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Sylvia Dawnstriker

My only wish is for my people to be safe...

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a character in “The War of Celandine”, as played by Butterfly Effect

Description

Name: Sylvia Dawnstriker
Race: Crimson Elf
Appearance: 5 foot 6 blond hair and glowing green eyes
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Age: 269
Personality: Calm and cool in most settings but can be given to outbusts of anger if pushed too far or her people or herself is put in danger. She is loyal to her people and almost like a mother trying to protect what is left of her people and thier way of life.
Rank: Commander of the Blood Knights and acting Queen of the Crimson Elf Horde
Weapons: Sword and shield sword does holy damage
Magic: She a paladin has holy magics that smite foes and heal allies
Opinion on the war: Doesn't want to be drawn into it but it seems she has little choice in the matter
History/Bio: Sylvia was born into a long line of blood knights so it was no surprise that she become one when she came of age. Training day and night for years she rose in rank till she was named to be one of the lesser commanders of the order. After the events of the Sun Well (see crimson elf history below) Sylvia was tasked with the job of leading the people off their island home. Saving as many as she could they loaded on ships watching helplessly has the rest of thir people died to give them a chance. With heavy hearts Sylvia and her people have landed on the human shore and into a war they do not want to fight.

History

History of the Crimson Elves

Roughly 1000 years ago a rogue group of elves when driven from their homes in the silverwood forests for pacticing forbidden Blood magic and Demonology. Calling themselves Crimson Elves they fled to human lands only to find themselves yet again unwelcome. Fleeing to the sea they made a fleet and sailed to the east to the unthouched islands east of they human lands never to be seen again....

On the islands they made vast cities with wonders of magic, but the magic tainted them and addicted them causing them to create the Sunwell. Drawing power from the well they learn much of magic and beings of the darker realms, but they always needed more power. This would lead to their downfall for the Crimson Elf king cast a spell to draw great power into himself and his people. The power was too much to contorl and the sunwell blew up and from it dark armies of demons spilled into the lands. With the king dead in the first wave the Elves fled though a few stayed behind to make sure the others got away and to seal to darkness to the islands...

Those that got away rallyed under the leadership of Sylvia Dawnstriker and trek into a war torn land...

So begins...

Sylvia Dawnstriker's Story

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Crimson Elf landing zone somewhere in the forests south of Ankhor Basin

"Acording to the maps we should be in the human forests south of the Ankhor Basin" spoke a tall male Crimson elf.
"Those maps are a thousand years old! For all we know we are in the realm of the damn dwarves..." spoke another
"No we never passed the Ankhor this must be the human...." started another
"Shut up all of you...this damn bickering will get us no where. I agree with Dysan though it is most logical that this is the human lands...or at least what where the human lands a thousand years ago... For now though this will have to be safe haven till we can get our barings... Feris are the scouts ready?" spoke Sylvia.
"Yes my lady they await your orders" answered the one called Feris.
Sylvia nodded and turned to the scouts "you are to go out in three groups one to the north one to the west and one to the southonce you get three days out return if you meet anyone human, elf, or dwarf do not engage them unless you have to..we need to know the lay of the land, we don't need foes...now go." With that she turned back to the rest of her people as the scouts left and spoke "Get the ships into the woods we don't want some human sailor to see them...besides we need the wood to fortify the camp... get to it."
Without another word the Crimson elves male, female, young, and old set to build what would be their camp.

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The north scouts

"If the maps are right we should hit the Ankhor in..." started a female scout
"Shut up, get down someone's coming!" interrupted the scouts commander

The scouts hid as best they could in the tall grass for the forest was now behind them. It didn't take long till they all saw the reason for their hiding a human patrol.

