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<blockquote data-quote="steeldragons" data-source="post: 5761303" data-attributes="member: 92511"><p>Alaria only slipped into unconsciousness for a moment before a flash of green opened her eyes. Rhea was smiling in understanding at her and supporting her on her feet. The Dragonmage-prince had not seemed to notice the falter. Alaria mentally thanked Manat for that.</p><p></p><p>Again, she felt the heaviness in her limbs and the weight of cloudy tiredness on her mind. Obviously, sustaining the various powers of the Windsoul had again taken its toll, though not nearly to the extent of her hurricane at Bridgetower.</p><p></p><p>The magess took a moment to scan her companions. </p><p></p><p>Haelan seemed to be the worse for ware. Lela had already tended him and now Coerraine was murmuring a prayer and laying a hand upon the small scorched daelvar.</p><p></p><p>The Protectress was now helping Fen to his feet. A shaky-looking Festus stood nearby leaning on Duor. Erevan stood on his own accord listening intently to whatever the golden-haired elf warrior was relaying to him.</p><p></p><p>"Yes, of course. How rude." Rhea said. "Alaria and company, may I present Silran Staliirosta of the eastern province of Evandrial."</p><p></p><p>The elf, who stood as tall as Erevan with the same grace and poise and handsome face turned at the mention of his name. He nodded an acknowledgement to Alaria, though betrayed no emotion. His eyes were a cool lavendar, much lighter than Erevan darker violet and seemed to twinkle with a silver light of their own.</p><p></p><p>"Honestly, Rhea. I don't know where your mind is some times." barked the red-headed priestess in the yellow tabard. "They need further healing and rest, not introductions. This isn't the Midwinter's Ball." the woman scoffed.</p><p></p><p>She was a stern looking woman. A strong jaw, that reminded Alaria of Coerraine's, hazel eyes that did not bespoke the caring "softness" one might expect from one of Gilea's Sacred Daughters. All in all, she was more "handsome" than Rhea's "beautiful."</p><p></p><p>"And that is Lela Eth Mitar, Protectress of Gilea. Not to worry, dear, her bark is not nearly as fierce as her bite." Rhea grinned at her clerical companion. </p><p></p><p>"These are some of the friends I mentioned at our last meeting." Rhea explained. "We are a few of the Steel Dragons."</p><p></p><p>"I do not wish to sound heartless, Montor" Silran began, though his handsome unblemished face bespoke no heart to speak of. He strode forward with elvin grace to address the mage in the midnight blue cloak. "I must concur with Lela...in part. We should be getting back. The Council awaits our return...and if we're lucky Carak has yet to find his way into my father's dungeons."</p><p></p><p>Dungeons? Alaria thought to herself.</p><p></p><p>Rhea's voice slipped within her mind, *Silran is one of the sons of Seniiris, lord-regent of Evandrial. And Carak....well, let's just say our friend Carak has a knack for getting himself into trouble.* A telepathic chuckle echoed in Alaria's brain. *He's....not quite the upstanding individual your daelvar is.*</p><p></p><p>"I see." Alaria said aloud. She quickly chastised herself when this statement garnered looks from the wizard and elflord. They returned their attentions to each other without a word, being accustomed to Rhea's often used subtle mode of communicating. </p><p></p><p>"Yes, of course. You are correct, Silran." the wizard-prince of Daenfrii replied.</p><p></p><p>"Keep!" he called somewhat loudly through the great pillared hall.</p><p></p><p>Before the echo of Montor's voice had subsided, a ball of shimmering white and blue light appeared, about a foot in diameter, hovering in the air at head height in front of the Dragonmage-apparent.</p><p></p><p>"My lord prince." to voice buzzed from the light. It was at once feminine and masculine...like the response of several people at once with a melodic quality, like a choir.</p><p></p><p>"Can you, please, locate Celerion and inform him I require his presence." Montor returned to the glowing ball. </p><p> </p><p>"The Lord Chamberlain is..." began the ball in reply before being interrupted by a much more present voice.