Rings of Flowers - 09/07/24 - Yinmaris Iathrana
Jul 16, 2024 16:54:35 GMT
Queen Merla, the Sun-Blessed, Riah, and 3 more like this
Post by Yinmaris on Jul 16, 2024 16:54:35 GMT
Co-Written with Riah
At the Court of Harmony, shortly after the events of Rings of Flowers
The First Cantor frowns slightly as her bright green eyes look him up and down. “Yinmaris, why aren’t you wearing your amulet? Is something wrong?”
Yinmaris eyes widen with slight surprise as he looks into her eyes. “W-Well that is a recent development. I was talking with Kruxeral a few hou- days ago and he has been looking into the spear, the one the Lord of the Hunt used in the assassination attempt, and how it was such a powerful artefact. Apparently it is a divine artefact and is a weapon of Corellon, one of my adventuring colleagues Florian all but confirmed it. I’m just torn, I’m feeling like I might be letting Queen Merla down with my faith in Corellon. I still have the amulet on my person, but just having a crisis of faith as it were.” Yinmaris looks down in guilt.
She studies him for a moment. “And this crisis is derived from someone using a tool of the god you would swear an oath to in a way that has hurt you?” The First Cantor asks, keeping her voice gentle but even.
“Yes in a way, I am yet to swear my oath but I feel that I am ready to swear my oath soon. And it’s more that it was used to hurt Merla. I know that’s what you mean by it hurting me in a way.”
Yinmaris’ closed off body language opens up as he stops crossing his arms, his tensed up body relaxing slightly as he exhales deeply.
“I feel it is more the shock of it, like a lot of events in my journey have pointed towards faith in Corellon. From seeing one of their arrows in the Shadowfell with the Farstep fight, then the Temple of Seasons and then mere weeks after doing some research into them and learning about one of their angels, I meet that very angel on a random adventuring job.
“I just feel blindsided by the news of the spear’s origin, especially when as Queen Merla slumbers I’ve taken more comfort in my faith in Corellon. I guess I’m trying to process that but it feels wrong wearing the amulet till I fully process this. Have you ever had one of those moments? I’m new to being a paladin and having faith in a god for that matter. My family weren’t that religious you see so I learnt more about the gods when I went to the Material Plane.” His voice, despite the conflict within him, becomes more steady and his face relaxes as he speaks with the First Cantor.
She nods, not in agreement but in understanding. “I think you would be hard pressed to find any holy warrior who has not questioned their faith, at one point or another,” Suvi says, a slight sardonic twist to her lips. She looks towards the others, gaze eventually settling on Florian. “Of course there are others that have faith in many things, and so do not have the same questions we do. But they may still have valuable guidance.”
The First Cantor turns back to Yinmaris and, taking a step closer, rests a strong hand on his shoulder. “Yinmaris, would you judge yourself as unworthy of being a warrior of The Protector because of your family’s lack of faith?”
“I don’t think I would. I mean I think it’s our own actions and how they are seen by The Protector that determine one’s unworthiness not how devout one’s family is. Ironic when I’m having a crisis of faith from someone else using The Protector’s weapon to harm Her Majesty I know.” Yin gives a slight self-deprecating smile to Suvi, taking comfort in her hand on his shoulder.
“I am glad you understand that. If not, I would be more concerned,” she says, giving his shoulder a squeeze before letting go.
“I actually think that having my faith be separate from my family has helped me build it healthily. When it comes to feeling unworthy as a warrior even now is more from my time with my family before I joined the Court of Harmony than anything else. The occasions we retrieved the riddle and the recent trial for the remedy showed me that it does affect me still through what was shown to me.
“Maybe this is an unnamed trail or part of the journey that I keep hearing about when it comes to completing the remedy.” Yinmaris’ golden eyes soften as he looks at Suvi. “What do you think are our chances in this endeavour? To bring Queen Merla back from her slumber.”
“It is too early to tell,” the First Cantor says, looking away towards the Temple. “Your success in manifesting the Rings of Flowers is encouraging. But as I am sure my sister already told you, do not think the others will be any easier. You are dealing with ancient magics, older and wilder than any that have been seen since before the Lord of the Hunt’s banishment.”