"Why in heaven's name are we even out here? Nothing never happens in this part of the land..." one of the soldiers complained.
"Yeah well that was before the Dwarves desided to attack and before the fishermen in Port Lasst saw the strange ships..." explained the human commander.
"So we are out here cause of midget sightings and some drunk fisher...great...here i thought the plan was to take the war to the pointy ears but no gotta follow some drunks tale..."
"Oh do shut up...if ya want to open your piehole do it to the commander when we get back to camp."
"Oh Yes..little camp in the dark woods...can we just get back there this patrol is a waste of time..."
"Fine Let's get back move it troops"

After the humans had cleared out a scout spoke up "Looks like we just walked into a war..."
"Yes...Lady Sylvia will want to hear this..back to camp..double time.."

The West Scouts

The scouts walked for many miles though the trees. Miles of nothingness till the redheaded female in lead signaled for them to stop and take cover. The scout green eyes all looked before them into a large clearing where a large number of human troops sat in their camp. they all watch as a small patrol entered the camp.
"Nothing to report..." spoke the commander
"yeah another waste of our time..." spoke the complainer
"Oh do shut up Jenkins..we have our orders and we will stay here till we get new ones now get out of sight both of you." spoke a man in silver armor who clearly was the leader.

Without a word the scout leader gave her men the back to camp signal.

The South Scouts

The crimson elf male looked with a smirk over the small human town of Port Lasst. He eyed the large human warship dock there as he spoke "Let's have some fun boys"
"But Lord Sevick your..." a scout started
"My Sister? She can play queen if she wants besides what will the burning of one ship cause? Besides you know my style it will look llike some drunk dropped his torch opps" The male laughed and signaled his men onward none where brave enough to not follow suit.
The Crimson Elves sneaked up and onto the ship silently taking out the few patroling sailors then seting the ship ablaze with it's own torches. They then slipped away into the woods a huge smirk on Sevick's face as he heard the paniced screams of the humans.

Crimson Elf main camp

Sylvia listened to the scouts leaders' reports with a blank face and a sigh she didn't want any part in a war. Her thoughts where broken though by the trail of smoke rising over the trees. "Sevick..." she muttered
"Gald to see me big sis" said Sevick with a smile.
"What have you done?!"
"Oh those clumsy humans set fire to their own ship"
Sylvia gave Sevick a right hook right to his smiling jaw knocking him to the dirt "You fucking idiot! If you wheren't family I'd gut your sorry ass right here..Are you trying to start a war? Get this piece of trash out of my sight before I forget it's related..."
The other Crimson Elves dragged off Sevick to a holding cage as Sylvia entered her tent. The other knew good and well to give her space till her temper settled down...

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"Right, ten copper, five bronze, or two gold," The Gnomish man said from beneath his thick, blonde, pigtailed beard. Onsel looked down at the man standing just over three feet tall. The Gnomes were Dwarven pygmies from the Northern Mountains, north of the Great River. The Ankhor Dwarves and the Northern Gnomes had little contact with each other, with the Dwarven population and production rates trumping the Gnomes there was little effort to trade, and soon the single underground highway that ran from Ankhor to the Northern Mountains was abandoned, and when Celandine separated itself between the races the Northern Mountains fell to the Elves, the Gnomes still in them.

"You can't seriously tell me ten copper is worth two gold?" Onsel muttered as she held the blade up.

"You 'an just pay with th' copper, lassy. I'm not tryin' to pull th' wool over ye'r eyes," The Gnomish man spat loudly between uneven, yellow teeth. "Business be business."

"Indeed it be," Onsel muttered as she pulled her money sacklette out. "I'll take that Elven blouse, those corduroy Human trousers... Eh, the blade, her sheath... The iron gauntlets, matching greaves... And the leather vest and shoes," She muttered as she glanced over the man's items. "Also, knock off how much you'll take for a Dwarven Jarl-Commander's armour," She muttered as she handed him the different parts of her outfit.

"I'll take th' armour, you take your goods, and we'll call it even, aye?" The Gnome said as he examined the expensive Dwarven armor. Onsel smiled at him as she took her products from his cart and carried them back into the tavern. The Gnome climbed the stepladder on the side of his yak back onto it's saddle and began to move along once more down the road, onto the next town no doubt. After a few minutes Onsel emerged from the tavern once again, fully dressed in her new outfit, the only remaining feature being her inside out Jarl's cloak.

