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Traveler121
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Do you hear the whispers? It is the Children of Valorien...in the sparkling water around your feet, in the breeze stirred by fey wings, in the trees that sing the names of ancient ones that walked beneath their laden branches, once. Forest earth forms plants new grown to feed animals that also feed each other. So ever bones are made from fallen leaves, and life breathes anew.

Walk now the way of the little creatures. Beetles in earth, mouse under leaf. Step, step with your eyes where your feet cannot yet go. Their song is in you and yours in them. Shifting, ageless, see with their eyes what you would know.



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So she stood, earthing her spirit into the ancient energies, hearing the primal pulse of life, death, life wild in her blood.... Or was it a whisper in the trees, Sylvannus, Mielikki, or bright Lurue speaking of older things than the footsteps of elves in these deep woods?

In the dark womb of her forest sanctuary she attuned to the spells that flowed from Source – few did she have strength for yet. She ran her energy deeper and called to her a companion, Aerux, dire rat, to aid her in these first, fragile days. She would learn from him, and of the ways of his kind as together they walked. It was a beginning.

Finally, she breathed into Source, and connected herself to the black forest earth in that secluded nook that would hold her in safety at night, between daytime forays into the wood in search of it's ailing creatures. Here she would return, but in this moment she readied herself. Dawn was not far off.



[ Edited 08:45:34 PM 05/15/16 ]

Kellenri - Elven Archer, Tel'Varataurie, Weaver of Words. (Portrait) Kell Scribbles From the Journal There's No Business Like Gnoll Business Mereth en Draugrim-Feast of Wolves Weave, Source and Tainted Song
Icehelm - Northern Sword-Swinger "Live with Abandon!" Snaedottir's Saga
Gaelrien - Deep Woodland Spiritwalker Way of the Earth Servant - Lema en i'Ceventaur


Winner 2014 "Best Party (Group/gameplay RP): Maxim, Kellenri, Stroth and Merum"
Winner 2015 "Best Heroine: Kellenri" * "Best RPer" * "Best Forum Storyteller"
Winner 2016 "Best Forum Storyteller" * "Best Player-run Plot, Mereth en Draugrim-Feast of Wolves - with Corlupi"


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11:04:12 AM 06/04/16
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As she gathered herself to emerge from safety, she cast her mind to the beginnings...

In the quiet leaf-fall in she had faced the small cluster of druids, in the slanting rays of afternoon light, accepting the task with a mix of honor and trepidation. Few were called to that way of the druid's journey, and she was untried in her own mind. This was not a clearly portioned journey, where the threads of each part, the test of Head, Hand and Heart were separate, neatly beginning and ending. Rather they were like yarns in a skein that touched each other, and often crossed. "All things are related," they reminded. Among their last words to her were, "When you are done, you will know what each part was."

Her preparations were simple; her belongings few. The forest would provide most of what she needed, and she would expand her knowing of creatures that she loved and already walked with. What could go wrong? She had learned to call to herself a companion from the woods, and could summon from spirit the aid of another. But when she met the eyes of her mentors and nodded "Yes", they had not said that her home for many months would be the southern woods, where the animals were poisoned and the land was stressed.

"Why here?" She wondered, as they escorted her south. "Because they need you," came the answer from her heart. "But what am I to do there?" Her mind countered. "Peace." She calmed her thoughts. "When it is time, you will know."

They had left her at dusk on a night of no moon, pressing into her hands a final gift of dried fruits, as a forest haze settled. Raising their hands in a last blessing, they called in the ancient tongue for the Elements to guard her, then blended with the shadows and were gone. Quickly she walked a pattern through the trees, sensing, listening, feeling every breeze and smelling the wind like the animals she would serve. As the light failed she found what she sought – a nook where the cliff folded in on itself, with an almost hidden entrance. This would be her shelter until dawn.




