Doron Amar Role-Play

[kellendril]

*Councilor Eowiel is seen of late to be working very hard on her archery skills with a hooded and cloaked elf. She shoots until her fingers bleed, then uses healing magics to recover and repeats*

[Valkyrie]

Sehlanna stays just overhead during Councillor Eowiel's archery practices, sitting in tree shade with canvas, easel and brush. She dips her paintbrush into stray rays of sunlight instead of paint, swirling & guiding them down into the canvas where rainbow lights reflect back on her face for any onlookers to see. Every now and then she tosses jade powder onto the work with a gentle murmur of arcane words.

Peaceful smile rests on her face, while gold-flecked veridian eyes stare miles through her canvas, oblivious to any world but what she paints.

[Snarfy]

A slim looking elf wearing a black hooded cloak, tan vest, and slim white pants drifts out of the forest and glides casually down the path towards the gate of Doron Amar. After a faint nod up at the rangers he passes through the Gate, pausing a few strides in to procure a sealed letter from the folds of his cloak. After a brief whisper and a serious look to the male ranger, the slim elf hands over the letter, then pivots on his heel slowly to turn back towards the gate. His tone is rather calm as he calls back over his shoulder to the bow wielding ranger, "Deliver it personally, if you don't mind. And promptly."

A scant few moments later the hooded and cloaked elf passes back over the bridge to vanish into the forest beyond.

((PM sent to the letters recipient))

[Febriel]

Celestia lays in bed in the Jest where she has spent the past few days after Celasorsan took her after finding her with her head split open and a broken arm. Her arm splinted be Deladi she attempts a sending with her good hand shouting "Luthian" before again passing out from a literal throbbing headache caused by that head wound Celasorsan cauterized.

[Silver_Lining]

The faint shadow of a figure may have been glimpsed a few times in the most recent past simply hunting near or around the entrance of DA.

[Hitman Hard]

A dark-armoured man with a grave-cold countenance; known enough through the bloody-handed sword coast for heroic and at times drunken, violent acts. . . was escorted in cuffs by elves with bows and the “Trust Company” . . staggering into the trees, towards Doron Amar late in the night.

----

That Mercury fool had known just what would lure me and his words still conjured a shocked anger in him. Valiant....Under the authority of Doron Amar you are under arrest for murdering an Elf. Surender.

“I was set up. Elf looked just like a drow.” He said aloud all of a sudden and not for the first time. His gaze flaring and twitching incredulously as the elves continued to berate him with leagues of questions--Doron Amar ominously appearing closer and closer before him all the while. He bit down hard on his jaw, brow tight-knitting; as a flurry of thoughts took up steel and engaged in a hard-fought clash to solidify the calculation he needed. Or was he merely kidding himself at this point?

((Feel compelled due to certain ooc concerns to say this did happen and Valiant is currently under arrest at Doron Amar!))

[Snarfy]

In the dead of night a folded and sealed missive is delivered to the rangers at the gates of Doron Amar by a slim cloaked and hooded male, who only lingers long enough to speak in low, yet firm tones, into the ear of one of the rangers before making his way back over the bridge to vanish back into the woods of the Sharpteeth.


((PM's sent. And, for the record, this forum RP was preceded by actual IG actions. If your character didn't see mine perform this action IG, your character didn't see anything, period. Cheers))

[grymhild]

In early evening, as Sehanine's light begins rise, Rilae'ar'an arrives at the gates to Doron Amar guiding a mule laden with linen wrapped bundles.

Speaking in calm and steady voice she speaks in Elvish, addressing the rangers who guard the gates, "Greetings to the noble elves of Doron Amar. I am Rilae'ar'an, and I bring gifts. If any of these are of use to defense of your village, they are offered for as long as there is a need."

Turning to her pack, she slowly unwraps one of bundles, allowing the moon's light to catch silvery metal.

If anyone were to examine the bundles, they would find ...

Hidden: show

Alchemical Silver Greataxe
Alchemical Silver Dwarven Waraxe
Alchemical Silver Kukri
Alchemical Silver Kukri +2 dmg vs Chaos
Alchemical Silver Warmace
Alchemical Silver Flail +1 EB (Level 3)
Alchemical Silver Light Hammer
Alchemical Silver Warhammer
Alchemical Silver Sickle +1 EB (Level 3)
Alchemical Silver Sickle
Alchemical Silver Bastard Sword +2 EB (Level 7)
Alchemical Silver Bastard Sword +1 EB (Level 3)
Alchemical Silver Bastard Sword
Alchemical Silver Greatsword +1 AB
Alchemical Silver Katana
Alchemical Silver Katana +1 AB / +3 EB (Level 11)

Standing patiently, Rilae'ar'an waits for a reply.

[InsaniD]

A stout warrior looks to his people as a new dawn rises over the canopy in the river valley of Sharpteeth. His eyes look to the children and to the people he grown to love as his own. Then he watches the gates for his son to come in. And he awaits in his blackened plate, with his hand resting on Delade's Bite his long sword that he named after his mate and equal.