"Ready at last!" The Old Dwarf hummed as he stepped out of the bakery, he too dressed plainly. "Ah yes! Much less conspicuous."

"Right," Onsel muttered as she rubbed her eyes, still tired even though it was midday. "Let's be off. I've had enough of this village to last a lifetime."

"Or two, in your case," The Old Dwarf murmured.

"Stop," Onsel sighed as the two began their journey north through the human fields, in the east the outline of the Ankhor mountains loomed in the distance...

***

Onsel tugged at the hips of her trousers as she walked. They were meant for children, she had to buy children's clothing it would be the only things that fit her in human lands. The problem with that was that human children, while her height, were generally frail, thin and starving, and she was not frail and most definitely not thin. Same issue applied to the Elven blouse, which she barely squeezed into. With the armour, the gauntlets and greaves, she faced the opposite problem. They were meant for short human warriors, Equestrian pirate make, but were still not small enough for a Dwarf. They were too large for her, with the gauntlets ending beyond her elbow and the greaves beyond her knees. Still, looking like an ill-dressed buffoon was better than looking like the Conquerer of Naugeskor wherever she roamed, that much she was certain.

"Wait," The Old Dwarf whispered as he knelt down into the grasses along the edge of the hill they walked upon. Onsel lay on her stomach beside him and watched as below a Human patrol passed. "Not taking chances today, we mustn't..." He mumbled through his beard and the grasses.

"So we are out here cause of midget sightings and some drunk fisher," One of the soldiers spat as he walked through the grasses with his hands on his hips. "Great... here U thought the plan was to take the war to the pointy ears but no gotta follow some drunk's tale..."

"Oh do shut up!" Another muttered. "If ya' want to open your piehole do it to the Commander when we get back to camp."

"Oh Yes... Little camp in the dark woods... Can we just get back there? This patrol is a waste of time..." The first replied.

"Fine. Let's get back, move it troops," A third, the Commander said. Onsel recognized them, they were dressed in mismatched armor, just as the small Human army that had decimated her forces were dressed. The Human patrol began to walk away. Onsel began to raise from the ground, just as, below her, just slightly off from where the humans were, Elven forms stood from the tall grasses they had hid in. Onsel quickly narrowed herself onto the hilltop again at the sight.

"Looks like we just walked into a war..." One of the Elves sighed from below.

"Yes," Another replied. "Lady Sylvia will want to hear this... Back to camp, double time."

As the Elves began to run off through the grasses the Old Dwarf quickly raised himself from the ground and brushed himself off. "Quickly, Darcy, my dear. After those Elves!"

"...Why," Onsel replied with a shrug. "We're supposed to go North to the Dwarf occupied city."

"The Dwarves have always raged war on the plains here, that was the battle of the lush!" The Old Dwarf bellowed at Onsel. "That was our place. Keep calm and carry on we did, it was just everyday, we'd gotten used to it. We know the Dwarves well, we do. Hell I am one!"

"I think you mean waged; and right, so let's go there, to the occupied city, since we already know how they work," Onsel suggested helpfully.

"But Elves! Elves coming to the plains!" The Old Dwarf continued angrily. "The Human's here know the Dwarven threat, they can deal with it. But Elves... No, no we must stop this at once..." And with that the Old Dwarf turned around and began to follow the distant Elven forms through the grass.

"Wait!" Onsel spat. "I need to get to that city, you don't understand how important it is! I... I really have to settle my debt and you're my only guide!"

"Then come with me!" The Old Dwarf called. "We see what these Elves are up to, knock a few heads, then get back up North to the city! Trust me lass, come with me and I won't let your quest go on unresolved!"

Onsel paused for a moment before cursing beneath her breath. She steadily ran up beside the Old Dwarf and the two continued through the grasslands, now heading south after the distant shadows of the Elven scouts. As they ran she glanced to the Old Dwarf beside her. He truly believed she was like him, an exiled Dwarf now on Humanity's side. How little he knew about her truly unfortunate situation. And so they ran on...

