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Topic: Demon Wind Q&A
Subject: Waiting on Raven
I gave him a quick synopsis of the incident of the MAUS and the Demon.
Posted on 2010-02-20 at 23:18:58.
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Topic: Audalis: Tides of War
Subject: Ruahn
Ruahn was up and in her practice clothes in a thrice and away to the sallie for a workout with her blades. Her prayers were interwined in her sword katas and with each slash into the tightly bound bundles of reeds and straw. Once through working with Terassor's favored weapon, the longsword, she repeated the entire routine with a pair of Sylvari Half-blades. (Think of Legolas's short swords from LOTR.)
She got to the baths a bit after Damara and chose a bar of vanilla and sandalwood soap. Their facial features where almost exact and so were their eyes and hair, and both bore the same birthmark over ther hearts. A white star with four greater points and four lesser points. The same star was etched into the stone mounted on their signet rings. The only difference was their bodies, as a fighter Ruahn was the more muscular of the two.
Unlike her more flamboyant twin who favored the swashbuckler style of dress, Ruahn outfit for the day was a pair of superfine twill pants in gray, and deep turquoise shirt, to match the dark green and teal enbrodiery in the pants and a gray leather jerkin with matching embrodiery. She finally slid on the beautiful gray leather boots with inlays of teal and dark green. At her side she buckled her sword and at her back were crossed the two Sylvari Half-blades. A couple of daggers completed the outfit. Ruhan then clipped her wavy hair back at the nape of her neck. Lastly she took her haversack and slung it over her shoulder and neck, thus making it harder for someone to snatch it.
They exited the wine keg and headed upstairs to and out into the streets.
The scents in the air were intoxicating, all the different foods being prepared and hawked by booths about the market place.
"Let's find some bangers for breakfast, and then some cheesey bread," said Ruhan as she stepped out into the street beside Damara.
Following her nose brought Ruahn and Damara to another situation, ans they were stopped by an obvious noble trying to buy a wolf for a pet for his daughter and the animal in question was clearly a companion to the young Sylvari who looked as if her had just come from the forest. Then she recognized him he was a member of the Blades.
When the man gets threatening Ruhan's brows drop in the center and her eyes become half hooded. The noble, from his dress and attitude, had no concept of what the wolf was otherwise he would have never offered to by it.
She steps closer to hear and watch. Should things over balance into injustice, she would act.
Posted on 2010-02-20 at 23:03:29.
Edited on 2010-02-20 at 23:16:29 by Dragon Mistress
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Topic: Audalis: Tides of War Q/A
Subject: FRACK X 3
Frack-frack-frack!
 I typed my post all the the message box and when I sent it RFINN the timed out and lost the whole thing.
Posted on 2010-02-19 at 22:08:21.
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Topic: Demon Wind
Subject: Elessarae
Danamar had proved to be a steady and thoughtful leader, even if Elessarae outranked him, she was still learning what it was to be a Bladesinger, one of Sylvaria's Elite Warriors. It had been hard enough in the weeks and months after she passed her sudden testing and named Bladesinger, and then had been sent off to do a simple scouting of what the Goblins were up to in the Chakran Mountains. There were times when she still found herself disbelieving of her title though the Incident of the Chakran Demon made her name known throughout Sylvaria.
For now she was just Elessar, and common enough name.
"It is alright Tariel knows what I have to say, as she took part in it." She nods to Tariel and much to give her the option of staying or going. She had met Tariel as she came out to them after they had descended Wyvern's Mount. SHe took them to a nearby scout camp and it was she who carried Elessarae's report to the Royal Encampment.
"Danamar, what do you know of an incident in the Chakran Mountains about a year and a half ago?"
She had no idea of his connection to Sylvaria or what had happened there, so it would be important to know if he knew anything.
Posted on 2010-02-19 at 19:58:11.
Edited on 2010-02-19 at 20:09:10 by Dragon Mistress
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Topic: Demon Wind Q&A
Subject: Updated
I filled in more of my post as Raven missed I wanted to talk to him so I saved that until later.
Posted on 2010-02-17 at 23:16:23.
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Topic: Demon Wind
Subject: Elessarae---At A Later Time
Elessarae was the newest of the team having just come from Sylvaria. What she had to share was something she was not sure all the Sylvari on the team knew of and of course entirely unknown to few outside of Sylvaria, except for the Khords, but they lived far from the human lands. She was thankful that most of the team are Sylvari. Still she had kept much to herself. They knew her by the name of Elessar Loe'ari en'Rilma (Lotus of Light). In a sense it was a part of her name now, as the castle being built for her carried that name, Loe'ari en'Rilma Isthel. It was being built by Khords and Sylvari on a rocky peninsula overlooking the lowlands between the Duin Rilma and the Duin Lotesira, the River of Light and the River of Flowers, the only place known in Sylvaria where the Lotus of Light grew.
When she is alone, she speaks quickly to Danamar, "There are things I need to share with the team once we are clear of all possible listeners."
With that Elessarare slipped outside and was immediately joined by Comrade who had been standing patiently under a nearby tree, where she had asked him to stay. Not that he always stayed where she told him. When the mountain became too much for the quickly maturing colt she had sent him back to the camp of the Scouts and Rangers who patrolled the borders. Even though he was now fully mature, a surprising event in itself, she could do very little to break his habit of following her, as she was his mother, his foster mother. It was hard to think of him as a full grown Teu'Kelytha (Moon Horse) even now, though normally he would be still running with his mother. Maybe it was Adaron who had granted Comrade the speedy growth, for within a few months of taking on the juvenile’s guardianship she had noticed the change in him, and after their separation at the Chakran Mountains and the weeks of dealing with the Goblins, Orcs, Ogres, and Trolls that have been gathered by the Demon to march into Sylvari and the discovery of the Chakran Portals, she had returned to find and full grown stallion running down to meet her. She had learn on returning that he would daily visit the top of Wyvern’s Mount, as it was now called, searching for her return. His loyalty and devotion were now sung of in songs, and when at last his keen violet eyes spotted to struggling figures attempting to climb the steep narrow trail up to Wyvern’s Mount from the back side, Comrade galloped down the mountain, and then bore she and Malius to the Scout camp, now far more than that as the Armies of the Sylvari had come here to deal with the Demon’s army. Not that they knew about the Demon until Elessarae had been able to write down the needed facts to be taken to the Generals and she and Malius received healing and a much needed rest.
Well, he did not look like a Moon Horse right now. The high Druid had given her a concoction to dye his coat so that now his gleaming silvery white hide was spotted with grulla (mousey-gray) spots. The first time she had dyed him he kept looking at himself.
Elessarae then headed for the markets of gather dried fruits and nuts, honey, and rolled oats. As she moved about the market stalls Comrade trailed after her like a dog. With the needed supplies she headed to Master Paul’s bakery. The old man nodded to her when she entered.
“I will need a few loaves of you journey bread, and a big batch of honey biscuits.”
Elessarae had first come to him a few weeks back to make up a batch of honey biscuits for Comrade, it was something he enjoyed immensely. The old man had tasted the results, not knowing they were made for her horse, and quickly asked for the recipe. He did not bake his as hard as Elessarae wanted, but his customers gobbled up the softer bars with relish. So she went to work mixing and forming the honey bars and then sets the sheets of bars into his ovens to bake.
“These are to get hard, she said, looking back at the doorway to see Comrade filling it and his eyes on the trays as she put them in.
She cleaned up and then headed for the cottage out back. It had been Master Paul’s home until he had a bigger house built and rather than take a room in an inn or boarding house, she opted for renting the cottage, mainly because of Comrade, he liked being with her.
She filled an old bread mixing tough with a measure of grain and gathered a couple of armfuls of hay and grass for Comrade’s meal and headed inside to gather her things for the trip. Between taking out the finished bars and putting in the unbaked ones she had gather what she needed and set it out ready for the next day. When the last batch was out and cool she took two sacks and went back to the bakery to bag up the biscuits.
Mater Paul was closing up for the night as she filled the two bags with about equal numbers of bars.
“Will we see you at dinner?”
“Of course and I will bring my harp.” nodded Elessarae.
“Excellent.”
In the dark of the morning Elessarae rose dressed, armored and armed herself and then moved to the small pile of equipment. Comrade came to her, from outside, and stood quietly as she thoroughly groomed him and then placed a tufted lamb’s wool blanket on his tall broad back, followed by a shaped and padded riding pad that acted as her saddle. Next came a breast plate and breeching, and then she buckled on a single specially shaped strap the hung around the stallion’s neck with hand hold on it. She let down the stirrups that were also made of hard, shaped leather so that if they hit anything they would not make a clanking sound like iron stirrups. Finally came her saddle bags and her harp.
