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 Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 6:36 pm
The largest elven city in the Elneth Woods, Archevelt is held up among the magical races as a prime example of how useless humans are. Any human city this size would have been crawling with disease, famine, and thieves. In contrast, Archevelt is a clean city of grace and beauty, blending perfectly with the surrounding trees, a triumph of elven archetecture. It has three markets, in which you can find almost anything.
NPC population: 3,596
Character homes: 0
Character businesses: 0
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 7:28 am
The mighty hooves tapped steadily on the light cobble like road. The famous architecture stood high and almost touched the sky. Some treetops bowed for the might of the wind and the sunlight was reflected by many things. Archevelt, city of elves and magic.
Anaylen looked upon some of the younger elves and wondered if they knew about their history. The elder certainly would, and they would know Anaylen. So many glory departed, the grace of so many things shed. A shamefull fact, something that would hurt everyone who knew.
Calmly they went on down the street, going through the large crowd. She would visit an old friend, Aramir Deunden. He lived here for a long time she knew, preferring the busy city.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2005 7:51 am
And so the rare creature went on her way through the most large magical city. The streets were crowded, the markets full of wares and the atmosphere was splendid. Though, it was not all good. This was something not many knew, just a few. You could probably count them on two hands, if you wished.
For the history some carried with them, was not the most brightlooking. And how much you wished history would erase itself, you knew it would only repeat. To Anaylen however, would it not be such a marvelous future. She sighed, trying to go on through these busy streets. She just wondered what it was, Aramir loved about this so much. Perhaps it remembered him about his previous home, all this smooth architecture, the soft sounds at night, the good sphere around here.
No, Anaylen did not know. But there was just one thing she knew about him; he was one of the greater men in her history. He was someone who would live in her memory, eventhough he would soon pass on to the next. Yes, not only in her memory, not just in her heart, but also in myths about him that already started to be told. Aramir Deunden was, so to be said, a great warrior and even a greater king. He was the man who united them all before all fell again.
But our lovely lady on that white horse knew who he really was. Of course, he was the man who united all and of course, he was a great king indeed. But just the things all did not know, she knew. Anaylen knew how the man behind the curtains was, how he was driven mad by all the glory. How he was blinded by the glimmering gold and how he almost died in a stroke of madness.
All these stories, myths and tales could not harm the wonderful memories about him, about the true Aramir. Nor they could make the bad things fade...
Anaylen took a left, onto the stairs. Many looked at her like she was a crasy woman, riding here. But she did not care, she did not hesitate by all these staring eyes. She just gave them a kind smile and went on with what she was doing.
It was not long ago since Anaylen had seen Aramir's death in her dreams. She knew he wanted her there, for he had to tell her something. He had send her a letter a few years ago that it would not be long anymore and that he still had to see her. Now, Anaylen just awaited the right moment, which had come today. She knew that he would die withing a few days, perhaps a week. If he was lucky Aramir would die just after he had spoken to Anaylen for he suffered from a dreadful disease.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 8:57 am
Anaylen could still smell it from her dreams, the flesh which had rotten away underneath the silver mask. The piercing blue eyes that would stare at her in a friendly way, yet it was threatening. Anaylen could still see the white robes around Aramir, dancing a little in the soft breeze that came from the open window.
Anaylen was actually glad to know in which state she would find her friend, otherwise she would have gasped at him unable to say anything. It was dreadful, so dreadful from what he was suffering. She still wondered if there was no cure, but there probably wouldn't be as not even the elves could help him.
The white horse quickened its pace, going through some alleys. Galatriel would probably know that they were almost there, almost at his home. If Anaylen remembered right, it was not a too large house. It indeed was great architecture, inspired by the elves. It was a white place, with a lot of inscriptions. It was graceful eventhough it was built from the ideas of a man.
Thinking about it, she soon saw the house from her memory. Yes, this was it. The tall trees, the many flowers and the scent of some herbs. A smile was put on her face as she stopped the horse and just looked up to something she had always liked, even as a child.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 8:17 am
The gates opened in front of her, as she approached. Anaylen smiled broadly, stopping her horse in front of the manor. She got of it and gave the reigns to a stableboy, who quickly brought Galatriel away to rest and to drink.
Anaylen herself took her hood off and ascended the steps, to the grand entrance. When she stood in front of them she did not hesitate, but entered immediately.
