Doron Amar Role-Play

[Oarthias]

The elf paces the library after the others leave.. the conversation had veered to a place quite unexpected. Her feet carry her down the stairs and out the door. Her eyes of winter blue, gazed up the hill towards the bridge over the falls, a place she had often gone to sit and ponder. Tonight though, that did not seem to be the right place. She turned the other direction, taking a longer route, pausing by the memorial so the lives of those that fought against the black orcs would never be forgotten. But here, it didn't feel right either. This was not a conversation to have with her memories of Sywyn. The elf's feet carried her further till she reach the entrance of the shrine. It was no longer a place of discomfort, though she still normally felt out of place here. However, this.. this felt like it was the right place for this.

She moved towards a bench to the back and the left and sat. Laying her cloak upon the bench in front of her. She had folded it with great care and now her fingers touched the words inside the emblem. Heartbeats passed... the count of them, she did not know, but it felt like a lifetime as the memories came back. Some of those being things she would rather not ever remember, such as having to watch the Troll King eating the children, and others brought a sense of pride, honor, trust, hope, family, a sense of belonging... purpose. Fighting the evil of the realm... fighting against the evil she once was. A light within the shadows. Despite the bumps and doubts she had at times about officially joining the Order, thinking upon it now... it felt as if this was a path she was suppose to walk... it felt right to her soul; she had grown here through the comradery of peers and through the guidance of a man she regarded in high esteem and came to love. The growth she had had here... it had been needed. Still needed?

Lifting her hand up, she removed a gem that shimmered with the moonlight that it held within it.. she placed it on top of the cloak. The gem that reminded her of the memory of her first beloved, her bonded... how his soul... and her own.. both of their souls were whole now... after centuries of being fractured and intertwined at his death. She missed his voice... he had been her conscious, he had taken to moving her feet forward when she lacked the strength or hope. Angharradh had whispered that she was loved, that she was deserving, that her curse was lifted, and that they were now whole. She had felt angry, bitter, lost... robbed... but that shifted... she wasn't sure of when... just that she was thankful for this gift. The moonlight had reached out to touch her a few times in her journey to try and understand the gods. She prayed she would continue to do so... right now... she prayed for that arrow... an arrow she wasn't likely receive... but perhaps... something else? She desired guidance of some kind... and a peace to it.

Once more her hand lifted and touched the amulet of Corellon around her neck. A gift from Feleron after one of many conversations she had with him about the Seldarine. She placed it down beside the gem. There was still quite a lot she didn't quite understand yet... questions still unasked, therefore unanswered. She would keep stepping forward though, seeking to learn. There were some questions she didn't want to learn the answers to yet... for it it meant to seclude herself more... to let go of her relationships with those with rounder ears... that... she wasn't ready to let go yet. Feleron spoke though about how Corellon didn't have any cares for those who were not his people. She wished to be a better daughter to the father of the people... but she wasn't ready to give the round ears all up. Would she have to? Would he accept her as a devout... a seeker of truth and light... would any of the Seldarine if she still also held tight to the ties of those outside the village? Can one love their own people fiercely as well as those outside of it and still be a good leader?

The elf remained there through the night... the items still laid out before her till dawn's light kissed her face. Praying for guidance... for a hand to touch her heart... for a whispered word. She had felt she had been standing at a crossroad before the gods went silent. After their voices came back.. she had found herself back on familiar and comfortable path as if the crossroads had disappeared... but now, she felt she was nearing them once more. Should she take it? Was she ready to take it? Would this would be a small win for evil?

[Riddance]

At the early morning of 11th Eleasis, rangers of Doron Amar could notice a green figure, approaching the settlement. Upon getting closer, it was revealed that figure was just a human, wearing green, black and brown clothes with hood and mask covering almost all of his face. Seconds after that man stepping on the road, another creature walked from the bushes, following the ranger - a fellow wolf companion.

Man made his way towards the bridge with no sign of worry about archers that were looking at him - since his own bow was in holster on his back he was not expecting a hostility either. Already stepping on the bridge, he waved in greetings to Doron Amar's rangers on post - as well as lowered the mask to reveal a face of young man some of them could recognize.

Nicho proceeded to walk over the bridge, getting a firendship token from his coat and showing it to guards.

"Heya there, people." - he talked with calm tone - "Hope you doing well, but I need to ask some questions to locals. Mind help a fellow ranger?"





((OOC note: not my plot, I was just asked to help in it but I have no idea of what to do actually))

[Anrilor]

An Or-tel-quessir appears seemingly from behind a tree, garbed in simple woodland clothing wreathed in leaves and branches from the local flora and walks up to the gate. A black panther at his heel. He lowers his hood, revealing hismelves to the rangers at the gate, coppery tan skin painted with green camoflauge. Red hair flows down from his head as he enters into the village briefly, speaking with a few local elves asking for directions of a merchant. He speaks with the smith and admires some of her arrows, trading with her some hides and meat from the local fauna before making his way to the temple still under construction. He places his bow on the outdoor alter and sits before the alter in prayer, the panther cuddling up against his back.