[DM Boo]

A lone werewolf, scarred and with shaggy fur, is seen approaching Doron Amar's gates late during the evening. The wolf freezes as its acute ears discern the drawing back of several bowstrings. Knowing it is now targeted by several hidden marksman the wolf doesn't come any closer, but begins speaking into the shadows:


"Spare me your uncivilized nature elf, I come bearing a letter for the one known as Eowiel."


A sealed envelope is then dropped and the werewolf turns and sprints off at alarming speed toward the forest.

////PM sent

[kellendril]

In early evening, as Sehanine's light begins rise, Rilae'ar'an arrives at the gates to Doron Amar guiding a mule laden with linen wrapped bundles.

Speaking in calm and steady voice she speaks in Elvish, addressing the rangers who guard the gates, "Greetings to the noble elves of Doron Amar. I am Rilae'ar'an, and I bring gifts. If any of these are of use to defense of your village, they are offered for as long as there is a need."

Turning to her pack, she slowly unwraps one of bundles, allowing the moon's light to catch silvery metal.

If anyone were to examine the bundles, they would find ...

Hidden: show

Alchemical Silver Greataxe
Alchemical Silver Dwarven Waraxe
Alchemical Silver Kukri
Alchemical Silver Kukri +2 dmg vs Chaos
Alchemical Silver Warmace
Alchemical Silver Flail +1 EB (Level 3)
Alchemical Silver Light Hammer
Alchemical Silver Warhammer
Alchemical Silver Sickle +1 EB (Level 3)
Alchemical Silver Sickle
Alchemical Silver Bastard Sword +2 EB (Level 7)
Alchemical Silver Bastard Sword +1 EB (Level 3)
Alchemical Silver Bastard Sword
Alchemical Silver Greatsword +1 AB
Alchemical Silver Katana
Alchemical Silver Katana +1 AB / +3 EB (Level 11)

Standing patiently, Rilae'ar'an waits for a reply.

*A runner is sent, who returns soon with Eowiel, who smiles at Ril and welcomes her warmly*

This is an impressive bit of silver, Ril. We are certainly in your debt.

[grymhild]

As the sun just begins to rise on the morning of the sixteenth of Kythorn, a lithe female arrives at the gates of Doron Amar dressed in light hunting leathers and a dark hooded cloak.

Addressing the guards in thickly accented elven, she calmly delivers a letter, elegantly addressed to Etrielle Sehlanna Alenuath and bearing a pale blue waxen seal of a sword inscribed within a circle.

PM Sent.

[Hoihe]

Hoihe Dacino materialized out of nowhere not far from Doron Amar's south-western perimeter when the moon was at her highest. Although battered, bloodied and clearly tired, he appears joyful and fulfilled as he takes very confident steps to Doron Amar. As per usual, he crosses the gates but is stopped short as he sees the Imaskari golems.

"Rhys you've outdone yourself. Impressive!" is all he says before proceeding forward, holding a fat sack of gold and a roll of paper by now.

He almost stops when he reaches the massive statue before the Erevan's Jest, but presses on. Without letting whoever is at the bridge to ask why he is trying to cross, he presents them a piece of paper, signed by Mealir:

"By my hand, I, Mealir Ostirel, head Councilor of Doron Amar. In my infinite wisdom and intelligence grant access this one time to the bearer of the note, Hoihe Dacino of the dark hat."

He then explains he came to the temple to leave a long overdue and piled up donation to Sehanine Moonbow, Hanali Celanil, Aerdie Faenya and Corellon Larethian.

At the temple, he'd kneel before the stone altar behind the wooden one and ritualistically offer his fat bag of gold to the gods. He'd split the massive pile, taking hours in this process, as he dedicates three thousand five hundred gold to Sehanine Moonbow, three thousand to Hanali Celanil, two thousand five hundred to Corellon Larethian and one thousand gold to Aerdie Faenya, praying for a seemingly very long time to each, spewing countless thanks to each for certain recent events. He'd audibly thank Hanali for her gift, even uttering the word of love in elven as he does so, a word he rarely if ever utters in any language, especially elven, and with very clear when he does purpose.



Having ran out of gold and still feeling indebted in thanks, Hoihe proceeds to play his flute with a truly majestic tune until he wobbles from fatigue.

Tired and spent, with the sun finally rising on the horizon, Hoihe retires to sharp teeth for a bit, coming back visibly much more cleanly before retiring to the Erevan's Jest.

((
Mealir gave permission to cross the bridge. Valefort said Hoihe would be allowed to cross!
Given 10 000 gold to the Seldarine through the altar.
The flute play roll was 50! 30 is the DC for entertaining outsiders so..!

[sweetlikesplenda]

*A letter is delivered to the Rangers that guard the boarders of the town by a Order of the Silver Rose page, addressed to the Council of Doron Amar*

///PM Sent to the DA Council

[Endelyon]

A young, human girl with dark hair and blue eyes would be seen outside the village gates, pacing back and forth from time to time. She would appear friendly and bore no weapons, offering a polite smile to any who might pass. If questioned by the rangers, she would tell them that she was a member of the Sword Coast Commercial Exchange, and wished to speak with a representative of the city.

(( Currently in game outside the village gates ))