Amongst Ashes

[Supremacy 3361]

Kalenz strolls into the curiously and rather inexplicably burnt inn within Lin'evaral. As he enters his very shoes kick up the black ash. The illusionist takes a short breath, the smell of the ash immediately filling his nose. He coughs twice before stepping in further and running a gloved hand along the blackened walls before he reaches the service-conter. Slowly the high elf bends down to pluck a broken ceramic cup from the ground, rotating it within his hand and finally tossing it aside once more.

 

Long ago Evark himself had conducted a very similar action, burning the inn of the mali'aheral within Elysium down. Yet Kalenz knew the lich had long since been vanquished by the hand of the water-sorceress herself. As he slowly strode from the inn his upper lip twitches and he mutters quietly to himself "It seems our little, vile and impure fire-wench has returned".

[IrishPerson 693]

(( Vallel? :3 ))

[Tom_Whiteman 949]

((I think Vallel hates Evark's guts... Even though he has none...))

[JoakimVonAnka 63]

Aerion enters the Inn with an increasingly broad frown. He scratches his chin quite concerned. He moves over to the counter, leaning on it. He looks over the empty, burned Inn before shaking his head in disbelief. He speaks quite quietly and with a sad tone.

 

"This.. will take quite some time to fix."

[Mithradites 1168]

A small puff of soot drifts down the staircase leading up to the inn's rooms. With measured, careful steps, Lucion descends with a scowl plastered across his livid, pale face. Looking over to Kalenz, and he observes his examination for a moment, before walking over to the counter.

 

"You suspect the Lich-servant, Mr Uradir? Why would that one bother us now, after all this time?"

 

He reaches behind the scorched bench, and pulls out an ash-laden bottle--the cork blackened, though mostly intact. He places it down carefully, and starts scrabbling around the backened, cracked glasses for intact vessels. 

[Supremacy 3361]

Kalenz looks up suddenly to Lucion "The impure never cease to pester the mali'aheral. Motivations behind her actions are irrelevant, however repercussions for them are. What would you say about a visit to this 'Vaerhaven home' she has, hmm? Bring both you, Ev and perhaps Silvos and Delonna along".

 

The illusionist then looks back to the ash around his feet, kicking it gently.

[Stag 3229]

Long hours have passed in the once burnt inn of the mali'aheral. Elegant chairs and wood work turned black with ash and flames. By a stroke of luck Iatrilemar's belonging on the second floor had been untouched mainly due to the hardened stone-work of the high elven building. Little by little and day by day the inn began to convert itself back to it's former appearance. Mr.Elervathar had himself scrubbed tirelessly on the blackened floor to remove the burn marks. Bead of sweat after bead of sweat and the inn was finally starting to look presentable but there was one thing off. 

 

Iatrilemar's nose twitched every now again with the familiar smell of ash. A smell that seemed to linger even after being cleaned. It was in the air and it filled the inn. Living in the inn had become increasingly taxing on Iatrilemar as he patiently waited for the construction of his new home.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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