The young elf woke before the morning sun broke the horizon. Her and her leopard companion took to the woods surrounding the elven village. She made sure not to stray too far and if she did, she would receive a nudge from Icicle to turn back towards safety. Before a few hours had passed the huntress had bagged three rabbit and two quail. Pleased with her hunt she turned back towards the village, moving through the trees like a leaf on the wind.
Once back at her camp, she gutted and cleaned the game down by the pond. She took a rabbit and a quail and left it upon the doorstep of the giant mushroom. Then took another rabbit and quail and gave it to the ranger at the gates, asking him to please deliver it to Luthien. She had enjoyed the time spent with the priestess and wanted to show her appreciation.
The sun had almost reached its peak as she made it back to her camp and prepared the final rabbit for her and Icicle. She slow roasted it on a spit over a low fire, turning it every so often as she relaxed on the bank of the pond. Once it was done to her liking she took it from the spit and cut a third of it off with one of the daggers at her hips. She threw the larger portion to the leopard and smiled as the large cat seemed to perk up acting playful and loving. Krisyl'lyn nibbled at her portion, chuckling from time to time watching Icicle act silly.
The afternoon passed as quickly as it came and the young elf had returned to the camp once again from collecting some firewood from the forest floor. She spent some time straightening her camp up, making sure the refuse from the cooked rabbit has all been buried so she wouldn't have visitors during the night.
As nightfall came she stoked the fire a bit and laid back staring at the stars. Icicle's head and paw draped over her stomach. They found peace that night under the stars. Her and her closest friend, together under the canopy of night...
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Pools of light formed on the grassy glade, as the leafs above let the sun shine through. Swarms of small insects danced low above the earth; lit up like a chapel full of tiny candles as they reached the pools of light - their wings a dazzling display of reflective brightness - another tell tale sign that a thunderstorm was drawing closer. The rain also continued to drizzle downward. Suddenly - a pale white light shone through the tall elms that surrounded the clearing. The sound of thunder followed once more. Again. And again.
"Deacon is glad he remembered to bring his hat." Deacon told the animals, his eyes set in a sagely expression. The hat looked to have be treated - oiled or waxed - as rain droplets continued to run down till they hit the brim, where they would hang on for a moment - like a man to a cliff, hanging on for dear life - before falling into the abyss.
*drip - drip - drip*
Deacon placed his rucksack next to him on the large root. The root grew wildly, bending around large boulders and finally disappearing into the ground. He took out a wrapped up package - some sort of cloth handkerchief - and placed it on his lap. The animals gathered around him, including a particularly cheeky squirrel that had just come down from old Mumblebark; the great and ancient oak upon who's roots Deacon sat- "Shall we see what the missus packed?" Deacon chuckled. No-one knew who this missus was. Did she really exists? Deacon would only rarely mention her - and often in half jest. Her hypothetical pressence only added to the mystery of Deacon's life story.
"Oh, lookie! 'Tis a quarter wedge of of a wheel. A wheel of fine, delicious brie cheese! And here! A slice of freshly baked mushroom and acorn bread." Deacon exclaimed cheerfully. He tore off a bit of the bread and divided it among Nibbles, Fluff and the inquisitive squirrel. Deacon then took the rest of the bread and wrapped it around a nugget of cheese - and munched down. "Mwoh! Delicious! *gulp* Truly delicious. The cheese is just right, not too runny and not too hard. Unlike last week's old cheddar."
*munch - munch - munch*
The thunder grew louder right before another flash of light appeared, and a none-too-distant broadleaved tree caught fire. Deacon squinted at the light, then he looked up but quickly realised that the rain would make short work of the flames. He sighed in relief and continued to work down his 'sammich' (or 'briesich', as Deacon would likely call it ***).
"Would thee like a bite, old friend?" Deacon spoke in Treantish while he looked up at the massive oak. "No? Deacon did not think thou would, but felt compelled to ask thee out of politeness. Afterall, 'twas us who sought out thy company. Might Deacon say that thou dost make a great warden from the rain?" Deacon pauses to listen for a while; seemingly listening for a response from the massive tree - but more likely taking in the various sounds that started to fill the clearing as dawn turned to early noon. The sun rose higher overhead.