“I appreciate the honesty. It is safe to say that my certainty that we shall achieve this has been tempered by the Rings of Flowers trail. It went well but it was daunting in a way I hadn’t anticipated. I’ve not seen areas like that in the time I’ve lived in the Feywild, nor seen the creatures that dwelt there. It was a wilder Feywild than I’ve previously experienced, being older than before the Lord of the Hunt’s banishment certainly tracks with that.”
Yinmaris follows suit and looks towards the Temple of Seasons smiling at its splendour. Then turning to Raine and finally back First Cantor with a more neutral expression showing an undertone of concern.
“I am worried about Drusilia seemingly being on a similar journey as us, especially with her connection with the Lord of the Hunt. It seems like this journey is now more of a race against them. But what worries me the most is I don’t know Drusilia’s intentions with completing the trails especially considering the ancient magics involved.”
The First Cantor tilts her head slightly, causing the brim of her hat to partially block her face. “Have you met the Witch of the Hunt before?”
Yinmaris shakes his head. “I have not but I have heard of her from other adventurers. I’ve heard bits and pieces of encounters with her as one does when sharing adventuring stories over a drink in a tavern. I suspect Raine would know more considering her reaction earlier. Have you met the Witch of the Hunt?”
“Once, long ago,” she says. “She has always been an enigmatic woman. And very resourceful.”
Yinmaris raises an eyebrow and smiles, impressed. “First Cantor, you continue to astonish. Harmony’s Light I would love to exchange stories with you at some point, after her Majesty awakens from her slumber of course. What was your encounter with Drusilia like?”
The First Cantor smiles, and it is gloriously dazzling. “As you say, after the Queen is awakened. For now, you must not focus on Drusilia.” She turns to face him, placing her hand on her golden rapier. “The time will come soon enough where your paths will cross. I am certain of it. You and Raine must stay focused on gathering the pieces. If you do not… you may not be able to bring Queen Merla back. More than you or Raine will woe such a loss.”
Yinmaris visibly blushes at her dazzling smile, him no longer having a glamour to hide it. He quickly changes to a more serious expression as the First Cantor turns to face him. “I understand. Raine and I have a plan of action. We’ll see it through, as swiftly as we can.” He rests his hand on his rapier’s treble clef basket hilt, as though swearing on a religious item. “I promise you that I’ll not focus on Drusilia but rather on gathering the pieces, Suvi. I know we cannot fail in this or so much will be lost… I saw that during the trail. I won’t let it happen.
Yinmaris trails off as he looks around the area of the Court of Harmony. “It doesn’t feel right, being so silent. But there’ll be music here again, after the Queen recovers,” Yinmaris says to the First Cantor, ending with his usual smile.
New Hillburrow, Upon Yinmaris' return to the Material Plane:
Yinmaris sits in the rented bedroom at the Hearth and Road, door locked, drained from the emotional exhaustion. Caused in part from the last 4 mundane days or 11 fey days working on completing the first trial required to bring Merla back. Holding his amulet of Corellon in his right hand, it rests on the accursed brand of the One and Many.
He closes his eyes focusing on the starburst amulet in his hand and begins to pray in Elvish.
“Protector, I know I stumbled in my faith in you, I am sorry for that. The news of the spears origin was a great shock to me but I now see this as a trial. One that I must undertake, The Lord of the Hunt’s egregious attack on Queen Merla using one of your divine weapons may cause anger towards you from some in the Feywild I fear. I hope to show others that although you are a great warrior, for you are also The Protector. I know that with my faith in you I can help save the Queen, please I beseech you First of the Seldarine help us in this endeavour. My compatriots and I will need all the help we can get.”
Yin exhales deeply as he opens his eyes. Before he holds his gilded cyclamen lapel pin, summoning Galen. Glowing pollen floats from the flower coalescing into a form of light before the light dims and a blink dog form appears, sitting yet awkwardly wagging his tail against the wooden floor with a shortsword on his back, perfectly positioned for Galen to take from it’s sheath to wield.
