En Dharasha Everae RP thread

[Maverick 40]

As dusk settles, the cliffs cast their majesty over the nearby river. A figure steps from the early evening's shadows to stand next to Hoihe. Laisren eyes do not turn to look at his guest, instead his eyes are transfixed upon the elves below fishing by the river and breaking bread with their Dwarven friends.

"Hoihe, when you look down into this valley, what do you see?", Laisren asks but before Hoihe can answer he finishes, "I see the beginnings of peace for my people". Laisren turns now to gaze at the Dragon Worshipper, "This peace is not without cost Hoihe, we remain under constant threat from a force we understand very little of and now fight to preserve the safety not just ourselves but also our southern brethren in Doron", he states stoically.

"The force which you have seen upon the roads of Thundars Ride is but a fraction of what we have now become embroiled in", Laisren states while turning his gaze back to his people. "You have been a friend to our people, standing with us at the time of Dharasha's inception and at the time of battle", Laisren speaks with a conciliatory tone, "but you now ask me to endanger my people and embroil them in the intrigues of beings greater than any we might truly comprehend".

Laisren kneels down, taking the gravel and dirt laid upon the rock into his hands, rubbing them together as he watches the last of the suns light. "I have spoken with our Faernsoura and we must deny your request as you have currently requested it", he states while looking Hoihe in the eye. "We will not officially aid in bringing the wrath of any such creature down upon us and therefore will not move to slay your said beast of Red Scale", he then stands and turns for the path back down the cliff. Then he stops, "However, you are friend to us Hoihe, any supplies you might need are yours to take and there are many such as Sister Amarven whom hold your friendship in high esteem......"

Still looking down the path, Laisren sighs and then finishes, "Should any take up your cause out of personal obligation, I will not stop them." Laisren listens a brief moment before continuing on......

[Hoihe]

Before vanishing into the shadows, Hoihe would just utter a few more things: "That was the idea, that's why I've made a list of signatures. I will make it clear that only those who have scribbled their name upon the parchment are the ones who offer their aid. However.. those things Amarven told me off might also make for a convincing arguement.. if they are indeed true. Also because of you didn't allow my reply, I will says so once more. I see Hope, Duty and a second chance. A beautiful sight I must admit." He then goes back to his book. On it's cover "Dreams - Not so innocent" can be read.

[Inomed]

A human male, armor clad in dark plates is rumored asking about the En Dharasha Everae, and openly making known he wants to meet a member of the elven society, as he ask around about them in the campfire of Friendly arms inn.


A good description is given of the man, as he doesn't hide is interest, is given for anyone who bothers to listen for gossip. Even though the reasons for his wishes to meet them, is left as a mystery.

He introduced himself as Kierran Naver, a sellsword. One might think the reason for the rather open introduction and questions, was to make sure the society would hear about this.

It was also rather clear, that he doesn't have much knowledge of the elven manners.

[mrm3ntalist]

Mendel having talked with Amarven about her incident advised her to notify every member of En Dharasha Everae about the threat. Then accompanied by Elethineth they go to meet Kierran who has something important to discuss...

At the meeting information was exchanged and requests have been made. Unfortunately the alarms that were set, were triggered cutting the meeting short. Mendel with a worried look on his face, goes back to their camp where a detailed report will be written for the Akh' Aegis.

// More detailed information in the forums

[Druehan]

*an elven scout with the tree of Doron Amar upon his armor arrives at the En Dharasha Everae camp. He informs the first one he sees that he carries a message for Laisren from Sywyn. Upon being shown to Laisren he begins to speak*

Pro-Counsul, General Sywyn wished me to let you know that he is going to be leading some groups past this area in a couple of days on a few training exersices. He wanted to make sure you knew what was going on so you did not become concerned when you saw them moving through the area. Also he wanted me to let you know that any of your members who wished to join in would be more than welcome to accompany the groups.

*The scout pulls out a sealed packet and offeres it to Laisren* He said the full details of the training are in here for you to look over. He asked me to await your response if you would allow me. *the scout looks around the area and holds up an empty waterskin* If you have a place that is out of the way where I could fill this, I would await there with your leave.

