En Dharasha Everae RP thread

[Solaris]

The First Mage stood there, motionless in front of him as her eyes locked with his. A hint of rage hidden in her eyes for the keen observer to find. ''Indeed we did walk this path before and I would have believed you to know when to follow me and when not to by now. Why are you not standing with our brothers and sisters for Doron Amar? That I am not there myself makes me feel angry enough, but both of us missing...'' She shook her head slowly. She then stepped over the remnants of Kael's simulacrum to stop close in front of him. ''And yet again, you take a lot of risks. You do realize that when a weave like this one hits you, you'll die in an instant? What were you thinking? A simple sending could have sufficed!'' Her expression changed all of a sudden as something she hadn't thought of entered her mind. ''Sending...'' She walked past Kael with a steady pace, moving up towards the cave's corridor.

[Invoker]

The First Mage stood there, motionless in front of him as her eyes locked with his. A hint of rage hidden in her eyes for the keen observer to find. ''Indeed we did walk this path before and I would have believed you to know when to follow me and when not to by now. Why are you not standing with our brothers and sisters for Doron Amar? That I am not there myself makes me feel angry enough, but both of us missing...'' She shook her head slowly. She then stepped over the remnants of Kael's simulacrum to stop close in front of him. ''And yet again, you take a lot of risks. You do realize that when a weave like this one hits you, you'll die in an instant? What were you thinking? A simple sending could have sufficed!'' Her expression changed all of a sudden as something she hadn't thought of entered her mind. ''Sending...'' She walked past Kael with a steady pace, moving up towards the cave's corridor.

The Archmage's eyebrow went higher and higher as she talked, laughing softly when she described his death at her hand scenario. When she mentioned using a Sending, he cleared his throat, before replying in a blank tone, with just a hint of sarcasm: "I am terribly sorry you ever thought I was inclined to do what you tell me to. I realize you wished for me to do as I was told, but there is a hole in that plan, namely I do not take orders. From anybody. Not even the mighty First Mage of Dharasha..."

As he nodded slowly to himself, he glided closer under her piercing, icy stare: "I am not especially happy not to be there for our kin, but I know Mendel, and I know our brothers and sisters: they will triumph, even without my awe-inspiring power (which obviously would have made the entire matter uninteresting...even trivial, really...). As for you killing me with your weave...your concern is heart-warming, pun intended, but there are a few things you failed to take into account in your analysis, few of them being that I am one of the most powerful mages roaming the Coast, I have lived almost four centuries and not exactly quietly, and I know full well how to protect myself...even from one as skilled and gifted as you are, dear..." He paused just enough to lock his gaze into hers: "After all, as you just mentioned, you already tried to kill me twice with that favourite trick of yours..."

He chuckled, before adding: "Had a Sending weave been an option I would certainly have considered it, instead of carving myself a bloody path all the way here, and looking for you with non conventional means to say the least...The same wards blocking Traveling also work on Sending spells, I reckon, so-" he paused as she began moving past him, towards the corridor.
"...Er...Ithilwen? Hello...?" when it became clear she would never have answered, or even listened to him any further, he sighed deeply and hurried after her.

He hated to hurry...

[Invoker]

Winds of War

He had been staring towards the city of Baldur's Gate for quite a long time now. He was not sure how long...it must have been a candlemark, at least. As if the intensity of his gaze could somehow pierce the horizon, cross the leagues distancing the vast, torn graveyard that were the Fields of the Dead and the settlement itself. The meeting had to be over by now. Soon, he would know the Dukes' reaction. Soon, he would know if the chilling gale flapping his mantle and tugging at his cowl and robes was a wind of war, or just a cold taste of the coming winter.

The Dead were staying away from him. They recognized who and what he was, and what he was capable of. The arcanists knew he had destroyed the Dracolich in seconds only moments ago, and even the mindless ones avoided him, almost as if actually guided by instinct. Many would not understand why, but he knew, of course. His knowledge on the matter was objectively impressive, most of all for a mortal...even long-lived as he was. If only the living were as sensible, sometimes...

Murmuring ancient formulas in the arcane language of magic, he traced the glyphs of power in the air as diamond dust slid from his right fist, attracted by the glyphs like moths to the flame. "Travel" was the last word he said before vanishing in a brilliant white light, in stark contrast with the dark maw of the Vault of the Dead behind him.

[Solaris]

The Archmage's eyebrow went higher and higher as she talked, laughing softly when she described his death at her hand scenario. When she mentioned using a Sending, he cleared his throat, before replying in a blank tone, with just a hint of sarcasm: "I am terribly sorry you ever thought I was inclined to do what you tell me to. I realize you wished for me to do as I was told, but there is a hole in that plan, namely I do not take orders. From anybody. Not even the mighty First Mage of Dharasha..."