Comrade’s hooves made little sound on the cobbled streets, for he went shoeless, Nature had given the Moon Horse very tough hooves. The most she had to do was rasp them every so often. So it was she guided him by legs alone and the simple verbal directions of, “We are going to the East Gate.” Comrade wore not bridle, he did not need one.
The tell tale dimming of the stars in the east told her that morning was near as she reached the gate to find Danamar and Tariel already there.
Posted on 2010-02-17 at 05:42:39.
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Topic: Peradyse Lost
Subject: Game Post:: Enter Elendil
Elsewhere in the forest
Elendil trying to get Joker under control is shocked when the buckskin stallion stops suddenly, holding tightly to the makeshift bridal, he holds on tightly, almost willing himself not to fall from the stallion's back. His head turns towards the screams and quickly dismounts and pats Joker on his neck before taking hold of his longbow and notches an arrow before moving slowly and cautiously into the village.
There he sees the Orcs ransacking homes, and attempting to get into the buildings. His eyes drift to where each of the Orcs is and a plan starts forming. He lets his arrow fly and strikes one of the Orcs battering at the heavy door in the lower abdomin causing him to step back and bend over in roaring in great pain. Elendil Evensong (Longbow, mighty (+3 Str) composite +2 (Darkwood, Distance, Seeking, Shock), #1) hits (10+15) AC 25 for 13 HP (11 P, magic, Darkwood + 2 electricity) of damage
As quick as his nimble fingers allow, he notches another arrow and takes aim, his eyes cold at hearing the screams of children. The second find its mark in another Orcs throat he too reels away clawing at the arrow. Elendil Evensong (Longbow, mighty (+3 Str) composite +2 (Darkwood, Distance, Seeking, Shock), #2) hits (9+10) AC 19 for 10 HP (8 P, magic, Darkwood + 2 electricity) of damage
Posted on 2010-02-13 at 02:35:27.
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Topic: Returning from the Mysts
Subject: Face Lick--
Hey Kaelyn, watch out about Eol, I said the same thing about not ever being face-licked.
Then Eol got me. 
Posted on 2010-02-11 at 04:29:02.
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Topic: Peradyse Lost Q&A
Subject: Posting
It is up to you, right now I have the game posts at about once every week as another player is also running slow because of real life.
IF you can do once a week it seems that is where we will be for main posts though others who post more can have side things going on.
Posted on 2010-02-10 at 21:46:26.
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Topic: Demon Wind Q&A
Subject: Nostalga
Ok, that is over and done with. Sorry for the length but there were significant bits and pieces of who and what Ele is wrapped up in these first encounter's in Almerin's Audalis game, and trying to chop it into smaller bits made it too patchy.
Whose is next to post.
Posted on 2010-02-09 at 06:42:48.
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Topic: Demon Wind
Subject: Memory Stirring Winds
She was playing a rousing drinking song when it happened Her fingers froze mid strum when a a strange feeling swept over her; a feeling of foreboding and hopelessness. She knew it’s like, having felt something like it before. She fought it down then even as she forced her fingers to move on with the melody. It was like a wind that moved nothing and stirred up all the wrong things at the same time. She read the fear and confusion on the patrons’ faces. She did not like it, but continued to play if for no reason but to calm the fears of others.
By the time she finished that tune the tingling sensation was gone, but not forgotten. She played on for herself and much as for the patrons.
Her memories returned to that earlier time when she first uttered those fateful words.
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Maelamin Kingdom Bladesinger Keep
25th day of the 7th month: Pfier 9:20 pm
“I am ready to serve,"
Gyvontill smiled. “Yes, I know you are. There are many tasks that a Bladesinger can fulfill. Please, sit down a moment.”
He motioned for the desk, but preferred to be standing himself.
“The Bladesingers have worked in service of the crown and the Sylvari people for as long as any of us can remember. We have fought in wars and shadowed in secrecy just for the greater good of the kingdom and its residents. The journey that I have planned for you is a very important one….”
“… you have one day to say goodbye to your family and friends. Normally we wouldn’t give you any time, but since this is your first time, we’ll make an exception. Tell them you’re now a Bladesinger, but reveal nothing of the task you’ve been given. Gather what you need, and report at the keep tomorrow at midday.”
He gave a nod and saw to it that she was escorted outside the keep by an esquire. There were plenty of preparations to do.
Thank You Anyway
"Thank you, Lord Gyvontill, for the consideration, but I could not ride to Sillarion Somion'Enrai, The Aeryie of the High King, and back in one day, and that is where my parents serve. "My mother was a Royal Guard for the Queen, and my Father was a Court Bard before I was born. They moved to Kerta-Istel in Maelamin after I was born where my father studied and I grew up. They took me everywhere, so that I could experience all what was the Sylvari Kingdom. We lived and explored many places in the Northern, Middle, and Southern parts of the Sylvari Kingdom.
“I was so taken with becoming a Bladesinger that they came back to see that I got my chance, but once I entered Megilindar Nost, they went back to their old duties."
She looks to the north, knowing how much she would have loved to rush up to them and announce her news. But there was no time.
“I will write them a letter and send it by courier.”
She nods to the man and half turns to go out, “Could you, tell me who I can see about what I might need where I am going. I have some goods and supplies that my parents provided and a small sum of money to pick up a few other things. And,” she adds on another note, “will I have need for a horse?”
One of the things she had always loved about her mother was her Teu'kelytha, her Moon Steed. Star Eyes was a mature and ever-faithful companion of her mother, even when she was just being a mother.
Elessarae remembered being cradled in her mother's arms and being rocked back and forth by the movements of the silvery-white mare. And when she was old enough her mother would put her on the mare's broad back and Elessarae would wrap her chubby child's hands in the mare's long mane and laugh and giggle as her mother walked along side and held her on.
She too had wanted a Moon Steed but then were not the mounts of common elves, Maybe it was one of the reasons she wanted to become a Bladesinger, because she had wanted a Moon Steed of her own. While they lived in Maelamin one of her favorite spots to visit in Maelamin was the Tel'kelytha Duin, the Mood Steed River. The Moon Steeds frolicked in the waters and grazed in the lush meadows.
Now she was a Bladesinger, but she did not have the time to even go down to the river and ask one of the Moonsteeds if it would join her.
Once outside, she thanked the esquire for his escort, nodded to the guards at the door of the keep, picked up her pack and headed for her dorm room.
Maelamin Kingdom Bladesinger Keep
25th day of the 7th month: Pfier 9:20 pm
“Go as fast as you can.” Had been Gyvontill’s reply to her question about a horse.
While she sped through the forest toward the dorms she became aware of the shriek of a bird of prey. She looked around and noticed a bird flying rapidly towards her. It was a familiar vision now, for it was the second time that day this had occurred. The bird flew over her and dropped a small leather bag in front of her feet.
It was a belt pouch, containing a sum of 25 gold pieces, 3 gems that she knew equaled 5 GP each, and ten silver coins. There was a small note also, that held instructions for the stables in Tinechur, a small town nearby, to give Elessarae a young horse to speed up her journey.
Elessarae
Elessarae ran to her room and quickly packed. She took the barest essentials which she repacked in her pack, plus a change of under clothes, trail rations, two quivers of arrows and her weapons. Along with her two belt pouches. A last minute thought had her take up her harp case, better to leave her beloved harp at home.
She ran from the Dorms and took a trail northwest toward Tinechur in a ground eating stride that she could keep up for miles. She ran with a bow in hand and an arrow notched and held in place by her left hand. Which would allow her to swiftly raise the bow, draw, and fire as needed She kept alert and ready, Elven Forests were wild.
Maelamin Kingdom Bladesinger Keep
25th day of the 7th month: Pfier 9:48 pm
In the last orange rays of sunlight Elessarae hurried through the forest. It was getting late. She reasoned the elder had allowed her a horse to buy time to find herself a Moonsteed, but perhaps the intention was that she uses this horse to make her way towards the higher regions of the elven kingdom as soon as possible. Her decision was made though, and she placed on.
She reached Tinechur without any hold ups well after sundown. The purple clouds had driven by and were replaced by starlight and a wide moon. Tinechur was a small place. Most of its buildings were positioned on the forest ground, and just a few had been built in the trees. Yellow lights shone from the windows and laughter and several streams of music reached her ears. The streets, or the paths between the trees that functioned as such, were vacant. She followed her nose towards where the scent of horse was strongest, and found the stables to be next to the only inn in the town, the “Pines Reaching”.
