Strange visitors arrive in Ceralon. [via ChatRoom]
Characters Involved: Eqximiye Carlack, R’Thall, Kelroth Carnen, and Yestamir
Welcome to Episode 3: Emissaries
Timestart Ivanneth 12, 5054
Kelroth – you are at the Ost – XMA and R’Thall in the palace at Fenis Ear – remember Hithlorien is still trapped at this point
Reader please note that the ‘run’ date is actually 12/15/02, the tag has been altered to keep log posts in the correct order – The CDM
XMA and Kelroth – late in the morning you are both “pinged” by the orb
Operator: Excuse me, your highness, Lady Carlach, The duke wishes to speak with you both
Celethor: Kel? Eqximiye? I think I’m going to need you here in the city
Celethor: Soon I think. I’ve just received word that a ship has pulled into the harbor, an elven ship. I’ve never seen it before.
Eqximiye: Where are you Cel?
Kelroth: Where do you want me to land?
Celethor: I’m in the ballroom that I’ve turned into an office
Eqximiye: I’ll be right there.
Celethor: How are you coming in? Porting?
Kelroth: Be there in a moment
Celethor: Uh, Kel?
Kelroth: Porting, yes.
Celethor: Into the palace? Give me a moment to kill the wards.
Eqximiye: R’Thall, follow me if you would. I am summoned by the Duke.
Celethor: <also> We need a response team in place to deal with any other ‘lost kin’ – make it happen
Yestamir: My character pauses, not following the “Duke”. He looks at Celethor, and says: “At the risk of sounding brusque… I was told to look for Korethor Carnen…” Licking his lips, looking worried… “He is no longer Duke?”
Kelroth: Going? (to XMA)
Celethor: <celethor> My grandsire – (looks to Kelroth) Our grandsire, Korethor has passed to the shining realm. I am Celethor, son of Dior. This is Kelroth, my brother.
Yestamir: Looking really worried now…, to the people in my party… “And Dior?”
DM: Our sire has also passed into the realms. We hear their voices no longer.
DM: the other three “blue elves” look significantly at each other and their leader.
Yestamir: Looking shocked: “I had no idea… This makes my journey thricely difficult.”
Celethor: (looking concerned) How so? Please, give us your name, if you would. We mean you no ill here.
DM: The youngest male opens his mouth
Yestamir: OOC: Chuck, I slap a hand over the younger ones mouth.
Yestamir: OOC. Make that a motion
DM: The leader motions him to silence
DM: Celethor raises an eyebrow
Yestamir: May we follow you inside, my Duke? After we find a comfortable aerie for our steeds?
Celethor: You may, once I have your names – I do not invite strangers in my house. Your steeds are already being fed and watered in our aeries.
Celethor: I welcome you to sit, here and eat. Accept my welcome
DM: He gestures to the lavish feast that is even now being assembled by the staff
Yestamir: Of course. This is Aleron Isarania, this is Dolianr Isarania, and this is Nel’Sharwyn Ringare (two males and a female) and I am Yestamir.
Yestamir: Looking quietly shy… “Yestamir Carnen.”
DM: Evening creeps in – the faerie lights grow brighter – candles and mage-lights litter the tables, Celethor sits comfortably and the largest table and gestures to Yestamir
Celethor: Come, Yestamir – break – what?
Celethor: Yestamir – Carnen? (gapes at Yestamir)
Celethor: (looks to Kelroth)
DM: (Celethor looks like he’s trying to gage how old Yestamir is)
Kelroth: (looks back)
R’thall: R’thall looks back and forth looking for a resemblance between Kelroth and Yestamir
Celethor: (Celethor looks as if he has a sudden insight and looks to Kelroth)
Eqximiye: Well Yestamir Carnen, welcome to Fennas Ear. Please come and eat with us, that we may learn of you and you may learn of us. I am Eqximiye Carlach.
Celethor: (Laughs suddenly)
Yestamir: Looking somewhat reserved, though not unfriendly, "Thank you, Lady Carlack. It would be my pleasure.
Kelroth: ooc: Celorik?!
Eqximiye: <looks> It is difficult to know. We have lost track of many it would seem.
DM: Rillelauren, Eqximiye’s secretary enters the glen and moves to stand by her side “You called, My Lady?”
