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[133] Jinquil: Promises, Promises
Fri Aug 5 07:56:29 2011
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The elven scout that had come to them the night before had warned that
there were thousands of dwarves in the forest and they were marching west to
the sea in an attempt to cut the vallens off. Though wounded the man
insisted on continuing, warning that more refugees would be pouring through
the city gates. He made it clear that this time they would need assistance
in reaching the city.
Until the wee hours of the morning the elves of the vallen city rode out
continuously from it's gates, meeting the wounded refugees that had become
as steady a stream as the river that flows through the heart of Shalonesti.
Unlike many of the first refugees, these groups consisted only of women and
children. Maimed, some were missing limbs and badly bleeding, their wounds
tended only by themselves as they had fled to escape the onslaught of
murderous dwarves. Using her steed, Jinquil ferried the worst of them from
forest to temple, meeting all she could at the tree line to assist them
safely inside the city.
Occasionally the elves were forced to make a quick grab of a woman or child,
narrowly avoiding the swing of an axe or sword. Adding insult to injury...
The continued attempts at the lives of these helpless elves who had been
forced to flee wounded into the smoke shrouded forest brought her a sense of
rage she could not completely contain and Jinquil found herself growling and
picking her way through the lines of soldiers at the city walls, approaching
one of the elven archers.
Within moments, Jinquil held the man's bow over her shoulder and was riding
back into the woods. Halting her horse several yards from the gates, her
eyes found the form of Drondon, rolling as he rescued another child from
death by stump. She pulls an arrow from the quiver at her shoulder. It's
tip, serrated at the edges in a leaf shaped pattern, glimmered red gold in
the eerie light. Arrow notched, she pulls the string of the bow back and
aims high, sending the arrow arching with a whisper through the woods. The
emerald and golden shaft whizzes brightly through the dark night, striking
the ground just a few inches from the fleeing dwarf. Promise sent, Jinquil
circles her steed around to follow and shield Drondon's retreat with the
injured child.
Having volunteered to risk the current dangers of the forest to usher them
home, Jinquil spent the evening and the dark hours of the morning doing so
with the same diligence she turned to any task, working herself to a state
past exhaustion. Fortunately the frustration and anger she felt at being
powerless to prevent such carnage fueled her and would give her strength to
continue with the plans that had been meant for the previous day.
After giving orders to have the Sha'qelas scout ships patrol the western
coastline, Jinquil turned her attention to preparing her steed for the day's
journey into the thick of the woods. Her mind refusing to relinquish the
image of the scout, clasping the wound at his side and demanding to return
to the forest. She had left to guard the gate and only learned from the
Songmaster later in the eve that the man had passed away from his wounds.
With a sigh of sorrow and a prayer to Zandreya for the man's safe passage
into her realm, Jinquil left for the stables to seek out Llorana, silently
hoping she would have the opportunity soon to repay the dwarves in kind for
their transgressions.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Promises, Promises
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[132] Drondon: Promises, Promises
Fri Aug 5 06:38:57 2011
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He ordered the elves that were capable to aid the new waves of refugees
coming into the city. These weren't the refugees like the droves. These
were women and children. Badly beaten some of them, others clutching
wounds, all covered in ash and soot. Drondon made it a point to go to the
west of the Vallens, following the new plumes of smoke, and the red tinted
clouds. He heard the cries and moans of the women, some carrrying small
infants, the children close to their mother's sides. He noticed what the
scout had told the elves at the pool. No men.
Where soot and ash covered elf came up to him, coughing meekly. The little
girl tugged lightly at the hem of his leather and chainmail shirt. The
Songmaster blinked, the anger in his blue orbs melting away to concern and
sadness as he crouched down to the elf's level. The bruised and tired
looking elf spoke softly, 'There's more... Lil babies and mama's, my
friend, Roshan, can you help him.
All Drondon could do was nod.
Promise? The child coughed again, covering her ashed streaked face with
the back of hand.
The half elf looked the girl straight in the eyes, 'Promise. He nodded
then stood straight up, looking at the little elf's mother. 'There's food
and shelter at Her temple. Take the lil one.
Drondon tightened the straps at the back of his head, making his faceguard
fit snug against him. Before the disheveled woman could nod, he was gone.
The smoke billowed from the west, and by the coast. He passed more
refugees, not a single male elf. He urged them on, as elves from the city
came and aided them, picking up the wounded, and smaller children.
He moved deeper into the smoked filled forest, the heat was making him
sweat, his leathers were becoming soaked. Off a few yards a small clearing,
slowly becoming engulfed by creeping flames, he saw a little pointy eared
boy, sprawled out, bleeding, and whimpering in pain. He broke out into a
sprint, tugging his sash off as he reached for the boy. From the smoke,
like a creature of nightmares, a dwarf came forth, raising it's axe, aiming
it's blow at the boy's chest. Drondon rushed like the winds of Turpa,
snatching the child, hugging him tightly to his chest, rolling before the
axe found it's mark, then breaking into a full run back to the city.
Promise is a promise. He wrapped his sash around the child's mouth and
nose to keep anymore smoke out of his lungs. He remembered the beady eyes
of the dwarf and would make a note to see it again soon.
[132] Drondon: Promises, Promises
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He ordered the elves that were capable to aid the new waves of refugees
coming into the city. These weren't the refugees like the droves. These
were women and children. Badly beaten some of them, others clutching
wounds, all covered in ash and soot. Drondon made it a point to go to the
west of the Vallens, following the new plumes of smoke, and the red tinted
clouds. He heard the cries and moans of the women, some carrrying small
infants, the children close to their mother's sides. He noticed what the
scout had told the elves at the pool. No men.