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***Briesich recipe:
-A centre slice of freshly baked bread
-A sizeable slice or nugget of brie cheese, left out to room temperature for a good while till it is a little runny
-A little homemade mayonaisse - from vinegar, nut- or olive oil, eggyolk and a spoonful of mustard
-The stomach to deal with the gooey goodness
mireigi wrote:Since both Kor'Vain and Ithilwen seem to trust this Qin person, Fhaeo doesn't react much to anything he does, but merely stands watch. His hands reflexively go to his twin warhammers the moment Qin grab Ithilwen's hand, but relaxes shortly after as Qin doesn't do anything but place something in her hand. Though he is curious, he doesn't make a move to see what it is.
As Qin fades into the shadows, Fhaeo casts a glance to two of his rangers, offering them both a small nod. They both take the queue and follow along behind Qin, hiding themselves among their home forest as only elves can, tracking his movements as they go.
Meanwhile, Fhaeo approaches Ithilwen and Kor'Vain, a curious and serious expression on his features. He looks down at the seed in Ithilwen's hand and then looks at both of them as he speaks."Let Master Deacon take a look at that seed. In the meantime, how about you tell me of your friend and what to expect from him? He is most - unusual."
Ithilwen turns the seed in her hand and observes it. 'It does seem familiar to me but I can't put my finger on it of what kind of plant it belongs to'
She glances at Fhaeo. 'Qin basically said what he is. A monk of the balanced hand. We had some mutual travels along the sword coast. To say he is strange is an understatement. But I dare say I consider him a friend in a way.'
She then turns to Deacon. 'What would you say master Deacon? Would it be safe to plant this seed and see what it is?
Deacon eyes the seed in Ithilwen's hands. He then begins to shake his head. "We know little of this man. And even less about his 'gift'. Knows thee, he does. But that is no garuantee that this seed may not taint our home. Deacon has a plan though. This seed may NOT be planted within the soil of the Misty Forest: Though, we CAN plant within the protective enviroment of a... potted plant!"
Deacon smiles.
"That is right. A problem's solution is often a simple one. Preferably so. As simple as digging up some dirt and placing it within a large vase or clay or wooden pot. Placed within, near a window. Where it may grow but where its roots may not touch the soil of our home."
Krisyl'lyn packs up her belongings and leaves the camp outside the gates of the village. Having been there for a tenday with no offer to stay inside the gates she believes it is a lost cause and it's best to move on. The young elf urges Icicle to come with her, the leopard is reluctant but follows her friend into the Misty Forest. Before leaving Krisyl'lyn leaves a note for Luthien with the rangers. She asks that is is delivered to her once she is gone.
//The message is written in Elvish script//
The two keep just off the trail, moving from tree to tree, avoiding trouble when they happen across it. They search for a home....
mireigi wrote:Since both Kor'Vain and Ithilwen seem to trust this Qin person, Fhaeo doesn't react much to anything he does, but merely stands watch. His hands reflexively go to his twin warhammers the moment Qin grab Ithilwen's hand, but relaxes shortly after as Qin doesn't do anything but place something in her hand. Though he is curious, he doesn't make a move to see what it is.
As Qin fades into the shadows, Fhaeo casts a glance to two of his rangers, offering them both a small nod. They both take the queue and follow along behind Qin, hiding themselves among their home forest as only elves can, tracking his movements as they go.
Meanwhile, Fhaeo approaches Ithilwen and Kor'Vain, a curious and serious expression on his features. He looks down at the seed in Ithilwen's hand and then looks at both of them as he speaks."Let Master Deacon take a look at that seed. In the meantime, how about you tell me of your friend and what to expect from him? He is most - unusual."
Ithilwen turns the seed in her hand and observes it. 'It does seem familiar to me but I can't put my finger on it of what kind of plant it belongs to'
She glances at Fhaeo. 'Qin basically said what he is. A monk of the balanced hand. We had some mutual travels along the sword coast. To say he is strange is an understatement. But I dare say I consider him a friend in a way.'
She then turns to Deacon. 'What would you say master Deacon? Would it be safe to plant this seed and see what it is?
Deacon eyes the seed in Ithilwen's hands. He then begins to shake his head. "We know little of this man. And even less about his 'gift'. Knows thee, he does. But that is no garuantee that this seed may not taint our home. Deacon has a plan though. This seed may NOT be planted within the soil of the Misty Forest: Though, we CAN plant within the protective enviroment of a... potted plant!"
Deacon smiles.
