Lands of Exile Forum

I was walking in the woods a little ways from camp several days ago...almost a week ago now. I probably shouldn't have been so far away but I am so thankful that I was. As I passed by an obviously covered trap that was clearly made to catch an animal I saw a small shuffle of the leaves and heard a faint cry. I couldnt help myself and uncovered the trap to find the saddest sight I could lay my eyes on. A very tiny black fox cub that was no more than a month old. I have no clue how he got there but his leg was badly tangled and he wouldnt have survived long in his situation. Even as I write this he may not survive still but I am remaining hopeful. I freed him from the trap by removingvthe leg. I was lucky to be carrying some of Sonu'ul's healing potion on me. He was too weak to drink it but I poured a few drops on him where the leg was and prayed to Noktal not to take him just yet. After bandaging the leg I took him home. Ive learned potions poured on a wound wont heal it...I didn't honestly expect it to...but it seems to at least helped stabalize him. And I have prayed many more times with Noktal not to take him. I would have asked Kierna but as death isnt her relm it didnt feel right to ask her to snatch him away from the one trying to take him to rest in the afterlife. I thought I had lost him a few times but was able ti pull him back. Maybe my prayers have helped. I finally got him to take some ground meat and some cream but he still won't take any potions. He is now resting and i feel he will pull through as he has not shown any signs of fading today. I may have found some favor with the Eldest after offering to name tge little guy Nok if he could stay in this realm to show others that the Eldest of death is not evil and is capable of kindness and mercy as well. Well I am going to enjoy some quiet sewing time. There is no telling when little Nok will wake up hungry. While I am tired, this tiny fox is worth all the hours of lost sleep.

Out of Game Note: ((Private intimate Roleplay. Please Private message me on Facebook for permission if you want participation, otherwise, it would be a solo roleplay. Thanks)) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There wasn't much to see in the large meadow. A long wide patch of greenery seems untouched and unchallenged by the passing time. It was surrounded by trees on all sides and uninhabited. Whatever trails were once earthed here were long overgrown and no longer visible. Unlike New Haven, it was much grassier, the earth is rich in color and hardly had any sand, there were fewer pinecones and more sawgrass that brushed just below the knees. Each step would soak a traveler from dewdrops and their boot laces covered in tiny snails. The meadow was teaming with the sounds of crickets, small moths, bees and the sounds of birds chittering in the treelines. Occasionally, a gust would roll in, winds that blew in from afar would whirl across the entire area for lengthy distances, making all trees ache in a rolling symphony for miles before it returns to a deafening stillness. From the skies, fresh white clouds churn with sunlight brilliantly. The rich azure was moving on its own pace, indifferent to the world below. It was all very surreal...at least for Aleena it felt that way. At the edge of the tree line, dwarfed by the scenery, was a small white hair maiden with a cloak, holding her white curly healer's staff against her. She was pale in complexion and surveyed the scenery with a forlorn weight in her eyes in quiet regard. To any, it would deem just another meadow, but to her, it was a historic place to the few who knew it. Insignificant to many, but regarded by just a handful. The gentle cool breeze blew against the grass and although there was no activity, she sailed her mind in the lost active memories that once happened here. It was in these empty fields where Aleena spent her first nights in the Exiled Lands, just over four years ago. The beginning and where it all started. Before New Haven even existed. Before they even knew what an 'Elendari' was? Or even knew what to do on an hour by hour basis. Before they understood what they were getting themselves into? This is where it all started for her, what she calls 'The Old Meadow' ...

Ro’an sits alone at a table in the high town Tavern. It’s after midnight and most of New Haven is asleep as he should be. Yet, Ro’an finds sleep eluding him. Leaning back against the wall with the kitchen behind him he takes comfort in the peace of the late night, empty tavern. The fire place still crackles with a hearty fire as tonight, like many leading up to it, is still cold. Ro’an takes in a deep breath trying to center himself, and calm the constant anxious feeling he has had within his chest since the events of the 11th month late last year. Ro’an had to relive those events in more detail recently when Torrin asked to interview him while preparing for the upcoming trial. Thinking of the impending trial just made him even more anxious. He dreaded having to sit in front of all those people and having to tell the story again. As if people already did not know what happened. Ro’an sighed again. ”This is why you cannot sleep you know“, he thought to himself. ”You are dwelling on things beyond your control....again.” This thought at least gathered a small laugh out of Ro’an; measuring mental well being based on control of ones life now there’s a sad joke. This drew Ro’an’s mind to a strange experience he had near the beginning of the week. Ro’an though it a good idea to write down the experience in case it was important. Sitting back up Ro’an reaches into his pouch and pulls out his journal and a quill and begins to write. The 6th day of the 3rd month in the fourth year of the Age of Fire, I awoke with a jolt, suddenly, standing upright in the woods beyond Everdusk seemingly in the middle of the night. My heart began to race, how, why, whom, again? Questions racing through my mind. Then I heard whispering, and a chill filled my entire being. I began to think this was how they were going to punish me for my insolence, for my betrayal. I nervously looked around me while reaching down to my side for one of my weapons anything to defend myself with and to my horror I was completely unarmed, alone, in the woods, outside of town, at night. Great, just perfect. I am going to die and I cannot even be given the honor of defending myself. Somehow while I am trying to figure out my desperate situation I suddenly realize the whispering I am hearing is firstly not in my head, and secondly is more than one voice. At this point I am to terrified to move, but somewhat relieved, I think, that this does not seem to be....them.... What a strange thought to have right before you think you are going to die? Then I noticed, something, a form, a shape, standing further down the path. I could feel it staring at me, and then it vanished. When it vanished so too did the whispering all around me cease. By the eldest I ran so fast back to the safety and fire light of everdusk. I have no idea what that was or how I ended up there, but I hope that does not happen again. Ro’an closes his journal and finally feels like he can sleep. Storing both his journal and quill back inside his belt pouch the weary Grehlok wanders back to his cabin for some much needed rest.