As he nodded slowly to himself, he glided closer under her piercing, icy stare: "I am not especially happy not to be there for our kin, but I know Mendel, and I know our brothers and sisters: they will triumph, even without my awe-inspiring power (which obviously would have made the entire matter uninteresting...even trivial, really...). As for you killing me with your weave...your concern is heart-warming, pun intended, but there are a few things you failed to take into account in your analysis, few of them being that I am one of the most powerful mages roaming the Coast, I have lived almost four centuries and not exactly quietly, and I know full well how to protect myself...even from one as skilled and gifted as you are, dear..." He paused just enough to lock his gaze into hers: "After all, as you just mentioned, you already tried to kill me twice with that favourite trick of yours..."

He chuckled, before adding: "Had a Sending weave been an option I would certainly have considered it, instead of carving myself a bloody path all the way here, and looking for you with non conventional means to say the least...The same wards blocking Traveling also work on Sending spells, I reckon, so-" he paused as she began moving past him, towards the corridor.
"...Er...Ithilwen? Hello...?" when it became clear she would never have answered, or even listened to him any further, he sighed deeply and hurried after her.

He hated to hurry...

Her footsteps moved silent but quick over the frozen floor. She could hear Kael following her. They walked tunnel after tunnel until she stopped in another small room. The wall showed a lot of iced glyphs, similar to those she had left in the cloud peak area. Yet these glyphs failed to glow. Their dull blue color only barely showed through the frosted layer of the room. In the middle of the room a small pillar stood. On top were the remnants of what once used to be a sphere. Some of the shards had fallen down to the ground, shattered.

Ithilwen moved over to the broken sphere. She took a large shard in her hand, observing it. ''Well, that explains a lot...'' She sighed visibly as she placed back the shard. She turned around, sensing Kael stood close by her. ''With this broken...I... I don't know how to find him. I have no idea what happened. I fear to know...'' She remained silent for a long time before taking out the piece of parchment she found earlier. After a slight hesitation she handed it over to Kael.

She knows I'm here. I might be too late but so is she. The girl is far away now. Hopefully out of her reach, forever. I taught her all I knew. I hope it is enough. Her gift is strong and it will be her curse. If she ever finds out she won't rest until she has her. Of that I am certain. Jay, if you read this it will be too late for me. You know what you must put in play. She will want to -

''I have come to a dead end...''

[Invoker]

Her footsteps moved silent but quick over the frozen floor. She could hear Kael following her. They walked tunnel after tunnel until she stopped in another small room. The wall showed a lot of iced glyphs, similar to those she had left in the cloud peak area. Yet these glyphs failed to glow. Their dull blue color only barely showed through the frosted layer of the room. In the middle of the room a small pillar stood. On top were the remnants of what once used to be a sphere. Some of the shards had fallen down to the ground, shattered.

Ithilwen moved over to the broken sphere. She took a large shard in her hand, observing it. ''Well, that explains a lot...'' She sighed visibly as she placed back the shard. She turned around, sensing Kael stood close by her. ''With this broken...I... I don't know how to find him. I have no idea what happened. I fear to know...'' She remained silent for a long time before taking out the piece of parchment she found earlier. After a slight hesitation she handed it over to Kael.

She knows I'm here. I might be too late but so is she. The girl is far away now. Hopefully out of her reach, forever. I taught her all I knew. I hope it is enough. Her gift is strong and it will be her curse. If she ever finds out she won't rest until she has her. Of that I am certain. Jay, if you read this it will be too late for me. You know what you must put in play. She will want to -

''I have come to a dead end...''

He followed her through the ice maze as best as he could. Getting to her had been easy, just following the summoned mastiff and thumping it on the head with his staff when it was going too fast (or too slow...or too medium...now that he thought of it, he thumped it a lot...). Now, obviously, he was lost, more and more hopelessly after every turn and every new corridor, the fleeting figure of Ithilwen kissed by the shadows and fading in and out of sight.

Even for his overly keen senses, it was increasingly hard to hear her faint steps and keep her in sight. He did not like it one bit. "Care to tell me where we are going, or at least slow down below galloping horse's speed? The frozen soil is slippery...I'm not a 120 years old child anymore!" She obviously did not answer, and just as obviously did not slow down. As he passed more and more intricate sets of ice-carved glyphs, he wished he still had a mastiff to thump with his staff...