Inside the manor it was all tall and curly, just like she remembered. It even smelled the same, except for the faint smell of rotten flesh on the background.
Calmly she observed her surroundings and waited for a servant to greet her and acknowledge her presence.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 11:15 am
"This way, Lady." A servant had a appeared, seemingly from nowhere, and was gesturing towards some stairs hidden in the back, that looked ready to fall apart.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 12:50 pm
Anaylen looked at the servant and followed his gesture instantly, to the stairs. The woman did not fear to fall when on it, for one she was a light creature and did not weigh much. Two, she wore a gift from Mother Earth; it would protect her.
Anaylen liften her robes and skirt a little up, to not trip over the white fabrics as she stepped upon the stairs.
Anaylen wondered what Aramir had to say to her, why he had to talk to her before his death. She smiled a little, as she looked forward on seeing an old friend again. She knew that he would not look like the young and dashing Aramir she once knew, but more like a corpse. Unkind, but true.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2005 6:06 pm
Surprisingly enough, Aramir was actually standing, although he was leaning on the windowsill when she came in. "Anaylen, it's so good to see you," he said with a shaky smile. "Please, sit down." He gestured at a small table with two chairs. In his hand was a piece of parchment, empty except for a block of script in the center.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2005 4:13 am
Anaylen reached out for the doorknob, and then opened the door. To her surprise Aramir stood on his feet, something she had not expected.
Her lips curled up in a kind smile, as she saw him again. "It has been too long, Aramir." she responded to his greeting. Anaylen nodded to him and sat down on the chair at the table. Her eyes were locked onto Aramir, as she tried to see what he was holding in his hand; what it meant. Questions started to ponder about it, but most of all she wondered how he had been holding up.
"How are you?" she asked him, knowing that he could answer it properly whitout feeling offended because he was ill and dieing.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 2:47 pm
"Better than I expected at this point, but as you know, that's not saying much." He gave her a small smile and sat down in the other chair. "It may be due to the small ray of hope I found under my door a couple weeks ago." He slid her the parchment.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 2:51 pm
Silent in the shining sun
The questing hero shall make their run
Through hilly vale and mountain pass
To find their goal at long last.
That silent Staff of unshed tears
Made to banish untold fears
This same goal is thy only hope
To lift thy curse of unknown scope.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 2:54 pm
Aramir gave her a solemn look. "I know not who sent it, or what it means by this 'Staff of unshed tears', but if it means a chance to lift the curse that is slowly killing me..."
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2005 1:01 am
Anaylen gave him a small nod as reply on his wellfair. She took the paper and read it, first not understanding it. Again she read it, her eyes gliding over it, not taking it as literally as it was written.
Anaylen looked up from the parchment as Aramir spoke again. "You want me to find the Staff of unshed tears?" she asked, looking at the written words again. "Are you afraid of what is coming? Afraid of death, afraid of anything you never spoke about?" Anaylen asked. She never murmered, being told that murmered words were to be forgotten. The woman looked up to her friend again. "It says that this same goal; to banish untold fears and the curse, the same goal. The only hope." Anaylen looked at Aramir questioning but realised that there were so many ways to read these few words of great meaning. "Or I am completely wrong, and I will just have to go in the silent shining sun, through hilly vale and through mountain pass." Then, she fell silent for a while. "Mountain pass.. One would say the Tarin mountains were meant, but first I have to go through hilly vale. Cahen hills, perhaps? Or the Saline hills?" she asked herself, trying to figure where that staff was.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2005 10:23 pm
"It is up to you. Yes, I am afraid, a little...it surprised me, until I found that parchment, I thought I was ready. But now..." He said. "Suddenly there is so much to do. I have reason to believe that more of our kind survived than we had thought. And...Mirala may be rising again."
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2005 12:02 am
That little statement seemed to stroke her down and left her stunned. She lost her equilibrium for only the tenth of a second, found herself again, and kept herself together. More of their kind survived. That made so many things possible, it gave so many chances. Perhaps she would see a familiar face..!
Than, Aramir spoke about Mirala.
"Mirala?" she begun, not entirely sure if he spoke about something she knew. "More important, what is your reason to believe this?" she asked him, her eyes slightly bigger due to her amazement and interest. Aramir would be able to read her curiousity from her face, and the will to find the staff in her eyes.
Anaylen sat back and kept her gaze focussed on Aramir as she lay the parchment back on the table.
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