Post by emmalinemynx on Oct 8, 2015 14:34:57 GMT -8
[15:24] StoryMaker: A Strange Old Man (Cedar Ashland) could be seen hobbling his way across what seemd to currently be the elven square. He was dressed all in black, with a hooded cape worn to complete the image. The hood was drawn, throwing most of his features into shadow, but whether it was the effortful look of his gait of the bending of his posture, there was something about him that gave the definite idea that he was an elderly sort. Slowly, so slowly, he worked his way along the stone, heading in the elves' direction. And creatures of light and magic that they were, something might seem off about him.
[15:25] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) padded up from the far side of the plaza, dusting off her hands from working on some of the rearranging going on in the SW corner... She'd only heard a snippet of the conversation, but what it was, hadn't made her comfortable at all "What's going on Cousin... Is that Harbor Master at it again?" Her eyes darting over to nod politely to the others as she pauses, catching sight of an unfamiliar figure... and stopping short as she perused him carefully then darted another look over to Emma.
[15:29] Emmaline Anundr Aldin (emmaline.mynx) motioned toward the old man and mouthed to Meri, "That's the old man who gave me the satchel!" And she was sure of it. She would know him anywhere! Emma told Ephralia, "That is exactly what it is, but those days are numbered, at least for the elves." She nodded and offered a smile to the lieutenant, but kept her eyes ever on the old man. The Blight was still a dangerous threat and if he was the key to the cure, then she would do whatever it took to convince him to help.
[15:31] introduces and greets, "Greetings to you. I overheard your name, once, Meri. I am called Eph, short for Ephralia. I presume you know Emmaline. This is Lieutenant Cheyenne Frostwych just joining us. The statuesque lady in green . . . well, she'll say her name eventually. And hello, sir" Eph adds to the old hooded fellow. The man DID seem to warrant more attention to Eph. Her eyes narrow a bit.
[15:31] Cheyenne Frostwych smiled to Meralaeth as she approached and gave her a nod as Eph introduced her. She stood towards the side of Eph making sure no one was behind herself and mainly let Eph do the talking
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[15:32] Elenelle walks around and looks slightly puzzled, something sure seemed different,"vedui il'er, some celebration going about?" she looks to everyone with a hint of shyness in her eyes but her gaze last falls on Emmaline and simply smiles to her.
[15:35] StoryMaker: A Strange Old Man (Cedar Ashland) continued his arduous and hobbling steps. Though when one of the elves called out a greeting to him, he stopped walking entirely to sloooooowly lift his head as though to look to her. For a moment, the man stood in an eerie so of stillness that seemed far too complete. But then, no words spoken, his head lowered and he began to walk in their direction yet again.
[15:36] Neph: frowns and visibly winces in his proximity
[15:37] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) lifted a brow, the recognition in Emma's expression made Meri look over the man a bit more carefully, the soft lilting hum on her breath as the hint of Magic teased through the air, nothing specific, just her general awareness and accessibility. As the other women mentioned their names, she'd offer another polite dip of her head to each in turn, absorbing the names she was offered. So many new faces in the Vale these days, it was amusing, and enlightening.. The dark figure brought another tilt of her head, remembering what Emma had mentioned before, she'd move a bit closer to the side and murmur "Tis quite the day, so many kin about and yet still - so much undone..."
[15:39] Emmaline Anundr Aldin (emmaline.mynx) moved to her daughter and lightly kissed her on the young woman's glossy hair. "Vedui, LIttle Star. I missed you today." She made sure to stand closer to Elenelle, providing as much protection as she could, unsure of what the old man might do. She knew he had enough magical ability to at least open a very...VERY large portal, not an easy thing to do. When the old man changed his path and came toward them, Emma was glad of it. She'd thought she would have to go after him to question him about the Blight. Emma nodded to the newcomers, all of whom she'd met before and many of whom had donated money to begin the work on the new Elven hall.
[15:40] Ephralia Valor (Ephralia Resident) purses her lips in contemplation of the old man and his eeries silence and remarks, "Cat got your tongue or somethin'?" and interrupts her sour perusal of the fellow by first asking Emma, "Was that satchel a good thing? or a bad thing?" and also briefly smiles to Cheyenne before resuming her suspicious ogling of the hooded one.
[15:42] Cheyenne Frostwych spotted the old man from afar and watched him hobble towards them. She returned the dip of the head to Merialeth and smiled and spoke softly "well met." She gave Eph a smile and nodded to her softly and knowingly. She nudged Eph slightly and whispered "Ask Emma' about food." she said.
[15:46] StoryMaker: A Strange Old Man (Cedar Ashland) Though his progress across the stone was almost painful to watch in the effort and time it took, he /did/ eventually arrive, to stop, standing among the gathering of elves present. Again, his head rose in that slow way of concerted effort. But this time, it pivoted first one way then the other as he took in each elf with his gaze. Finally coming to rest upon Emma, the man appeared to try to speak. The first fruits of his efforts however were nothing more than a hacking cough with wheezing breaths peppered in between.
[15:47] Elenelle shuddered at the thought of Emma's cooking but says nothing. All this talk about satchels and blight had caught her attention. She would simply smile to Emmaline and then looks to this oldman. All she would do is stand there with her hands folded in-front of herself. Normally she would leave a conversation she really isn't part of but this time she choose to hold her ground. When the man spoke or rather cough in front of them her nose would wrinkly up some but she kept her composure and her ground. Her full attention was now on him.
[15:48] ~Lind'aiwe Anundr Aldin~ wanders down the path towards the Stitchery, still a bit disdained by the tear in her dress though her face showing no sign of any emotion. Being caught short by a group outside the shop and listens to see what was going on
[15:48] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) just lifted a brow at the 'cat got your tongue' comment, her gaze shifting between the others in turn, and back to Emma and the man. The soft hum still on her breath though the sense of Magic had faded for now, just the idle music as if using it to pass the time. The labored efforts of the old man's attempts to speak were met with a wince and dash of her gaze, first towards Emma, and then behind her as she moved to slip past and whisper "Going to get a drink, you have water within?" Her bright green gaze flicking to the man and moving with alacrity. If this man had any clues as to what was amiss with the Isle, Meri'd be the first to do what she could.
[15:51] Emmaline Anundr Aldin (emmaline.mynx) was quick to assure Ephralia, "A good thing, but it seems too little to provide a cure for the blight. It is clear that all the races of Valesk must work together, but any more than that is still hidden within the second satchel. When the old man began to cough, Emma stepped forward, laying a hand on his shoulder. "Would you like some water, old one?" She needed him to give her the information willingly, and she did not want any incidences with the courtyard filling with people, much less with Elenelle so close to him. "Daughter, will you get this gentleman a cup of cold water?" She said it with a look to Elenelle that she hoped she would understand as a plea to be careful all she did in his presence. When Meri asked her question, she nodded to her, letting her get the drink. "Diola lle, Meri."
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[15:52] Ephralia Valor (Ephralia Resident) explains in a rushed whisper to Cheyenne, "I got a pair of rations for us already, ma'am. I found out only ONE store-room was burned. There is another, up at the Keep of the Wardens." ... When the old guy actually hacks and coughs, Eph feels instantly guilty and steps forward to attempt to put a gentle hand on his back but is too slow and Emma gets there first! Eph says softly, "Awww ... pardon me, father. My words were hasty. Can I get you aught else beside the water?"
[15:53] Cheyenne Frostwych suddenly felt sorry for the old man as he was coughing and wheezing, it clearly wasn't easy for him to get here. She spotted Lind'Awie walking up to them and kept close tabs on her for a while as she scoped her out. Her attention was suddenly broken by Eph mentioning rations "Where?!" she said rather loudly and looked around embarrassed, blushing slightly.
