En Dharasha Everae RP thread

[TheKai]

Kaikinnion stood there in silence, the events leading up to this fresh in his mind. Since his arrival he had heard rumors of a secluded community of Tel'Quessir in the north but never had he met a member of that group. Until this day.

Many questions swirled in his mind, the correct path to serving the Protector in the forefront. Is this what Corellon wanted of him? Did the First of the Seldarine approve? He must have. He was with me in the mines, I felt it. That vision he sent me those years ago...was it in preparation for this battle with the spider? It brought him victory and perhaps the Sorceress will be salvaged now since she is in Andariel's capable hands.

The words the handsome gold elf spoke weighed heavily on his shoulders. Much is going on in the North which I am not aware of, but if I can serve the People, I shall. With a determined look, dirt and blood still covering his face and armor, Kaikinnion drops to one knee with a hand balled into a fist held across his body and resting on the emblazoned crescent moon symbol on his chest.

"You have my pledge, by Sehandrian's blade, I will assist in any way possible, Tel'Quessir in the North. Count my blade and faith your ally."

[Hoihe]

The rangers overseeing the Glade would have observed a man clad in black leathers and a hat with a red brim, a green elven cape with an elven blade hanging at his side carrying a moon elven woman into the glade on his shoulders, in relative cover of the undergrowth and shadows.

The elven woman seemed beat up and heavily bleeding. After setting her down in a good position, the man seemed to apply scrolls and mundane healing tools to stabilize the woman who some rangers could perhaps recognize as a priestess of Sehanine Moonbow, Elethieneth.

After the priestess's coming to, the two talked for a while until Celundel appeared. The three discussed for a while until he disappeared into the woods and came back again. After some time the wood elven ranger left once more leaving the moustached human and the elven priestess on their own. Keener ears may have noticed they discussed religion.

Eventually the two parted ways, with the human remaining for a while until disappearing himself into the forest.

[mrm3ntalist]

Mendel walks into the village accompanied by a Valen, a follower of the Black Archer. One of the rangers greets them and hands Mendel a letter from Laisren

"Cor'vil,

You are to track down this Orchish encampment. You are not to engage them but rather draw up a map of entrances and exits from this camp. You are to watch there movements until you have figured out their patterns. When you have done this, report back with the map and the pattern of their movements.

If you see this chieftain, Pukerat the Unclean, I want you to scout out positions in which our archers might have clean lines of sight at his position in camp. This mission is of the greatest importance. Do not fail in this, for many lives rest upon the success of your scouting mission.

May your god keep you,
Laisren"

Mendel asked Valen for his help and the elf, having seen the village and talked brifly with Mendel about recent happenings accepted to help. They both moved silently into the forest, using trees, bushes and large rocks to hide and track the Orcs, making note of the Orc movements and hoping to spot their fearless chieftain, Pukerat.

// Valen and Mendel begin their journey in Misty Forest

[Maverick 40]

A meeting held before the evening hearth in a room held deep within the wood of the Misty Forest.....

[TheKai]

Kaikinnion can be seen leaving a small glade of trees near the Friendly Arm Inn. A white dove flies over head from his location, a parchment dangling from it's ankle heading north.

He seems troubled, and constantly looking around the woods, eyeing it suspiciously.

[Maverick 40]

The elf known as Laisren stayed within the shadows as he watched her pass through the camp. It was winter now, with a great chill in the air this night, she looked into each tent and brought fur blankets to those in need. He watched her helplessly unable to move. Her grace was only matched by the strength in her spirit. This woman whom was brought back from death, her very own child taken from her and her kin now transplanted hundreds of miles from their ancestral home, still now dutifully tended to others needs before her own.

Suddenly, as the moon's light reached it's zenith, she moved from the camp and up a path leading beyond his sight. He felt like a child, indecisive and afraid to follow but he found himself stepping forward with the beating of his pulse beginning to quicken. He carefully stepped across the leaves and twigs to remain silent in her wake. All the time she moved up the path leading to the waterfall, she slowly discarded armor until she was in nothing but an under gown. She now stood atop the waterfall ledge, looking over as the moon's light shown through the canopy above to light her figure.