//pm sent

[Maverick 40]

Lasren nods in the direction of a small alcove west of the river. He then takes the note and read it while pacing back and forth. Satisfied with it's contents, Laisren walks down to the alcove and the scout.

"Tell the General that he, and he alone, will have full use of our force", Laisren states while motioning behind him. "As you can see, we are already in preparations for battle", he says while motioning to the elves practicing sword craft and firing upon archery targets. He then pulls a letter from within his belt pouch. "I bid you give this letter to Councilor Sywyn and furthermore, when you see my sister's husband Selkerdrim Mealir, tell him fair winds for me", Laisren states, walking away with a still stern expression upon his face.

//PM sent

[Maverick 40]

Laisren looks over to his wife, his heart heavy and his soul tired. If this is the way it is to be, then so be it!, he thinks to himself, the die is cast. He walks over to her, he kisses her gently on the forehead and whispers, "I love you". He listens for her reply, then turns to take up his bow. Giving her one last look, he throws his quiver upon his back and moves off with his scouts, disappearing into the wood........

[Maverick 40]

Their party preparing at their southern camp and their allies in route, the elves of Dharasha make their final preparations for battle against the ones whom wish to subgegate them. As lines are being drawn and with the last of their scouts returning from the south, Laisren hears a great explosion as the sky seems to light on fire behind them.

"My gods", he whispers as he stares in disbelief, the ground begining to tremble beneath their feat. He does his best not to portray his concern, sternly ordering their best scout to move with haste to the place within wood they once had called home. He then bids the Villi of Dharasha continue preparing their force. He turns quickly and walks off a few paces, begining to cast a spell of sending.

It is to his wife, Pro-consul Saline, whom stayed behind at their northern camp, "Saline, it has begun. The Orcs are moving, bring everyone........."

[Druehan]

*a battered and scarred elven scout finally tracks down Laisren and holds out a packet to him*

This is from General Sywyn.

*He looks around nervously* I.....I must return. *with that he turns and begins to run off with the broken gait of one wounded*


//PM sent

[beneviolent]

Sitting at the campfire on a chilly evening, listening to the low murmur of the people, Ele's is surprised with the unmistakable chime of a mind message.

Her concentration leaves those at her side as she listens to the message whispered into her head.

"Halt!" she cries, motioning abrubtly for quiet. She echoes the message for all to hear. "Doron Amar is under seige, the Flaming Fist encampment has been released by Zhents in disguise. War has started, in dire need."

She stands and reaches for her weapons. She places healing potions and holy water in a pack and looks south.

"Come brothers and sisters, our people call for us."


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Arriving at the bridge, Ele casts a summoning, "Tir (Guard)" she commands the elemental then turns and seeks the one who called her.


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[beneviolent]

Ele crosses her arms across the stone fence of the tower, looking down upon the Boarskyr Bridge. Feeling the warmth of the stone she wonders about what may be found in the north.

Once, she had stood at the edge of the Ardeep Forest. There her mother took leave of her, entering the Forest seeking the Tears of Aloevan, a calling of the Lunar Lady. Looking at it's edge it had seemed an ancient forest.

Of the Misty Forest, she knew little. A forest of pines and mists, a remnant of another ancient forest. Her gaze looked north skirting the High Moor.

She wondered, "Could a home be made there? Would the people stay the course of their uniting cause and pioneer a new community?" Much had been given up, uprooting and leaving Doron. Could their cause be delayed or possibly abandoned?