Yestamir: My uncles. I was sent by my King , the mighty Tar’ Elrandil Sarithor to give greetings, and to pay our respects to the Queen, who we saw pass on in our dreams. Long have we remained away, but we have returned for the nonce. I am authorized by my King to sit in his council seat, should such a thing be needed.
Eqximiye: <quietly> Rille, it seems that the death of our Queen summons many heretofore lost to us to our side. If others arrive, we may need to improvise quickly. Please remain close in case Celethor, Kelroth or I need you. <she> Feel free to poke around, subtly of course.
DM: you two (Kel & XMA) have heard the name Elrandil Sarithor – he was an Eldar – Mortethion’s greatest opponent – an Autumn Leaf – vanished a few years after Jawarl fell
DM: <rille> As you wish, (smiles at Kelroth)
DM: Rille departs
Kelroth: ooc: was that a “Hi boss” smile, or " I know what your up to" smile
Kelroth: Then I would have smiled back
Eqximiye: I have heard of Elrandil Sarithor from my uncle Mendorian Carlach. He spoke well of your king always.
DM: Celethor makes small talk with the blue elves for a time, then draining a crystal goblet, he pours Feywine for himself, Kelroth and Yestamir
Celethor: “Come nephew”, he says somberly, drink with your uncles.
Yestamir: Accepts goblet graciously. A bit more ornate than I’m used to seeing.
Celethor: I fear your reaction the fell news I must give you…
Yestamir: “Things surely can’t be worse than Dior being dead?”
Celethor: When was the last time you saw your father, Yestamir (he rests a strong hand on Yest’s shoulder)
Yestamir: About 10 years ago. He came to visit when he could during his travels.
Celethor: (looks to Kelroth then back to Yestamir) It sorrows me more than I can say that he… He too, has passed across the sea…
Kelroth: <makes face="true">
Celethor: (draws Yestamir to him – embraces him)
Yestamir: <goblet> What? surely this can’t be…
Yestamir: What happened?
flagstones: (looks to Kelroth for help)
R’thall: How about the other blue elves. how do they appear to be taking this news?
Yestamir: WHAT HAPPENED? < a bit more strongly than he means to>
DM: shocked, like they just heard that superman died
DM: He fell in the Sorrow Wastes – it is a long tale, Yestamir – here (passes a newly filled goblet) Sit. Drink. I will tell it.
DM: waiting for philvash to finish typing
Yestamir: <looking> A long tale, with a short ending it seems… <takes>
DM: The other elves begin to drink heavily
DM: It looks like the others might be taking the news more to heart than the death of the queen – but then – it is fresher
Kelroth: “We don’t know everything that happened. He was leading a great host in the South. With him went a weapon of power.”
DM: Aye, he bore Blackrazor
Yestamir: BLACKRAZOR… I have heard of Blackrazor.
Kelroth: “A terrible weapon.”
Kelroth: “All who went before him . . . <pause> fell.”
DM: Celethor shudders and pours more Feywine
Yestamir: OOC God sign is for Sehanine Moonbow
Kelroth: “He had taken it upon himself to carry this thing, but when he saw what it did, he left with it into the wastes.”
Yestamir: It is remembered to be a horrible burden to any who would carry it. Was not my father strong enough to pass the test?
DM: It is around this time, as Kelroth spins his tale, that you all may notice (depending on how engrossed you are in the story) that Nirculdar has joined you, pouring himself some wine and sitting in an unobtrusive spot nearby
Kelroth: “None have the strength to wield it, when it is awoke.”
DM: Oh he was strong beyond measure, Yestamir. Of that be certain, strong enough to wield it to devastating effect. Strong enough to bear it away when it became too strong.
DM: Nirculdar raises a glass silently to Eqximiye
Yestamir: But… he was not strong enough to rid himself of it…
Eqximiye: My Uncle helped him. <eqximiye>
DM: I think he could have – but felt it was safer for those he loved to take it – and himself away…
DM: Celethor begins to weep
Yestamir: <looking> And what became of him. And IT?
Kelroth: "He was strong enough to take it away, where it would no longer feed. <takes>
Kelroth: “We have looked for him, but can not find him.”
Yestamir: He is dead then…
Kelroth: “We believe so”
DM: <wiping> That is the damned CURSE of the matter! We do not KNOW…where he fell – only that – fall he did
Yestamir: <murmuring> Have any attempts been made to return him to us?