</p><p></p><p>"I am here, my lord." came the voice before anyone noticed the thin slightly bent figure moving at the far end of the huge chamber. </p><p></p><p>A small tapping of the twisted staff, banded and shod with various metals that were heavily inscribed with mystic lettering, accompanied the figures slow approach. Celerion wore what appeared to be heavy purple velvet robes, trimmed in gold etched with more runes, and a large golden mantle about his shoulders that gleaned as if it might be crafted of gold itself.</p><p></p><p><em>This</em> was a chamberlain in Daenfrii! Alaria remarked to herself in surprise. He was girded more regally than the Primagus of Ablidon himself!</p><p></p><p>Alaria was confused when first Silran and then Erevan, after staring a moment with obvious surprise on his face, bowed deeply at the waist at the slow, obviously elderly figure neared them.</p><p></p><p>The man's heard was ringed in a tarnished looking plain band of gold. The shoulder length hair, that at one time might have been a pale gold or sandy brown was now ashen with obvious grey and silver hairs, devoid of the soft or free flowing grace of a young man's hair.</p><p></p><p>She scanned the face which showed many wrinkles and lines about the eyes and dipping jowels to each side of a thin-lipped mouth hung from thin, almost gaunt, cheekbones. His eyes though...the eyes were a stunning blue-green and seemed no older than Alaria or Erevan, despite the apparent age of the face. </p><p></p><p>Only then did Alaria gasp in surprise to notice the man's ears. Tall and... pointed? Alaria did not think such a creature possible. Every elf she had ever seen or encountered was ageless! Erevan, himself, she knew to be more than a century despite his youthful countenance. How was this possible? This was an elf? An aged...<em>old</em> elf?!</p><p></p><p>"Greetings and well met, my lord...and toy our Steel Dragons and Stormriders.</p><p></p><p>"We had not expected you for some time yet, my lord. Though of course, we are pleased to see your healthy return." the aged elf said with no apparent smile or emotion in his tone.</p><p></p><p>"Greetings Revered Elder. Evandrial will sing to see you well." said Silran to the floor.</p><p></p><p>"Oh rise, Silran." the Lord Clamberain waved his hand dismissively. "I should think we are safely beyond such unnecessary displays." Celerion said with what might be called mild annoyance as he neared the bowing elves.</p><p></p><p>"And you, young one? Let's get a look at you." he said to Erevan who did not rise when Silran was acknowledged.</p><p></p><p>Erevan rose and stared only a moment at the aged elf leaning on the heavily enchanted staff before shifting his eyes to golden etched hem of his robe.</p><p></p><p>It was the first time any of the companions could think of that Erevan's face did look filled with the awe of the young...even childlike next to the elderly Celerion and, apparently, "mature" Silran.</p><p></p><p>"Revered Elder, you honor me." Erevan said.</p><p></p><p>Celerion looked Erevan up and down. A wiry greying brow, lifted slightly on the lined forehead. "Eres'ka Aiiri, is it?" he asked <<em>Eres'ka Aiiri="House Tracker"</em>>.</p><p></p><p>"Indeed, Revered Elder. I am Erevan son of..."the elvin archer began before stopping at Celerion's raised waving hand.</p><p></p><p>"Be welcomed to Daenfrii, young one. And you all." he said looking at the battered and bruised collection of adventurers. </p><p></p><p>"Collecting strays again, are we, my lord?" Celerion said finally turning attention to Montor. The first indication of emotion formed as the elf's thin lips quirked slightly into a small grin.</p><p></p><p>"Something like that." Montor smiled back. "Can you arrange rooms for them? Call for some Sacred Daughters to attend them and see them fed and made comfortable."</p><p></p><p>"Of course, my prince." Celerion responded unshaken. "A runner has already been dispatched to the temple. And shall I inform your father of your return?" </p><p></p><p>"I'm afraid we must be off again. We shall return as soon as we are able." Montor replied before holding up an arm to the side of gathering. </p><p></p><p>Seemingly at will, a circular portal of shimmering rays of amber and yellow light appeared.</p><p></p><p>Silran took a bow of leave before Celerion and made for the portal. Lela was close behind.</p><p></p><p>Rhea turned to Alaria, "We will be back as soon as we are able. But for now..." the Lady of the Emerald Tear held out her green-gloved hand to the magess, "I think it would be best." </p><p></p><p>"Oh! Yes, of course." Alaria stammered and reached into her pouch to retrieve the Ihs Repahl.