En Dharasha Everae RP thread

[Truthiness]

A green hooded human with a fantastic beard is seen being let in to the village after going on a short patrol with Deacon, the human is seen entering the tavern for a while, and then leaving it smelling of alcohol, but completely sober, he then goes to a tree, placing his hand on it and muttering, before stepping inside it and disappearing.

If one were to investigate what has happened in the tavern, they would find much of the alcohol is gone, and a bag of coins on the table, to pay for what he has drank.

[beneviolent]

Her sight was clear, dazzling bright. Her gold eyes beheld a moon that brightly shined. Others may have looked aside and seen something of the path or seen what lay alongside of it. She simply saw the moon. The entirety of her vision encompassed it. Her footsteps led north. Like the pull of a tide she was swept along. She felt, rather than saw, the forest she had visited once with her mother, but the moon kept pulling her north.

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Her steps took her to a barrow, then into it. Here there was no light, but she understood her duty. Another guarded the tomb too. A Reverend One, a baelnorn. fulfilling its “Fhaor ’Akh ’Tel’Quess”, it’s “Tribute of One’s Duty to the People.” For it time had even less meaning or notice of passing. A mystery revealed, she accepted the duty given her.

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She fought mightily and together she and the Eldar defeated the danger to the barrow. She fought to defend the existence of the Tel’Quessir (the People’s) heritage from those who lusted to plunder mundane treasures.

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Once the danger to the barrow was over she felt the pull of the moon again. She gazed into it, and once more a journey passed beneath her feet.

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And now her fatigue overwhelmed her and she collapsed next to the mysterious pillar, near to the place she had once called home.

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What would she see then when her eyes opened?

[beneviolent]

Moonlight dappled the consecrated ground. It was glimmering circle, topped with a sun and anchored by a crescent moon. At cardinal points divine marks indicated positions to pray to the other members of the Seldarine. Alone at this hour, a moon elf stood in the very center.

Wrapped in thoughts and prayer she remained far longer than typically in reverie. She stood still contemplating journies. Recently returned from her own that took her away from her family and the village for a long time she thought of the many journeys the community had ventured together and those to come of the T'querssir who would soon make their flight to refuge from the High Moor.

How often had "the People" migrated, she wondered. What travails and dangers would they encounter? She had no answers, just faith. Faith that her people would be together, assisting their own, defending their own, seeking safety and refuge with those of similar faith in the protection of the Seldarine.

The moonlight wavered, seemingly renewing its' strength, the moonshine glimmering through the night.

At dawn she met with the village leaders.. asking of ways to help ready the supplies for the coming days....

[Velaris]

Another knock at the door?
…the thin elf looks up from the passage he was reading, annoyance evident on his angular features.

Rising, he marks the page in the small tome and closes it, crossing to the door where yet another interruption awaits him. He passes a variety of projects, some ongoing, others discarded but yet to be disposed of.

He opens the door and takes the missive from the waiting messenger, a trembling youth barely in his teens, who quickly flees at a nod from the elf.
Closing the door, the elf opens and quickly absorbs the contents of the letter, his face impassive. A meeting, so soon?

Raising his head, he walks to a stand where his most recent piece stands, finally completed. Looking upon the robe, he knows the days spent researching and enchanting the robe have paid off. Now, if he could only find an apprentice worth the cloth, he muses...

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he covers his work and scans the room, easily locating the silver pouch and harness containing his traveling books and components. Scooping them up, he pauses to drape a shimmering travel cloak around his shoulders, then exits the small room and seals the portal behind him.

Stepping with purpose, he makes his way toward the exit of the inn, thinking already of the gathering to come…

[beneviolent]

Ele stands amidst the wounded. The Faern'suora healers around her apply bandages to those in need casting spells upon those with greater need of the blessings of the Seldarine.

Her steps slow when she reaches another group of weary warriors. Without word they lay twenty unmoving bodies to points around the meeting circle.