A sudden panic lit within him and he called to her, "Saline, no!". His cry saw him step forward quickly from the shadows to stand directly into her face as she turned to view him. A slight smile betrayed her lips as she looked to him and put a hand out. He knew that she was not his to love but all of his memories and emotions told him to reach out his hand to hers. He took it, staring into her large hazel eyes while she grinned at him.

"You are just like him", she told the elf to which he replied, "How?". "You try to control too much....", her voice trailed off as she closed her eyes, let go of his hand and leaped backward turning herself to plunge headfirst into the waters below. His heart leaped into his throat and he immediately dove in after her at a distance he thought safe from hers. As he hit the freezing cold waters, he turned his body just in time to scrap the bottom of the rocks. He burst forth from the water with a gasp, crying out "Saline...Saline!?!", as he splashed around.

He found her behind him grinning, her dark hair wet and pulled back from her face as her hazel green eyes seem to glisten within the moon's light. "Just like him...", she said as she swam toward him. Suddenly he forgot just who he was, just how cold the world was around him and he began to laugh..............

[mrm3ntalist]

Nai, Velaris, Elanaele and Mendel were gathered at the Dala'Haera, discussing about recent events and the fine wine Velaris is brewing. Their discussions were cut short, since a small group of rangers walks inside the village, with an Orc as a prisoner.

Overcoming their initial surprise, the elves moved toward the rangers wanting to know why the Orc is here and more importantly, why it is not dead. The rangers explained that the Orc revealed to them that his pack, have captured Isiolia and was held hostage in their camp. The Orc revealed that they are willing to trade her for weapons and food supplies. Since there was no way the elves would trade with Orcs, Velaris dominated the mind of the Orc and asked it where their camp is and the numbers of the Orcs that reside inside the camp.

In the meantime, Cormiira Luthien and Kai have joined the group and they all marched towards the location of the camp. At the entrance of the camp there were two guards so the group stayed far away, hidden behind some rocks. Velaris suggested to appear to the guards as a prisoner of the dominated Orc and while he kept the guards busy, Mendel would slip inside. The others would wait back and at any sign of trouble the would charge inside. They decided to go with Velaris plan, but while inside the camp, Mendel noticed some explosive barrels, right next to the cage where Isiolia was held. A fight in inside the camp was not safe anymore.

Mendel returned to report his findings to the others and they thought of a way to lead the Orcs - or as many as possible - outside the camp. Mendel would appear to the guards claiming he had the weapons and supplies they asked. Unfortunately Velaris was not aware of the new plan, since all this time he was with the guards, but Mendel was certain that the clever wizard would understand. Once the Seer accompanied with a couple of guards appeared at the gate, Velaris who understood what was going to happen, looked back at Mendel and told him in elven that he was soory for what happened and that he hopes to see all of them later.

The brave elf, casted Sanctuary on himself and summoned an fire elemental, before casting his powerful spells on the Orcs. Mendel hid and moved inside the camp were he engaged the guards there, while at the same time the rest of the group join the battle. The Orcs have fallen but unfortunately Velaris, who lead the attack was struck down. Cormiira Luthien, came to Velaris aid, while Nai, still shifted in her dragon form, ripped the cage apart freeing the unconscious Isiolia. Nai healed Isiolias' injuries and carrying her on her back she led her to safety. Mendel watching the explosive barrels could not leave this opportunity go to waste. Velaris, having the same thoughts came to Mendel's side. Mendel notched a flaming arrows to the barrels but the moisture prevented the fire from expanding. The elf tilted his head and grinned while Velaris was laughing. He asked Mendel to let him try and he casted a fire storm on the barrels setting the whole camp in flames. The two elves took a couple of step backwards and were watching the fireworks in awe, with a smile on their faces.



Once back to the village Isiolia was lead by Luthien to the Skyway place on the tree tops, where she could have some rest. Nai and Mendel prepared some stew for everyone brought some to Isiolias room as well. Inside there Nai and Isiolia got the chance to talk and explain themselves before they left Isiolia to rest. For the time being, everything seemed peaceful so everyone walked inside the tavern for a some drinks and relaxation.