[ Edited 07:32:49 PM 06/04/16 ]

Kellenri - Elven Archer, Tel'Varataurie, Weaver of Words. (Portrait) Kell Scribbles From the Journal There's No Business Like Gnoll Business Mereth en Draugrim-Feast of Wolves Weave, Source and Tainted Song
Icehelm - Northern Sword-Swinger "Live with Abandon!" Snaedottir's Saga
Gaelrien - Deep Woodland Spiritwalker Way of the Earth Servant - Lema en i'Ceventaur


Winner 2014 "Best Party (Group/gameplay RP): Maxim, Kellenri, Stroth and Merum"
Winner 2015 "Best Heroine: Kellenri" * "Best RPer" * "Best Forum Storyteller"
Winner 2016 "Best Forum Storyteller" * "Best Player-run Plot, Mereth en Draugrim-Feast of Wolves - with Corlupi"


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11:31:53 PM 06/11/16
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Delicate the balance of life in the woods. Now that balance was strained by the rift that pulsed beneath her, and the animals above it were poisoned and sick. With creature wariness she sniffed the wind, as night cries changed to a twitter in the branches. The dire rat who was her companion stood near her expectantly. The least creatures may aid in Druid's work, and she had as much to learn from him as from any, in her new home.


Centering herself, she emerged from shadow in the predawn air, sensing the forest in the echoes of its teeming life, sure the bats were gone. Gazing into the grey air she learned nearly too late that she had made her home near the lair of a large and angry bear. She slid behind a tree to consider her choices, but loo late. The rat and her summoned ally already harried the great beasts paws. With the aid of her companions she would have to return it to earth, free from pain. But she hesitated – how could she raise her hand against a beast so magnificent? Undecided, she wavered as the angry bear descended on her. It could have been her last mistake.

*****


So began the test of Heart.




[ Edited 11:34:27 AM 07/10/16 ]

Kellenri - Elven Archer, Tel'Varataurie, Weaver of Words. (Portrait) Kell Scribbles From the Journal There's No Business Like Gnoll Business Mereth en Draugrim-Feast of Wolves Weave, Source and Tainted Song
Icehelm - Northern Sword-Swinger "Live with Abandon!" Snaedottir's Saga
Gaelrien - Deep Woodland Spiritwalker Way of the Earth Servant - Lema en i'Ceventaur


Winner 2014 "Best Party (Group/gameplay RP): Maxim, Kellenri, Stroth and Merum"
Winner 2015 "Best Heroine: Kellenri" * "Best RPer" * "Best Forum Storyteller"
Winner 2016 "Best Forum Storyteller" * "Best Player-run Plot, Mereth en Draugrim-Feast of Wolves - with Corlupi"


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Traveler121
10:46:21 AM 06/29/16
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In the darkness there was a tree. Its roots reached to the distance and pulsed with the golden light of Source as she drifted in a place that was black, except for the tree's light. Air. The Lady breathed into her lungs and life returned, but still she hung in the darkness. There was only air, and the tree. Water. A sound, a waterfall nearby; and slowly the dark faded. Earth. Hard surface beneath her, and she no longer floated in formlessness. Fire. The sun's brightness swam into her vision, stinging her eyes, and she felt the pain of the tears in her flesh, searing deep from the bear's bites, as the world spun around her. Now fire in her blood too, as it pulsed within her, warming; defeating the chill that had nearly claimed her. But she was too weak yet to even whimper.

As the elements called her to return, she made the transition from the place between worlds. Her vision of the tree remained, for it shined into both realms, sentient, guarding; from the Middle World where it was rooted. She hugged the ground beneath her, sick as she was, and at last pulled herself over to sit against the sacred oak.

Resting in deepest reverie, she merged her song with that of the tree, hearing it's whisper in her mind. "Peace in my heart," she affirmed, as she calmed herself, gaining surety of where she was. She thanked the ancient energies that healed her as she sat, drawing new life from each element, and the light of the Guardian above her, rooted in Source. Someday she would surrender to the place between worlds to await the call to the afterhalls of her people, but now it seemed she still had something to learn, to do, in her woodland home.

"Pain teaches compassion" an old druid had said.

This was pain enough. She felt the wounds beneath her hands, and called on the deep energies of life to heal them as she sat. And she thought long on the ways of the creatures in the woods, their little lives – and the poison beneath them. It drove them mad, and in this case, release was a gift to them, a blessing. She sat some days in the light of the tree and the teeming life around it, as understanding grew.



