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<blockquote data-quote="narayan" data-source="post: 7579526" data-attributes="member: 6677509"><p><strong>Willambervale Somberthaine</strong></p><p></p><p><em></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>As you knock on the tall door to Telerai's Tower you are started to see it magically open for you the way it used to do when you lived here as an apprentice.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #0066ff">"Eshaal'Aul"</span> (Elvish for 'Come In')... a whispered voice speaks, never failing to bristle the hairs on the back of your neck everytime you hear it. No matter where you look the speech seems source-less, yet close, almost as if it exists only in your head. It is merely one of many strange charms about Telerai's tower.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>You are certain now that Telerai was expecting you and quickly step through the door as you used to do so often. The familiar walls of the interior are quartz-granite supporting high tiled-ceilings. Your boot-steps echo on floors of mirror-smooth grey marble streaked with veins of white and silver. Beyond the threshold, a stone antechamber beckons shrouded in a fine smoke of braziers, incense and dozens of candles.</em></p><p> <em></em></p><p><em>As you enter unseen spirits circle and surround you effecting ripples through the smoke sending a chill down your spine. As a young apprentice Telerai told you long ago to pay these 'mormhaor' (spirits) no heed. He claimed they were harmless, even voiceless, but now you realize he was mistaken. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Your heartbeat quickens as you feel their ghostly fingers scratching at your garments. You shiver as their hollow, raspish whispers utter curses and threats in a forgotten tongue. This was something new. Until now the spirits rarely ever attempted to touch or communicate with you. It seemed they only wished to interact with Telerai, and for the most part that was fine with you. Despite your curiosity for them, they always made you nervous. Now more than ever!</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>Telerai told you the mormhaor were shadows of memories of a bygone age when there was just one original race of elves; both beautiful and immortal. These first elves constructed this tower, and others like it, as a way of keeping rooted into the earth without spoiling the beauty of natures landscapes. They also built them as a refuge against the vast hosts of evil races let loose upon this world of Tellene.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>During the mythical period known as <strong>The War of the Gods</strong> the original creator's essence was trapped on a distant plane (perhaps for the rest of eternity), allowing the lesser gods to alter, create and destroy parts of this world as they pleased. The first elves believed their superior magics would keep them safe from the inferior races created by the lesser gods. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>However, with the loss of their maker, the first elves soon realized their true enemy was mortality itself. Torn from their bond with the creator, the first elves were now vulnerable to age and death. Many refused to accept their fate, though none could sustain themselves forever. Those that clung to life the longest lingered now only as fading spirits in ancient bastions like this, completely isolated from the stranger world outside with barely a spark of life left in them.</em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em>However those first elves who accepted the need to change and adapt spread out across the world in large groups warring against the evil races fathering new generations. After millennia, these tribes each evolved differently into the known elven subraces that exist today. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em></em><em><span style="color: #FF0000">~It's the egg! The spirits are drawn towards it~</span></em></p><p> <em></em></p><p><em>Your realization comes to mind just as <strong>Telerai Ghostcloak</strong> himself appears before you, dressed as always in his billowy grey/white robes. The fatherly gray elven wizard stares with awe and surprise at the spirits swirling around you.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><img src="https://i.imgur.com/Jk2kdiDh.png" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></em></p><p> <em></em></p><p><em><strong>Telerai:</strong> (Speaking Elvish) <span style="color: #696969">"...Tosi elama!"</span> He gasps. <span style="color: #696969">"She was right!"</span></em></p><p> <em></em></p><p><em><strong>Willambervale:</strong> (Speaking Elvish) <span style="color: #FF0000">"Telerai! What should I do?"</span></em></p><p><em> </em></p><p><em><strong>Telerai:</strong> <span style="color: #696969">"BE QUIET! BE STILL!"</span> He says sternly, closing his eyes in concentration as he starts to murmur and chant powerful spells. Immediately in that moment, the spirits grow restless and uncomfortable. Though you cannot see it, you sense angst and frustration as they swiftly retreat.</em></p><p> <em></em></p><p><em><strong>Willambervale:</strong> <span style="color: #FF0000">"What did you do?"</span> You ask taking a deep breath of relief. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Telerai:</strong> <span style="color: #696969">"I demonstrated that my magic comes from the power of the present, not the past. These spirits cannot stand to be reminded they do not belong here."</span></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Willambervale:</strong> <span style="color: #FF0000">"Why did they reach for me like that?"</span></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Telerai:</strong> <span style="color: #696969">"Because of what you carry!"