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

A fire blazes from the Woods of Sharp teeth. Crys of Battle could be heard as Lightning and Fire absorb the area in an array of colors and smoke, blood fills the soil decaying the trees and plants that grow there. Battle horns sound off as an orc rallying cry as a small battalion surrounds a masked man in purple armor accompanied by an army of Demon and Devils.

The Battle Raged on the Demon and Devils setting ablaze to the nearby trees and the man conjuring storms of Heavy Rain and Lightning adding to the carnage!

A man in in a brown hood, his face hidden and his body coated in a icy outline, spots the battle as it rages on! A fierce battle between that of Orcs and Demons flood the area in sounds of war! Weapons and Spells Clash together causing more destruction and chaos as the wood animals being to follow their seances and flee from the area.

The Brown hooded man of ice runs to warn a party of adventures not far from the area about the battle that rages on in the northern woods. Telling tales of Fires and Storms cascading from the area! The party thanks the man for the warning them then heading out towards where the battle rages on!

Once they arrive there is nothing to be seen. . . a view charred trees outline what was the recent field of battle as all is quiet. . . As they would happen to explore deeper they would witness the Bloody trails of orc and demon blood alike. . . Although there seems to be outlaying bodies it could be determined that the bodies were dragged off in a some sort of a flee as pieces of chain mail and broken weaponry outlay the grounds more then the soil itself.

Then. . . That is where they witnessed it. . . The Towering Balors and crawling spawn of demons approach from the north accompanied by a masked man in purple carrying a spear that rang with the sounds of a almost deafening screech of electricity that flowed through the steel features of the spear. He seems to be in a defensive state as his magics proved to be that of offensive and defensive and his clothing soaked in blood as well as the Balors and Demons accompanying him.

Within seconds a battle between the party and the Balors raged on more clashes of magic and weaponry sounded off within the hills of the Sharp teeth! Screeches of agony filled the skies as the Balors and Flooding Hell Spawn were brought down by the party leaving all but the masked man who accompanied them. The masked man and the party quickly sprung into battle leaving little for the imagination for those who bared witness to this epic battle!

But alas! End the end the party reined victorious even with heavy casualties. And the Balors. . . Demons. . . as well as the man lied upon the soils limp and lifeless. . . The party without hesitation set ablaze the body of the summoner and banished the fiendish summons leaving the smell of burning flesh and a hint of cooked mushroom filling the air. . . All that was left. . .


Was a handful of mushrooms that lied next to the burning corpse of the man. . . and a book unaffected by the flames.

Elyssa sat on the bench in the temple of the Seldarine. With apparent thoughtfulness to her, she looked distant to whichever thoughts had preoccupied her. A small lick of a staff on the stone shook her awake to the present. There Eva stood, bowing reverently before entering the circle of pillars. A smile formed to Elyssa's lips, rising up to embrace her cousin. Eva stood with her arms spread, staff dictated high. Her eyes were drifted shut, like one might imagine a princess enjoying her bedchambers. With a deft twirl, Eva placed her hands softly on Elyssa's shoulders.

"You are home." Elyssa said, with warmth radiating from her voice. "I am ulways home, wherever I go. But I am where I belolng" Eva said, putting her forehead to Elyssa's. "That you do" the sun elf replied with a sigh, her smile turned to a weighted one. "I divined more about the spider." "How fortuitous" Eva said, angling her head just a little bit. She walked to the altar proper, to tidy the outdoor arena. "And wolt have you seen, darling?" The sun elf rubbed along her lips thoughtfully. "Combined with what you had seen, and what Berea has ..it is showing something that makes me... " She sighed, interrupting her rithme. "Confused to say the least. Or I am not accepting a truth." Eva turned around, arms folded behind her back. "Wolt preciseleh?"