[15:54] Yariel: watches the scene and realises all attention is focused on the man.. Slowly starts scanning the area and remaining watchful
[15:57] StoryMaker: A Strange Old Man (Cedar Ashland) But no sooner had these gestures and this thought of water occur then the man seemed to straighten, losing no small measure of his hunch. Too, his poise seemed less wearied and he spoke -- in a voice that seemed not all beleagured as it had given to the mind to be before. "Such kindness as if gifted can only be from the Eldari," he said. Kindness, if Emma remembered. A theme of topic for the man, it seemed. Giving none of them any answers truly, he turned his gaze to Emma. "But the answers you seek do not lie within the second satchel. That is a gift to be given the Tari for her aid - and cannot be known until her aid is realised, I am afraid."
[16:01] Elenelle gives Emmaline a look but it fades, just as she was about to go off and get the water, someone else had volunteered so she let them obtain it for him. Her eyes would wonder around the courtyard and her attention returns to Emma,"shall I go? This seems to be an important gathering... less my ears are welcomed to hear?" she glances around the courtyard again, things seem much different since her last visit.
[16:01] ~Lind'aiwe Anundr Aldin~ stands silently at the back of the crowd with a smile at having spotted two of her elven kin. Her fingers finding their way to the locket at her throat with a gentle caress, the feel of the locket making her hum an old elven lullaby with a smile
[16:02] Ephralia Valor (Ephralia Resident) puts her hands on her hips and puzzles over the fellow's words and also his taller posture. After a while, Eph says over her shoulder to Cheyenne, "Um, back at the Cottage, ma'am." and then glances at Linda'aiew and Yariel and greets, "Greetings to you!"
[16:02] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) dashed a glance back at Emma "N'dela no'ta, Cousin" <don't worry> then padded swiftly inside, her steps light, gaze flashing about as she headed straight to the back room where she remembered Lunaris had gone, pouring a cup of water from the pitcher there, and bringing it out to offer it to the man, now seemingly surrounded by so many. Meri'd keep a respectful distance, waiting until he had offered his attention before handing over the mug, a quick cantrip - the soft trill of Magic in the air - used to clean and flavor the water with mint. She'd pause before him, only to realize the shift in his demeanour, her gaze sharpening and the cup still held warily if desired. But his words gave them pause and her expression shifted ever so slightly, that soft hum again on her breath as she glanced between Emma and the others once more. THe mention of the satchel confirming in her mind what Emma had spoken of before, but how... and - a Tari?? What??
[16:04] Cheyenne Frostwych she listened to the old man who seemed rather wise, maybe what he was saying carried weight to it. She licked her lips at Eph' told her were the rations were and was tempted to run back there right this instant.
[16:06] Emmaline Anundr Aldin (emmaline.mynx) glanced around to those present. She'd told no one of her past. No one was aware of her role in Tiallon but Elenelle, but of late, more survivors from that doomed realm had somehow made their way to the Isle of Valesk. She took Elenelle's hand, preventing her leaving. Emma bowed deeply to the old man and told him, "Kindness is the fruit of love and love is the web of life. It is for this that all elves must live. Is this not true? It would be a kindness if you shared with us the cure to this cursed blight." She'd noticed his strange transition from one posture to the next. Was it madness? "I offer you the same kindnesses that I offer all elves who have found their way to Valesk."
[16:11] StoryMaker: A Strange Old Man (Cedar Ashland) When Merialeth returned with the glass of water she had fetched, the hooded head of the strange old man moved in her direction. She would have the feeling in this moment that the entirety of the man's focus was upon her very being, as though he saw her with eyes unseeing that somehow knew the fabric of her soul. And yet, his face remained in shadow still. Slowly as he'd raised his head, his hand stretched out for the water offered. And just as slowly he took the opportunity to drink. When finished, his attention returned again to Emma, cup held in a way that seemed as if it were already forgotten. "You were kind then to the satchel I gave you. If you know of the second. And what of the other item within?"
[16:14] Ephralia Valor (Ephralia Resident) backs up a pace to stand by Cheyenne. The old man's riddles, somehow, seemed to have weight and did not seem to be mere rantings.
[16:15] Cheyenne Frostwych leans half on Eph as she listened to the old man, she considered what he was saying and it seemed worth listening too for now.
[16:16] Elenelle blinks as Emma grabs her hand but just nods and remains in her spot. She would offer a kind smile to the strange old man. Elen however would not say anything further, letting Emmaline handle this, or who-ever.
[16:17] Emmaline Anundr Aldin (emmaline.mynx) told him of the pair who had come seeking any and all information about the blight, and how they had added knowledge to what they had already known, recounting it as faithfully as she could. "It was, thanks to them, the realization that all races of the island must work together if the blight is to be healed. But what, Old One, is it that we must do? Is it kindness that will turn the hand of the blight from its hateful battering of our land?" She was desperate to find the cure before Valesk dried up like a withered prune and its people forced to escape to better lands. "I asked the satchel, most kindly to open, and it did for me. Will you do the same?"
[16:19] ~Lind'aiwe Anundr Aldin~ remains at the back still watching the goings on in the courtyard, her humming never ceasing and thinks to herself of her torn dress, though knowing it could wait as she was curious of the other happenings
[16:19] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan)'s eyes shifted to where the hooded man's face would have been. The intensity of that gaze sent a shiver through her, the soft rustling about her as her chin lifted and the cup was offered away. Her hand clasping the opposite wrist, her head tipping aside as she perused him as carefully as he'd watched her, and yet, felt... as if she'd been found wanting. Her eyes finally shifted aside to Emma as he spoke once more, taking in every word and committing it to memory, that soft hum on her breath again, and the tease of Magic through the air once more. Her glance tipping to Emma as she murmurs softly "The scroll, did you read the scroll?" She'd remembered seeing it when the first satchel was opened, and couldn't help but think that was what the man was referring to.
[16:26] StoryMaker: A Strange Old Man (Cedar Ashland) The strange old man seemed unphased by Merialeth's perusal of him. He also seemed unaware, however, and perhaps it was only that he had not realised it for the shifting of his attention from her. And while Emmaline spoke in answer to his query, the hooded head moved his gaze about the courtyard again, taking in the growing numbers. "You have understanding then. Answer me, child. The image of tattooed warriors that you saw, with scars and surrounded by flame - who is it you think them? And of the long-haired damsel with wings - who is it you think them?" He continued on, in heavily measured rhythm of his questions, as if there were some meaning yet behind the way he asked and not merely that he questioned. "And of the fish swimming in water - who is it you think them? And of the wolf that howls upon the mountains - who is it that you think them?"
[16:28] Ephralia Valor (Ephralia Resident) murmurs, "The long-haired damsel with wings sounds like Crystiel the Uncrowned." then explains to Cheyenne, "That's a fairy with a book I ran across last night."
[16:29] Cheyenne Frostwych nods to Eph and eyes the long haired girl and murmurs back "Should we stay?" she asked, secretly wanting to go back home.
[16:30] Emmaline Anundr Aldin (emmaline.mynx) nodded to Meri, but her eyes never leaving the old man, and then she paused, looking over his head. That tune...she'd heard it before--long ago. But at his words, she turned her attention back toward him when he asked his questions. "The fish, I think the ruler of the Mer. The howling wolf, I think the ruler of the garou. The tattooed warriors, I think the female who came to see me with her questions about the blight, though she was of a race I had never heard tell of before, and the winged damsel, the ruler of the fae. Am I far wrong, Old one?" She wished she could have spoken of all this with every elf present. There was wisdom in a multitude of council.
[16:31] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan)'s brows furrowed as he spoke, the cadence and the words taken in as well, the tip of her head back towards Emma once more, hoping it was that she knew the answers he sought. "Except Crystiel has no wings, she's earthbound..." the words coming half-unthinking, the shake of her head as she tried to muddle out the rest, there were few other winged ones... but maybe Emma would know. Hopefully.