DM: Celethor rises
DM: Yes, many, but none have met with success
Yestamir: That is not good. For it may mean his soul is not where it should be…
Kelroth: “He who carried it is gone.”
Yestamir: And what is this person’s name? <drinks> Certainly there’s a way to get information from them.
DM: <laughs> Oh no… I think not…
Yestamir: <looking> To Tar’Elrandil
Sarithor, his health and happiness. <she>
DM: Aleron (the older male companion of Yestamir) speaks, saying “Power-lust is something we learned from the edain (men). A poison that the Eldarea took into their hearts <bitterly>. We are better without them.”
Yestamir: Hear hear! <looks>
DM: Dolianr (the younger male) stares at Eqximiye as if seeing her for the first time
Eqximiye: <eqximiye> All I ever valued was stolen from me by the Eldar. They destroyed the girl I was and created a woman consumed with bitterness and anger. Do not allow them to do the same to you, I beg you.
Yestamir: OOC I meant straightening, since he’s already standing
R’thall: "Off to the side,quietly, yet not ignoring the thread of the ongoing dialog “Nirculdar, is it? I try to understand the deep history of the Elves. What part do your seafarers play in the history of this ’Eldaria”?
Yestamir: <as> Let them work it out themselves.
DM: Aleron stands and stares angrily at Eqximiye as she speaks. He stares a moment into her eyes, finding there a grief that rivals his own. His face softens and his eyes fill with tears. “Faydrie…” He looks away. “I lost my sister. I came to discover her fate… Forgive me, Lady – I have had too much drink…”
Yestamir: As have we all. Too much drink and too much sadness for one night to bear adequately.
DM: Rille bows and relaxes, turning leaves the glen swiftly
DM: <to><raising> It is all right Aleron. I didn’t travel hundreds of leagues to risk getting my face smashed in. <smiling> I accept your terms Lady Carlack, as long as you accept that I want to know the truth, and nothing more. You have to believe me when I say how hard a trip this was for us to make.
Yestamir: I personally would hope that, while all of us bear the racial memory of our people of what occurred during Mortethian’s time, I would wish, beyond all hope, for any chance that old wounds could be truly healed.
DM: <aleron> But Yestamir, <pointing> There’s something you need to know!
Eqximiye: I too wish for those wounds to be healed. Let us and any you wish to include adjourn to my study, where we may speak freely.
DM: MY BAD –
DM: THAT LAST WAS FROM DOLIANR – NOT ALERON
DM: <dolianr> But Yestamir, <pointing> There’s something you need to know!
Eqximiye: <eqximiye> You’d better come along too.
Yestamir: Yes my friend, what is it? <draws>
DM: <in> She’s got Lady’s Mark!
DM: She’s been marked by Aerdrie!
R’thall: ooc: R’thall lumbers over to XMA " I would watch thing you offer to do."
Yestamir: <gulping,> WHAT?!
Eqximiye: Thank you so much for announcing it in the gardens! That is between myself and the goddess, and if you ask politely I may…MAY explain it.
DM: Dolianr looks very young now and quite taken aback
Yestamir: Lady Carlack, I beg to differ. If it was between ONLY you and your GOD, that mark wouldn’t have been placed where ALL CAN SEE IT.
Yestamir: Messed up
DM: Dolianr looks very young now and quite taken aback
R’thall: “I’m surprised. Nothing more.”
DM: <aleron> Hush now, Dol – let us handle this – sit and drink some more – or better yet – go rest
Yestamir: AHEM. I am all for someplace less public, as per your suggestion, Lady Carlack…
Eqximiye: <eqximiye> Shall we go inside or shall I bury myself up to the neck in the earth and you can pelt with stones?
DM: You must forgive my brother
Yestamir: <placing> come now Lady, no need to stand here…
DM: Rille returns and indicates that all is ready
Eqximiye: Let us go in then
Yestamir: <turning> My Lord… our steeds…
DM: Later in a scry-proof study with only Kelroth, Yestamir, Eqximiye and R’thall….
