Post by mysticalkas on Nov 24, 2015 22:12:01 GMT -5
*this day there is a stillness among the group who learn, a gathering of kin joins in, though their appearance is a strange mix. Amilith stands off to the side with the small group. He answers the occasional question of the bow or arrow craft posed by the students. He speaks to a rather odd looking elf barely clothed, hair a mess, bare of foot who carries a staff. Another keeps to the shadows, running a brush through his hair or picking his clothing clean of the leaves that fall, all the while watching the other members, letting his eyes linger on what he finds interesting. There is one that stands there, a pack on the ground that is open, plate mail of elven make can be seen as well as a helm and long-sword, both of exceptional making. The last stands by smiling at the students, offering encouragement while an unfinished bow rests beside the log he was sitting on. Some of the students would look to the small group, speaking among themselves and listening in on what is being said. They would try to overhear the reason for the gathering, the names of the others, or anything that could provide them an edge over the other students.
As they listen, one could say there was an argument of sorts going on, if one could picture 5 elves standing in various fashion speaking calmly to one another as such. There are many questions that are being posed. They stand there debating everything and then fall silent as they all seem to consider valid points. I suppose one could say it was a heated argument between them, frowns are constantly give from Amilith to the wild elf called Awa'eth; his idiotic behavior continuously playing upon Amilith’s nerves. A blades-man called Bael'Nu chuckles a bit as he watches on, knowing how Amilith regards the druid. Gefsdin stands beside Bael'Nu watching with disinterest to the conversation, instead taking more notice of the well-muscled arms of Bael'Nu, and the barely clothed Awa'eth, of which his eyes always seem to fall to his mid-drift. At times the conversation would stop as all eyes fall upon Gefsdin tracing the path of his sight. When caught, Gefsdin would simply look back with a simple coughing sound, as he diverts his eyes mumbling about things he could do. Most find amusement with it, paying little mind to the implications of its meaning. Dressed in blue and silver Delfin watches it all as one would watch a play. One filled with intrigue and sorrow. He would only interjecting to offer a missed point or add to the conversation where he could contribute. At the end of the quick conversation which lasted from sunrise to sunset, Amilith and Delfin return with the students to their home, Awa'eth finds a nook to settle himself in for the next ten-day or so, and Gefsdin and Bael'Nu make their way to the inn. Gefsdin speaks softly of how he needs someone to help was his back. Bael’Nu smile while a hearty laugh escapes his lips. He tells Gefsdin to ask one of the bar maids, or perhaps a serving girl to do it. This in turn earns Bael’Nu a scathing look from Gefsdin with an over exaggerated rolling of the eyes. A friendly shove is the last that is seen as they enter the inn.
Amilith and Delfin then finalize their preparation. Both have responsibilities that must be attended to over the next few days. They speak quietly of this with one another. Reviewing timelines, signals, and locations of certain facilities. They speak of possible dangers, reviewing in more details words and phrases that may need to be used. They would discuss what has happened with each day in the preparations for their assignments. Delfins would be seen pressing his lips together as he listened to Amilith’s recounting of what was needed for rings of something. Each day that passed Amilith and Delfin would hold council. Each day that passed Amilith’s once calm and gentle demeanor would falter, and continue in a down-slope of self-anger and self-loathing. Each day that passed this grew worse and worse, where finally he is but a shell of what he once was. He mumbles and berates himself for what he has done in the name of peace. Delfin is often seen sharing the room Amilith has, while loud screams would fill the home in the middle of the night. If any approached the door to the room Delfin would answer, stating that privacy is wished for, and he needs to rest for now and deal with this as best he can. He would apologies to them for saying no more but offer reassurance that this is necessary.
On the last day, the night before they are to complete their obligation they are seen with Radra. She looks upon them with concern for they decline her invitation to speak of what has been happening and why Amilith is in such a state. Amilith at this time remains silent, he has withdrawn into himself while Delfin speaks. They say the Prayer of Corellon together, Amilith only offering a repeat of a word or two that has been said already. Blessings and Wards are given, though his vacant eyes look upon them as he poses a self-sought question of if he is worthy of being forgiven, questioning his life as it is now and whether or not he will carry the name Lorkh for what he has done. Radra stands there looking upon them, worry present upon her features. Delfin reaches out a hand and places upon Amilith’s arm, there is no indication that he is even aware of the touch for he is lost in his thoughts and troubled deeply by his deeds. There is also no tensing when the teleport spell is cast, or any indication that he knows what has happened upon his arrival at the meeting point. Delfin removes a few vials sticking them into Amilith’s bag. He then begins to cast wards upon Amilith, of which seem to revive him from his reflections, for now at least.