[16:33] ~Lind'aiwe Anundr Aldin~ steps closer to the group with a smile her humming ceasing for the moment as she watches the tall elven woman who seems is being questioned by the hooded figure. Something about the elf causing her to nearly stare
[16:39] StoryMaker: A Strange Old Man (Cedar Ashland) The strange old man listened, and though his face was hidden you somehow /knew/ he did. Perhaps it was the stillness that seemed to otherwise seep into him. Such a stillness could not be natural by any means. And yet. "On all accounts but one, dear girl. For the warriors you have not quite hit the mark." He paused and it was long enough it might seem as if he did not intend to speak again. However, he looked to Ephralia for her interjection. Just looked, without a word. And then he looked to Merialeth for hers. Again, he merely looked. Nothing spoken to her. And after a time he turned his gaze to Emmaline once more. "Think of the groups upon Valesk. Think and consider ... then answer again."
[16:39] Lιттle Ƭree (cedar.ashland): ((roll your knowledge ranked roll please Emma -- and anyone who would like to take a crack at the riddle))
[16:40] Merialeth Windstar rolls R6 (IoV:#9715#): 18 - Gimme Answers!
[16:42] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan)'s brows furrowed, the glance met, and his silence only absorbed as the rest, her eyes flicking them to Emma, the whisper under her breath of what was spoken of, and then the light of realization in her gaze "Emma, who are the protectors - those who would cast into the flames those that are of evil and hate..." Her eyes pleading with her to make the connection, her gaze darting upwards beyond the vale and back to Emma once more, wanting -her- to make the choice.
[16:43] Elenelle rolls R5 (CC:c354): 17, Solving the riddle, the bookwarm does!
[16:44] Emmaline Anundr Aldin (emmaline.mynx) could not help but notice the young woman as she inched closer and closer. She was striking looking, and Emma was sure she had been the one humming that tune, the tune that had both comforted her and handed her sorrow at the same time for the last eighty years. And then the old man spoke once more and she knew without question what the answer must be. "The Wardens, of course. I do not know how I missed it before.
[16:44] Sira'Kess watched on quietly with idle curiosity, looking over all those nearby. Taking in each persons features, clothing condition, stature, voice and inflection then moving on to the next.
[16:44] Ephralia Valor rolls R2 (IoV:#1ada#): 8 - to crack riddle
[16:45] Emmaline Anundr Aldin (emmaline.mynx) glanced over to Meri, nodding. She was right!
[16:45] Emmaline Anundr Aldin rolls R5 (IoV:#7c28#): 24 - just for the heck of it
[16:49] Elenelle looks to Emmaline,"I think I figured what he is going on about but I am not certain, it's not the races but their different skill or expertise in fighting?" scratches her head and looks back to her Atara to see what she thinks. At least she would try to sound smart.
[16:52] StoryMaker: A Strange Old Man (Cedar Ashland) waited as those about him considered his words and their meaning. But when Emma spoke, he gave a nod, slow as every other move he'd managed. "Good. Very .... good," he answered. Then he took another step or two towards her. "But now consider, the Eldari part. Why would you be needed, to round up these leaders for a cure? What is it that leaders do, if not lead? And what is it that they lead, if not groups of people?" Another pause, this time where his hooded head turned to pull his gaze upon Elenelle. Again, however, he did not speak. Just looked. And after a moment, looked to Emmaline again. "But you have forgotten, one other item drawn upon the scroll."
[16:54] ~Lind'aiwe Anundr Aldin~ tries to think of an answer yet not coming up with one, smiling now to the elven woman standing near the other. Her eyes never leaving the one they called Emma. her heart racing though not letting it show on her features, simply hums again
[16:55] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) felt strangely relieved, though as the man continued to speak, her eyes flickered again between Emma and him. She hadn't been there when the scroll ws unfurled, more's the pity, so she'd just keep that soft lilting hum in the air as if trying to soothe Emma's thoughts, help her think more clearly and able to discern what she was being asked.
[17:00] Emmaline Anundr Aldin (emmaline.mynx) nodded to Elenelle. "Uma, my daughter. I think you are right." She looked to the old man once more, waiting to see what he would add, determined to find out all she could before he opened his portal and escaped her once more. And yet he spoke again, and she knew.....and whispered the word, "Fire." She knew then, knew it to the soles of her feet. Knew it to the stars in the heavens, and right now it was as if the Star Sisters were singing to her, singing through that young elf. She turned slowly toward the old man, standing straight and asked him, "What would you have me do? There is a pot with wings in the center of the scroll. It and the fire are all that is left." She felt drained and suddenly wished she were still holding Elenelle's hand.
[17:02] Ephralia Valor (Ephralia Resident) chews her lower lip in silence. So far, the riddle was all opaque to her. At the word 'Fire' Eph stops fidgeting and enters a nicely elven stillness of spirit.
[17:02] Cheyenne Frostwych didn't even attempt at the riddle instead looked to Eph' for an answer.
[17:03] Elenelle placed her hand reassuringly on Emmaline's shoulder with a gentle smile. She sensed something up with Emma and stood by her to show her support. She nods once and looks back to the strange old man, getting a small shiver in her spine that she barely hides.
[17:04] StoryMaker: A Strange Old Man (Cedar Ashland) Slowly, the strange old man gave a nod. And slowly, he seemed to draw in breath. As if the drained feeling Emmaline felt was realised by him as well. "Think carefully then, child," he said. "What is it that comes of fire when painted in imagery? And too, consider what a pot might hold -- and what sort of creature might have wings. Imagery here is clue. And yet those two last must be placed together. Make the sense the image lacks. And for the first that you had mentioned -- The fire too represents a group, as well it represents its lead."
[17:08] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) blinked a little - a pot with wings.. and fire? Her eyes darting again to the old man, her brain scanning through - why did that sound familiar - blast it... She'd spoken with the Warden, Bradock and she remembered what she'd seen within, the fire, the lemon... blast it - but she didn't remember it all. "I'm trying to remember, Emma, I spoke with the Harbinger, the scroll he had - we used the fire to find it's message... but..." she couldn't remember the rest!!!!
[17:10] Ephralia Valor (Ephralia Resident) "It's spicy stew fiery hot but so good you feel like flying." Eph's always got a contribution, just seldom one you really wanted.
[17:10] Merialeth Windstar rolls R6 (IoV:#8a94#): 20 - Gotta remember...
[17:10] Nephriel: Surely we talk of a creature. the pot of ashes and a fire.. only bring ot mind the imagery of something to rise and be reborn once more
[17:12] Ephralia Valor rolls R2 (IoV:#820a#): 5 - - for the miracle of sudden enlightenment
[17:13] ~Lind'aiwe Anundr Aldin~ hums as she fingers the locket at her neck, still staring at the Elven woman near the younger elf, such a striking resemblance shed ponder a long moment though shaking the thoughts from her mind as they couldnt be right. Finding now a peace in song
[17:14] Rei Anundr Aldin (rei.lowtide) strolled out to the Vale. He remained in the background to figure out what this gathering was.
[17:14] Emmaline Anundr Aldin (emmaline.mynx) looked from person to person as each gave their opinion. She thought of creatures with wings....birds, fairies, dragons, avariels, and wings also spoke of travel, but the pot.... a mage's cauldron, a honey pot, a pot to mix things in. The girl's song came to her again and she tried to let the old lullaby fill her mind and calm her along with Meri's magical Song. ((rolling))
[17:14] Emmaline Anundr Aldin rolls R5 (IoV:#dcba#): 23 - Here goes nothing!
[17:15] Lind'aiwe Anundr Aldin rolls R5 (CC:c358): 10, another epic fail?