The double doors were still opened, but a young elven man was just about to close them. Apparently she was just in time. She showed him the note and he let her access the stables for a quick inspection. Her mouth dropped, for in one of the spacious boxes stood a moonhorse in full beauty. A window had been carved in the roof so that the moonlight fell straight on the creature’s fair skin. It seemed radiant.
The young elf informed her that this was Lady Quilanday’s companion, also a Bladesinger. He added with a laugh that both steed and lady had a matching attitude, and that it was better not to come too close. After that he introduced her to a young horse named Gharion, who would bear her to whatever destination she had in mind.
Sensible
Had she not been through the experiences of this day she would have opted to ride into the night. But she was down spells and tired from the day's exertions.
She look the gelding over and liked what she saw, “How much?”
“This paper pays me for the horse,” said the stable man, leave your coins for the trip.”
"Then please give him a good grain mash tonight, and a light one in the morning. We ride to Sillarion before dawn."
Elessarae lifts her pack and heads for the inn. Once inside she looks for the innkeeper. Partway across the room she stops dead in her tracks, Lady Quilanday, that was the Orc in the Hall. Now she knows stopping for rest was her best option.
She looks about almost sheepishly, and then continues her search for the innkeeper.
Maelamin Kingdom Tinechur
25th day of the 7th month: Pfier 9:48 pm
The innkeeper was found when he came out of the kitchen with a tray of steaming food. He nodded at Elessar in acknowledgement of her presence. After he placed the tray on a table with three waiting elves, his only customers present, he returned to the bar. There he motioned for the new Bladesinger to come closer.
“Welcome to the Pines Reaching, dear miss, the place where the pines reach the sky. And the cooking isn’t so bad either. What can I do for you this evening?”
A little later Elessar went up to find the room to be more than she expected. Organically decorated furniture and natural colours made the room into a refreshing and relaxing space. Its richness showed that the innkeeper cared greatly for his enterprise and tried his best to make his customers at home.
Elessarae
She orders a light dinner of sustaining food and asks for a package of trail bread, hard cheese, and some apples ready for her in the early morning.
She eats without rushing, but without wasting time either. Elessarae thanks the innkeeper for the fine meal and also asks that she be woken at the same time as the cook. She then seeks a bath to wash away the day’s exertions. There she does linger a bit. Clean and tired she slides into bed. With her sword at her side she quickly falls asleep.
In the dark of the morning a knock on her door almost woke her being that her own internal clock had rouse her from deep sleep to almost wakefulness. She dresses quickly and goes down to the kitchen to gather her trail food. Elessarae smiles to the cook and asks for a couple of slices of bread just hot from the oven with fresh sweet butter and a dollop of honey. She gives the cook the price of the food a heads for the stable eating the honey sandwich.
Out in the stable her horse was already groomed, saddled, and ready. Elessarae stowed her food in the saddlebags and also distributes the contents of her pack into an even load in the saddlebags. Then she ties the empty pack on top of the bags.
She flips the stable boy a copper and jumps into the saddle.
"Well Gharion, let's see what you are made of. She starts the grulla gelding off at a smart walk. This she keeps up for a few miles, letting the horse limber up from his night's rest. Then she legs him into a trot and gets the surprise of her life when the gelding speeds up, but instead of trotting he breaks into a fast amble, or singlefooted walk. Later she legs him into a canter to use other muscles, and finds his canter is smooth and easy to ride.
After a few hours of walk, amble, canter, walk, amble canter she pauses at a stream to a give the gelding a chance to drink. Making sure he is cooled enough to drink safely. She also loosens his girth They both share the cool crystal clear waters of the stream. Then she gets out an apple and gives it to him.
One moment the apple is in her hand and the next it is engulfed in Gharion's mouth. The gelding rolls it about, with his eyes half closed and finally she hears a crunch as his teeth bit into it.
Maelamin Kingdom Side-branch of Rilma Duin
Maelamin Kingdom
Side-branch of Rilma Duin
26th day of the 7th month: Pfier
9:19 am
The sun had come up while she had been riding. Now it shone its specks on the forest ground, and made the water of the stream sparkle as if it bore diamonds in its flow. The stream seemed to hold the light, and bore it to darker areas in the woods where the sun couldn’t reach, to illuminate it in wavy reflections. It was this reaction that made Elessarae realise they were drinking from a branch of the Rilma Duin, the Light River. This also meant that they had covered quite a bit of the distance to Sillarion already. The border that would bring her into Londelirinen wasn’t far anymore.
As she had learned or maybe even experienced, the Aerie of the High King was located near the Light River also. She had but follow the stream, and she would be there before the end of the afternoon. IF Gharion was up for it.
The young horse nodded his head as if to imply its will to continue. And so they left once more, riding near the refreshing sparkle of the stream.
A small hour later the stream had widened and grown in power. Rilma Duin couldn’t be far away now.
Suddenly, Elessar became aware of a disturbance in the natural tranquillity of the elven woodland. A bestial scream, related to the neigh of a horse, penetrated the peace. Up ahead she saw movement near the stream.
On a muddy area, directly near the water, stood a horse, pale as the moon. Its hide was almost permeable to light, but bore bloody gashes. One of its hooves was stuck in a swarm of roots, but that was not its biggest concern.
Three owls, as big as Elessarae’s head, and covered in leathery feathers, circled the horse and clawed at it with their wicked talons. The moonhorse looked exhausted and desperate, ready to give up the fight.
(OOC: You’re about 40 feet away right now, but you have a clear view of what’s going on.)
Elessarae
Elessarae was quite pleased when she realized that she had reached the branch of the Rilma Duin, the Light River. they were near the border of Londelirinen and Sillarion, and the Aerie of the High King was located near the Light River also. If Gharion was up for it continued to prove his fitness then she should be to the Aerie by late afternoon.
She patted the young horses neck, "Are you up to finishing the trip today?"
Ellessarae waws surprised as Gharion nodded his head as if to imply its will to continue.
Not a hour had passed as they followed the stream not grown in size and power. Rilma Duin couldn’t be far away now.
Suddenly, Elessar became aware of a disturbance in the natural tranquillity of the elven woodland. A bestial scream, related to the neigh of a horse, penetrated the peace. Up ahead she saw movement near the stream.
On a muddy area, directly near the water, stood a horse, pale as the moon. Its hide was almost permeable to light, but bore bloody gashes. One of its hooves was stuck in a swarm of roots, but that was not its biggest concern.
Three owls, as big as Elessarae’s head, and covered in leathery feathers, circled the horse and clawed at it with their wicked talons. The moonhorse looked exhausted and desperate, ready to give up the fight.
Not willing to endanger Gharion in becoming trapped like the Moonsteed, She rides him to the edge of the river and jumps off, leaving him under the shelter of a low hanging willow, so the owls could not get to him. As with most Elves, even Bladesingers, she always carries bow and a quiver of arrows.
She fires the arrow that she always keep notched and ready as she traveled. She aims at the closest owl and moves toward the Moonsteed trapped in the river. After the first shot is off she yells and shakes her bow over her head to try and scare them off. Before notching the next arrow she reaches under her tunic with her right hand and grabs out her wand of healing attached to a lanyard around her neck which is where she keeps it when traveling or on duty.
She is hoping she will catch them by surprise. She will continue to fire on the owls as she moves in toward the Moonsteed. She feels the need to heal it first, it did not look in great shape.
And if the owls dare to come too close then she will go for her sword.
These owls are dreadful
Maelamin Kingdom Side-branch of Rilma Duin
26th day of the 7th month: Pfier 10:19 am
Her first arrow landed precisely in the back of the nearest owl. It was completely taken by surprise and fell two feet before regaining its composure. The other two were instantly aware of the new danger that Elessar formed. Their red glowing eyes immediately fell on the Bladesinger and they left the horse for what it was. It was stuck, and wouldn’t go anywhere. An extra meal was always welcome.
The commotion of this new enemy gave Elessarae the time she needed to get close to the moonhorse. She fired another arrow as she drew nearer, and it hit the same owl again. The shaft went straight through the owl’s wing, and its steady hovering was instantly reduced to a clumsy fluttering.
The Bladesinger then waved her bow above her head to scare of the feathered creatures, but they were not eager to fly off. The one that was hurt pretty badly was in no shape anymore to attack, but it opened its mouth and what came out was more than a regular owl’s screech. A gibberish that sounded like no language the elf had ever heard, reached her ears. Though she could not understand the words, it put images in her head that reverberated death, decay and hopelessness. She felt despair wash over her, and for a moment her mind went blank. It was time enough for the other two owls to safely come close to her and claw at her with their sharp claws. They both drew blood from her, one from her arm, and the other from her face. She sobered up to the stinging pain, and two owls flying at close hand.