She stops. Her eyes heavy with tears, she sighs heavily. Looking up into the dark night sky her eyes search for the moon. A shiver wrenches her body. A moment passes, then she approaches the leader of the wild elves.

"Come, we must prepare."

[Maverick 40]

He heard things around him that sounded like echos within a tunnel. He kneelt beside the stream, desperately rubbing his gloved hands together, constantly rinsing them in the cold water. He was attempting to wash the mix of elven and orchish blood from them. When he stopped to look at them, they shook slightly as he turned them back and forth before his vision.

Then he felt a chilling hand touch down upon his shoulder causing him to shiver and flinch away slightly. When he looked up, he saw Aia beside him looking down upon him with a stoic expression upon her face. That chill brought him immediately back to his senses as he turned his cowled head around to see dozens upon dozens of wood and wild elves moving like currents between each other. Bodies of fallen warriors, women and children covered much of the path leading to the village as healers knelt beside them attempting to heal and revive them.

Laisren looked up at Aia and without a word, nodded in thanks to the silent woman. She had brought him back from the edge, she reminded him that he can not allow himself to be weak. He wiped his hands upon his jerkin and sought out Elder Silverleaf. She might have chance yet to same some of those he could not, those he could not protect. Yet, in the back of his mind always she was there. How would his wife take this terrible sight?

Through the darkness and mists of the High Moor they fought with all their strength against an untiring and unwavering foe. They looked into the depraved eyes of those whom distantly were once the same and in their actions they told them, "Our people will not be prey to you!!" but in the end, it was their own forest which provided the greatest terror.

While they had been focusing all of their efforts on saving the Wild Elves from their plight, they blinded themselves to their own. The Orcish threat had grown now beyond their power to control. The war host which had greeted them was more than they could have imagined possible and now they were left to wonder, "When will this tide of Grumish come to over take their own bastion of peace".

They had promised Saline's people sanctity within this place and now it was unsure if they might even be able to survive against the onslaught of Corellon's bane. Where had they come from, how did they grow so strong, Laisren kept pouring over. Even with the weapons of Corellon's church and the hardened warriors of Dharasha, they could not overcome this foe on the day in which these people, Saline's people, needed them most. He shook his head and stood.

He could not let others see him question, he could not let others see him be weak and most of all, he could not let others be weak themselves. The lord of resurrection will purge away the weak and what will be left will only be the strong. They were now once more in a struggle with their great enemy and although Laisren tried to remind himself of this, he kept his thought upon her.

So, he went to find her and when he did, he watched Saline run to her own people. He watched her emotions as she touched their faces and caressed those wounded. He longed to be the one she reached out for but this was not to be. He watched from a distance, amongst the tree tops and beside him he felt Aia's chilling gaze. He tried his best to devoid himself of his longing to be with Saline at this moment. He did not know if this great shame brought him strength, or weakness but he knew that no matter the outcome, he could not let that blind him of his duty any longer.

So, though he was weak, he took the first watch over the glade with the Rangers of the village. He let his own blood dry upon his armor and his thoughts burn in remembrance of those he watched fall to the Orc. He would not live ashamed, for if it was to be, he would be remembered standing firm against the tide of his people's foes until his death. His people would not be forgotten, for they would stand and they all would fight!

[beneviolent]

She took his hand. Inert, lifeless, and cold to her touch, she positioned it just so. She laid his fingers across his body, cradling a coil of clay. She lifted his other hand, taking his fingers and gently pressing them into the soft clay.

In life the fingers of the deceased wild elf of the exodus, Vaeltrynn, would have shaped the soft and malleable clay into something of beauty. Those hands had crafted many useful and purposeful items. She sprinkled some salt and ash onto the coil, glazing agents she knew little of, but ingredients that Vaeltrynn worked with daily. On the occasion his pottery was spare of design it's shape would be noted for it's artful sculpting. On the occasion he chose a different clay or glazing his Art was appreciated for it's colorful intricacies of elven spirit and design.

