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Post by Syd's Blue Sky on Mar 13, 2016 20:07:34 GMT -5
(Moved from guild area. It was my mistake putting it there in the first place, as the settlement clearly isn't a guild area.)
A young, handsome sun elf with eyes of shining emerald and gold is seen entering the settlement through the portal.
Lord Tulithralas himself, along with several of the elder members of the community greet him warmly, ushering him and his few belongings to honored guest chambers.
Through the remaining daylight, and long into the night, the conversation, the story, the mirth, the smells of a feast and the twinkle of magical light filter out through the gaps in the shuttered windows and doors.
Upon the morn, as rosy fingered dawn breaks to the horizon of the forest sky, the gathering disperses, and those assembled return to their proper abodes.
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Post by vangiggsy on Mar 14, 2016 11:27:02 GMT -5
Quinidar walks about the settlement conversing with all and any that may be able to shed light on the visitor.
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Post by Syd's Blue Sky on Mar 14, 2016 13:06:12 GMT -5
By all accounts the man seems to be a long departed member of the community making a homecoming. His name, his face, and even his jokes, seem to be well known among the elves of the settlement. Most speak of him with respect, and call him a friend.
By all accounts Vilmamir is an upstanding elf and respected member of the community. The female wild elf he brought with him, however, is far more enigmatic.
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Post by Marriah on Mar 14, 2016 14:35:27 GMT -5
Gode walks about Arulem with anticipation of spotting the knew arrivals. She speaks to residents as she wanders the settlement, hoping for a meeting.
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Post by mysticalkas on Mar 14, 2016 16:09:00 GMT -5
*Amilith enters the Hall to speak with the lord, He holds a pleasant conversation with the Lord and Vilmamir for a short time. He then excepts graciously, the warm gesture bestowed him with a respectful offering of services if wished.They then speak of perhaps getting together and sharing in feasting, song and dance. He then leaves the them to continue their reunion, casually and calmly with a sure and steady gate out of the Hall*
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Post by thevandals on Mar 16, 2016 18:46:31 GMT -5
Out on the edge of the settlement a disheveled elf sits in the shade of a lumbering tree. There, with a very old, very tired, very fat bear, he indulges in a bundle of freshly picked blueberries. The elf pats the bear on the flank, smiling as he watches the old beast dine. "Well, Elladyr," he remarks as he observes the visitors comfortably from his vantage point in the shade, "let's go say hello."
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Post by Syd's Blue Sky on Mar 20, 2016 21:28:04 GMT -5
The visitor returns, alone. He looks haggard and more than his age. He travels directly to meet with the lord privately.
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Post by Syd's Blue Sky on Mar 22, 2016 14:01:35 GMT -5
Vilmamir (That's V-I-L-M-A-M-I-R. Vil. Ma. Mir.) is seen again walking in the direction of the Great Hall, wearing a smile and seeming light of step and of heart for the first time in days.
His bearing is not the only thing seeming recently unencumbered; on his belt hangs one blade fewer than before.
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Post by Syd's Blue Sky on May 15, 2016 19:35:47 GMT -5
A bedraggled and unhappy looking Vilmamir enters the settlement through the rear portal. In his left hand, held gingerly, is a bleached bone belt fashioned from a humanoid spinal column. He carries it with disgust painted on every feature, movement and word. He conveys it to the priestess at the shrine. He tosses it at her feet.
"Old friend, you know well what to do with such cursed things. If the hahorkh, one Mystogan the necromancer, seeks again to mock our shrines with his unclean and vile presence you know where to find me."
He leaves the village the way he came, a weight clearly lifted from his body and mind.
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Post by mysticalkas on May 16, 2016 9:23:52 GMT -5
*upon hearing of Vilmamir's actions, he moves to speak with Radra to see the belt he heard mention of. he examines the belt with curious eyes yet portrays no outward emotion other than a slight frown. he then speaks to her, asking if she can tell the race of where it come from. his demeanor remains calm as they share time together. he speaks of Mystogan, relaying what he has seen, and what others have said of him, including the other Wardens. he remains casual in his stance and voice, he would nod slowly, shrug lightly, and frown otherwise no movement would be seen, he stands relaxed with his hands clasped behind his back*
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Post by Syd's Blue Sky on May 16, 2016 15:49:35 GMT -5
She curtly informs him that the belt was too vile a thing to leave "laying around for idle investigations by idle minded elves." She tells him that it was a cursed object harvested from what she suspects strongly to be the body of an elf with potent and purposed necromantic rituals.
