Nakiasha Nhaeslal Priestess of Corellon

[elvishnation]

Before the ceremonious fire a blessed moon elf maiden stands upon the cliff's edge watching over the water. Her blue cloak billowing against the wind. A shimmer of moon light reflects off the silver entwined around her head and long black hair with a moonstone centered in it. Every beginning has an end, and every end a new beginning.

"I shall stand confident and everlasting for all kin. I will find the ones that need my guidance, my hope, my strength. I will defend forever the children of the father Corellon Larethian. Never allowing any to stop me. Forever observant, forever diligent, forever faithful. Lead me forward from here Seldarine. Guide me through the lands of the other races. Guide my grandfather's soul to Arvandor our home. May he rest in peace and stand by the father's side."

A man walks through the trees behind her, forever watching her as he blends in with the rest of the kin. She always sees him but never sees who he really is. She never questions, for she needs only her faith alone. She takes one last curious look at him and walks onto a boat setting sail for the mainland. A land that contained many fears for her, many lessons, and many new friends. She could never have imagined what she would come across within this land.


She enters a town named Isinhold (now called Great Gaunt). An elven name she thought. She watched quietly from a distance observing the strange other races and greeting kin only. She traveled only with kin or alone. Explored elven ruins under the town. Her thoughts of the town were diminishing slowly though. Plague, dragons, kin that had their backs turned to the Seldarine. She got to a room in the inn away from the oddities of this town, knelt and prayed deeply to the creator of the elves, one that she held closest.
“Father guide me to where I belong, show me how I might help the kin here that are so distant and fallen away. I never could have imagined what I have found here. The people I find here. I need your wisdom and your patience.”
A couple times she prayed like this. She kept up her hope. A few had taken her aside and told her of kin that she would meet in time. But where, where are they? Did these people really exist? Why were they not here helping kin?

His name was Sinner. At least that’s what he called himself. He was also the answer to her prayers. Took her for a walk north of town out into dangerous wilds. Up on a hill hidden away from the madness of the town and other races was peace. A shrine to the Seldarine. This is what she was looking for. This was her new reason, but was it really enough to keep her there?

There was one elf that none mentioned but she met him all the same. One she never expected to see in the horrible town. He stood out amongst kin. Arkerynsuoress. What she saw in him was her path. Whether this vision was from her god or not it was still this feeling she had. Weeks passed, she had met more kin, and eventually met others that she was told would come for her. She felt put aside unsure of herself amongst these elders of the people. Then they took her with. It was a long walk, across places she had not been to before. Into a great woods. They took her to their home, opened it up to her and welcomed her. The troubles of the town, of kin that she had met, her own troubles left instantly. Before her was a great home, to many kin. Hidden and locked away. Overwhelmed her eyes took in the view of this beautiful place. Word could never have described all the feelings and what she saw. The wardens as she found out they were called guarded this home and the woods around it. The Arkerynsuoress showed her around, eventually taking her to the statue of the father of elves. Corellon Larethian.
She knelt to pray before it.
A feeling washed over her. This is her home. She walks around the home her eyes wide with peace and love, a passion she’d never felt before, for this place.
“I will follow your lead father. Always. Wherever you lead me I will share the wisdom and your word. I will help guide where I can and keep safe that which needs to be kept.“

[elvishnation]

*A new dark blue leather bound book with a name written very elegantly in silver elven on the front and binding “Nakiasha Nhaeslal”. *