She sighed. Alas, Vaeltrynn now lay prone on the wooden palanquin, a victim of Orken savagery. His delicate and masterful hands would no longer shape clay for his kin. He would soon be borne to the pyre. The Sy'Tel'Quessir, the wild elves, would light the tinder singing their tribute of his life and Art in celebration of their kin. And soon fire would
burn hot, equal to those of his kiln left hastily in the High Moors.

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Glancing at the clay she wondered for a moment. In the hands of a master or even a simple potter it could become something else. Fired within a kiln it was imbued with new purpose, beauty, and function.

She thought of how the kiln's fire represented change and of her own recent personal events. Fire had flickered and burned before her eyes. It had even pursued her in a dream.

She had felt it's consuming hunger and believed she saw it engulfing others. She had felt a fire's rage and her skin had been hot for many hours after her dream.

She thought her doubts had been the shadow to the fire's light. But were the shadows someone else's demons? She shook her head, her thoughts a jumble.

What was it that she had seen? Wisdom and understanding had failed her. She was unable to counsel wisely. Others, grieving and in need were suffering. Words came from her lips but brought little sympathy and compassion to the grieving.

What was it that she dreamed? How was it that pain had afflicted her in a dream? Pain so extreme, her life forced was visibly being pulled from her. Her strength of will and faith
nearly taken by the desperate emotion of the sufferer. Even in this moment of reflection his pain wracked her body and she trembled again.

She had listened to the voices of the Ancestors. "Nin ivaebhin, le uva fa en irilmfelvam tel en wain ilva.... (Elven My boy, you will be the harbinger of the new age....)." A green gem had flashed with the brilliance of a star. Long after her dream these words still rang in her ears.

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At the door knocking interrupted her meditation. The wild elves entered the temple. They nodded their thanks to her and lifted the palanquin, bearing it away to the clearing.

The pyres of the fallen would soon be lit, their fire blazing through the night. The wild elves would sing and dance. Gondael the Songsmith bard would sing the epic dirge "The Exodus." A Lay of the People would be sung in tribute and honor. Victory had come with a cost.

A last time she glanced at the body prepared for the funeral Again she glance at the coil of clay. Grief was a heavy burden. Perhaps it would be lifted.

[Maverick 40]

((Today there will be an event))

[mrm3ntalist]

The Wild Elven Funeral

They all gathered to the treetop temple of Rillifane Rallathil, to pay their respects for the fallen wild elves. Lady Elethineth, who supervised the preparation of the palanquins and the Pyre, performed the Initial prayers and blessings of the Seldarine.



Cormiira Luthien took over and walked towards a couple of fallen wild Elves, one of which was a child. They all prayed to the Seldarine, to bring them back to life. Feelings of joy filled everyone as the child begun to move and spoke to Luthien.



The elven priestess quickly wrapped the child in her cloak to keep it warm and then handed it to the Faern'suora healers. She then motioned the others to follow her outside where the Pyre was set.



They all gathered at the stairs, just before the Pyre. Gondal sung in memory of the fallen before they moved further.



After the blessings by Elethineth, Cormiira Luthien set the Pyre on fire, lighting the night sky above them. Deacon who stoically observed the funeral, mentioned that the ashes should give more life to the forest, helping it grow.



In the end, standing all together they sung and danced, honoring the memory of the fallen. Some promises for revenge were made, but they all knew for tonight, revenge has to wait. When the morning comes, it is a different story...

[Maverick 40]

Laisren watched the small child begin to twitch, heave and slowly come to life. Suddenly gasps filled the room. Cries of "miracle" and sobs of joy went up from the elves gathered. Though he stood there silently in the shadow of the door way, he felt himself compelled to step toward the child but he stopped himself. It was not his place to interrupt the beauty of this moment with his own selfish emotions, though he wanted nothing more than to go and pick up the child within his arms.

He stood silently in the doorway as the procession of those whose souls could not be saved passed by along with all those gathered of the village and moor. He followed behind the risen child and her parents whom would not stop kissing and hugging their child the whole way down to the Dal'hara. He wondered of his own child, Saline's the one he may never have the chance to see, as he watched the newly reunited family crouched down watching the famed bard Gondael sing his song of sadness.