"Great Archer, guide this lost one back to the ways of the bow, for I have traveled far from your path and the path of Tel-Quissier. My bow is your instrament, my arm, your tool. Let me be your instrament in this land, your seeking arrow, unwaivoring in its flight. Guide me against your enemies."

Then he collects his bow and pads out on bare feet back into the woods from which he came, taking a turn and dissapearing into the woods like a whisper in the night, the black fur of the hunting cat slipping away into the black shadows of the forest.

[Tantive]

Within the inn of Doron Amar, was a tale heard about the goblin attacks that Beregost had suffered, and how a Fort in the north was conquered in name of The One-Eyed God and black orcs. Vind brought the tales to Elyssa there. What was concerning was the mention of the goblins leadership. While the belief was hobgoblins were leading the armies, some testimonies heard, truthful or in mistake, describe black orcs to be among them as well.

Elyssa was seen swiftly leaving to the council hall with a scroll.

[Hoihe]

Lafali'Atria was seen hammering a notice to the board outside the Wizard's tower. Later, after speaking with Lylan'Synor and Sirion - she was seen near the garrison mucking about the alchemy lab made for the dragon crisis, almost as if intent on moving in.

[Kevin_Smith]

Ryke Lighthouse gifts a dusty mirror to elves of Doron Amar

[Anrilor]

After a few days of absence, Tarka'enna returns to the Elven village and turns over a report to the Everekan Rangers. Afterwords he heads to the shrine of the Seladrine and gives thanks to Solonor for a successful and safe mission.

[paw]

Vind Nain goes to report to Lylan, Elyssa, or whoever else he can find after a gruesome discovery in soubar.

Tristam and I were in the troll claws, gathering hides. After a while we left and returned here by way of Soubar.

When we entered Soubar we were taken aback by the presence of a red mist ... and bloody remains ... everywhere. A strange lass who seemed to think she was a rat told us the mist would kill any who breathed too much of it.

Tristam and I circled the outer perimeter, avoiding the mist as much as possible. There were bloody remains completely encircling the inn. Neither of us being from there, we decided to leave without trying to get involved. We stepped outside the town , towards the reaching forest and beheld a portal. Immediately outside the portal was a devil ... and a man who appeared to be talking to it.

We plant walked back to the friendly arms. I saw Hinzel there and explained to him what we saw in Soubar as a warning, so that others would avoid the town. Hinzel mentioned that it sounded like what was attempted here at the Arms. The exception being that at the Arms, there were enough adventurers to prevent the portal from opening.

I then came here .... to report.

Vind bows his head and listens to any reply, then leaves, once more headed into the forest.

[paw]

Vind once again reports, this time to Elyssa as Lylan is away.

I was involved in a conversation outside the Friendly Arms. It was confirmed that the Steel Devil and possibly the cultists are still hiding within the glimmerwoods. Those who followed the cultists that fateful day outside the arms found a camp in the forest where a camp had been set up. A tent, a lean to and a latrine between the two.

When they passed through they found two dead bodies and every indication of one cultist being kidnapped by this steel devil. Those who were following were not trackers and lost the trail .... along with themselves. They had to teleport out of the forest and thus have no idea where to return to to look for the steel devil.

A name was given as to who is behind all this cultist business ... a Beltorius.

I wish to track down this Steel Devil and hopefully gain information from him, but in the very least locate him so I can come back with others to over power and gather knowledge.

Hinzel has offered to go with me on the initial tracking so he can hopefully recall places where they passed, as he was with the original group that followed the cultists and steel devil.

We cannot allow this cultists group and devils to use the glimmerwoods as their safe haven!

After reporting all this he makes preparations to journey deep into the forest.

[Tantive]

A host of elves returned to Doron Amar with a human male visitor, for an apparent cause tied to some 'skill' the bladesinger was rumoured to have. The night of celebration and drinking, that embraced two more citizens to have become part of the elven populace, was cut short as the Bladesinger remembered a terrible thing to confirm.

Elyssa called out for Lylan, and she in turn toward the Mathora to look for the elf by name of Teuravel. The efforts were in vain, a realisation set in. Teuravel was not within the village.

[Oarthias]

Today, the elves of Doron Amar excitedly welcomed the Priestess of Angharradh, Sylvara Zathir, and her family today. A group showed Sylvara the temple and talked for a time, while her husband, Arnlys, and children, Ansrah & Wyn'Jarlanna, settled into their room at the Jest.

[DaloLorn]

A young half-sun elf wandered into the village last night. Introducing herself as Aela Lathyaan, she explained to anyone who asked that she was looking for a priest of Corellon, and retired into the Jest.

