Shadow of Arrival

[Dromui 755]

As per usual, activity withing the Docks of the Cloud Temple was high upon this day. Dozens of people gathered, some trading wares, others simply seeking conversation and entertainment where many would know to find it. Though upon this day, something was different. The tell tale sound of wood creaking, and the hooves of animals beating against the roads were there as per usual, wagons moving throughout the lands of Vailor. Ships traversed the seas, foam arching upward as the ships came to a stop within the lands. Though something was amiss for sometime, it could not be placed immediately. An odd feeling overcame those who wound up at the docks this day. It was not a feeling of malice or evil, nothing inherently dark. But instead, it was a feeling of confusion. As if something was added to the scene of the docks, without anyone noticing.

Funnily enough, there surely was.

A wagon crafted from dark oak, pulled by powerful horses rolled into the docks early this day, before the bustling commenced. It found a place in between the carts leading to the Caliphate, and Aeroch Nor. Those who approached this cart, attempting passage to wherever it lead, realized there was no passage to be had. A stern looking high elf, with pale white skin, and long, raven-black hair, simply stared down at those who approached, sharing few to no words with those who attempted to speak. As the day went on, more wagons would appear, all of the same make, all driven by similar Mali'aheral, pale skin, with dark black, or snow white hair. At the end of the day, when night finally fell upon the Cloud Temple lands, five wagons had been gathered together, and a total of ten Mali'aheral stood together, discussing matters in hushed tones.

Above the lead wagon, a banner flaps weakly with the wind.

Those who'd attempt to approach the group find them much less hostile. Though they would not be considered friendly, they would not be hostile either.

 

Anyone can take part in this post, as their own characters. If you have interest, I'm looking for people to play members of this party/clan. They are high elves in every regard, but with a twist that you only find out once joined. If you aren't interested in playing a character, I still want to show case them a bit, and wouldn't mind some interaction.

[Lawrna 440]

Lelien passes by, eyeing up the 'High Elf'.

"Another mix, disgusting."

She continues on.

((High Elves don't... have black hair... unless, of course, they're a mix of another race.))

[MissInfinity 2]

    The eyes of the young Wood Elf widened not at the sight of the 'High Elves', but at the horses in which pulled the carts. Her eyes then traveled up to the man, and she put on her best smile, waving as she walked slowly along in the opposite direction. She turned after a bit, and followed the caravan out of curiosity.

[Gebruht 39]

Lakquan'Lak walks past the the elves. The orc narrows his eyes and hefts up his battleaxe, purposefully flashing the blade towards them.

 

"Puzhdug twiggiyz. Etz ag zhaym dat derz mur ub latz.... Dunt werree, zuun der zhull bi ag lott lezz ub latz, hur hur hur."

He proceeded to spit at the feet of the elves, and continued on his way down the road, the blue Uruk soon disappearing out of sight.

 

((Might be interested... PM me or something with some more details plz))

[Gebruht 39]

((This post is for my other character, just to clarify))

Kareem Ibn-Yrdam trudged up the road. The Imam was surprised to see what appeared to be High Elves.... with black hair? Nonetheless, he approached them. They seemed either new to Vailor, or to be going on some sort of migration or pilgrimage.

 

"Salaam, rafiqis." He smiled and waved at them, his patterned robes flowing in the wind.

[_Jandy_ 3519]

Viz, a skinny and curious mali'aheral approaches the cart.

[ThumperJack 927]

A Doomforged approaches the 'aheral, and watchs them quietly with some interest.

 

((I may be interested in playing one of these.

[Dromui 755]

Lelien passes by, eyeing up the 'High Elf'.

"Another mix, disgusting."

She continues on.

((High Elves don't... have black hair... unless, of course, they're a mix of another race.))

As Lelien goes by, she would note the Mali'aheral upon the cart would simply watch her passing. The beginnings of a smile tug at the corners of his lips at her words, a soft chuckle escaping his throat. He stands as she goes on, turning towards the small group forming between the five wagons. He meanders over towards the group of ten, joining in their conversation. After sometime, laughter would ensue. Their posture is regal, attitudes the same, the party seems almost alien in nature, though they begin to emit a more friendly aura.

As the young wood elf would approach the horses, they remain unwavering. The eye of the nearest creature would turn upon her, studying her with it's beast-like intelligence. Deciding she was no harm, it returned to it's silent vigil, awaiting orders or actions from it's masters.

At the arrival of the Blue Uruk, the raven-haired High Elf turns to face him, brow perked. A frown immediately forms as he begins to insult the group. Though it was not from sadness. It was mirror the visage of a disappointed father, unable to grasp why their child would do something as foolish and wrong as that. As the Uruk walks off, the High Elf returns his attention to the group. They begin to speak once more, now of the interruption of Lakquan. When Kareem Ibn-Yrdam arrives, the black-haired Mali turns towards him. At his greeting, the Mali'aheral nods his head.

"Greetings, human." He turns his form to face the Kareem fully. The Mali'aheral stands at an imposing 6'1. He appears to be garbed in simple traveling gear. A grey tunic covers his torso, while a white, long-sleeved shirt covers his arms. Bringing his black boots together, he now fully faces him. "What can I do for you this evening?"

While this occurs, other members of the party turn away from the conversation, noting the Doomforged. Some nod at him, others simply watch him with a curious gaze.

[Gebruht 39]

Kareem speaks up. "I was just passing by, when i noticed you all. You seem... strange. Different from other High Elves, it seems."

[Shalashask 1112]

Svadus walks past, looking slightly interested at the gathering of these high elves. He has a quick glance over their carts before continuing on his way.

 

I'd be interested in playing one too.

[Dromui 755]

Kareem speaks up. "I was just passing by, when i noticed you all. You seem... strange. Different from other High Elves, it seems."

The spokesperson of the group nods at his words, once more releasing a feint chuckle. "I suppose you can say we are different, though not entirely from our kin. We simply have arrived from lands far off, once more hoping to join our kin. But after many weeks of travel, I fear we are simply resting. While we rest, we too await family, a member of our clan. He will guide us to our people's home. But until his arrival, we'll be here." He pauses, looking over the human with a perked brow. "Who are you, llir?"

[Trenchist 864]

Liandir stood there, watching the carts, the Mali'Aherals, and the banner,

Intrested and seeking to find answers.

((I'd love to join you, I've been invited by Smawton, and hopefully we will see eachother IG!))

 

 

[Elad™ 560]

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