[17:15] Elenelle (kieana.eilde): ((the force is strong in this one))
[17:16] Luna Darkmatter (leilaniraine.faith): ( > < )
[17:17] StoryMaker: A Strange Old Man (Cedar Ashland) As the chatter began, with each of those nearby who held some idea, handing them in offering to Emma, the strange old man did nothing, save stand and listen to it all.
[17:18] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) blinked... just... blinked. Her eyes shifting to Emma, the shiver rolling down her back and making the soft rustling even more pronounced as the color drained, then refilled her features "Emma... your talents... Your Magic.. the fire is light... your light. The light of the People... and - the pot... well, pots hold water.. a Blessed water... " Her smile softening, finally reaching to touch at Emma's arm once more. "Emma, you are the light of the People here, you must know that... who else could it be that we all look towards?"
[17:20] Sira'Kess picked at his boots and grimaced as the conversation continued on. He didn't like where this was going, didn't like riddles. He rested his hands behind his head and laid back against the tree. As the old man became silent he tilted back his hood and paid closer attention to the old man in the hood.
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[17:21] Emmaline Anundr Aldin (emmaline.mynx) looked to Meri and then to those standing around the courtyard, eyes on the young elf who sang her song, and then on Elenelle, but finally settling on the Old Man once more. "Is Meri correct in what she says? The fire is the light of the Elves of the Vale and the pot is pouring out of a blessing?"
[17:25] StoryMaker: A Strange Old Man (Cedar Ashland) canted his head as if torn between consideration and approval. Another step taken towards Emma and then he spoke answer to her question. "In imagery, fire brings idea of light. This light is the way defined for a people, the Eldari of The Vale. And too in fire is the marker by which their Tari is known. Who might their Tari be, child? Who is it? Do you know?" Another step and no matter that he drew closer there was no better sight of what laid beneath his hood. "The fire is but one item; the blessed water another. It is the part this group will play in the isle's cure. There is a marker upon the scroll there, did you miss it or did you see? That leads you to this blessed water -- Or ..." Here, abruptly, not slowly, the strange old man's hooded head snapped so that he looked to Merialeth with his next words. "She can show you. Blessed as is she."
[17:29] Elenelle smiles and places her hands infront of herself and glances around to everyone else in the area. She too hears the song and starts singing softly with her, joining in sync but not going any louder than any whisper. Her eyes wonder back to the strange old man then looks to Emmaline,"looks like your calling has return..." she falls silent not wanting to give up too much about Emmaline, not wanting to get in trouble, though if the woman keeps calling the foreign princess her daughter, most people can put the pieces together by themselves.
[17:33] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) felt the shivers arrow down her spine as he snapped his head to regard her. Meri's eyes widening and the rustle of her form as she held his gaze, the sudden intake of breath and the silver shimmer coming into sight as she just stared. Her wings curling tight about her and lifting her chin somewhat, eyes widening. "I know what he means...." It was the only place Meri'd ever lost her enchantment, without meaning to. At Valeska's feet
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[17:35] Emmaline Anundr Aldin (emmaline.mynx) looks over to Meri. The cross hairs over the waters. It had to be, and Meri could lead them to the blessed one--Valeska, she said. Could it be? Was it possible that only Valeska could end this blight? It must be! But the Tari of the Eldari, that was something else entirely. Emma kneeled, not feeling the unforgiving stone beneath her. "I am the Tari," she said, no longer whispering, magic woven into the words, her own Song, giving life to the words so that they were more than spoken, they were proclaimed in Truth, the truth she now recognized and submitted to.
[17:36] Sira'Kess arched an eyebrow at the exchange, all so very interesting. He'd would have much work to do by the end of all this. He smiled under his traveling mask and continued observing from afar.
[17:37] Rei Anundr Aldin (rei.lowtide) heard the songs of magical weavers. It had him bow his head and rub his temples. He had heard Meri use her voice - but now there were more of them on the Isle. It was so familiar, it almost hurt. A proclaimed Tari... uhh, his skin felt too tight for his own body. Maybe he was entering withdrawal again.
[17:37] Ephralia Valor (Ephralia Resident) inhales deeply, a placid expression on her face. Upon exhale, she orates in a clear, penetrating voice, "
Emmaline, I deem, is undisputed leader of the Vale.
With her we stand undaunted, without her we will fail.
A nation starts with few indeed, yet one and all are kin,
Spiritually united, the Eldari begin
As softly as a snowflake falls, but gathering mass and might
Until with thunder at our backs we make the darkness bright.!
O Emmaline, our Tari proud, we stand with you as one.
Our family will grow to shine as brightly as the sun!
" and then lapses to silence, just quietly happy, almost as if unaware of the veritable trumpet-blast of her own voice.
[17:41] Mystogan Vokunkiin (damien.huet) steps to the side to Emma out of a black swirling portal, his footsteps silent and his cloak flowing to the side a bit as he stepped out, nodding his head to everyone
[17:42] Elenelle stands by, ready to assist Emma as she suddenly kneel on the ground and tries to be reassuring with her presence. She was a little startled by the sudden change of things and tries to replay what had just happened in her head.
[17:42] StoryMaker: A Strange Old Man (Cedar Ashland) did not react at first to the Tari's proclomation. Instead, he stood in that way that was too still, letting the words be built upon magic woven in Truth. His gaze had been set upon Meri, but upon Ephralia's lifted words it drew towards Emmaline again, as well her daughter. And when done, he spoke, his voice taking on once more a wheeze between words that seemed suddenly old and hoarse. "And so the Tari's aid has been realised. And so, the mystery of the second satchel may be known." Not that /he/ thought it worthwhile to divulge the information of said mystery, oh no. "The blessed water will be the Eldari's part," was what he said thereafter, implying perhaps there were other parts to make the whole. "Now you know all the scroll's answers. Put the pieces together." And after, he began to move in that all too effortful way again. Past Emmaline. Past Merialeth. Walking past them all and towards the mountains.
[17:45] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) had been so caught up in what was going on that she hadn't looked about her, her eyes flicking now around those collected, the stranger standing so close, Meri'd subconsciously pull away and stare, on her guard, her wings once more rustling around her. The chills still racing down her spine, but the familiar cloaked figure in the background brought a faint smile to her features before she'd watch as Emma knelt before the man. The words offered a surprise, and as Ephralia chanted, that bright green gaze flicked to her in turn before returning to Emma once more, the soft nod of her head as if it all made sense. Her smile slowly forming, eyes laying now upon the hooded man as he shifted once more and moved past, slowly as before, her murmured words "Safe travels to you... and Her light upon you." offered before watching him disappear from sight.
[17:52] Emmaline Anundr Aldin (emmaline.mynx) rose, thinking she might be dreaming, that all that had transpired would be gone when she awoke. Elenelle was not really here. She was dead just as Emma had believed all these years. The Blight was not coming to an end. The elves had not formed together to begat a new family, a whole family. It was all a dream, surely. The old man's words seemed to make it more real, and she said to him in the Ancient Tongue, <May fair winds take you to the Farlands. May the sun be at your back. May the Light bless you in your going, and may the moon guide you back.>
[17:52] Sira'Kess took in everything with a smile before getting up and brushing off the dirt. He looked around once more before departing to the shore. He mark well the faces of those near especially this..... "Tari" his eyes would linger on her longest.
[17:52] Ephralia Valor (Ephralia Resident) strides over toward Emmaline, seeming sure and calm. Eph pronounces matter-of-factly, "Out of memory and over the sea I have come, with destiny made clear only now. My Tari, I offer you my sword, my honor, and my life's blood." and falls into the ancient kneel of fealty, offering the hilt of her sword toward Emma, who Eph already knows perfeclty well has talents more toward magic than martial arms, but this is about symbolism, not practicality. The hobbling, hooded man Eph lets retire in peace. She'll think further on who or what that fellow is at leisure later. For now -- offering her sword is the thing to do!