“Hey Yin!” He says in Sylvan, ears lifted up in excitement.
As Yinmaris smiles towards his fey friend, clearly happy but with pain underlying it. Galen rests his chin on Yin’s knee giving him his best puppy dog eyes as his long ears lowered with concern he bumps his wet nose up to the young eladrin’s left hand to get his attention.
“Oh hey Galen, It’s been an eventful span of days ya know? We have the first piece and that chat with Suvi helped. I just… I don’t feel as satisfied as I should, like we did it and none of us were turned into those knight statue people.”
Yin lies down on the bed, Galen pops up on the bed finding the best spot to curl up and chat by tapping his paws into the duvet before lying down but with his head up to keep the chat going.
“Yeah I’ve noticed it since the curse got ya. And your eyes have gone all weird and dark now and again, even blocking the bright iris bits. Not to even mention your writing going weird…” Galen chimes in.
“I mean I repeat a word now and again now but it’s not that bad is it?” Yinmaris’ raises an eyebrow, clear concern running across his face, on the edges of his eyes an inky darkness makes itself known to the eladrin before he shakes himself out of it.
“That right there, this curse is getting a hold of you. Your eyes do this all the time, goin all inky and shit.” Galen barked, getting up with a jolt, the hackles on his back standing up showing the fear that Galen is trying to hide. “Whenever you get into your writing zones or you get curious about a secret that happens but way worse, how can you be so blind. It’s making you feel darker, that light Merla talked about is being smothered by it you don’t see it? That’s why you don’t feel whole, because some sentient curse is eating at you.”
“Well what am I to do? Unleash it upon the world or give it to someone else who would inevitably get corrupted too? I’m damned if I do, damned if I don’t.” Yinmaris asks, now seated up cross legged, rubbing his forehead.
Galen calms down and sits down with his head tilted before shaking it slightly and sighs.
“Kruxeral said it when he took you to that transporting tree, this doesn’t just affect you now bud. Whatever happens to you will affect Merla, which then affects the Court of Harmony and that inevitably affects the Feywild, which I don’t know if you realised but whenever I’m not here I’m back there. And I’d like to be able to go for a good stroll without dodging warring factions. You can fight this crow thing without destroying your light, even letting this go you can fight it while being You, and not the you your mum thinks you are. Or you think that she thinks you are, whatever that trail was. You know what I mean?”
“You’re right Galen, I just.... I made a promise that I would protect against the darkness, to not shy from it’s presence. I want to keep that promise, I will keep it.”
“You do realise that by keeping the curse you are destroying your own light right? Maybe you keep the promise by doing that transfer thing you saw or by removing the curse, letting Him go and fighting the One and Many by tracking him down rather than letting him sap away at your light till you don’t recognise yourself.”
Galen lets the rhetoric question sit in the air for the young warlock to process before piping up.
“I’ll do it Galen, just got to figure who to give it to or to just get it removed.” Yin says resignedly.
“Good, you better or I’ll kick your butt, I’ll at least go for your knees.” Galen winks, which jars Yin seeing a blink dog wink. “I have a question for you young Iathrana, I have a question for you about that encounter in the Feywild actually. Your mother, she said so many mean things to you but what got you angry was when she said all those things about Merla, why did you not get angry at what she said about you? Like she went in on you with some hard hitting stuff ya know but you only really got angry when she started insulting Queen Merla, which was a cool moment with the whole ‘respect the title’ thing but it was something that stuck with me.”
Yinmaris gives a pained smile to his loyal fey companion, begins to open his mouth before pondering it as though trying not to cry. After a few moments of gaining composure “My relationship with my family is complicated. My mother is a Lady of the Summer Court, a warrior you see. She always wanted me to be one way and I always ended up seeming like the opposite to her, I guess I was used to her way of talking, her cruel side. My mother was who I looked up to when I was younger but as I got older it became clear I wasn’t a child of hers. I was more of an asset, a pawn she would use in her fucking dragonchess games she loved to play.