Casting aside her bow she reached for her longsword. The moonhorse was still neighing wildly, but she had to defend herself as well. She lashed out at one of the owls and hit its flank. It took the hit lightly by moving to her side, but she still drew blood and leathery feather from the creature. Then another wave of gibberish ran over her, but this time she was able to brace herself and maintain her consciousness. The two owls came in again, and Elessar ducked away. One of them cut its talons along her neck, but did little damage. Still, the fight proved harder than she might have anticipated.
(OOC: You’ve lost about 15 HP already in all.
She Started to Sing as She Tackled the Thing that Couldn't be Done, and She Did It
Elessarae slings her bows as she draws her sword. [No Elf would throw a bow in the river ]
At first the strange gibberish words of the bird caused her to despair, and the sense of death and destruction and utter hopelessness. Then the pain of their attacks raised Elessarae's ire and she fought off the effects. There was something Evil about those owls, no wonder the Moonsteed was in such a state.
Elessarae begins the same song she used to do her demonstration during the final part of her test. Her sword becomes a whirling blade cutting the air around her as she attacks the leathery owls. Her blade danced through the air almost creating a blade barrier for herself and the Moonsteed. The melody and the words of her song ring out over the waters, as she fights for herself and the Moonsteed against these malignantly evil owls.
"Come you tainted birds of Evil
Time to meet my Elven steel,
Time to make you cower and reel,
Demons of the air.
"Now you face one who can fight you,
Who fights your despair just to spite you.
Come meet my blade of death for you too.
Demons of the air."
She pauses her song long enough to heal herself, knowing she was the only hope for the Moonsteed. (Using 2 charges)
"Full of Hope I do Defy thee,
Come now closer demons three,
I'll plant you bodies 'neath a tree,
You demons of the air."
Maelamin Kingdom Side-branch of Rilma Duin
26th day of the 7th month: Pfier 10:19 am
Another lash of her sword hit an owl straight across the body. It was a heavy blow and the creature slammed into the moonhorse. The other one that was still in direct combat dove down and hit the Bladesinger straight on her lower back. Its talons pierced through her chain armor. As he turned to push it off her, the owl she just hit came in, and dove for her face. Sharp nails cut and pierced her skin and she found herself reaching for her healing wand. Pain was all around, but she found the concentration to activate the power that would strengthen her.
The seriously wounded owl was still hovering above the moonhorse. Once more it let out a stream of non intelligent words that struck horror in the elf. She fought it off, and positioned her wand once more. This time she aimed for the moonhorse, and poked it lightly in the flank. The touch of the wand lessened the flow of blood, but the horse still looked exhausted. The two owls dove in once again, while the third one sang. The bladesong, clinging more to Elessar than the first time she sang it, seemed to overwhelm their fury a bit, and their attacks missed their previous precision. While they struck Elessar, they did nothing more than make a new tear in her cloths.
(OOC:You’re a little under 2 thirds of your HP right now.)
Elessarae
Elessarae raised her voice in defiance; never had she sung with such power, but need drove her. Her song fills the area and flows up and down the river with the Light. She hopes to drown the gibberish of the one owl.
Demon Birds of pain and hate,
Come now to me and meet your fate.
It is now already too late,
For you to succeed.
Songs I sing to drown you noise,
This I do with lifted voice.
Dying now is you own choice,
Demon of the air.
Using the healing wand on herself again she continued her attack of the two owls that were attacking her. Seeing the one owl hovering over the Moonhorse out of sword's reach she takes her free hand and puts it on the Moonsteed's back in a place not slashed by talons and then she uses that purchase to vault up and strike at the owl over the Moonhorse.
Once back down she will prepare a Flare spell and use it on whatever the best target would be.
From this river I call light,
Make my Flare spell extra bright.
Make my target lose its sight,
A demon of the air.
If there is a brief respite she will use healing on herself and the Moonhorse again.
Maelamin Kingdom Side-branch of Rilma Duin
26th day of the 7th month: Pfier 10:19 am
It was a daring move that Elessarae performed next. She was determined to silence the owl hovering over the moonhorse and stop its demonic gibberish. Aided by her song, she darted forward and placed a hand on the moonhorse. The animal tried to back off, not used to the alien touch of humanoids. Still, the Bladesinger had a firm grip.
But by making this move, she had neglected the other two owls. One was hurt badly, and could not move fast enough to take advantage of the situation. The other one, healthy and enraged, dove in to sink its talons deep into her leg.
The pain was bad, but Elessar finished her jump, sword held high and point straight forward. With a firm thrust in midair she caught the gibbering owl off guard, and skewered it with her blade. The flow of words died abruptly, and was replaced by a choking cough. Then the lights in the eyes of the creature went out, and the Bladesinger slammed into the mud. She rolled on and held her blade in front of her, the dead owl still stuck on its metal. Her low view showed the moonhorse in its powerful glory. It was panting heavily, and pulled its stuck leg. Otherwise the animal was calm. The two shades suddenly rose from behind its flank and Elessar called forth the light of the river, to aid her in cleansing this spot of the shadows of evil. Although the owls were too far from her to be dazzled by her spell, the stream itself seemed to enhance its radiance for a moment, and they fled into the woods.
Moments later, Elessarae was standing near the moonhorse. Within seconds she had cut the roots and freed the animal. She then healed herself, using three charges of her wand. Then she went to the moonhorse, to relieve it of its wounds. But now the animal was free, and it backed away from the wand. Instead it turned, and walked into the woods slowly. As it left the swampy area it halted, and looked back. There it waited for the Bladesinger to follow.
(Assuming that you DO follow: )
The horse guided Elessar through a part of the forest with thick growth and short trees. A little later they both entered a small grove, and there stood a small moonhorse, a young teen in human or elven counting. The elder moonhorse moved to its child and softly pushed its nose against the youngling’s head. A minute went by, and suddenly the mother withdrew and moved out of the grove, without looking back.
A Greeting and a Farewell
The pain in her leg was well worth the death of one of the ill-omened birds. Elessarae removes its body from her sword and then heals herself. Then she approaches the Moonsteed to heal it only to have her move off. She is puzzled that the Moonsteed would not accept healing. She that takes up the body of the screwered owl and packs it away on Gharion and then leading the young horse she follows the Moonhorse.
It had paused and looked back at her, as if they say, I am waiting for you.
The horse guided Elessar through a part of the forest with thick growth and short trees. A little later they both entered a small grove, and there stood a small moonhorse, a young teen in human or elven counting. The elder moonhorse moved to its child and softly pushed its nose against the youngling’s head. A minute went by, and suddenly the mother withdrew and moved out of the grove, without looking back.
Tears welled up in Elessarae's eyes, she feels that she has witnessed a final farewell. Maybe there were wounds the mare suffered that she could not heal with a wand. She watches the mare until she is out of sight.
Elessarae kneels and prays.
"Adaron, Lord of the Forest, (Kith-Jora) please send your grace to the mare, which was sorely injured in a fight with some demon owls. Let her find peace and comfort within you."
"Solinari, I thank you for your aid in driving off the owls of darkness. Your Light was greatly appreciated."
Elessarae begins to the Elven Song of Passing, she knows the mare has gone off to die. She had suffered greatly under the attack of the demon owls. As much as Elessarae wanted to heal the mare, she also knew that the mare would probably not have lived long even with healing. The fatal gibberish of the owls had sapped her of strength that no manner of healing could cure.
When the song is at an end, Elessarae stands takes up her sword, cleans and oils it before returning it to its scabbard. She then swings the reins back over Gharion's head and mounts.
The young Moonhorse was still there.
"I am sorry I did not get to your mother fast enough. May Adaron guide you to a herd where you can find safety."
With that she turns Gharion and heads back to the river and her destination.
Maelamin Kingdom Side-branch of Rilma Duin
26th day of the 7th month: Pfier 10:32 am
Elessarae turned away from the young Moonsteed. She was on a mission and could not be distracted for too long. Already she had suffered a loss of time and magical healing. It soothed her to know she had granted rest to a spirit of the forest though.
She led Gharion back to the stream. As they reached the waters he grabbed a hold of the lower leaves of a tasty looking plant, and started nibbling on them. When Elessar made a move to step on his back once more he peered over her shoulder and stopped his munching.
Behind them stood the young moonhorse. It was looking straight at the Bladesinger, but its violet gaze did not betray any specific thoughts. Some Moonsteed were telepathic, especially those that were bonded.
Time was still running, so Elessar mounted her steed, gazed a silent farewell to the colt and urged Gharion to speed up. It wasn’t long before she heard the fall of hooves in the water behind them. The colt was following them.
