Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

Alsarias would approach those gathered to tend the injured elf and make certain they have anything they need, be it herbal medicines, food for those aiding the fallen, fresh water and even a place in the Everan's Jest for any all all who seek a moments rest, especially Isiloia.

In his calm and fatherly voice, "Take anything and everything you need, friends. You may all stay here to see her strength returned and beyond that time as you see fit..." The elf's voice loses the soothing edge for a moment, "Then we will discuss how this happened to a child of the Seldarine."

Once life was restored to her sister, Deleniel started fretting and emotions washes off her in waves. Crying and smiling, her mood changes repeatedly between teary relief and angered scolding. "Stupid, careless, stubborn girl. . . " is often muttered in sylvan, with the affection that only family can bring to bear. Followed by promises of Isiolia's favoured meals and reminiscence of happenings in their childhood.

Deleniel is also more responsive, answering questions and focusing on others, but becomes quiet when the topic drifts onto what transpired.

Commander Al’maire is seen traversing the Wood of Sharp Teeth in the late afternoon, his determined steps taking him deeper into the wood as he strides forth until the sight of Doron Amar blinks into view.

He’s stopped when he comes to the bridge as the elven archers train their arrows on him with a keen eye.

He waves a rolled parchment about in his gloved hands, a golden ribbon swaying gently in the breeze as he does so. The crest dedicated to the Song of the Morning proudly displays on its face.

The letter is promptly delivered.

[[ PM Sent. ]]

A half-elf was seen walking into town with the elf known as Calinde Elestar. After having seen the entire town of Doron Amar they retreated to the tavern with their two companions, where they sang and drank 'till late.

The next day it was heard the half-elf, known as Drake Nair, was persuaded by Calinde to become citizen of Doron Amar. After receiving her signature, he was seen walking through the town, looking for ways to gain favor of the other citizens, hoping to receive the other required signatures.

/// If anyone is willing to RP with me in Doron Amar, I'd be more than happy to! I live in a GMT+1 timezone and usually play between 20.00 and 23.00 on weekdays. Different times in weekends

A messenger on horse, who presumably can find their way to Doron Amar, arrives in hurry to the gate of Doron Amar, leaving a message with the guards for Councillor Alsarias.

A hooded female with dusky skin, silver hair and an elven cast to her features approaches the gates of Doron Amar, raising her empty hands in the sign for peace.

*speaking in a thick and foreign elven creol* I am Rilae'ar'an, and wish to be heard.

She then sits and waits patiently.

A hal elven warrioress would open the Gate and answer:

"Then you may enter and speak."

roke42 wrote:A hal elven warrioress would open the Gate and answer:

"Then you may enter and speak."

Bows her head respectfully and enters the village, carefully and reverently bearing bundle of white linen embroidered with the symbol of a single blade crossing a full moon.

A lone Templar wearing a resplendent golden cloak can be seen hovering at the gates of Doron Amar.

Once approached he cautiously hands over a scroll to one of the village. It hosts the symbol of the Song of the Morning in Beregost.

"Please," the man states in a somewhat exhausted tone. "It is a matter of some urgency that the letter finds it's way to the Council."

Miasmata wrote:A lone Templar wearing a resplendent golden cloak can be seen hovering at the gates of Doron Amar.

Once approached he cautiously hands over a scroll to one of the village. It hosts the symbol of the Song of the Morning in Beregost.

"Please," the man states in a somewhat exhausted tone. "It is a matter of some urgency that the letter finds it's way to the Council."

Alsarias walks near the gate as he was leaving the village. His pace slows as he hears a familiar voice speaking with an Evereskan ranger. He calls out to the visitor, "Eldarian...?"

////RP finished in game

An odd sight is to be had as the rays of dawn scatter across the wood leading to Doron Amar this morning.

A fully armored man with a golden cloak can be seen hefting a large crate over his shoulder as he makes his way to the elven settlement. His features are skewered by a grey hood but any sight caught of them lend to the revelation that he is highly contemplative and perhaps a line of anticipation drags across his brow.

Once at the bridge he places the crate down and pulls back his hood to allow his golden hair to dance in the breeze, easily recognizable to keen elven eyesight. He smiles at a Ranger as he nears and he holds out two separate letters with the crest of the Song of the Morning in gloved fingers to pass along within the village.

“The crate,” Eldarian states with a gesture to his feet.". . . should go to the Councilors first. If they deem the contents worthy . . . they will give you further instruction. I only ask for haste on delivering these things. Time draws nigh.”

A warm smile paints the man’s lips for a moment before he places a fist to his heart and bows respectfully to those on watch.

“Dawn Bless,” he states as he turns on a heel and disappears back between the winding paths of trees once more.

A bird nests atop one of the trees in Doron Amar with a small scroll tied to its foot. It eyes the people moving to and fro with careful, beady eyes before it spots its target and begins to swoop down to the figure.

The symbol of a sun is clearly stamped on the outside of the scroll.

A large werewolf, its silver fur shimmering in the moonlight, carefully makes its way to the gates of Doron Amar. There it holds out a magnificent amulet crafted from the finest of moonstones, for any elves on guard to see.

"Greetings, good elves. I am Iithar, from the Tribe of Selûne. I come on behalf of my elders, to relay a message to you. I must speak to one of your Councilors, with utmost haste. We may have found a way to defeat Vehlarr."

The werewolf would then bow politely, awaiting a response.

*Eowiel moves to the gate, not before collecting one of the many sheaves of blessed silver arrows given to the elves by their allies. She slows her approach as she nears the gate, her bow shouldered. She moves unthreateningly toward the large werewolf, her hands at her sides*

Hello. I am Eowiel Le'liana, Hand Councilor. Welcome to Doron Amar.

*Inspecting the werewolf carefully *Spot 51* she looks for signs that this one might not be of Selune*

*she opens the gate either way, confident in the ability of her bow and of the rangers around her to deal with this werewolf if it becomes a threat*

Enter, and be at ease.