Darkness
Hand and Eye of Piratecat [Moderator]
Upon having witnessed the Wanderer's sending, the small elven girl's expression grows even sadder than usual, and her normally serene demeanor is brushed away by the full fury of her elemental ancestry. Struggling hard to control her emotions, she clenches her fists hard and channels all of her pain and rage into a single blow that shatters one of the many tables that stand in her sanctuary, and scatters the books lying upon it across the floor.
"I don't want to fight yet again..." she exclaims to herself, sighing heavily.
Still slightly distressed but calm once again, she begins to ponder the ramifications of what she just experienced. Images of times long past come to her mind, reminding her of the gruesome senselessness of uncompromising conflict. Yet, if the Wanderer is right, the future might be even bleaker than even the past ever was. Still pondering the situation, she begins to send out projections of herself to many of her friends and allies across the lands of the Baklunish and beyond...
A short while later...
Yet another sending, this time by some ragtag band of self-righteous drow, apparently! But they seem both powerful and determined... Shyntara thinks a bit about this new development, and then makes her mind up. Sighing, she advises her allies to take the necessary steps.
Yet another couple hours later...
Envoys from the Baklunish confederation are quickly dispatched to the Kevellond League's meeting.
"I don't want to fight yet again..." she exclaims to herself, sighing heavily.
Still slightly distressed but calm once again, she begins to ponder the ramifications of what she just experienced. Images of times long past come to her mind, reminding her of the gruesome senselessness of uncompromising conflict. Yet, if the Wanderer is right, the future might be even bleaker than even the past ever was. Still pondering the situation, she begins to send out projections of herself to many of her friends and allies across the lands of the Baklunish and beyond...
A short while later...
Yet another sending, this time by some ragtag band of self-righteous drow, apparently! But they seem both powerful and determined... Shyntara thinks a bit about this new development, and then makes her mind up. Sighing, she advises her allies to take the necessary steps.
Yet another couple hours later...
Envoys from the Baklunish confederation are quickly dispatched to the Kevellond League's meeting.
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