Doron Amar Role-Play

[Grendunor]

A hooded elf cloaked in midnight blue over gleaming mithrill chain crosses the bridge over the waterfall. Striding with clear purpose of one on a mission.

Entering the tower he places a leather scrollcase marked with flowing script on the councilors desk before departing.

Later he can be seen making gentle inquiries about the black archer's priest

[Grendunor]

Another leather wrapped scroll appears on councillor Symbaem's desk. A blue hooded figure can be observed entering and leaving the great tower rapidly in the dead of the night.

[taylorstar]

A halfling arrived at the village of Doron Amar, after a brief walk around he headed to the inn leaving his name in the guest book, after some rest and as the sun rose the halfling left the village leaving only his name in the guest book.

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[Camera9]

* In a sunny and peaceful afternoon a Teu'Tel'Quessir dressed in elegant blue clothes visits the village of Doron Amar.
He crosses the stone bridge, guided by the welcoming atmosphere of the place and he stops at the shrine of the Seldarine to pay homage to Corellon Larethian and to seek for his guidance.
After a long Reveriee the deity favors him with a stoneskin protection and so the elf, with joyful satisfaction, decides to carry on with his religious mission.

He sits in front of the Wizard's Tower and quietly lays out on a towel a series of elven craft magical items.
The first to approach him are the elven children of the village, in the beginning perhaps a little bit fearful because of the deep scar that cuts the left eye of the elf. In response to their awe he just gives them a friendly and charming smile, inviting them to come closer and satisfying their curiosity about the meaning of the symbol on his cloak and his mithral lunate pendant.

With vivid pride and deference he explains to the crowd the role of every servant of Corellon Larethian in protecting the Fairy Folks and the tasks of the Fellowship of the Forgotten Flower that consists in recovering elven relics from abandoned and dangerous realms *

" I am grateful to be here, with all of you, because in the eyes of The Protector we are all brothers and sisters so this is why there is nothing I wouldn't do to aid any of you in the great journey of life!
Today I will fulfill my duty as a member of the Fellowship of the Forgotten Flower, returning these items to the Fairy Folks, where they truly belong.
Nothing needs to be offered in return since what has been blessed by the Seldarine is ment to find its destiny in the hands of one of their children, as Corellon wishes. Nevertheless, I must ask you to be aware of the power imbued within these artifacts and to chose carefully among them, based on your need, their peculiarities and your abilities. There might always be one of us in more need... "

* The elf then patiently describes the items to those who are interested *

- The Mischief of Erevan Ilesere: at first glance this unusual Kukri carries just a medium enchantment. However, the wielders would suddenly feel like the Kukri was always been their favourite weapon, just as a specialized fighter. This benefit would also affect a second Kukri in the other hand

- The Roar of Fenmaril Mestarine: an amulet that gives you the wisdom and the endurance to face the threats of the wilderness

- The Leaves of Rillifane Rallathil: these gauntlets will only help the mind of a ranger to memorize one addictional spell

- The Keen Eye of Solonor Telandira: a long bow with a good enchantment that will help the archer to put more strength behind every single arrow

[Ravial]

A silver elf known to few as Laeria in village of Doron Amar, appeared late night in the settlement. Keeping her hood low, persons she talked with kept giving her very odd, uncomfortable or even unwelcoming gazes and expressions, but nevertheless she remained. Eventually she was joined by a local citizen known as Elspeth and both wandered across the bridge over the waterfall towards one of tents near the local tower of Wizards.

They remained at the tent, after a small commotion in middle of night, with a third female moon elf. One that was horrified at some of the words shared between them.. Until they raised a small alarm to the Rangers about something regarding "Mushrooms and spider eggs growing from inside of the ground".

Supposedly, patches of mushrooms and spider eggs seem to be appearing around the settlement more and more often for unknown reasons.

[Wildsheep]

After a poorly worded sending spell message that caused a misunderstanding, a wild elf named Cylissa Tanyathor showed up at the gates of the village with a small army of humans, and perhaps one masked tiefling who refused to even get close to the gates unless necessary, to save the village from an "attack". Elspeth and Laeria came outside the village to tell the wild elf to head back home since there was no attack, and so the small army returned to the woods after "saving the day".

