Her mind struggles with truth, lies and desires while P’Nala uses the magick still remaining to cleanse the young elfs mind. Her brows furrowing before the rain comes and washes the dark goo from her body. She feels Karana’s blessing and her face relaxes into a state of contentment while thanking Karana and Tunare for the rain. She had made thanking the Gods for the rain a habit formed by her love of rain.
Her eyes blink as she tries to open them against the drops plinking in and around them. Her face and body cleansed by the comforting rain she sits up looking at the other members of the party with a apologetic attempt at a smile for she had full memory of what she had done. Her smile is replaced with fear the moment she realizes Stormfollower is not with the group.
She stands up rushing to the shore’s edge and peers at the water for any sight of him. She did not know the Mage and his servants had been conquered by the party and feared for Stormfollower. She looked at the others wondering what would have had happened that they would leave him behind and her heart sank with belief that he was dead or had also succumbed to the Mage’s trickery.
Her heart sank as she refused to believe either and she decided she would watch the waters edge, but only a short while then she would return to challenge the Mage and all his servants to reclaim the brother of her heritage. She softly whispers, “Please Tunare, not him.” as she prepares herself for yet another dive.
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Willa runs to Mujbura.
"All is well young one." Willanaome says smiling. "The enemies have been destroyed and the rest of our companions will be along soon. Just rest here."
Meanwhile, below the surface, Sineliniel sends Fluffy to assist Stormfollower to the surface safely as she sees him slowly floating upwards.
Gilliadson takes Sineliniel and their daughter's hands as they work their way to the surface.
"All is well young one." Willanaome says smiling. "The enemies have been destroyed and the rest of our companions will be along soon. Just rest here."
Meanwhile, below the surface, Sineliniel sends Fluffy to assist Stormfollower to the surface safely as she sees him slowly floating upwards.
Gilliadson takes Sineliniel and their daughter's hands as they work their way to the surface.
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While she had been quick to dive to Stormfollower's aid with no regard to her own safety, she was still unsure. She backed off as the others started arriving and hovered on the periphery. She had entered their presence on the verge of death and now she felt stronger than ever. What would they do with her now?
What remained of the fleet was approaching the shore under Jetamio's hesitant command upon the highest ranking ship that had survied the assualt. Tajer sensed her awkwardness for the Druid knew little of ships, but she and the crew were doing the best to sift through the shipwrecks and pluck the survivors from the water.
What remained of the fleet was approaching the shore under Jetamio's hesitant command upon the highest ranking ship that had survied the assualt. Tajer sensed her awkwardness for the Druid knew little of ships, but she and the crew were doing the best to sift through the shipwrecks and pluck the survivors from the water.
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She had nodded towards Willa confidently, but eyes of concern turned towards the sea. Soft whispers to her Goddess beg for his survival and well-being. She lowered her eyes, realizing her selfishness and begged forgiveness of her Goddess while also asking for the safety of the others still battling within the water and survivors off the boats. Hopeful eyes return to the water waiting, just waiting.... And praying.
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He trudged out of the water and wearily approached a beached log. He sat down, his hair matted against his face. He was thankful for the water dripping down his face and hiding his tears. Looking out to the remaining boats he noted how few they were and which ones were missing.
The Anxsiada, the pride of the fishing fleet was gone, as were the Golden Gil, the Treasa, and the Madrigal III. All fishing boats and the only ones with the fine nets used to fish for the pinfish of these waters. There would be no pinfish this year, regardless of the state of the waters.
The Goblin Queen was gone and many of the other sleeker scouting vessels had joined her at the bottom of the sea. Stormfollower could only pray that the passengers and crew of those vessels were safely rescued. He would have to wait and see. Still the black funeral barge of Remis sat in the bay looming ironically behind the other remaining ships.
The world weary shaman looked over at his companions, then turned slowly back to his watch over the sea. He could bear no words to pass his lips. His tribe was decimated and he knew the grim sea would give up few of her dead, if any. He watched as one by one the small landing boats came to shore with the survivors and he was grateful for every face he saw. But before long everyone was on shore and he knew who they were missing. The lamentation of the women stung his ears and the men anger at their shortcomings was too much to bear. Pulling his face out of his hands he stood and wandered off down the beach away from the plaintiff eyes of his people who waited for him to speak,,to bring them hope as he always managed to do..but no words passed his lips and now he walked away.
