LostPoet

A soft sigh escapes the Mali’fenn, concluding her read of a flyer, she dusts her hands from cleaning her tea shop. ”Even now, when times have finally come to peace, something comes along to take the peace away. What a shame.” Alevaera puts her cleaning supplies away, patting out any wrinkles from her skirt and trousers. ”Right then, I should aid in gathering supplies. If I cannot fight, I can play a supporting role.”

Alevaera stands before a Wyvern shrine with her hands folded in prayer, bowing her head in honor of fallen Prince. She heaves a soft sigh after a long moment of silence. ”I have only been part of this Princedom for a handful of years now. I wish I could have had more time to get to know you before your passing.” Alevaera speaks in a soft tone, lifting her head to gaze up at the large winged shrine. Her icy-blue eyes shed no tears, but behold the structure with pride and warm kindness.”Many speak greatly of you, they hold you with high regard for your achievements and your integrity. I will listen to the tales of your life, and keep them close.” The young Mali’Fenn kneels down by the foot of the shrine, placing down a smooth blue stone that had been clasped in her folded hands. She takes a few steps back, beholding the shrine one last time, a melancholy expression breaking to her features. ”May you rest now dear Prince, and find peace wherever you may be.” She says one last goodbye, before taking her leave to her public duties.

((The name is mentioned frequently, its the first thing mentioned in the story.))

Vallei’sul wakes up from a long nap, rubbing at her eyes and looking around the now familiar dim room. It was a quaint home within an orc village, north of the grove, owned by a few elves she has had some time to speak to. It has been a whole month since she last saw her mother, after having been scolded for wandering into the orc village by mistake, and was left to be watched by the elves who reside within the orc village, as her mother had taken leave abruptly, without say. As her eyes wonder the room, a soft sigh escapes her. The home is silent, still; one could paint a picture of the scene, though the adolescent elf had no patience for sitting around for such an activity. What stood out about the environment however was that all the adults seemed to be nowhere in sight: Vallei’sul was the only person within the residence, where the adults had gone off to, she didn’t know. “Haelun never came back to get me… She never said she was leaving either.” She says with another soft sigh, getting up from her place on the sofa. As she moves through the residence, she recalls being told that adults can do whatever they please, because they are older and wiser. So, in her mind, not saying where they were off too must have applied to this. She tiredly rubs at her eyes, making her way out of the residence, and into the main underground cavern. The cavern was gaping, the drop below deep. There was nothing distinguished about the environment, as it was not hot, nor cold, nor humid or dry. She’d round that the place was rather comforting, like living inside the large tree in the grove. “I should go home, Haelun will be upset I left without saying, but all the adults are away, so there is no one to tell...” Vallei’sul says to herself, walking along the wooden path along the edge of the cavern wall, and taking the lift up and out of the underground residence. The adolescent Mali felt homesick. She wanted to see her mother, the grove, and all the friendly faces. As much as the orc village was interesting, she didn’t like the idea of not being in her own home. Looking around the small village above ground, there didn’t appear to be many locals round, and what adults were around, they appeared engrossed in their work, paying little mind to the scrawny elf child. Vallei’sul wasn’t too offended by this; she’d ventured to many cities on her own and found that the busyness was normal. It also made sense that there were few people around, as it was dark outside. She’d spend enough time underground to not really register the time above ground, so it was normal that no one would be away and busy during night hours. As she makes her way to the gates of the orc village, she pats herself down, making sure she isn’t leaving anything behind at the elven residence. With a curt nod, she grins satisfied with having everything she needs for the walk home. She would have no personal issue walking back to get her things, but she feels bad for already upsetting her mother with how much adventuring she’s been doing. However, as a fourteen-year old Mali’ame, she felt an itch of rebelliousness, to test the limits placed before her. She didn’t really understand how her adventuring was causing problems for her mother, or how people were thinking so badly about her adventuring. She thought finding new things was fun and meeting new interesting people to be invigorating. She knew of the dangers of the road however, she’d had her share of avoiding people whom gave her a bad feeling, or who looked bad. She’d visited the