A single tear filled his eye when he saw the child intently and patiently listening to the words of song. His heart had been so heavy for so long, he could scarce remember the time not so long ago that he and his wife had peacefully lived amongst this village.

Yet, his past and lessons of his people had come back to haunt them all. Those elves whom claim to be the saviors of their race, those turned to the darkness for what reasons he could not fathom and the great enemy of his people, the Orc had all come to pay a call to he and his family. Now he stood here not as a simple villager but as the war leader of a band of elves suddenly less assured of the sanctity of ancient home, as the war drums of Orcs beat closer than ever before.

Laisren stood there as a father, whose thoughts could not be turned from the travesty of his new life without the child his wife still yearned for, watching the family the pyre's were set alit. They all stood around the Dal'hara as a brillant light began to shine bright orange and golden into the night's sky. A sizzling and cracking could be heard as the rain drops from the canopy above fell upon the great fire. Finally, Laisren turned his eyes from the family and toward the fire.

His face began to harden as he remembered the lessons of his own childhood. His glass eye flickered like a mirror as the tears within his right began to dry. He stared into the fire and saw all the faces of his past and those now of his present. When the fire began to subside, this face was a mask of stone looking onto the smoldering ashes of what were once proud a and free Elves. He began to move toward the stairs passing one last glance toward the child when he caught the side glance of his very own wife.

She looked back to him with the same stone faced stare. It was then that he heard the proselytizing of hellfire and damnation coming from the Lady Luthien, condemning the Orc for what they had done. It was then that Laisren finally spoke. Still looking at his wife he said, "Elven blood has been split, now it is time to exact a toll upon our enemy that they will know that any act against our people will only come at a greater cost to their own". He paused for but a moment as he saw a slight nod from his wife, perhaps the first acknowledgment he had seen from her since her people's exodus.

He did not turn around to address the people furthered, "Prepare thy selves for the morning", is all he said, moving down the steps and away from those gathered. The time of mourning was done, all having bore witness to the lives of those they lost. They had shed their tears and now it was time that they would move on. Now it was the time for elven justice...........

((Will edit later))

[SeedsOfDoubt]

* Nai, as requested, seeks out the Alpha or Leader of the wolf pack in the Misty Forest with Mendel by her side. Having been raised by wolves and other animals of the forest, this meeting would be well known to her...
Upon their meeting, growls and teeth baring is exchanged until Nai submits to the Alpha wolf of the pack. Keeping her head lower than the Alpha and her eyes cast downward she begins to speak to the dominant leader. *

" Nai comes tell them Orcs be trying take forest ... destroy all ... takes all food from thems wolfs ... thems orcs will kill wolfs pups, try be's alpha over him leader wolf... Thems try takes elfs village, kill elfs pack too... No can let them do this ... Elfs will fight them, Kills them Orcs and keeps Wolfs pack and foods safe... Return balance to forest. Will thems wolfs help elfs keep balance Nai asks? "

* Keeping her head low, she awaits the Alpha wolf's response. *



* After the discussion, Nimcarak, Nai's Arctic wolf companion approaches staying behind Nai. The Alpha would surely sence she is in heat and sniff the air all around. Nai would leave the two alone, walking away with a grin, knowing full well Nim is capable of chosing a mate for herself or not. *

[PiaMango]

Luthien returns to the village with a sack of supplies slung over her shoulder, followed by a pale faced copper elf. Dirt and blood sprinkle their armor and shield, it is clear their path back to camp was not peaceful, though the pair themselves seem unscathed. Warmth floods back into the copper elf's face as she takes a cleansing breathe and admires the tranquility of the village, saying it reminds her of the place she calls home. The pair walked together through the village, speaking among themselves, though offering pleasantries to those they pass.