[Maverick 40]

A wood elven Bard sets up in front the Dala'Haera and begins to tune his loot as Wood Elven Rangers take up their bows and gather their supplies. The Wild Elven warriors as well can be seen saying their goodbyes to their loved ones as the Bard begins to strum a rhythm. The groups of elves now having gathered their supplies and kissed their loved ones goodbye, line up in front of Elder Nylas. The bard begins to sing as the Elder administers a thick paste made from burnt palm ash in the sign of a circle and triangle upon each of their foreheads. The melody at first sad and melancholic begins to grow as each elf passed.

By the end, the small battalion of elves had entered the forest and the families remained to listen to the Bard as he finished his song. Tears fell from some of these eyes, some teeth grit in anger but none were left unmoved. The elves had grown tired but they would not loose their resolve. Many of them had been through this before and they knew many shall go through it again. The only hope, is that their love for those in harms way is felt both by those whom might return and those who would not........

[Displacer]

Andariel stepped forth from the cottage sufficiently contented with the progression of the half blood Kerym's progress and equally contented to be finishing off the last bottle of dandelion wine. As he leaned against the doorway, a slight guilt began to plague his mind when he stared at the empty bottle within his right hand. He could not tell if his fingers were stained red from the wine, or from the blood of the young elves he now had to care for. "Gods...", he mumbled to himself when he heard a sound coming from the Dala'haera.

He staggered slightly toward the sound, passing the beautiful Elder Silverleaf, her steadfast guards nearby and then by the mushroom house of the fey being Deacon. The sounds grew louder until he could hear the strumming of lutes and the singing of song. When he walked up the steps he saw where there was once but one wood elven bard, now there were several. Wood, Moon, Gold and Wild elven bards gathered with their different dress and customs, all singing in harmony a beautiful tune.

There was a group of elves, villigers, Dharashans and High Moor Elves already gathered before the bards. When the chorus came, they all began to sing along. Suddenly Andariel was amongst them, singing and feeling the arms of elves he hadn't yet come to know, holding him and smiling. He offered one moon elven girl his goblet and she drank while smiling back to him before she joined once more into the chorus.

"Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah......"

They sang, they danced and they embraced each other in the pale of the night. Andariel had forgotten all his concerns for he knew that at this moment and in spite of it everything, the All Father was looking down to smile down on them. Then the lead bard, a moon elf, sang his last hymn and silence rained once more. All looking down in a sign of submission to the moment.

The village had been protected and their home was now for the moment safe but each knew that many of their loved ones were out there now in harms way, behind the Orcish lines. He did not say it, so much as he felt it, "Casin Cu Calas, Gisae Tel'andor!" he said in elvish and the crowd roared back "Casin Cu Calas!". The band of bards struck up once more and Andariel began to stagger back to the cottage, content to know that was to happen was the All Father's will now but that now matter what travesty might befall them, his people would undertake it together.

((Translation: "Casin Cu Calas, Gisae Tel'vandor" = Honor in Battle Defenders of the Forest

[TheKai]

Kaikinnion stood aside from the festivities, taking it all in.

The energy of the gathered swept him up and over, making him smile and feeling as if he was back on the isle across the sea. The large gathering made his eyes water as if this was the sight he waited to see since arriving to this Sword Coast region.

The light of the stars and moon glittered off his silver circlet and armor, casting him in a soft glow. Still he remained on the fringe, smiling to passerby and nodding softly, uttering quiet prayers of safety for each he acknowledged and the rest.

"These are Tel'Quessir" he thought. This is why I came here.

As the music died down, Kai sat on the grass crosslegged, watching to ensure none were too inebriated to cause themselves or any other harm. He heard the cry of "Casin Cu Calas, Gisae Tel'andor!" and smiled and shouted the same. The problems of tomorrow can wait just a bit longer...

[beneviolent]

It was quiet in the glen and it was late, close to dawn. The moon was dropping behind a silhouetted duskwood. A few rays of moonlight dappled the glen below. Her hands clasped prayerfully together Elethineth bowed head pressed her thumbs and forefinger against her forehead. Her reverie complete she stood unmoving not wanting to disturb the raptures of the others. Gathered around the glen an unusual number of T'Quessir had prayed in homage to kin and the Seldarine.

Care and concern were evident in their hushed tones as dawn approached and they quietly walked among the village. Elethineth inhaled, long and softly. She had no further words or counsel to those who had sought the comfort of the prayers she had offered them. The time had come to steel their hearts and face the prospect of kin lost to war. The set of their jaw and curt words indicated that their thoughts followed the trails their kin had set forth on to make war upon the Orc.