big and pretty village of Fenn, where the colours had cool or mute tones, and the snow was cold, and crunched beneath her bare feet. The fold that she’d met there were interesting, they were tall, and pale. Some she would recall on her small adventures; like the Mali’fenn who reminded her of a large bear, but white! Or the short Dwed who she’d taken a shining to, and who taught her that wielding a blade is dangerous and should be handled properly. Leaving the orc village, she keeps to the torch-lit path. With how much adventuring she’d done, she is quite proud of her sense of direction, and navigation. She’d never previously travelled up this direction and happened onto the path by mistake while exploring off road. So she never happened upon a sign stating that there’d be an orc village. But with the the distinct path before her and recalling the signs near her home at the grove, she had a sure idea of where she was headed. The land around her was rather flat and barren, she’d never travelled over much barren ground, and mostly in wooded areas, or even areas with lots of water. She recalls the time she’d stumbled upon Sutica; the city with lots of water! She’d been traveling along the river in her tiny boat by the grove, and made her way south, eventually meeting the larger body of water, and spotting the river city. There, she had made a human friend of similar age, and the two adventured the land! They kept to the river, winding around different bodies of land, getting stuck on rocks and swallows every so often. Vallei’sul recalls the smell of the crisp rivers as she walks, and the discovery of the city donning yellow and purple; Renatus. The city had earthy tones and smells and sounds of great volume. Renatus was bustling with locals who were friendly, but also paid little mind to a human and elf child. They’d played boat in the town square, where a guard played along in a game of chase. Rounding a bend in the road, Vallei’sul begins to pass a field of large stones, and deep ditches. She squints her eyes as she looks to the stones she passes. The darkness of night makes it hard to see what’s outside the path, so she keeps her guard up. Downing a small hill of the path, she passes a rather large stone, failing to notice a looming shadow lurking by it. The shadow’s steps match her own, and within mere moments, the assailant grabs Vallei’sul from behind, wrapping their arms around her, pilling her arms at her sides. A large hand is placed over her mouth, keeping her from letting out a scream. From the comfort of the light, to the fearful darkness, Vallei’sul is pulled far from the path, and into the field with looming stones, and deep ditches. She struggles against her captor, unable to scream, unable to pull away. The shadows disorient her, she has not travelled this way before, and has no clue where she is being dragged off to. She can feel her heart beating in her throat as she is thrown to the ground. The sound of metal being pulled from a sheath is heard, her eyes barely adjusting to the darkness as she scrambles to her feet. A shadowy figure stands before her, wielding a large blade, pointed in her direction. They are large hooded figure, and their figure threatening. The only face the child can see, is that of a discomforting mask. Vallei’sul feels her body tremble at the sight, her eyes watching the figures every move. She feels about her side and draws out the hunting blade given to her by her mother. “Who are you? Why did you bring me here?” She asks with a trembling voice. The shadowy figure seems to look to her blade but makes no sudden movement to approach her. “Fighting with the knife won’t help, now hand over your stuff. Let’s make this quick,” The voice sounds masculine, filled with confidence to match their posture. Vallei’sul feels her brows furrowed, and unconsciously she reaches up to grasp her iron locket. “I don't have anything… Please let me go!” She lies, takin a timid step back. If she can just get far enough, she could find a place to hide, somewhere to escape, and make her way to the safety of the Grove. Was the River near? Could she possibly make it to the river for escape? So many thoughts run through her mind, the feeling a heavy stone taking residence in her stomach worsens, and she thinks about all the things she could have done to have not gotten in this situation. How she could have just waited till daytime, or how she could have maybe just waited one more month for her mother to come pick her up, or to look for an adult to walk her home. Instead, she chose to walk home out of homesickness, wanting to sleep in her own bed, and explore the groves hidden nooks and crannies. “Last warning gives it here,” the shadowed man says with impatient anger, they move to take a step closer towards Vallei’sul. Her fight or flight instincts beginning to tug at her muscles, as she takes an uneased step back. A shiver of fear runs up her spine, as anxious sweat begins to form at her hairline. “P-please, I just wanted to go home. Haelun is waiting for me there,” She pleas, her voice cracking