Finally, after three tendays (maybe it had been a couple of candlemarks only, but it surely felt like a decade...) of marching through this sort of crystal daedalus, she stopped in front of...yet another small opening which he could not really discern from any other. Except...The pieces of a rather big, spherical artifact were lying on the ground. From Ithilwen's expression, that was probably not a good thing. Correction: it was definitely not a good thing. He had no idea just how bad, before she actually handed him the note.

He had a plethora of questions, of course, but he did not get very far with them: "What the...what is this supposed to mean? And who in the Nine is Jay?!?" She paused for the longest moment, then let a shard of the broken sphere drop back onto the iced floor. "I have come to a dead end". Her voice was utterly devoid of emotion, but he could easily see how desperate she was.

"Perhaps... Perhaps not. Tell me everything, we'll figure it out." He said, exuding a complete confidence he did not possess in the slightest.

[TheKai]

After much testing and trials of faith, Kirias Avlanti, Cormiira of Corellon within the Misty Forest, accepts Kai'enrai into the Faith

[mrm3ntalist]

Two dwarves were seen entering the village, deep inside the Misty Forest. As the rangers escort them to the tree top structures and the Council Room, the native elves turn to watch them, while the children run behind them, giggling. It has been a long time a representative from Kraak Helzak enetered the village - since the days of Durin Ironfaar. Of course the dwarves are no strangers to the elves of En Dharasha Everae, as they go way back to the days of the Black Orc War. From that time, each faction helped each other when it was needed, asking nothing in return, other than Friendship.

For that reason, the dwarves are treated with the outmost respect when they enter the council room. A meeting was already in place, but none of the elves felt interupted as the dwarves walk in. As Grimm explains the reason of him and Duragin being here, Mendel asks the Elders to join, since this is a matter they should be aware off. The dwarves offered the elves a signed treaty of Friendship, a result the good relations between them, these past years. The elders explained their conditions for such a treaty, something that the dwarves found acceptable.

As a sign of appreciation, the Elders gifted the dwarves a leaf of an Ancient tree within the Misty Forest, while Duragin in turn, offered the elves a long sword of the finest craftmaship. Best wishes were exchanged and the dwarves left, while the elves resumed the discussions of an internal matter, the Magic Fair that will take place in the village within the next couple of days.

[DM Golem]

On the outskirts, the wood elf villagers and elders gather to witness the magical displays put on by the Darashans. Wild elves also gather, in large numbers, showing much less apprehension than their wood elf cousins. There are a large number of children present, who seem to eagerly await a particular event. There is excitement as cooked meats and kind words are shared.

The fair starts with pyrotechnics and other magical displays from resident mages and guests. Some of these are frightening and difficult for the wood elves to watch easily, but the children and wild elves watch wide eyed and happy. Words are sung of the role of mages in defeating orcish threats to the village, a reminder that goes down well with all. The crowed is wowed by the fantastic shapes adopted by a trusted druid. Amidst all the the excitement, other words are spoken of the role of magic as a natural force, whether divine or arcane, words which cause even the conservative wood elves to reflect.

Finally, the moment the children have been waiting for arrives, and the First Mage calls forth a SNOWSTORM, the Darashans engaging in a snowball fight with the children. Many of the wild elves, some of the wood elves, and Elder Nylaras were seen joining in.

Overall it could be said that the event was a success, although how far that will go remains to be seen.

[TheKai]

With but a spell, with but a thought,
The beauty of magic stems from the mind of the mage,
Learning the secrets of the Goddess herself,
Hope to never be the source of that rage.

Spells that made cities drift on the breeze,
And Art that created the Moor we know,
Art which raised Mythals around our homes,
And Art Tel’Quessir would nourish and grow.

The Mages of Dharasha are legendary,
Unyielding in their arcane might,
The foes of our forest thought they would prevail,
But instead they were left with arcane fright.

Hordes of the orcs rampaged through our wood,
With blood in their eyes and an evil grin,
They set the wood afire in their wake,
And howled in pleasure after every sin.

Needlessly tearing the forest green,
And ransacking every woodland soul,
The perversion of evil was in our home,
Raging and killing was their role.

With sweeping might and arcane fury,
The wizards stood proud against the horde,
The Weave crackling around their bodies,
Staring at what came across the ford.

Sigils in the air, hands in swift motion,
The learners of Art called on their gift,
To snuff the life of the gruesome orcs,
Dropping bodies ever so swift.

Lightning arcs and flames from above,
Hailed on them in droves,
Misleading paths and missiles of force,
With not an ounce of damage to any groves.

Ice so cold the orcs froze in midstep,
The mages unleashed their arcana,
Winds to topple and clouds to paralyze,
They fought for Misty’s nirvana.