After speaking together for some time the pair departs, the copper elf wanders the village making small talk to its denizens. She makes her way across the stream to the terrace. There she introduces herself as Sylvia. Should those around the terrace allow it, she shares the following song, singing in a soft tone.

Lost in the misty forest

Through a veil of alpine trees
Guided by a soothing breeze
Inviting shadows yawn and tease
Into the misty forest

Hidden dangers forever lurk
Soft footsteps cause ears to perk
Only met by a friendly smirk
Deep in the misty forest

Silverymoon ever kind to me
Nevermore love I will plea
Evermore my heart will be
Lost in the misty forest

Evermore my heart will be
Lost in the misty forest

Ah... Lost in the misty forest

* Rehash of Hayley Westenra's song, The Mists of Islay.

"There are more songs to be sung and tales to be told, should you lend me your ears this nightfall." The copper elf speaks after letting the sounds of the forest linger at the ending of her song.

[TheKai]

The day was bright and beautiful, not a cloud in the sky as Kaikinnion made his way from the Friendly Arm Inn, towards Baldur's Gate. Contemplating the efforts of the night before, he was halted behind the inn by an Elf. He recognized such a high figure as Andariel.

Slowly, he appoached Kaikinnion, worry and what could only be seen as panic, clear on his face.

"Cousin..." He whispered.

Kai smiled widely, thrilled to be recognized by such a prestigous Elf. "Yes?"

"You are a priest of Corellon, are you not?"

Kai grasped his crescent moon symbol and nodded.

"We are in dire straits. A spider..a large, demon spider, has captured one of our own! A sorceress. She is being held in the mines within Cloakwood. You must see to her! Time is of the essence!"

Quickly the reality of the situation set. "What does she look like? Does she have a name?" Kai asked, urgency in his voice.

"She has been taken deep within the mines. A female with hair the color of fire! You must hurry, I will wait here for the others. Go!"

Nodding in resolution, Kai made his way through the Cloakwood. Masking himself in Corellon's grace so the vile lizard folk would not see him, he angled over the river and through the trees, making his way to the mine entrance.

After a while, he stood outside of the entrance, eyeing it for a bit. What would be down there? A demon spider? An agent of Lloth? He scowled at the thought. I must at least do something!! Finding a small clearing behind some rocks, he ensures no monster is near and he kneels and prays:

"Protector, I need you now.
Grant me the strength to rescue your child,
Grant me the sight to pierce Lloth's darkness,
Make my blade as Sehandrian's,
Carry me swiftly as Lashrael,
Protect me, First of the Seldarine, PROTECT ME!"

Covered in wards and comforted by the power of his God, he makes his way through the mines, level after level, fighting vile batiri, poisonous spiders and foul lizard folk.

In the lowest levels, a piercing scream makes its ways through the tunnels. He runs even faster, ducking and dodging and jumping over obstacles. In a matter of seconds he comes upon the most hideous thing had ever seen! A spider, larger than any he had ever seen before, with blades for legs and dripping bile from its frothing mandibles.

"WHERE IS SHE!?" He yells at the demon spider.

Turning abruptly, it regards him with its myriad eyes filled with malice.

"Youzzz will neverzz getzz herrr" It hissed at him.

Kai runs the tunnel's more, shouting her name in hopes the sorceress would hear. The twist and maze of tunnels brought him right back to the spider.

Unsheathing his blade, it gleaming in the low light, he stalks forward toward spider.

"Where...IS...SHE!!?" He menanced threatingly.

The spider reared on it's hind legs and made a sound, almost like laughter.

"Youzzz willlzz neverzz getzz zzzeeeerrr Elfvvvv. Shezzz minezzzz" The demon spider points to a large red stone on a pile of skulls.

With a crest fallen look, he prayed, called on Corellon to smite this spider. He could feel the divine magic welling within him, Corellon answering his prayer. A ball of light slams into
the spider and for a moment all was blinded.