Elyssa recounted the tale and the two shared their thoughts. "I'd betta get my things assembled in the Jest, and catch ulp oln things for a little while... perhaps sing by the bridge for a hour or two." Elyssa reached to Eva for a quick hug, "The heart lifts with you taking a spot at the temple again." Eva pauses her hop off the altar, to smile fondly and hug unto Elyssa. "Be at ease darling.. it'll be alright." As the moon elf pulled away, the elf starts working on her pipes. Apparently, the reverence in her tone is as thick as fog, makes it ring wonderfully through the locale. The sun elf remained by the altar, watching Eva depart. She turned to it, running her hands over the surface of the wood. She stayed ruminating just a bit longer, before she too departed.

*Eowiel, having just returned from a long scouting trip, has been seen by the rangers heading, weary, and dusty, toward the Council Hall. She appeared in good health, though dirty and a bit ragged from her long expedition*

Following the events after the ceremony in Beregost, in the Wizards Tower last eve, allegations were explored, questions asked and a story told, by a Priestess in the presence of three different Tel-Quessir. The priestess may have been seen with her blade returned to her, after long candlemarks had passed.

Through the night and morn, Elyssa sat in a deep reverie in the hopes of insights. By the morning light another joined her in the temple. Viridiana stood in reverence and silent prayer to her patron, where she slumbered into for the next few hours. A new dawn, a new day.

Blackhorizon wrote:A visitor arrives one evening in flowing robes. She offers the blessings of the Daughter of the Night Skies to the guards at the gate. The priestess spends a few hours on the platform looking over the river in quiet meditation and prayer when the moon is high. Later she spends some time listening to kin and offering counsel.

During her stay, Fierilith will doubtless encounter Onna'evatril.

The druidess would of course be seen smiling wide on her at every opportunity, though steering clear of her, for some reason. Instead, speaking quietly with those that she interacts as a means of granting her absolute freedom in her priestly duties, while maintaining her own delicate touch on the society around them.

Syracuse wrote:During her stay, Fierilith will doubtless encounter Onna'evatril.

The druidess would of course be seen smiling wide on her at every opportunity, though steering clear of her, for some reason. Instead, speaking quietly with those that she interacts as a means of granting her absolute freedom in her priestly duties, while maintaining her own delicate touch on the society around them.

Fierlith would mention to Onna'evatril that Elyssa asked after her. She'd also make note of Eva's behavior but would not try to press for Eva's attention.

Otherwise she would speak with those wishing to do so – news, friendly banter, stories ... She offers aid if there is need – be it healing, counsel or otherwise merely lending an ear.

Not wishing to overstay her visit, she takes the road again in a few days. Leaving a box of vials on the counter, filled with blessed water.

*Eowiel is seen at a camp site on the hillside for a few days, gathering supplies and making a travelling kit. She takes a long reverie and then rises, her kit packed tightly and her gear well stowed, and heads toward the gate with what appears to be enough gear for a long journey. She walks out of Doron Amar and heads toward the Uldoon Trail, and quickly fades into the the woods*

A basket filled with various seasonal fruits, a wedge of cheese, and a bottle of wine is sent to Doron Amar. The sealed letter in the midst of the delectable items is addressed to "Moondancer Onna'Evatril" and bears a return address of "Seekers' Quarters, Candlekeep."

TarnishedSoul wrote: A basket filled with various seasonal fruits, a wedge of cheese, and a bottle of wine is sent to Doron Amar. The sealed letter in the midst of the delectable items is addressed to "Moondancer Onna'Evatril" and bears a return address of "Seekers' Quarters, Candlekeep."

Fresh from a trek through the woods, Eva might be spotted for a significant amount of time surveying the basket of delights left for her.

The elf bends over to pluck a letter from the basket, and begin to quietly read. Her cheeks flourishing with color shortly after, and a quiet, thought thoroughly appreciative smile takes her lips.

For the rest of the evening, she can be seen quietly indulging in a single glass of wine, fruit, and contemplation along the bench before the banner of the Triune Goddess.

"I have good friends." a simple statement, a simple nod, and a simple, genuine smile.