So I begin my own. After reading the journal passed down to me another cycle comes about. I remember those times back in Evermeet. I watched him sit there writing in his book, the prayers the rituals and his life. I found out sooner than I liked why he did this. It was his time to move on to Arvandor. This was his way to teach me even after his calling came and I returned his body to nature. So where do I start? (Granted a bit late in starting this! So I back track.)
I arrived in a town at the time called Isinhold. A strange village with an elven name. Young, unknowing what I was about to run into I watched this town for awhile. People came and went of all races. They let anyone into this town, so long as it wasn’t an animal. Then there were rumors, talk spreading around. A plague that stopped at nothing it seemed, many sick many dieing, the forests were not immune either. I fought my first dragon after getting the plague and being healed of it. I’ll never forget that day. What a welcoming to Cormyr!
I started meeting more people, kin, I would only talk to kin. They were just as much a problem as some humans. Why have I been led to this horrible place. So many kin turn their backs on the Seldarine, so many unknowing of what they are. I nearly left. I was close to walking out of the gates and moving on to another area maybe even going back to the isle.
There are good elves around some would say. They will come for you. Isiolith, Entori. they will both come for you. Why? Who are these people? Another dark hooded elf, sinner he called himself. What kind of name is that? He’s just another one of the lost kin. Another that turned their back on the rest. He asked me to come with him. Sure he seemed nice enough. Though my guard was up. We traveled a dark and dangerous path through the woods. Nearly to the marsh lands. He took me through a winding trail up hill though nothing struck us at that point. He told me it was safe. I saw a small lake, and I went around the lake and around through the trees. I didn’t expect what I found. Such beauty, so sacred and tucked away safely away from the rest of the madness. A shrine to the Gods and Goddesses of my people. I grinned and knew deep down this one called Sinner was a good cousin. One I could trust. Something deep within him I recognized.
So the rumors were told to me a group of elves would find me. They still hadn’t, but at least I thought I knew why I was there. I was given a purpose a reason. That shrine was the little hope I needed. The answer to a prayer I had asked the father.
The father… Blue cloak. Blue hood. Elven blade. Another priest? I’m not alone amongst this madness? I watched him for a moment. Studied his movements his speech. He called himself an Arkerynsuoress. There are good kin out there. They are coming. They have come. I walked up to him, though I didn’t know what to say. I was young, just a faernsuor. Standing next to one so blessed, I was honored. Though I realized he was another cousin, one that I could talk to, feel comfortable around and finally safe. The rest came slowly I met more of the elves. They started talking in a group away from everyone and there I was in the middle. I listened to them talk just enjoying the company while I had it. They spoke of going somewhere. I figured it was somewhere I couldn’t go. They were so quiet about it. They wouldn’t say where just spoke of the danger. I starts to back away. He looked at him and spoke to them, I was asked to come along. Such a long trip. I saw more of the land at least. Though I had no idea where I was headed. I hid behind them, alert and worried about this forest they took me into. Straight north we went. Up to a portal. Portals… Teleport? I hope they are kidding. “Go!” she said. I went. WOOSH! What in the … I fell silent. Staring. Eyes wide. Home. If I was human I would have fainted. Never have I seen such a beautiful sight. Such a rewarding gift. That shrine kept me within Cormyr long enough for me to see this. The real reason I was led here. That little shrine was nothing compared to what I held in my eye sight. I heard a sudden chuckle of laughter from one of them. I must have had my mouth agape or something. This is what they protected. Kept safe from enemies that would sooner destroy it.

Father I pray to give you thanks. For keeping me here, showing me why I was led here by you.

[elvishnation]

Perfect Love

He was lost, another kin lost from the Seldarine. Though not completely. I wanted to reach out to him, to help him. He ended up aiding me when I needed someone to bring back those that I was traveling with. He offered his scroll to help and walked with us. I wasn't sure about him. Though I had hopes. I knew there was something different within him. Something that pulled me to him specificly.

I had denied any need or want for relationships of the sort. I figured that it wasn't needed and would just be a distraction. I started almost challanging Hanali, kept saying I wouldn't allow myself into such unless it hit me over the head.

I opened my eyes looked around a dark room, as did he within the same room very close to me. My head felt like I'd been ran over trampled on and drug off. He didn't look much better. We started traveling together. He an archer, me a priestess of Corellon and decent with a blade. It worked well. Very well. We became very close friends. We took care of each other, watched each other's backs. I guided him back to the Seldarine. My heart though. I don't know what it was thinking. I knew it immediately but denied it. Kept denying it. I loved him. How could I? This fast? This soon? It's not right... is it? It shouldn't matter he doesn't feel the same, does he? That look in his eyes, the tone in his voice so caring. Well I guess he did.
It was at the west gates of Vulkar's Roar, I know not that place that most would think of such happening. We were staring in each other's eyes, both holding deep love within our hearts and minds. Both of us worried and nervous about what we knew was happening. I told him I love him. I told him I wanted to be with him. Not just with him though. I was hoping to hint enough to him to get him to ask. To reasure him.
"To be bonded...?" I could see it in his eyes, the worry the nervousness. Though at the same time we knew this was it. We knew that we were ment to be together.

