing for his brethren in exile to undertake a grand journey into the Underdark. The goal of this journey was to locate flora of special significance. Its properties and name kept secret by the author of this tale. According to the combined knowledge of their priests and druids, the exiles knew what to retrieve from the deep and dark bowels of Faerûn in order to heal their leader.

The initial attempt was disastrous. Many fell when the exodus travelled through a realm of fire and brimstone; followed by a place of shadow and haunting visions. A second group was soon formed to save those that were lost in the deep reaches of the earth. Among them was Deacon, who knew the way surprisingly well.

When the first and second group met below the earth and healing magic was exchanged, they all continued their journey full of vim. And that plant or fungus of significance was finally found and harvested. Leading to the healing of Laisren Ua Tiernan; and the founding of a new home amongst the trees of the Misty Forest.

[mrm3ntalist]

Mendel exits the small hut that Nai and him live in the elven village of Misty Forest. He kisses her goodbye, shoulders his light pack and finds Fhaeo, En Dharasha Everae's active Villi and soon to be Mendel's replacement. He informs him that he will be away for the next couple of days and out of contact, while expressing to Fhaeo his confidence in his abilities. Just before using the portal, he wards himself with Rillifane Rallathils blessings that allow him to move without leaving a trace and protect him from any divination scrying...

[SeedsOfDoubt]

Mendel exits the small hut that Nai and him live in the elven village of Misty Forest. He kisses her goodbye, shoulders his light pack and finds Fhaeo, En Dharasha Everae's active Villi and soon to be Mendel's replacement. He informs him that he will be away for the next couple of days and out of contact, while expressing to Fhaeo his confidence in his abilities. Just before using the portal, he wards himself with Rillifane Rallathils blessings that allow him to move without leaving a trace and protect him from any divination scrying...

*Before exiting the hut, Nai, smiling at him the whole time, finishes her Henna-like tattoo of the Dragon Head on his chest...* No Moves Mendel! ... *she giggles looking lovingly into his eyes as she knowingly tickles him with the dyes on the brush filling in the final details. Watching him dress after it was dry, she slips a braided locket of her hair, infused with some magic she cast upon it, into his pack for him to find later. As they say their goodbye's She looks at him with a worried expression.* Him be's careful Mendel... *she kisses him goodbye and watches as he makes his way out of the hut and the village. Once he's left her keen sight, she proceeds to paint herself with the Henna-like dyes to match his. The dragon head on her chest and claws on the backs of her hands and tops of her feet then heads out into the Misty forest taking her dragon shape and decimating any orc who dares to come within her sight.*