[17:56] Emmaline Anundr Aldin (emmaline.mynx) takes the sword and as naturally as water weaving its way through the brook, touched Ephralia on each side of her shoulders and said, the Truth Song once again woven into her Song, "A cry across the land, a cry of home and country. My home is yours. My Song is yours. Arise and beside me, stand."
[15:25] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) padded up from the far side of the plaza, dusting off her hands from working on some of the rearranging going on in the SW corner... She'd only heard a snippet of the conversation, but what it was, hadn't made her comfortable at all "What's going on Cousin... Is that Harbor Master at it again?" Her eyes darting over to nod politely to the others as she pauses, catching sight of an unfamiliar figure... and stopping short as she perused him carefully then darted another look over to Emma.
[15:29] Emmaline Anundr Aldin (emmaline.mynx) motioned toward the old man and mouthed to Meri, "That's the old man who gave me the satchel!" And she was sure of it. She would know him anywhere! Emma told Ephralia, "That is exactly what it is, but those days are numbered, at least for the elves." She nodded and offered a smile to the lieutenant, but kept her eyes ever on the old man. The Blight was still a dangerous threat and if he was the key to the cure, then she would do whatever it took to convince him to help.
[15:31] introduces and greets, "Greetings to you. I overheard your name, once, Meri. I am called Eph, short for Ephralia. I presume you know Emmaline. This is Lieutenant Cheyenne Frostwych just joining us. The statuesque lady in green . . . well, she'll say her name eventually. And hello, sir" Eph adds to the old hooded fellow. The man DID seem to warrant more attention to Eph. Her eyes narrow a bit.
[15:31] Cheyenne Frostwych smiled to Meralaeth as she approached and gave her a nod as Eph introduced her. She stood towards the side of Eph making sure no one was behind herself and mainly let Eph do the talking
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[15:32] Elenelle walks around and looks slightly puzzled, something sure seemed different,"vedui il'er, some celebration going about?" she looks to everyone with a hint of shyness in her eyes but her gaze last falls on Emmaline and simply smiles to her.
[15:35] StoryMaker: A Strange Old Man (Cedar Ashland) continued his arduous and hobbling steps. Though when one of the elves called out a greeting to him, he stopped walking entirely to sloooooowly lift his head as though to look to her. For a moment, the man stood in an eerie so of stillness that seemed far too complete. But then, no words spoken, his head lowered and he began to walk in their direction yet again.
[15:36] Neph: frowns and visibly winces in his proximity
[15:37] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) lifted a brow, the recognition in Emma's expression made Meri look over the man a bit more carefully, the soft lilting hum on her breath as the hint of Magic teased through the air, nothing specific, just her general awareness and accessibility. As the other women mentioned their names, she'd offer another polite dip of her head to each in turn, absorbing the names she was offered. So many new faces in the Vale these days, it was amusing, and enlightening.. The dark figure brought another tilt of her head, remembering what Emma had mentioned before, she'd move a bit closer to the side and murmur "Tis quite the day, so many kin about and yet still - so much undone..."
[15:39] Emmaline Anundr Aldin (emmaline.mynx) moved to her daughter and lightly kissed her on the young woman's glossy hair. "Vedui, LIttle Star. I missed you today." She made sure to stand closer to Elenelle, providing as much protection as she could, unsure of what the old man might do. She knew he had enough magical ability to at least open a very...VERY large portal, not an easy thing to do. When the old man changed his path and came toward them, Emma was glad of it. She'd thought she would have to go after him to question him about the Blight. Emma nodded to the newcomers, all of whom she'd met before and many of whom had donated money to begin the work on the new Elven hall.
[15:40] Ephralia Valor (Ephralia Resident) purses her lips in contemplation of the old man and his eeries silence and remarks, "Cat got your tongue or somethin'?" and interrupts her sour perusal of the fellow by first asking Emma, "Was that satchel a good thing? or a bad thing?" and also briefly smiles to Cheyenne before resuming her suspicious ogling of the hooded one.
[15:42] Cheyenne Frostwych spotted the old man from afar and watched him hobble towards them. She returned the dip of the head to Merialeth and smiled and spoke softly "well met." She gave Eph a smile and nodded to her softly and knowingly. She nudged Eph slightly and whispered "Ask Emma' about food." she said.
[15:46] StoryMaker: A Strange Old Man (Cedar Ashland) Though his progress across the stone was almost painful to watch in the effort and time it took, he /did/ eventually arrive, to stop, standing among the gathering of elves present. Again, his head rose in that slow way of concerted effort. But this time, it pivoted first one way then the other as he took in each elf with his gaze. Finally coming to rest upon Emma, the man appeared to try to speak. The first fruits of his efforts however were nothing more than a hacking cough with wheezing breaths peppered in between.
[15:47] Elenelle shuddered at the thought of Emma's cooking but says nothing. All this talk about satchels and blight had caught her attention. She would simply smile to Emmaline and then looks to this oldman. All she would do is stand there with her hands folded in-front of herself. Normally she would leave a conversation she really isn't part of but this time she choose to hold her ground. When the man spoke or rather cough in front of them her nose would wrinkly up some but she kept her composure and her ground. Her full attention was now on him.
[15:48] ~Lind'aiwe Anundr Aldin~ wanders down the path towards the Stitchery, still a bit disdained by the tear in her dress though her face showing no sign of any emotion. Being caught short by a group outside the shop and listens to see what was going on
[15:48] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) just lifted a brow at the 'cat got your tongue' comment, her gaze shifting between the others in turn, and back to Emma and the man. The soft hum still on her breath though the sense of Magic had faded for now, just the idle music as if using it to pass the time. The labored efforts of the old man's attempts to speak were met with a wince and dash of her gaze, first towards Emma, and then behind her as she moved to slip past and whisper "Going to get a drink, you have water within?" Her bright green gaze flicking to the man and moving with alacrity. If this man had any clues as to what was amiss with the Isle, Meri'd be the first to do what she could.
[15:51] Emmaline Anundr Aldin (emmaline.mynx) was quick to assure Ephralia, "A good thing, but it seems too little to provide a cure for the blight. It is clear that all the races of Valesk must work together, but any more than that is still hidden within the second satchel. When the old man began to cough, Emma stepped forward, laying a hand on his shoulder. "Would you like some water, old one?" She needed him to give her the information willingly, and she did not want any incidences with the courtyard filling with people, much less with Elenelle so close to him. "Daughter, will you get this gentleman a cup of cold water?" She said it with a look to Elenelle that she hoped she would understand as a plea to be careful all she did in his presence. When Meri asked her question, she nodded to her, letting her get the drink. "Diola lle, Meri."
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[15:52] Ephralia Valor (Ephralia Resident) explains in a rushed whisper to Cheyenne, "I got a pair of rations for us already, ma'am. I found out only ONE store-room was burned. There is another, up at the Keep of the Wardens." ... When the old guy actually hacks and coughs, Eph feels instantly guilty and steps forward to attempt to put a gentle hand on his back but is too slow and Emma gets there first! Eph says softly, "Awww ... pardon me, father. My words were hasty. Can I get you aught else beside the water?"
[15:53] Cheyenne Frostwych suddenly felt sorry for the old man as he was coughing and wheezing, it clearly wasn't easy for him to get here. She spotted Lind'Awie walking up to them and kept close tabs on her for a while as she scoped her out. Her attention was suddenly broken by Eph mentioning rations "Where?!" she said rather loudly and looked around embarrassed, blushing slightly.