The Anxsiada, the pride of the fishing fleet was gone, as were the Golden Gil, the Treasa, and the Madrigal III. All fishing boats and the only ones with the fine nets used to fish for the pinfish of these waters. There would be no pinfish this year, regardless of the state of the waters.
The Goblin Queen was gone and many of the other sleeker scouting vessels had joined her at the bottom of the sea. Stormfollower could only pray that the passengers and crew of those vessels were safely rescued. He would have to wait and see. Still the black funeral barge of Remis sat in the bay looming ironically behind the other remaining ships.
The world weary shaman looked over at his companions, then turned slowly back to his watch over the sea. He could bear no words to pass his lips. His tribe was decimated and he knew the grim sea would give up few of her dead, if any. He watched as one by one the small landing boats came to shore with the survivors and he was grateful for every face he saw. But before long everyone was on shore and he knew who they were missing. The lamentation of the women stung his ears and the men anger at their shortcomings was too much to bear. Pulling his face out of his hands he stood and wandered off down the beach away from the plaintiff eyes of his people who waited for him to speak,,to bring them hope as he always managed to do..but no words passed his lips and now he walked away.
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She attempted a smile which was outweighed by the frown as Stormfollower passed by her without words. As he sits on the log her eyes lower as she turns away from him allowing his time to rest,,,, and grieve. Her heart breaks with the knowledge of what she had done in the water and shame sears into the cracks of her broken heart.
She heads to the make-shift camp to help some of the survivors, setting them as comfortably as possible on the shore, always keeping a concerned eye on Stormfollower. She smiles warmly towards the survivors she tends, while others help the small groups of them coming ashore. Well placed herbs and bandages made of leaves perform the perfect composite of Tunare’s blessings from Mujbura’s hands.
As Stormfollower walks from his people she finishes up quickly with the last injured survivor and walks around the others with a warm smile. The blessing of Tunare touches each person who meets her smile, the blessing bringing warmth and comfort that washes over them.
As she nears the edge of the group she pauses a moment watching the heartbroken Shaman. It was painfully obvious his wounds were deeper than any flesh could bear. His once strong face that would confront any foe now streaked with sadness. She chewed her lower lip softly as she debated within herself whether to leave him alone or approach. Typically she would always just stay silently on the sidelines, observing, from the trees or bushes. Her lineage had provided the perfect vessel for a child of nature, for it was made from it.
She continues to chew her lower lip softly as she approaches him ever so slowly. She had hoped his anger towards her would be buried beneath his sorrow and they could deal with that another time. Right now her concern was him, his strength needed replenishing and a leader can never truly lead when their mind is clouded. Her tiny fingers slide across the palm of his hand then disappear as they intertwine with his large fingers. And so she stands with him, silently praying The Mother give him her strength. Another muted prayer for the shattered heart that beats within his chest.
She heads to the make-shift camp to help some of the survivors, setting them as comfortably as possible on the shore, always keeping a concerned eye on Stormfollower. She smiles warmly towards the survivors she tends, while others help the small groups of them coming ashore. Well placed herbs and bandages made of leaves perform the perfect composite of Tunare’s blessings from Mujbura’s hands.
As Stormfollower walks from his people she finishes up quickly with the last injured survivor and walks around the others with a warm smile. The blessing of Tunare touches each person who meets her smile, the blessing bringing warmth and comfort that washes over them.
As she nears the edge of the group she pauses a moment watching the heartbroken Shaman. It was painfully obvious his wounds were deeper than any flesh could bear. His once strong face that would confront any foe now streaked with sadness. She chewed her lower lip softly as she debated within herself whether to leave him alone or approach. Typically she would always just stay silently on the sidelines, observing, from the trees or bushes. Her lineage had provided the perfect vessel for a child of nature, for it was made from it.