(OOC: should you try to do anything about him following you, you will find that he is extremely stubborn and that he will follow you no matter what.)
Homeward Bound
The radiant stream soon branched together with other flows and finally formed into a river that gurgled and swirled its way through the Sylvari lands. The Rilma Duin. A river so bright it seemed to be formed of light. The Aerie of the High King couldn’t be that much further.
And indeed, a few hours later she saw the first towers rise above the tree tops; white architecture, blanketed by green ivy lead in beautiful patterns. Gradually the city grew before Elessar. First came the tree houses and the huts hidden beneath thick growth. Soon the first wooden taverns and stables rose from the earth, as organic and natural as the forest itself. Then followed the white stone buildings, and minutes later, after passing a city-wall of privets, she found the bases of the first towers. They rose higher and higher, some shaped like trees, the purest display of elven masonry. The high King, Elessar knew, would be found inside the highest tower in the centre of this city. But she wasn’t looking for a king. She was looking for her parents.
(OOC: you are very free to play out the meeting with your parents and where they are in this city. BUT, the moonhorse follows you anywhere. If you go into a building, he will wait outside for you to return. If the opening is big enough, he will even try to enter. Have fun! )
Duty Before Family
Elessarae rode on knowing that it was useless to dissuade a Moonhorse from its mindset, and he followed.
Just crossing the River of Light brought joy to her heart, and seeing the outsides of the city and riding into it caused the joy to blossom into something much more, elation, and pride, in its beauty, grace, style, arrangement, the balance of nature and Elven-made abodes. Here was the epitome of what the Elves stood for, Elf and Nature in perfect harmony. Most Elves living outside the area of the City made a pilgrimage to the Aerie of High King at least once in their long lives.
As much as she longed to see her parents, the scene at the river gave her a different purpose, not even taking into account that that she was s Bladesinger, it was the forlorn, last look of the mare on her colt that sent shivers up her spine. What hellish power had build such a look of despair. Above all, now, she wanted answers.
She turned from her path and rode to the Royal Guard Headquarters. It was also possible that her mother was there. Elessarae rode up to the gates of the Royal Guard and announced, “I have urgent business with the Guard. With that she rode in straight to the main office, not waiting for a yea, or nay. She jumped off Gharion, deftly loosened girth, and then grabbed the bag with the dead bird from the back of her saddle. With this she marched into the building and up to the first office of high rank she saw. A thud of hooves of the wooden floors told her the colt followed.
Elessarae moved up to the man’s desk, a beautiful slab of naturally shaped oak burl, luckily clear of papers, “We are minus one Moonsteed mare,” she says without introduction, as she unties the bag and empties it contents on his desk, “because of this hellish owl and two others like it, unfortunately they got away, but not uninjured."
Maelamin Kingdom Side-branch of Rilma Duin
26th day of the 7th month: Pfier 12:57 am
The captain of the guard jumped up from his desk at the rudeness of Elessar’s entrance. He took two hesitant steps backwards and peered at the fiendish creature that was now polluting his desk. His confusion soon ebbed away though, and he came closer to inspect the dead owl. Bending over the prodded the thing with a feather pen, then looked up at the Bladesinger with interest. He opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly became aware of the small crowd that was gathering around his desk.
“Don’t be alarmed, brave soldiers of the high king. This creature is dead. I shall take care of it, and you shall return to your duties.”
The crowd didn’t move.
“I said, RETURN to your duties!” The captain burst out. Then he turned to Elessarae and wiped a braided strand of hair from his face. The rest of the guards left the area, glancing at the young moonsteed as they passed it.
“My apologies, my lady. We have had several incidents with distorted creatures such as this, and they were very unpleasant I can tell you. A walk through the woods isn’t so calming anymore when squirrels the size of a small horse sink their teeth in your skull.”
He picked a cape from a chair nearby and threw it over the owl. Then he started wrapping the creature further in the cloth.
“I’m glad to hear there are still able fighters such as you, defending our forest. It’s hard enough keeping my men focused now their families are unsafe. I’m sorry to hear about your Moonsteed. I see that you managed to save one. Let’s go find Urvanial the druid. He’ll be able to tell us more about this thing here.”
He walked away from the desk and headed for the door. Just before exiting he turned around.
“Where are my manners! My name is Telliri Evandus, captain of the city guard. Pleased to meet you.”
He guided Elessar out the building, past Gharion and onto the forest floor, where towers sprouted upwards like corn from a field. They walked for several minutes and Telliri informed the Bladesinger of the occurrences in and around the city. They hadn’t been frequent, but definitely apparent. Transformed animals with glowing eyes and a drive for blood. There was also time for Elessar to tell her own tale. But as soon as it was over they had arrived at their destination; a tower of white stone, shaped like a stalk growing high and proud.
As the doors opened, they both entered a dense jungle of plants and damp air. The floor was covered in moist dirt, and a chirping and singing invited them into this indoor land of green. There was no path, but Telliri seemed to know his way.
“Look for a flight of wooden stairs. Its position is different every time I come here.”
To the Tower
She nods to the man as he introduces himself, "My name is Elessarae Isiliri daughter of Captain Almara Isiliri of the Queen's Guard and the Bard Arensilendyl Isiliri. I am on an overnight pass from the Megilindar Nost, having been assigned to a quest. I was hoping to see my family before I had to return, but the creatures which attacked the Moonsteed have taken precedence over that."
"As for the Moonsteed," she pauses at a pang of regret, "she was not mine, but one of the free ones."
Elessarae follows the officer to the Stalk Tower. She had heard of the Druid, but never had the occasion to ever visit his tower. Now as she stepped into the natural setting of the place she let the peace of it fill her. She took solace in the ambience of the Tower.
Elessarae moved along between the ferns and other growing things to find the stairs. Pushing aside a drape of willow branches she finally found the stairs. All the while the silvery-white colt followed her. She mounted the steps and began to climb upwards. She did not think the colt would try to tackle the stairs.
Manners
Elessarae stopped part way up the stairs and turned to look back at the Moonsteed colt. Unlike regular horses, Moonsteed foals stayed with their dam's until they were 4-5 to learn what is was to be a Moonhorse and to use their innate magical abilities.
Elessarae thought back to the scene as the mare moved to her foal and communed with him, then after that she left, and the foal did not follow his dam, but Elessarae.
It suddenly hit Elessarae that the mare had made her the colt's guardian.
"Come, Little One, and she moved back down to guide the colt to mount the stairs with her.
As she and the colt moved up the stairs she could not help but think of how convoluted her path had become. Her visit to her parents was for naught, for now there was added the incident of the altered animals, and the guardianship of a Moonsteed colt. Above it all was the quest set for her, by the Bladesingers which she would learn of when she returned to Megilindar Nost.
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"Closing time," someone muttered in her ear. She looked up to find most of the tavern empty. She lovingly returned her harp to it case and her tattered cap with its coins for her night of playing.
Time to return to the cottage she and Tariel had rented. As she steped outside she gains a shadow, Comrade stepped from the hitching rail and walk along side of her. She had finally divine his true name, Moon Shadow, or really he had finally shared it with her, letting her think she had found a name to fit him, but for her, he would always be just Comrade.
The big stallion glistened in the moonlight giving an almost etheral glow, except where she had died his coat with a mouse gray patches, trying to hide what he was. To those outside of Sylvaria he was a legend. For many inside Sylvaria he was a legend, for he had been a valiant member of their company as the took on the Demon of the Chakran Mountains.
She reached into her pocket and drew out some bread and honey balls. He knew they were there, he could smell them, but her learned not to be pushy in trying to get them because squashing them in Elessarae's pocket got him nothing.
Sleep did not come quickly that night or the next.
Dawn - 22th Sempore (Merday), 452 E.R.
City of Visden, Pardinal
Where the guard came with the call to report to the guild Elessarae, with Trial and Comrade headed out.
She listened to his report and remembered a couple of Sylvari villages found in similar fashion with everyone dead. In a way it hurt a bit more, even if they were not Sylvari, for she knew them gaffers and parents and children, and now they were all dead.
She looked around at Tariel, for the scout knew who she was. Steel entered her eyes, steel that had been forged in the fires of adversity. She only prayed that this problem was not in connection to the what had happened in Sylvaria, coming from the Chakran Mountains.
She looked over to Danamar and nodded as he spoke of his decision, not unlike one she had made a while back. She waited until the others had left the room, told Tariel to meet her outside and then waited for Danamar to speak.
Posted on 2010-02-09 at 03:22:55.