She listened to the bustle of the few still at camp. Most of the Kerym had gone south in defense of Doron, for the war there had started. A few remained, holding onto this one remaining place of safety in the north. Indeed, a few were softly singing

Land of bear and land of eagle
Land that gave us birth and blessing
Land that called us ever homewards
We will go home across the mountains
We will go home, we will go home
We will go home across the mountains
We will go home, we will go home
We will go home across the mountains

Land of freedom land of heroes
Land that gave us hope and memories
Hear our singing hear our longing
We will go home across the mountains
We will go home, we will go home
We will go home across the mountains
We will go home, we will go home
We will go home across the mountains

Land of sun and land of moonlight
Land that gave us joy and sorrow
Land that gave us love and laughter
We will go home across the mountains
We will go home, we will go home
We will go home across the mountains
We will go home, we will go home
We will go home across the mountains

When the land is there before us
We have gone home across the mountains
We will go home, we will go home
We will go home across the mountains

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She noticed for the first time that the few at the camp would stop periodically and look north. She wondered about what she saw. Had it simply been her not seeing before? Or were her eyes just now beginning to see?

[Maverick 40]

Laisren sits on the bench beside the cliff, a steaming bowl of rabbit stew with turnips and stale bread handed him by a white haired monk. "Thank you Tan", he says as his aching joints and muscles try finally to relax. His head falls forward, his soul begging for reverie, but he needed this sustenance to continue on. It had been days since the beginning of the war. With their initial triumph Dharashans now did stay to help secure this vital supply line to Doron and entrench the Hin Village of Gullykin from attack at the behest of Mayor Gandolar.

It was unforgiving and tireless work, digging trenches, carrying supplies and manning patrols. He sat now with his brothers and sisters at the camp they once knew as the home by the valley. They sat on benches round the fire, a cool breeze was letting them know the suns light was soon to set and with it they knew the looming menace of the Black Orc grew. He looked up and out across the valley as the shadows grew.

Laisren's mind began to wander, he was thinking of her again, it had been days with no sign and he did all he could to keep his fears at bay. He thought of her large green eyes contrasted against her dark olive complexion. "Saline", he whispered, "where are you?" and with that his eyes betrayed him and began to close......
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"You miss home Laisren?", he heard her say to him. He looked up startled. "Yes, I do", he said in an perplexed tone. "But where is home Laisren?", the woman said to him as she stood beside the fire. "I...I do not know..", he said as he squinted his eyes in disbelief, trying to see if it really was the beloved woman he knew, or a figment of his imagination.

Then the answer came to him, "Home is where ever she is", he told her. "Then you must go to her my little prince", the woman told him matter of factly. "But I must stay here, I am honor bound....", he began to protest but was interrupted. "We are elves Laisren, all things will pass and when they do you must go to the place you have dreamed", the woman told him serenely, placing her index finger under his chin to raise his face up to look at her.

"Do you remember the song I would always make your father sing?", she asked him. "Yes, I do but I always liked it better when you sang it mother", he told her. She smiled at him and taking a step back she began to sing..........


He watched her with tears in his eyes and as her voice began to fade, so did she..........
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Suddenly, Laisren heard a new voice. It was his own scratched and whispered voice singing its hymn in rhythm. It was night now, the fire blazed and when he began to listen he heard he was not alone for the Dharashans around the fire had begun to sing with him...............

[Darksider_war]

Luthien finally comes out of the makeshift infirmary tent, her fine armor and beautiful visage covered in splatters of blood and sweat. Glancing one last moment to one of the injured inside, and to the young cleric of Sehanine tending to his wounds, Luthien gives to Amarven a quick nod of approval, before returning to the hin city of Gullykin.

The gold elven priestess always thought of Gullykin as a place cradled with cheerful glee and merryment, with halflings going hither and tither inside their home, caring only about their everyday life. Now, Gullykin was a quite different place from what it used to be. Makeshift fortifications and elves and halflings constantly on patrol spoiled the settlement of its former charm.

"I can only hope that this cursed war will end soon, with us on the winning side", said Luthien to herself.

Walking around Gullykin, Luthien's gaze finally falls upon Laisren, battered and torn after the last fight that ensued a much needed supply line to Doron.

"You look tired Laisren. Would you allow me to cast a spell on you to remove all of your fatigue?"

Laisren stopped eating, giving a quizzed glance at his old time friend.

"Does your goddess allow you to do that?"

"Divine magic is mostly aimed at restoring the mind and the body, while Arcane magic is suited for more...versatile pursuits. So yes, I can. If you allow me to say it, you would really need that spell."