Where soot and ash covered elf came up to him, coughing meekly. The little
girl tugged lightly at the hem of his leather and chainmail shirt. The
Songmaster blinked, the anger in his blue orbs melting away to concern and
sadness as he crouched down to the elf's level. The bruised and tired
looking elf spoke softly, 'There's more... Lil babies and mama's, my
friend, Roshan, can you help him.
All Drondon could do was nod.
Promise? The child coughed again, covering her ashed streaked face with
the back of hand.
The half elf looked the girl straight in the eyes, 'Promise. He nodded
then stood straight up, looking at the little elf's mother. 'There's food
and shelter at Her temple. Take the lil one.
Drondon tightened the straps at the back of his head, making his faceguard
fit snug against him. Before the disheveled woman could nod, he was gone.
The smoke billowed from the west, and by the coast. He passed more
refugees, not a single male elf. He urged them on, as elves from the city
came and aided them, picking up the wounded, and smaller children.
He moved deeper into the smoked filled forest, the heat was making him
sweat, his leathers were becoming soaked. Off a few yards a small clearing,
slowly becoming engulfed by creeping flames, he saw a little pointy eared
boy, sprawled out, bleeding, and whimpering in pain. He broke out into a
sprint, tugging his sash off as he reached for the boy. From the smoke,
like a creature of nightmares, a dwarf came forth, raising it's axe, aiming
it's blow at the boy's chest. Drondon rushed like the winds of Turpa,
snatching the child, hugging him tightly to his chest, rolling before the
axe found it's mark, then breaking into a full run back to the city.
Promise is a promise. He wrapped his sash around the child's mouth and
nose to keep anymore smoke out of his lungs. He remembered the beady eyes
of the dwarf and would make a note to see it again soon.
Raise Your Weapons
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[128] Drondon: Raise Your Weapons
Thu Aug 4 22:38:43 2011
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They stood around in a large circle, shoulder to shoulder, their eyes
locked on the white haired, half elf. They all wore various fashions of
armors made of chainmail, their sheathes housed different makes of swords,
men and women in the group, but they all had one thing in common: a sash
trimmed in crimson and ivory. The sash of the Kyorl.
Drondon saw the faces of each as he turned in a slow circle, his soft,
sapphire blue eyes met each of theirs. They're here, and they want to kill
us. They don't care who we are, what we believe, or what we do. Death is
what they want to bring.
You know your prime objective, I don't have to tell you. He walked the
inner rim of the circle of Kyorl, passing elves of high blood, wilders, sea
elves, and a couple half elves. You also know that I don't care too much
about your aura, a gold, red, or none, the dwarves don't care either. You
all know what I've said. Anything necessary to do the job. We aren't bound
by honor, there'll be no mercy, there'll be no forgiveness.
I expect blood on your blades, and on your armors. Some of you won't make
it, but you'll not be forgotten, and you won't have died in vain. You'll
fall for the price of your choice to defend the Family, the Vallens, with
your life. Respect, Kyorl.
The Field of Song was filled with the haunting sounds of every Kyorl's song.
One voice, but all different. He kept his pace about the circle. Fight
like Josiuh did. Fight til you can't raise your sword anymore. Fight for
those who have no home now. Fight for your loved ones, and children. You
will give them no quarter!
Dron stopped in the middle of the circle, glancing upwards. 'There's a
place for you all, whatever your beliefs are, you'll be in your God's
embrace when this is over.
Prepare yourselves. Killin' time is near.
The eerie sounds of humming grew louder as each Kyorl drew their blades,
raising them to the sky. The Song grew in intensity, filling the city, and
flowing out into the Vallens. The Songmaster had to speak above it. Sing
your Song! Let the dwarves hear it! Let the elves of the Vallens hear it!
Let them all know we are here!
The Song of the Blade, the song that always was, and always present washed
over the kingdom. The Kyorl were ready.
[128] Drondon: Raise Your Weapons
Thu Aug 4 22:38:43 2011
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They stood around in a large circle, shoulder to shoulder, their eyes
locked on the white haired, half elf. They all wore various fashions of
armors made of chainmail, their sheathes housed different makes of swords,
men and women in the group, but they all had one thing in common: a sash
trimmed in crimson and ivory. The sash of the Kyorl.
Drondon saw the faces of each as he turned in a slow circle, his soft,
sapphire blue eyes met each of theirs. They're here, and they want to kill
us. They don't care who we are, what we believe, or what we do. Death is
what they want to bring.
You know your prime objective, I don't have to tell you. He walked the
inner rim of the circle of Kyorl, passing elves of high blood, wilders, sea
elves, and a couple half elves. You also know that I don't care too much
about your aura, a gold, red, or none, the dwarves don't care either. You
all know what I've said. Anything necessary to do the job. We aren't bound
by honor, there'll be no mercy, there'll be no forgiveness.
I expect blood on your blades, and on your armors. Some of you won't make
it, but you'll not be forgotten, and you won't have died in vain. You'll
fall for the price of your choice to defend the Family, the Vallens, with
your life. Respect, Kyorl.
The Field of Song was filled with the haunting sounds of every Kyorl's song.
One voice, but all different. He kept his pace about the circle. Fight
like Josiuh did. Fight til you can't raise your sword anymore. Fight for
those who have no home now. Fight for your loved ones, and children. You
will give them no quarter!
Dron stopped in the middle of the circle, glancing upwards. 'There's a
place for you all, whatever your beliefs are, you'll be in your God's
embrace when this is over.
Prepare yourselves. Killin' time is near.