Clearly having no interest in his anecdotes on the topic of Mystogan, she makes a sour face and shoos Amilith away when he attempts to share them. She tells him that she has more important things to do for the good of the Settlement. As she turns to tend to her duties, she mutters something under her breath.
"Because some of us still remember what the good of the settlement means."
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Post by vangiggsy on May 16, 2016 17:46:36 GMT -5
From a distance Quinidar observes both interactions, his eyebrow quirking at Radra's rudeness toward the former Ark. Shortly thereafter he takes the same path out of the settlement to see if he might pick up a trail...
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Post by Syd's Blue Sky on May 16, 2016 18:29:55 GMT -5
(Moved from guild forum area. It was my mistake putting it there in the first place, as the settlement very clearly does not belong to the KMA guild.)
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Post by mysticalkas on May 16, 2016 18:57:51 GMT -5
*Amilith regards Radra with a casual gaze, he simply shrugs to her treatment not bothered by it, upon hearing her words he nods slowly moving off to tend a garden or plant more herbs*
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Post by erratic1 on May 16, 2016 20:16:31 GMT -5
*A travel worn looking Elf in heavy green armour, with an unusually somber and dour expression pauses nearby- also recently returned from his own journey, but with little fan-fare. Possibly something that he'd admit to himself was unusual for him. Nevertheless, he pauses and watches the scene play out. As Vilmamir leaves, it's clear the Elf in green is not impressed by the Elfs manner in the slightest, then watches Radra virtually dismiss Amilith.*
"Well, that was Vilmamir 'imself I guess, an' I bet his poop smells of Roses n'all tha way he carries on." *This is spoken loudly enough to carry- and he finally breaks into an impish smile.* "Oh well, same old same old. Betcha a fifty-bit those wantin' back tha "good ol' days" regret it when everythin' goes tits-up."
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Post by CourtJester on May 16, 2016 20:56:33 GMT -5
A hooded Elf covered with color-changing armor pushes himself off the tree he was leaning against, taking a large pull from his pipe and exhaling the green smoke. Shamoke approaches the grove where everyone is gathered.
"Lots of rods up many arses lately, Bolanthis. We try to not take it personally."
He takes another puff from his pipe and turns to Amilith as he passes.
"Carry on, Brother. You know whose opinion truly matters."
His sparkly gaze settles on Radra. He simply smiles and bows.
"Priestess, your work here is important. I am happy to see such a vile artifact destroyed."
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Post by mysticalkas on May 16, 2016 21:22:01 GMT -5
*he regards them all with a calm and casual gaze, dips his head to them and continues on his way bidding them Seldarines blessings*
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Post by Syd's Blue Sky on Jun 19, 2016 20:11:11 GMT -5
In the recent days more visitors seem to arrive, five in number, escorted through the portal near the Lord's hall by several members of the Wardens, the Mathora, of the Settlement. Tulithralis makes the time to greet them personally behind the closed doors of his private chambers for the evening before bidding them safe travels as they make their way out into the forest.
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Post by eventidewarden on Jun 21, 2016 4:28:49 GMT -5
Nyora'lanna'ira quietly meanders through the Settlement observing, mostly invisible occasionally glimmering into view only to flash a polite smile and cloak herself invisibly and slip off quietly, perhaps observed by some with true-sight might still see her sauntering off with a light foot wordlessly though favoring presence of elves. She would watch the elves depart though remains mostly in and near the Settlement.
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Post by CourtJester on Jun 25, 2016 9:37:24 GMT -5
The Bearded Elf, eyed with disdain by many of the Elven Houses within the settlement, entered the Hall of Lord Tulithralas, his face red with anger, his forehead laden with creases from deep frowns.
Nearly an hour passes. The great hall echoes with sharp tones and tempers flaring before falling chillingly quiet.
Shamoke is then seen leaving the hall with a smile on his face.
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