[ Edited 08:59:19 AM 08/06/16 ]

Kellenri - Elven Archer, Tel'Varataurie, Weaver of Words. (Portrait) Kell Scribbles From the Journal There's No Business Like Gnoll Business Mereth en Draugrim-Feast of Wolves Weave, Source and Tainted Song
Icehelm - Northern Sword-Swinger "Live with Abandon!" Snaedottir's Saga
Gaelrien - Deep Woodland Spiritwalker Way of the Earth Servant - Lema en i'Ceventaur


Winner 2014 "Best Party (Group/gameplay RP): Maxim, Kellenri, Stroth and Merum"
Winner 2015 "Best Heroine: Kellenri" * "Best RPer" * "Best Forum Storyteller"
Winner 2016 "Best Forum Storyteller" * "Best Player-run Plot, Mereth en Draugrim-Feast of Wolves - with Corlupi"


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12:32:34 PM 07/15/16
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Return


Days fell away as the Taur'ohtarie and Celestial held guard near the great oak, that in spite of it's size, was yet young. The sound of nearby water soothed her, as she healed in the light of the Tree and its flowing life force rooted in Source. Stretching her spirit, she drew strength from the sheer weight of the green life pressing around her. How can the other races heal without this? She wondered. And she wondered if she would ever know.

In time she was renewed in body, enough for the journey that she must make alone. This too was part of her unfolding, and it was up to her to find a way of return to her grove. Big cats hunted on one road; packs of wolves on the other. In her wild blood she knew she could not walk unseen among them — their senses were too keen. Her growing skill was not yet so grown that she could pit against the heightened awareness of the hungry animals who guarded their territories. It was their wood first, and they defended their homes with impartial ferocity. In the end she chose the way of the Weald where the big cats lived; the pack mind of the wolves was perhaps more dangerous. Many cats could lurk on the hill where she would walk, but sometimes they hunted away from the path, and she might slip through. If not, she hoped her two companions would be enough to repel the beautiful beasts.

There were two. And they were upwind. She smelled the blood of a kill, a young deer, and heard their snarls before they saw her, and backed quickly into shadow. Calling on the grace of the Source, she prepared and prayed that the light breeze, child of Valorien, not shift before she was ready. She drew in the energies of earth; and imparting to herself and her Companions greater vitality, she stepped from hiding, armed only with a bag of darts.

It was mostly a battle between the animals, as dire rat and badger confronted the cats, almost one at a time, thank the gods, while she threw her darts. In the end she was bloodied, and the cats and her companions were dead. A scowl set unnoticed in her face as she watched the last ripple-muscled feline fall; and she blended with shadow to finish her journey. This too was the Way, but she sought in herself calm that she could impart to the animals. And did not find it, yet.



[ Edited 06:27:18 AM 08/06/16 ]

Kellenri - Elven Archer, Tel'Varataurie, Weaver of Words. (Portrait) Kell Scribbles From the Journal There's No Business Like Gnoll Business Mereth en Draugrim-Feast of Wolves Weave, Source and Tainted Song
Icehelm - Northern Sword-Swinger "Live with Abandon!" Snaedottir's Saga
Gaelrien - Deep Woodland Spiritwalker Way of the Earth Servant - Lema en i'Ceventaur


Winner 2014 "Best Party (Group/gameplay RP): Maxim, Kellenri, Stroth and Merum"
Winner 2015 "Best Heroine: Kellenri" * "Best RPer" * "Best Forum Storyteller"
Winner 2016 "Best Forum Storyteller" * "Best Player-run Plot, Mereth en Draugrim-Feast of Wolves - with Corlupi"


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05:27:08 PM 07/16/16
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Day Roads



Cycles of time, cycles of life... unhurried drift the seasons in the ever changing sameness of the deep woodland landscape. Even in these woods where the animals were tainted, still they grew and birthed their babes in days that flowed into months, and the trees drank of the sun while something unwholesome seeped from beneath to trouble their gnarled roots.


** *** **


Dawn. The shift in sounds and soft animal calls signaled the day life of the forest to waken, and the elf stood silent in the morning, her spirit cast wide, as the sun pushed it's tentative rays through the tangle of limbs, to fallen leaves and soft dirt that were counted by years.

Awake! Awake! Even the trees called her to the morning, their summer voices urgent to make food while the sun was warm and their leaves lasted. First light slanted through the branches and over the cliff at her back, as she gathered herself to walk the leafy roads. A dire rat came to her call, and sinking her spirit deep into earth, she summoned a spirit of Badger, to aid her as she worked.