Yestamir: Take back last statement. Again
Kelroth: ooc: mmmm cooked mice
DM: Eqximiye sits down (Rille enters and stands at the closed door) and Yestamir kneels before and purposefully places his hands upon her face
R’thall: R’thall stands next to Rille
DM: Yestamir’s eyes begin to burn like points of silver fire – a sudden flash of rainbow light sweeps away from the blue-haired elf and disappears.
Eqximiye: OOC: afk a sec, fixing a snack for the Team over here
R’thall: R’thall inhales audibly
DM: A low pitched hum – as if many voices were murmuring just out of sight begins to be heard and goo begins to coat the floor, Eqximiye and Yestamir – but evaporates almost instantly leaving no residue
DM: Yestamir’s eye’s fade as does the humming
DM: He looks relieved and Eqximiye blinks – “is that all?”
Yestamir: Truly, there is now hope. Light where for me was once darkness. Thank you Lady Carlack for being so trusting. And all for being so honest.
DM: Rille looks somewhat disappointed and opens the door, telling the plethora of guardsmen outside to stand down
DM: Yestamir looks somewhat weary but happier than you’ve see so far
DM: Eqximiye appears to have suffered no side-effects whatsoever
R’thall: “You are not a wizard- that was not simple magic.” R’Thall says to Yestamir
Yestamir: <in> And you are more than just a simple gnoll as well.
Kelroth hiccups and then searches for a glass of water
R’thall: R’Thall goes from wonderment to not amused. “Very perceptive.”
R’thall: “Gnolls prefer blood to the juice of rotted fruit. In this much I am what you would call typical”
Yestamir: <shrugs> Sits down.
R’thall: (ooc: aren’t we leaving XMA’s office?)
DM: Over the next few day, as the His’Quessir (elves of the mists) settle in and make friends with their kin, others arrive. First the beautiful wood elf Lindomerel and her group from the Southern Wyrmwood. Soon after, three grugrach, painted and wearing clothing made from leaves arrive from the jungles far too the south. A grim looking male named Morthond leads them.
Yestamir: We’re skipping a bit.
Kelroth: security will be a nightmare
R’thall: You might skip, but gnolls don’t. I guess its ok for an elf to skip around but gnolls have dignity and… oh I get it
Yestamir: OOC Smart alex
Kelroth: instead of a nightmare, perhaps we could use a yith-hound?
DM: Two days before the moot begins, a portal opens outside the city, through which a dozen dusky skinned elves pass. The males shave their heads and wear only thin linen skirts and sandals – as do the women – both are heavily made up
R’thall: OOC: No. Security will be an Intellect Devourer
Kelroth: ooc:might starve around here
R’thall: OOC:a small one then?
Kelroth: ooc: sick it on the hobbits
DM: The leader – named N’Terru – greets the Duke formally – over several hours they begin to ‘loosen up’ a bit
DM: The come from far across the sea – from a great desert empire
DM: an empire of humans
R’thall: OOC: This elf human thing is kinda popular
DM: OOC: the eldar hated it…
Kelroth: More maps?
DM: Captain Antinua goes slowly crazy
Kelroth: ooc: don’t fight it
DM: Yes more maps – the duke has pulled every jeweler from city
Eqximiye: OOC: TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES, ONE MOMENT
Eqximiye: OOC: I’m right there with the good captain
Eqximiye: OOC: I think we’re about ready
gilrand joined the room
Yestamir chuckles in amusement
Yestamir bows gracefully
DM: okay – where were we?
DM: oh yes
R’thall: Quick before I start making OOC quips
Yestamir: OOC Easy there quipmeister
R’thall: I’m holding it. I’m holding…
Kelroth: he’s gonna blow
DM: The Duke plans to go to the Moot – who else is?
DM: good – then you can stay <wink>
R’thall: Yes, I’ll be there
Eqximiye: I will be sponsoring R’Thall’s presence
DM: OOC: The Gnoll? In Laiorie? ARCHERS!