as impending doom sets in. Flight takes over her mind, her body taking instruction as she turns to run away as quickly as possible. Her eyes dart every direction, the darkness seems to distort the rocks around her, beautiful nature now appearing to be more haunting, more disturbing. She is alone, she doesn’t know where she is. No matter how much she tries to think of some way out, there seems to be no options present in that moment. Quick footfall pursuits after her, it takes only a matter of seconds before a large hand grabs a fistful of her hair. The burning pain at the back of her scalp draws out a cry, as she is halted in her tracks, her free hand reaches up to grab the hand holding her head. “I warned you.” The voice sounds from just above her. Without warning, excruciating pain is placed at the hand holding the hunting knife. The looming shadow had stabbed his blade into her hand, immobilizing it from wielding the small blade. Cradling her bleeding hand, she continues to cry out in pain. The blade is discarded to the ground somewhere, but her mind doesn’t care in that moment, nor about the pain of her scalp. Her focus on the pain in her hand is moved to the new burst of pain comes from her right leg, dropping to a knee with a blood curdling cry. Blood begins to pour out from the back of her knee, her ligaments sliced to keep her from running away. Her once blue dress now stained with crimson. Tears flood from he eyes, as heavy sobs wrack from her chest “Please stop! Please let me go!” She begs, her shoulders shiver uncontrollably. The only reply she receives is the sound of a blunt object being dropped to the ground. Her watery eyes follow the direction of the sound below her; she spots the vague shape of a spade. Sobs continuing, she slowly picks up the spade with her bloodied good hand. “W-what is this for? Why did you give me this?” Her mind is at a loss, she had no clue what is to come of her fate. And with what she has in mind, a spade doesn't add up. “Dig.” Is all the attacker says, his grip keeping firm to the back of Vallei’sul’s head. Slowly, Vallei’sul complies to his demand. She slowly digs at the soft earth below with one hand, pain and fear driving her continued sobs. No matter her pleas, and no matter her questions, the man’s reply is always the same; ‘dig’. The job is slow and agonizing, and after an hour, there is a shallow hole, big enough to fit a small child. She can dig no more, setting down the bloodied shovel, and cradling her raw and bloodies hand. She is kneeled in dirt that is lightly stained in wetted by her blood. Her head feels fuzzy from both the loss of blood, and from the adrenaline running through her. From behind the elven child, the looming beast readies his blade for one last blow, driving his blade deep into the child's back, and out through her chest. The pain is too much, the loss of more blood is the driving point for poor Vallei’sul. She cannot scream as blood fills her lungs, her weak hands grasping at the sword protruding from her chest, as though there was something, she could do to remove it. All the sounds of the world around her begin to fade, as the world is covered in red, and fades to a sickly black. Finally; the pain and suffering ends, as the child rests within the earth. Her lifeless body aside in a hidden location, both her lively possessions, and her head taken from her.

Alevaera sighs softly as she finishes setting the last chair in the cozy room, using the back of her hand to wipe away a few beads of sweat forming over her brow. Its taken a lot of time and effort for her to finish this project, but she is extremely pleased with the final product. After a few months, she has put the final touches to her cafe. She has high hopes for the location, that the residents of her chilly city will enjoy a place where they can relax and warm up with a warm beverage and sweets. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fenn has been growing as a city, both as a people and its increasing size. One of the new additions to Fenn is a peaceful housing district, where new residents can find a place to call home. This housing district is accompanied by a lovely garden, where residents can sit and relax, and enjoy a cool sunny day, or pray to Fenn’s Deity. There is also an additional shopping district within the new city space, where new shops can set up their wares. Complimenting this peaceful and relaxing air, is a new shop where citizens can purchase teas and sweets. The Puffin Cafe welcomes all who wish to find a quiet place to relax, read a book or simply have a quiet chat with an old friend. The cafe’s has an assortment of different teas, ranging from simple Green Tea, to Coffee and Spiced apple! (Photos of the Cafe Below) https://i.imgur.com/n40PKUw.png https://i.imgur.com/lnugdMx.jpg https://i.imgur.com/vd09bGw.jpg https://i.imgur.com/jmkndyV.jpg https://i.imgur.com/682zuxS.jpg

“The meal was lovely! I especially enjoyed getting to make your acquaintance for the first time.” She says in a soft tone, with a warm smile lighting up her face.