I guess when I saw her, I felt like that kid she would admonish for improper stances, only when she went after Merla like that did I find the strength to stand up to her. I guess I felt I could take the hits if they were on me and once she focussed her attention on being so vindictive at Merla I felt that summery anger come up” He looks to his signet ring and the scroll of pedigree on the provided table. “I don’t hate my family name though, I just think the name has been darkened by all the politicking. That’s why I’m kind of happy I didn’t do something too drastic at the trial, only drew my sword at my mother.” Yinmaris grimaces before mumbling “Actually she could respect that.”
“I wonder what that place was though, I’ve never seen a place so eclectic in the Feywild, it’s always kept to a particular aesthetic based around where it was but it seemed to have so many different bits from different realms and the creatures looked so wild and magnificent. But not as cool as you though, my friend.” Yin gives a few loving scritches to Galen behind his ears where the blink dog normally can’t reach.
Galen taps his front left paw happily, satisfied that he was a very good dog.
A few hour later, Yinmaris summons Galen again as he walks through mist. Following green fire in jars flicker in the trees as a guide, he happens upon a large spectacular circle of six 20 feet tall stones carved with the history of Meldrosa as well as dedications to gods. But despite the splendour Yin’s eyes focus on a large oak seemingly aflame with a green flame which doesn’t seem to spread to other trees nor harm the oak tree.
“Well this looks like the spot.” Yinmaris muses, looking around at the druid vibes as well the piles of bedrolls and blankets. “Yeah it feels very Florian from what I saw of them, I like it.”
“Friends!”Galen barks out jumping and teleporting around as he playfully saunters over to a group of animals who also dwell there.
“Definitely the right spot… I wonder where Gigi is.” Yin mumbles to himself.
Letter to Queen Queen Merla, the Sun-Blessed , with the message on an outer envelope "For when Her Majesty, the Daughter of Summer awakens":
At the Court of Harmony, shortly after the events of Rings of Flowers
The First Cantor frowns slightly as her bright green eyes look him up and down. “Yinmaris, why aren’t you wearing your amulet? Is something wrong?”
Yinmaris eyes widen with slight surprise as he looks into her eyes. “W-Well that is a recent development. I was talking with Kruxeral a few hou- days ago and he has been looking into the spear, the one the Lord of the Hunt used in the assassination attempt, and how it was such a powerful artefact. Apparently it is a divine artefact and is a weapon of Corellon, one of my adventuring colleagues Florian all but confirmed it. I’m just torn, I’m feeling like I might be letting Queen Merla down with my faith in Corellon. I still have the amulet on my person, but just having a crisis of faith as it were.” Yinmaris looks down in guilt.
She studies him for a moment. “And this crisis is derived from someone using a tool of the god you would swear an oath to in a way that has hurt you?” The First Cantor asks, keeping her voice gentle but even.
“Yes in a way, I am yet to swear my oath but I feel that I am ready to swear my oath soon. And it’s more that it was used to hurt Merla. I know that’s what you mean by it hurting me in a way.”
Yinmaris’ closed off body language opens up as he stops crossing his arms, his tensed up body relaxing slightly as he exhales deeply.
“I feel it is more the shock of it, like a lot of events in my journey have pointed towards faith in Corellon. From seeing one of their arrows in the Shadowfell with the Farstep fight, then the Temple of Seasons and then mere weeks after doing some research into them and learning about one of their angels, I meet that very angel on a random adventuring job.
“I just feel blindsided by the news of the spear’s origin, especially when as Queen Merla slumbers I’ve taken more comfort in my faith in Corellon. I guess I’m trying to process that but it feels wrong wearing the amulet till I fully process this. Have you ever had one of those moments? I’m new to being a paladin and having faith in a god for that matter. My family weren’t that religious you see so I learnt more about the gods when I went to the Material Plane.” His voice, despite the conflict within him, becomes more steady and his face relaxes as he speaks with the First Cantor.
She nods, not in agreement but in understanding. “I think you would be hard pressed to find any holy warrior who has not questioned their faith, at one point or another,” Suvi says, a slight sardonic twist to her lips. She looks towards the others, gaze eventually settling on Florian. “Of course there are others that have faith in many things, and so do not have the same questions we do. But they may still have valuable guidance.”