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Sylvia turn swifty drawing her blade pointing in at the young female ranger that enter her tent "You should know better then to enter my tent at a time like this." she said angerly
The terrorfied ranger spoke nervously "Please forgive me my lady but our lookouts have spotted two Dwarves coming from the north it's only a mater of time before the reach us"
Sylvia sighed and put away her sword much to the relief of the ranger. "They may be scouts...let them make the first move, hopfuly they will just pass by us. If they just pass by then leave them be, but if they come too close or try to attack cripple them and bring them to me...I'll be with my brother..."
"As you wish my lady" spoke the ranger before she left to relay the orders.

Soon after the ranger left Syliva too left her tent and went to her brother's cage. "That must have been one hell of a hit you gave him, he's still out cold." spoke the gaurd as Sylvina walked up.
"Take a break Micali I'll watch him for a bit..."
The gaurd nodded and walked off as Sylvina sat in front of Sevick's cage looking at her brother with a sigh "You are such an idiot" she whispered to the knocked out form.

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As the sun grew lower in the afternoon sky Onsel and the Old Dwarf continued to travel as silently as possible, keeping to the Elves swift pass as to not lose them but careful not to get to close. The duo eventually followed the Elves through the woodlands and to the thick edge of the Ankhor forests. The Elves before them hurriedly scuttled between it's dense trees and further in. Onsel and the Old Dwarf quickly made their way from the hill they had knelt behind and approached the wall of trees before them.

"Neither the Human's nor the Dwarves are proper masters of forest warfare," Onsel whispered as she gazed up at the ancient green trees that loomed before her, their leafs now bright colours of red and orange for the fast approaching Autumn. "The Elves must of come up from the coast and hidden in it..." Onsel scratched her chin slightly as she stepped between the curved trees where the Elves had entered, the loud crunch of leafs crushing beneath her leather boots welcoming her to the forests. In the distance she spotted the Elven scouts leap over a fallen tree and continue on into the labyrinth of red. "Still, the Elves have always hidden in the north, in the Silverwood... why attack now," Onsel sighed as she turned to the Old Dwarf who approached her side. "It can mean they are either winning the war and expanding from their defensive tactics, or they are getting desperate... Or the Elven Queen is dead and her replacement is much less passive."

"...Well, if the Elves have been winning let us change things up and give them a definite recorded loss, eh?" The Old Dwarf growled as he began after the Scouts once more, directly into the web of trees that stood before him. Onsel glanced back at the sunlight and clear, grassy hills beyond the forests edge before continuing on with her companion after the mysterious Elves.

The Dwarves continued on once again, deeper and deeper into the heart of the Autumn forest until the light was so little and the trees so thick it felt as though night had come just after midday. After just a few hours in the forest, however, it seemed that the Old Dwarf had reached his goal, as just past a stream that ran through the mossy and leaf covered grounds a small camp stood. Their tents were green, quilted like the trees, only standing out due to the forests seasonal transformation. In the centre of the camp many Elven soldiers worked, enough to make it look like proper military encampment, massive and yet all compacted beneath the trees.

"Well Darcy," The Old Dwarf chuckled as he pulled his pipe from his pocket and placed it beneath his bearded lips. "Looks like we've found our Elves."