[15:54] Yariel: watches the scene and realises all attention is focused on the man.. Slowly starts scanning the area and remaining watchful
[15:57] StoryMaker: A Strange Old Man (Cedar Ashland) But no sooner had these gestures and this thought of water occur then the man seemed to straighten, losing no small measure of his hunch. Too, his poise seemed less wearied and he spoke -- in a voice that seemed not all beleagured as it had given to the mind to be before. "Such kindness as if gifted can only be from the Eldari," he said. Kindness, if Emma remembered. A theme of topic for the man, it seemed. Giving none of them any answers truly, he turned his gaze to Emma. "But the answers you seek do not lie within the second satchel. That is a gift to be given the Tari for her aid - and cannot be known until her aid is realised, I am afraid."
[16:01] Elenelle gives Emmaline a look but it fades, just as she was about to go off and get the water, someone else had volunteered so she let them obtain it for him. Her eyes would wonder around the courtyard and her attention returns to Emma,"shall I go? This seems to be an important gathering... less my ears are welcomed to hear?" she glances around the courtyard again, things seem much different since her last visit.
[16:01] ~Lind'aiwe Anundr Aldin~ stands silently at the back of the crowd with a smile at having spotted two of her elven kin. Her fingers finding their way to the locket at her throat with a gentle caress, the feel of the locket making her hum an old elven lullaby with a smile
[16:02] Ephralia Valor (Ephralia Resident) puts her hands on her hips and puzzles over the fellow's words and also his taller posture. After a while, Eph says over her shoulder to Cheyenne, "Um, back at the Cottage, ma'am." and then glances at Linda'aiew and Yariel and greets, "Greetings to you!"
[16:02] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) dashed a glance back at Emma "N'dela no'ta, Cousin" <don't worry> then padded swiftly inside, her steps light, gaze flashing about as she headed straight to the back room where she remembered Lunaris had gone, pouring a cup of water from the pitcher there, and bringing it out to offer it to the man, now seemingly surrounded by so many. Meri'd keep a respectful distance, waiting until he had offered his attention before handing over the mug, a quick cantrip - the soft trill of Magic in the air - used to clean and flavor the water with mint. She'd pause before him, only to realize the shift in his demeanour, her gaze sharpening and the cup still held warily if desired. But his words gave them pause and her expression shifted ever so slightly, that soft hum again on her breath as she glanced between Emma and the others once more. THe mention of the satchel confirming in her mind what Emma had spoken of before, but how... and - a Tari?? What??
[16:04] Cheyenne Frostwych she listened to the old man who seemed rather wise, maybe what he was saying carried weight to it. She licked her lips at Eph' told her were the rations were and was tempted to run back there right this instant.
[16:06] Emmaline Anundr Aldin (emmaline.mynx) glanced around to those present. She'd told no one of her past. No one was aware of her role in Tiallon but Elenelle, but of late, more survivors from that doomed realm had somehow made their way to the Isle of Valesk. She took Elenelle's hand, preventing her leaving. Emma bowed deeply to the old man and told him, "Kindness is the fruit of love and love is the web of life. It is for this that all elves must live. Is this not true? It would be a kindness if you shared with us the cure to this cursed blight." She'd noticed his strange transition from one posture to the next. Was it madness? "I offer you the same kindnesses that I offer all elves who have found their way to Valesk."
[16:11] StoryMaker: A Strange Old Man (Cedar Ashland) When Merialeth returned with the glass of water she had fetched, the hooded head of the strange old man moved in her direction. She would have the feeling in this moment that the entirety of the man's focus was upon her very being, as though he saw her with eyes unseeing that somehow knew the fabric of her soul. And yet, his face remained in shadow still. Slowly as he'd raised his head, his hand stretched out for the water offered. And just as slowly he took the opportunity to drink. When finished, his attention returned again to Emma, cup held in a way that seemed as if it were already forgotten. "You were kind then to the satchel I gave you. If you know of the second. And what of the other item within?"
[16:14] Ephralia Valor (Ephralia Resident) backs up a pace to stand by Cheyenne. The old man's riddles, somehow, seemed to have weight and did not seem to be mere rantings.
[16:15] Cheyenne Frostwych leans half on Eph as she listened to the old man, she considered what he was saying and it seemed worth listening too for now.
[16:16] Elenelle blinks as Emma grabs her hand but just nods and remains in her spot. She would offer a kind smile to the strange old man. Elen however would not say anything further, letting Emmaline handle this, or who-ever.
[16:17] Emmaline Anundr Aldin (emmaline.mynx) told him of the pair who had come seeking any and all information about the blight, and how they had added knowledge to what they had already known, recounting it as faithfully as she could. "It was, thanks to them, the realization that all races of the island must work together if the blight is to be healed. But what, Old One, is it that we must do? Is it kindness that will turn the hand of the blight from its hateful battering of our land?" She was desperate to find the cure before Valesk dried up like a withered prune and its people forced to escape to better lands. "I asked the satchel, most kindly to open, and it did for me. Will you do the same?"
[16:19] ~Lind'aiwe Anundr Aldin~ remains at the back still watching the goings on in the courtyard, her humming never ceasing and thinks to herself of her torn dress, though knowing it could wait as she was curious of the other happenings
[16:19] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan)'s eyes shifted to where the hooded man's face would have been. The intensity of that gaze sent a shiver through her, the soft rustling about her as her chin lifted and the cup was offered away. Her hand clasping the opposite wrist, her head tipping aside as she perused him as carefully as he'd watched her, and yet, felt... as if she'd been found wanting. Her eyes finally shifted aside to Emma as he spoke once more, taking in every word and committing it to memory, that soft hum on her breath again, and the tease of Magic through the air once more. Her glance tipping to Emma as she murmurs softly "The scroll, did you read the scroll?" She'd remembered seeing it when the first satchel was opened, and couldn't help but think that was what the man was referring to.
[16:26] StoryMaker: A Strange Old Man (Cedar Ashland) The strange old man seemed unphased by Merialeth's perusal of him. He also seemed unaware, however, and perhaps it was only that he had not realised it for the shifting of his attention from her. And while Emmaline spoke in answer to his query, the hooded head moved his gaze about the courtyard again, taking in the growing numbers. "You have understanding then. Answer me, child. The image of tattooed warriors that you saw, with scars and surrounded by flame - who is it you think them? And of the long-haired damsel with wings - who is it you think them?" He continued on, in heavily measured rhythm of his questions, as if there were some meaning yet behind the way he asked and not merely that he questioned. "And of the fish swimming in water - who is it you think them? And of the wolf that howls upon the mountains - who is it that you think them?"
[16:28] Ephralia Valor (Ephralia Resident) murmurs, "The long-haired damsel with wings sounds like Crystiel the Uncrowned." then explains to Cheyenne, "That's a fairy with a book I ran across last night."
[16:29] Cheyenne Frostwych nods to Eph and eyes the long haired girl and murmurs back "Should we stay?" she asked, secretly wanting to go back home.
[16:30] Emmaline Anundr Aldin (emmaline.mynx) nodded to Meri, but her eyes never leaving the old man, and then she paused, looking over his head. That tune...she'd heard it before--long ago. But at his words, she turned her attention back toward him when he asked his questions. "The fish, I think the ruler of the Mer. The howling wolf, I think the ruler of the garou. The tattooed warriors, I think the female who came to see me with her questions about the blight, though she was of a race I had never heard tell of before, and the winged damsel, the ruler of the fae. Am I far wrong, Old one?" She wished she could have spoken of all this with every elf present. There was wisdom in a multitude of council.
[16:31] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan)'s brows furrowed as he spoke, the cadence and the words taken in as well, the tip of her head back towards Emma once more, hoping it was that she knew the answers he sought. "Except Crystiel has no wings, she's earthbound..." the words coming half-unthinking, the shake of her head as she tried to muddle out the rest, there were few other winged ones... but maybe Emma would know. Hopefully.
