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Post by Raven Credale on May 10, 2019 20:59:56 GMT -5
What was a quiet evening in the grove behind the temple of Yondalla in Shalleybrook, soon became a place for a red hair woman. Rage had taken over her hazel eyes as she paced from one stone wall to the river near the camp fire. Her steps where heavy, her hands balling into fists then relaxing only to be balled up a few short moments later. Her breathing was ragged with slightly growls of frustration laced into them. Needless to say she was mad, but mad at what though? After a long time of pacing, Aella finally balled her fist up tight then slammed it into the stone wall hard enough that for a normal person it would have broken their hand. But for her after she channeled her Ki into the punch, it left a rather large spiderweb crack in the wall. Even then though...it didn't seem like her rage was going to subside after one punch.
Not mention the fact that blood was seeping from her injuries. Injuries that she had gotten from a hill giant outside of town. But she didn't care about about that, she was ignoring the fact that her pacing was slowly making her bleed out. Aella was to far into her rage to realize she was only harming herself with all her movements. It also didn't help that earlier she walked the distance from shally to suzail after bringing two others from gaunt to aid her for a short moment...then parted ways with them outside the House of Healing.
Was it the best to part with others? Probably not. Was she to blinded by her anger that had been festering all day? More than likely. Nevertheless she could t take back what had happened. Nor could she find a way to calm herself down . Not when every thing reminded her that she was weak.
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Post by Thrym on May 11, 2019 6:36:03 GMT -5
Silently, the slender figure of an elven woman wanders into the grove, a stack of obscure tomes borrowed from the Temple's Library tucked under her arm. She comes to a halt as she reaches the large open area with the waterfall and campfire, her dispassionate gaze wandering over the scene in front of her. Had the temple been attacked? There had been news of increased banite activities in the area recently.
Stuffing the tomes into her enchanted backpack swiftly, she makes her way over to the crack in the wall, running a hand across it.
"Hm. Curious."
The red shimmer of blood on the grass and leaves catches her eye and she turns to follow the trail.
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Post by Raven Credale on May 11, 2019 9:47:14 GMT -5
The blood trail leads mostly from the wall to the river but splits off to eventually lead to the portal for Mystras temple. There are also indications that whoever caused the blood trail seems to have been dragged to the portal leading to Mystras temple.
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Post by Thrym on May 11, 2019 12:12:32 GMT -5
Examining the tracks, Merethyl raises a brow and somewhat relaxes her stance. Stepping through the portal, she looks about, eventually inquiring with the priestess about the blood and damages outside, and wether they require any sort of assistance.
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Post by Raven Credale on May 11, 2019 12:45:06 GMT -5
The priestess told Merethyl of the injured woman she found by the campfire and how she had passed out due to said injuries. She explained that it was rather barbaric to have stained such a peaceful place with blood and to not take the decency to at least bandage them. The priestess is obviously irritated by this but nevertheless she informed Merethyl that the woman was healed and in the library to the left.
In the dimly lit library, sat Aella. Bandages wrapped her head and a small patch was on her cheek as she sat at one of the tables reading a tome. Her expression showed her aggravation and her eyes still brimmed with anger.
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Post by Thrym on May 11, 2019 15:55:01 GMT -5
Face unmoved bar a sceptically raised brow, Merethyl listened to the Priestesses explanation.
"I see. Most unusual, Miss Talinnita. Please accept my appology for my fellow monk of the Order's behaviour for the time being, I am sure there is a reasonable explanation for this breach of proper etiquette."
Bowing her head, she returned her books and left a generous tithe before heading towards the library. She regarded the familiar door for a few moments, before shaking her head and opening it, entering the library. Arms folded neatly behind her back as usual, face an unreadable, expressionless mask she approached the other monk, stopping a few feet away, making sure to not quiet her steps as she often does as to not startle the woman.
"Salutations, Aella.
It appears the day does not find you well.
Can I be of assistance?"
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Post by Raven Credale on May 11, 2019 17:36:23 GMT -5
The red heads hazel eyes flicked up towards Merethyl when she spoke. A quick sigh escaped her before she leaned back in her chair a bit.
"Honestly I'm not sure this is something others can help with. But you're more than welcome to listen to my rambling of troubles."
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Post by Thrym on May 11, 2019 18:03:59 GMT -5
The elf dipped her head and pulled a chair out for herself as she spoke.
"Hm. Maybe not. Much like the Chapters of our Order, while in some way, you and I have walked different paths, I do believe we have quite a few things in common in the end."
She settled down on the chair, her dispassionate gaze focussing on the other woman.
"I will listen if you wish to share. I may not know you as your friends do, but maybe that will be an advantage - a fresh perspective, one might say."
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Post by Raven Credale on May 11, 2019 18:48:44 GMT -5
Aella softly shrugged as another sigh escaped her.
