DragonofTaters

The young 'fenn woke with a start from a disturbed sleep. This was normal. Blinking blearily, she looked around the quiet home. Silence met her. This was also normal. She frowned. It shouldn't be quiet. There was something...Shooting upright she sprung to her feet, desperate eyes moving around the room. Nothing. There was no one else. Catching sight of the paper left behind, she snatched it up to read. A beat, then a low curse. Eyes wide and fearful, she threw the doors open and ran out. She'd run for miles. Through woods and plains, over mountains and across rivers. The woman didn't stop for the following days. Her desperate voice calling out, looking for the woman who'd left without a sound. Only at night when she curled up under the stars did the 'fenn fall quiet. Silent as the tears that shone in the moonlight.

Mordun didn't know what to say. What to feel. Awaiti was the wise one. The one with all the answers. And now that woman, the woman who raised her, was gone. Passed to a plane the 'ker couldn't touch. She climbed to the top of their tree stump, the normally jovial sounds from within silenced now. Looking up to the towering redwoods overhead, and the starlit sky beyond. A tear fell down her rough face. Roughly scrubbing it away, the woman sent up a quiet prayer. "Green Mother, she is in your arms now. Keep her safe, and give her peace. Help me, Mother, to be worthy of my Haelun." Drawing in a shaky breath, she sat there for a few more minutes before slipping down the side of the tree. Mordun headed for the Sirame forge but turned abruptly, heading off instead down the hill. Purpose in her stride as she made her way towards the Father Circle. "By the blood of the Aspects, the work will continue." ~*~ Nenar's grip on her staff tightened as the song of nature once more took a melancholy turn. She shook it off briefly, but that wouldn't last. In the coming days the druid would learn just who it was who had passed. Her first teacher, the one who welcomed her into her wood elven family. It would be then that tears would be shed. For a mentor, teacher, and role model. The little 'ame's heart breaking as she wandered the druid's garden, coming to the grave.... ~*~ The pink haired dedicant moved away from the Blizzard Druid's grave. Passing through the various markers of fallen brethren, he'd come to a stumbling halt when he found the newest addition. Sinking to his knees, the man covered his face with both hands. Shoulders shook as he sobbed. He shouldn't of left. Why did he leave?

A loud thud broke the silence of the woods. Then, scrambling. A wild haired woman soon burst through the bushes, running. Cheeks red, white curls flying loose behind her as she ran. From what, who knew. Nothing followed her. No sound chased the woman. But she ran, through the dark, the silence, alone. Overhead, clouds passed over the moon briefly, bringing near total darkness to the pinewood. They moved on again, returning the moonlight. However, she never stopped. Never paused. Heartbeat, footstep, breathe...heartbeat, footstep, breathe...don’t think, don’t think… A mantra running through her head as she dashed between trees, jumping over bushes and small creeks. The woman couldn’t run forever though. Eventually, she tripped. A root sticking up, unseen, caught her foot and sent her sprawling. Hush… A breath. Long, ragged, desperate. She flipped over, electric blue meeting inky black of the forest roof and further, star speckled sky. Laying there on her back, she watched the nothingness above her. Her desperate running could not stop the racing thoughts that came rushing in with her fall. Clutching at her head, she rolled over quickly and staggered to her feet again. “Shut up, shut up shut up!” The desperate cry broke through the quiet. A thud as she collided forcefully with a tree. Then another. And another. Peace returned with a final thud. A body hitting the soft earth. The woman lay unconscious and alone. Quiet filled the forest. ~*~ Blinking, the ‘fenn sat back on her heels. Hands covered with rock dust and stucco, they rested on the floor as she leaned back. Icy gaze traveled up over the smoothed section of wall. The quiet here was different than it had been in those woods. Here it was peaceful, soft, and warm. Not suffocating or overwhelming. Turning her focus away from the wall, the ‘fenn sorted through some pails of colored seaglass that sat nearby. Fingers raked through the colored stones, the light reflecting off them as they moved and clattered against each other. Forcing the intrusive thoughts, the memories, away, she picked a few of the stones from the bucket. Getting to her feet, she spread a small amount of stucco on the stones before her. Then, carefully, with hands that trembled every so often, she began laying the stones in place. Piece by piece, row after row. A picture began to form. Darkness, chaos, a storm raging over an open sea. Beneath the ‘fenn’s bony fingers a depiction of pain and terror was coming to light. A ship trapped, doomed to be sunk by crashing waves. Hours passed. She stayed there, working, as the light faded and evening fell. Through the night, the ‘fenn worked. Lanterns lit the passage, illuminating the mosaic as it grew with her efforts. Waves, large and threatening, were added, spreading across the length of the wall. Dark clouds and roiling sea foam combined serving to beat and batter the red and gold ship apart. The ‘fenn stepped back, leaning on the opposite wall. Gaze wandering over the mosaic, she frowned. The stormy scene didn’t sit well with her it seemed. Leaving her work for the moment, her leather boots hit lightly against the stone floor as she wandered down the hall. Out past the shrines and other mosaics, up behind The Sea Queen. She climbed over and past the depiction of their deity. Leaning out over the side, her eyes flitted back and forth. Below waves crashed against the solid rocks of the cliffside. The spray rising, misting over the woman’s pale form. She stood there for hours more. Watching, waiting. The rhythmic sound of the ocean’s chorus soothing her as she rested there behind the goddess’ form. Eventually, a pale light appeared on the horizon. The sun’s golden rays beginning to cut through the hazy light of early morn. She set her gaze on the horizon, watching the golden globe rise and alight the waves with its flaming reflection. The woman smiled. A hushed murmur, a prayer, and she turned. Golden light stretching into the cavernous space, she headed back in. Back to the mosaic. A smile now graced her lips as she looked at the piece. A purpose in her movement as she reached for the lighter, more vibrant colors, as yet untouched. Quickly she set to work. The sea and sun greeting her that morn, filling the cavern with colors as she sought inspiration. Now the ‘fenn laid those same shimmering colors on the cold stone. Lighting the mosaic and hall with a scene of peace and contentment below the storm. It was quiet, and it was good.

