Seeking Guidance

[Dakirennis 959]

 

 

The pews within the dark elven cathedral are hastily moved out. The time for weddings and festivity were at an end. The mali'ker needed direction. Soon after the pews are removed, a shrine is erected in front of the main podium and an offering bowl placed. Later that evening, a letter is sent to every home within the Under City.

 

My kin. We grow in number each day and I have not seen it's like since Darkhaven. Now, with our current numbers, I'd like to see our people's traditions and culture return. Although most of this information is lost, I have a plan. As I'm sure some of you have felt, maybe even seen. We are not alone on our hollow. Something else besides out turtle lurks in the darkness. We are going to call forth what's been whispering for our attention. We are going to call forth the spirit of Khel Ousanna and ask for his judgement. Perhaps he can shed light on our forgotten culture and help us bring it to our people.

 

Dak'ir Des'Nox

 

A tightly sealed letter is pinned to the front door of  each den in the hollow.

 

 

((Time of the event will be posted shortly.))

[Baconthief 682]

Khel Oussana, along with the denizens of other dark elven spirits, watch down at their descendants. Rarely do the spectral forms smile on the mali'ker. You'll always find a frown, a snarl, or a clinched fist. Khel Oussana follows in suite with the rest. They provide no guidance, for only very few venerate their lives and call on their aid. Their memories are lost, their names forgotten, their ancient traditions lost in the centuries of time.

 

Khel Oussana removes himself from the ancestral plane to seek out his kin to provide them the guidance they need to restore the bond with the ancestors. He finds himself wandering the halls of ker'lomi, waiting to be called.

[MamaBearJade 2090]

Z'ress frowns before taking a breath. She slowly slips out of the shadows and looks towards what Dak'ir has been aspiring. "If you are calling for my ilharn." she says calmly. "I wish to be present as one of his last remaining children."

[Dromui 755]

Azel reads said note, staring down at it in silence. He shakes his head, releasing a sigh.

[Dakirennis 959]

Z'ress frowns before taking a breath. She slowly slips out of the shadows and looks towards what Dak'ir has been aspiring. "If you are calling for my ilharn." she says calmly. "I wish to be present as one of his last remaining children."

 

Dak'ir turns to Z'ress. blinking in surprise. He sighs quietly to himself as he glances back to the temple as stone and gold are brought within. 

 

"There is nothing keeping you from doing so. Any dark elves are welcome to attend. You more than anyone have good reason to be there."

[Supah 334]

Arveldir briskly stepped in, dressed in his Div'Cruan uniform and nodding to everyone present. He takes his place near Dak'ir as he fiddles about with the hilt of his blade for a moment before resting on his heels, and setting his hand on his hilt, always resting there. "I'll personally kick Alak's ass if he isn't attending, how he speaks of honoring our ancestors.."

[The Fact Core 511]

Veldryn strokes his such fabulous blue hair. "How unfortunate, we summon the death to assist us. I love it!"

[Dakirennis 959]

((The event will start between around 6 or 7pm est this saturday. All darkies are welcome, of course.))

[HardstyleRaver2 56]

"I'll try my best to attend to this sacred event," Alakagh sighed. "if I'm not so busy."

[Pandasan 74]

((Will the event be postponed? If so, may we have an update?))

[Dakirennis 959]

((There'll be an update within a day or two. Sorry to everyone who showed up for nothing. We'll have something soon.))

[Glyc 234]

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