</p><p></p><p>The inner light of the orb swirled in the magess' hand as she passed it to Rhea who, in turn, handed it over to Montor.</p><p></p><p>"Ah, yes." Montor said, taking the mystic device. The wizard took only a moment to gaze into the orb before handing it over to Celerion. "See this is taken to the study." he said and then turned to Alaria. "Do not fear. There is no power on Orea than can find or harm you here. There is no worry that it will be safe in my sanctum.</p><p></p><p>"Oh...Keep!" Montor said with surprise. The blue ball of light which had faded away with Celerion's arrival reappeared before the young mage.</p><p>"...a coffer if you would."</p><p></p><p>Immediately, the stone of the floor seemed to turn to liquid, rise and take a rectangular shape, as if carved from the very stone of the chamber, open on top.</p><p></p><p>Montor opened the grey pouch on his hip and with a wave of his arm, the tornado of riches of the party's treasure again swirled out of the bag into into the open stone box. When the last of the coins and items had passed into the box, the stone again turned fluid and created a lid over the top. </p><p></p><p>Then the whole block of solid looking stone began to sink back into the floor.</p><p></p><p>"Now wait justa kobold-throwin' minute here!" Duor began to object.</p><p></p><p>"Keep, take that to whatever chambers Celerion gives our guests." Montor said before smiling in Duor's direction. "Will that do, master dwarf?"</p><p></p><p>"Eh...um...Yeah. That'll <em>do</em> fine....uh...Thank yeh." said the thoroughly small-feeling dwarf.</p><p></p><p>"Couldn't be going off forgetting that, now could we?" Montor said with a broad smile to Alaria. </p><p></p><p>Alaria nodded, somewhat dumbly, at the handsome young man. The R'Hathi magess was quickly being overwhelmed by the apparent magical power of this place...these people. </p><p></p><p>"Oh, and Celerion, have Felton set about finding anything he can about a wizard named Tresahd. He's found his way onto my<em> list.</em>" Montor said over his shoulder as he headed toward the glimmering portal.</p><p></p><p>"Very good, my lord." Celerion said and made a nodding bow to the Dragonage-prince's back.</p><p></p><p>Rhea simply patted Alaria on the hand and went to leave with her companions. Her voice again sounded in Alaria's consciousness.</p><p></p><p>*Don't worry, Magess. You have done very well. Your companions and the orb shall be safe here. I will speak with you again soon.*</p><p></p><p>Alaria simply smiled and nodded a thankful reply.</p><p></p><p>"Did ye believe that?," Lela was heard saying to Silran as they entered the portal. "<em>Burning Hands?</em> The fool thought he could foil the Steel Dragons with Burning Haaannndssss..." the Protectress' final word and a chuckle of disbelief trailed off through the hall as she disappeared into the flickering rays of light.</p><p></p><p>After Rhea and then Montor passed through, the portal simply closed in on itself, leaving no trace it had ever been there.</p><p></p><p>Alaria looked to Erevan, who still stared with open-faced awe at the back of the Lord Chamberlain. The rest of the band looked to Alaria then Celerion then each other.</p><p></p><p>After what seemed a long silence, the chamberlain tapped his staff upon the floor twice, as if to snap the group from a daydream.</p><p></p><p>"Well then, are we going to stand about like a bunch of open-mouthed cod? No? I thought not." Celerion slowly made his way toward the hall's huge outer doors. "This way. Nevermind your things.</p><p></p><p>"Rik! Quip! Gather the Stormriders' possessions and come along."</p><p></p><p>Two teenaged boys quickly scampered from somewhere beyond the pillars and did as the elderly elf had commanded. They wore blue tunics with the golden dragon, wings outstretched, holding a sapphire emblem of Daenfrii emblazoned no the chest and small, flat-topped, blue caps.</p><p></p><p>"Keep, inform me when the Daughters of Gilea arrive...apprise Captain Tormuk of our new arrivals so he can notify the guards...wouldn't want anyone getting a spear in the face for a night's cup of water, now do we?" Celerion said turning to Alaria with grin and wink.