On a misty morning, a beautiful elven vessel looms through the haze and silently makes its way to the shoreline where it waits. Few elves are seen on the vessel, they are paused and glancing into the forest as if waiting for a passenger. They don't seen in any hurry to leave, just yet.
After some time, out of the great Hullack forest a strange, almost mythical sight emerges.
An elven rider on the back of a majestic, armoured white unicorn appears. The elf, small and slight, carries a longbow on her back and is wearing figure-hugging green armour which drips with shadow. She is accompanied by other elves in green.
Sailors and watchers on the opposite bank might recognise her, some might not. The small elf climbs down from the unicorn and fiercely embraces the beast in tears. Other unicorns emerge, watching the scene as the rider and beast move onto the vessel and are safely secured.
Farewells are said, the elf embraces all who come to her, watchers see a glint of red hair under the hood, but no more.
The elf stares into the woods for a long time, turning, she is seen to be clutching a letter. She gives it a long, anguished look before boarding the vessel, her expression could be described as nauseated, shocked and disbelieving.
The sails of the vessel are hoisted as the elves busy themselves, getting ready to depart. The female stands at the bows, waiting. Staring out at the water, still holding the crumpled parchment.
"Are you ready to leave, Lady Isiolith?" The elven master asks.
She nods before saying quietly "Yes."
The vessel heaves and starts its departure, slowly. The Hullack's greenery melts into the world as the boat continues and carries her away from it.
Rumours abound among the elves and watchers left behind that she left the country because she was pregnant, or that her husband left her, or she was summoned away on a secret task sent from anyone from Elminster to the Queen of Evermeet herself.
Those that know her would know why and pour scorn on any outlandish or unlikely theories, but might raise an eyebrow and add "Knowing Isi? I don't discount anything."
Last Edit: Jul 19, 2015 3:26:38 GMT -5 by copperfang
Among those participating in the goodbyes is an elven maiden in a tunic in shades of greys and browns. She is hauntingly reminescent of the one that is leaving; even to the point of clutching a letter of her own.
After the vessel's departure, she is seen standing and staring after it even after others start to dissipate. While she sheds no tears, her expression is a mixture sadness and understanding.
Player of: Ariean Hunithitryn'Rae: some fancy names/titles and Handy Girl.
Post by FlyingMidget on Jul 19, 2015 6:00:04 GMT -5
A green and red robed elven wizard teleports into a clearing near Thunderstone before long strides lead him towards the river's crossing heading towards the looming forest. Upon noting the vessel he pauses to watch the commotion silently.
As the vessel finally sets sail with Isiolith aboard he murmurs softly in elven. "Deep Sashelas see you all safely to your destination away from the horrors and drama of the Forest Kingdom, where many kin lose their way, forget what kin are and make up histories that are nothing more then folk tale". With that said he remains quiet once more, watching the vessel until it can no longer be seen on the horizon.
He then continues his path into the forest, a Treant appearing by his side seemingly from nowhere before applying various magics to himself and it and vanishing from sight into the trees. His parting words as the forest obscures him from sight "There's always so much left to do, so many orcs in the world to be rid of."
Post by elvishnation on Jul 19, 2015 6:30:50 GMT -5
//granted permission from op to add//
Just before the boat takes off there is a clatter of a hooded rider in elven full plate on the back of a horse galloping towards the boat. A noble's blue cloak whipping behind her. An elegant Moonblade sheathed at her side ever whispering hauntingly. The horse quickly leaps the distance onto the boat and stops being well trained, probably startling the elves on board. The hood on the rider falls back revealing a moon elf with silver circlet about her forehead, a crescent moon centered in it glittering in the light. A soft voice filled with amusement answers them in elven pointed towards Isiolith. "You aren't going alone dearest sister. For none of us ever are alone." The face of the high priestess turns to those gathered with a gentle encouraging smile. "That goes for all. Corellon, the father, bless and guide each of you, for the paths of the Forest Kingdom are hell to walk, though ever rewarding if you pull through it all." With that the elf turns and settles the horse on the boat, before putting an arm around Isiolith dipping her head towards the hullack.
Post by mysticalkas on Jul 19, 2015 9:23:37 GMT -5
*he would make his way through the forest down to the river, his company a black panther plotting along beside him. staying hidden mostly he would watch the scene unfold around him. he remains calm, watching those that have gathered to bid farewell...for now at least. he would move closer to the edge of the river upon seeing the horse rider and what it does. When the boat would pass, he would be seen standing on the bank clearly, his head would be bowed and hands clasped together to his chest, while whispering a silent prayer. those who would see him notice a lump on his shoulder, and with a good spot can see the head of a small dragon looking out from under his hood seeming to nuzzle against his cheek. he would watch the boat for some time upon finishing his prayer, till it fades off into the distant sea, before settling down to do some fishing.
// If it's not appropriate, i can delete the post.
In the tavern of Scull Crag there is a figure, wrapped in furs - it seems he's to slim for the local climate. The man sits near the fireplace, shuddering, but he freezes when he hears the conversation between two drankards at the bar stand:
- I tell you, it was a flying horse. It jumped off the shore, spread it's wings and landed on the boat. - What was in that mug of yours? - Everyone saw it was a unicorn! - A unicorn? Ha! - Even a child knows unicorns have no wings, you chump!
- You both windbags! - The third person joins the conversation: - elven Master Archer and the Warden of the Hullack left for her buisiness, and you two haven't found anything better than just sit here and tell tales. - What? Is that a great exodus of elves, or what? - the man wiggles hand in the air. - Nope, some pretty maidens just got tired to see YOUR ugly face and thought should they look for somewhere else.
One of iddlers nearly burst out laughing as the other one's face began to redden slowly as he started getting angry, allthough the cold look of the arrived stranger quickly put him in his place. The man at the fireplace throwed a glance over the bar stand and the three figures nearby, sighed quietly and then returned his gaze at the fire as if the dancing tongues of fire could tell the truth of what has occured by the riverside.