Doron Amar Role-Play

[Invoker]

The visitor smiles warmly

"Ah, I thank you very much for the invitation. I have to say, I am very much looking forw-"

and then he hurries after him since he is going in. There will be time to chat in the tavern he mentioned, he hoped with a smile, with warm drinks and comfortable chairs...

[mrm3ntalist]

After an incident that transpired outside the FAI, Deleniel and Mendel are seen running towards Doron Amar, carrying an unconcious Isiolia with them. Once at the gates, Mendel hastily asks the guards to let them through. When inside, Deleniel and Mendel can be heard asking for a cleric to treat Isiolia. Mendel asks Deleniel to cast a sending to Nai and tell her to bring Kirias or any other healer with her.

[Empoweredfan]

It takes some careful wording for Deleniel to finally understand the question, but it is with a sad expression that she shakes her head, admitting that she does not know the spell that Mendel wishes her to cast.

The slight wood elf never leaves her sisters side, holding the youngest Vanaer's hand tightly and mumbles about 'the other side' and that Isiolia should 'Walk backwards.'

[kellendril]

*Word reaches Eowiel that her cousins from the north are in need, and she send out runners looking for Sayiel, then heads down to meet them, great concern on her face. When she arrives, she asks the rangers to help her get Isiolia inside the Jest, where it is safer*

What has happened to her? *She asks Mendel*

[mrm3ntalist]

Staying close to Isiola's body, Mendel looks up at Eowiel

"There was a fight North of the FAI and Isiola got injured. We treated her wounds as best we could but... i think... i think she bled out. I can feel no pulse"

[Velaris]

Kerias starts awake from his reverie, sensing something is wrong. His closer connection to the Seldarine, and thus the people warns him of some threat to his folk. Not knowing what is occurring, he jumps up and goes searching for his uncle, in hopes the warmage can shed some light on this mystery.

He finds his uncle Velaris in the main room of the cottage, which was long ago converted to a study for the mage's research. As he starts to explain his dire feelings, the elder Mage just waves his hand for silence and points at the magical circle he has been drawing on the floor.

"You already know don't you?" The young Correlite blurts out.

The warmage just shrugs absently, "not much of a Mage if I couldn't keep track of our people, now am I? Get in the circle, I'll transport you to an old mark of mine from when I lived among the Doron elves. The mark is intact, so there should be no trouble with the transport spell. Go to the gate guards and ask to be taken to Mendel. Prepare your most potent healing prayers."

Stepping into the circle, he thankfully accepts a pair of potions from his uncle, one glows with a soft blue light, the other dark and bubbling.

"Remember, the blue one is for the lady in distress, the dark one for Master Mendel. Both will calm and soothe them, in their own way." Knowing Mendel's taste for strong beverages, especially those brewed by the Mage, he nods thankfully again, but this uncle is already casting, hands performing the intricate passes that will touch and coax power from the Weave.

A slight jolt is all he feels, and he is in the woods outside Doron Amar. Immediately he rushes to the gates and asks to be taken to Mendel. The guards, apparently expecting him, waste no time in performing their duty.

[kellendril]

*looking up to Mendel, Eowiel produces a powerfully enchanted rod*

This is ill news indeed. We will do all we can to restore her in all haste. I've a rod that will bring her life back to her body, if that is what is needed.

[Empoweredfan]

Deleniel hovers near her sister, but moves aside so that those who knows better will be able to treat her more readily. She remains quiet and takes little notice about those that are near, keeping her gaze on Isiolia all the while.

[Hoihe]

Hoihe would approach Deleniel, asking her what happened, looking concerned to Isiola.

[Caleb]

Deacon had heard of what happened and started to prepare a herbal soup for Isiola, which he would take to Doron Amar as fast as his little feet would let him, in order to speed up her recovery - should she recover in the first place.

[Empoweredfan]

Hoihe would approach Deleniel, asking her what happened, looking concerned to Isiola.

Del seems utterly lost, and mumbles only short answers. All of which is only partially in elven.

"She wandered away beleb mim, sali she was hurt. . . Fae el. . . all out. . . "

(( She wandered away all alone, after she was hurt. . . life water. . . all out. . .))

[Israe]

Isiolia would be stripped of her armor and weapons, laying in a comfortable position. It would be obvious she bled to death from the engagement earlier, as she seems to have an amazing ability to get herself into bad situations. Her body however would be mostly intact other than three deep cuts, and not mutilated/deformed in any way. Her body/soul would also be receptive to a raise dead/ressurection spell should it be cast.

[mrm3ntalist]

The sight of Kerias approaching them, made Mendel smile for the first time they have been in Doron Amar. He greets Kerias and recognising the beverage brewed by Velaris, he hastily accepts it and takes a long sip. He places the amulet of Avorveen given by the hin Knight Kemi - her attacker - on Isiolas chest before taking a step back to allow the cleric perform his ritual.

Deacon is standing next to Mendel with a herbal soup prepared for her for when she comes about.

[Israe]

The ritual would work on Isiolia, her body being mostly in tact. As she comes back to life she would groan, and suffer from ressurection sickness for hours to come afterwards. She also would not say much, having had her first experience with death.

After a few hours pass, she would finally be receptive to kin near her, only thanking them but staying mostly quiet and trying to pry out of Mendel and Deleniel what exactly happened.

For the most part, she remains in the room for the time being, having trouble remembering what happened.

[Velaris]

Approaching the still body of the female elf, Kirias takes a deep breath and draws Correlon's will to him, preparing for only the second time in his life to coax a soul back from Arvandor.

Seeing the lady's face, not at peace, but seemingly locked in an expression of continued pain, he lays his hands on her now cooling form. He begins to speak in a whisper, yet as he continues to pray for the return of Isiolia's soul, his voice deepens with power, channeling the divine essence of The Seldarine through him.

None present can remember the words after he finishes, but more that a few tears are wiped away as the light fades, and warmth and life returns to the body of Isiolia.

He leans backward to lay on the grass, seeing only the leaves above, and looking still beyond at the veil between this life and the next, as it slowly closes, leaving him slightly saddened and with a feeling he is left on the wrong side of the veil. At the thought, he feels a squeeze on his shoulder, a grip containing more strength than a mortal could possess draws him back into a sitting position, where he can see a living, breathing Isiolia fluttering her eyes and trying to make sense of the mortal world around her.

Blessed Seldarine, it worked!