[16:33] ~Lind'aiwe Anundr Aldin~ steps closer to the group with a smile her humming ceasing for the moment as she watches the tall elven woman who seems is being questioned by the hooded figure. Something about the elf causing her to nearly stare
[16:39] StoryMaker: A Strange Old Man (Cedar Ashland) The strange old man listened, and though his face was hidden you somehow /knew/ he did. Perhaps it was the stillness that seemed to otherwise seep into him. Such a stillness could not be natural by any means. And yet. "On all accounts but one, dear girl. For the warriors you have not quite hit the mark." He paused and it was long enough it might seem as if he did not intend to speak again. However, he looked to Ephralia for her interjection. Just looked, without a word. And then he looked to Merialeth for hers. Again, he merely looked. Nothing spoken to her. And after a time he turned his gaze to Emmaline once more. "Think of the groups upon Valesk. Think and consider ... then answer again."
[16:39] Lιттle Ƭree (cedar.ashland): ((roll your knowledge ranked roll please Emma -- and anyone who would like to take a crack at the riddle))
[16:40] Merialeth Windstar rolls R6 (IoV:#9715#): 18 - Gimme Answers!
[16:42] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan)'s brows furrowed, the glance met, and his silence only absorbed as the rest, her eyes flicking them to Emma, the whisper under her breath of what was spoken of, and then the light of realization in her gaze "Emma, who are the protectors - those who would cast into the flames those that are of evil and hate..." Her eyes pleading with her to make the connection, her gaze darting upwards beyond the vale and back to Emma once more, wanting -her- to make the choice.
[16:43] Elenelle rolls R5 (CC:c354): 17, Solving the riddle, the bookwarm does!
[16:44] Emmaline Anundr Aldin (emmaline.mynx) could not help but notice the young woman as she inched closer and closer. She was striking looking, and Emma was sure she had been the one humming that tune, the tune that had both comforted her and handed her sorrow at the same time for the last eighty years. And then the old man spoke once more and she knew without question what the answer must be. "The Wardens, of course. I do not know how I missed it before.
[16:44] Sira'Kess watched on quietly with idle curiosity, looking over all those nearby. Taking in each persons features, clothing condition, stature, voice and inflection then moving on to the next.
[16:44] Ephralia Valor rolls R2 (IoV:#1ada#): 8 - to crack riddle
[16:45] Emmaline Anundr Aldin (emmaline.mynx) glanced over to Meri, nodding. She was right!
[16:45] Emmaline Anundr Aldin rolls R5 (IoV:#7c28#): 24 - just for the heck of it
[16:49] Elenelle looks to Emmaline,"I think I figured what he is going on about but I am not certain, it's not the races but their different skill or expertise in fighting?" scratches her head and looks back to her Atara to see what she thinks. At least she would try to sound smart.
[16:52] StoryMaker: A Strange Old Man (Cedar Ashland) waited as those about him considered his words and their meaning. But when Emma spoke, he gave a nod, slow as every other move he'd managed. "Good. Very .... good," he answered. Then he took another step or two towards her. "But now consider, the Eldari part. Why would you be needed, to round up these leaders for a cure? What is it that leaders do, if not lead? And what is it that they lead, if not groups of people?" Another pause, this time where his hooded head turned to pull his gaze upon Elenelle. Again, however, he did not speak. Just looked. And after a moment, looked to Emmaline again. "But you have forgotten, one other item drawn upon the scroll."
[16:54] ~Lind'aiwe Anundr Aldin~ tries to think of an answer yet not coming up with one, smiling now to the elven woman standing near the other. Her eyes never leaving the one they called Emma. her heart racing though not letting it show on her features, simply hums again
[16:55] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) felt strangely relieved, though as the man continued to speak, her eyes flickered again between Emma and him. She hadn't been there when the scroll ws unfurled, more's the pity, so she'd just keep that soft lilting hum in the air as if trying to soothe Emma's thoughts, help her think more clearly and able to discern what she was being asked.
[17:00] Emmaline Anundr Aldin (emmaline.mynx) nodded to Elenelle. "Uma, my daughter. I think you are right." She looked to the old man once more, waiting to see what he would add, determined to find out all she could before he opened his portal and escaped her once more. And yet he spoke again, and she knew.....and whispered the word, "Fire." She knew then, knew it to the soles of her feet. Knew it to the stars in the heavens, and right now it was as if the Star Sisters were singing to her, singing through that young elf. She turned slowly toward the old man, standing straight and asked him, "What would you have me do? There is a pot with wings in the center of the scroll. It and the fire are all that is left." She felt drained and suddenly wished she were still holding Elenelle's hand.
[17:02] Ephralia Valor (Ephralia Resident) chews her lower lip in silence. So far, the riddle was all opaque to her. At the word 'Fire' Eph stops fidgeting and enters a nicely elven stillness of spirit.
[17:02] Cheyenne Frostwych didn't even attempt at the riddle instead looked to Eph' for an answer.
[17:03] Elenelle placed her hand reassuringly on Emmaline's shoulder with a gentle smile. She sensed something up with Emma and stood by her to show her support. She nods once and looks back to the strange old man, getting a small shiver in her spine that she barely hides.
[17:04] StoryMaker: A Strange Old Man (Cedar Ashland) Slowly, the strange old man gave a nod. And slowly, he seemed to draw in breath. As if the drained feeling Emmaline felt was realised by him as well. "Think carefully then, child," he said. "What is it that comes of fire when painted in imagery? And too, consider what a pot might hold -- and what sort of creature might have wings. Imagery here is clue. And yet those two last must be placed together. Make the sense the image lacks. And for the first that you had mentioned -- The fire too represents a group, as well it represents its lead."
[17:08] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) blinked a little - a pot with wings.. and fire? Her eyes darting again to the old man, her brain scanning through - why did that sound familiar - blast it... She'd spoken with the Warden, Bradock and she remembered what she'd seen within, the fire, the lemon... blast it - but she didn't remember it all. "I'm trying to remember, Emma, I spoke with the Harbinger, the scroll he had - we used the fire to find it's message... but..." she couldn't remember the rest!!!!
[17:10] Ephralia Valor (Ephralia Resident) "It's spicy stew fiery hot but so good you feel like flying." Eph's always got a contribution, just seldom one you really wanted.
[17:10] Merialeth Windstar rolls R6 (IoV:#8a94#): 20 - Gotta remember...
[17:10] Nephriel: Surely we talk of a creature. the pot of ashes and a fire.. only bring ot mind the imagery of something to rise and be reborn once more
[17:12] Ephralia Valor rolls R2 (IoV:#820a#): 5 - - for the miracle of sudden enlightenment
[17:13] ~Lind'aiwe Anundr Aldin~ hums as she fingers the locket at her neck, still staring at the Elven woman near the younger elf, such a striking resemblance shed ponder a long moment though shaking the thoughts from her mind as they couldnt be right. Finding now a peace in song
[17:14] Rei Anundr Aldin (rei.lowtide) strolled out to the Vale. He remained in the background to figure out what this gathering was.
[17:14] Emmaline Anundr Aldin (emmaline.mynx) looked from person to person as each gave their opinion. She thought of creatures with wings....birds, fairies, dragons, avariels, and wings also spoke of travel, but the pot.... a mage's cauldron, a honey pot, a pot to mix things in. The girl's song came to her again and she tried to let the old lullaby fill her mind and calm her along with Meri's magical Song. ((rolling))
[17:14] Emmaline Anundr Aldin rolls R5 (IoV:#dcba#): 23 - Here goes nothing!
[17:15] Lind'aiwe Anundr Aldin rolls R5 (CC:c358): 10, another epic fail?
[17:15] Elenelle (kieana.eilde): ((the force is strong in this one))
[17:16] Luna Darkmatter (leilaniraine.faith): ( > < )
[17:17] StoryMaker: A Strange Old Man (Cedar Ashland) As the chatter began, with each of those nearby who held some idea, handing them in offering to Emma, the strange old man did nothing, save stand and listen to it all.
