Doron Amar Role-Play

[Alsarias]

Alsarias leaves a report regarding the drow he killed in the Everan's Jest should any of the citizens or visitors want to read it.

While I was returning to the village, I encountered two individuals that seemed to not be traveling together near the main gate. One was a human female in reddish leather armor and the other was a female drow shrouded in gray silks, including a covering over its face. It seemed to be singing when I approached but became nervous when it noticed me and used its hands to cover its face.

The drow spoke in elven but its accent was not typical. I asked it if it needed aid in common and it said yes in elven. The drow then said, "I am looking for..." but instead of completing the thought, it looked up to the rain that was currently falling. I asked it why it was uncomfortable. With its hands still over its face, the drow stated it was not feeling well, which I perceived as a lie. It then said it should leave. I offered assistance again and added that it needed to reveal its face which prompted the reply of, "I need to go, I just need to go."

As the drow tried to leave it slipped on the wet slope near the Sign of Laws. As it fell I was able to catch it. I expressed to the drow that hiding its face causes distrust to which it stated "the light burns." I reached for its mask as the drow panicked and pulled the fabric down. Seeing its ebony skin, I rhetorically asked, "Are you dhaerow?" The response was a conjuring of magical darkness while spouting "Please don't hurt me!". I struck the drow and rendered it unconscious.

When I brought a blade to the drow's neck, someone shook a nearby bush. I completed Ilmater's mercy upon the drow and called out for the bush shaker to show herself. Only when I took bow in hand and aimed at the bush did she come out of hiding.

She stated her name as Mina West from Baldur's Gate and claimed she was just passing by when I began interacting with the drow. I asked her to help me dispose of the corpse. Once inside I continued to press the woman and she continued to hold on to her story. As she had broken none of our laws, it was not right to detain her, though I did offer her that option while I confirmed her identity. After more claims of telling the truth and my stating reasons for distrust, Mina West left. I asked the rangers to burn the corpse before returning to the meeting hall.

Even if a drow is encountered and claims good will, do not hesitate to act definitively. I admonished myself for my hesitation. Once I saw the ebony face, I did not react before the drow could summon its darkness. Any evil drow seeking a way to foster trust would readily use a guise as a worshiper of any of the many goodly deities of any race.

Vigilance will allow us to see our enemies but diligence is vital when acting against a potential threat. Some may think us callous and wicked in this, but our history with the dhaerow is written in the blood of our kin under moon, stars and sun who did not have vigilance and diligence.

Alsarias Lythar, Head Councilor
The Village of Doron Amar

[Tantive]

A woman had approached the Gates of Doron Amar, she lowered her hood showing her golden hair and elven ears. Bowing her head to the guards, she entered. The talk is that she had spoken with no one, spent hours reading in the Mage Tower. The guard at the Seldarine shrine noticed the woman had spent the entire night praying at the Shrine, from when the sun had set, until hours after the sun had risen gain. With but a brief replenishing of her energies at the tavern, she had left the town with little to no words spoken.

[NeonAvenger]

A gnome dressed in blue has been seen spending much time at the library in the tower of Doron Amar.

[Syracuse]

Rumour quickly spreads that Lieutenant Armstrong of the Flaming Fist returned successful from his mission to emancipate the abducted refugees, with nine in total being rescued. It is said that this act of gallantry has slated him for promotion, and the adventurers who accompanied him, Medals of Valour.

A separate rumour begins to circulate, sourced primarily from the rescued refugees, about the Gang working for drow slavers. They also insinuate that the Gang abandoned their stolen treasures in their haste to flee the wrath of the Flaming Fist. When asked why the Fist did not recover them, they say that Captain Armstrong said with the potential threat of drow coming to claim their slaves it was unwise to linger in the area, and that their safety was paramount over a few trinkets of gold or silver.

Elves of the village of Doron Amar may murmur over the exuberant nature of Onna'evatril regarding the news of the defeat of the Toecutters. The druidess would be seen within the tavern, encouraging her brothers and sisters to drink and feast, and to give praise to the Seldarine.

"It wulls the skills of my cousin." She would insist, while telling the tale. "We tracked her quarry. We touched nature herself. And though these poor folk were nearly lost to the dhaerrow - Hope and Tel'quessir skill has ripped them frolm the grasp of enslavement to the vile. Isioviel is a girl going places, and were it nolt for her intervention - these humans would be lost."

"But let the Captain have his promotion." The elf girl would giggle gleefully, that mischievous sparkle in her eyes. "He'll know he was helped. He'll recull - it was elves. It was the blood of Corellon, that saved his people. Rejoice! Sing!"

Much of the day would be spent with Onna'evatril dancing with nearly anyone willing, woman or man, while encouraging more rounds and celebration for the ending of dhaerrow villainy. Those who would seek to, would have the druid's ear to give praise to the Triune and Sehanine, for her keen perceptions into the night, and the defense of the world under the night sky.

[Syracuse]

A somber ceremony is held within the outdoor temple of the Seldarine today, as Onna'evatril gives prayers up to the Gods for the safety of their kin, though one name is murmured softly in particular. A pleading to return their kin home, safely. Or to grant them the strength to reclaim their wayward sister.

