*repair work begins*

As the sun crests the horizon in the Lethaarite farms a small of stature elf picks up implements and begins repair work. His form is obviously cripple in some way as he takes moments to wipe the rool from his face.

Many recognize the symbol of Shevarash at first and speak in harsh undertones. He continues to work unabated saying very little but growing grimey and sweaty as all the rest.

As the midmorning sun beats down and sweat covered his form he evntually discared his top revelaing a scarred and crippled form under the shirt. Large rake marks and score marks could easily be seen to the observer. He still continues even at time givening of his own coin to assist those farmers to afford repair work.

He works well into the night with the farmers, saying little before he moves on to the next task finally collapsing from exhaustion.

To any that appear that he knows he simply nods a greeting and directs any in the direction of the most damage.

It's a bit later in the day that the Bladesinger arrives, but he begins work without a further word. His magic is prepared for it, ready to protect any who are trapped under collapsed structures, or empower those who are helping move the debris away, or even to put out fires or deal with other damage from the ruined structures.

He works tirelessly through the day, along with the Shevarashan and the others who have come out to help the reconstruction work, refusing to direct the efforts, choosing instead the hard work of the heavy laborers, and seeming content with that. His mood seems distant when not engaged, though focused easily enough on the job at hand.

*in the middle of his labors wythran notices Arjay and simply walks to him.. handing him some water and begins to work along side him saying nothing. No stories or conversations. Both elves throw themselves into their labors with honest abandon emersing themselves in the aches and pains of honest, simple labor.*

*despite the pristesses disagreement, Sayiel come later, she is really pale and wears a hood and a cloak, she brings some drinks to those that works and pass almost all her time sit without a word, there is something sad and distant from her, like she is partly gone, almost like if she was under the sun she would be a little transparent*

The druids of the Circle offer their aid and begin to heal the land that was harmed by the blight of the undead. Mia Alunamar frequents the Morning Farms to ensure whatever taint lingers is removed and the surrounding woods are tended to.

Auryne is seen in the morning farms, doing her best to cheer the fearstriken citizens up, trying to lift their spirits again. Whenever a hand is need, and this will be often this days, she is there to help in everyway possible for her. She is seen carrying large bundles of debris as well as playing with the children of the orphanage... All the time she keeps a smiling face trying to lift the mood again.

Morna'nique walks around offering healing to those in need and pausing to speak with those that want to voice their fears. She tries her best to alliviate them. She even tries to help with small repairs and cleaning debris - anything that is within her capability. ((also the extend of the damage done by the attack would be nice to know, I'm sure there's been others beside myself that weren't present at the attack but would see it with their own eyes when walking around))

Tai-Sinh returns to the church at dawn, having just returned from another mission in Shadowdale. He sees many people he has not met before, helping the citizens clean up after some sort of incident. A farmer pulls a heavy cart down the road past the temple - Tai-Sinh places a hand on his shoulder, looks to the rising sun and says "The dark of night shall always be pushed back by Lathander's promise of dawn." He takes the cart to assist him in pulling it.

Ania does as all do, setting aside personal opinions working along side any who have come to aid in the rebuilding, there is a certain comfort that others do the same....'tragedy seems to bring out the best in us....it is good to know when the time arises we can work together ''....she thinks to herself as the progress is slow but steady...

*The Coronal is very glad to hear of this work and comes herself to visit and speak to the refugees and affected people. Wood, stone and materials is made available, though of course this means other building projects are slowed*

Tohrm spends his time, around the people, trying to keep them going through these dark times, also using what little magic he knows to bolster the efforts of the builders, and pitching in himself.

sees every one working on the farms and goes to town doing repairs what little he can to barracks and library and even the mage shop tho he is only able to do minor repairs and thinks about his wedding seems to smile while he works and whistles a tune keeps him motivated and working..

*The hin girl shows up, starting to help withthe repairs, she seem to no possess any magic, but her muscled frame seem resilient, and work silently for hours before taking a pause, she seem to posses some very basic skill at carpentry, helping where muscle is needed, or using her small body where larger ones can't get, for the rest of the day Ivy works at the repair efforts*

A tiefling girl offers her help to Tahandor upon hearing of the situation, and is turned away...

A strong box is left with the boat man and a message for it to be delivered to Armathor Gode, A note acompanying it simply says the password to open the lock is in the mirror. Once open a smaller box is found with instructions to be delivered to the coronal. Inside this box is gems and gold totaling 10k (dm to come get from me in game please) with an accompanying note.

Words cannot express the sadness that our defense was for naught, and these coins will only repair the damage to the city. Please see that they are given to those who have nothing to pay for the rebuilding of their homes, the wealthier families can pay to repair their own damaged homes. if there is any left over seed the coffers of these wounded families so they may return with some semblance of normalcy to life.

Mith kal'daka Ischarri
Silverhaired Knight of Eilistraee
Defender of the Cormanthor Temple