The First Cantor turns back to Yinmaris and, taking a step closer, rests a strong hand on his shoulder. “Yinmaris, would you judge yourself as unworthy of being a warrior of The Protector because of your family’s lack of faith?”
“I don’t think I would. I mean I think it’s our own actions and how they are seen by The Protector that determine one’s unworthiness not how devout one’s family is. Ironic when I’m having a crisis of faith from someone else using The Protector’s weapon to harm Her Majesty I know.” Yin gives a slight self-deprecating smile to Suvi, taking comfort in her hand on his shoulder.
“I am glad you understand that. If not, I would be more concerned,” she says, giving his shoulder a squeeze before letting go.
“I actually think that having my faith be separate from my family has helped me build it healthily. When it comes to feeling unworthy as a warrior even now is more from my time with my family before I joined the Court of Harmony than anything else. The occasions we retrieved the riddle and the recent trial for the remedy showed me that it does affect me still through what was shown to me.
“Maybe this is an unnamed trail or part of the journey that I keep hearing about when it comes to completing the remedy.” Yinmaris’ golden eyes soften as he looks at Suvi. “What do you think are our chances in this endeavour? To bring Queen Merla back from her slumber.”
“It is too early to tell,” the First Cantor says, looking away towards the Temple. “Your success in manifesting the Rings of Flowers is encouraging. But as I am sure my sister already told you, do not think the others will be any easier. You are dealing with ancient magics, older and wilder than any that have been seen since before the Lord of the Hunt’s banishment.”
“I appreciate the honesty. It is safe to say that my certainty that we shall achieve this has been tempered by the Rings of Flowers trail. It went well but it was daunting in a way I hadn’t anticipated. I’ve not seen areas like that in the time I’ve lived in the Feywild, nor seen the creatures that dwelt there. It was a wilder Feywild than I’ve previously experienced, being older than before the Lord of the Hunt’s banishment certainly tracks with that.”
Yinmaris follows suit and looks towards the Temple of Seasons smiling at its splendour. Then turning to Raine and finally back First Cantor with a more neutral expression showing an undertone of concern.
“I am worried about Drusilia seemingly being on a similar journey as us, especially with her connection with the Lord of the Hunt. It seems like this journey is now more of a race against them. But what worries me the most is I don’t know Drusilia’s intentions with completing the trails especially considering the ancient magics involved.”
The First Cantor tilts her head slightly, causing the brim of her hat to partially block her face. “Have you met the Witch of the Hunt before?”
Yinmaris shakes his head. “I have not but I have heard of her from other adventurers. I’ve heard bits and pieces of encounters with her as one does when sharing adventuring stories over a drink in a tavern. I suspect Raine would know more considering her reaction earlier. Have you met the Witch of the Hunt?”
“Once, long ago,” she says. “She has always been an enigmatic woman. And very resourceful.”
Yinmaris raises an eyebrow and smiles, impressed. “First Cantor, you continue to astonish. Harmony’s Light I would love to exchange stories with you at some point, after her Majesty awakens from her slumber of course. What was your encounter with Drusilia like?”
The First Cantor smiles, and it is gloriously dazzling. “As you say, after the Queen is awakened. For now, you must not focus on Drusilia.” She turns to face him, placing her hand on her golden rapier. “The time will come soon enough where your paths will cross. I am certain of it. You and Raine must stay focused on gathering the pieces. If you do not… you may not be able to bring Queen Merla back. More than you or Raine will woe such a loss.”
Yinmaris visibly blushes at her dazzling smile, him no longer having a glamour to hide it. He quickly changes to a more serious expression as the First Cantor turns to face him. “I understand. Raine and I have a plan of action. We’ll see it through, as swiftly as we can.” He rests his hand on his rapier’s treble clef basket hilt, as though swearing on a religious item. “I promise you that I’ll not focus on Drusilia but rather on gathering the pieces, Suvi. I know we cannot fail in this or so much will be lost… I saw that during the trail. I won’t let it happen.