Amilith and Delfin both endure what is needed and expected of them over the next few days. They worked together with their respected groups and accomplished what they could. They offered the aid that was promised in the name of peace and alliance, fostering the continued relation as best they can. When their work is done and all that can be seen to is finished, they depart. Delfin goes to Amilith, who stands there quietly and places a hand upon his shoulder, he offers a promise to return in a day to help with what he is able to. Delfin then teleports them back to the Hullack, he speaks to Amilith of the wards not lasting much longer, but to drink one of the vials now so he can finish up what he needs to. Quietly Delfin informs Amilith that he will see to the others and to seek peace for now, that he will return shortly. He makes his way to the portal while Amilith heads to the Hall. He watches as a panther and dragon make their way to an isolated spot, he presses his lips together as he watches the agitated pair settle knowing this is his doing and feeling sorrow for what he has done.
Amilith walks from the portal after drinking the vial, his steps are heavy and slower than usual. He offers a halfhearted greeting to those he passes as he makes his way to the guild hall. He enters heading straight to his quarters gathering notes that are left by the door. He picks up each letter reading it a few times, penning a response to many while stacking them in a neat pile to the side. His mind wonders from time to time, making this once simple task more difficult. The day passes by, seeming to draw out in slow motion in his mind. He sits there thinking and returning to the notes off and on into the night. When all is done, he makes his way out. Passing of a pile of letters for delivery. Once done, he stands there for a time looking at the portal and the direction his companion and familiar are sheltered. He takes in all that is around him, sights, people, and everything that has made this his home for a little over a year. He turns to enter the hall once more as an image comes to his mind. A collection of thoughts you could say from two different sources. He sees an elf and panther in reverie and slumber. He frowns slightly for a moment, their serenity gnawing away at him. He returns a thought to the two "I must find peace" as he enters the hall to return to his quarters. Once inside he sits in front of the fire, watching the flames for a time as his mind begins to drifts, seeking not those around him, but instead he closes off his mind once again, as he has done for the past few ten-day. His focus centers on a panther and dragon, who are hidden from most passerby’s'. Here the panther and dragon lay, drifting to their induced and ragged slumber. Low growls and hisses may be heard from the creatures, their slumber is disturbed from the horrifying images of the nightmares they seems to experience. Amilith is now locked away from all others, he walks the nightmares of his mind that has been his life for the past few ten-days.*
As they listen, one could say there was an argument of sorts going on, if one could picture 5 elves standing in various fashion speaking calmly to one another as such. There are many questions that are being posed. They stand there debating everything and then fall silent as they all seem to consider valid points. I suppose one could say it was a heated argument between them, frowns are constantly give from Amilith to the wild elf called Awa'eth; his idiotic behavior continuously playing upon Amilith’s nerves. A blades-man called Bael'Nu chuckles a bit as he watches on, knowing how Amilith regards the druid. Gefsdin stands beside Bael'Nu watching with disinterest to the conversation, instead taking more notice of the well-muscled arms of Bael'Nu, and the barely clothed Awa'eth, of which his eyes always seem to fall to his mid-drift. At times the conversation would stop as all eyes fall upon Gefsdin tracing the path of his sight. When caught, Gefsdin would simply look back with a simple coughing sound, as he diverts his eyes mumbling about things he could do. Most find amusement with it, paying little mind to the implications of its meaning. Dressed in blue and silver Delfin watches it all as one would watch a play. One filled with intrigue and sorrow. He would only interjecting to offer a missed point or add to the conversation where he could contribute. At the end of the quick conversation which lasted from sunrise to sunset, Amilith and Delfin return with the students to their home, Awa'eth finds a nook to settle himself in for the next ten-day or so, and Gefsdin and Bael'Nu make their way to the inn. Gefsdin speaks softly of how he needs someone to help was his back. Bael’Nu smile while a hearty laugh escapes his lips. He tells Gefsdin to ask one of the bar maids, or perhaps a serving girl to do it. This in turn earns Bael’Nu a scathing look from Gefsdin with an over exaggerated rolling of the eyes. A friendly shove is the last that is seen as they enter the inn.