Taking a cue from their posture Elethineth cast her mind from the now to the distant past. Eons separated the two points in time, she thought, but history between had a constant. The struggle pitted the love and honor of beauty and peace against the minions of the Savage God. Given the blessings, graces, and beneficence of the Seldarine, the T'quessir, had stood proudly in eternal conflict with the Beasts and Ravagers of Nature.

The time has come for destiny to claim us, she thought, the destiny of serving their Creator in battle.

Some would fall no doubt. The village would recoil in sadness, grief, and pride. Her duties would begin when when the village needed her most.

"Corellon be proud. We are En Dharasha Everae, the Elves of Destiny,” rang in her head.

[TheKai]

Kai walked among the elves of the village, sadness clearly showing on his face. The wood elven villagers along with the wild elf refugees clearly was clear evidence of the hardships the village is enduring with the war looming over their heads.

It broke his heart when, in mid stride, a young wild elf child hastily ran up to him, tears in her eyes and dirty. “Elder, when will our Corellon come and help us? When will the Seldarine protect us?” Kai fought back tears and looked off in the distance for a moment. Forcing a warm smile on his face, he turned to the child and softly whispered, “The Protector is already with us, young one. In time, you shall see.” Producing an apple from his pack, he handed it to her which she gleefully gorged into. He patted her on the head and continued his roaming of the village.

The village was in depression. Every citizen he looked to, he saw hope fading. A hungry mouth here, a look of loss there, prayers being fervently conducted. It was something he had never experienced on the Green Isle.

And what of Evermeet? Why do they not send assistance? The Retreat is under way, but surely I am not the only who can return. Could it be I am that?

I see now why I was sent here. The elder priest said it was for me to learn and grow, but could it have been more than that? What did he know that I didn’t? This was the course destined for me all along. Corellon willed it and now I am here. And then there was the promotion from the Cormiira. Adoness is now his title. Peacekeeper. He glanced at the beautiful longsword she had gifted him. He kept it tied to the left side of hip, hanging there ceremoniously as a reminder of hope for himself.

Steeling himself for a moment, he thought long and hard, thinking of the trials to come, the depression suppressing the village and the real threat looming over everyone’s heads.

I will not live lavishly like those on the isle…not when so many need my help and attention. I shall tend to the villagers and the refugees and those coming back from skirmishes injured. I will let the warriors fight and I will do my part here in the village. The faith is much needed right now, and I intend to ensure they do not lose hope in the Seldarine, in Corellon.

With that he headed back to the makeshift medical station, grabbed more bandages, food and healing salve and made his back to the refugees, attempting to bring hope and healing to all he could.

[Displacer]

Celundel helped drag the disgusting Orc up the steps, its pig nosed face staring back and its eyes rolling up as its head hit each step going up to the Dala'Haera. This one just the last bold beast to attack the village in the rush of rage from their lust for blood. The rest were content to beat their drums and snort their war cries from the ridge up the Glade. So, this one would be the example for which he would use to show these outsiders what must be done as a Gisae Tel'vandor of this, his people's ancient wood.

Still, he did not relish what was to come next and he felt already the contents of his stomach become uneasy just at the thought. But, he knew he must steel himself for what must be done as he threw the first ape beast's body upon the cloth laid upon the marble. He looked at the woman Elanaele, she was too pretty for this work. She wasn't made for this he thought as he lit the fire and took out his knife, his skinning knife, and held it over the fire just long enough to heat it.

He kept his eyes looking into hers as he kicked the beast over onto its stomach and tore it's chain mail off it's back. He felt the first convulsion but he hid it well while he took his eyes off her to stare at his work. He pulled his hood up, pulled its mask up to cover his nose and mouth, "These people, they don't belong here, they don't know what it takes..", he thought in anger as he slide the blade under the skin at the base this dead beasts neck. The second convulsion came as he tasted the turnips he last ate once more, causing him to pause.

He did not pause long, for he was being watched and he would not hesitate under their gaze, he slid the knife around the creatures shoulders, down its side to the base of its back and up the other side to end at the point from which he began. "Now was the tough part", he thought as he turned to gaze his golden eyes up at the straw haired moon elf. She looked unmoved he thought but not for long as he tore with one mighty tug, the skin from off the creature's tendons and sinew.