Yinmaris trails off as he looks around the area of the Court of Harmony. “It doesn’t feel right, being so silent. But there’ll be music here again, after the Queen recovers,” Yinmaris says to the First Cantor, ending with his usual smile.
New Hillburrow, Upon Yinmaris' return to the Material Plane:
Yinmaris sits in the rented bedroom at the Hearth and Road, door locked, drained from the emotional exhaustion. Caused in part from the last 4 mundane days or 11 fey days working on completing the first trial required to bring Merla back. Holding his amulet of Corellon in his right hand, it rests on the accursed brand of the One and Many.
He closes his eyes focusing on the starburst amulet in his hand and begins to pray in Elvish.
“Protector, I know I stumbled in my faith in you, I am sorry for that. The news of the spears origin was a great shock to me but I now see this as a trial. One that I must undertake, The Lord of the Hunt’s egregious attack on Queen Merla using one of your divine weapons may cause anger towards you from some in the Feywild I fear. I hope to show others that although you are a great warrior, for you are also The Protector. I know that with my faith in you I can help save the Queen, please I beseech you First of the Seldarine help us in this endeavour. My compatriots and I will need all the help we can get.”
Yin exhales deeply as he opens his eyes. Before he holds his gilded cyclamen lapel pin, summoning Galen. Glowing pollen floats from the flower coalescing into a form of light before the light dims and a blink dog form appears, sitting yet awkwardly wagging his tail against the wooden floor with a shortsword on his back, perfectly positioned for Galen to take from it’s sheath to wield.
“Hey Yin!” He says in Sylvan, ears lifted up in excitement.
As Yinmaris smiles towards his fey friend, clearly happy but with pain underlying it. Galen rests his chin on Yin’s knee giving him his best puppy dog eyes as his long ears lowered with concern he bumps his wet nose up to the young eladrin’s left hand to get his attention.
“Oh hey Galen, It’s been an eventful span of days ya know? We have the first piece and that chat with Suvi helped. I just… I don’t feel as satisfied as I should, like we did it and none of us were turned into those knight statue people.”
Yin lies down on the bed, Galen pops up on the bed finding the best spot to curl up and chat by tapping his paws into the duvet before lying down but with his head up to keep the chat going.
“Yeah I’ve noticed it since the curse got ya. And your eyes have gone all weird and dark now and again, even blocking the bright iris bits. Not to even mention your writing going weird…” Galen chimes in.
“I mean I repeat a word now and again now but it’s not that bad is it?” Yinmaris’ raises an eyebrow, clear concern running across his face, on the edges of his eyes an inky darkness makes itself known to the eladrin before he shakes himself out of it.
“That right there, this curse is getting a hold of you. Your eyes do this all the time, goin all inky and shit.” Galen barked, getting up with a jolt, the hackles on his back standing up showing the fear that Galen is trying to hide. “Whenever you get into your writing zones or you get curious about a secret that happens but way worse, how can you be so blind. It’s making you feel darker, that light Merla talked about is being smothered by it you don’t see it? That’s why you don’t feel whole, because some sentient curse is eating at you.”
“Well what am I to do? Unleash it upon the world or give it to someone else who would inevitably get corrupted too? I’m damned if I do, damned if I don’t.” Yinmaris asks, now seated up cross legged, rubbing his forehead.
Galen calms down and sits down with his head tilted before shaking it slightly and sighs.
“Kruxeral said it when he took you to that transporting tree, this doesn’t just affect you now bud. Whatever happens to you will affect Merla, which then affects the Court of Harmony and that inevitably affects the Feywild, which I don’t know if you realised but whenever I’m not here I’m back there. And I’d like to be able to go for a good stroll without dodging warring factions. You can fight this crow thing without destroying your light, even letting this go you can fight it while being You, and not the you your mum thinks you are. Or you think that she thinks you are, whatever that trail was. You know what I mean?”
“You’re right Galen, I just.... I made a promise that I would protect against the darkness, to not shy from it’s presence. I want to keep that promise, I will keep it.”
“You do realise that by keeping the curse you are destroying your own light right? Maybe you keep the promise by doing that transfer thing you saw or by removing the curse, letting Him go and fighting the One and Many by tracking him down rather than letting him sap away at your light till you don’t recognise yourself.”