The eerie sounds of humming grew louder as each Kyorl drew their blades,
raising them to the sky. The Song grew in intensity, filling the city, and
flowing out into the Vallens. The Songmaster had to speak above it. Sing
your Song! Let the dwarves hear it! Let the elves of the Vallens hear it!
Let them all know we are here!
The Song of the Blade, the song that always was, and always present washed
over the kingdom. The Kyorl were ready.
Key Change
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[112] Drondon: Key Change
Tue Aug 2 19:25:04 2011
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The elves of the Vallens were all in the circle of Heavens. The refugees
had been moved to the palace ballroom to accomodate the masses. Drondon was
called into the circle to give his report. He walked in slowly, his eyes
filled with a controlled rage. Kyorl know patience and poise, he'd get his
chance at the scout who took out a good piece of flesh from his arm, or at
least he hoped.
He gave the full report, then looked around, his eyes rolling into the back
of his head slightly, and slumped to the ground, sliding back against a
Vallen tree. His blood finally soaking enough through the leater and
chainmail sleeve, trickling to the ground. Xelin was ordered by Aelthran to
take care of Drondon. This is going to hurt like the time I kicked you in
the crotch and pulled your hair.
Xelin grabbed Drondon's wrist, holding tightly, then poured the contents of
the bottle over the deep gash. Drondon yelled loudly, writhing from the
intense pain. This was something he never felt before, and it definitely
let him know he was alive.
The half elf looked up Xelin, and through gritted teeth, a rising chest, and
sweat covered brow mustered I'm goin' to kill that damned dwarf, then I'm
goin' to kick you in the giggleberries.
He stood up slowly, elves' heads were turned to give him the respect and
dignity of letting him be in pain. He drug his feet as his arm newly
bandaged arm went numb. The pain in the arm was gone, but he was tired. He
was angry. His Song was changing from the events he saw. All the senses of
his body took everything in. He was ready to kill, ready to defend his
home, his friends, and family. He was going to heal, then he was going to
prepare.
He was going to call on his Kyorl, they were going to have a chat in a few
days.
[112] Drondon: Key Change
Tue Aug 2 19:25:04 2011
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The elves of the Vallens were all in the circle of Heavens. The refugees
had been moved to the palace ballroom to accomodate the masses. Drondon was
called into the circle to give his report. He walked in slowly, his eyes
filled with a controlled rage. Kyorl know patience and poise, he'd get his
chance at the scout who took out a good piece of flesh from his arm, or at
least he hoped.
He gave the full report, then looked around, his eyes rolling into the back
of his head slightly, and slumped to the ground, sliding back against a
Vallen tree. His blood finally soaking enough through the leater and
chainmail sleeve, trickling to the ground. Xelin was ordered by Aelthran to
take care of Drondon. This is going to hurt like the time I kicked you in
the crotch and pulled your hair.
Xelin grabbed Drondon's wrist, holding tightly, then poured the contents of
the bottle over the deep gash. Drondon yelled loudly, writhing from the
intense pain. This was something he never felt before, and it definitely
let him know he was alive.
The half elf looked up Xelin, and through gritted teeth, a rising chest, and
sweat covered brow mustered I'm goin' to kill that damned dwarf, then I'm
goin' to kick you in the giggleberries.
He stood up slowly, elves' heads were turned to give him the respect and
dignity of letting him be in pain. He drug his feet as his arm newly
bandaged arm went numb. The pain in the arm was gone, but he was tired. He
was angry. His Song was changing from the events he saw. All the senses of
his body took everything in. He was ready to kill, ready to defend his
home, his friends, and family. He was going to heal, then he was going to
prepare.
He was going to call on his Kyorl, they were going to have a chat in a few
days.
Too Close For Comfort
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[111] Drondon: Too Close For Comfort
Tue Aug 2 18:55:57 2011
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Drondon had just got back from the field and he saw him, the elf that always stood guard at the door, Lanac. Can I speak to you, Songmaster?
Oh, this isn't goin' to be good. Drondon thought. The Songmaster looked
at Lanac, Lanac back at him with a serious cold expression. Absolutely.
They both left the resting pads to speak in quiet.
I have reports of fire and smoke to the southwest of the Vallens. Elves
have lost their homes, they are refugees.
Drondon cut his eyes, his anger through the weeks had just shifted to this
news. What else?
Lanac kept his gaze on Drondon. Dwarves, Sir. They've cut a path and are
here. Dwarven scouts have been spotted.
Drondon called on the elves to prepare the kingdom. He clinched his jaw,
and called for Jinquil to meet him at the gates. She was ready for battle.
Many elves saw a different side to him than most. Only the closest to him
knew that all in all, when it came down to it, he was ready to do anything
for the Vallens, despite feelings of his bloodline.
He let it be known to all in the Vallens, and elves that those that lost
their homes were to make it to the kingdom. There would be food, shelter,
and needed comfort. He ordered his Kyorl to not leave their charges, keep a
vigilant ear and eye open for anything. The Sha'falas were to be at all
openings at the city, and at the gates, prepared.
Talik went out to scout for stragglers, Xelin and Aynira tended the refugees
at the temple, healing the wounded, comforting the children. The Dalars all
came and patrolled, and aided.
Drondon walked to the city gates, giving a quick nod, accompanied with
silent orders to drop any dwarf sighted, by any means necessary. Kyorl
didn't have to be bound by a code of honor, just do their job, and he made
sure that his Kyorl did a damn good job.
He stepped out of the gate, and stood silently next to Jinquil. She found
something, and he knew it. She left quickly and with no sound made,
he followed and both rushed the dwarf.