Meant to be together though maybe bonded to soon. I realize the mistake. Though I also know him well. Better than some may think. He knows me even better. There are things that should have been done differently. Maybe kept it quiet for awhile just for appearances sake. But NEVER could I regret it. Never have I become bored with him. Never could I fall out of love as some might say. The passion, the love that grows between us is unmeasurable and undescribable by any language or word. Yes there are times when we get frustratrated or upset at each other, it's normal I guess. There are times when we misunderstand each other, part of it is because we bonded to soon I think. Though I never let these problems get in the way or distract me from my duty as an Aegisess, as a protector of Tel'Quessir, and now as a Warden of the Hullack. Any problems we have we solve on our own or with a friend's help someone that isn't blinded by love and can see better what is going on from the outside.
If only I could explain just how it feels. This love, and sensing him, his thoughts, his presence.

Perfect union.

[elvishnation]

*written slowly and thoughtfully in her journal*

What has come to pass is long since gone.
The dreams of the future changed.
Love lost, hearts shattered.
Look forward with new found vision.
A new found hope of what's to come.

An anger grows within me. Frustrations, exhaustion overwhelm. I used to not want to be near them. Then I became close let them within. Now I push them away again. The outsiders. The traitors. I'm not here for them. For their politics. For their ways. I'm here for my people. My kin, my family. The brothers and sisters that love me and watch me. I have seen so much. So many arguments, and disagreements. But they stay strong. Still united, still together. Unlike the outsiders the other races that war and kill, and destroy. I'm proud of my people. I pray for them constantly for wisdom, for strength, for spirit, for knowledge and understanding, and peace. So shall I remain. Here among them. Walking between, whispering to one or another. Manipulating if I must to cause a better outcome. But never leading. Just a guide, a quiet, gentle, loving guide. The passion within me for my people, the heart that beats strong for them...
Who am I kidding? Now I'm just rambling on. I shall write another day.


*she closes the book once more and sets it aside in her home. Getting up to head toward the altar in her room and sits before it in prayer almost like a daughter talking to her beloved father*

[elvishnation]

*she opens her journal and sits to write in the middle of an ancient forest*
Histories of what is passed on.

Servitor's Cloak of the Coronal:
Left behind on a stool in the Wheel by Lashrael one of the two twin servitor solars of Corellon Larethian. The cloak adding to her beauty.

Scion of Sahandrian:
Forged from the scraps of the Coronal's Sahandrian and using the dragon's head pommel a remainder of the blades of Iliphar Nelnueve's court. The blade is a masterpiece of craftsmanship. The leftover scraps of Sahandrian (the very blade of Corellon Larethian that took the orc god's eye) are not the god-worthy pieces of metal they once were, do to their lengthy stay in the forests of Toril. However, they still contain some of their imbued powers. Along the blade in elvish runes in gold filigree reads:
"Until I go West, I shall fight for the People."


Arvandor's Defense:
This armor was clearly crafted by the hand of a master. Elegant patterns are faintly etched into the plate, a crisscross of blue and purest silver. Every piece of this suit of armor shimmers in the light never tarnishing, never dulling, never dented, nor scratched. On the inside of the breastplate, the long history of the armor is emblazoned in fine calligraphy, above it the symbol of Corellon Larethian.

the history reads as follows, with every few lines of artful text lovingly etched by a new hand.

"Forged in 519DR under starlight by the hand of Luna Morningfall of Evermeet, gifted to Saera Tulithar, the Eladrin priestess of Arvandor in service to the Preserver of Life, First of the Seldarine, Corellon Larethian."

"Returned to Evermeet by the Company of the broken Axe after the fall of Saera Tulithar in DR 712 who died in service to Myth Drannor, battling back the Army of Darkness. Passed to Ilidara Fane, warrior-priestess of the Ruler of All Elves, Coronal of Arvandor, Corellon Larethian. Preserved and cared for by Anril Morningfall of Evermeet."

"Returned to Evermeet by Kelgar Stonehammer after the fall of Ilidara Fane who died aiding the Dalesmen of Shadowdale in turning back dhaerow from the Twisted Tower in 906 DR. Passed to Elath Celadorn, high priest in service to the Protector, Creator of Elves, Corellon Larethian, preserved and cared for by Eran Morningfall of Evermeet."

"Returned to Evermeet by Rhune Morningfall in 1097 DR after being lost during the fall of Elath Celadorn who died in the waters of the River Dessarin in service of Corellon, assisting Waterdeep in battling the Black Claw orc tribe in 1026 DR. Restored, preserved, and cared for by Rhune Morningfall of Evermeet."

"Passed to Annah Lightwater-Morningfall in 1143 DR, half-elven priestess of the Father of the People, the Foe of Gruumsh, Corellon Larethian. Preserved and cared for by her loving father, Rhune Morningfall of Evermeet."

