Naralia Amena (Ritefoot)

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Naralia came to this world a shadow of the girl she is now. Very little is still known of how she is at all. Her father is an unpopular though powerful arch mage in Evermeet. Her mother though respected has a rather hidden past. Little is known of her other than powerful people with contacts speak her mother's name in hushed tones. Naralia's twin sister is Lindora. No twins could have been born more different yet nearer than this pair. None knew that their mother expected twins and rumor has it that a terrible event occurred at their birth. That their mother received only one daughter that day. A daughter that was inconsolable, who's crying could be heard by all. A daughter they called Lindora. It is whispered that some few days after their mother spoke of a need to go out. That their mother and their father left the house and their servants behind and returned with a small bundle. A bundle that when placed by Lindora ended her cries. A bundle called Naralia. Her parents let none near the pair and it was many months before even family were let so much as see the girls. whispers spoke that their father had been seen taking odd items to his home. Months where their mother was seen not at all.
Time passed and the Amena house returned to normal and calm. No word was let be spoke about their unusual birth or that it was never marked with the traditional parties. That the children had been given all blessings and acceptance had been enough for life to move on again.
Lindora was the light and joy of the house. Her laugh as a little bell and her singing and joy rang through every hall and heart. Near behind her sister was always Naralia, silent and chill. Night and day they were only parted when Lindora played in the sun or Naralia studied in their vaults.
Their love for each other was clear. Though many held great uneasy around Naralia few had ever stepped out of line for all knew should Naralia be unhappy it would effect Lindora and Lindora held the heart of all.
Naralia was not able to speak above a whisper from birth. Light over that of a candle hurt her eyes. Sunlight scalded her skin and gave pain. Her lack of speech and cold demeanor won her no friends or warmth from any beyond her sisters, mother, father and aunts. However these people gave her great support and love. Ever including her and providing encouragement.
At an early age Naralia showed promise for magic. Lindora seemed to have some ability though it was said that had it not been for her sister Lindora would have given her time fully to the arts.
One day at an early age Naralia already difficult world darkened forever. While working on magical form with her father in the shadow of the estates vine yards a spell went very wrong. She was casting the cantrip Virtue on a young squirrel Lindora had been nursing back to health. From the start strong harsh words she had never heard burst from her mouth and a snap went out through the forest. Shadows shot to the poor animal on her hand as it inhaled in shock. They swirled a second as if solidifying and then the whole black mass sublimated and drifted off as a cloud leaving the sound of her father's hurried chanting and the sight of a little girl face contorted into a silent scream of confused anguish.
Naralia loved magic but was forever loathed to cast without endless preparations.
Time passed and the girls grew to maturity. As many of her species Naralia wanted to see and learn. Naralia felt a need to learn more about what she was. To become what she must be and that would not happen in the shadow of her father. She was heavily needed of her family but the day came when she talked her sister into joining her. So two elves stole away a little before dawn and took a boat out into the world.
Would her fortune be bright or dark? Both options held equal levels of fear for Naralia but she was going to find out for herself for if not it would find her.
Rite.

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Naralia has been busy collecting and hiding books. Every book she thought worthy, every tomb she could beg, borrow or steel. Have each been lovingly protected and wrapped from the elements and placed in safety. Believing she could not get more before the orcs came she decided to stop. Moving from the hiding place, it occurred to her that if she should not live through this war then these works might still be lost and at her hand.
That evening in her room, she penned a number of notes and placed each with care into her satchel. Before dawn she took off and left notes throughout every inn and anywhere adventurers might well stumble across them.

OOC The note’s first line is written in elven and then repeated in common, the last line is in something far older.

IC

Should you find this note please see that it be brought to the church of Sehanine.




OOC This is a puzzle I came up with today. Durk might be dim but that is by design, my last character was a little smarter and I learned how to write in Tolkien Elven for him. This puzzle is short and in Tengwar/Quenya. Naralia fears that the works of ages will be lost, not that they land in the wrong hands. So anyone can play. Even if you do not have a smart PC, make one. Naralia is poor as poor can be. She does have a book gifted to her worth about 1000 lions but who knows if a DM might give more.
The point of this is not to show off. If you google this you will find some real dweeby types that know too much about elven, The writing is beautiful and fun. (Not joking) I might well have a few mistakes in there and as I don’t know too many elves in RL to ask to proof read. I would be happy if people even try to work it out. PM me with questions and hints will come.
As a bonus if this proves popular I spent 6 months about 3 years ago on a puzzle. It is VERY hard and still needs some work on its art. If people like this one I might spend the time to finish the other one too.
Good luck.

Rite.

PS Sorry this was so unclear. Funny that I spent three hours on the puzzle and then wrote the Post in two minutes. Give it a try and you will find this drags you in. I think I might mention the word Taliban so that the Pentagon might think it is some code and put money into better development of Elven tools. You know... Like apache in the old wars.

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IC Naralia punches her fist into the pack in frustration. One of her books was gone. A costly gift from her oldest friend in the area. Someone had found the hiding place. Well at least the right type will know. This was good she guessed.

OOC I am so buzzed. Nolendil figured it out and gets the book. I am just happy someone tried. I will now give the answer.



The letters you see are the consonant while all the accents are the vowels. The style of writing would state that the vowel would go after the consonant. Thing is in a language heavy with words starting with vowels this means you would be full of ugly writing. There is another form that places the vowel before the consonant but this has a different font that looks almost like dwarven and so again Ugly. So OK I cheated a little but it was within limits and it sure looks good.
When written in a more roman style comes out like this

hirsairon rómen carnihísië nún erís tún

Writen in English it comes out like so....

Find Wizard east Redmist under river Tun.

or

The Wise, look east of Redmist under the river Tun.

OK I left out the 'of' and 'the' and the word River was reversed but I think it was workable. He did get it.

Thanks for putting in the effort.

Rite.