Laisren relaxed, while the priestess used her restorative magics to remove the fatigue from his tired, exhausted body. The spellsword looked instantly better after that.

"Thank you, milady. I'm feeling definitely better now."

Laisren's polite bow of his head caused a small smile to form on Luthien's lips. The two elves had been through a lot in the past, and the simple fact that they will still be through a lot in the future, with new friends and new allies, only made her feel better.

"You know, m'lady, I have always wondered one thing...why did you decide to leave your pampered home in the Green Island and return to the continent?"

"Look around you, Laisren. There are ruins of elven civilizations scattered everywhere. Gullykin too has been built upon an elven settlement. Most of our kinsmen back in Evermeet will fill your head with lenghty speeches about the "glories" and the "achievements" of Evermeet. But what are the achievements of our kingdom? It is but a mere shadow of what we once were. It was built with the toil of heroes and legends, the ancestors of those of us that still remain on this continent, and now it is inhabited by frightened children to whom the glories of the Old Times are nothing but half-forgotten myths, and that prefer to run away from the problems of the world rather than facing them. I have forgotten nothing, and I hope that, in time, many others will follow the example of those of us that left the Island. We may ignore the world, but the world won't ignore us."

"Will you ever return home?"

At that question, Luthien stood silent for a while. That question made her recall a lot of things of her past, especially a song that her mother used to sing to her when she was but a child.



Slowly shaking her head, Luthien returned to reality, giving a determined look to her old friend.

"You know me. I don't leave the battlefield until it's over, for good or bad. As long as we will have to struggle for our survival, I shall remain here. Besides, It would be mortally boring to live in Evermeet without you, Mendel, or Amarven constantly getting into trouble."

Luthien gave Laisren a wink, before returning her gaze to the infirmary tent.

"I should return to Amarven to see if she needs help with the wounded. If not, I'll use my divine magic to create more food and water for us. I wish you a safe watch, Laisren. May the Seldarine protect you, old friend. As for you, Tan, don't drink too much whiskey."

Without even cleaning her armor, which was her original purpose, Luthien returned to the infirmary - a small but significant taste of things yet to come.

[mrieder79]

The dark horde charged across the battlefield, engulfing it like a plague of locusts. Frothing, bloodthirsty howls issued from their dark tusked maws as they bore down on the lone gate guard of the small village. The sound was deafening, and so it was that it appeared that the orcs began to fall of their own accord, the slight twang of bowstrings and hum of arrows being lost in the din. One, three, a dozen, a score of the charging beasts crumpled, holding shafts protruding from their bellies, legs, arms, and necks. The charge slowed, the thundering grew quieter and from the left flank a quiet sound, the sound of blades entering flesh, followed by desperate gurgling was heard as the scouts of En Dharasha Everae plied their trade among the horde. From the right flank, a new sound erupted: the battlecry of the stout kin as dwarves bearing great heavy hammers and axes waded into the midst of the surprised orcs. Kneecaps shattered and skulls were cleaved in twain as the two forces bit deeply into the dark horde.

The orc did not retreat, though. They were organized. They rallied and formed a defensive perimeter with long polearms directed outward to hold the forces at bay. The battle seemed at a stalemate when chanting was heard from the ranks of the dwarves and elves as priests of the Order of the Silver Rose rained divine destruction into the closely packed ranks of orcs. Squealing in pain and rage, they broke formation and charged preferring the bite of blade and axe to the crushing magic of the gods themselves.

Durin Ironfaar spotted a trio of Orcs charging his way. He chuckled, then hefted his axe and shield and dug in his ironshod boots, waiting for them to come. And come they did. The crash resounded across the battlefield and Durin roared as he swung his axe again and again, delivering blow upon blow. His vision became red, then mottled, then he knew nothing other than swing, parry, block, dodge. He paid little attention to whether his blows scored a killing blow. His advesaries came fast and continuous and he knew only movement. Sounds became dim and faraway echoes, sights became a blur of red gore and silver steel.