This dwarf was a large brute, Drondon was already bruised and cut from
previous field battles, but when it came to his home, and elves, he didn't
care how hurt he was. Drondon didn't get much of the chance to hurt the
dwarf, as he went in for a strike, the axe buried into his arm, bleeding
though the leater and staining the chainmail of his sleeve. He had to make
a retreat. He was tired, sore, bloody, but not broken.
[111] Drondon: Too Close For Comfort
Tue Aug 2 18:55:57 2011
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Drondon had just got back from the field and he saw him, the elf that always stood guard at the door, Lanac. Can I speak to you, Songmaster?
Oh, this isn't goin' to be good. Drondon thought. The Songmaster looked
at Lanac, Lanac back at him with a serious cold expression. Absolutely.
They both left the resting pads to speak in quiet.
I have reports of fire and smoke to the southwest of the Vallens. Elves
have lost their homes, they are refugees.
Drondon cut his eyes, his anger through the weeks had just shifted to this
news. What else?
Lanac kept his gaze on Drondon. Dwarves, Sir. They've cut a path and are
here. Dwarven scouts have been spotted.
Drondon called on the elves to prepare the kingdom. He clinched his jaw,
and called for Jinquil to meet him at the gates. She was ready for battle.
Many elves saw a different side to him than most. Only the closest to him
knew that all in all, when it came down to it, he was ready to do anything
for the Vallens, despite feelings of his bloodline.
He let it be known to all in the Vallens, and elves that those that lost
their homes were to make it to the kingdom. There would be food, shelter,
and needed comfort. He ordered his Kyorl to not leave their charges, keep a
vigilant ear and eye open for anything. The Sha'falas were to be at all
openings at the city, and at the gates, prepared.
Talik went out to scout for stragglers, Xelin and Aynira tended the refugees
at the temple, healing the wounded, comforting the children. The Dalars all
came and patrolled, and aided.
Drondon walked to the city gates, giving a quick nod, accompanied with
silent orders to drop any dwarf sighted, by any means necessary. Kyorl
didn't have to be bound by a code of honor, just do their job, and he made
sure that his Kyorl did a damn good job.
He stepped out of the gate, and stood silently next to Jinquil. She found
something, and he knew it. She left quickly and with no sound made,
he followed and both rushed the dwarf.
This dwarf was a large brute, Drondon was already bruised and cut from
previous field battles, but when it came to his home, and elves, he didn't
care how hurt he was. Drondon didn't get much of the chance to hurt the
dwarf, as he went in for a strike, the axe buried into his arm, bleeding
though the leater and staining the chainmail of his sleeve. He had to make
a retreat. He was tired, sore, bloody, but not broken.
The Dirty Dozen
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[107] Xelin: The Dirty Dozen
Tue Aug 2 13:03:42 2011
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Xelin stood in front of his soldiers, his cutlass gleaming in the
moonlight.
'Alright boyo's, it seems as if we're on standby for now, but that does NOT
mean you can go galavanting off to do what you please. As of this moment
you're on defense duty. '
He frowned for a moment then continued, making eye contact with each one.
'They're coming from the west, so by the Mother, that's where we'll be. Oh
yes, boyo's, should they reach our walls we'll meet 'em head on. They'll
have their bloodlust satisfied by our blades. '
He stopped, looked at his soldiers and pulled out a tattered cloth. Walking
up to the standard bearer, he gave the order to bear arms. A few minutes
later the old crimson and black flag flew from the staff. The Dirty Dozen
was back in full force.
'These dwarves are nothing more then animals, boyo's. They want to try and
puff themselves up, instill fear in us. But by the Mother be damned,
they'll pay for what they've done. That's our land out there, Mother
blessed. It may be that they're desperately wanting to get back at us for
the last war. They think if they can hole us up, they'll have us. HA! We
are not stumps that hide in the ground. We are ELVES, the forest is our
home. They are roaches amongst our home. They will be squashed. '
Xelin grinned as he drew his blade, holding it up to the sky.
'THEY WILL NOT BE ALLOWED TO LEAVE! THEY HAVE KILLED OUR COUSINS. MEN,
WOMEN, CHILDREN, THEY DO NOT CARE. OUR FAMILIES THAT WERE LEFT OUT THERE WITHOUT WARNING. OUR BROTHERS, SISTERS, MOTHERS AND FATHERS. THEY WILL REGRET THIS GRUDGE! '
Xelin snapped his collar closed, his grey eyes cold as the steel he bore in
his hand looking westward. All around him his soldiers gathered, readying
their wicked blades he had once wielded, in fact they were all modeled after
his, he found out.
'DEATH TO THE STUMPS! FOR THE VALLEN! FOR THE MOTHER! FOR SHALONESTI! '
they cried into the night air. One unit, one family, defending another.
[107] Xelin: The Dirty Dozen
Tue Aug 2 13:03:42 2011
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Xelin stood in front of his soldiers, his cutlass gleaming in the
moonlight.
'Alright boyo's, it seems as if we're on standby for now, but that does NOT
mean you can go galavanting off to do what you please. As of this moment
you're on defense duty. '
He frowned for a moment then continued, making eye contact with each one.
'They're coming from the west, so by the Mother, that's where we'll be. Oh
yes, boyo's, should they reach our walls we'll meet 'em head on. They'll
have their bloodlust satisfied by our blades. '
He stopped, looked at his soldiers and pulled out a tattered cloth. Walking
up to the standard bearer, he gave the order to bear arms. A few minutes
later the old crimson and black flag flew from the staff. The Dirty Dozen
was back in full force.
'These dwarves are nothing more then animals, boyo's. They want to try and
puff themselves up, instill fear in us. But by the Mother be damned,
they'll pay for what they've done. That's our land out there, Mother
blessed. It may be that they're desperately wanting to get back at us for
the last war. They think if they can hole us up, they'll have us. HA! We
are not stumps that hide in the ground. We are ELVES, the forest is our
home. They are roaches amongst our home. They will be squashed. '
Xelin grinned as he drew his blade, holding it up to the sky.