DM: OOC: oh – that’s okay then
gilrand left the room
DM: Celethor will be coming late to the moot – something about N’Terru’s entourage
DM: but the moot is 6 days long – so he sends you on ahead
DM: Xma, R’thall, Kelroth, Yestamir & friends and Nirculdar travel into Laiorie, crossing into the elven forests
DM: Ivenneth 23
Eqximiye: OOC: I am also taking Rille with me
R’thall: Is there a path or we going through forest?
gilrand joined the room
DM: walking – along with many, many other elves
Yestamir: ooc yoo hoo
Yestamir: ooc dale still getting errors
DM: Nirculdar spends a lot of time talking with Nel’Sharwyn, who is clearly enjoying his attempts to impress her
DM: although it appears that he is not getting anyway fast – this does not seem to bother him
R’thall: R’thall was kinda just standing around back in the city (?), but he is more animated when in the woods
gilrand left the room
gilrand joined the room
Eqximiye: Eqximiye encourages R’Thall to enjoy himself a little
R’thall: Not on a leash?
Eqximiye: Nope, no leash
gilrand left the room
Eqximiye: Eqximiye does tell R’Thall that creatures of faerie live here and may tease him
DM: which they do
R’thall: “I’ll keep my eyes open”
DM: It is 160 miles to Ceralon, the capital of the elves (so you ride – my mistake – sue me) during the two day trip many other elves join you, staring curiously at R’thall, Yestamir and Nirculdar
R’thall: OOC: R’thall takes a deep breath “It will be good to run again”
gilrand joined the room
R’thall: R’thall walks/runs
Eqximiye: <to> How I long to see Aduilbar again. I wonder if there will be the time to go there before we return.
DM: As you arrive in Ceralon – the heart of Laiorie, you the trees mix with the buildings in such a way that it is difficult to gauge just when you entered
Kelroth: to xma “Mayhaps”
R’thall: OOC: R’Thall scouts ahead, loops back, flanks, ect., every couple hours reporting back to Eqximiye, breathing deep
gilrand left the room
Kelroth: I wouldn’t let R’Thall get out of site, for his own safety
DM: OOC: Dale’s gonna try from home
R’thall: How long does this take?
Yestamir: OOC: Okay for me to ride me owl Chuck?
R’thall: Game time
DM: OOC: the whole trip from Fenis Ear to Ceralon is 2 days
Eqximiye: I tell R’Thall he should stay in sight of our group as much as possible, for gnolls are not allowed here and someone might shoot him before asking questions
DM: OOC: Yes, you may ride your owls and be there one night
Yestamir: OOC No, we’ll fly with everyone else.
Yestamir: OOC Give the owls a break
R’thall: You notice R’thall is kinda edgy. it started a few hours into the forest
Eqximiye: R’Thall is everything alright?
R’thall: He doesn’t sleep a wink
DM: Ceralon is more full of elves than any of you can remember
R’thall: "This place. Its… Yes. I suppose I will be fine. Its been too long.
Eqximiye: Too long since what?
Yestamir: OOC Everyone is coming home, to say goodbye.
Yestamir: OOC How sad.
DM: OOC: yes that is it exactly
R’thall: Since I’ve been out..
R’thall: “Tell me what . What is This Place?”
Eqximiye: Ah. <to> I am going to pay my respects to the Tree. I shall return anon.
R’thall: “Why must you pay respect to a tree?”
Eqximiye: Come with me and I shall explain
DM: The counsel meets in a great bowl of a dell, ’neath the roots of might weirwood tree which fully three-score feet in diameter.
DM: (grumble grumble) okay – the “tree”
Eqximiye: This Tree, the daughter tree is a holy symbol of my god. Many died to save this tree, so it’s life essence would not be perverted.
R’thall: “This place… This forest.. Its.. Why is this place.. Like the way it is?”
Eqximiye: What do you mean?
DM: XMA goes to the outskirts of Ceralon, where in a quiet glen surrounded by monoliths stands a tall sapling.
R’thall: “It touches you. But there is.. Its difficult. I don’t know if I have the words…”"
Eqximiye: She whispers to the Tree “Goodbye Cassandra, goodbye Serandil. Until we meet again, Celemar.”
DM: This tree appears to be an oak, but appears lit from within, beneath the bark as it were.
R’thall: Who is on his knees, near hyperventilating
R’thall: R’thall is quietly gasping in breathes
Kelroth: We should get him away
Eqximiye: <eqximiye> What is happening to you?
Eqximiye: <she> Quickly, help me!
DM: a few other elves pass into and out of the glen, some stopping to touch the tree or drop an offering at it’s roots
Eqximiye: <she><eqximiye>s the scoop – the high elven counsel meets the first day after every cardinal holiday.