Blinking away the light, he looked to see the spider standing unphased and waving its front pincers tauntingly. He again grasped his crescent moon symbol, calling on his most potent spell available. One of utter destruction. As he finished chanting and finalized the spell, a violet gaseus ball burst forth and hit the spider squarely in the head. An unnatural hiss echoed throughout the tunnels. The spider was in pain, but it was still standing.

All its eyes turned on Kaikinnion then, and it gave chase. Calling on the Protector's grace, he cast a spell to quicken him and he fled down the passageways, gaining distance between himself and the demon spider.

Silently he prayed as he ran, asking for some guidance, an omen or anything to help him. He prayed to Corellon, and his prayer did not go unanswered. For a moment he remembered a dream he had as a child. It was of the Solar Felarathael in battle, using it's
own minions against a powerful demon. That flash of inspiration was all he needed. He looked back to ensure the spider was still chasing him and nodded, picking up the pace he plunged directly into the nest of batiri and lizardfolk, drinking a potion that rendered
him unseen as fast as he could. The batiri and lizardfolk turned abruptly at the sound only to see the large spider crashing through their nest. Enraged, the batiri and lizardfolk, led by the matron of these monsters, set upon the spider with spell and claw and spear.

Praising Corellon for the guidance and distraction, he quickly turned a loop in the tunnels and ran back to the nest of skulls. Gently picking the gem up, he runs to the levy that will take him to the surface. All the while cradling the stone and whispering silent thanks
to Corellon, he makes his way to the entrance and finds the elf known as Vendethiel waiting.

A silent plea in his eyes, he lifts the stone to show it to the Elf. Both nodding, they depart the mines in search of Andariel.

[mrm3ntalist]

While in the Sharpteeth Forest, on his way to meet Ivan and Vendor to attend an Elder Circle meeting, Mendel came upon an unexpected sight. A female elf was laying on the ground after been struck by a drow. He quickly drew his swords and attacked the drow, swiftly killing it. His attention was then focused to the severely injured elf. With Ivan's help they managed to stabilize her and treat her wounds.



Still in shock the wild elf introduced herself, her name Isiolia. She was wandering the woods trying to find someone to help her take the trial to join En Dharasha Everae. In the meantime Nai and Enaelae joined the small group and tried to help Isiolia. Only after striking the dead drow, she was able to calm herself. Mendel promised Isiolia that he can help her take the trial and with the help of Enaelae they did. They successfully completed the trial, so Mendel told them that now, they can join the community of En Dharasha Everae, if they still wished to. They both accepted and Nai got them all to the village by Travel by plant, the village was shown to them and helped them to settle in.

[Maverick 40]

Andariel can be seen wiping dust off of his robes exiting the forest behind Kaikinnion and Vendethiel. "Well now....", he says to the pair. "I had thought to make you battle the giant spider but you are a sly one aren't you", he says with mischievous grin. "Yet, you also showed bravery and comraderie when in the company of this one", the Gold Elven said while looking over Vendethiel before bowing. "Tis my pleasure to meet your acquaintance", he says in a courtly manner.

Once Kaikinnion begins questions Andariel and attempting to hand him the fire opal gem, Andariel begins laughing hysterically. "Oh, my good man...", he begins to say shaking his head, taking the gem from the young cleric and placing it within the folds of his robes. "You should have seen the look on your face when you saw that giant spider but you did not flinch, nor back down when faced with such a danger did you", Andariel's tone suddenly becomes earnest and forthright, lacking it's prior playfulness.

"We have need of kin like you in the north servant of Corellon and I dare to say, we had needed you prior to this day", the gold elf's face suddenly becomes dire. "If you seek to truly aid your kin, then there is a place, a refuge for our people since the time of the crown wars whose delicate balance is being unwoven by the desolation of the Orc", the mage speaks to both of the elves gathered. "We need those brave of heart, compelled with purpose to aid their people and apparently I have found not one but two who might fill this description", he says with a raised brow.

"Tell me now, do you seek a peaceful shelter, a home free from the concern's of man, I will take you there but in return, I must ask for your aid in keeping this refuge safe", the gold elven mage asks them, awaiting both their replies........