'THEY WILL NOT BE ALLOWED TO LEAVE! THEY HAVE KILLED OUR COUSINS. MEN,
WOMEN, CHILDREN, THEY DO NOT CARE. OUR FAMILIES THAT WERE LEFT OUT THERE WITHOUT WARNING. OUR BROTHERS, SISTERS, MOTHERS AND FATHERS. THEY WILL REGRET THIS GRUDGE! '
Xelin snapped his collar closed, his grey eyes cold as the steel he bore in
his hand looking westward. All around him his soldiers gathered, readying
their wicked blades he had once wielded, in fact they were all modeled after
his, he found out.
'DEATH TO THE STUMPS! FOR THE VALLEN! FOR THE MOTHER! FOR SHALONESTI! '
they cried into the night air. One unit, one family, defending another.
Scouting the Forest for Dwarves
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[106] Talik: Scouting the forest for dwarves.
Tue Aug 2 08:29:43 2011
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Once the meeting was adjourned Talik began preperations to meet Jinquil
near the southern gates of Shalonesti. Jinquil had already summoned a small
battalion of Elven forces. Talik spoke briefly with the Senator claiming he
did not wish a large number of elves to accompany him. Talik picked two
rangers, who were skilled with a bow, and a druid for healing, and skill
with their staff. Also with his choice came the safety of the three, all
being able to hide quite well in the forest setting that they ventured.
Talik tipped his head to the Senator and all of the brave elves that stood
in ranks, then headed east into the forest.
As they ventured deeper into the forest, Talik's elven ears could hear the
sounds of chopping, and overall loudness of dwarves. Though they were still
a great distance away, the stench of dwarves, and flame filled the air.
Talik knew that this was not a good sign. Talik explained to his party,
that we will not perish this day. If we are outnumbered, do whatever you
must to escape safely. The elves agreed.
The small party crept closer to the large dwarven army, all of the sounds
were much louder now. Talik sent the quickest ranger of the two to scout
ahead of the group, while Talik and the rest remained hidden. After 20
minutes the ranger returned. She told Talik just what he had feared. This
was an all out battle heading toward Shalonesti. The dwarves were burning
and chopping and murdering defenseless elves that lived in the deep woods,
and had not received word of the refuge Shalonesti had begun. Knowing the
slow pace that the dwarves were moving, Talik ordered the rangers, and druid
to split up. For one hour, find all of the elves living in the deep forest,
and direct them immediately to Shalonesti's gates to seek refuge. Tell them
that food, shelter, clothes, and toys for the children will be provided.
Just as the elves were about to head on their mission, Talik reminded them
once again. We do not perish this day, be quick, be safe. One hour!
Talik who was already packing light for the trip, flew through the forest to
the south. Knowing that he could not blend into the surroundings as well as
the rangers, or druid, he had to be fast. Finding elves scattered within
the forest Talik directed them to Shalonesti Kingdom. Knowing that the
dwarves would be coming soon, he kept the elves at a relentless pace, even
helping carry the smaller children. When the hour was up, Talik returned to
the Kingdom's gates. Where all three members of his party were waiting.
The refugees were taken inside the Kingdom where they would be protected and
cared for. After a quick debriefing from his party members, Talik went
straight to the Speakers to tell him of his findings.
[106] Talik: Scouting the forest for dwarves.
Tue Aug 2 08:29:43 2011
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Once the meeting was adjourned Talik began preperations to meet Jinquil
near the southern gates of Shalonesti. Jinquil had already summoned a small
battalion of Elven forces. Talik spoke briefly with the Senator claiming he
did not wish a large number of elves to accompany him. Talik picked two
rangers, who were skilled with a bow, and a druid for healing, and skill
with their staff. Also with his choice came the safety of the three, all
being able to hide quite well in the forest setting that they ventured.
Talik tipped his head to the Senator and all of the brave elves that stood
in ranks, then headed east into the forest.
As they ventured deeper into the forest, Talik's elven ears could hear the
sounds of chopping, and overall loudness of dwarves. Though they were still
a great distance away, the stench of dwarves, and flame filled the air.
Talik knew that this was not a good sign. Talik explained to his party,
that we will not perish this day. If we are outnumbered, do whatever you
must to escape safely. The elves agreed.
The small party crept closer to the large dwarven army, all of the sounds
were much louder now. Talik sent the quickest ranger of the two to scout
ahead of the group, while Talik and the rest remained hidden. After 20
minutes the ranger returned. She told Talik just what he had feared. This
was an all out battle heading toward Shalonesti. The dwarves were burning
and chopping and murdering defenseless elves that lived in the deep woods,
and had not received word of the refuge Shalonesti had begun. Knowing the
slow pace that the dwarves were moving, Talik ordered the rangers, and druid
to split up. For one hour, find all of the elves living in the deep forest,
and direct them immediately to Shalonesti's gates to seek refuge. Tell them
that food, shelter, clothes, and toys for the children will be provided.
Just as the elves were about to head on their mission, Talik reminded them
once again. We do not perish this day, be quick, be safe. One hour!
Talik who was already packing light for the trip, flew through the forest to
the south. Knowing that he could not blend into the surroundings as well as
the rangers, or druid, he had to be fast. Finding elves scattered within
the forest Talik directed them to Shalonesti Kingdom. Knowing that the
dwarves would be coming soon, he kept the elves at a relentless pace, even
helping carry the smaller children. When the hour was up, Talik returned to
the Kingdom's gates. Where all three members of his party were waiting.