He grimaced hearing the tearing sound but he did not waver, he held the skin up before him for her to see as he stood. He threw the skin off to the side and then grabbed the other body and threw it on the cloth. He tore down his mask and with a slight twinge of resentment in his voice, "Now, tis your turn, do just as you had seen", he told her while rinsing the blade and putting it back in the fire. The woman walked over to him, took the blade from the fire after a moment and asked him, "For what purpose do we do this?"

"The beast's sense of scent", he told her waiting for her to answer, expecting she wouldn't. "The pelt will be worn to cloak you as you move amongst them", he explained to her. "If they should smell elf, they would take to alarm, so we do as we must to cloak our movements from their terrible senses and protect our Rangers who scout them", he tells her with his eyes a bit tense with distaste, more so to his own unease than her presence. These outsiders, they haven't the stone to do what must be done he thought as he stared at her.

"I see", is all she retorted as she knelt over the second beast, tore its chainmail, slid the blade into the base of its neck and proceeded to slide it around the creatures back. Celundel could hardly believe his eyes and it seemed he would never be rid the taste of turnips this day, though he would not loose them either. Elanaele stood, held the pelt of the dead beast up before him. "Like this?", she asked him in a somewhat mocking playful tone.

Celundel nodded in deference. It seems he was wrong and he knew it, though this seemed to give him greater comfort than insecurity for the days to come..........

[Maverick 40]

Men and women, they came and they went between the gates of the village. First cleanly provisioned and prepared, only to return bloodied, eyes widened, or dead. The Wood Elven Rangers of the village patched their wounds and fletched their arrows in preparation to return to the field as the Wild Elven Shamans saw to those too wounded to continue.

The dark hooded Moon Elf walked silently through the masses, keenly watching the scene of battle unfold before him. He had seen it before and never did he come to fully be at ease with it. Could anyone, he imagined. His head held somewhat low, a glint from his eye made of glass was all that was visible beneath his hood when the suns rays shown through the canopy. His hands folded behind his back, he walked near as an apparition between the pulsing sea of elves.

That was when he saw them as he looked up from the village, the elves he once swore an oath in a different life, those of the south now come to honor their pact of kinship. There stood the Captain, as he was now called by all. His own professed brother by marriage and another of his number, a dark complected female warrior. They had stood upon the Dala'Haera having entered in through the portal of ancient stone. The dark hooded moon elf began to walk toward them, the first sign of hope he had in days, when he heard the first chord struck. It came from a wild elf strumming a lute solemnly, sitting and staring at him from within the doorway of one of the cottages.

The wild elf stared at him malevolently as he continued strum. "Wolves wait at your door, for your permission....", the bard began to sing in elven. The bard's voice raspy and gruff in it's tone made this elf whom had taken the title Ahk'aegis give pause. He watched this bard and his eye began to tighten, returning the gaze of the bard when he heard the verse to come. "Surprise, they took your gold, they ate your kids....", the bard continued in a louder tone for others to hear while he continued to stare at the Ahk'aegis.

The moon elf's teeth began to grit, his face began to heat and his jaw clinch. "Because you are a god damn fool, but I love you!", the bard sang but now he looked to those gathered. The moon elf knew what this bard was attempting. It was beyond his ability to reason. Who was this bastard, is he one of them, an agent sent......, he thought to himself as his teeth ground and scarred face began to twist. The moon elf strode towards the bard, his muscles tensed and his crystal blue eye now glinting a fire as much as his left made of glass did reflect the sun.

He came to stand before the bard just as he finished his song, now staring back at the moon elf once more with malevolence. The Ahk'aegis stood there with the tension of a chord pulled to the point of breaking. That was when the Wild Elven bard looked down on spit on the boots of the Aegis, then stared back up in defiance. There was now a crowd gathered. Some wood elven women gasped, men on both sides took up their arms slowly, both Wild Elven and Dharashan.....

The Aegis simply stood there, imperceptibly shaking in anger. He began to reach between the folds of his robes when a shout went out, "LAISREN!!!.....". He heard the name of his former life called from the woman known as his wife, the Za'ary of the Wild Elven people, Saline Ua Tiernan. Without a thought he put up his free hand in the direction of the call, as silence now reigned over the camp. He knew she was watching him, he knew she was praying and it was this that brought him back from the brink.......

