A Boat Washes Upon The Shore...

[Treshure 5817]

The Return

 

The blonde elf rode through the shore waves, eloquent raft hitting the water with each motion of the wind. You could tell that the raft was hand-made, carved, and put together. The elf looked warily beyond the sea-line, figures of land starting to appear. "We're home. Wherever that is." 

 

She combed her hand through her hair, not even the dirt shying away the strikingly pure look to her. And when the raft picked up speed, hurling towards shore, she could make out tiny buildings. Funny, she thought. Time goes on and man continues on with it. And finally, when the raft hit shore, it was all she could do not to scream, claw at the sand and kiss the crabs hiding in it.

 

But old habits die hard. She constantly struggled between the purity and the humanity of herself. She stepped onto the sand, sitting on it, and letting the waves touch her feet. It was the first time she set foot on ground, for a very long while. She stared out into the fields of daisies and sunflowers. She could make out buildings in the distance, perhaps a towering castle or a crumpled ruin. It was no matter, the fog of the sea forbade the view.

 

As she started to stand up, she took off her necklace. Caked in dried mud, she slowly slid it off. Staring into the depths of it, she quivered slightly. A soft glow appeared inside the necklace. "Foolish Athri... couldn't tell left from right when it was in front of him. Elibar'acals were never murderers. I've been punished for it. I will atone." Valmuel Elibar'acal set her foot on solid soil, and began the trek to civilization. 

 

After almost 5 months leave on the server, I wanted to relive memories and return to the RP scene, so here I am. This is reintroducing one of my characters, who'll be my main, Valmuel. I look forward to RPing with everyone.

 

PS: It's been a while so I didn't want to quote any cities that may have changed, so I just said she "saw something in the distance."

 

[Stump 709]

((Holy flipping.. Valmuel! Treshure! Hi!))

Somewhere, Vallel simply sits in her house. Staring at the fire.

[CaptainSheepy 317]

((Good to see you back!))

 

Ceruberr strides swiftly around the tomb, transporting various objects, plants and utensils to his new laboratory. Holding his vial of Habgobsnit Juice ((<3))  with great caution.

[Samler 1564]

Meanwhile, Seth the hawtest of all the high elves is working down in the Sillumiran Wing inside the Tomb, on his way to create red ink!

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.