The fog lifted. It found Durin standing amidst a pile of limbs and gore that may have one time been orcish in nature, but were now indistinguishable from the red mud that covered the garish field that had once been a meadow. Durin slumped to his side, nursing several smashed ribs and a slice across his left thigh. He sat, and remembered, as he often did after intense combat. His vision once again clouded, but not with the red of battle, but the dark mists of memories past.

"Oi! Ye dolt! Yer scared t' go innywhere!" Durthan Ironfaar yelled in his customary mocking tone.

"Aye! Ye better jus go back an play with th' lasses, Durin!" Ruarvin, Durthan's younger brother added.

The words stung. They stung because they were true. Durin was terrified of the deep dark places - the tunnels where few travel, away from the warmth of forge and hearth. Blinking back tears of frustration and anger, Durin lied.

"Oi... ah... me ma tol me t' be 'ome afore dinner. Ah... ah've got' t' be goin!"

Durin tried to keep the quaking edge out of his voice, but was unable to. His friends heard it and laughed long and hard. The young dwarf turned his back and made his way back up the hallways, blinking back tears of bitterness and shame. He stopped suddenly when the ground beneath him shifted. It was slight, but noticeable. He turned to his friends, wanting to warn them, but hesitated thinking of the darkness and the terror... then Durin was thrown backwards. The ceiling of the tunnel collapsed and a great shockwave of dust and air drove Durin into the opposite wall, forcing the air from his lungs and clouding his vision with a purple mix of blood and dust.

"Duuuuuuurthan! Ruraaaaarrrrvin! Durin ran and scrambled to the collapse, tripping and falling over great piles of stone and debris. He reached a wall of boulders and began to heave and throw them out of the way. Red clouded his vision and he knew only throwing and heaving and all else became a blur and sounds became a distant echo. Then he stopped. The haze was gone and in its place a crumpled and ruined hand. Rurarvin's hand, for it bore his family's ring on the index finger.

Durin crumpled to the ground. He blamed himself, his cowardice for failing to warn his friends - to save them. His regret so bitter and his shame so deep, he felt a sort of rending or snapping within himself and he heard music and saw visions - A white creature with four legs and a single horn approached him and another beside it, indistince but clearly female. These figures approached him and stood with him. The female began to sing.



The song ended and Durin found himself looking into worried angular faces. Three elves from En Dharasha helped him to his feet and led him toward the healers tent. Durin was silent. Uncharacteristically so as he remembered those lost to him deep beneath the stone.

Durin stayed with the southern contingent then, and assisted in fortifying and preparing for the dark days to come.

[mrm3ntalist]

Mendel rests near the campfire, at their old camp in Gullykin, while enjoying a glass of wine from Tan’s never-ending supply. He seems skeptical and his gaze focuses towards the North. He cant help but think that these forests were what not a while ago he called home, yet the circumstances brought it so they are again on the move seeking for a new safe place they can call home.

A lot has happened the past couple of days that unsettled him. It is not the threat of the Black Orcs, he already came to terms with that. Now they face a new enemy, more insidious and more dangerous. He already had to strike one of his kin because of them, something that he didn’t do lightly. It is a burden that will carry for a long time since it has never happened to him before. What worries him the most is that the war with this new enemy is far from over and who knows what else he will have to do till then. He keeps it together though knowing that their priestesses, Lady Luthien, Lady Elethineth, and Lady Amarven are there to guide him if needed.

As for the current war with the Black Orcs he feels that it will soon be over, for better or for worse. He feels confident now that the Order of the Silver Rose and the dwarves of the North have joined them. They are very skilled in combat and have already proven that by helping to drive the orcs away and keeping an open supply line between Gullykin and Doron Amar.

In the end he cant wait for all this to be over and start moving North again to the place their Faernsuora will choose for their home. As he thinks all that he notices Durin pass by and can’t help but smile. That dwarf is always in high spirits and makes everyone around him feel good. Even their most serious leader, Laisren cracks a smile when he is around. As he sees Tan approaching as well, all those troubling thoughts quickly go away and goes to have a good time, while he still can…