Alevaera sighs softly, wiping the beads of sweat forming on her brow with the back of her hand. The summers were always so dreadfully hot, and she’d always manage to break into a sweat while preforming her daily chores around the orphanage. She has been working there for so any years; it’s been what, thirty years now? Time sure seems to fly by while tending to the well-being of children. The orphanage she worked for had many, housing different races; some mixed, other pure bred like her, so she along with the few staff there had their work cut out for them. Standing from her knelled position on the ground, Alevaera inspects the garden before her, nearly vacant of any possible pesky weeds thinking that they can take refuge among the vegetables. Looking up to the sky, the sun appeared to be positioned around mid-day; she should help the head mistress with preparing lunch. Alevaera ties her hair into a tighter bun, pinning any loose hair up and out of her face. Carrying the tools along with her towards the storage shed, she avoids colliding with any children playing outside. Once the tools are put in their rightful places, Alevaera locks up the shed, so that the children can’t get into mischief. Inside the kitchen, she scrubs all the dirt and grime from her hands, attentive of the dirt under her nails. She inspects the head mistresses work, getting an idea of what she’s preparing as she begins helping. The head mistress is an elderly human woman, going on ninety-two. Her aged hands peal apples, preparing them for a pie. Alevaera has not naive or ignorant, she was well aware of the clash most races have with each other; how Snow Elves are greatly disliked, and how humans are prideful and greedy. At the orphanage however, none of this mattered. Alevaera was well appreciated by the children and the head mistress, and all were taught to be open minded toward others. “This old woman is getting on in her years, it’s nice to have young energetic workers like yourself to help around” The mistress says softly, her hands working without flaw or hesitation, but at a slow pace. “It is my pleasure to help around here. This place has been my home for so long, I couldn’t imagine myself leaving.” Alevaera replies in earnest. “I have a debt to repay you after all; for having taken care of me for so long.” The elderly woman frowns, waving off Alevaera’s last statement. “I was just doing my job; your parents paid me well enough to take care of you. You were never a burned.” Hearing this warms her heart; this woman was like a mother to Alevaera. While she had some memories of her parents, they were few, and far from perfect. She could remember them giving her up so clearly, she was only six at the time. She knows per parents weren’t the best people, but they were her parents, and she found it in her heart to love them regardless. Silence falls between the two women, as they prepare the pie and stew for everyone. Creaking floor boards, matching echoing footsteps running down halls, excited voices calling to one another, there was never a quiet or still day within the orphanage. It was comforting to hear the noise, because Alevaera knew that they were alive and well; that the children were happy and knew they were loved. A peculiar set of footsteps neared the kitchen, appearing in the door were two of the older boys in the orphanage; a Halfling named Elton, aged thirteen, and an Orc boy named Kurukk, aged twelve. The pair looked distraught, breathing heavily as they stand in the doorway. “Alvayra lady, please come help!” Pleads the Orc, though young, the Orc was almost as tall as herself. The boy was usually the last child to ask for help, always insisting that he doesn’t need it. So hearing such a worried request has Alevaera immediately worried. “What’s happened Kurukk? Is everything alright?” She inquires, wiping her hands with a dish towel. Before the Orc can reply, Elton jumps in to answer. “Wild dogs Miss Alevaera! They got Merph stuck up inside a tree! You always told us to come get you if there is trouble, so we ran here as fast as possible!” The Halfling rushes, “We were playing out by the front, when two wild dogs wandered over!” Alevaera tenses up at the mention of wild dogs; this wasn’t the first case of stray dogs wandering out towards the orphanage, no doubt looking for food. The orphanage has had a run in with them on multiple occasions, even when she was just a young girl, they’d come when you least expect it, and they attack without warning. Keeping her mind from wandering to a dark memory, there was an emergency at hand, she needed to be brave and stay focused. Her hands tighten into fists, pinned at her sides. “Out front you said? Are they by the large Oak?” She inquires, eyes wandering around the room for something she may use. There is a steel fire poker; it’s not very long, but it will have to do. “Yes ma’am! Will he be okay?” Elton asks, wringing his hands nervously; a habit he’d gotten from her. “Yes. But I need you boys to keep everyone inside, get everyone in the backyard inside. I want you to shut all doors and windows on the first floor, understood?” She orders firmly, picking up the fire