"Well...I supported a stupid idea some I deeply care about had. But I thought in my mind that he'd retreat when things got bad...Instead I watched him get flattened by a hill giant outside Shally. I saw it was getting bad and I was just...I was just standing there...I mean I know I should have jumped into help but...I didn't I just stood there and watched him get killed. All because I agreed to his stupid idea. Then when I went to go get help for him because I can't afford raise scrolls...He vanished from whre I had last seen him...So I not only wasted coin but I wasted peoples time with it too after going all the way to Greatgaunt then dragging them back to Shally then to Suzail looking for the guy." She ran a hand through her hair .
"So now I don't know if the guy I deeply care about is dead and gone or if he's back in the land of the living. And I guess I'm beating myself up over it because I was there, I could have helped him live but what did I do instead? Nothing...Also killed the hill giants, stormed away from the people I dragged out of Greatgaunt for nothing...."
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Post by Thrym on May 12, 2019 4:56:59 GMT -5
Merethyl calmly waited for the half-elf to finish her story, posture perfectly straight in her chair, her hands resting folded in her lap. Aside from the characteristic raising of her brow at the mentioning of Aella just standing there, she showed little if any reaction to what she heard. Finally, she nodded briefly and spoke.
"I see. Definitly an unfortunate chain of events, and I can see why it leaves you distraught."
She tilted her head upwards, regarding the library's ceiling as she continues.
"Let us put aside your own behaviour for now. It is hardly my place as a fellow disciple, not a master, to lecture you, and I am sure you have already beaten yourself up over it enough. Should you wish to discuss later though, I am certainly available.
Instead, let us look at what we know: Your companion was overwhelmed, and you left to find aid. As a monk, you are a fast sprinter, even faster than myself, and in a situation as this likely managed to push yourself beyond your usual limits. What I am getting at is, even though it may have seemed an eternity at the time, you likely found aid faster than most people could ever hope to."
She lowered her gaze again, her blank stare focussing Aella.
"You said he vanished, so I assume you found no trace of either him or his belongings. A giant dragging of or looting the body would have left very noticable tracks - seeing as you did not find such, we can rule out that having happened. Other looters or scavengers would likely have either been in extreme hurry to get out of giant lands before being noticed and left tracks themselves, or be the sort who'd actually engage the giants... and seeing as you did not mention there being dead giants and signs of further battles anywhere, I believe we can rule out this possibility as unlikely as well.
I do not know how well versed members of your chapter are in medical matters, and knowing you lacked a raise scroll and could not afford one likely hardly aided your focus in analyzing your friends state. Do you believe it possible he was badly wounded but alive? While few warriors train in its actual use, I have noticed most of them have tremendous, if untapped, reserves of ki, and in a life or death situation, I'd not rule out one of them managing to briefly access them subconsciously to make it to safety, even if their body's state should hardly allow it."
The elven monk paused for a moment before adding.
"As for the people that came to your aid, I do not think you must worry about them holding you ill will. The sort of adventurers to volunteer for a rescue mission likely are the moral sort who genuinely were concerned and wished to help, or at least those who believe it a matter of honour to aid a fellow warrior in durress. Even if they were annoyed in some manner, I do not believe it a matter that cannot be resolved with a simple appology - I think you will find your fellow rational actors to be more understanding of your situation than you expect. Many of them have been there themselves."
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Post by Raven Credale on May 12, 2019 7:56:00 GMT -5
She nods and listened to the stoic elf across her speak. And once she was done she let out a softer sigh and nodded a bit. The rage in her eyes slowly started fade but still lingered for the most part.
"I suppose you're right. For all I know that blasted fool could be back among the living again but...you'd think he'd at least come and find me. I mean I even told the people who followed me to help him where I would be." Her expression softened to be one that had a slight pain to it before she closed her eyes and turned her head to look elsewhere when she opened them again.
"Perhaps it's time for me to get out of the priestess hair and go back out there to train. Sitting around the temple is nice an all...but sitting around doing nothing doesn't really pay for supplies." She tried to fall back into her usual attitude but for now, it sounded like a weak attempt.
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Post by Thrym on May 12, 2019 8:52:54 GMT -5
"Hm. Maybe, though I am not sure I would immediately return to combat training. Not to be presumptous, but you seem ... off-centered, still, a very dangerous state for a monk to be in, particular if one plans to fight. If you have no leads to locate the 'blasted fool', it might be prudent to spend some time in meditation and contemplation. Alternativly, some physical labour might help clear the head - you could offer Miss Talinnita outside to help out around the temple, mayhaps. She seems somewhat upset about the events still, and I believe it might ease both your mind and assure you are still welcome in the future."
Merethyl tilted her head slightly to the side.
"Hm, and if you've not done so yet, you should consider making use of the public message boards in the nearby settlements. Maybe someone has seen your friend, or he may find them himself."
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Post by Raven Credale on May 13, 2019 9:45:22 GMT -5
Aella softly nodded and would spend the next few weeks helping around the temple when she could. She'd also spend some time thinking about starting a small business of her own and selling her sketches to others.
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