Just a few nights ago, the chirping of cicadas was accompanied by a gentle sound of mandolin and melodic singing near to the camp of the Evereskan settlers in Doron Amar. The fragrance of fresh fruits and spiced roasted fish welcomed those who entered the terrace opening above the river, with a bunch of blankets laid down for the people to sit. Glasses of fine wine were handed out, and soon some place was created for those who wished to dance. Light globes of various colors hovered above their heads all night long.
Syndreth was walking around the settlers camp and the village, encouraging the settlers and the workers to join the revelry, to lift they spirits and help them integrate with the local community.
A masked elf donned in blue clothing arrives at the village carrying a female elf appears to be malnourished and heavily beaten up and wounded. She takes her to the Erevan's Jest and places her in one of the rooms there.
"I sometimes wonder if Ravial is actually rav'ialquessir irl" ~ Colonic 2017
The Young woman Celeste who is apprentice to Celestia normally returns to the Inn in Doron Amar every sunset has gone missing. She was last seen near the orcs cave in the woods of the sharp teeth .
Amos Thistle
Morgan Nightgale - Retired Vampire Matron of House Nightgale
Since a few days, an elf female in green garbs, short green hair and strangely sparkling opal eyes can be encountered in the Woods of Sharp Teeth, hunting the hostile orc raiders with lightning-cracking arrows and two otherworldly looking wolves.
It’s been a couple a days now that we can see a certain wood elf near the bridge and the waterfall or in the inn not so far.
To those who wishes to know she says her name is Zoastria and she’s a member of the Blood cloaks of Shevarash, The Hunter and is looking to meet the one who could give her and her companions of arms the restricted access to Doron Amar.
sometime alone, some time whit other wood elf, all whit red cloak, the one they call the voice of Shevarash stand on the bridge asking question about drow activity in the wood. he never smile, always serious.
when he and the rest of the Blood Cloaks find a good place to settle down, the real campaing of holy retribution would begin... someday
Under armed escort and the watchful eyes of all residents within Doron Amar a recovering Moon elf displays penitence to the community. Her dark Cobalt blue hair barely masks the covering over her right eye. Whereas she once donned dark shrouds to conceal her presence, it is now that she walks openly and with a contrite disposition. Whatever task was required, menial or complex, she would volunteer for, and ask nothing in return. When approached by anyone she would offer nothing but respect and kindness towards them, regardless if that was reciprocated. She had been confined in Doron Amar for a few weeks now, awaiting the arrival of a priestess of Angharradh and a fitting judgement for her crimes. Every day a certain red haired elven woman can be seen visiting her, sometime bringing provisions, other times just being a stable and faithful presence.
A young redheaded female who could easily be mistaken for a small human appeared at Doron Amar a few days ago with the intention to stay for a while. Staying mostly quiet and looking a little out of place in her simple robes she appears to have come for the other recent arrival, the recovering moon elf who was brought in a few days earlier, and can be seen giving her a hand in daily tasks, exchanging quiet words with her and helping as best as she can. Although polite and friendly, she otherwise mostly keeps to herself, but when spoken to, her heavy baldurian harbor slang reveals she's not used to be among other elves, maybe even a little ashamed. In the evenings she can sometimes be seen at the river banks with a fishing rod, appearing lost in thought.
After collecting some of her stuff from the tower, the sun elf wizard leaves the village and doesn't return for a tenday. She leaves back however a small tabby cat, loitering around and observing the villagers with mild interest.
A group of six elves left Doron Amar with the first rays of the rising sun, but only three returned to the village the next day. Drezzan, Faelyn and Syndreth walked through the gates, maybe battered, but triumphant.
The wizard carried a longsword - without a proper sheath available - in her hands. The blade of silver-blue color gently glowed in the dusk, and beared a symbol - two upward-pointed longswords in front of a crescent moon - on its masterfully crafted length.
After taking a short notice at the Council Hall, the wizard and the bard climbed up to the upper levels of the wizard tower with the sword.
The Moon elf known to many as Auryne Hawksong quietly makes her way back into the confines of Doron Amar. During her respite she makes herself useful by offering assistance where it is needed according to her skills. It did not matter if the labor was menial, manual or otherwise. After some time the slight wounds she received just a few days before would subside. When asked she would humbly mention that there was a minor conflict deep within the Nashkel mines, but nothing more. Anyone who cared to follow up would easily determine that the Moon Elf Ranger entered the mine with the help of Aniel and another who victoriously battled the flaming creature within.
Cinta wrote:A group of six elves left Doron Amar with the first rays of the rising sun, but only three returned to the village the next day. Drezzan, Faelyn and Syndreth walked through the gates, maybe battered, but triumphant.
The wizard carried a longsword - without a proper sheath available - in her hands. The blade of silver-blue color gently glowed in the dusk, and beared a symbol - two upward-pointed longswords in front of a crescent moon - on its masterfully crafted length.
After taking a short notice at the Council Hall, the wizard and the bard climbed up to the upper levels of the wizard tower with the sword.
After their return, the elven warrior resumes his training with his usual devotion.
Barely leaving the training grounds in the following days, he does so only to climb a nearby tree and keep a watchful eye over the village.
Merissa can be seen coming to and from the village. She brings game to bolster the stores of food within the village. When not hunting she is helping clear ground and set tents for any incoming refugees from En Dharasha. She tries to keep the villagers spirits high with jokes and elven song. She includes the children with the help, allowing them to feel as if they are part of something bigger than themselves. The only time she slows is for reverie. But she is back up and at it before the sun breaches the horizon every morning.
Solomon, Luckbringer of Tymora ~ A copper to the Lady, returns tenfold in gold!! Dartryn Mallocant, Evoker Mage ~ "Do you have time to talk about magic?" Traegan Daershun, Archer of the Whitewood Vanguard ~ "Of course we'll help...for a price."
Elithien seems to be more actively helping the city gather ressources. In the past fiew days, he could be seen bringing several shipments of freshly cut trees, all adorned by a ribbon at their base or trees that seems to have fallen on their own or where uprooted by natural causes. The diverse quality and type of woods would suggest he went from the arid areas near Gullykin, all the way to the reaching woods and even the Wyrm Woods. Said trees and logs are hauled by a litteral cortege of 2-4 powerful Earth Elementals.
Elithien GoldenWeave, Archmage Hignar Krinkrak, Skald and Ambassador to Olar Dorth Dwennil, Druid.
Between her work preparing for the incoming refugees, Merissa is seen talking to a number of Doron Amar villagers. She asks them a few questions and goes on her way to the next. While asking, her face is attentive and serious.
Solomon, Luckbringer of Tymora ~ A copper to the Lady, returns tenfold in gold!! Dartryn Mallocant, Evoker Mage ~ "Do you have time to talk about magic?" Traegan Daershun, Archer of the Whitewood Vanguard ~ "Of course we'll help...for a price."
