Return of a warrior

[Farryn 860]

 

In the new lands of Axios, a lone woman watched the new land in front of her. Her cloak waving elegantly within the breeze from the ocean behind her. From under her hood, she focused on the land in front of her before turning to the beach, where the Descendants were.

 

She had journeyed with them, rather followed after them on a small boat. Thankfully, she managed to attach it to one of the larger ships and allowed herself and a few others who missed it to be towed along, not wanting to be left within the plagued lands of Vailor. She got to see the fight with the spirits, helping to fend some off herself while tending to the wounded. It didn’t frighten her much, her priority was on helping and protecting the people who was on the small boat, she didn’t allow her emotions overcome her. It was a struggle, but they made it through to the new land.

 

Now she stood where she was, wondering. Where the rest of her brothers and sisters in light were in this new land? Were they safe? Were they protected? Of course she wonded but she knew full well her patron would have protected them. All that mattered now was finding the other clerics and reforging what was lost in Vailor. This was the perfect chance to relight the flames they had once lost.

 

An old cleric once told her that she shouldn’t try and fix what was left of the order, but rather rid of the failing order and reforge a brand new one, one reborn from the ashes of the old one. That was what she was going to do. She made a promise to refix the order, and that was one she was intending on keeping.

 

Elvira Naromis inhaled the fresh air and looked to the two handed sword she held, it released a soft and gentle glow from its blade. The blade originally belonged to Ashanaak, after the encounter with the being known as the Undying one. She wondered if the high elven cleric had also arrived in this new world but even then, she kept hold of the blade for him. Nevertheless, the cleric, although with a faintly wrinkled face and one eye, smiled softly as she heaved the blade over her shoulder.

 

“It’s about time I filled the promise I made to you, Tahariae…”

 

((GUESS WHO! You thought you all lost me? WRONG! I AM BACK FOR 5.0~))

[Kvasir 1121]

((Yay!))

[ThumperJack 927]

A Doomforged rubs the old burn scars across his face, tracing the terrible wound down his neck. His mind turns to the cleric who had assisted in healing what might have been a slow, painful death blow before shaking his head, "Bah, shoul've seen t'e fioreball comin'."

[Corvoo 562]

A Hierophant of the Druids, sitting in some shade near the docks smiles as he sees Elivra pass, feeling quite happy that she made it out alright. He'd reminisce about their various encounters.  "Helped out the Druids quite a few times, she has. An amazing Cleric, and someone I most definitely would consider not only a personal friend, but friend to the Order as a whole." he'd mutter out to himself, before standing up and walking off to find his brethren in these new lands.

 

((Very glad to see you back!))

[Nekkore 641]

Along the trees of where the wood elves settle down to build their town. A particular 'Ame is seen lazing about until he smirks.

 

"Welcome back to the land of the living friend. We will meet again... But not now..." 

 

Letting out a deep yawn as he falls asleep.

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