Amilith and Delfin then finalize their preparation. Both have responsibilities that must be attended to over the next few days. They speak quietly of this with one another. Reviewing timelines, signals, and locations of certain facilities. They speak of possible dangers, reviewing in more details words and phrases that may need to be used. They would discuss what has happened with each day in the preparations for their assignments. Delfins would be seen pressing his lips together as he listened to Amilith’s recounting of what was needed for rings of something. Each day that passed Amilith and Delfin would hold council. Each day that passed Amilith’s once calm and gentle demeanor would falter, and continue in a down-slope of self-anger and self-loathing. Each day that passed this grew worse and worse, where finally he is but a shell of what he once was. He mumbles and berates himself for what he has done in the name of peace. Delfin is often seen sharing the room Amilith has, while loud screams would fill the home in the middle of the night. If any approached the door to the room Delfin would answer, stating that privacy is wished for, and he needs to rest for now and deal with this as best he can. He would apologies to them for saying no more but offer reassurance that this is necessary.
On the last day, the night before they are to complete their obligation they are seen with Radra. She looks upon them with concern for they decline her invitation to speak of what has been happening and why Amilith is in such a state. Amilith at this time remains silent, he has withdrawn into himself while Delfin speaks. They say the Prayer of Corellon together, Amilith only offering a repeat of a word or two that has been said already. Blessings and Wards are given, though his vacant eyes look upon them as he poses a self-sought question of if he is worthy of being forgiven, questioning his life as it is now and whether or not he will carry the name Lorkh for what he has done. Radra stands there looking upon them, worry present upon her features. Delfin reaches out a hand and places upon Amilith’s arm, there is no indication that he is even aware of the touch for he is lost in his thoughts and troubled deeply by his deeds. There is also no tensing when the teleport spell is cast, or any indication that he knows what has happened upon his arrival at the meeting point. Delfin removes a few vials sticking them into Amilith’s bag. He then begins to cast wards upon Amilith, of which seem to revive him from his reflections, for now at least.
Amilith and Delfin both endure what is needed and expected of them over the next few days. They worked together with their respected groups and accomplished what they could. They offered the aid that was promised in the name of peace and alliance, fostering the continued relation as best they can. When their work is done and all that can be seen to is finished, they depart. Delfin goes to Amilith, who stands there quietly and places a hand upon his shoulder, he offers a promise to return in a day to help with what he is able to. Delfin then teleports them back to the Hullack, he speaks to Amilith of the wards not lasting much longer, but to drink one of the vials now so he can finish up what he needs to. Quietly Delfin informs Amilith that he will see to the others and to seek peace for now, that he will return shortly. He makes his way to the portal while Amilith heads to the Hall. He watches as a panther and dragon make their way to an isolated spot, he presses his lips together as he watches the agitated pair settle knowing this is his doing and feeling sorrow for what he has done.
Amilith walks from the portal after drinking the vial, his steps are heavy and slower than usual. He offers a halfhearted greeting to those he passes as he makes his way to the guild hall. He enters heading straight to his quarters gathering notes that are left by the door. He picks up each letter reading it a few times, penning a response to many while stacking them in a neat pile to the side. His mind wonders from time to time, making this once simple task more difficult. The day passes by, seeming to draw out in slow motion in his mind. He sits there thinking and returning to the notes off and on into the night. When all is done, he makes his way out. Passing of a pile of letters for delivery. Once done, he stands there for a time looking at the portal and the direction his companion and familiar are sheltered. He takes in all that is around him, sights, people, and everything that has made this his home for a little over a year. He turns to enter the hall once more as an image comes to his mind. A collection of thoughts you could say from two different sources. He sees an elf and panther in reverie and slumber. He frowns slightly for a moment, their serenity gnawing away at him. He returns a thought to the two "I must find peace" as he enters the hall to return to his quarters. Once inside he sits in front of the fire, watching the flames for a time as his mind begins to drifts, seeking not those around him, but instead he closes off his mind once again, as he has done for the past few ten-day. His focus centers on a panther and dragon, who are hidden from most passerby’s'. Here the panther and dragon lay, drifting to their induced and ragged slumber. Low growls and hisses may be heard from the creatures, their slumber is disturbed from the horrifying images of the nightmares they seems to experience. Amilith is now locked away from all others, he walks the nightmares of his mind that has been his life for the past few ten-days.*