</span> He exclaims. <span style="color: #696969">"Willambervale, I was visited by another spirit before you arrived. She resembled another Tosi elama, like yourself, albeit with different features. She came to the door and told me you were coming." </span>He pauses and glances around as if searching for the spirits.<span style="color: #696969"> "I realize now what I should have known when they whispered your name to me years ago. You have a destiny!"</span> </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>[Willambervale:</strong> What do you do?<strong>]</strong></em></p><p><em></em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="narayan, post: 7579526, member: 6677509"] [b]Willambervale Somberthaine[/b] [I] As you knock on the tall door to Telerai's Tower you are started to see it magically open for you the way it used to do when you lived here as an apprentice. [COLOR=#0066ff]"Eshaal'Aul"[/COLOR] (Elvish for 'Come In')... a whispered voice speaks, never failing to bristle the hairs on the back of your neck everytime you hear it. No matter where you look the speech seems source-less, yet close, almost as if it exists only in your head. It is merely one of many strange charms about Telerai's tower. You are certain now that Telerai was expecting you and quickly step through the door as you used to do so often. The familiar walls of the interior are quartz-granite supporting high tiled-ceilings. Your boot-steps echo on floors of mirror-smooth grey marble streaked with veins of white and silver. Beyond the threshold, a stone antechamber beckons shrouded in a fine smoke of braziers, incense and dozens of candles. As you enter unseen spirits circle and surround you effecting ripples through the smoke sending a chill down your spine. As a young apprentice Telerai told you long ago to pay these 'mormhaor' (spirits) no heed. He claimed they were harmless, even voiceless, but now you realize he was mistaken. Your heartbeat quickens as you feel their ghostly fingers scratching at your garments. You shiver as their hollow, raspish whispers utter curses and threats in a forgotten tongue. This was something new. Until now the spirits rarely ever attempted to touch or communicate with you. It seemed they only wished to interact with Telerai, and for the most part that was fine with you. Despite your curiosity for them, they always made you nervous. Now more than ever! Telerai told you the mormhaor were shadows of memories of a bygone age when there was just one original race of elves; both beautiful and immortal. These first elves constructed this tower, and others like it, as a way of keeping rooted into the earth without spoiling the beauty of natures landscapes. They also built them as a refuge against the vast hosts of evil races let loose upon this world of Tellene. During the mythical period known as [B]The War of the Gods[/B] the original creator's essence was trapped on a distant plane (perhaps for the rest of eternity), allowing the lesser gods to alter, create and destroy parts of this world as they pleased. The first elves believed their superior magics would keep them safe from the inferior races created by the lesser gods. However, with the loss of their maker, the first elves soon realized their true enemy was mortality itself. Torn from their bond with the creator, the first elves were now vulnerable to age and death. Many refused to accept their fate, though none could sustain themselves forever. Those that clung to life the longest lingered now only as fading spirits in ancient bastions like this, completely isolated from the stranger world outside with barely a spark of life left in them. However those first elves who accepted the need to change and adapt spread out across the world in large groups warring against the evil races fathering new generations. After millennia, these tribes each evolved differently into the known elven subraces that exist today. [/I][I][COLOR=#FF0000]~It's the egg! The spirits are drawn towards it~[/COLOR] Your realization comes to mind just as [B]Telerai Ghostcloak[/B] himself appears before you, dressed as always in his billowy grey/white robes. The fatherly gray elven wizard stares with awe and surprise at the spirits swirling around you. [IMG]https://i.imgur.com/Jk2kdiDh.png[/IMG] [B]Telerai:[/B] (Speaking Elvish) [COLOR=#696969]"...Tosi elama!"[/COLOR] He gasps. [COLOR=#696969]"She was right!"[/COLOR] [B]Willambervale:[/B] (Speaking Elvish) [COLOR=#FF0000]"Telerai! What should I do?"[/COLOR] [B]Telerai:[/B] [COLOR=#696969]"BE QUIET! BE STILL!"[/COLOR] He says sternly, closing his eyes in concentration as he starts to murmur and chant powerful spells. Immediately in that moment, the spirits grow restless and uncomfortable. Though you cannot see it, you sense angst and frustration as they swiftly retreat. [B]Willambervale:[/B] [COLOR=#FF0000]"What did you do?"[/COLOR] You ask taking a deep breath of relief. [B]Telerai:[/B] [COLOR=#696969]"I demonstrated that my magic comes from the power of the present, not the past. These spirits cannot stand to be reminded they do not belong here."[/COLOR] [B]Willambervale:[/B] [COLOR=#FF0000]"Why did they reach for me like that?"[/COLOR] [B]Telerai:[/B] [COLOR=#696969]"Because of what you carry!"[/COLOR] He exclaims. [COLOR=#696969]"Willambervale, I was visited by another spirit before you arrived. She resembled another Tosi elama, like yourself, albeit with different features. She came to the door and told me you were coming." [/COLOR]He pauses and glances around as if searching for the spirits.[COLOR=#696969] "I realize now what I should have known when they whispered your name to me years ago. You have a destiny!"[/COLOR] [B][Willambervale:[/B] What do you do?[B]][/B] [/I] [/QUOTE]
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