She could do nothing alone; the animals were too large, and their madness gave them strength. Blend with shadow, silent step, one with beetle, vole and mouse. She sensed the life of the forest and its creatures like the wild ones around her as she stepped along waterway and road. Rat...deer... bear! The test of head wove with the work of heart, as she walked the inward way of the spiral of life-death-life, releasing forest creatures trapped in their poisoned forms when they attacked. But boar and bear she avoided.

Sharp minded choices wove with her courage, but the test of hand revealed her weakness. She was clumsy and awkward with the sticks and darts that were her weapons, and her best defenses against the poisoned ones were the companions she had called to her. This bothered her, that they would bear the consequence of her lack of skill. Tenacious and persistent, she practiced with her darts, until she could at least aid her companions with those when her shallow spell strength was spent. But it was not her hand or eye that improved aim and skill. It was her clear heart, connecting her to her target in a way she had not expected.

Beneath the trees near the traveler's road, she found things – first a plain gold ring, then items let fall by travelers: Stray arrows, bottles of healing drink left lying or dropped in old battles. Some were nestled in the bones of elves or others; they too had found the animals deadly. But as she knelt in the duff to learn each plant in her new home, the small items hiding under leaf fall or shadow of shrub became trade with Mers, and she replenished her small supply of healing drink. The song in her spirit quickened as the days fell away; and she understood more deeply the nuanced meaning of the shifting breezes, and the whispers of trees became more clear. But the harsh air from beneath the woods wore on her, and she longed for the company of the great willow tree in the Weald, and the gaze of gentle deer that were not maddened.




[ Edited 05:45:45 PM 07/16/16 ]

Kellenri - Elven Archer, Tel'Varataurie, Weaver of Words. (Portrait) Kell Scribbles From the Journal There's No Business Like Gnoll Business Mereth en Draugrim-Feast of Wolves Weave, Source and Tainted Song
Icehelm - Northern Sword-Swinger "Live with Abandon!" Snaedottir's Saga
Gaelrien - Deep Woodland Spiritwalker Way of the Earth Servant - Lema en i'Ceventaur


Winner 2014 "Best Party (Group/gameplay RP): Maxim, Kellenri, Stroth and Merum"
Winner 2015 "Best Heroine: Kellenri" * "Best RPer" * "Best Forum Storyteller"
Winner 2016 "Best Forum Storyteller" * "Best Player-run Plot, Mereth en Draugrim-Feast of Wolves - with Corlupi"


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07:18:03 PM 08/06/16
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Night


Dark the star filled canopy, where the gliding orb tells the tale of days in silvered voice; in the waxing and waning of the gentle curve of her face as the months pass. Night comes to the forest and the day creatures sleep. In the rhythm of seasons runs the song of the changing moon, calling the night birds, frogs, bats and wolves to her opalescent chords. So cycle turns within cycle, as she illuminates the tale of leaves unfurling, falling, unfurling again, in the ebb and flow of her light.


Only in the day could she walk. At night the bats attacked relentlessly, tearing flesh from bone in the dark where there was no help.

In fascination she explored, and wandered unwary of the sun. Dusk fell, and caught her far from her grove. Pouring from the cave in silent flight, the winged ones overcame her summoned companions to dive at her, spilling blood with every bite. She struck at the last ones with her staff, and scarce fled in time to her grove, to fall at her oak tree's foot, holding fast to the tree, to life. Casting her spirit wide she asked to share of it's power, and was rewarded with a vital burst of life-flow, stemming blood and healing wounds.

"In the end, we are all one." But for now her elven form was yet separate, and renewed. A gift of water in cupped hands, brought quickly, furtively, from a nearby stream was her thanks to the spreading roots.

Reverie came hard as the night noises, like, yet unlike those of her childhood sylvan bowers, jarred her to alertness. These held an edge of pain, of strangeness; and she read the call of each creature as it prowled. There was much to learn in her new home, and she traced the paths and trails of the animals in her mind by their noises as they walked them, never thinking that this, too was a test of her deeper knowing.