She continues to chew her lower lip softly as she approaches him ever so slowly. She had hoped his anger towards her would be buried beneath his sorrow and they could deal with that another time. Right now her concern was him, his strength needed replenishing and a leader can never truly lead when their mind is clouded. Her tiny fingers slide across the palm of his hand then disappear as they intertwine with his large fingers. And so she stands with him, silently praying The Mother give him her strength. Another muted prayer for the shattered heart that beats within his chest.
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Jetamio oversaw the safety of the remaining fleet, herding the frightened people towards the shore. She was still distraught herself, and inexperienced with seacraft, but with Stormfollower still below the waves she had put a brave face on. With her living staff still glowing with its infused magics, her flame red hair blowing in the sea wind, she was a sight to behold.
But once the last survivor was safely on land she let her facade drop. Her shoulders slumped in weariness though she managed a slight smile for people as she helped to administer medicines. She noticed Tajer among them too, helping as best she could with her knowledge, even though her healing gift was gone.
She was aware of Stormfollower's emergence from the sea, and the hush that befell his people as he walked away in silence. She even started to go to him until she saw Mujbura already following him. She stopped and frowned, unsure what to make of the situation.
But once the last survivor was safely on land she let her facade drop. Her shoulders slumped in weariness though she managed a slight smile for people as she helped to administer medicines. She noticed Tajer among them too, helping as best she could with her knowledge, even though her healing gift was gone.
She was aware of Stormfollower's emergence from the sea, and the hush that befell his people as he walked away in silence. She even started to go to him until she saw Mujbura already following him. She stopped and frowned, unsure what to make of the situation.
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The prayer from Mujbura and the touch of her hands seemed to do Stormfollower a world of good. He stopped walking and smiled at her holding her hands in his he gazed deeply into her eyes and they shared the sorrow for a while together within each others soul.
A splash broke the waters surface behind Mujbura out in the center of the bay. An Orca mother was rolling her baby around on the surface in a clear spot. The plankton was working its magic incredibly fast and now large areas of clear water could be seen. The Orca calf was washed relatively clean and the pair returned to the pack now surfaced and working their way out to sea.
Then a scratching from the ground beside Stormfollower caught their attention. A few short disruptions beneath the sand and a baby turtle broke through the surface and began its short trek across the sand to the sea. Then another broke through and two more further along. Within a short time the whole area around them was alive with scampering little turtles.
New life carries on,Stormfollower thought, it forges ahead oblivious to the perils just past. As it should be, nature would go on without those who had come before. All their lives accomplishments and happy memories would not long be remembered and each would take with them their stories. All those moments would be lost in time, like tears in the rain.
Stormfollower gave silent thanks for the rain now as he had for the sea water that had rolled down his face. Except for his hidden tears his face remained hopeful yet his heart bled for their loss. Yet, beyond all his grief he still was grateful..for had it not been for Tajer neither he nor Mujbura would have the luxury of their sorrow. He looked up the beach to where Tajer was but instead caught sight of Jetamio looking his way and again he was thankful.
A splash broke the waters surface behind Mujbura out in the center of the bay. An Orca mother was rolling her baby around on the surface in a clear spot. The plankton was working its magic incredibly fast and now large areas of clear water could be seen. The Orca calf was washed relatively clean and the pair returned to the pack now surfaced and working their way out to sea.
Then a scratching from the ground beside Stormfollower caught their attention. A few short disruptions beneath the sand and a baby turtle broke through the surface and began its short trek across the sand to the sea. Then another broke through and two more further along. Within a short time the whole area around them was alive with scampering little turtles.
New life carries on,Stormfollower thought, it forges ahead oblivious to the perils just past. As it should be, nature would go on without those who had come before. All their lives accomplishments and happy memories would not long be remembered and each would take with them their stories. All those moments would be lost in time, like tears in the rain.
Stormfollower gave silent thanks for the rain now as he had for the sea water that had rolled down his face. Except for his hidden tears his face remained hopeful yet his heart bled for their loss. Yet, beyond all his grief he still was grateful..for had it not been for Tajer neither he nor Mujbura would have the luxury of their sorrow. He looked up the beach to where Tajer was but instead caught sight of Jetamio looking his way and again he was thankful.
