Omen 6: Fear or Faith
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janestarzOnly a few days ago did we arrive in this village. And already we have chosen to leave it again.
When we just arrived it was clear that the war was raging around us, and far too soon Eltha'rin Athiel was taken from us. A day later Galadhon and Avan'il joined us - too late to say goodbye to our friend, too late to mourn for his loss, too late to turn the tide of war. They danced the Dance of War, their weapons weaving around them as they jumped and danced in their ritual, smiting anyone coming close to their blades with the deadly force and precision that is their trade.
New friends were made. Asterion joined us in this war and helped us try and break the forces of evil. He scouted out the source of one of the attacks and helped me bring Javil to this circle to break it. Though Javil was flung back from it when the magic discharged, our quest was successful and the circle was broken.
Reinard and Krughal fought by my side and won my trust, and I theirs. I doubt I can ever repay Krughal's strength and secret wisdom, or Reinard's honorable gesture that has gifted me with something so large I do not know if I want it, though I can do naught but accept this terrible responsibility. The three of us can lead our warriors to safety while Yuri prances around feeling important, and the village squabbles over trivialities.
I am relieved that my elves have found friendship and kindness in this village, and smile upon their actions as they busy themselves helping the humans. Arevalo in particular has found himself a task here, and is bubbling over with enthusiasm for this small spirit tree that grows in this village. But he is not the only one to have made new friends.
In the battle Saturdaynight I saw Avan'il fall under the blade of one of the Death Knights. I pulled him out, carried him to the healer's tents, and when the battle was over and we rested in the bar, he said he had failed me because he had fallen in battle. I swore that it was not so, and that we needed him, and that he had only failed me if he would refuse to fight in this war, but my words could not have the effect Luthine's had. She sat with him for a long time, and when he finally joined us at the table again, was smiling again.
There was something in the air that night, for as Avan'il sat with Luthine and Captain Francis joined us to toast to victory, there were songs to be sung and my hand found Asterion's under the table, romance blooming in our hearts as our fingers softly touched and Luthine sang a beautiful song.
It was not the first time our hands touched, for this was when he was more dead than alive after having slain a Lich called Benjamin, and I fed him liquor as Aimée stitched up his wounds. The second time I had been knocked out myself and his leg had needed stitching, and I grabbed his hand for support, and we did not let go again, laughing at our wounds.
The day we left was the hardest day of all. Though the seers have spoken that there is hope to the north-west and the forest spirit has told us there is a task for us there, it pains me to leave this road to the wood-elves open to the undead. We are abandoning our post in the hope to do the Work of Rystill, and though I have sent a message to our Queen, I fear we will never see our home again, nor those we love alive again.
The battle that raged when three separate forces of undead found us was fierce and brutal. Avan'il and Galadhon were taken by the enemy, slain and raised to serve a new master. I jumped on Galadhon to bring him back, to stop him from hurting anyone else.
I blame myself for not thinking about his skills.
For not laying down all my weapons before I tried to stop him.
He took my sword and nearly killed those he was sworn to protect, until a mage shattered that weapon and Galadhon was finally stopped.
We took them inside, into our camp, carefully laying their heads against the large tree. I took their lassíla and then there was no more time to say goodbye.
We are leaving a lot behind. Our friends, our orders, hope for our people and for the forest. A new task has been given to us, but I do knot know if it was worth the prize.
Look to the North-West, where the Sun will shine upon our faces, illuminate our hope - or so the Seers say.
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Luthine's Story ~ Lyavanna's Story ~ Nathreee's Story
When we just arrived it was clear that the war was raging around us, and far too soon Eltha'rin Athiel was taken from us. A day later Galadhon and Avan'il joined us - too late to say goodbye to our friend, too late to mourn for his loss, too late to turn the tide of war. They danced the Dance of War, their weapons weaving around them as they jumped and danced in their ritual, smiting anyone coming close to their blades with the deadly force and precision that is their trade.
New friends were made. Asterion joined us in this war and helped us try and break the forces of evil. He scouted out the source of one of the attacks and helped me bring Javil to this circle to break it. Though Javil was flung back from it when the magic discharged, our quest was successful and the circle was broken.
Reinard and Krughal fought by my side and won my trust, and I theirs. I doubt I can ever repay Krughal's strength and secret wisdom, or Reinard's honorable gesture that has gifted me with something so large I do not know if I want it, though I can do naught but accept this terrible responsibility. The three of us can lead our warriors to safety while Yuri prances around feeling important, and the village squabbles over trivialities.
I am relieved that my elves have found friendship and kindness in this village, and smile upon their actions as they busy themselves helping the humans. Arevalo in particular has found himself a task here, and is bubbling over with enthusiasm for this small spirit tree that grows in this village. But he is not the only one to have made new friends.
In the battle Saturdaynight I saw Avan'il fall under the blade of one of the Death Knights. I pulled him out, carried him to the healer's tents, and when the battle was over and we rested in the bar, he said he had failed me because he had fallen in battle. I swore that it was not so, and that we needed him, and that he had only failed me if he would refuse to fight in this war, but my words could not have the effect Luthine's had. She sat with him for a long time, and when he finally joined us at the table again, was smiling again.
There was something in the air that night, for as Avan'il sat with Luthine and Captain Francis joined us to toast to victory, there were songs to be sung and my hand found Asterion's under the table, romance blooming in our hearts as our fingers softly touched and Luthine sang a beautiful song.
It was not the first time our hands touched, for this was when he was more dead than alive after having slain a Lich called Benjamin, and I fed him liquor as Aimée stitched up his wounds. The second time I had been knocked out myself and his leg had needed stitching, and I grabbed his hand for support, and we did not let go again, laughing at our wounds.
The day we left was the hardest day of all. Though the seers have spoken that there is hope to the north-west and the forest spirit has told us there is a task for us there, it pains me to leave this road to the wood-elves open to the undead. We are abandoning our post in the hope to do the Work of Rystill, and though I have sent a message to our Queen, I fear we will never see our home again, nor those we love alive again.
The battle that raged when three separate forces of undead found us was fierce and brutal. Avan'il and Galadhon were taken by the enemy, slain and raised to serve a new master. I jumped on Galadhon to bring him back, to stop him from hurting anyone else.
I blame myself for not thinking about his skills.
For not laying down all my weapons before I tried to stop him.
He took my sword and nearly killed those he was sworn to protect, until a mage shattered that weapon and Galadhon was finally stopped.
We took them inside, into our camp, carefully laying their heads against the large tree. I took their lassíla and then there was no more time to say goodbye.
We are leaving a lot behind. Our friends, our orders, hope for our people and for the forest. A new task has been given to us, but I do knot know if it was worth the prize.
Look to the North-West, where the Sun will shine upon our faces, illuminate our hope - or so the Seers say.
Luthine's Story ~ Lyavanna's Story ~ Nathreee's Story
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Date: 2008-10-09 10:26 am (UTC)Love, Margriet aka Luthine
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Date: 2008-10-09 11:34 am (UTC)Thanks! I'm looking forward to forumplay as well.
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