Edited on 2010-02-09 at 04:48:25 by Dragon Mistress
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Topic: Peradyse Lost
Subject: Game Post: Under Trees and Stars
For four days there is uneventful travel, though that is not to mean nothing happened. There was the occassional hungry bear and the hopeful coyotes, the winged shape of a giant eagle, and giant was exactly the word for it. After determining the height of the scuttling clouds that it flew through, it was immense.
Due to the earlier hunting by each of the groups, here was elk available for meat which was supplemented by rabbit, fish from the river, and the world's equivalent of the turkey, which inhabited the forest.
Starting out on the fourth day was much like the others; riding through field and forest though there were more deciduous trees and fewer conifers. It seemed most of the group was contented to ride in silence, keeping there thoughts their own.
Flame was again on scout and sometimes Precious would go with him. He had just gone out about 20 minutes after seeing Precious back when he returned and hovered in front of Brianna. "Smoke, much smoke over the treetops, that way," he pointed toward the North.
Posted on 2010-02-07 at 19:07:01.
Edited on 2010-02-07 at 19:18:28 by Dragon Mistress
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Topic: Reralae here! Hopefully...
Subject: Yeah
Welcome back
Posted on 2010-02-07 at 18:38:30.
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Topic: Demon Wind
Subject: Elessarae
The Rusty Helm was a favorite hangout of military types, and others of the Blood Guard. And tonight Elessarae a temporary member of the body was plying her trade as a Bard. She fingers moved effortlessly of the maze of strings of the triple-stringed harp. It was a tune she knew well, fitting the mood of the tavern and it patrons, but it was also one so well known to her that she did not have to concentrate on the fingering and that left her mind to wander. And back it wandered to a day that had change her life forever.
Maelamin Kingdom Another day of training
25th day of the 7th month: Pfier 7:13 pm
Another letter was composed by different hands, in a different script. A falcon's claws were the first to receive it. Then the winds brushed past so fast the letter fluttered. The seal of two crossed blades held the parchment rolled up stiffly. The flight through the forest was not long. Between the trees everything seemed quiet, but a falcon's eye is not easily deceived. Elessarae was found, in the middle of her training. Today she had been hunting the marks that Evindior, who also achieved to be a Bladesinger, had scattered for her throughout the woods. She did not think much of the falcon until it dropped a letter in front of her feet and screeched loudly. Seeing the seal she knew better than to linger opening it.
The Letter
Elessarae snatched it up wondering if this was some ploy of Envindior. She unrolled it and read.
Strangely it was unaddressed and had no introduction
The winds have brought the time for you to prove yourself worthy of the title you aspire. Meet with us in the Hall of Song, Megilindar Nost. The seal that holds this letter should be your passage in.
The Order of Admittance
One look at the seal and Elessarae took her bearings, turned, and started to run. Envindior had lured her far from the Megilindar Nost on a twisted path of his making. She returned like a bee, straight to the Keep. It was a long run, but Elessarae carrying the scroll in hand raced the distance, bounding over great roots of the giant sentinel trees that abounded in the Elven forests. It was once said that a squirrel could run for months from one side of the Elven land to the other and never touch the ground. It was not the same today. Now the once Great Elven Forest was broken into three parts and the areas of the forest between them were diminished by the hands of other races. At last Elessarae came out from under the tree and beheld the Bladesinger's Keep
Megilindar Nost a gem of Elven architecture, a slender graceful monument that was a song in itself. Elessarae continued to run, right up the front door and she opened the scroll to reveal the seal to the guards at the threshold of the Keep.
"I was summoned," was all she said.
Hurry and Wait.
Still holding the scroll with reverence, still waiting outside the great doors of the keep, Elessarae took the time to pick off bits of leaves and twigs that had caught in her cloak during her run in. She straightened her tunic and felt that her boots were still snug and in the correct position. She remembered back when part of her initial training to properly tie on her boots, with the warning that ill fitted and unsecure footwear could be dangerous.
She remembers the day when she had been in the training barracks and as she was putting on her boots she was attacked by one of the instructors. She had been forced to fight with her boots untied, which was a lesson, put on one boot and secure it before pulling on the other. Of course she lost, much to her embarrassment and it spurred her create a faster way to don her boots and tie them. On top of the she had soft topped boots made with some alterations.
Even though her boots felt right she did look down to check them. That brought on a smile. After the boot incident Elessarae had not just learned the proper way of booting up, but she had used her considerable mind and imagination to create an alteration to her boots. Like the overlapping leaves that went down the back of her boot, which hid a stiffening that keep her boots standing upright like hard legged riding boots when off her legs. Also the hard leather leaves that adorned the front flaps of the boots where they were tied were sculpted and well waxed to allow the laces the slide through faster. This allowed her to step into her prelaced boots, with the first part of the tie knot completed, tighten the laces with one pull, and finish the knot.
Elessarae straighten and waited.
Still Waiting
Elessarae looks up at the sun and measures the time. She wonders why she still waits. Until the guards open the doors she cannot go in.
Maybe she got here quicker than they expected, or that other business was taking longer than expected. Other that her brows lifting and her eyes moving, there was nothing in Elessarae's bearing or demeanor to show nervousness or impatience. Her body remained relaxed, to an observer she was just standing there unaware and yet, she was ready for action. Such was the training of a Bladesinger.
Maelamin Kingdom Bladesinger Keep
25th day of the 7th month: Pfier 8:21 pm
Elessarae stood before the gates of Megilindar Nost, seal ready for display and feet eager to march inwards. The guards at the closed wooden doors stood silent as statues, and gave no reply, physical or verbal. Again she stated her business and once more was she ignored. The double door that closed the ground level entry to the keep remained as motionless as its protectors.
Then her pointed ears picked up a faint change in the wind. The beginning of a melody was carried over an unseen path. Elessarae’s gaze followed the sound and remembered hearing it before. It had been the symphonic tune to a bladesong that she had witnessed weeks prior to this day. It had been during the practice of one of the senior Bladesinger; a man with more years of practice then Elessarae had lived.
This version of the song was different though, as played on a flute rather than the original string trio. It came from a window, about fifteen feet above the ground.
OOC: The guards make no sign what so ever to let you get in. They don’t even look at the letter and the seal. Perhaps you’re required to do something else to come in.
A Leap of _____
The sound of the music drew her to the window and gone was her decision to wait patiently. An open window was an open portal of another sort and she had the invitation. Elessarae moved back from the window gauging its height and the length of run she would need to attain the window sill with a running jump. She put the scroll in her left hand as her keen eyes swept the ground looking for the best footing and angle. Like a deer suddenly startled, she took off, coming at the keep from an angle, reaching the correct speed and distance she leaped right arm, hand, and fingers out stretched. Getting a grip on the sill she let the momentum of her run carry her body up and thru the window to land lightly on her poised and at ready with her left hand in front of her, the scroll stretched out, and seal showing.
Maelamin Kingdom Bladesinger Keep
25th day of the 7th month: Pfier 8:29 pm
The window was high, perhaps too high to reach, but Elessarae was going to try anyway. She took a running start and flew straight at the wall. She had learned to ignore the reflex of shielding herself, and aimed her direction at the window post instead. Right before impact she pushed herself up with hands and feet and gripped the sill. With a sudden push she hurled herself into the opening and stared into a blank room. There was no flute player, no furniture and only another door, shut tightly.
(OOC: the door is locked, but you can hear the music coming from the other side.)
Another Locked Door
Elessarae had taken the bit in her teeth, so to speak, though no Elf would ride a horse with a bit, preferring bitless bridles or in some cases no bridle at all. Moonsteeds rarely allowed a rider to use a bridle, though saddles, if comfortable, were allowed.
She moved to the door and half knelt before it. Even as she examined the lock she remained alert, pausing from her examination to check out the area. Having some knowledge of locks, because of her insatiable curiosity, she quickly checked her own belt pouches for something to help her open the lock, knowing she did not have the ability to open it magically
When the search turned up nothing to use she stood and began to search the room for the key or something small enough to use to try and pick the lock, not that she had any training in that area, but locks did hide secrets and she always wanted to find new things or even old things that had been forgotten. She searches carefully throughout the room, yet remained alert and wary.
If all else fails, she will get out her own pan pipes and being to play a counterpoint to the music being played in the other room. If she could not get to the mountain, perhaps she could draw the mountain to her.
Maelamin Kingdom Bladesinger Keep
25th day of the 7th month: Pfier 8:37 pm
As hard as Elessarae searched, there was nothing in the room. There was no hidden key, and nothing in her pouches or mind that would open the door. The hollow of the room was disturbing. When she ran out of ideas she went back to the one clue that brought her where she was now: the music. It was the only thing that clothed this room, and perhaps there was something more about it than she had guessed so far.
