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

kellendril wrote:*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.

Alsarias Would join Eowiel and the lycan, his own bow in its sheath on his back as always. If he is addressed, he would nod with a kind smile and a warm greeting, then wait to allow Eowiel to introduce him to the guest.

The silver-haired werewolf would stand unthreateningly before the scrutinizing gaze of the two elves, its positioning making as large a target as possible for them to shoot at should they desire to, with one hand outstretched and the other still holding out the moonstone necklace. The werewolf would bow courteously to them, before cautiously accepting the invitation to pass through the open gates and into their village. Once inside it would look around in wonder, touched by the natural beauty of the place. Iithar would then turn to address the two elves.

"You are right to be weary at this time, as not all is always as it seems. However, my tribe would sooner destroy one of these amulets than to allow a Malarite to hold it, so you can rest assured that I am true. I wish to speak to you in private if possible, as this information should not be heard by unfriendly ears."

*Eowiel would introduce Alsarias*

This *she passes her hand toward Als*

Is Alsarias, our Head Councilor. We can move to a more private location if you would like. I can understand your desire to have a few less ears about.

*turning to Alsarias*

THe rangers tell me his name is lithar. *She looks back to the werewolf* Is this correct?

Iithar nods his head.

"Yes, my name is Iithar, of the Tribe of the Moon." He dips into a bow at the introduction. "It is an honor for two Councillors to arrive so quickly. Please lead somewhere safe."

The trio head to the meeting hall and disappear within for a very private meeting.

A young woman could be seen stumbling out of the brush and fidgeting nervously performing an interpretive dance at the gates to Doron Amar, an oilskin sack slung over one shoulder, and distinctly out of breath. She holds up a sheet of paper and a card and motions with them towards the sentries standing guard.

Once relieved of the papers, she would down the contents of a vial and turn to scamper off.

Nai and Mendel visit Doron Amar. This time things are different though since they both got offered extended citizenship, as part of the initiatives that are taken to bring the two elven communities closer. They enter the gates and after greeting the Evereskan rangers they walk hand-in-hand inside the village.

Most places are familiar to them and filled with memories, especially for Mendel. They stand over the bridge and take a few moments standing on top of it while watching the waterfall and the beautiful scenery.

While Nai gets distracted by the children gatehred around her, Mendel gets the chance and walks to the building with the Mathora's archives. Once there he searches for his old reports, a bright smile is drawn on his face once he finds them and reads them.

Alsarias would smile and greet the pair, after they greet him of course. He would speak briefly to them but would allow them their space to wander around their second home and explore it freely. The smile on his face is unmistakable satisfaction.

Charraj approaches the borders of Doron Amar and leaves a message.

Greetings,

I am writing to request an audience with Alsarias, whom I understand to be the current leader of Doron Amar. If I have been misinformed as to his position, I apologize for my error. In the event that Alsarias is unable or unwilling to grant me audience, I request to speak with anyone else who might know about the burial arrangements of the half-elf named Catam. He was a dear friend to me, and I wish to pay my respects when the time comes.

Yours,

-Charraj "Cain" yn Khalim el Khanh

*Councilor Eowiel would be seen within Doron Amar's walls, speaking to each and every ranger on watch, apparently regarding the werewolf presence*

DM Boo wrote:A small camp of werewolves appears just on the outskirts outside Doron Amar, quite close to its borders. They do not seem to be hostile.

From the underbrush of the wood, a certain druidess prowls. Cloaked by the dark cover of the forest, she strides swiftly, unhindered, through the leaves and the branches. Her bare feet silent, she makes naught but a quiet step through the Sharpteeth woods.

She makes to her hilltop camp, just outside the Elven village. There, she sharpens her blades and makes ready for a Hunt.

A man in heavy armor and a golden cloak can be seen hovering on the bridge of Doron Amar with a few missives in hand; to keen elven eyes the missives boast the seal of the Song of the Morning.

Once they are removed from his person, the templar bows with a fist over his heart and departs in a wordless, solemn manner.