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She looked up at Stormfollower their eyes meeting in a bond of knowing. A soft smile graced her face as she reached up her free hand touching his cheek with the back of her small, curled fingers. Retrieving her hand she nods knowingly her fingers slipping from his other hand.
A brighter smile touches her lips as she watches the whale mother and calf. While the plankton do their job cleaning the calf she looks back up at Stormfollower and smiles again while the sand around them comes alive with the sea of turtles breaking for the water. The Mother of All had proven herself again, new birth in a world recovering from darkness.
A caring glance towards the survivors brings Jetamio to the forefront and she knew she should allow his wife time with him. She had confidence that he knew she would always be there for the man adopted into her heart. That the connection of their kinsmen would always keep her watching over him, even if she had not his physical strength. Peaceful, amber eyes rise to his once again with a gaze of admiration and love. She nods once before lowering her eyes and head humbly, walking away in silence that his wife may stand beside her husband.
A brighter smile touches her lips as she watches the whale mother and calf. While the plankton do their job cleaning the calf she looks back up at Stormfollower and smiles again while the sand around them comes alive with the sea of turtles breaking for the water. The Mother of All had proven herself again, new birth in a world recovering from darkness.
A caring glance towards the survivors brings Jetamio to the forefront and she knew she should allow his wife time with him. She had confidence that he knew she would always be there for the man adopted into her heart. That the connection of their kinsmen would always keep her watching over him, even if she had not his physical strength. Peaceful, amber eyes rise to his once again with a gaze of admiration and love. She nods once before lowering her eyes and head humbly, walking away in silence that his wife may stand beside her husband.
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"Wait." she said as she approached, and turns to Stormfollower. "Do you want to bring her into the family? She reminds you of your first daughter, doesn't she?" she said softly, understanding.
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Stormfollower smiles a bit and nods "She is already family. Though not of my blood. And aye she does have her way about her."
His mind drifts away at the mention of his daughter. And with crystal clear clarity he hears her fiddle, her voice, and the song they sang whenever they could. Over his face there crawls a calm that no one besides his firstborn has seen before. All his sadness is flung away in those moments and the words to that song ring true now in his mind. He hummed the familiar bard song.
" In the north of Norrath where the great mead springs flow
There drifts a fair chain of green Islands
The lads all leap to their maidens sides
As their enemies gather beside them
A merrier land was never known
And the goblins dance limbs akimbo
The berries are gathered. the pies are sewn
And the archers all lay the fiends low.
Too young it seams to meet their end the warriors sharpen their swords
Too fair it seams to leave their dens the women all bow to their lords
A second year coming ther`d be a few less and the merrier comes the summer
In each ladies glass the hours she had lost. In some of them years that were warmer.
A merrier land was never known
And the goblins dance limbs akimbo
The berries are gathered. the pies are sewn
And the archers all lay the fiends low!
And the archers all (but one)*laughter*.... lay the fiends low!"
His mind drifts away at the mention of his daughter. And with crystal clear clarity he hears her fiddle, her voice, and the song they sang whenever they could. Over his face there crawls a calm that no one besides his firstborn has seen before. All his sadness is flung away in those moments and the words to that song ring true now in his mind. He hummed the familiar bard song.
" In the north of Norrath where the great mead springs flow
There drifts a fair chain of green Islands
The lads all leap to their maidens sides
As their enemies gather beside them
A merrier land was never known
And the goblins dance limbs akimbo
The berries are gathered. the pies are sewn
And the archers all lay the fiends low.
Too young it seams to meet their end the warriors sharpen their swords
Too fair it seams to leave their dens the women all bow to their lords
A second year coming ther`d be a few less and the merrier comes the summer
In each ladies glass the hours she had lost. In some of them years that were warmer.
A merrier land was never known
And the goblins dance limbs akimbo
The berries are gathered. the pies are sewn
And the archers all lay the fiends low!
And the archers all (but one)*laughter*.... lay the fiends low!"