"Don't go charging in," Onsel replied as she eyeballed the camp from a distance. In the centre of the camp she saw a she-elf emerge, standing proud. The Commander no doubt. The woman walked forward through the camp and approached a large cage hung from a tree in it's centre where another Elf was being held. "This is proper military we're dealing with. Dwarvendom's military, though bound in ancient traditions, is successful due to it's extreme levels of organization. They have a systematic way of doing things and are prepared for anything, including a wilderness attack. The Elves aren't nearly as anal about these things but I guarantee you they too have protocols. If we run in charing we won't take any of them out, the immediate soldiers will retreat and the famed Elven archers will take their aim, most likely to kill. If not to paralyze, which will lead to torture, which is never pleasant. No, we need a plan. More central in camp is the Commanders tent. Now, patrolling the camp are the guards, from what I've seen they go about in groups of four. If we hide in the trees and strike silently we may be able to take a group of four out. We get into their army and take an irregular route back into the camp to avoid detection. Once in we head to the Commanders tent. Kill her if we can and take their military strategies then get out as quick as possible. If we continue on east we'll get out of the lush faster than going back west. They will hunt us though and we only stand I chance if we reach the coast, they're coated with village guards and mercenaries, both Human and Dwarven. In a fight there we will have allies. And of course we'll have to wait for the Commander to get back into her tent, assuming that is her." Onsel bit her lip as she repeated the details of her plan to herself. "What do you think, fafhar?" She asked, turning to the old, pipe smoking man beside her only to see an empty fold in the leafs.

"For Erandor!" The Old Dwarf screamed as he charged into the camp, still smoking his pipe and wielding a massive axe. The Old Dwarf ran into the centre of the camp and thrust his axe forward into the gut of an Elven guard, ripping the blood soaked weapon out a second later and swinging at more Elves.

"Yup, that was a mistake," Onsel yelled as she jumped beside the Old Dwarf and unsheathed her blade...

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Sylvia looked at her brother with a sigh and was about to leave him where she heard him groan and then speak "Sister...I'm sorry" he muttered before drifting back into sleep. Sylvia sighed and shook head head but before she could say anything a shout entered the air.

"For Erandor!" yelled out an old and most likely insane dwarf. The old Dwarf got the jump on one guard but the others where quick to react holding their weapons and defencely falling back luring the old foolish dwarf into a volley of arrows aimed at his arms and legs the old dwarf fell crippled. a group of imps then hopped out set to bash the old dwarf and then tie him up but they jumped away as they saw the younger female dwarf.

By this time though a good portion of the crimson elf army had appeared their green eyes glowing in anger about to set upon the female dwarf but stopped as Sylvia walked forward sword in hand she looked at the dwarf woman "I suggest you put down your sword small one we have no quarrel with your kind...sadly though your friend has shed my people's blood" Sylvia thrust her sword into the old dwarf ending his life then pulled it out and pointed the blood stained blade at the Dwarf woman "Now drop your blade small one unless you wish to share your friend's fate"

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Onsel looked on in horror as the Elf pulled out her blade, pulling at the newly ripped ends of light silk tunic the Old Dwarf wore. He let out a heavy sigh and turned to glance at Onsel, his mouth open among his many hairs and his eyes in true sadness. And with that the collapsed onto his back, among a cushion of leafs and moss.

"Now drop your blade small one unless you wish to share your friend's fate," The Elf spoke as stepped forward, treading over the Old Dwarf's round stomach as she did. She extended her blade, still lightly coated in blood forward at Onsel's chest. Onsel paused for a moment, to think. All around her Elven soldiers stood, their green eyes piercing through the darkness of the shadowed woods. They all held weapons, bows or blades, though down at their sides casually, as if the threat had already been nullified. Onsel glanced past the Commanding Elf's legs, to the corpse of the Old Dwarf behind her, laying on his back with his arms over his head, his mouth still open. And perhaps it had. She dropped her blade to the ground, it's light rusted body clinking loudly as it hit the rocks at her feet.


Onsel turned from the Old Dwarf's corpse back to the Commanding Elf. After a moment she gave a large, toothy grin. "Well... Welcome to Dwarvendom!" Onsel exclaimed after a moment...

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Sylvia nodded and wiped the blood from her blade as she spoke in elven the dwarf woman like wouldn't know what she said but it didn't mater as the actions that followed showed what was spoken. The tiny imps returned many of them giving the dwarf rude looks before do their tasks. Two imps grabed the female dwarf's sword carring it like a prize as the others dragged off the corpse of the old dwarf to gods knows what ends. As she imps worked the elves gracefuly took the body of the fallen elf and carried it into a tent.