Here even elvish eyes were taxed to pierce the gloom, as if a miasma lay in the air; a mist in the night. Thin lay the stars in the canopy of darkness, and the moon was not so bright as elsewhere. No fire did she make in the dim embrace of the woodland that would call the sick animals, but lay guarded by her companion, held by shadows in the arms of elvish dreams. And longed for the company of starlight that pierced with brightness.



[ Edited 09:59:26 AM 10/04/16 ]

Kellenri - Elven Archer, Tel'Varataurie, Weaver of Words. (Portrait) Kell Scribbles From the Journal There's No Business Like Gnoll Business Mereth en Draugrim-Feast of Wolves Weave, Source and Tainted Song
Icehelm - Northern Sword-Swinger "Live with Abandon!" Snaedottir's Saga
Gaelrien - Deep Woodland Spiritwalker Way of the Earth Servant - Lema en i'Ceventaur


Winner 2014 "Best Party (Group/gameplay RP): Maxim, Kellenri, Stroth and Merum"
Winner 2015 "Best Heroine: Kellenri" * "Best RPer" * "Best Forum Storyteller"
Winner 2016 "Best Forum Storyteller" * "Best Player-run Plot, Mereth en Draugrim-Feast of Wolves - with Corlupi"


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10:14:29 PM 09/06/16
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Fortress



He was a strange one, the gnome — or was it a hin? — the one with the goggles. In the night he appeared in Mer's hut where she had crawled after an encounter with a bear. Again. In the safety of the hut she gave her thanks and called healing from the air, the water, the fire and earth, to reshape bone and flesh that had nearly given up on living. As she swayed and partly recovered, she noticed he had come in after her. He said strange things, and at first she thought he would kill her; then — a guide he wanted, into the Stronghold.

As she stood swaying in pain and indecision over leading so odd a creature to the Elven heartland, he shoved a potion into her hand. "Drink this dearie and let's go!" He sought Glendel on some business — selling ales, was it? — and she could heal by the beloved Oak in the hidden cleft. Very well. Silent, she led him by elvish pathways into the Stronghold, and meekly took the bag of coin he pressed into her hand as he stepped into Wild Wants. It would buy more darts, and strong Elven healing, at least. Yet all the while she wondered if she had done well. A not quiet hidden churlishness seemed to cloak him like the shadows he favored.

As strange were the dwarf and a second hin she found lingering with the goggled one in the Weald on her return journey. Their muted whispers sank as she approached incautiously, and she was certain the new hin brushed her pocket as she passed. She tarried only for a moment. She had been too long away, and it was time to return to the tainted garden of her stewardship.


* * * * *


The days fell softly away, and her aim and judgement grew. The animals came to her call, but for the tainted ones, that no one could help. As she lingered near the Stronghold fire, a dwarf stumped past the Nikerym, eyes more on a map than where he stepped. The hin and another like him trailed the dwarf. Kardor the dwarf was, and Brando and Rosco were the hin. Brando was not the name the goggled one had given when first they met. Of this she was sure.

Of their business she asked, and was rewarded with talk of lost cities. "Cities are built on top of cities in Enthaet's bones. Where do you seek this one?" "Up north" they chorused, and "Would she come with them?" Aye, someone should. They did not need to wander elvish lands alone. After preparation that included bangs and loud noises from Brando, and much noisy banter, she led them north by ways that avoided the inner Hold.


* * * * *


Tracking through the eastern wood, she saw the guards were doubled since last she had been there with other elves, before the days of her stewardship. The wind shifted and brought the scent of dirty things, and suddenly there were gnolls enough for dwarf and hin all. She saved her darts and her strength for what they might meet later, and let them finish the gnolls. Good indeed, for at the eastern edge scouts and guards stayed gnolls that poured from the moor, and she went among them healing injured elves, while the hin and dwarf took the gnoll's supplies.

Stepping from the trees, she was as far as she had ever been from the heart of the wood.

Wet the scents from the moorland, and streams were more frequent. Sniffing, with the wind on her right side she led them past the great hounds that the Tel'Varataurie Krin, Styvn and Willow had helped save, it was said. Farther in, and the hounds there still knew the yoke of gnoll poisons.


In the swamp there were no more hounds, but the dwarf sloshed away any chance of a quiet approach as they neared the lights of a fortress. The whispered voices of trees changed from oak and yew to fir, and the wind smelled of snow. Her instincts reeled at the number of gnolls camped before the gate. No one had ever talked of so many; aye the swamp crawled with them, to her mind. She listened, and watched, and learned; her senses reaching out to the battered landscape, as they fought their way inside.