She took out her pan pipes and focused on the melody. Memorizing the tune she first played along with it, reaching the same notes at the same time. Although it was enjoyable it did not do anything to open the door or get her any further. Once more she listened to the flute, and then closed her eyes.
This time she played her own melody, a variation to the original that went against the music, but perfected it at the same time. It weaved its way through the room and when the future Bladesinger opened her eyes she saw a second door, which had not been in the room before. She tried the handle, and it opened easily.
Beyond it laid a long corridor, stretching out before the elven woman. There were a few doors, further down the hall, but they looked closed shut in the light of the four torches that lined the left wall. The music ran freely down the hall, and seemed to originate from somewhere at the end. Taking one step into the corridor, Elessarae was bounced in completely as the door behind her flung tight, locked and then disappeared from her sight, leaving a stone wall.
The Corridor
Elessarae noted it was not the mimicking but the creation of a unique counterpoint to the melody that opened the magical doorway. That in itself was a noted lesson. She slipped her pipes away and readied her sword. The elegant leaf-bladed long sword was the best weapon she could buy, having saved every coin she ever received or earned, after deciding that she would become a Bladesinger. She had even gone out into the forest to gather herbs and mushrooms to sell, as well as play music for money.
Ignoring the doors, except that they might present a danger if someone were trying to test her, Elessarae moved to where she heard the music originate. As she neared the first set of doors she move closer one wall, so that if two attackers sprang out at the same time, one could not get in behind her. She noted the direction the doors would open and placed herself accordingly, so that she was not at a disadvantage if they did open.
She continued on down the hall in the same cautious way, to the end where the music originated.
Maelamin Kingdom Bladesinger Keep
25th day of the 7th month: Pfier 8:40 pm
Although Elessarae was extremely cautious of the door, she was still caught off guard when something happened. She was so focused on the doors opening that she did not anticipate on what was happening now.
On her way to the end of the corridor she quickly stepped past the second door on the right. Her step ended on a tile that suddenly sank down an inch. A trap was sprung and even her fast reflexes couldn’t save her from the piece of rope that wrapped around her shoulder now. It had dived down like a snake and entangled her more with every second. A second rope crawled down and caught her right ankle. Within a few breaths she was trapped as a fly in a web. She had her hands free, but the first rope was now tightening around her neck and started to choke her. She had to act fast.
originate from somewhere at the end. Taking one step into the corridor, Elessarae was bounced in completely as the door behind her flung tight, locked and then disappeared from her sight, leaving a stone wall.
In a Flash
Elessarae mind and body working in precision, snatches out her sword before she gets any more entangled, it is the only thing that would reach the rope strangling her. She swings it over her head in an effort to cut the rope that is choking her. At the same time she stills the rest of her body. It could be that the ropes tighten if the victim struggles, and at the same time she begins to sing a calming lullaby.
Maelamin Kingdom Bladesinger Keep
25th day of the 7th month: Pfier 8:40 pm
The ropes tightened around Elessarae’s body. Cut off from air she started to see black clouds in front of her eyes. More out of practice than good aim came a cut with her sword that carved deep into the rope that snaked around her shoulder and neck. A second slash severed the thing, and now she dangled upside down from the ceiling. After a huge heave for air she calmed herself and started to sing.
A third rope came down, its end hovering in front of the Bladesinger’s face. Slowly it curved, as if moving on the song. Like a killer vine it touched her shoulder and started to curl itself around her chest and torso. This time it did not press down but simply wound around her.
Tired of being trussed up
Elessar blesses the Gods and Goddesses she followed that she was a trained Bard as she creates a song to turn the ropes.
Away, Away, go back to your place,
Rest then for another to disgrace.
Untwist and uncoil, no more shall you toil.
Curl up and go home, no more to shall you roam, over this body that I call my own.
Retreat to your den with this song that I send, that your enchantment will end.
That your toils shall be ceased and I be released.
Away, Away, go back to your place,
Rest then for another to disgrace.
If the song affects the ropes she will keep singing if not, she will sing a calming song to the ropes and then she will tenses her muscle without moving her body until she suddenly bends her body up and away from the rope that wanted to wrap around her chest and makes a cut at the rope holding her feet. If she drops to the ground she will roll away from the ropes.
If she does not drop she will cut the rope trying to release her arms and chest, and then go back to cutting the rope around her legs.
Maelamin Kingdom Bladesinger Keep
25th day of the 7th month: Pfier 8:40 pm
The rope that was now circling Elessarae’s body lifted her up upon the song initially. It started carrying her through the air, further down the tunnel. The rope that had been tight around her foot released its grip and the Bladesinger was practically floating now. She now saw how more rope-ends hung from the ceiling. When the rope that was holding her now came to its end another one took over. Starting a new song Elessar tried to maintain the peace, for it aided her well.
This new song did not digest well for the rope though, for it suddenly tightened and squeezed the air from the woman’s lungs. She had anticipated that move though, and within a brief struggle she was loose and heading for the floor. She caught herself well, and landed perfectly. Her smile quickly faded as she heard a clicking sound from beneath the tile under her. Instantly five ropes dove at her and entangled her hands and feet before she could hack at them. A fifth rope was now ensnaring her abdomen, though it seemed to restrain from tightening.
Then, one of the doors on the right opened, and an Orc in full battle outfit entered the hallway.
Entangled Again
There were no curses, she did not have the time to waste railing her bad luck. Elessar focus all on what she was dealing with, the ropes, the Orc, and the possibilities of other things happening.
Going back to being very still, Elessar concentrates on disbelieving the Orc is real, for she could not conceive that the Elves would allow an Orc anywhere in their lands, let alone in the sacred environs of the Bladesinger's Keep.
If the creature does not disappear, she prepares a Flare spell and then throws it in the face of the oncoming Orc. She also watches to see if the Orc trips any of the traps she had encountered, there seemed to be a number of trigger tiles.
When she can she will go back to singing a calming song.
Maelamin Kingdom Bladesinger Keep
25th day of the 7th month: Pfier 8:40 pm
The Orc approached, slowly but steadily. The ensnared Bladesinger peered at him intently, disbelieving the fact that an Orc would be allowed on these grounds. Still, her gaze did not reveal any hints of illusion or trickery. She was wasting precious time for nothing. The Orc paced forward, securely stepping over certain tiles. Elessarae noted them, and took them to mind. There, they made way for a spell, verbal in nature, since her hands were still bound. A bright flare sprang from her mind and into the Or’s face. For a moment it averted its head and then looked up, unaffected. With an expressionless face it drew its rapier and darted forward.
Attack
Ensnared by ropes Elessarae was unable to defend herself. She had only her armor to protect her. Still, that seemed to help her now, for the sharp tip of the weapon bounced off her chain shirt. The edge scraped over the metal, downwards, to cut in her leg. Though a minor wound, Elessarae was now bleeding. She had to find a way out of the ropes immediately, for the Orc prepared for a second attack.
Ensnared
Elessar pauses in her calm song long enough to intone the spell Mage Hand and then she uses the Mage Hand to press as many of the tile triggers she can that could affect the Orc. And then she takes the hand and pounds on the door that she had been heading too.
Maelamin Kingdom Bladesinger Keep
25th day of the 7th month: Pfier 8:40 pm
Elessarae had a hard time concentrating on her spell. What was more; she was hindered by the Orc, and could barely move her hand for the somatic part of conjuring a mage hand. She tore hard at the rope and got it to stretch out an inch. It was enough though, and she completed the gesture just in time before the spell slipped from her mind. The ghostly mage hand hovered in the air for a second, only for her to see. Then it shot into action, and pressed the last tile the Orc had carefully stepped over.
Instantly, they were both engulfed by a sea of fire that erupted from under the stone. The Orc dove down in a reflex, and Elessarae would’ve done the same, was she not bound in place. The ball of fire hit her with full power, like a spider in a web, caught by a falling pinecone. Her clothes and skin were scorched, and the ropes that bound her snapped.
Down she fell, next to the Orc, who was already getting up. She could now see how part of the Orc’s face was distorted, and a pale skin shone through the dirt. Holes in its clothes revealed the same pale tint of smooth skin. Elven skin. Still, an attack came. Perhaps the Bladesinger was caught off guard, but the rapier pierced her flank and the tip dug deep into her organs. Blood stained her burnt cloths, but she was still holding her sword, and she was free to use it.
