Doron Amar Role-Play

[Oarthias]

The soft rhythm of hooves upon the forest floor broke through the hush of the Glimmerwood trail long before she appeared. The gentle clinking of heavy bags of gear followed, muted as best as the Glimmerlady could, but there was still a jostle of supplies lashed to Horseshoe's flanks.

Vanira guided the horse's reigns in hand... her face though solemn, carried the quiet steel the elves had come to know, resolve tempered by care. The watch at the gate were already opening the way to her as she raised her hand in greeting. Horseshoe snorted and tossed his mane as they entered the village and the Glimmerlady's lip curled into a soft smile... a gift, meant for them... for smiles bring strength, they bring hope, and they remind that light still lingers... even in darkened times.

[Sundown]

Glimmerwood / Sharp-Teeth

The first rays of morning warmed the golden tree. Dew still clung to the leaves as the first birds began to sing their songs to the wind. The leaves rustled in a gentle breeze. Their whispered words heralded the approach of winter and the last dance in the amber glow of the old sun.
A wooden plate found its way beyond the circle of mushrooms that surrounded the golden tree. The plate was laden with fresh cinnamon buns and garnished with selected nuts.

Two elven-looking ladys with hair that glowed like the red leaves of autumn could perhaps be glimpsed shortly beforehand. With gentle steps, they moved between the trees before seemingly being swallowed up by the forest

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OOC: Happend a day or two before

[Aspect of Sorrow]

Within the Glimmerwood upon eve of Marpenoth 15, three starlit lithe things stir soundlessly as they make their way close to wounded earth, pausing near clearance untouched. The wood held its breath as the silver haired Teu'tel'quess, flanked by her sister and Simlacrum, called to Arcadia's cold perfection of law and judgement. The air split at unspoken word, bleeding faint azure to illuminate the immediate environ and the symbols of the Seldarine pantheon drawn upon the earth between. The conversation was held to the mind of the caller, and as the fabric of the translucent azure shuttered, the illuminative violet ring of broken spell focus upon right eye intensified before the three figures vanished without a trace.

The diviner of Vandria Gilmadrith listens now to the faint life clawing beneath the surface.