The refugees were taken inside the Kingdom where they would be protected and
cared for. After a quick debriefing from his party members, Talik went
straight to the Speakers to tell him of his findings.
The First Sparks of War - Sunrise
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[130] Jinquil: The First Sparks of War - Sunrise
Thu Aug 4 23:45:51 2011
To: Shalonesti Shalonesti_kingdom Thaxanos Wargar All Kyri IMM RP Zandreya
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Shalonesti and the elves within it lived for their continuity. Everyday,
the first rays of morning light would splinter the horizon to bathe the
forest in a radiant and golden light. On this particular morning, nothing
in Shalonesti was within the norm. Soldiers and Kyorl lined the gates,
having been at their stations for the entirety of the previous night that
had passed slowly for every soul within the city. The sting of the events
from the evening before was reinforced by the soft red glow that blended
with the vivid orange of the sun to paint the sky over the forest and the
city with fire. The heavy gray plumes of smoke that lingered in the trees
replaced the veil of silver mist usually provided by Shalinastra's falls, a
constant reminder that war was upon them.
[130] Jinquil: The First Sparks of War - Sunrise
Thu Aug 4 23:45:51 2011
To: Shalonesti Shalonesti_kingdom Thaxanos Wargar All Kyri IMM RP Zandreya
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Shalonesti and the elves within it lived for their continuity. Everyday,
the first rays of morning light would splinter the horizon to bathe the
forest in a radiant and golden light. On this particular morning, nothing
in Shalonesti was within the norm. Soldiers and Kyorl lined the gates,
having been at their stations for the entirety of the previous night that
had passed slowly for every soul within the city. The sting of the events
from the evening before was reinforced by the soft red glow that blended
with the vivid orange of the sun to paint the sky over the forest and the
city with fire. The heavy gray plumes of smoke that lingered in the trees
replaced the veil of silver mist usually provided by Shalinastra's falls, a
constant reminder that war was upon them.
Having chosen the most capable elves for the task at hand, Jinquil repeated
the order the Speaker had given the night before when the elves had gathered
together within the Circle of Heavens. "Our Speaker was clear, lose one and
we are to return. This is a mission for scouting only. Do NOT engage the
enemy for to do so at the moment is suicide. " She glanced over each elf
that stood before her, nodding more to herself than them before clasping her
hands behind her back and continuing, "I am going to insist on better from
you. We do not lose ONE. Not one. If you sense danger, even a shiver of
it, you return to the city with as much speed as Zandreya can gift you. "
the order the Speaker had given the night before when the elves had gathered
together within the Circle of Heavens. "Our Speaker was clear, lose one and
we are to return. This is a mission for scouting only. Do NOT engage the
enemy for to do so at the moment is suicide. " She glanced over each elf
that stood before her, nodding more to herself than them before clasping her
hands behind her back and continuing, "I am going to insist on better from
you. We do not lose ONE. Not one. If you sense danger, even a shiver of
it, you return to the city with as much speed as Zandreya can gift you. "
Talik arrived, glancing over the number of men she had gathered with hesitation
before he chose three and made his way off into the forest to begin his
scouting. Chosing three of her own to accompany her, she continues her
orders, "You three will join me in scouting. The rest of you are to cover
the ground immediately surrounding the city. I want you fireproofing ever
vallen you can reach without endangering yourself. Do what you can and
return to the city before nightfall. " With that, she gave the men and
women gathered a crisp salute and once the gesture is returned by all fades
into the labyrinth of the vallenwoods.
before he chose three and made his way off into the forest to begin his
scouting. Chosing three of her own to accompany her, she continues her
orders, "You three will join me in scouting. The rest of you are to cover
the ground immediately surrounding the city. I want you fireproofing ever
vallen you can reach without endangering yourself. Do what you can and
return to the city before nightfall. " With that, she gave the men and
women gathered a crisp salute and once the gesture is returned by all fades
into the labyrinth of the vallenwoods.
The day of scouting was long and arduous. Jinquil and the other three elves
crept to the south through the forest, studying the dwarven army from the
shelter of the mother's trees. It was indeed an entire battalion and no
light raiding party. Cutting and burning their way through the forest, the
dwarves headed towards Shalonesti with no remorse for the destruction they
left behind them. Circling around the dwarven forces to avoid detection,
Jinquil and her small group of scouts picked their way back along the
ancient vallens that lined the coast. It was this route that drew Jinquil's
thoughts elsewhere.
crept to the south through the forest, studying the dwarven army from the
shelter of the mother's trees. It was indeed an entire battalion and no
light raiding party. Cutting and burning their way through the forest, the
dwarves headed towards Shalonesti with no remorse for the destruction they
left behind them. Circling around the dwarven forces to avoid detection,
Jinquil and her small group of scouts picked their way back along the
ancient vallens that lined the coast. It was this route that drew Jinquil's
thoughts elsewhere.
The sky in the area of the forest that sheltered the Dalar family home was
thick with angry black smoke. Jinquil returned to the city with haste,
striding through the gates with her team as the sun's departure once again
faded the sky to colors of cobalt and crimson. Her feet carried her quickly
to the palace ballroom that housed the refugees and she passed quietly and
mostly unnoticed amongst them. Several wept still, each face holding a
shock and desolation that made Jinquil's heart swell.
thick with angry black smoke. Jinquil returned to the city with haste,
striding through the gates with her team as the sun's departure once again
faded the sky to colors of cobalt and crimson. Her feet carried her quickly
to the palace ballroom that housed the refugees and she passed quietly and
mostly unnoticed amongst them. Several wept still, each face holding a
shock and desolation that made Jinquil's heart swell.