</p><p></p><p>"...and inform his Lordship, Arganor, I will meet with him shortly. I shall explain the evening's events to the Lordmage, myself." the elf said finally as he neared the great doors.</p><p></p><p>"As you will, Lord Chamberlain." said the haunting multiple 'voice' from the ball of light before it quickly swirled out of existence.</p><p></p><p>Alaria and the rest of the beaten company followed behind...still shell-shocked by the evening's battle, subsequent rescue and apparent refuge of this most remarkable 'keep'.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="steeldragons, post: 5761303, member: 92511"] Alaria only slipped into unconsciousness for a moment before a flash of green opened her eyes. Rhea was smiling in understanding at her and supporting her on her feet. The Dragonmage-prince had not seemed to notice the falter. Alaria mentally thanked Manat for that. Again, she felt the heaviness in her limbs and the weight of cloudy tiredness on her mind. Obviously, sustaining the various powers of the Windsoul had again taken its toll, though not nearly to the extent of her hurricane at Bridgetower. The magess took a moment to scan her companions. Haelan seemed to be the worse for ware. Lela had already tended him and now Coerraine was murmuring a prayer and laying a hand upon the small scorched daelvar. The Protectress was now helping Fen to his feet. A shaky-looking Festus stood nearby leaning on Duor. Erevan stood on his own accord listening intently to whatever the golden-haired elf warrior was relaying to him. "Yes, of course. How rude." Rhea said. "Alaria and company, may I present Silran Staliirosta of the eastern province of Evandrial." The elf, who stood as tall as Erevan with the same grace and poise and handsome face turned at the mention of his name. He nodded an acknowledgement to Alaria, though betrayed no emotion. His eyes were a cool lavendar, much lighter than Erevan darker violet and seemed to twinkle with a silver light of their own. "Honestly, Rhea. I don't know where your mind is some times." barked the red-headed priestess in the yellow tabard. "They need further healing and rest, not introductions. This isn't the Midwinter's Ball." the woman scoffed. She was a stern looking woman. A strong jaw, that reminded Alaria of Coerraine's, hazel eyes that did not bespoke the caring "softness" one might expect from one of Gilea's Sacred Daughters. All in all, she was more "handsome" than Rhea's "beautiful." "And that is Lela Eth Mitar, Protectress of Gilea. Not to worry, dear, her bark is not nearly as fierce as her bite." Rhea grinned at her clerical companion. "These are some of the friends I mentioned at our last meeting." Rhea explained. "We are a few of the Steel Dragons." "I do not wish to sound heartless, Montor" Silran began, though his handsome unblemished face bespoke no heart to speak of. He strode forward with elvin grace to address the mage in the midnight blue cloak. "I must concur with Lela...in part. We should be getting back. The Council awaits our return...and if we're lucky Carak has yet to find his way into my father's dungeons." Dungeons? Alaria thought to herself. Rhea's voice slipped within her mind, *Silran is one of the sons of Seniiris, lord-regent of Evandrial. And Carak....well, let's just say our friend Carak has a knack for getting himself into trouble.* A telepathic chuckle echoed in Alaria's brain. *He's....not quite the upstanding individual your daelvar is.* "I see." Alaria said aloud. She quickly chastised herself when this statement garnered looks from the wizard and elflord. They returned their attentions to each other without a word, being accustomed to Rhea's often used subtle mode of communicating. "Yes, of course. You are correct, Silran." the wizard-prince of Daenfrii replied. "Keep!" he called somewhat loudly through the great pillared hall. Before the echo of Montor's voice had subsided, a ball of shimmering white and blue light appeared, about a foot in diameter, hovering in the air at head height in front of the Dragonmage-apparent. "My lord prince." to voice buzzed from the light. It was at once feminine and masculine...like the response of several people at once with a melodic quality, like a choir. "Can you, please, locate Celerion and inform him I require his presence." Montor returned to the glowing ball. "The Lord Chamberlain is..." began the ball in reply before being interrupted by a