Galen lets the rhetoric question sit in the air for the young warlock to process before piping up.
“I’ll do it Galen, just got to figure who to give it to or to just get it removed.” Yin says resignedly.
“Good, you better or I’ll kick your butt, I’ll at least go for your knees.” Galen winks, which jars Yin seeing a blink dog wink. “I have a question for you young Iathrana, I have a question for you about that encounter in the Feywild actually. Your mother, she said so many mean things to you but what got you angry was when she said all those things about Merla, why did you not get angry at what she said about you? Like she went in on you with some hard hitting stuff ya know but you only really got angry when she started insulting Queen Merla, which was a cool moment with the whole ‘respect the title’ thing but it was something that stuck with me.”
Yinmaris gives a pained smile to his loyal fey companion, begins to open his mouth before pondering it as though trying not to cry. After a few moments of gaining composure “My relationship with my family is complicated. My mother is a Lady of the Summer Court, a warrior you see. She always wanted me to be one way and I always ended up seeming like the opposite to her, I guess I was used to her way of talking, her cruel side. My mother was who I looked up to when I was younger but as I got older it became clear I wasn’t a child of hers. I was more of an asset, a pawn she would use in her fucking dragonchess games she loved to play.
I guess when I saw her, I felt like that kid she would admonish for improper stances, only when she went after Merla like that did I find the strength to stand up to her. I guess I felt I could take the hits if they were on me and once she focussed her attention on being so vindictive at Merla I felt that summery anger come up” He looks to his signet ring and the scroll of pedigree on the provided table. “I don’t hate my family name though, I just think the name has been darkened by all the politicking. That’s why I’m kind of happy I didn’t do something too drastic at the trial, only drew my sword at my mother.” Yinmaris grimaces before mumbling “Actually she could respect that.”
“I wonder what that place was though, I’ve never seen a place so eclectic in the Feywild, it’s always kept to a particular aesthetic based around where it was but it seemed to have so many different bits from different realms and the creatures looked so wild and magnificent. But not as cool as you though, my friend.” Yin gives a few loving scritches to Galen behind his ears where the blink dog normally can’t reach.
Galen taps his front left paw happily, satisfied that he was a very good dog.
A few hour later, Yinmaris summons Galen again as he walks through mist. Following green fire in jars flicker in the trees as a guide, he happens upon a large spectacular circle of six 20 feet tall stones carved with the history of Meldrosa as well as dedications to gods. But despite the splendour Yin’s eyes focus on a large oak seemingly aflame with a green flame which doesn’t seem to spread to other trees nor harm the oak tree.
“Well this looks like the spot.” Yinmaris muses, looking around at the druid vibes as well the piles of bedrolls and blankets. “Yeah it feels very Florian from what I saw of them, I like it.”
“Friends!”Galen barks out jumping and teleporting around as he playfully saunters over to a group of animals who also dwell there.
“Definitely the right spot… I wonder where Gigi is.” Yin mumbles to himself.
Letter to Queen Queen Merla, the Sun-Blessed , with the message on an outer envelope "For when Her Majesty, the Daughter of Summer awakens":
Your Majesty,
I write this letter so when you awaken you can see how the journey progressed, as from what the trial has showed me you are truly with me even now. I believed it was so but it has certainly helped with morale despite my mother's malevolent words. It was all worth it to hear from you, and I know you see me as your brightest light but I wanted you to know that is how I see you. You are the brightest light in my life, it is the mantra "What would Merla do?" that often acts as a beacon of action for me even in the darkest night.
From what I could tell Raine was spectacular as always, being the first to complete the trial of the four of us, Raine, Florian, Ellaris and myself. She has found herself in being your warlock and seeing that confidence come through is a beautiful sight to behold and is not just a testament to her strength of character but to you as well. She is an exemplar of the principles of the Court of Harmony, which helps keep that hope alive as I'm sure you have seen but I just wanted to give credit to my fellow warlock.