After several trips around the large room, it was more than obvious. Her
parents were not among the refugees. They had not yet made it to the safety
of the city. Turning from the room, Jinquil went to find her older sister,
Llorana, her mind already forming a plan.
parents were not among the refugees. They had not yet made it to the safety
of the city. Turning from the room, Jinquil went to find her older sister,
Llorana, her mind already forming a plan.
The First Sparks of War - Nightfall
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[129] Jinquil: The First Sparks of War - Nightfall
Thu Aug 4 23:34:01 2011
To: Shalonesti Shalonesti_kingdom Thaxanos Wargar All Kyri IMM RP Zandreya
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Though dusk was coming to lay claim to the last remnants of light from
the sun, the darkening sky was tinged a bright red more reminiscent of dawn
than the nightfall. In the distance, the sky lit up with fire, the source
of the red glow that now illuminated the clouds.
After spending the day training with her men, she had been weary and sought
the shelter of the grove to rest but a word from the Songmaster had drawn
her back out to the southern gates with news from the guardian Lanac. The
dwarves were coming and cutting a path through Zandreya's vallens. Elven
scouts had spotted a group of their own people, fleeing from the enemy that
invaded their homes for no reason other than their own selfish need for
blood.
The fires of war were not a new experience. She had long ago become
accustomed to the sting of it during the first battle with the dwarves.
This time however, the battlefield had changed and the song in her allowed
her to hear the mourning of the wood that stretched all around their fair
city. Blinking against the smoke that watered her eyes, the Sha'qelas
Senator stood between the gates, her eyes trained on the dark and hazy
forest that spread before her, waiting alone as Drondon and the others were
forced to deal with the interfering members of enemy clans.
The first form to fade from the mist wasn't at all what she had expected to
see. A small boy, covered in soot appeared from the trees, limping towards
the gate in a way that dragged his small foot through the dirt and grass.
The pain in his face, coupled with fear was heart breaking. Behind him,
scores of others, equally covered in ash appeared as well. She stepped
clear of their path, allowing them to pass into the safety the gates
offered. She mentally made note of the ones who were wounded and shielded
each with her magics as they drew near.
Jinquil held herself off to the side, letting the others that were more
capable of healing and soothing the wounds of the soul than she to take the
refugees into the shelter that the city and her temple offered.
Once the refugees had been escorted into the city, she returned to her
hiding in the deeper shadows the gates provided, her eyes scanning the dark
shapes of the forest once more. She did not see Drondon come up behind her
but she felt his presence just the same, recognizing immediately the soft
tones of the song that hummed in the air around him.
Something in the forest changed and a soft sound caught her ear and Jinquil
darted into action, quietly slipping out and through the trees to locate the
source.
The scout rushed her as she ran towards it, her eyes taking note of it only
just in time to deflect the first blow from his? Axe, taking a gash to the
thigh instead of losing an arm to the short, stout fellow. Filled with a
seething fury she circled the dwarf as Drondon appeared through the trees.
She saw the axe bury into Drondon's skin before she could see no more,
blinded by a spell from a dwarf. She had no time to balk over it, her
concentration held by the soft tone of Drondon's song and the sour smell
that surrounded the stump. She disappeared through the trees, rounding in
an attempt to clear her vision and attack anew but the scout fled into the
woods upon her return. Tired, bone sore and no longer able to breathe with
comfort in the smoke that clung to the trees, Jinquil and Drondon returned
to the groves.
[129] Jinquil: The First Sparks of War - Nightfall
Thu Aug 4 23:34:01 2011
To: Shalonesti Shalonesti_kingdom Thaxanos Wargar All Kyri IMM RP Zandreya
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Though dusk was coming to lay claim to the last remnants of light from
the sun, the darkening sky was tinged a bright red more reminiscent of dawn
than the nightfall. In the distance, the sky lit up with fire, the source
of the red glow that now illuminated the clouds.
After spending the day training with her men, she had been weary and sought
the shelter of the grove to rest but a word from the Songmaster had drawn
her back out to the southern gates with news from the guardian Lanac. The
dwarves were coming and cutting a path through Zandreya's vallens. Elven
scouts had spotted a group of their own people, fleeing from the enemy that
invaded their homes for no reason other than their own selfish need for
blood.
The fires of war were not a new experience. She had long ago become
accustomed to the sting of it during the first battle with the dwarves.
This time however, the battlefield had changed and the song in her allowed
her to hear the mourning of the wood that stretched all around their fair
city. Blinking against the smoke that watered her eyes, the Sha'qelas
Senator stood between the gates, her eyes trained on the dark and hazy
forest that spread before her, waiting alone as Drondon and the others were
forced to deal with the interfering members of enemy clans.
The first form to fade from the mist wasn't at all what she had expected to
see. A small boy, covered in soot appeared from the trees, limping towards
the gate in a way that dragged his small foot through the dirt and grass.
The pain in his face, coupled with fear was heart breaking. Behind him,
scores of others, equally covered in ash appeared as well. She stepped
clear of their path, allowing them to pass into the safety the gates
offered. She mentally made note of the ones who were wounded and shielded
each with her magics as they drew near.
Jinquil held herself off to the side, letting the others that were more
capable of healing and soothing the wounds of the soul than she to take the
refugees into the shelter that the city and her temple offered.
Once the refugees had been escorted into the city, she returned to her
hiding in the deeper shadows the gates provided, her eyes scanning the dark
shapes of the forest once more. She did not see Drondon come up behind her
but she felt his presence just the same, recognizing immediately the soft
tones of the song that hummed in the air around him.