poker with two hands. From the corner of her eye, Alevaera could vaguely see a look of horror on the Head Mistresses face. The boys nod quickly, and rush out quicker, going to wrangle up any children outside. Knowing the boys would do their job quickly put some ease to Alevaera’s mind; she could try and handle the dogs on her own, without worry of any other children getting hurt. “My dear child, you need not put yourself in harm’s way. I am sure that local patrols will come, o-or we can get help-“ The elderly human woman goes to grasp Alevaera’s hands, but retracts them when the Elf offers a kind and reassuring smile. “I am sorry Head Mistress, but we both know that soldiers do not patrol this far out. It would take far too long to get help; those two wild hounds will tear that boy to shreds if I stand around. I must try.” She says as firmly as she can, though there is uncertainty in her voice. She is not a fighter, she knows this well enough. But damn those dogs she’d give it her all, she’ll let nothing and no one hurt the children under her supervision. A defeated sigh leaves the elderly woman, hanging her head low as she allows Alevaera to leave. On her way out, Alevaera snatched up a hand towel, wrapping it around her fore arm before stepping out the front door. Immediately, she bears witness to the dangerous scene before her; Murph, a pint sized wood Elf, clings to a high branch of an Oak tree. The Elf is scraped up, with a bit of blood dripping from his arm. Just seeing this has Alevaera’s blood run cold, as she instinctively grips her own arm at the sight of the wound. Murph takes notice that Alevaera has left the front of the house, and cries out to her for help. His words are garbled and far from proper common, no doubt the child is scared out of his wits. Her cold blood comes to a boil at the sight of the pleading child, tears streaming down his cheeks. Alevaera had no time to be afraid; there were two beasts in the yard in need of being removed. With a tight grip on the fire poker, Alevaera approaches the tree with wide strides, fanning out her arms to appear bigger than she really was. With a deep breath, she fills her lungs, and expels the air in as deep of a guttural scream she can manage. Her voice carries, reaching the wild dogs instantaneously, their attention away from the boy and to her. Alevaera holds her shout, and breaks into a run towards the hounds, the hand holding the fire poker rising above her head, and ready to strike the animals with as much strength as she can. The surprised beasts are startled by the quickly oncoming aggressor, and hightail towards off the property. Alevaera doesn’t halt her chase there, she continues after them for a good distance, only stopping as the fiends are far out of sight. Finally standing still, the Snow Elf takes notice that she’s shaking like a leaf, her legs feeling flimsy and unsteady. This did not stop her from rushing back to the front yard of the orphanage, to make sure Murph was alright. Kurukk and Elton were at the Oak before she reached them, Kurukk helping Murph down from the high branch. Alevaera drops onto her knees, and inspects Murph’s wounds with frantic haste, her breaths wracking with the threat of sobs. “Thank the stars above; let us get your cuts cleaned up Murphy dear.” Alevaera sighs, lifting the small Elf into her arms with care. With soft eyes, Alevaera beholds Kurukk and Elton with gratitude. “You boys did well today; there are not enough thanks in this world to offer, your actions very much saved Murph’s life.” She lightly touches foreheads with the young boys, unable to offer a hug with her arms full. Elton shakes his head, shoving his hands into his trouser pockets. “No need to thank us Miss, we only did as you asked. You were the one doin the saving.” The boy states, his expression bashful as he kicks a stone absently. “Short Murph needed help, and you would have been upset if we didn’t get you.” “We could have takin on the dogs, they were weak runts.” Kurukk crosses his arms over his chest, turning his gaze away with a grunt. “There was a lot of blud, my tiny brother might have been hurt worse if we made a mistake.” Alevaera smiles none the less, leading the boys back into the orphanage. She cleans and bandages Murph’s few wounds, they were thankfully not too deep, but they would leave behind scars. Lunch was served after the incident, with the other children buzzing with questions. The three boys were happy to answer the questions, and tell about their dangerous encounter with the wild dogs. Alevaera was just content with the even being over, with everyone safe and sound. She would put this whole ordeal behind her, and distract herself with her daily tasks soon enough. She has far much to do around the orphanage to let an accident hold her still.

[Ooc] Username: MeltyMoonlight Activity Rating (1-10): 5 Discord: Birb#0256 [RP] Name: Alevaera Gender: Female Place of Residence: Tahu’lareh Race/Subrace/Culture: Snow Elf Roles (Select a minimum of two, excluding Bilok’sair): Nor’sair, Lom’sair’ame Do you swear allegiance to the Princedom of Fenn and Grand Prince, and pledge to do your duty and to never steal?: I do