Steering left they cleared a high place of gnolls, and she took a small red stone from a shaman's hand. Startled, she sensed the same energy that haunted the forest where she dwelt and let it go. A cave nearby — a gift rested inside where the others wandered. A pillar stood in water; ancient, with runes that a wiser druid might read. With quill and oak gall ink she drew them, even as she thought she almost knew the words.

The winds shifted, and a stench came with it, as they made their way along the fortress, where she was startled to see a lighthouse, and docks. More gnolls gathered behind them — many, and the way home was in doubt. Rosco would take them through shadow, or Brando had a portal of sorts..... She did not quite trust either, but calling on Mielikki's grace she followed them through the portal to the northern woods. Into the protection of trees and the scent of clean water.




Kellenri - Elven Archer, Tel'Varataurie, Weaver of Words. (Portrait) Kell Scribbles From the Journal There's No Business Like Gnoll Business Mereth en Draugrim-Feast of Wolves Weave, Source and Tainted Song
Icehelm - Northern Sword-Swinger "Live with Abandon!" Snaedottir's Saga
Gaelrien - Deep Woodland Spiritwalker Way of the Earth Servant - Lema en i'Ceventaur


Winner 2014 "Best Party (Group/gameplay RP): Maxim, Kellenri, Stroth and Merum"
Winner 2015 "Best Heroine: Kellenri" * "Best RPer" * "Best Forum Storyteller"
Winner 2016 "Best Forum Storyteller" * "Best Player-run Plot, Mereth en Draugrim-Feast of Wolves - with Corlupi"


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06:40:52 PM 11/05/16
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Looking into a pool like a mirror, she cast her mind along the long stream of solitary days, before ever she had emerged from broader Feywood....


Growth

Seven times her spirit widened, before that early first wandering from her home, to where the gnolls dwelt. Alone in the woods, she learned better the voices of its creatures, as the leaves and years fell behind her, and her connection to the living web deepened. Musical waters sang at her feet, and she understood its sparkling life under sun; and the trees whispered to her of their love of the breezes. Water, Fire, Earth, Air.... attuning more finely to their forms, power flowed from her heart, and her bond with the wild things grew.

As did her awareness of the taint below them all. Someday she would enter the cave that led beneath her.... but not yet.


Visitors

Gazing deeper into the pool, two memories stood out....

Nights flowed into days as the leaves of a few years fell to carpet the woods. Little changed outwardly except the season's temper, and new animals came to her call. Returning quietly at day's end, she she entered her grove to find an elf she knew only by sight, sitting in silence. When the greetings were said and she learned his name, she knew he spoke true when he said he had followed her tracks...that she thought few could follow. It was the Tel'Varataurie Styvn who sought her, and his tracking skills and eagle sight were legend.

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A while they spoke... of Stewardship, and the work of the Protectors and Druids, and what it meant to be each, in service to the wood. He named the Tel'Varataurie that she might meet, and asked about her weapons; but she spoke instead of trusting to animal's strengths, and using her darts, or a sickle only at need. They spoke of the rift beneath them and the veiled stars, and the pall that lay on this wood. He left her with a bag of healing drink, herbs and supplies.

*** ***** ***



In later months, returning from the streams in the wood's center just before the bats would fly, she saw a flash of green light in her grove – and ran. Moonlight shined on her beloved tree... undamaged, save for one branch that was gone. Drawing near, she saw the staff at it's feet, and and gingerly bent to inspect it. Near it's knobby head, was a silver tracing – a unicorn's head, facing left, with a small blue gem in the eye. A blessing from the Forest Queen. In reverent gratitude, she brought offerings to the tree, and sat beside it silent, for a long, long time.

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And now, she reflected, her journey to the gnoll's fortress, and the riftstone she had found there compelled her to learn more. Collecting food and supplies given by the land, she prepared to leave the wood, alone. It was time.




