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

A group of three elves arrived the previous morning in Doron Amar, led by a large elf in a masterfully crafted elven full plate armor, a deep green cloak, long black hair and tattoos over his broad face. The other two of the group - a chestnut brown haired elven woman in chainmail and white cape, and a red haired male of jovial demeanour - followed him a few steps away. The hasty, great steps of the grim faced elf took the three of them to the bridge over the river, where he stopped and promptly bellowed:

"LURIEL! IT'S ME!"

The not so subtle callings continued for a while, until the elven woman offered a more civilized solution. Shortly, a ranger of the village arrived with a note, which the woman handed to the hulking elf. Not a moment later, the wind carried the pieces of the letter followed by furious cries and curses - of which, most concerned the stupidity of a particular elven lass - away from the trio.
A while later, the three went down to the river bank, where - mysteriously so - a good pile of papers were washed ashore. A few moments of nervous rummaging on the part of the big - and now somewhat calmed - elf produced the required effect. They left shortly the way they came, and not in any better mood.

Anyone wandering down the path along the river and into the woods on the eastern bank might come across a small sun-dappled clearing, which during the day is filled with the sound of birdsong.

At the base of an oak tree at one side of the clearing someone has placed a large flat stone, and from the branches of the tree hang wooden carvings of trees and animals, as well as twigs and branches twined into various symbols. The carvings are rough and rudimentary at best, revealing a glaring lack of artistic talent in the carver, though on closer inspection they seem to have taken painstaking care in their work.

One knowledgeable in the Elven pantheon might recognize some of the symbols as significant to followers of Rillifane Rallathil.

On the altar is a simple offering of a bowl of water, and the soil surrounding the altar shows signs of having been recently disturbed, perhaps as if something was planted there.

The rain was heavily pouring down at highsun above the forest, a thick layer of clouds stole most of the warming rays of the sun.
Through the narrow bridge below the village an elf passed, soaked cloak weightly laying on her shoulders and head. The thick material stuck to her skull under the weight of the rainstorm, gloomily peaking back on the sides to follow the form of the long elven ears.

The elf's path led to the Jest. Taking a step inside, as the rainwater was diligently dropping down on the forestgreen carpet from her clothes, she wriggled out of her boots, walking up barefooted to Eladoran. There she lay down a leather covered bundle before him on the counter. Opening the package, a fair amount of enchanted arrows was revealed, their shapes and intricate carvings suggested they all have different spells chained to them.

"I hope I can trust you to diliver these to the rangers, or whomever most needs it..
And in the meantime, I would like to borrow one of the rooms upstairs to warm up a little."

With that she went to rest, but wasn't seen to leave through the door again.

Lately an Elf in patchwork hide and cloth armor can occasionally be spotted coming and going from Doron Amar. He carries a finely crafted Elven longbow across his back and a rapier and silver mace hang at his belt. When he does visit, he can often be seen tending to the small shrine that appeared of late outside Doron Amar.

He sometimes hands a satchel to the gate guards in his usual laconic way, which upon inspection they would find contains a variety of healing herbs, anti-venom mushrooms and stone plant roots.

Hopefully in return the guards would look the other way when he leaves his horse tethered inside the safety of the gates, after uttering a few soothing sounds to him.

The arrival of a seemingly unremarkable young moon elf would go unnoticed by most. He is apparently the nephew of Liria Dy'ner, a seamstress living in Doron Amar. Over the past week he could be seen wandering more or less carefree about the village, seemingly curious about everything. He is most often spotted around the smithy or exploring the trails outside the village.

A sun elven priest of Corellon Larethian may have been rumoured to have taken residence in Doron Amar, recently.

It is said, the high elf has been quite energetic, making rounds around the settlement- talking with the local commoners, craftsmen and women, the sole priestess and her acolytes, as well as the rangers.

A few days after such, he can be seen hanging out several messages written upon parchment throughout the village, some calling for recruits to the creation of a local armed force of elves, others calling for elves interested in becoming acolytes of Corellon Larethian.

A messenger bird arrives at the Erevan's Jest, carrying a small scroll and a note, latter asking the innkeeper Eladoran to pin out the scroll at the noticeboard.

A lone elven warrior would be seen about the village, asking about and seeking the Correlonian priest that had taken residence there not so long ago.

The local priest of Corellon, Feleron, disappears after the midsummer celebration draws to an end. Some might say he was last seen in the company of two moon elven women, each carrying a bouquet of white roses.