Arivaela'ruar Encampment

Vildur would return from his Exile to his tent while nursing a serious wound to his left leg. walking with a staff to help him walk, his expression is of pain. he would sit before his tent, haunched and gaze low. Time will tell if this archer will regain his strengths. What had attacked him? why is he so injured along with Mahalion. only those close to them would know.

Steffan would have learned the fine was paid before entry was permitted by the guards of Myth Drannor. His concerns for the donation should be quelled for now.

The archer Vildur would walk to the camp, this time without the assistance of a stave. His wounds now healed more so and his limp less. He would sit before the opening of his tent and not the fire, as if sulking about something.

Valanthe visits the camp quite a bit to enjoy the company of kin.

Ahraliniel can be seen sitting around the camp in a depressed trance. She dosn't respond to any conversation except rarely when she snaps out of it. She seems soulless, empty, and her eyes seem lifeless. If any official member of the house ((Name bearer)) talked to her, she would ask them to walk aside and speak with her ((Pm Me or find me in game ))

Not being a member of the house, but stil condsidering himself a friend of it, the elderly Sun-elf cleric of Corellon aproaches his kin, regarding her with his usual stern look.

Within his green eyes however glimts a friendly light of consern for his kin, as he consernes himself with all his kin who seems trubled.

Getting down on one knee next to her, the elderly elf speaks in low voice.

"What ails you young one, a daughter of Corellon need never share her burden alone while amongst kin....least of all places here in fair Commator"


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Not being a member of the house, but stil condsidering himself a friend of it, the elderly Sun-elf cleric of Corellon aproaches his kin, regarding her with his usual stern look.

Within his green eyes however glimts a friendly light of consern for his kin, as he consernes himself with all his kin who seems trubled.

Getting down on one knee next to her, the elderly elf speaks in low voice.

"What ails you young one, a daughter of Corellon need never share her burden alone while amongst kin....least of all places here in fair Commator"

Ahraliniel would simply reply: "The errors of one man, effected many, in an unforgivable way, and has ruined, many seeds, and flowers"

With the arrival of Latheir'doron Arivaela'ruar a new tent can be seen amongst the others. This tent however seems to have characteristics unlike others, the material of which it is contructed is far from mundane. Silks and fine linens drape around the encloser and mouth of the priests tent. A bust holding a fine set of elven crafted armor stands against the silken home. He would be seen in the early morning preparing for his daily duties at the temple.

Isandra takes her time in getting acquainted, as well as setting up her own little tent. She seems to bring in a large amount of books on the Fey, the Cormanthor, as well as other historical books about the elves and Myth Drannor. Other than this she has an odd lap desk to write on, parchment, quills, ink, a lamp powered by magic and a very nice bedroll.

After getting her tent set up she removes the chain shirt she is wearing, and dons a light tunic, breechs, and boots and goes about the camp, quiet at first...but once engaged in conversation she seems to warm up slightly.

Though at first she declined Mahalion's invitation to try some of the recipes, once she is settled in she does test a few recipes she thinks she would like, often with good results.

Ahraliniel would not be seen at the encampment since the day after the whole incident including Vildur happened. Since then she has not been seen at the camp, or within Myth Drannor. Anyone asking around would only find out she's been at the docks for a few nights and in Myth Drannor once since then. No one has leads on where she is, or what she has been up to.

Watches those who would depart over Vildur do so from his guard post. He speaks to another of the Akh'velar...

Well if they all wish to fall on spears for a seditious prideful sun elf who murders men over adulterous relations, drinks to much and generally behaves like a drow. Begone to the lot of them!