Kellenri - Elven Archer, Tel'Varataurie, Weaver of Words. (Portrait) Kell Scribbles From the Journal There's No Business Like Gnoll Business Mereth en Draugrim-Feast of Wolves Weave, Source and Tainted Song
Icehelm - Northern Sword-Swinger "Live with Abandon!" Snaedottir's Saga
Gaelrien - Deep Woodland Spiritwalker Way of the Earth Servant - Lema en i'Ceventaur


Winner 2014 "Best Party (Group/gameplay RP): Maxim, Kellenri, Stroth and Merum"
Winner 2015 "Best Heroine: Kellenri" * "Best RPer" * "Best Forum Storyteller"
Winner 2016 "Best Forum Storyteller" * "Best Player-run Plot, Mereth en Draugrim-Feast of Wolves - with Corlupi"


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Earth


I call to the forces of Earth!
Ever stable, ever changing,
in seasons beneath our feet.
Earth, strength and hard stone
Trees and gardens of beauty.

Softest dirt, imprisoning rock
Drinking sunlight, bearing Life
Enthaet, lord of Earth, come!
Befriend me on my journey.



Dawn sneaks to the forest.... even as the sounds change. Rustles and stirrings mark the moments before dark gives way to grey, and leaves move in small, fitful sighs. The woodland holds it's breath, pausing in silence... Ah! A spear of light escapes the horizon, and birds hail the day as the young elf rises.


"Hail my guardian tree! This grove cradles me as a mother does a child, and you are its center, reaching deep into earth. I will seek first the keeper of your roots, and drink of his strength, to learn the thought behind your whispers. They say Enthaet holds the North. If I must go far into the cold lands I will need a guide. But first I will see what I may learn alone. Perhaps it is not so far."

Bending, she placed a berry she had found at sunset before on the place where bark met soil, an offering of love. For in truth, she could give the tree nothing that the forest did not already provide.

Arms raised, she aligned in her thought with the Forest Queen, and sank her toes into the duff that was like soft slippers. Lore of elven things on Thain fell to the background, as all that was, became spirit and forest.

Dirt. Nourished by sunlight. Blown by breezes. Dampened by water. Earth.


Staff over her shoulder, she gave a high keen, asking a companion to share her journey. Taking leave of her grove she walked away.

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A glow beyond the road beckoned in the late dawn. A light path led away as if other feet, too, sought something there. Following the way through small brush she came into the feeling of sacred things, and knew this place so close to home held ancient currents of life.


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Vessels stood there; vases overflowing with earth, crystals, minerals and even coin left by pilgrims. Yet... what was this? Blackened earth rimmed the stones that bounded the shrine. What has happened here? Did lightning come some time in the past, making war on the steady energies of solid things? Looking closer she was not sure. Into the forest the trees bore scars of some old fire. Did someone do this? There had been words of such a thing in the forest long months ago... But who would dare?

The signs were old and she could not tell.

She gathered dirt from closest to the shrine's center, and poured it into a small, soft bag to keep. And she gathered too, char and burned gravel, to see what she could learn from it.


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Impassively she wondered...

"Oh Enthaet, does your sister Arderak quarrel with you, or your brother F'tarek come of his own will in greeting? If it is not so, and someone that walks in their days on Thain has done this to you, may they learn of your spirit in the strongest ways!"

Sitting with splayed hands flat on the ground, she sank into slowness.... to learn of the lives of minerals and trees. Then alone in Reverie, she wandered the paths of fire and air, finding no answers. Only the sunset birds made songs in the branches, calling her back. Slowly she arose and turned south toward her place of solitude, where her own tree whispered to creatures that waited.




Kellenri - Elven Archer, Tel'Varataurie, Weaver of Words. (Portrait) Kell Scribbles From the Journal There's No Business Like Gnoll Business Mereth en Draugrim-Feast of Wolves Weave, Source and Tainted Song
Icehelm - Northern Sword-Swinger "Live with Abandon!" Snaedottir's Saga
Gaelrien - Deep Woodland Spiritwalker Way of the Earth Servant - Lema en i'Ceventaur


Winner 2014 "Best Party (Group/gameplay RP): Maxim, Kellenri, Stroth and Merum"
Winner 2015 "Best Heroine: Kellenri" * "Best RPer" * "Best Forum Storyteller"
Winner 2016 "Best Forum Storyteller" * "Best Player-run Plot, Mereth en Draugrim-Feast of Wolves - with Corlupi"


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