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Warm, amber eyes raise up squinting in a bit of a smile as she watches Stormfollower humming. Her heart warmed to hear him humming, though through the bond between them she knew what lay inside. It was still a time to bury his son, amongst some of the other worries a leader feels. While the young Druidess was happy for the deceased, she knew mourning was the natural reaction of those not quite so closely associated with nature.
Kneeling beside one of the survivors she whispers prayers to her Goddess. Their skin begins to pinken with The Mothers gift of a healing touch. She smiles warmly up to them before moving on to the next one. Whispers in her mind distract her for a moment causing her speech to slur. Her eyebrows furrow a bit while she looks up at the one whom she aids. His long brown hair matted a bit from the sea and gentle blue eyes remind her of her father and brings a fond smile to her face. He winks at her pulling a soft giggle from her lips.
As she walks away she tries to listen to the whispers, just barely audible to not make any sense. Settling upon the sand she sits cross-legged watching Stormfollower and a worried look is hidden behind a warm smile that warms her face.
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Kneeling beside one of the survivors she whispers prayers to her Goddess. Their skin begins to pinken with The Mothers gift of a healing touch. She smiles warmly up to them before moving on to the next one. Whispers in her mind distract her for a moment causing her speech to slur. Her eyebrows furrow a bit while she looks up at the one whom she aids. His long brown hair matted a bit from the sea and gentle blue eyes remind her of her father and brings a fond smile to her face. He winks at her pulling a soft giggle from her lips.
As she walks away she tries to listen to the whispers, just barely audible to not make any sense. Settling upon the sand she sits cross-legged watching Stormfollower and a worried look is hidden behind a warm smile that warms her face.
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Gilliadson, Sineliniel and Myrikel arrive on the shore and begin assisting the survivors with healing where needed. Sineliniel summons warm blankets to help dry them off and Fluffy assists in passing them around. P`Nala casts her aura to help regenerate the Magical and Spiritual energies of those who were expending those resources to assist the survivors.
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His gaze reaches out again towards the funeral barge of Remis. He too hears confusing whispers in his mind. A creeping madness emanating from the ship. He senses a troubled spirit, a spirit trapped.
"Remis! He is here."
"Remis! He is here."
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Closing her eyes she leans her head back, her long brown hair flitters around her face in the breeze. She smiles to herself as she silently thanks Tunare for all that has happened, and the beauty of the moment of rebirth she was fortunate enough to witness. With the exception of those still being attended to, all was calm now it seemed, until the whispers enter her mind once again. They were louder now, but no more audible than before. A long, steady breath passes her lips as she tries to relax into natures embrace in hopes the whispers on the wind will speak to her. And there she sits, in silence, her chest barely moving with the long and slow breaths of concentration, an attempt to commingle with what she believes is nature trying to commune with her.
The volume of the whispers rise without formed words to comprehend. Another long breath, another attempt at communication. The Mothers Mother begins to form around this child of nature as a gentle breeze swirls around her billowing up and away tiny grains of sand which form a protective barrier. Another long breath, a path opens and nature speaks freely to its child, direct and calm words form from natures own mouth.
Unnatural mystic forces attempt to slip into the barrier and the whispers grow louder still. As if all time had ended the breeze ends creating a shower of sand around her as the once protective barrier falls. The Mothers Mother wakes her child from her meditation and Mujbura’s amber eyes pop open quickly looking over at Stormfollower as she takes a quick breath.
The volume of the whispers rise without formed words to comprehend. Another long breath, another attempt at communication. The Mothers Mother begins to form around this child of nature as a gentle breeze swirls around her billowing up and away tiny grains of sand which form a protective barrier. Another long breath, a path opens and nature speaks freely to its child, direct and calm words form from natures own mouth.
Unnatural mystic forces attempt to slip into the barrier and the whispers grow louder still. As if all time had ended the breeze ends creating a shower of sand around her as the once protective barrier falls. The Mothers Mother wakes her child from her meditation and Mujbura’s amber eyes pop open quickly looking over at Stormfollower as she takes a quick breath.