"Wait, her name isn't Asul?!" A shocked voice would be heard from up in the trees.

Using her crutches to take her purposely towards the Father Grove, Nenar suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. Stumbling and slipping to a heap on the ground as she was hit by the unexpected wave of emotion and the young goblin’s voice. Fingers clutching at the dirt beneath her, she drew several shuddering breaths, breathing out a whispered “Blessed be, lari’onn.” Gritting her teeth, she got the crutches beneath her once more and set off, a fire burning in her eyes behind the unshed tears. “Not in vain. Never in vain.”

A pink haired mixed elf relaxes outside his seaside home in Elvenesse. Having barely glanced at the paper that came through the city, the man rolled his eyes and shredded it. "More compost for the herbs." Damien grumbled to himself, standing up to add the pieces to his compost bin. "Work to be done. More important than the constant squawking of the 'thill. Mister Hareven won't like if I don't get my task done soon." He'd then turn back to the sea, running to the dock's edge and diving in.

Grumbling and grousing, the redhead was in a horrible mood as she marched through the hinterlands. Her direction purposeful, heading northwest. “Stupid pretentious moronic rude conniving...” a string of insults fell from her lips as she journeyed. “When I get my hands on that dragon...nobody messes with Hareven.”

“Rash were his actions, spurned by hate. It was once his own kin facing such sentiment...I did not wish to see such again. Oh my nephew, would that I could have protected you from this reckless hate that has taken hold in your heart...” A tiny redhead set out from the gates, wandering through the dark pine forests of the Hinterlands. Her direction unknown, steps weary. Scarred and crimson inked fingers gripping tightly to the staff of bone she leaned upon. Coming to a cliff top, the woman paused, letting out a slow breath before setting to work on creating an altar. “May the Hunter accept Vulen into his forests. And Siss’siru guide you back from the brink of hate, my nephew.”

Several missives found their way into the possession of a young mixed elf. Peering down at one of the papers for several minutes before finally shaking her head. “I tell ye, Ayal, these scribblers waste too much time. All these marks fer what? They coulda been makin’ somethin’ useful.” The crocodile at her feet paid no heed, merely watching some nearby chickens which were rather obese. Shrugging her shoulders, the elf meandered off to the nearby dens. At least the papers would be good for the dogs to poo on.

Cursed fowl, they followed her every step. The ‘fenn narrowed her gaze, watching the rotund birds from a distance. Muttering softly, a fork turning round and round in her hand before she spun on her heel and marched off. The cursed chickens were back. They were spreading. Something must be done.

Ooooo, looks awesome! Was just running around yesterday hoping someone would do an event with the ruins. I’d love to join if I can! Amazing build guys! 😄

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Yeet yeet shade is gone! I will miss the monkeys though 😔