"Returned to Evermeet in 1289 DR by First Sword Darren Etchison of the Purple Dragon KNights after the fall of Annah Lightwater-Morningfall who died in the Lightless Depths below Cormyr. Passed to Rhune Morningfall of Evermeet, now last of House Morningfall, in service of his daughter. May Corellon's light shine into the darkness I fear from which I shall never return."

"1374 DR Recovered from the darkness below Cormyr in a fight to protect the elven settlement Arulem Sylv'stria from potential attack by the house of Quickshadow dhaerow. Being used and cared for by the high priestess Nakiasha Nhaeslal from Evermeet in the name of Corellon Larethian, father and protector of Tel'Quessir."


Forever shall I fight for my people. Keeping of the old traditions, the old ways, the artifacts of old. Keeping the newly crafted arts sacred but using them to teach those that do not follow the elven ways. I pray that I may help guide them back to the Seldarine with what is given to me. I will never stop trying and never lose hope so long as I live, and even when I fall I'll still keep watch. May the Seldarine bless all kin. I may be the High priestess, the great protector but we are still all equal. A family bonded by the blood of our father Corellon Larethian. May he watch over and guide all those that reach to him.

[elvishnation]

I thought it was the end. I saw it flash before my eyes. I couldn't stop. I couldn't give up. Had to stay strong. Then it happened suddenly. There he lay... dead at my feet. The head of the darkness. Of the undead masters. Phelzaron. Once a hero, fallen from grace, fallen from the world. It seemed so unreal. Some applauded.. some stood silently in shock, others complimented me... I needed to get away to the woods and pray, my thanks to Corellon, and the solars that stood by my side.
It's only the beginning though. What comes next... only time can tell.

[elvishnation]

The elf lay, in the middle of an ancient shrine, spread on the ground staring up at the crescent moon shining a beam of moonlight upon her. She rests her eyes peacefully, as she listens to soft elven words whispered in her ear from someone unseen but always felt. Beside her, her fingertips lightly touching a hilt of her longsword shimmering soaking in the light, gold filigree runes glowing softly. Even with a cold breeze she feels only the warmth that flows through her given by the moon, by the unseen voice.
Quietly she murmurs in the musical tongue of the elves.
"Forever father, I wish and long to protect our people, your children, even if it means I shall not step foot in Arvandor. If it is what the Seldarine sees fit to bestow upon me when my time comes to leave this land."
A soft sigh escapes her lips, as if the last bit of tension is released, the last little bit of stress from the word around her is let go. Peacefully she slips into reverie. Only to be surrounded by her family, the voices of other kin, and eventually taking in the pain felt by others. Accepting the sacrifice for the good of her people, taking upon herself the burden that should not descend to the lives of other, more innocent elves. Performing the unpleasant task of drawing into herself the suffering of her people.

[elvishnation]

She lay beside an elf in reverie. Gently running her fingers through his golden hair. She lay in peace with him, watching him lovingly, adoringly. Wondering to herself quietly. Slowly pulling him closer to her, curling up with him after many passing thoughts she slips into reverie as well with a soft whisper.

"I love you, and trust you fully."

[elvishnation]

*written in her journal locked away*

He stands alone, dark embraced by shadows. Yet the light still shines upon him even in the lowest times. Beauty shining in golden shimmer, soft whispers and gentle touches. A warmth in the coldest winter, passions left unsaid and kept secret. Dreams fading into realness.

*Nakiasha sighs softly closing the journal and whispers to herself under the moon's light.*

"I wish I was better at writing such. Never could I bring justice to his beauty and wonder. The mystery that lays in my arms. I guess this is why I'm not the bard."

[elvishnation]

*Writing in her journal with tears in her eyes, and trembling hand. She's curled in a corner of her room on a comfy elven cushion. Occasionally gazing up at an altar.*

How many times do I have to hear the cold words. The cold thoughts that are spread apparently behind my back. What more can I do? Father.. I carry the scion of your very blade, a blade carrying shards from the very metal that yours is, I teach, I gather, I have braught and caused many to be braught to the Seldarine and follow faithfully now, and they come to me saying this? It hurts like you wouldn't beleive these words that are said. They expect me to be everywhere? To teach everyone? To teach them in specific way, all the same. To say every word right. Though at the same time be rejected. To not be heard. Corellon, father, I need your guidance more than ever. No one is perfect. Give them guidance, and love...
each of them equally.