much more present voice. "I am here, my lord." came the voice before anyone noticed the thin slightly bent figure moving at the far end of the huge chamber. A small tapping of the twisted staff, banded and shod with various metals that were heavily inscribed with mystic lettering, accompanied the figures slow approach. Celerion wore what appeared to be heavy purple velvet robes, trimmed in gold etched with more runes, and a large golden mantle about his shoulders that gleaned as if it might be crafted of gold itself. [I]This[/I] was a chamberlain in Daenfrii! Alaria remarked to herself in surprise. He was girded more regally than the Primagus of Ablidon himself! Alaria was confused when first Silran and then Erevan, after staring a moment with obvious surprise on his face, bowed deeply at the waist at the slow, obviously elderly figure neared them. The man's heard was ringed in a tarnished looking plain band of gold. The shoulder length hair, that at one time might have been a pale gold or sandy brown was now ashen with obvious grey and silver hairs, devoid of the soft or free flowing grace of a young man's hair. She scanned the face which showed many wrinkles and lines about the eyes and dipping jowels to each side of a thin-lipped mouth hung from thin, almost gaunt, cheekbones. His eyes though...the eyes were a stunning blue-green and seemed no older than Alaria or Erevan, despite the apparent age of the face. Only then did Alaria gasp in surprise to notice the man's ears. Tall and... pointed? Alaria did not think such a creature possible. Every elf she had ever seen or encountered was ageless! Erevan, himself, she knew to be more than a century despite his youthful countenance. How was this possible? This was an elf? An aged...[I]old[/I] elf?! "Greetings and well met, my lord...and toy our Steel Dragons and Stormriders. "We had not expected you for some time yet, my lord. Though of course, we are pleased to see your healthy return." the aged elf said with no apparent smile or emotion in his tone. "Greetings Revered Elder. Evandrial will sing to see you well." said Silran to the floor. "Oh rise, Silran." the Lord Clamberain waved his hand dismissively. "I should think we are safely beyond such unnecessary displays." Celerion said with what might be called mild annoyance as he neared the bowing elves. "And you, young one? Let's get a look at you." he said to Erevan who did not rise when Silran was acknowledged. Erevan rose and stared only a moment at the aged elf leaning on the heavily enchanted staff before shifting his eyes to golden etched hem of his robe. It was the first time any of the companions could think of that Erevan's face did look filled with the awe of the young...even childlike next to the elderly Celerion and, apparently, "mature" Silran. "Revered Elder, you honor me." Erevan said. Celerion looked Erevan up and down. A wiry greying brow, lifted slightly on the lined forehead. "Eres'ka Aiiri, is it?" he asked <[I]Eres'ka Aiiri="House Tracker"[/I]>. "Indeed, Revered Elder. I am Erevan son of..."the elvin archer began before stopping at Celerion's raised waving hand. "Be welcomed to Daenfrii, young one. And you all." he said looking at the battered and bruised collection of adventurers. "Collecting strays again, are we, my lord?" Celerion said finally turning attention to Montor. The first indication of emotion formed as the elf's thin lips quirked slightly into a small grin. "Something like that." Montor smiled back. "Can you arrange rooms for them? Call for some Sacred Daughters to attend them and see them fed and made comfortable." "Of course, my prince." Celerion responded unshaken. "A runner has already been dispatched to the temple. And shall I inform your father of your return?" "I'm afraid we must be off again. We shall return as soon as we are able." Montor replied before holding up an arm to the side of gathering. Seemingly at will, a circular portal of shimmering rays of amber and yellow light appeared. Silran took a bow of leave before Celerion and made for the portal. Lela was close behind. Rhea turned to Alaria, "We will be back as soon as we are able. But for now..." the Lady of the Emerald Tear held out her green-gloved hand to the magess, "I think it would be best." "Oh! Yes, of course." Alaria stammered and reached into her pouch to retrieve the Ihs Repahl. The inner light of the orb swirled