The ceremony, though moody, would still include whispered bouts of lyrical worship, Onna's massive eyes locked onto the banner of the Triune. Gifts of fresh fruit she has labored to extract from the Woods of Sharp Teeth are settled into bowls before several banners, Corellon, Angharradh, Sehanine, Hanali, Aerdrie and Fenmarel Mestarine. The air is permeated with a perfumed scent of burning incense.

[Tantive]

The wizards tower had activity this day, entering the tower was a golden haired elf named Elyssa, who spent her time in the scrolls and books in study. Celasorsan entered and left the tower towards the woods a few times the day, covered in blood and matted hair. A certain foul smell spread through the stairway, with a door opening up at random too.
Councillor Eowiel made her way up the tower as well, where they had remained for few hours.
Rhys Feivre was seen walking about village and the tower later in the day, a face rarely seen anymore.

With her nose deep in the books of Gate, her study of the subject continued throughout the night and day. In the top floor of the tower, the golden haired elf would be seen in candlelight of two, immersed on the topic. Her face in worry, as she laid her thoughts bare in elven to herself. "Strong enough to breach a veil, this should do." With a sigh she sat back in the chair, her eyes closed in finishing her thought."...but I am mired in uncertainty."

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The elf continued her study in the many hours that followed. Admonishing herself she should have spoken with Rhys, Master of the Tower on the subject. When the next opportunity shows, she would not forget to ask. She was later on seen having drifted into a reverie in the chair she sat, sunken into the chair in her fatigue.

[kellendril]

*Having left the mage tower, Eowiel would make her way quickly to the Council Hall, then disappear inside for a short while, then re-emerge with a few envelopes in her hands. She calls to a ranger, who she hands the envelopes. After whispered words are exchanged, the ranger hurries to the gate and fades into the woods. Eowiel then heads toward the Jest, hoping to find Deleniel, of Dharasha, still there*

[Empoweredfan]

Deleniel is still there. The green skinned elf is seated outside the inn, enjoying the rays of sunshine by having her hat tipped up high on her head.

[kellendril]

*Seeing Deleniel, Eowiel approaches with a warm smile and they have a discussion*

[Tantive]

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Returning to Doron Amar, she spent the night in the tower. Bringing book up and down to read, she had found a fondness at the higher floor. Only coming out of the tower once, to nourish and replenish in the tavern, she took time to inquire where Rhys might have gone. If his whereabouts was known. With a bottle under her arm, and a bit of food in cloth, she went back up the stairs, reading until she fell into a reverie. "Soon a trial should be performed"

[BlueHero45]

Rhys Feivra can be seen wondering around Doron Amar trying to catch up on current events and sharing the secrets of Beholder anatomy to new faces.

[Tantive]

Elyssa came down from the tower, visited the shrine finding Eowiel. They had a discussion which not soon after Celasorsan joined. It was a long one. Elyssa returned back to the tower after, spending the night.

[Hoihe]

Hoihe and Onna'Evatril, after Hoihe's bringing of a Xela Cannister, seem to while away the night in quest of identity by the Seldarine's shrine.

Eventually, 5000 gold coins were left in donation to the three goddesses' honour.

[Tantive]

Elyssa Symbaern stood on the hill, noticing a ranger at the gate standing at the ready as a man in armor descended from the road. Walking down to meet with this armored figure, she peered through the gate. He held both hands up in the air, and a warm smile on his features. With a wave of recognition she said to the guards "Let him in". "My thanks," he states warmly, although something dark lurks on his features.

"What brings you here, Knight-Commander?" She asked Eldarian Al'maire, as he was invited through the gate. "Unfortunate word that has been brought to me by a Knight-Errant of the Duchal Court." He told her, with a few glances about. "Is there somewhere privately we may speak? I seek a Councilor or three but I trust you to bring word to them". "Official business?" She asked, raising her hand gesturing them forward up the path. "They are unavailable at the moment but I can pass along everything you need me to. Let us converse."

Making their way along the path, with the sound of crashing water, the rustles of leaves beside them Elyssa asked how the Knight had fared. "Busy," he admits. "But it helps idle hands from groping toward darkness." "How private does this need to be?" she asks. He glances toward the patio and then her. "Well, I would not want to scare the villagers walking about nor any children who come listening in. I know elven ears are pristine," he smiles softly toward the woman. "But I leave it to you." She smiles to him, understandingly. "Then to alleviate concerns, I'll lead us to the tower. Come, this way." She said soft.

The pair remained not even half a candlemark in the Tower. After his news had been passed along, the elf wished the Knight a fare well with blessings. She stood at the door to the tower as the Knight-Commander Al'maire left, her expression filled with concern. Turning around, closing the door behind her, she had immediate writing to do.

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With a scroll in hand, she went to find Eowiel with haste. After she departed to Candlekeep.

[Tantive]

An elven woman made camp across the water. She sat silently, taking care of her supplies, waxing her bowstring. The rest of the time she would be seen staring at the water. She would speak if any had approached her.

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Somewhere in the night, the woman would have left her camp behind.