The orc lieutenants tried to rally their gruesome forces,
Gathering their soldier’s with order and lie,
Our mages swiftly put a stop to that effort,
Lifting one finger and pointing, “Now, you DIE.”

Our allies burst through the brush,
Celestial blood fueling their veins,
Beasts and elementals and angels were called,
No longer held by peaceful reins.

They hunted the orcs through our woodland home,
Never stopping for a moment’s respite,
They answered the call of our wizards spell,
And fought to dawn’s light.

When the black horde was ravaged,
And the end was near,
The war came down to one lone battle,
Our warriors stepped forward showing no fear.

For they were wreathed in the Art,
By the Seldarine and Dharasha’s mages,
They stood proud and strong,
And fought for our home in the wood of ages.

Their sword skill surpassed,
The vile general was felled low,
The horde of orcs was turned back,
And chased out followed by our bow.

Our People stood tired and grim,
But proud to have turned back the tide,
The refugees were safe and our village whole,
With a smile back to the village we did ride.

You see Elders, magic is the mystery of the unknown and possibilities,
Something our cautious mages wisely nourish,
With learned experience and respectful use,
It will allow our People, and village, to flourish.

-Recited by the elf Kai'enrai during an elven gathering within the depths of the Misty Forest.

[TheKai]

As he delves deeper into the mysteries and tenets of the faith of the Protector, Kirias guides Kai'enrai on a mission of cleansing within the Fields of the Dead, laying to rest hundreds of undead servitors and guardians to lay low the fell leader of them all. Corellon's Faith is strong within these two.

[mrm3ntalist]

After an incident that transpired outside the FAI, Deleniel and Mendel are seen running towards Doron Amar, carrying an unconcious Isiolia with them. Once at the gates, Mendel hastily asks the guards to let them through. When inside, Deleniel and Mendel can be heard asking for a cleric to treat Isiolia. Mendel asks Deleniel to cast a sending to Nai and tell her to bring Kirias or any other healer with her.

[Empoweredfan]

It takes some careful wording for Deleniel to finally understand the question, but it is with a sad expression that she shakes her head, admitting that she does not know the spell that Mendel wishes her to cast.

The slight wood elf never leaves her sisters side, holding the youngest Vanaer's hand tightly and mumbles about 'the other side' and that Isiolia should 'Walk backwards.'

[Israe]

It would be obvious Isiolia has completely bled to death. It is not possible to simply heal her, she will obviously be needing a cleric or priest, and a whole lot of luck if she is to draw breath again.

Her body would be limp, sporting 3 large cuts that got past her breast plate. However it is obvious that the main one was to her neck, which she bled to death from that wound over time. The blow would be a perfectly landed one, narrowly avoiding the mithril breastplate she usually wears.

[TheKai]

After answering a few notes in the council room, Kaienrai afterward seems withdrawn from the village. He takes up his spot in his usual glade on the outskirts of the village to sit in silent prayer and...meditation. Offers of food are taken but he only nibbles on one or two bits at a time.

He remains there for a good while...the villagers begin to murmur as the lone elf's mental discipline surprises them.

[TheKai]

Kaienrai sat, eyes closed, still in the grasp of an extended reverie. Try as he might, he still couldn't "feel" his mother or family back in Silverymoon. He continuously prayed to Corellon and entered reverie looking for some sign or signal that his family was alive and well. It has been some time now since the events brought him south to Baldur's Gate, and a few moons since the last sign of the Banite visited him. And now...nothing. Worry has been gripping him more and more over the last tenday and to his frustration with no answer.

Looking around the village, a small smile grew on his face as he bared witness to the changes undergoing the village and the villagers whom welcomed all Dharasha. He smiles thinking he had something to do with that. For now, construction was underway, the Selu'Onal and Cor'Selu'Taar personally saw to it along with the sage guidance of the Archmage. All was blooming here in the Misty, yet all was not right in other parts of his life. He knew what he had to do, though he hesitated briefly before rising. It would be a long journey, but he knew in his heart of hearts that it must be done.

After an hour or so passed, he entered the Caercilcarn with a travel pack and penned a quick memo to Dharasha:

"Dharashans,

Guardians. Friends. Mentors. I have headed north to Silverymoon on a journey of resolution. Many of you know what transpired in my past and it is time I put it to rest. Know that I am stepping on this road north a stronger Elf than I was when you first accepted me into the fold. And the memories of revelry and battle at your sides I will always cherish. This is just something that must be completed. I will return when I discover the truth.

Your friend,
Kai'enrai Gaeavae'ess"