Sylvia then turned back to the dwarf and spoke "I am Sylvia Dawnstriker and these are my people the Crimson Elves...We want no part of this war we just want a safe haven. I didn't want to have to slay your friend..but our laws are clear when blood is shed blood must be repaid." She sighed then looked down at the Dwarf "Now we shall have words in my tent.."

Sylvia turned and walked to her tent as two guards in heavy red armor walked up behind the dwarf they said nothing but motioned for the dwarf to follow Sylvia to her tent. Their frim stance and cold glare told painly it would not be wise for the dwarf not to listen.

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Town of Port Lasst

Aneska looked around the small town of Port Lasst it was not something to write home about that's for sure but the king saw it fit to send his newest commander here first reports of dwarf sightings, then a fleet of demonic ship and finally a human warship being burned. What a way to get my feet wet... thought Aneska. It was long before a human man in silver armor walked up to the necromanic commander...

"I assume you are Lady Ravenwood? I am Sir Fanix commander of the forces here." spoke the silver armored man

"You assume correctly Sir Fanix...now please share with me what is going on here..." answered Aneska

"We belive a dwarven army has moved into the area and are camped in the forests...odd as it seems but we no of no way the elves could have got here. We where planing to enter the woods and look for them but chose to wait when we got word of your coming."

"Dwarves in the trees...seems odd but whatever this threat is we will end it swifty."

Aneska then ordered her army a mix of undead and humans into the woods.

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"Lady Sylvia your brother is awake and wishes to talk to you..." spoke a warrior
Sylvia sighed "Fine..I will see too him wait here and tell the dwarf i'll be back shortly..."
The warrior nodded and Sylvia left her tent. She walked up to the cage and looked at her brother Sevick with a sigh.
"Sister...i'm sorr..."
"I know...and i may have overreacted.."
"So will you let me out now dear sister?"
"Fine I guess you have had enough of a time out..."
Sylvia started to unlock the cage when a blast of dark magic turned both the cage and sevick to ash. The blast was followed by a shout "For Port Lasst!"
Sylvia turned her eyes angerly on the woman that fired the blast yelling her own battle call "For Quel Talas!"
The other Crimson elves joined in the shout and soon the bodies of humans undead and Crimson elves clashed in bloodly battle. But Sylvia only had in her sights the necromancer that even now was turning more of her people to dust. She slashed though the foes line blind holy rage her guide only till a man in silver armor bared her way "you go no far.." his words where ended with the loss of his head and the humans started to lose ground but the head of the snake was not yet severed...

Aneska laughed as Sylvia came before her "So the little she elf has come to die at my hands like her brother"
Sylvia said nothing but in anger grabed Aneska's neck choaking her but in her anger she did not note Aneska dagger which burried itself into her side. she could feel the life draining from her. Sylvia cut with her sword slashing across Aneska's tummy and causing her to fall back. Now both wounded they circled each other Aneska with her dagger and Sylvia with her sword. The armies stared on stopping their fight to watch the two heros as if the whole battle stood on which one won. Aneska formed a ball of darkness and threw it at Sylvia who dodged it and drove at Aneska with her sword. Aneska managed to block the first strike but the speed of Sylvia was seen with the second strike which cut off Aneska's arm. Aneska fell to her knees looking up in shock at Sylvia only to see and feell Sylvia's sword slam down her mouth and into her neck giving her a painful and gory end. Sylvia then removed her blade and picking up Aneska's dagger she turned to the horrifed humans "Now you die" she said even as they undead allies turned to dust with the loss of the necromancer.

The Crimson Elves made short work of the remaining humans Sylvia then turned to her forces "burn the camp and the dead...then we march to Port Lasst...It will burn in our vengace.."
"what of the dwarf?" asked one
"She can find her own way out of this...our war is with the humans now... For Quel Talas!"
"For Quel Talas!" shouted back the army of Crimson Elves now marching to war.