"That is right. A problem's solution is often a simple one. Preferably so. As simple as digging up some dirt and placing it within a large vase or clay or wooden pot. Placed within, near a window. Where it may grow but where its roots may not touch the soil of our home."
Ithilwen smiles to Deacon.
'A potted plant. I hope it will not outgrow the pot too soon but it sounds like a good idea!'
She ponders and thinks out loud.
'Now where do I find myself a pot, and a good place to put it. Green fingers and me are just... Oh at least I could give it a try.'
“People are stupid. They can be made to believe any lie because either they want to believe it's true or because they are afraid it's true.”
In the late morning, when the rays of sun touched the village, a blindfolded Cor'Selu'Taar made her way through the village, the archmage guiding her towards the tavern by holding her hand, followed by Master Deacon and his animal companions. The scene looked rather comical to most. After candle-marks they left the tavern. A ranger was carrying a snoring Deacon gently to his mushroom, his animal companions in tow behind the ranger. A young elf appeared out of the tavern behind them as well, followed by a snow-leopard.
“People are stupid. They can be made to believe any lie because either they want to believe it's true or because they are afraid it's true.”
Selûne's lunar light vanished as a veil of clouds passed overhead and embraced the night sky. The air was thick and unpleasant. A shadow formed out of no-where. From it rose two tall figures - as black as the night itself, giants of shadow and darkness - with their pale eyes searching for prey. Having found their quarry, they swept upward from from the gloom. With long strides they escaped their shadowy host and thundered through the clearing, in the direction of Ithilwen, Kael and Deacon.
A circle of enchanted stones lay scattered around the place, like a protective perimeter. Each of them shining brightly in the dark. The shadows moved closer still. Kael moved in - standing infront of Ithilwen - like a lean sentinel, his hood arching over a determined face. Deacon zipped across the clearing and brought a brilliant stone close to one of the shadowy abominations. After being blinded and dazzled for a brief moment, the shadowy figure rose up and swept a large black claw across Deacon's face - the stone fell from his hands and shattered - and the light dimmed. Raising his amber-topped staff up in the air, Deacon cried an incantation and light burned down from the sky - forcing the shadows to retreat and vanish into nothingness.
The forest held its breath.
"This isn't over" Said Kael. "We must return to the village."
Luthien started walking in circles inside her home, as her foster daughters Luilla and Alierna played a game of tag with some wood elven boys outside. Those acquainted enough with the sun elven priestess would have been instantly capable of saying, without a doubt, that she was deeply troubled, as that was her typical nervous reactions to problems which needed all of her insight and wisdom to be solved. She started to talk to herself, after making sure that there was nobody and nothing inside her small hut to listen to her ramblings.
"That woman is more stubborn than a dwarf. Not even I can reach such heights, for Corellon's sake!"
"Though on the other hand, she is in an extremely dangerous predicament and, even worse, the whole village is endangered. I shouldn't condemn her stubborness, but..."
"What if she yelds to doubt once more, and refuses the communion? How can I ever explain her that this is necessary not only for her soul, but for the whole village's safety?"
"Yes, that would be a huge problem...I do not want to lose her...not after having already lost so many others...."
A slight rumble came from Luthien's belly, signaling her that her daughters wanted something to eat. Luthien took a few fruits from the basket on her hut's table and started to gingerly eat them, obviously more concerned with the current situation.
"No, I shall not yeld on this. Not now. Not ever. I never yelded before, and I certainly do not want to do it now."
"Yet...there is always a small risk in a communion with someone in her predicament...do you realize that you are a fool, Luthien? You are endangering not only your life, but the lives of your three unborn daughters. Is it something that a responsible parent would ever do?"
"...no, the risk is non-existant, as the divination has shown. Ithilwen needs all the help I can provide her. I shall not let fear compromise who I am - or what my duties ask me."
"Would you truly be willing to risk your life to save Ithilwen's soul, though? Despite your current condition?"
"Of course I would. The integrity of an elven soul is worth a lot more than an elven life. Even in case the worst happens, I shall always meet with my daughters in the glades of Arvanaith."
"Foolish, stupid Luthien...you should have realized by now that the tree that doesn't bend breaks. You could have bended so many times, making lives easier for everyone...you could have bended when Rhys and his little lapdog of Laitae threw you out of Doron Amar; you could have bended all those times in which Laitae stabbed you in the back; you could have bended when Sehlanna tried to manipulate not only you, but your wife...."