Those who had recently visited the Friendly Arm Inn might know that her search is not a new affair. Free time or impatience seem to have driven the sorceress towards more actively pursuing the elven clergy she seeks...

[InsomnesCanis]

Come first light, along the dissipation of that violent red mist from the Glimmerwood, Lylan'synor would lead the Mathora to the battlefield of the night before, and joined by many of the citizens to witness the defiled bodies of the poor animals and the vile corpses of their enemies; as dismembered and mutilated as their faunic victims as a testament to righteous Elven wrath.
Under the light of the sun coming in through the canopy, the killers of the forest's enemies turn to nurture life. Cleansing and cleaning the battlefield from the horrors that plagued it with arcane art, divine power and good old-fashioned manual labor.

When the job would be complete and corruption from whatever fetid bodies are disposed, Lylan'Synor would lead the Mathora in an Elven song; a somewhat militaristic chant/ prayer to the Seldarine accompanied by one lyre, two flutes and three drums (symbolizing the Seldarine's hierarchy of one Allfather, dual Holy Union and the Triune's triad) encouraging the Elves around to join them in song, dance and testament, defying the death wrought last night with faith, expression and light:
Thanking Angharradh, as well as Hanali Celanil and Sehanine Moonbow by name, for the love and the devotion of the people to their home and their cause. And for all the Elves who were here last night dealing death, and who are helping today to restore life.
Following that, a testament to Rillifane Rallathil of the Elven people's ancient connection to the Glimmerwood; his wilderness, and the intertwining of their fates. Seeking the watchful eye of the forest to reveal the paths of the Elven people to safety, and to blind said paths from their enemies.
An offer and request to Solonor Thelandira to turn the vile hunters into prey; hunted by the defenders of the forest's harmony.
A promise of devotion to Tetrhin Veralde's creed be the hand that protects the Elven people; beseeching the Shining One to guide the people's hand in blade, spell, and valor in the possible battles to come.
The last verse, lengthier than the rest is dedicated wholly to Corellon Larethian; to hear their prayers and turn the ears of his Seldarine on them. For it in his name that they fight, in his holy duty through which they seek his love, and his grace that they forever follow.
To shield the children and the protect the innocents whom the evil hunters seek to harm.
And to guide his children with his loving hand through this strife; to a pasture of peace and verdant spring, of safety and laughter, to the home they labor for and by his grace alone will deserve.
At the end of the Mathora's Song- Lylan'Synor would look to the devout to testify, and to the clerics of the Seldarine who joined them; to add, officiate or correct their prayer words with their wisdom.

[Oarthias]

The councilor, silently joins the rest of her people in the cleaning up of the mess of the battle in the Glimmerwood. Her face is carefully blank, emotions tucked away for the moment. Her eyes however, betray her, to those that would observe her, they show a deep concern as she pauses now and again watching her people, studying the mess left behind and the scars upon the Glimmerwood. At the nearness to the golden sapling the summoning circle had been made.

The elf prays quietly, more for herself, as she becomes lost in her thoughts. Prayer... something she has been attempting to do more and more often. Still an awkward thing, often a fumbling of words, embracing gods where she cared nothing to do with them herself before. As much as she hated Dunn, she owed him thanks for that. Had his axe not took her life that day.... so much had changed.. was still changing for her.

Corellon, father, I offer my humble gratitude. Amidst the chaos of battle, amidst the gnashing teeth and twisted forms of these foul beasts, your strength coursed through my veins, igniting my spirit and guiding my blades.

In the heart of the fray, where blades clashed and screams pierced the air, your grace surrounded me like a protective cloak, guiding my hand, lending me the power to battle against the this darkness. With each strike, with each foe felled, I felt your presence, a steadfast beacon upon the path I step upon.

Yet, now as the dust settles and the echoes of conflict fade, I turn my thoughts to those who have suffered, to the wounded, to the dead, their bodies marred by the claws of the enemy. I ask you, Corellon, to extend your merciful touch upon them, to mend their wounds and soothe their pain. I pray for the restoration of the Glimmerwood, of the Cloakwood... now scarred by the ravages of these minions of the beast lord.

Protect us, Corellon, shield us from the encroaching shadows, from those who seek to desecrate our land and harm your people. Grant us the wisdom to see how to defeat them, the strength to stand firm against them, and the courage to face our enemies with unwavering resolve as we walk the path of light, as we strive to preserve the sanctity of our home.


After all was seen to, she headed back into the village with the others, to figure out how to help identify the name of the elven woman who had been murdered and mauled to lure them away from the village. To try and find her family so that they could be notified of her death.

[Flights of Fantasy]

Murmurs might be heard by those stopping into the village. Tales of orcs and ancient ruins as well as a unicorn bearing the armor of an elven warhorse. More prominent would be the discussions over the rain and the damage it was beginning to cause in the village. Apparently there has been a call for prayer as well as knowledge of the arcane for solution.