This man who sat before him could be one of the agents of whom took this woman, their Queen, to perform an unspeakable act. The moon elf knew that with one swipe he might remove this agent from this camp forever but he also did not know the truth and here this woman, his confessed wife was to plead on this bard's behalf. Perhaps, she pleaded on both their behalf, for the chaos that was to ensue might consume the whole of this camp. He thought of this all instantly, as he continued to hold his free hand up and the other within the folds of his robes.

Then, in a blinding speed, he tore free his hand from his robes. Wild Elves and Dharashans alike grasped their weapons as the bard slightly flinched before him, blinking his eyes. When the bard reopened his eyes he saw the Ahk'aegis holding up a cloth rag before him. The dark hooded figure then bent down to wipe off his own sullen boots. He then leaned over to the bard sitting on his stool, placed the rag within the folds of the bards clothing and whispered gently into his ear. "I have heard you and now you may rest assured, my response will go unheard....", is all he told the bard as he leaned back, fire still in his eye but stoic in posture.

Then the Ahk'aegis spoke in a loud voice looking around. "Now, enough of these somber songs, play something up beat for all to dance!", he said for all to hear while staring at the bard. The Aegis then takes out a gold coin, tosses it down at the feet of the bard and walks off toward the sky'way place with his arms folded behind him. He passed by his wife as he began to walk up the steps, a sad look upon her face, she nodded to him.

He stood before the fire of the hall the whole of the night, receiving word of the efforts but the fire within his soul burned greater........

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Inspiration of some of this character is due........

[PiaMango]

Laisren brought in company with him two elves of Doron Amar and another brute of an elf an unfamiliar face to all to the village. The gruff elf stands tall for elven standards, but still would been seen as stocky due to her immense girth. Removing her gore soaked gloves her nose seems to take control of her face and is often caught on the many scents that flow about the village. She scorns at any who apply more than a light perfume.
After speaking among the elves for a time she leaves them to enter the village. She tries to avoid direct eye contact with the elves of the village but is sometimes caught staring blankly at those about the village, lost in her nose.
She distances herself from the village, searching for a spot to herself down stream. There her true strength can be seen as she strips down from her battle weathered armor into a light cloth. Her biceps bulge, glistening with sweat as they breathe freely and as she stretches her arms. Some may be impressed by the sight, many would find such a sight grotesque. Any hint of feminine curves have been all but been chiseled down and replaced by pure and raw strength.
Should any journey down the stream they may encounter Mai in the middle of what seems to be yoga. Despite her monstrous size she seems to perform it with grace. At other times grunts can be heard from her as she challenges herself to dead lift larger and larger boulders. As she reaches a boulder approximately two feet in diameter a roar bellows out echoing over the village, those who rushed to investigate would see a giant dire bear standing over 11 feet tall raising a boulder over its head. The ground thuds as it throws the boulder down to its feet. It quickly glances about and fixed upon another boulder over three times in size of the other neglecting those about watching it. It struggles bellowing weaker roars as it struggles with its grip on the great rock. The dire bear would shrug off any advances by elven folk, it seems fixated on the rock with bloodshot eyes. The rock only manages to rise a few inches before thudding ground. It is shortly followed by a second thud as the dire bear flomps down next to the rock. Within a few moments in its place lies Mai on her side grinning staring off into the woods seeming to nothing with a wild look, panting heavily.
At other times she is seen cleaning her armor and shield vigorously with pumice stone among other things. Often sniffing at it with a frown as scents still linger upon them. She seems very well experienced in this act, it has become a routine for her.
Many elves devote themselves to the perfection of something, whether it be mastery of an art, arcane magic, service to their chosen deity. Mai has devoted herself and her body to the complete eradication of the orcen kinds that plague forests to no end. Some may look down upon Mai, thinking she a beast lost in her own hatred, or maybe simply a weapon to put for war. Mai does her best to show she does not care about what others think of her. This elf does not count its age in years or winters past but in the lives of orcen kind her hands have been the death to. She remembers each and every that have fallen to her hands, each a blissful memory to her. As such she might still be considered still young by elven standards, it seems over the following days she will be growing far, far older.