This year, only a small group had answered the priestess’s call.
She delivered her sermon, among other things, it was focused on community and standing together.
After the red-haired priestess of Rillifane had blessed of their hunting weapons, the two made their way to the central part of Glimmerwood.
They fought their way through orcs and mad satyr.
Finally, they found tracks: something had rubbed against the tree, leaving behind dark brown fur and blood.
The further they followed, the clearer the tracks became.
Finally, the two hunters stood face to face with the creature:
A massive wild boar with mighty tusks.
The boar was obviously longer in the prime of his youth. A veteran...who had visible endured many threats. the right eye had got a scratch...obviously at a time long before. The wound seems to be healed, but the scar is still a sign of his fiercely past. Arrows protrude from his flank, having burrowed deep into his flesh. They caused fresh wounds have been inflicted, and blood is trickling out. The beast snorts contemptuously and eyes the hunters with mounting fury. The creature seemed ready for on final battle in honour of the brave warrior of the forest that he once was.
The boar was running straight to the hunters. Naer’eanque stepped forward with her shield held up. She provoked the boar, with her challenging body-language. Maybe too much, because it was knocking her down.
Right in that moment Tramahsthas send his spear into the flank of the animal. Empowered by the force of wind and rain.
With pure will, born of anger and stubbornness the boar was still standing. Finally his legs wavered and with a last grunt...a last act of pride it closed it’s eyes and accepted it’s final rest.
Both hunters showed respect to their prey. Honouring the sacrifice and the confrontation it had offered.
The boar was brought to the camping site near Doron Amar, for sharing the prey.
The sacred hunt was over, and with it the long fast.
Season of spring would bring new bloom.
--- //Sidenote: In the confrontation with the Boar, was no DM involved
Naer'eanque - "A nut for your thoughts" (Main-Character) Medeya Willowsong
A light community gathering will happen open to elves and visitors for Doron Amar alike, come with a story of your own that you wish to share. Bring your good nature and mirth, we bring the food and drink. 17th of Tarsakh.
//18th of April, 18:00 GMT, Laws of Doron Amar still apply
Doron Amar elves are bringing in supplies to the festival area, to setup a small feasting for the storytelling event. Many elves have joined in the gathering. Event has commenced.
After the hearing of two Elven bodies being found a hooded figure cloaked in leaf and branch revealed herself to the Guards, they would know her of the Mathora, the Leopards. Then the she quietly stepped into the shadows of the wood and made her way to the general area of where figure had drug up the two bodies and sought it's footsteps, after trailing she would also cover a perimeter of Doron Amar and the Glimmerwood in silent guardianship.
Later the figure would enter Doron and head to the shrine of Lady Steelheart where she quietly prays.
A pair of Moon Elves in foreign apparel could be seen visiting Doron Amar on the last day of Tarsakh, escorted by a Councilor and a mage from En Dharasha Everae. The two new arrivals were given a tour of the west portion of the settlement, and spent some time in the temple of Angharradh.
After their visit was over, they went to the local tavern and shared a few words with the locals, explaining the path that led them from the far East to the Sword Coast.
Tired from the journey, the pair retired to a room to meditate over the events of the day and rest.