[Cinta]

After returning to the village, the elf wizard called Syndreth spends an unusually long time outside of the wizard's tower, initiating casual conversations with villagers, settlers and visitors alike. If she finds anyone willing to join the discussion, she would finally ask them if they know an experienced priestess of Sehanine Moonbow, or a follower of the Fellowship of the Forgotten Flower. If asked about her reasons, she would only say she needs to consult some historical questions..

[Grendunor]

A large bundle of books appears on the desk of Elyssa. A small note is attached signed as
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[Cinta]

At early morning of 24 Mirtul, a company of four elves arrived to the gates of Doron Amar in haste, all glancing back above their shoulders form time to time, as if they were expecting something to follow them inside the village. Upon questioning, they told the ranger keeping watch there that they had to fight down a hydra that followed them back from the deepest parts of the forest. Gaining their entry into the village, the one female wizard guided them into the Erevean's Jest to rest.

The next morning the wizard called Syndreth took her late breakfast and later her supper sitting at one corner of the Jest, while scribing a long scroll with densely lined text, underlining some parts, or connecting others, and occasionally glancing up to have a look on whomever entered the inn.

[Camera9]

* The same night, a masked elf dressed in blue enters the Jest. He slowly walks to Syndreth's table and gives her a light smile. As he silently sits he also rests a little scroll on the table showing misterious but elegantly written phrases, looking at the wizard as he was eager to discuss and share his thoughts with her about all those words spread in front of them... *

[Bassman]

*A messenger wearing the cloak of the Order of the Silver Rose arrives. She Hands a scroll bearing the Seal of the Order of the Silver Rose to the Guards at the gate*

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[Mergandevin]

After his arrival in the village some days prior with a group of four elves, an elf with long blue-gray hair, garb of earthen colors, and a blood red sash around his waist can often be seen training near the archery grounds in Doron Amar. His bearing is that of a well-trained warrior's, but he shows a measure of humility as well.

The training sessions are methodical, well thought-out, and take many long hours each day. He begins each time with a series of slow, gently flowing movements, where agility and muscles are equally put to work with low stances and slow transitions.

He then starts to mix the gentle moves with quick, strong lashes, be it either a strike with the hand or a kick. Next, he would practice bare-handed blocking and striking moves, mixing in some acrobatics as well. This part would seamlessly blend into a deadly blade-dance, as the twin kukris would then leave their sheaths on his legs.

Each time he performs the graceful spinning dance, it's different, looking like he in truth is improvising. The moves seem to come from many different fighting styles, all blend together into a seamless whole. His performance also incorporates very realistic parries and blocks, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

After some time he would switch to heavier weapons, a longsword, a scimitar, or even a greatsword, and continue practicing the dance-like moves. This time however it would lack somewhat of the grace it previously showed.

Still, he would train relentlessly.

During these sessions he would welcome anyone to join, and would offer a few lessons if asked, but would also be humble enough to accept one if offered.

[Ravial]

In between the time spent with the village's workers in bringing building materials into Doron Amar, a masked elven lady that happens to stumble upon one of the training sessions, performed by the elf donned in earthen garb, might be heard muttering "Wow... I wish I could move like that."

She doesn't get close and doesn't accept any offers to join such training though, saying that she has a lot to do in the village and is just resting for the time being.

[Cinta]

Since a few days now, wood transporting wagons rattle through the gates of Doron Amar from time to time, bringing building materials for the construction that is undergoing in the inner areas of the village.

A lean sunelf wizard with chestnut-brown hair often accompany the labourers to help with her magic wherever she can. When she notices the practising elf with long blue-gray hair, she greets him with a warm smile and invites him - and anyone else she meets during the day - to spend the evening with them by the campfires, at the settlers' camp.

Food, wine, and a few songs will be shared with those who decide to join them after a hard day's work.

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/// It's an invitation for all to a casual get-together in Doron Amar, starting after 6 pm GMT ///

[Hoihe]

A rather short, blue-skinned whtie haired moon elf recently left a star sapphire in front of Sehanine's symbol in the shrine. Anyone listening might have overheard it be a dedication for success in a recent battle against undead.