[elvishnation]

-A letter is written in elven (within and an official looking envelop from Evermeet, the symbol imprinted in the wax a crescent moon), passed to Nakiasha after long travels across the land to finally find her-

My dear daughter:

I wished to write my last to you. I pray your travels have found you well and your path firm under Corellon's guidance. My time here has been long and filled with love and joy. The isle fares as it always has, strong and steadfast a rock for our people. Though now it is my time, for Corellon guides me home now. Sorrow not for I go with peace to Arvandor and will meet you there when he calls to you. Your mother still tends our home and says she will join me when ready though she has not heard the calling yet. Don't worry for her she is strong as she always has been. Live strong for your people and guide them well. Keep love in your heart and patience stay your hand for I imagine it's rough out there. I have left my finished journal behind for you if and when you make your return to the isle. I am proud of you my child, my sweet blessed one. I will see you in a few centuries.

Your loving father.

-she murmurs a few words and goes to pray for a few hours in meditation before writing a letter to her mother-

[elvishnation]

-A letter is sent back across the lands to evermeet-

Wonderful mother:

I finally recieved father's letter. I am living in the Hullack forest within Cormyr's lands. I traveled much within these lands, and met some wonderful people of all races, seen some incredible sights. I will not worry you of the poorer things, but know that I am well and in good hands of one I love deeply (yes someone has my heart, an Erevanite if you could beleive that!) and my family the Wardens.
I miss Evermeet greatly, our home there, the temples. I am needed here though. Corellon has given me many blessings and gained the title of Araegissess through many tests. I know that father left his journal there but hoping that you can send it to me. I fear that my path will remain here for many years, maybe a century. I am pleased to hear that you are well though, and I pray the Seldarine watch over you and the isle as always. I will try and keep in touch more. I know it must be hard without him with you. Please send word as you can though it takes long for it to travel.

-signed with the symbol of Corellon wrapped around her name elegantly-

Corellon's guidance and protection.
Nakiasha Nhaeslal

-She lays down on the grass after sending the letter off and gazes up at the moonlit sky. Her thoughts wander through all she's been through and done, to the future of herself and others.-

[elvishnation]

So the time has come that I am no longer needed in these lands of Cormyr. Not even love to keep me here anymore. The new I am sure will do well in my stead, there's others around as well. All will be well and they gather in more numbers and more organized finally. I've seen them fall apart and now grow. This war will be terrifying to many. I will see them through it, then move on before my jealousy and the pain that tears my heart causes problems for them. I love them all and hope and pray for the best. Packing everything up is the hardest. Knowing that I may not come back here again. Knowing if I do everything will be different. Most did not know me though and many disrespected me. There was no way to guide those that wouldn't listen.
Oh my beautiful journal...
It's not that he left me that hurts the most. It's the lie. He is not alone really he never is and never will be, he doesn't walk alone and he knows it. He walks with another and couldn't admit it, she and him are never apart always together. But all is in the past, I'm sure Hanali has her reasons for the ways of this madness that happens.
Within the year I shall be in Myth Drannor. Then back to Evermeet where they do respect me where I can call home, and where my family and friends are and always will be.

Unless of course... this war takes me to our home with the father.

[elvishnation]

Father I pray to you by the sword gifted to me, by the Scion of Sahandrian's edge the drow shall fall before they harm a single elf in this settlement. I am forgotten and alone. This will be my final act here. I know I have lingered for to long here. I never could step into those shoes left behind for me. I braught some kin to the seldarine, and helped a great change and moved forward things that needed to be. It saddens me watching them from a distance. They were my family. Always my cousins. They mean so much to me and I pray they know that. My heart aches, my body sore. My spirit weak. I have been waiting to meet with the Lord and it has gone unnoticed. I had things planned out but they are being taken care of without me I'm certain. All will be fine for them I know this. How it tempts me to start the journey. Everything is packed ready to go. My heart is not here anymore. My bonds to this place have been torn shredded time after time. They have Shamoke who can handle anything. Teneas seems to be on the right track and dealing with everything fine.. Has his new... love. I don't even want to think of her but she'll be fine I am sure in the wardens. She's better for him anyways I suppose. There is no love between us anymore if there ever actualy was.
The old are nearly gone. Sorrowful as it is. New generations come in. I saw them through the end of the past and the beginning of the new. I suppose that was my purpose here in Cormyr. Perhaps it would be better to leave silently some night.
bah.

[elvishnation]

Back again to this land of chaos known as Cormyr. Where much bad and good has come and gone. What shall be this next path you lead me on Father? I am yours to guide.