Doron Amar Role-Play

[TarnishedSoul]

A bouquet of flowers intended for "Priestess Aeili Azenci" arrives in Doron Amar.
A sealed missive accompanies the gift; the point of origin shows as "Guide's Office, Candlekeep."

[Tantive]

There was a stir among the rangers of Doron Amar, word among them that spread up to the councillors ears that Sembians had made camp within the Woods of Sharp Teeth. Rumour has it many of them were those that had fled from the chaos resulting of the battles near the coastline.

[Pimple]

Nine living Elves carrying nine dead Elves appear at the gates of Doron Amar, accompanied by Sirion Te'Dwa and Frigo Deepocke. They are quickly ushered inside, the fallen carried off to be given whatever burial rites Elves actually do, if any. The nine apparently slaves, they are assured they will be safe here and directed to food and lodgings. After a few words with Frigo, Sirion takes off to make his report to the council.

(( Event by DM Creo ))

[Tsidkenu]

After receiving a sending from Sirion about the matter, Aeili returned to Doron Amar post-haste and met with the councillors about the nine deceased. She was later seen departing to assess the condition of the bodies in preparation for rites of Raise Dead or Resurrection.

[Tantive]

Tragedy struck, word among elves how the one known as Samara, the cruel and vicious, heart black as pitch, trapped and bound enslaved Tel'quess hostages to explode with the most minute error in attempt of release. With the aid received of the guests that were present in Doron Amar at the time, more then half of the captives were able to be saved. Thoughts darkened that day, burned in memory the witnissed violent ends of the victims in suffering.

[Tantive]

The Rites of Resurrection performed, headed by a priest of Corellon Kirias, brought back the few who wished to return from the life after. The damages rend to Tel'Quessir by the Black Dragon are slowly reversed, day by day, as a new found peace could be enjoyed from the terrible ordeals suffered in the moons afore. Amongst the succor given, the Tel'Quessir of the community are preparing for the souls still trapped in their terrible fates.

[kellendril]

*Eowiel, who has not been seen much around the village of late, can be seen at the archery range, loosing arrow after arrow into the targets with unerring accuracy. She seems almost bored with the exercise, but continues to practice, changing her point of aim often, and trying to make the shots more difficult by firing through the trees, and through the fencing that marks off the range*

Fixed image, -Akroma

[TarnishedSoul]

A small parcel addressed to "Priestess Aeili Azenci" arrives in Doron Amar;
the contents are easily viewed as a decorative candle.
The package is accompanied by a sealed note that bears the insignia of "Guide's Office, Candlekeep."

[Tantive]

A large party of elves, men, dwarves, hin and gnome and those half in between, set off after a meeting in the eve from Doron Amar. A warpath it almost seemed as they trailed out of the woods, leaving a trail of dead orc and flint. They soon set off elsewhere when they exited the outskirts of the forrest.

[Tantive]

A large number of elves with a few half elves in varying conditions appeared in a flash of blue onto the road for Doron Amar. One after the other as they appeared, they were welcomed into care and brought into the village's confines prepared for their arrival. Rumours among elven communities were about of a successful retrieval of slaves, and that families may be reunited.

The warparty that had set out only returned with their elven members, and it was assumed the others had left for their apposite destinations.

[Ariella]

A purple elf is seen dragging a large dead direboar back to the village. She seemed to struggle a bit under its weight although never gave up!. When asked why she said it was helping out with dinner. Once it was finally brought back to the inn it was cut up and cooked for anyone game enough to try the weird elf's roasted boar. Those who did would find it well cooked and spiced with exotic herbs known to only those who are familiar with Cormanthor.

[Tsidkenu]

Priestess Aeili had been incredibly reclusive for the last tenday or so, almost exclusively spending her time in the Wizard's Tower library and refusing to see any guests whom might have come to visit her. She reveals nothing of what she is doing or researching even to her close friend Elyssa, although a peek at the kinds of scrolls and books she has been utilising might suggest it is of magical or ritual importance.

[Arn]

A bald monk of the Old Order is invited to visit Doron Amar by Elyssa. The monk spends some time reviewing the rules posted by the village entrance, and then the two enter Doron Amar.

As the elf guides the human along the pathways, the monk smiles at the peace and beauty of the village. Elyssa and the monk speak for some time before she takes him to a place where he can meditate. There she leaves him to sit alone.

[Snarfy]

A slim looking figure, one wearing a black hooded cloak, blue shirt, and dark breeches, exits the edge of the woods and glides purposefully down the path towards the settlement one afternoon. As he approaches the gate the figure would draw back his hood enough for the rangers to look upon his face, revealing himself to be a moon-kin... one that the posted sentinels may or may not recognize, depending on how many years the rangers had been stationed there.

The moon-elf would wear a tight-lipped expression as he steps close to the gates, at which point he motions to the ranger on the right and quietly proceeds to inquire about the passing of a certain bardess, mentioning how he recently overheard an elf near the Friendly Arms mentioning such. When the young elf speaks he does so through pursed lips and a slightly clenched jaw, a hint of bitterness lingering over his pale features upon asking about, referring specifically to the bardess by name, Leonia's death.

The young moon-elf offers his name in a low murmur before planting his hands on his hips and gazing up at the ranger expectantly, a light tapping of his foot follows as he awaits for a response... or at least for the name of anyone in Doron Amar that would be able to provide him with some answers.

"... anyone but Celasoran or Celestia, that is.", the young elf adds quickly, then mutters as he turns away, "I have absolutely no desire to suffer that conversation, and even less to witness them beating each other senseless again."

The slender looking elf would only linger long enough for the information, or a name, before lifting a gloved hand to tug his black hood lower over his face and stalking silently back up the path to melt into the shadows of the forest beyond...

[Tantive]

The moon-elf would have received the following information. A hesitant reply explaining the harrowing way by which the bardess was found, and that the council's investigation in the following days found more information on the manner by which she met her end. It is suggested he approaches any Councillor, or Councillor Symbaern, who headed the investigation. He would also be informed that those two elves mentioned are not citizens to Doron Amar.