Eleatic

Ellisia hears the faintest rustle of leaves behind her, words flowing into her ear like silky night. "No.." It whispers to her, in the voice of someone she had known so many years ago.. Vyrius, perhaps it was him, or perhaps she was mad. She did not care, that was the first friendly voice she had heard in at-least ten years..

A loud cry is heard from the tower of Sine.. Elisia looks out of the window. A tear in her gauntly scarred eye. She looks down the edge, she knows for some god-forsaken reason she was spared.. She fell into the water-fall, did she /want/ to be spared?! Her husband dead, her daughter in a hole somewhere.. Her house in shambles, she had an revenge-crazed niece, but what else..? Should she jump, she noticed the men of Oren looking from the ground under her, ignoring them, she continued her weary cry. To no avail, she knew Silvanthil would stay in what-ever pit he had found himself in, that Esaeriel would stay dead.. She knew that in her soul, in her heart. She was with them. She looks down, what would killing herself acomplish? She recalled one thing.. She had one friend left, no matter if Vyrius was dead.. Hell, she would settle for her husband's mistress, she just wanted someone to hold.. Someone to tell her troubles to, though no matter. Laurina would be somewhere in this wide world.. She recalled her having control of the art of Water-Magic. She had hoped this would give her a small clue.. Magic was rare in this seed, but she knew that someone-somewhere would know of her.. But for now, Ellisia continues her cries, her ever heart-wrenching cries.. [Note: If you are of Ayersalex's lordship or travel to the Islands outside of Oren often, you'll hear her cries. Though, it might be hard to see her, considering her height in the air. Also, the tower bears /some/ resemblance to the one below, though having no magical proprieties.]

Before his fall Ikur had stayed alone within his room. A tear in his eye, wondering why /anyone/ would kill such a kind woman.. He stops, frowning as he hears the gushing of water downstairs.. He ignores it for a moment. And sighs, a tear still in his gaunt eye.. "Such a fate.. For such a kind woman." He murmurs.

Hrmph? I was active.. :| Well, I was semi-active,

Upon the slick floor of the inn's cellar. You notice Ikur's body face down. He had fallen down his ladder, smacked his face against the wine spilled floor of the Inn. For some odd reason he had a dagger in his hand, as though he had meant to stab someone.. But no matter. He seems to be unconscious, you run to find someone.

I am /technically/ An elder of your monk IC. Might I ask how you came to become the head monk?

10/10 :)

Upon the notice board you see a finely written notice. it's ink red. You decide to peer at it.. A grim color, for grim news. "Karin'ayla, fellow Mali'Ahreal!.. Dire news is upon this seed. Upon a journey to the lands of Malinor I overheard grim words.. Malinor is not pleased with us, for holding the Kha.. A 'High Commander' was said speaker.. We need to look into this, he insulted us many-a-time in his conversation, words I'd prefer not to speak.... We must look into this. As nothing but trouble can come from their new-found hate of our blessed race.. And in this time, we decide our very fate.." A seal is upon the bottom, illuminated in blue ink. Peering at it you see it's colors are bright and made with fine inks. The colors almost lashing at you. ~Ikur'Taeleh Naeir - Innkeeper of our Silver City~

[[Nope o.o I change to him when I wait for hours when people are offline.. :|]]

~*The Red Priests Of Asul'Igne~* I, The creation of the Order: The priesthood of the monks had begun many-a-seed ago. Started by a mad elf, his name was one of ancient value. 'Aeyrs Fireeyes'.. Years of loneliness and lack-of human contact had driven him to a state of madness, beleving Asul'Igne had spoken to him.. This religion, in it's nature had been a spinoff of his family religion.. Which of course, is known to worship Dragons and fire. But this was a difference in the orders, the order of Asul'Igne worships one god.. A god of sun. A god of fire. He had banded together the dumb.. The devout, and with that.. He had an order.. Of fire. II, The beliefs of our order: The world started with a flame.. One starting in the void. Transcending all the plains of existence.. The world had formed of fire. The true world is that of the ours. Though the world of which Asul'Igne resides is known to the humans as the seven skies.. But to us. We know it as Fire's Den.. A place of which all devout followers of Asul'Igne go when their time comes.. Residing deep in the fiery halls of their savior, Asul'Igne. The mortal races were formed in this fire, their forms taking shape of it as well. Shadow hides the one of evil whom attempts to cast shadow upon the mortal race's flame.. Ael'Droi. The god of the moon. A deity of nothing but hate, his followers are kept in the order as well.. Even though this is an odd ideal. It is kept to remind us of balance, that evil and good reside in the same realm.. At all times, and in this sense, we believe of a god of fire.. And sun, and a god of shadow. III, Guidlines to the Monkhood. I: A monk shall never defoul his coullages, or speak bad of Asul'Igne. II: A monk shall never slander his leader, nor desecrate the shrines. II: At the passing of each day, a monk shall light a night-fire outside of the sanctuary, warding away the night. [[This is an absoloute WIP, And I'm tired, more and better lore coming later! :)]]

[[.. Now. I am writing up lore for a unique version of this order, as he had asked me too. This is voided~!]]

With a weary sigh Ikur begins to wipe of some of the dirt goblets, 'not much else to do..'. He thought with deep sorrow. Not many a person had visited the Inn as-of-late, and buisness was at an all time low... Perhaps he should advertise more. Would be simpler instead of abandoning it.. he would never, he knew. Though he had to do.. Something. ((This is a note: Whenever I am online.. All the other HE' arn't, ,_,))