Something in the forest changed and a soft sound caught her ear and Jinquil
darted into action, quietly slipping out and through the trees to locate the
source.
The scout rushed her as she ran towards it, her eyes taking note of it only
just in time to deflect the first blow from his? Axe, taking a gash to the
thigh instead of losing an arm to the short, stout fellow. Filled with a
seething fury she circled the dwarf as Drondon appeared through the trees.
She saw the axe bury into Drondon's skin before she could see no more,
blinded by a spell from a dwarf. She had no time to balk over it, her
concentration held by the soft tone of Drondon's song and the sour smell
that surrounded the stump. She disappeared through the trees, rounding in
an attempt to clear her vision and attack anew but the scout fled into the
woods upon her return. Tired, bone sore and no longer able to breathe with
comfort in the smoke that clung to the trees, Jinquil and Drondon returned
to the groves.
Llorana - Awaiting the Dawn
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[120] Llorana: Awaiting the Dawn
Wed Aug 3 03:18:38 2011
To: Shalonesti Shalonesti_kingdom Thaxanos Wargar Kyri - Imm RP Zandreya ALL
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The smell of ash was like a fine dust upon a breeze that promised
something so much worse. And off in the distance, as the threads of night
settled upon the elven kingdom, an ever constant glow - as red as blood -
promising the war that had sat like an itch in the palm of every soldier who
had lifted their blades against the dwarves in the past.
There was a hush, a baited silence, upon the emerald city. From the Temple,
the sounds of faint weeping could be heard and a fearful undertone struck
with the first hints of the rightous anger that would hopefully carry the
displaced elves.
Dusk's pale glimmer would have been beautiful that evening, but for the
taint of ash and flame. Rows of guards stood before her. Men and women who had stood before the gates, had patrolled the markets and the streets, keeping the peace. It had
been years since many of these elves had seen the sort of battle that was
headed their way, but lowering her gaze from the pale sky, she looked upon
them and saw no trace of uncertainty. They were ready for what was coming.
"I am your liason. Your orders will come through me when the Senator is
otherwise absorbed by pressing matters."
She could feel the weight of command settling again, as it had before the
fifty that she had lead through the last war. She found herself missing
those elves as she gazed upon the guards before her. She wouldn't be
leading these ones into battle but keeping the city protected this time
might turn out to be a very bloody affair. They had to be prepared.
Orders were issued, questions were answered.
The dwarves were cutting a swath through the forest, their intent was
clearly the city. They would show no mercy, they would destroy and despoil
anything they came across that was elven. They -could not- get into the
city. Meanwhile, refugees were trickling in at a steady pace and they would
need places to stay, food, water, blankets and clothing.
When all was said and done, full dark had descended upon the majestic elven
city and a foreboding had taken root in her.
Elves bearing the crest of every House in Shalonesti moved with purpose.
Groups of soldiers in Sha'falas livery marched down the main thoroughfare
and lights remained lit. There was hope in what she saw, but there was also
anger. A thing that danced in the eyes of everyone she saw, that tightened
their shoulders and stiffened their backs.
She felt herself drawn into it as she moved silently, the guards dispersed.
She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep, not knowing that her parents had not
been counted amongst the influx of refugees, so she went to the stables to
make ready her steed and await the arrival of Jinquil.
Dawn couldn't come fast enough.
[120] Llorana: Awaiting the Dawn
Wed Aug 3 03:18:38 2011
To: Shalonesti Shalonesti_kingdom Thaxanos Wargar Kyri - Imm RP Zandreya ALL
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The smell of ash was like a fine dust upon a breeze that promised
something so much worse. And off in the distance, as the threads of night
settled upon the elven kingdom, an ever constant glow - as red as blood -
promising the war that had sat like an itch in the palm of every soldier who
had lifted their blades against the dwarves in the past.
There was a hush, a baited silence, upon the emerald city. From the Temple,
the sounds of faint weeping could be heard and a fearful undertone struck
with the first hints of the rightous anger that would hopefully carry the
displaced elves.
Dusk's pale glimmer would have been beautiful that evening, but for the
taint of ash and flame. Rows of guards stood before her. Men and women who had stood before the gates, had patrolled the markets and the streets, keeping the peace. It had
been years since many of these elves had seen the sort of battle that was
headed their way, but lowering her gaze from the pale sky, she looked upon
them and saw no trace of uncertainty. They were ready for what was coming.
"I am your liason. Your orders will come through me when the Senator is
otherwise absorbed by pressing matters."
She could feel the weight of command settling again, as it had before the
fifty that she had lead through the last war. She found herself missing
those elves as she gazed upon the guards before her. She wouldn't be
leading these ones into battle but keeping the city protected this time
might turn out to be a very bloody affair. They had to be prepared.
Orders were issued, questions were answered.
The dwarves were cutting a swath through the forest, their intent was
clearly the city. They would show no mercy, they would destroy and despoil
anything they came across that was elven. They -could not- get into the
city. Meanwhile, refugees were trickling in at a steady pace and they would
need places to stay, food, water, blankets and clothing.
When all was said and done, full dark had descended upon the majestic elven
city and a foreboding had taken root in her.
Elves bearing the crest of every House in Shalonesti moved with purpose.
Groups of soldiers in Sha'falas livery marched down the main thoroughfare
and lights remained lit. There was hope in what she saw, but there was also
anger. A thing that danced in the eyes of everyone she saw, that tightened
their shoulders and stiffened their backs.
She felt herself drawn into it as she moved silently, the guards dispersed.
She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep, not knowing that her parents had not
been counted amongst the influx of refugees, so she went to the stables to
make ready her steed and await the arrival of Jinquil.
Dawn couldn't come fast enough.
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