Florian and Ellaris completed the trials with flying colours from what I could see, although Florian's trial seemed to have deeply affected them as it involved a deeply traumatic event but I am going to see him soon, after he sees his beloved.
I don't know if you can see Kruxeral as you can see Raine and myself but I wanted to let you know that we did meet with him, his mood was as one would expect in the current circumstance. I hope as we progress with this journey I hope it will help his spirits. He has informed us that the spear does seem to originate from Corellon as one of their divine weapons. After a crisis of faith from the deep shock of that fact I came to realise that if there were to be blame for the egregious act done to you that it was on the Lord of the Hunt not Corellon at all, in part thanks to the First Cantor's great wisdom. She and I conversed at the Court of Harmony after we acquired the Rings of Flowers and took them to the Temple of Seasons for safe-keeping, this journey as a paladin of both Your Majesty and of The Protector is one I am still learning "on the job" but withallies friends like that I know I will do my best.
I hope that the words my mother, or whatever the being I saw during the trial, do not bring you great sorrow or pain. The cruel words I believe came from a place of jealousy, at not only your splendour, your deeds and your title but out of wishing she could have made me who I am today. Which I know I have you to thank for that; I am not the person she wished for me to be, I am the person I want to be. Curse notwithstanding naturally.
I have finally seen what the Court of Harmony is like in your slumber, Raine and I did bring the music of Harmony back for some time which has seemingly helped with the Court's morale, a reminder that you yet live. Just know as you slumber that we, not just Raine and I but the entire Court of Harmony will hold the light of hope and Harmony. To be the beacon of light in the darkness. Always.
Yours in Service,
Yinmaris Iathrana
P.S. Galen told me to say "Hi"
I write this letter so when you awaken you can see how the journey progressed, as from what the trial has showed me you are truly with me even now. I believed it was so but it has certainly helped with morale despite my mother's malevolent words. It was all worth it to hear from you, and I know you see me as your brightest light but I wanted you to know that is how I see you. You are the brightest light in my life, it is the mantra "What would Merla do?" that often acts as a beacon of action for me even in the darkest night.
From what I could tell Raine was spectacular as always, being the first to complete the trial of the four of us, Raine, Florian, Ellaris and myself. She has found herself in being your warlock and seeing that confidence come through is a beautiful sight to behold and is not just a testament to her strength of character but to you as well. She is an exemplar of the principles of the Court of Harmony, which helps keep that hope alive as I'm sure you have seen but I just wanted to give credit to my fellow warlock.
Florian and Ellaris completed the trials with flying colours from what I could see, although Florian's trial seemed to have deeply affected them as it involved a deeply traumatic event but I am going to see him soon, after he sees his beloved.
I don't know if you can see Kruxeral as you can see Raine and myself but I wanted to let you know that we did meet with him, his mood was as one would expect in the current circumstance. I hope as we progress with this journey I hope it will help his spirits. He has informed us that the spear does seem to originate from Corellon as one of their divine weapons. After a crisis of faith from the deep shock of that fact I came to realise that if there were to be blame for the egregious act done to you that it was on the Lord of the Hunt not Corellon at all, in part thanks to the First Cantor's great wisdom. She and I conversed at the Court of Harmony after we acquired the Rings of Flowers and took them to the Temple of Seasons for safe-keeping, this journey as a paladin of both Your Majesty and of The Protector is one I am still learning "on the job" but with
I hope that the words my mother, or whatever the being I saw during the trial, do not bring you great sorrow or pain. The cruel words I believe came from a place of jealousy, at not only your splendour, your deeds and your title but out of wishing she could have made me who I am today. Which I know I have you to thank for that; I am not the person she wished for me to be, I am the person I want to be. Curse notwithstanding naturally.
I have finally seen what the Court of Harmony is like in your slumber, Raine and I did bring the music of Harmony back for some time which has seemingly helped with the Court's morale, a reminder that you yet live. Just know as you slumber that we, not just Raine and I but the entire Court of Harmony will hold the light of hope and Harmony. To be the beacon of light in the darkness. Always.
Yours in Service,
Yinmaris Iathrana
P.S. Galen told me to say "Hi"