"And yet, I didn't. Bend too much, and you're already broken. It doesn't matter what Doron Amar says. Doesn't matter what the Radian Heart or the Dukes say. Doesn't matter if the whole Sword Coast decides that something wrong is something right.
This community, at the beginnings, was founded on one principle above all else: the requirement that we stand up for what we believe, no matter the odds, the risks, or the consequences. When everybody tells me to move, my job is to be as steady as the sturdiest of trees, and tell them all - "No, you move."
At that, Luthien stopped walking in circles, gazing at the window to see her daughters play with the youngs of the village, their merry laughters causing a smile to form on her lips.
"I will help you, Ithilwen, no matter the odds."
Shamshir wrote:It seems that when coming to RPGs nowadays, common sense is like the Abominable Snowman: everyone knows what it is, but none has really seen it.
Passersby notice Krisyl'lyn's makeshift lean-to by the pond once more. Every so often they may spy a snow leopard bounding around the treeline of the village, hot on the hunt. The young elven female can often be seen tending to her camp, or hunting in the nearby woods. She always offers some of her game to the village, be it rabbit, squirrel or mushrooms and berries she has collected.
Those of the village that ask her why she is there get a softly spoken reply, "I have earned the sponsorship of Luthien, Ithilwen and Kael the Archmage of the village. I was told by the later two to remain here and await my trial. Is there anything I might do for you while I wait? Healing herbs and salves? Fresh rabbit or squirrel? Perhaps some juicy berries picked just this morn?" She smiles and politely awaits their answer...
Mendel returns with Nai from the South and notices the familiar figures of Krisyl'lyn's and her companion. He smiles as she shares her game with the villagers, then aproaches Krisyl'lyn and asks her how she has been. Upon learning of her desire to stay amongst them, he looks at her and ponders for a moment, berore replying
"The trial is meant as a small display of your willingnes, to selflessly help our kin and our community in general. Currently, the wild elves are always in need for more Troll hides for tents and our healers are always in need of beetle shells for their potions. You can do either of them if you please.
But for you in specific there is another Trial you can take, if you choose so. One of our kin, a druid that goes by the name Athalandiel will need a companion, preferably a druid, for a travel. If you decide to help her, you are to do so without asking for anything in return.
I will leave the choice of the trial up to you"
Mendel steps back, waiting for Krisyl'lyn's reply and any questions she might have.
The young elf gives Mendel a broad smile and says to him in a soft voice,
"I would be happy to do all three to prove myself resourceful to the village. The beetle shells and troll hides are an easy enough hunt... How many of each? Can I ask you where Athalandiel's travels will take them? Of course I will provide companionship for her on her way. I'm just curious as to the where of it...and the when, for that matter..."
She looks eager to please Mendel, she is noticeably excited to become one of the village.
Mendel smiles more than satisfied with her answer.
"Twenty troll hides and 10 beetle shells will suffice. As for your last question, i believe that it is a discussion between you and her. Athalandiel is Either hunting far to the South or can be seen at the FAI. I will let her know of decision to help. Who knows, maybe she finds you"
*As Nai approaches with Mendel, she is shifted in the Huge white Winter Wolf shape and Nim her Arctic wolf companion not far behind. Ever watchful and protective, she stares at the new elven girl, Krisyl'lyn and her companion, with her piercing green eyes as if trying to look into her soul.*
"Nai shift back." *Mendel says shaking his head with a grin at Nai...* "Okay"... * she says making some little growly noises in protest before shifting back to her feral elven form, but not before licking Mendel's face with her big wet wolfish tongue. Still staring at Krisyl'lyn and sniffing the air trying to get her scent, she waits for Mendel to finish speaking then introduces herself if Mendel hadn't already. * "I Nai... Nai am Mendel mate." *She says in her primitive common language, pointing at herself with a smile.* "This be's Nim, Nim is Nai pup. Who her is girl?" *She awaits her reply while waving to the others in the village*
Nai'Kabael Dy'thilen - Feral Elven DruidessNai's Bio / Former ArchDruidess of The Elder Circle Shynt'Riina - Faern of Sshamath's School of Necromancy and Apprentice of ValsharShynt's Bio
Vel'Rachel Rae - Little sister of Razilli, Rachael lynn and Rasharto Rae
