Doron Amar Role-Play

[Tantive]

Elyssa with dejected expression to her features returned in the night with Aeili the Mystran. Some conversations were had in the Jest, one of magic and history. Aeili retired to her reveries. Elyssa stayed awake, returning North in the afternoon until late in the night. Returning, her fatigued and unrested self, found her way to Eowiel's office. She sat there, waiting in Eowiel's chair.

[kellendril]

*Having spent a full day scouting the BLack Orc activity between Triel and Soubar, Eowiel returns to Doron Amar, dusty and more than a little bloodied. She doesn't talk of the crusted on blood, or the rough shape of her traveling robes as she moves to the Council Hall*

[kellendril]

*hours pass as Eowiel and others are in the Council Hall*

[freekender]

The wood elf bard Myrualae, who nowadays can be spotted outside the Friendly Arm Inn, it's said to have been invited to visit Doron Amar as a guest of the mage Sirion. Rumours said that the singer looks less sad than she uses to be and that their songs, although still beautiful, seem less dissonant and more harmonious (they are still a bit dissonant for the inexpert ear).

[Pimple]

((This isn't going to be the most eloquent post you ever read. I just decided forum RP is a thing and will be putting a few things out there without too many details.))

After the falling out between Kalidorian and Xelarian, Sirion could have been seen entering Cloakwood not long after Xelarian, his apprentice Viridiana and the human Jordynn. Hours later the party returns to the Friendly Arm together, Jordynn and Sirion covered in blood and Sirion sometimes grasping his left arm; upon closer inspection, a bite mark.. Not long thereafter he could have been seen visiting temples from the Friendly Arm and south to Nashkel, and over the next few days those who know him will have noticed him being guarded in the presence of Xelarian. A week hence his reservations seem to have passed.

More recently he may briefly have have been seen in the company of a Thayan Knight. Days later, a Red Wizard went around the Friendly Arm asking for him. Bystanders will have witnessed him passing on a book. A few nearby elves may have recognized the book from previously, when Sirion was asking questions about the church of Myrkul.

Most recently a number of adventurers will have seen him favoring his left leg, and he is now struggling to maintain his otherwise... cheerful disposition around Elrie'wien Tin'ae.

[Tsidkenu]

Elyssa with dejected expression to her features returned in the night with Aeili the Mystran. Some conversations were had in the Jest, one of magic and history. Aeili retired to her reveries. Elyssa stayed awake, returning North in the afternoon until late in the night. Returning, her fatigued and unrested self, found her way to Eowiel's office. She sat there, waiting in Eowiel's chair.

The Mystran had indeed entered the gates of Doron Amar alongside Elyssa Symbaern yesterday. The bladesinger would have seemed a little worse for wear, as if something had significantly drained her. The Mystran was assisting her to reach the Jest, where the two entered and rested for some time by the fireplace. They spent some time discussing news regarding Celestia's recent return to the land of the living, as well as a long discussion about spell research and item enchantment.

*Having spent a full day scouting the BLack Orc activity between Triel and Soubar, Eowiel returns to Doron Amar, dusty and more than a little bloodied. She doesn't talk of the crusted on blood, or the rough shape of her traveling robes as she moves to the Council Hall*

Aeili remained in Doron Amar's guest quarters and seemed rather relieved when Eowiel returned alive. The priestess would naturally enquire about possible injuries sustained by the ranger and prepare herbal poultices for her if it was deemed necessary.

[kellendril]

*Eowiel, when she awoke from a brief reverie in the Council Hall, would find her way to the Inn to speak with Aeili to assure her that she is well and her wound, while deep and rather sore, would heal fully, showing her a rather long and nasty looking welt down her right side, where a sharp blade obviously caught her. Some form of magical healing was obviously applied, and the wound had been closed*

((PM sent with conversational parts of the meeting

[kellendril]

*Following her meeting with Aeili, Eowiel sends a message north by runner*

[Tantive]

Elyssa spent the night in the council building, being in a lengthenned reverie to recover depleted reserves. On her waking she went to Eowiel's office, writing a message on a scroll and leaving it on her desk. She was seen exiting the building soon after

[Tantive]

Two elves returned in the night, a flash of a teleport. They greeted the rangers at the gate. Elyssa carrying a tall but flat package which was brought to the Wizards Tower. Eowiel went to find her rest.

[Syracuse]

Eva's latest coming and going is interrupted by the welcome sight of her cousins Aeili, and Elyssa.

The pair share a lengthy discussion along the terrace outside the Jest, which leads the moon elf to inaudible tears. Whatever was discussed has apparently wracked the druid with many feelings she can not handle, while quietly explaining herself.

Her departure comes with a longing look outside the gate to the settlement. She lingers for entirely too long, miserable. And then, she is gone.

[Kanada]

The sun elf spellblade and wizard Kanai has spoken with Sirion and Elyssa about the Doon Amar community and sent a formal notice to its gate requesting a tour of the mage tower.

[Tantive]

Elyssa returned through the gate with battle wounds and her hand to her head, clutching at a soreness. Once her hood was brushed back, one could tell a lock of her hair was missing, cut it would look like.

[AlexBnt]

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[Tantive]

An elven ranger cloaked with hood and cloth in colors of the forrest walked across the bridge, stopping midway looking up at the rangers in their vigil. Her eyes sad and in a slight daze, she pulled her hood down speaking with a soft and weary tinted voice in the elven tongue to them. "I wish to pray at the temple," she uttered, with her hand tense, gripping tightly on her right wrist.