[17:18] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) blinked... just... blinked. Her eyes shifting to Emma, the shiver rolling down her back and making the soft rustling even more pronounced as the color drained, then refilled her features "Emma... your talents... Your Magic.. the fire is light... your light. The light of the People... and - the pot... well, pots hold water.. a Blessed water... " Her smile softening, finally reaching to touch at Emma's arm once more. "Emma, you are the light of the People here, you must know that... who else could it be that we all look towards?"
[17:20] Sira'Kess picked at his boots and grimaced as the conversation continued on. He didn't like where this was going, didn't like riddles. He rested his hands behind his head and laid back against the tree. As the old man became silent he tilted back his hood and paid closer attention to the old man in the hood.
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[17:21] Emmaline Anundr Aldin (emmaline.mynx) looked to Meri and then to those standing around the courtyard, eyes on the young elf who sang her song, and then on Elenelle, but finally settling on the Old Man once more. "Is Meri correct in what she says? The fire is the light of the Elves of the Vale and the pot is pouring out of a blessing?"
[17:25] StoryMaker: A Strange Old Man (Cedar Ashland) canted his head as if torn between consideration and approval. Another step taken towards Emma and then he spoke answer to her question. "In imagery, fire brings idea of light. This light is the way defined for a people, the Eldari of The Vale. And too in fire is the marker by which their Tari is known. Who might their Tari be, child? Who is it? Do you know?" Another step and no matter that he drew closer there was no better sight of what laid beneath his hood. "The fire is but one item; the blessed water another. It is the part this group will play in the isle's cure. There is a marker upon the scroll there, did you miss it or did you see? That leads you to this blessed water -- Or ..." Here, abruptly, not slowly, the strange old man's hooded head snapped so that he looked to Merialeth with his next words. "She can show you. Blessed as is she."
[17:29] Elenelle smiles and places her hands infront of herself and glances around to everyone else in the area. She too hears the song and starts singing softly with her, joining in sync but not going any louder than any whisper. Her eyes wonder back to the strange old man then looks to Emmaline,"looks like your calling has return..." she falls silent not wanting to give up too much about Emmaline, not wanting to get in trouble, though if the woman keeps calling the foreign princess her daughter, most people can put the pieces together by themselves.
[17:33] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) felt the shivers arrow down her spine as he snapped his head to regard her. Meri's eyes widening and the rustle of her form as she held his gaze, the sudden intake of breath and the silver shimmer coming into sight as she just stared. Her wings curling tight about her and lifting her chin somewhat, eyes widening. "I know what he means...." It was the only place Meri'd ever lost her enchantment, without meaning to. At Valeska's feet
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[17:35] Emmaline Anundr Aldin (emmaline.mynx) looks over to Meri. The cross hairs over the waters. It had to be, and Meri could lead them to the blessed one--Valeska, she said. Could it be? Was it possible that only Valeska could end this blight? It must be! But the Tari of the Eldari, that was something else entirely. Emma kneeled, not feeling the unforgiving stone beneath her. "I am the Tari," she said, no longer whispering, magic woven into the words, her own Song, giving life to the words so that they were more than spoken, they were proclaimed in Truth, the truth she now recognized and submitted to.
[17:36] Sira'Kess arched an eyebrow at the exchange, all so very interesting. He'd would have much work to do by the end of all this. He smiled under his traveling mask and continued observing from afar.
[17:37] Rei Anundr Aldin (rei.lowtide) heard the songs of magical weavers. It had him bow his head and rub his temples. He had heard Meri use her voice - but now there were more of them on the Isle. It was so familiar, it almost hurt. A proclaimed Tari... uhh, his skin felt too tight for his own body. Maybe he was entering withdrawal again.
[17:37] Ephralia Valor (Ephralia Resident) inhales deeply, a placid expression on her face. Upon exhale, she orates in a clear, penetrating voice, "
Emmaline, I deem, is undisputed leader of the Vale.
With her we stand undaunted, without her we will fail.
A nation starts with few indeed, yet one and all are kin,
Spiritually united, the Eldari begin
As softly as a snowflake falls, but gathering mass and might
Until with thunder at our backs we make the darkness bright.!
O Emmaline, our Tari proud, we stand with you as one.
Our family will grow to shine as brightly as the sun!
" and then lapses to silence, just quietly happy, almost as if unaware of the veritable trumpet-blast of her own voice.
[17:41] Mystogan Vokunkiin (damien.huet) steps to the side to Emma out of a black swirling portal, his footsteps silent and his cloak flowing to the side a bit as he stepped out, nodding his head to everyone
[17:42] Elenelle stands by, ready to assist Emma as she suddenly kneel on the ground and tries to be reassuring with her presence. She was a little startled by the sudden change of things and tries to replay what had just happened in her head.
[17:42] StoryMaker: A Strange Old Man (Cedar Ashland) did not react at first to the Tari's proclomation. Instead, he stood in that way that was too still, letting the words be built upon magic woven in Truth. His gaze had been set upon Meri, but upon Ephralia's lifted words it drew towards Emmaline again, as well her daughter. And when done, he spoke, his voice taking on once more a wheeze between words that seemed suddenly old and hoarse. "And so the Tari's aid has been realised. And so, the mystery of the second satchel may be known." Not that /he/ thought it worthwhile to divulge the information of said mystery, oh no. "The blessed water will be the Eldari's part," was what he said thereafter, implying perhaps there were other parts to make the whole. "Now you know all the scroll's answers. Put the pieces together." And after, he began to move in that all too effortful way again. Past Emmaline. Past Merialeth. Walking past them all and towards the mountains.
[17:45] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) had been so caught up in what was going on that she hadn't looked about her, her eyes flicking now around those collected, the stranger standing so close, Meri'd subconsciously pull away and stare, on her guard, her wings once more rustling around her. The chills still racing down her spine, but the familiar cloaked figure in the background brought a faint smile to her features before she'd watch as Emma knelt before the man. The words offered a surprise, and as Ephralia chanted, that bright green gaze flicked to her in turn before returning to Emma once more, the soft nod of her head as if it all made sense. Her smile slowly forming, eyes laying now upon the hooded man as he shifted once more and moved past, slowly as before, her murmured words "Safe travels to you... and Her light upon you." offered before watching him disappear from sight.
[17:52] Emmaline Anundr Aldin (emmaline.mynx) rose, thinking she might be dreaming, that all that had transpired would be gone when she awoke. Elenelle was not really here. She was dead just as Emma had believed all these years. The Blight was not coming to an end. The elves had not formed together to begat a new family, a whole family. It was all a dream, surely. The old man's words seemed to make it more real, and she said to him in the Ancient Tongue, <May fair winds take you to the Farlands. May the sun be at your back. May the Light bless you in your going, and may the moon guide you back.>
[17:52] Sira'Kess took in everything with a smile before getting up and brushing off the dirt. He looked around once more before departing to the shore. He mark well the faces of those near especially this..... "Tari" his eyes would linger on her longest.
[17:52] Ephralia Valor (Ephralia Resident) strides over toward Emmaline, seeming sure and calm. Eph pronounces matter-of-factly, "Out of memory and over the sea I have come, with destiny made clear only now. My Tari, I offer you my sword, my honor, and my life's blood." and falls into the ancient kneel of fealty, offering the hilt of her sword toward Emma, who Eph already knows perfeclty well has talents more toward magic than martial arms, but this is about symbolism, not practicality. The hobbling, hooded man Eph lets retire in peace. She'll think further on who or what that fellow is at leisure later. For now -- offering her sword is the thing to do!
[17:56] Emmaline Anundr Aldin (emmaline.mynx) takes the sword and as naturally as water weaving its way through the brook, touched Ephralia on each side of her shoulders and said, the Truth Song once again woven into her Song, "A cry across the land, a cry of home and country. My home is yours. My Song is yours. Arise and beside me, stand."