Demented_Delila

Somewhere, an aging Templarii Hedge-Knight, without purpose or prose beyond her protection of pilgrim roads and lost souls, lay. Sleeping. In a cot that she did not own. She had no bed. She had no home. She awakes from a dream of yesteryear. Yesteryear was broken glass and raging fires, but it had been his shield beside her spear. And she begins to weep for a missing piece of her heart that seared terribly upon her soul. Who else would this world take from her?

The Ventures of the Cúndil

Rossiel happily applauds her son and soon-to-be daughter-in-law's marriage announcement! Then remembers she doesn't know what to get them for their wedding. . .

A ranger squints at the missive, brow raised. She had not been afraid of the dark for some years, recalling a time when there was a true danger in the King's wood. The nagging little voice at the back of her mind laughed. "Who is this woman to dictate where I might not go? I have fought long and hard to be able to walk these woods. . . I have nearly come to my death, to just be able to go and catch frogs at the pond. Gawaith Halbarad borders the woods and has been there for years. I will not have the peace I fought so bloodily for be usurped by someone who is not even one of us. . . She owns nothing and will continue to own nothing. How dare this woman . . ." And so that ranger donned the green cloak and the boots her father had made her many, many years before when a war with a shadow was waged at their very doorstep. She adjusted her cloak over her head and went for her walk. The nagging little voice at the back of her mind still yet laughed about how silly it all could be. A note is left, tied carefully to a tree branch by a blue ribbon.

My two questions are: How have you been? and Can you give your cats extra head pats for me? My favorite is probably either Diana, Erik, or Fauna.

Ophelia applauds for her cousin-in-law's writings, then remembers to go feed the Puvgump!

Rossiel Marsyr paused to read such a missive as it was handed out. . . and she beams in endless pride for the good heart and kind mind that resided in her niece.

"Is six saint's hours even a day?" questioned Ophelia of Astor, who goes back to her needlework after pinning the notice to the corkboard in her room.

ISSUED THE 4TH OF THE AMBER COLD, IN THE YEAR 190 OF THE SECOND AGE BY THE WILL AND AUTHORITY OF THE ROYAL PHYSICIAN For many years, Númendil and her people have thrived under both the current leadership of Tar-Caraneth, and the prior leadership of her father, The Lord-Father Uther. I have had the pleasure of watching what was once just a small conclave of rugged knights swell to the beautiful nation we now inhabit. In the days of Barrowton, we made due with a handful of healers. As this new generation prospers and comes to their adult years, I believe now is the time that I begin to look for apprentices. Thus - the Curante Project. Any willing and or interested individuals seeking apprenticeships to learn medicine; not just alchemical medicine - only need to get into contact. BY ORDER OF, Physician to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Templar of the Aengul Malchediael, and Knight of the Realm

Caliene signed the contract, shrugging. "This makes sense to me." Rossiel did much the same.

A templar elf closes her eyes as she leans out the window of her home in the city. . . The winds had changed. A new era had begun. And another Barclay of great renown had gone to the great thereafter. She hums an old drinking song that she recalled the first of those Green-and-Blue clothed boys singing so many years ago as she tends to the Reinmaren rose buds beginning to claw their way into bloom in the planting box. "So long, Brandt." And so that Templar Elf, a Baptized Owynist, goes for prayer in the Bastion Temple of the Saint King Caius in memory of the departed Pontiff.

Caliene awakes in a cold sweat in her bedroom, sat up in a blind panic. . . then there was nothing wrong. It was just her bedroom. The window was open, letting cool dawn's breeze in. Seeing as it was evident enough to let the paladins and the dragon-spawn continue on their usual ways, the Templar laid back down and tried to get some sleep. "That seems like something to handle later. . ."

The Other Marsyr Sister glances from the letter, to the Princess, then to her handmaiden, having been presumably walking around. Somewhere. "Eri, he learned the harp to impress her- you didn't think they were that serious?!"

A certain elvish knight chokes on her morning tea after getting her PERSONAL INVITATION. "OH ****- HE'S GETTIN' CORONATED? AND MARRIED?"

We who have bled shall be redeemed We who have fallen shall be remembered We who have sacrificed shall be rewarded We who have died shall be avenged It has been forty-four years since the shadow fell over the Kingswood. Forty-four years that we, the Númenedain, have bested the hardships of. The spirit of the Númenedain is eternal and that which is eternal cannot die. Our enemy was a shaded beast, a geist with no name and no soul. In turn, the name Delgorthad, the Horror-Wraith fell from the lips of our Tar-Caraneth, to at last address this enemy. This predator, hunting, stalking, killing, all for feeding its endless primordial hatred and hunger. It has been dealt with now, driven back into its den and slain, reduced once more to the shadows that it had come from. Weeping, screaming, and dying, finally. We are free at last. Cálienë of Caladras Templar of the Aengul Malchediael and Knight of the Realm The Complete Timeline: The Rise and Fall of Delgorthad The First Missive OOC This post is a timeline and a special thank you for @DAENGIEfor his work over the last eight to nine months. He has lovingly and carefully planned, prepared, and ran most of this event line by himself for our community. He is a talented storyteller who has a gift for influencing the emotions of those he tells those stories with. This event line has inspired a million and one little moments between players, or even between players and NPCs, that have been beautiful and heartbreaking but most importantly- amazing. The last couple months especially have been a ride. As the event line came to a close, I opted to begin work on this timeline, so that everyone who came to interact with it had an idea of what was going on. Because I'll be honest- and I'm sure you can tell- there is a LOT of lore that was put out for us to keep track of! Thank you to everyone who attended these events over the months! And thank you to @DAENGIE for all his hard work. ❤️❤️Remember to thank your Event Team Members and to support your local ET Friends! ❤️❤️ Now! Enjoy some screenshots taken by folks over the event line. Sources will be cited based on discord usernames, rather then forum usernames. Mostly because that's a lot of work and people don't usually have identical usernames. Sorry! Thanks, Target Practice! (MIne) The Ghost Skirmishes & The Queen's Siege Fell Omens Speaking with the Heartwood, Muriel What Remains of the West Watch Various Skirmishes & Deeds The Great Distraction The Minas Morgul-ification of Caladras The Ar-Aduniam Siege of Numenost The Final Event If you've got screenshots that I haven't included here, please feel free to post them. Thank you to Daengie, again, for all the work he put into this event line for us! And thank you to everyone who attended them! See you next time on the Daengie Cinematic Universe!