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6/28/2025, 6:05:57 AM
>>6266581
Entering the Hall of the Elders, you guide Luaue along toward the council chamber, the echo of a heated argument resounding throughout the halls. "... and for the last time, Arfaern Lathalas, you will refrain from referring to me as 'granny.' You may instead call me by name, or address me as Aradoness or even Arael’Sha," admonishes the familiar voice of Arara, her inflection maternal though tested. The gods must be just, for Arara must now deal with Lael in a professional capacity for as long as she holds the office of High Priestess of Corellon and sits on the Council of Elders. You will be offering Sune a prayer for the half-breed boy's good health tonight.
"Whatever, granny. It's not my fault that you're ancient as- well, well, we have guests. The Champion of Everlund and Eilistraee's priestess honor us with a visit," announces the High Sorcerer, rising from his seat. "To what do we owe the pleasure?" Surveying the council chamber, you take attendance before introducing your protege. There is Lael of course, and the darthiir, who require no introductions. You make every effort to ignore the both of them.
Next there is Emitia, her eyes alight with joy as she beholds you. It is incredibly reassuring to have at least some allies on the Council of Elders. Predictably, the stony visage of Dulnur Darkshadow contorts into a scowl, his features as craggy as an Underdark ravine and half as welcoming. By contrast, the High Captain reclines in his seat, gingerly lighting a fresh cigarette with which he salutes you, leaving a trail of pallid blue smoke behind.
Last but not least, the most recent addition to the council, Willard Cawley. Mirthless and impossible to read, he appraises you with his one good eye, taking a drag from his long, thin cigar. You've surmised by now that he is a taciturn man, incredibly so, even as he plays his role in the verbal arena that is the Council of Elders.
Entering the Hall of the Elders, you guide Luaue along toward the council chamber, the echo of a heated argument resounding throughout the halls. "... and for the last time, Arfaern Lathalas, you will refrain from referring to me as 'granny.' You may instead call me by name, or address me as Aradoness or even Arael’Sha," admonishes the familiar voice of Arara, her inflection maternal though tested. The gods must be just, for Arara must now deal with Lael in a professional capacity for as long as she holds the office of High Priestess of Corellon and sits on the Council of Elders. You will be offering Sune a prayer for the half-breed boy's good health tonight.
"Whatever, granny. It's not my fault that you're ancient as- well, well, we have guests. The Champion of Everlund and Eilistraee's priestess honor us with a visit," announces the High Sorcerer, rising from his seat. "To what do we owe the pleasure?" Surveying the council chamber, you take attendance before introducing your protege. There is Lael of course, and the darthiir, who require no introductions. You make every effort to ignore the both of them.
Next there is Emitia, her eyes alight with joy as she beholds you. It is incredibly reassuring to have at least some allies on the Council of Elders. Predictably, the stony visage of Dulnur Darkshadow contorts into a scowl, his features as craggy as an Underdark ravine and half as welcoming. By contrast, the High Captain reclines in his seat, gingerly lighting a fresh cigarette with which he salutes you, leaving a trail of pallid blue smoke behind.
Last but not least, the most recent addition to the council, Willard Cawley. Mirthless and impossible to read, he appraises you with his one good eye, taking a drag from his long, thin cigar. You've surmised by now that he is a taciturn man, incredibly so, even as he plays his role in the verbal arena that is the Council of Elders.
6/6/2025, 7:44:30 AM
>>6253597
"Did you bring your sword?" You ask her, as the two of you navigate the sunlit streets of Everlund. Unused to the crowd, she remains as close to you as she is reasonably able, deliberately looking away from the curious and at times suspicious gazes of the locals. "I did," she says, presenting it to you. You swiftly confiscate it from her, securing it to your hip as you proceed, an act which baffles her. "You can have this back when you're ready. You're no good, so you will start from nothing," you state. The shabby fundamentals that she displayed during your sparring match are inadequate for the one who would be the defender of your people. Before she can improve, she must first unlearn her bad habits.
"W-well! I've fought a few wererats, and orcs. I think I can handle my own!" She weakly asserts. A stern look from you is sufficient to convince her that you know better. "There's someone who will train with you. You will like her," you say, arriving at the Dreaming Dragon. Rapping your knuckle against the door, Ilanis is quick to answer, her practice weapon already in hand. "Hey!" She exclaims, looking at Luaue. "Uluvathae! Who's this?"
Introductions are exchanged. Luaue regales Ilanis of the story of how your people once inhabited the Silverwood and eventually found themselves in Everlund - the revelation that Ilanis is Lael's sister causes the half-breed visible discomfort, though she relaxes her guard once it is made clear that Ilanis is no magician. For her part, Ilanis speaks at length of her love for her family, particularly her brother, as well as former High Sorcerer Amaranth Cywir and a certain darthiir. Her glowing review of Arara makes you physically ill.
"Did you bring your sword?" You ask her, as the two of you navigate the sunlit streets of Everlund. Unused to the crowd, she remains as close to you as she is reasonably able, deliberately looking away from the curious and at times suspicious gazes of the locals. "I did," she says, presenting it to you. You swiftly confiscate it from her, securing it to your hip as you proceed, an act which baffles her. "You can have this back when you're ready. You're no good, so you will start from nothing," you state. The shabby fundamentals that she displayed during your sparring match are inadequate for the one who would be the defender of your people. Before she can improve, she must first unlearn her bad habits.
"W-well! I've fought a few wererats, and orcs. I think I can handle my own!" She weakly asserts. A stern look from you is sufficient to convince her that you know better. "There's someone who will train with you. You will like her," you say, arriving at the Dreaming Dragon. Rapping your knuckle against the door, Ilanis is quick to answer, her practice weapon already in hand. "Hey!" She exclaims, looking at Luaue. "Uluvathae! Who's this?"
Introductions are exchanged. Luaue regales Ilanis of the story of how your people once inhabited the Silverwood and eventually found themselves in Everlund - the revelation that Ilanis is Lael's sister causes the half-breed visible discomfort, though she relaxes her guard once it is made clear that Ilanis is no magician. For her part, Ilanis speaks at length of her love for her family, particularly her brother, as well as former High Sorcerer Amaranth Cywir and a certain darthiir. Her glowing review of Arara makes you physically ill.
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