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Port Lasst stood before the Crimson elf horde at last. Its army destoryed in the woods now only a few town guards and brave farmers rushed to try and rally a defence. Sylvia lead the charge now mounted on her sliver armored horse Firewind. The Holy blood knights rode behind her slaming into the line of guards and farmers runing them over with sheer power as the Rangers fired volley upon volley of fire arrows into the helpless town. The warlocks and mages added to the massacre lauching fireballs in the town burning all in their wake as the demonic imps ran into town jumping on and clawing the human commoners fleeing for their lifes. The townsfolk where in full retreat from the flaming venagence of the Crimson Elves running to the ships to make for the sea. Seeing this Sylvina turned her knights to the sea "Blood knights to me! Drive these vermin into the sea!"


(kinda short but giving Aaron a chance to post getting out of dodge (or whatever) before i roast the town :P)

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Those who have left our arms.

Björn Ironhammer

Björn Ironhammer died in battle, as any honorable Dwarf should. His funeral is one that the bards will song of for ages to come, filled with many a song and drink. His death occured on 3E 7C 78Y June 16. Rest in peace, Mighty Warrior.

Daedron of The Hollow

Not much is known of Daedron's death, he disappeared from the history books directly after the war began. Rest in peace, Mouse.

Drake Ravenseeker

Drake was another one of the Humans that went incognito after the war began, most likely fleeing to the Forests after the siege of Erandor. Rest in peace, Mouse.

Lafarin Dalisia

Much mourning and sorrow was accompanied with the death of Lafarin Dalisia, on account of the Elven people. He is buried at the site of The Battle of Deep Wood, where he met his end. A lone oak standing amidst a field of bright flowers is all that remains of him. His sister Queen Arlathina, has declared it an official sacred territory of the Elves. It is attended to by the Queen's Druids, and can be visited by anyone to pay their respects. Rest in peace, Silenced Brother.

Keaghan The Corrupted Knight

Keaghan was a brave knight, one of the finest the Humans had to offer. Alas, he was corrupted by the dark magic that plagued Celandine. His demise was brought about after the union of Humans, Elves, and Dwarves. The bards still sing songs of his woeful story today. Rest in peace, Just Knight.

Aneska Ravenwood

Aneska Ravenwood was slain in battle, by Sylvia Dawnstriker The Redeemer. She was a great necromancer who aided the Humans in their hour of need. Rest in peace, Silenced Sister.

Yuhra Quartam Gladio

Yuhra was brought to an end by her father, and as such she brought to end him. After a magnificent battle, with her will to live diminished, Yuhra pressed herself onto the blade of her father, Azure. And in her last moments thrust her blade through him. They died together, locked in a warm embrace. Queen Arlathina witnessed this event. It is said that on moonlit nights the spirits of Yuhra and her father can be seen frollicking among the trees, laughing and playing together as a father and daughter should. Rest in peace, Forbidden Daughter, and Forbidden Lover.

Galdra Orarira

Galdra Orarira met her end with the uprising of the Ekalon, which was quickly subdued by the Elven Military. When Galdra died the rest of the order was effectively dissolved. Rest in peace, Night Mother.

Amond Seleem

Amond Seleem died of poor nutrition while in the custody of the Elves. Rest in peace, Vengeful Soul.

Onsel Saexren

Onsel met her end at The Siege of Erandor. Rest in peace, Determined Commander.

Sylvia Dawnstriker

Sylvia was returned to the oaks, as were the rest of her people, and they had been missed for almost a thousand years. Rest in peace, Redeemer.

Azure

Azure was brought to an end by his daughter, Yuhra. Rest in peace, Forbidden Father, and Wandering Soul.

Queen Arlathina Dalisia

Queen Arlathina Dalisia died after a sucessful and prosperous rule of 600 years. At the time of her death she said these words, "In my life I have witnessed things that we Elves will never understand. Nor the Humans or Dwarves. We are all brethren in the depths of the forest. I can hear my mother's sweet singing. Rest in peace, Silent Mother."