in the magess' hand as she passed it to Rhea who, in turn, handed it over to Montor. "Ah, yes." Montor said, taking the mystic device. The wizard took only a moment to gaze into the orb before handing it over to Celerion. "See this is taken to the study." he said and then turned to Alaria. "Do not fear. There is no power on Orea than can find or harm you here. There is no worry that it will be safe in my sanctum. "Oh...Keep!" Montor said with surprise. The blue ball of light which had faded away with Celerion's arrival reappeared before the young mage. "...a coffer if you would." Immediately, the stone of the floor seemed to turn to liquid, rise and take a rectangular shape, as if carved from the very stone of the chamber, open on top. Montor opened the grey pouch on his hip and with a wave of his arm, the tornado of riches of the party's treasure again swirled out of the bag into into the open stone box. When the last of the coins and items had passed into the box, the stone again turned fluid and created a lid over the top. Then the whole block of solid looking stone began to sink back into the floor. "Now wait justa kobold-throwin' minute here!" Duor began to object. "Keep, take that to whatever chambers Celerion gives our guests." Montor said before smiling in Duor's direction. "Will that do, master dwarf?" "Eh...um...Yeah. That'll [I]do[/I] fine....uh...Thank yeh." said the thoroughly small-feeling dwarf. "Couldn't be going off forgetting that, now could we?" Montor said with a broad smile to Alaria. Alaria nodded, somewhat dumbly, at the handsome young man. The R'Hathi magess was quickly being overwhelmed by the apparent magical power of this place...these people. "Oh, and Celerion, have Felton set about finding anything he can about a wizard named Tresahd. He's found his way onto my[I] list.[/I]" Montor said over his shoulder as he headed toward the glimmering portal. "Very good, my lord." Celerion said and made a nodding bow to the Dragonage-prince's back. Rhea simply patted Alaria on the hand and went to leave with her companions. Her voice again sounded in Alaria's consciousness. *Don't worry, Magess. You have done very well. Your companions and the orb shall be safe here. I will speak with you again soon.* Alaria simply smiled and nodded a thankful reply. "Did ye believe that?," Lela was heard saying to Silran as they entered the portal. "[I]Burning Hands?[/I] The fool thought he could foil the Steel Dragons with Burning Haaannndssss..." the Protectress' final word and a chuckle of disbelief trailed off through the hall as she disappeared into the flickering rays of light. After Rhea and then Montor passed through, the portal simply closed in on itself, leaving no trace it had ever been there. Alaria looked to Erevan, who still stared with open-faced awe at the back of the Lord Chamberlain. The rest of the band looked to Alaria then Celerion then each other. After what seemed a long silence, the chamberlain tapped his staff upon the floor twice, as if to snap the group from a daydream. "Well then, are we going to stand about like a bunch of open-mouthed cod? No? I thought not." Celerion slowly made his way toward the hall's huge outer doors. "This way. Nevermind your things. "Rik! Quip! Gather the Stormriders' possessions and come along." Two teenaged boys quickly scampered from somewhere beyond the pillars and did as the elderly elf had commanded. They wore blue tunics with the golden dragon, wings outstretched, holding a sapphire emblem of Daenfrii emblazoned no the chest and small, flat-topped, blue caps. "Keep, inform me when the Daughters of Gilea arrive...apprise Captain Tormuk of our new arrivals so he can notify the guards...wouldn't want anyone getting a spear in the face for a night's cup of water, now do we?" Celerion said turning to Alaria with grin and wink. "...and inform his Lordship, Arganor, I will meet with him shortly. I shall explain the evening's events to the Lordmage, myself." the elf said finally as he neared the great doors. "As you will, Lord Chamberlain." said the haunting multiple 'voice' from the ball of light before it quickly swirled out of existence. Alaria and the rest of the beaten company followed behind...still shell-shocked by the evening's battle, subsequent rescue and apparent refuge of this most remarkable 'keep'. [/QUOTE]
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