Maelamin Kingdom Bladesinger Keep
25th day of the 7th month: Pfier 8:40 pm
Elessarae lunged for the Orc with her sword. The magical blade sliced a deep cut in the Orc’s arm. Red blood clung to the weapon as the Bladesinger withdrew it. The Orc cried out, but it was not the cry of a green blooded brute. Elessar didn’t need this information any more. She knew what she was dealing with. It was another test.
The tip of the rapier that the disguised elf carried shot up, and would’ve skewered her like a frog on a stick. She could barely step aside. But she managed to evade. This action brought her so close to the Orc’s face that she could feel its foul breath. Very unelfish.
Test or...
Pain exploded with every movement and yet she managed to side step the Orc/Elf's sword stroke.
With the white hot flare of pain came another pain born of a terrible thought. The Pain of Failure, it came to her that this might not be a test, but a dismissal, that somehow she had failed to make the grade. That she was no longer a Bladesinger cadet. She half turned to keep the Orc in sight.
She took another step, using the momentum of her lunge to carry her forward toward the window as she dodged the tiles the Orc/Elf had overstepped. First the message came in the midst of a testing. Another step even faster, Then no one opens the doors when she presented herself and the scroll. Did they mean that to be a parting lesson in humility was she to have just walked away? But she had not, and sought to enter the Keep by another way.
A third step, now almost to a run and she was nearing where the secret door was. The first trap, where she was almost strangled should have been another clue, that she was not wanted in the Keep then came the first cut buy the Orc's rapier. Rapier! Why had that not caught her attention before? Orc's did not use rapiers.
No! no time for what was, only what is and what must be. Elessar tightens her focus and just keeps alert and moving, she somehow hopes the Orc/Elf will let her go and not attacks because that was what they wanted her to do, leave.
Reaching the door, there was no door. She did not have the hands or strength to get out her pipes and play again. She did lift her sword to the ready position, even as her burned skin cracked and screamed pain to her mind. Elessar side stepped, so as not to leave her back to a secret door that could be opened behind her. She then tries to get to the door the Orc came out of, side stepping along the wall, eyes on the Orc and on the other doors, not seeing the blood that ran down from her lower torso to stain the expensive rugs.
If no attack comes before she gets to the door she was heading to, she will try to open it. There had to be a window in there, one she could use to get out of the Keep.
Strange, how she had fought to be accepted as a candidate for Bladesinger and now she had to fight to leave.
Maelamin Kingdom Bladesinger Keep
25th day of the 7th month: Pfier 8:40 pm
Fully intend on finding the fastest route out of the keep Elessarae jumped past the Orc and towards the door, her exit. The creature made a fast backhand slash with its rapier. The blade missed her widely, and she was free to try the door. It was shut tight. Not lingering too long on yet another disappointment Elessarae ran for the next one, forgetting the tiles and traps that lay under the tiles of the corridor. All doors were shut, and the Orc was now in full pursuit. One of the tiles gave away and she felt her right leg freeze over instantly as a sudden ice storm filled several feet of the hallway. She heard the Orc scream behind her, and limped onwards. She felt nauseous and weak. Her leg felt lifeless, but she managed to get to the last door, opposing the corridor.
This one opened smoothly and the Bladesinger pulled herself in and closed it behind her. There she slid down against the wooden surface, exhausted.
It was only then that she realized the contents of the room she had entered. She was facing a beautiful carpet covered floor with a long desk standing in the middle of this big room. Elves had been seated behind the desk, facing the door she just came through, but they now stood up and approached her. Most of them were old, and they all wore breathtaking garments bearing the symbol of the Bladesingers. One of them knelt down besides Elessarae.
“Come child. Stand up, and address your judges with honor. This is no way for a new member of the Bladesingers to attend her final test. You’ve overcome the first part, and you should be proud.”
His voice had a fluent kindness to it, but his words did not reveal whether or not she was deemed worty.
Suddenly her memories were snatched away, there was a wind and a scent on the wind and it very distrubing to the Bard. It came from the Northeast and it boded ill.
Posted on 2010-02-07 at 05:27:54.
Edited on 2010-02-07 at 05:28:42 by Dragon Mistress
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Topic: Peradyse Lost
Subject: Lorae
"Good morning Soronuume."
"For all of you who slept during the watch Brianna and I were on, Zara took Dae home, and Elistraee came for Alexandria, seems she has some duties to perform." Lorae shared the news as if there were nothing unusual about it. She too is ready to leave and with a few words cleans up the pots and pans and puts them away. "Zara said she would catch up with us."
"We follow this river to the big river," Lorae answers Xander, "so I have been told. Now someone does need to carry Precious's haversack, Moraglin, Xander, Soronuume?"
Posted on 2010-01-31 at 04:49:25.
Edited on 2010-01-31 at 04:59:28 by Dragon Mistress
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Topic: Peradyse Lost Q&A
Subject: Posting
Having to wake up a couple of the players.
Posted on 2010-01-30 at 22:32:59.
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Topic: Peradyse Lost
Subject: Please check "Game Post: The Night Passes
 Night came Alexandria left in the night, Now it is morning.
Moraglin and Xander If you want to leave your post as a back post mark it so. Or edit to fit the time.
Posted on 2010-01-29 at 23:34:15.
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Topic: Peradyse Lost
Subject: Zara
Zara looks up after stashing her bed away. "What am I going to ride if I let him ride Sebastian?"
Posted on 2010-01-27 at 22:32:53.
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Topic: Peradyse Lost
Subject: Game Post: The Night Passes
Watches were set and held be various members of the group. The largest to the two moons was full and when it was high is the velvety starstudded black sky at the time Brianna's watch with Lorae. It was then that Alexandria rose, as both thought that she would again dance for her Goddess, but this time she stood with horse and cat beside her, and all her gear packed.
She looked to Lorae, and Brianna as they followed her up the knoll. She turned to them and smiled.
"I have unfinished tasks to see too. I will return if I can. Please take care of Precious, I left her in the haversack hanging on the tree. I already told her goodbye."
With that said, the moonlight coalesced into the shimmering form of an exquisite Drow Maiden with her moon-white hair flowing about her body. The moonlight hair grew to encompass Alexandria and then the glow, the Goddess and Alexandria were gone.
Morning found the group one short. Lorae had cooked a pot of porrige and filled it with berries, nuts and honey. Then each of the group reaied themselves for the day.
Posted on 2010-01-27 at 22:26:06.
Edited on 2010-01-27 at 23:04:25 by Dragon Mistress
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Topic: Demon Wind Recruitment
Subject: Old Character
Ye Olde - I have a level 6 Bladesinger that was in Almerin's Audalis Game of Chakran Portal Can I play her? she was made with a 32 point buy system.
She comes with a game long history and that would be the reason she is out of Sylvari lands making sure the contagion of the Demon Trees has not spread.
Posted on 2010-01-24 at 19:56:51.
Edited on 2010-01-24 at 21:38:21 by Dragon Mistress
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Topic: Peradyse Lost
Subject: Lorae
"Brianna, there is no need to hunt or forage, we have the fine elk stag that was taken before we camped. It is more than enough for days a food and there will be chances along the road to gather other edibles.
Posted on 2010-01-21 at 20:16:59.
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Topic: Peradyse Lost
Subject: Game Post: The Night Passes
Watches are set and dinner is made later from the remains of the lunch. The only night sounds were the cacaphony of nocturnal creatures going about the business of living and dying.
For the new comers to the world, standing watch brings them the distinct sense of displacement as three moons in various phases orbit in the night sky, and the stars form very different configurations.
Posted on 2010-01-21 at 02:21:08.
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Topic: Demon Wind Recruitment
Subject: PC IDEA
MMMM multiclass--will depend of whether it is 2 oe 3.5 but thinking along the lines of Half Elf, Fighter/Cleric, or Ranger/Cleric, or a bladesinger, almost, if 3.5 because you have to be at 7 before you can take Bladesinger.
Posted on 2010-01-18 at 06:34:05.
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Topic: Demon Wind Recruitment
Subject: Your game
me too
Posted on 2010-01-18 at 01:36:04.
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Topic: Peradyse Lost
Subject: Zara
"Hi Xander, get to know everyone yet? Have you eaten yet?" she left no pausse for him to answer the first question, nor the second as she went on, "I hate eating alone." and without pause. "You know Devon this meal is quite excellent. Eat up Xander we don't get food like this often."
She sat down and piles her plate full for the third time.
"Oh and why we are not going southeast is because she is a bit off on her global geography." Zara had heard that remark coming it. "Anyway her home is a about a thirsd of the way aroung Azhure, the name of our world, and across a fairly big expanse of water."
Posted on 2010-01-15 at 21:39:29.
Edited on 2010-01-15 at 21:45:35 by Dragon Mistress
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