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Content copyright Lands of Exile 2019
Jan 28, 2018

Second Year Anniversary since the Fire


Edited: Mar 28, 2018





The lone wood dock was a singlular outstrech arm out to the lake, made of whitewashed planks and logs.


No activity or crates to be seen here, the dock streched unadorned and empty to the horizon, with no boat or sailors to occupy it.


The sun began to set behind the silohuette of trees, it melted like a veil made of warm honey. All so silent.


The tranquil waters of the lake met the sea at the horizon, it too glittered like gold coins from the dying sun in complete silemce.


The forest that embraced the lake's edges exhailed a low fog in to the waters, a mist forming where the sun did not hit. All of it was in deafening silence.


This natural world was teamimg with its own visual language; colorful, active and wild, yet noone could hear it.


Much like Aleena's heart.


The only figure at this hour, was a petite maiden with long white hair and a simple white robe at the entrance of the docks. Her eyes panned about to the world, swimimg with thoughts and memories lost somewhere in this symphony of nature?


Teaming with chambers of feelings, but unable to speak them besides a lamenting gaze. She was holding a wreath of leaves and acorns painted white. There were no flowers to spare for such a thing,...


There was also a single paper lantern in the middle. It was all the little priestess could afford in these times of calamity, making due with abundant items.


The cool wind blew against her white long hair messily as she gazed down to the wreath in her hands, clenching her fingers around it.


( it has been nearly two years....) she said to herself. Give a month or two by her counting, the anniversary of the great fire happened during this season.


She couldn't believe it, where did the time go? Why does it feel slower?


She embraced the memorial wreath to herself and began a slow descent toward the end of the dock,


The planks that ached with each step was the only thing breaking yhe silence, she felt haunted by the solitude.


(...is this wreath for me? or for them?...) she asked herself, feeling her eyes swell.


A part of her hoped others would join her, but with this weather she did not blame them if they did not. It was just so cold....

Jan 29, 2018Edited: Mar 28, 2018


She froze in place and clenched her eyes when a huff of winter greeted her at the end of the pier. A chill to the bone, sharp and unyielding, made her quiver inside her velvet white robe. When it subsided, she exhailed inrelief .


It's soo cold.


Looking behind her, she wondered if others were around. At heart she knew many would want to join, but this wet air and chill can bring any to a fever by nightfall. The healer didn't want that for anyone.


She exhails and speaks outloud against the cool air….

"My dearest Eldest, I am but ze humble priestess in your name, hear my small prayer from my heart...

On the memory of the time we lost all in ze great fire over two years ago...


For your comfort could end winter! Your embrace of a mother in the warm sun, a fleece of compassion and kindness, felt in the haunting moonlight. Your Light is brave and valient against the ever gloom, passionate and unyeilding courage against darkness.....


Please hear me?


For this prayer is to the onez lost in the horror from burns. Oh eldest, how they suffered in so much in pain. They suffered so much. Embrace them from the beyond, for your love is everlasting to mend all pain.


For the ones who did survived, how we suffer to hear their cries still, when we close our eyes or speak their name. We agonize that we could not do more, as our love ones died inburns . I pray to thee I'nil, tend to the hearts of pained and sorrow, left behind and putting themselves together piece by piece plagued in guilt . Please be by our side.


A prayer to those who lost it all. No roof to call ze home, no food in the stomach, no thrist to quench in ze tongue that did not have ashes. I pray to thee Eldest of the Heart, for the lost and for the hungry, be with them still. Do not let them give up.


A prayer to the ill and the hopeless. They have lost home, family and even purpose. I pray to thee I’nil, please do not let their light go out. Give them a reason to live. Give them a smile and moment of joy, so they can gain the strength in their soul to continue on. Do not abandon them. Eldest who wears the Light, give them hope...

And lastly my Eldest, for the ones we have lost in the blaze and in the last year. I know they are well, for they return to the ever lasting light of the Great Six with you....


May this light reach them and know, to all we have miss and love them still...always....

I know you are well,…we have not forgotten you. "

Kneeling down, she dropped the crown of white acorns and wreath below, making a soft 'fffht!' landing against the watery surface.


Slowly, like a trance, the wreath spun and slowly left the pier's side to the open waters.


She spoke a whisper then blew a kiss towards the wreath. Instantly it earned a small glow, a hidden fire incantation now lives inside the paper lantern.


Tucking her hands under her sleeves she watched it float away til the sky mourned with her in soft shades of blue and purple.




As it floated away, she noted how the water here always moved away from the land instead of towards it? Aleena was not well versed in the natural way of oceans but, maybe the water wanted to push boats away from the dangerous things that lurked here ? A warning perhaphs? Or a friendly gesture to stay away....

….or perhaps an invitation to come? With the waves pushing out to sea, 'notes' in forms of branches, leaves and even seeds can be found by sailors floating on the waters. Hinting of fresh territories to be discovered, a new beginning?


A new hope buried in the Exiled Lands...


The lone wreath lantern glowed for all to see, til it reached the ocean. It too carried it's silent message for the rest of the night.

Jan 31, 2018Edited: Jan 31, 2018

Past the treeline off the shore, out of view of the docks Theron walks along the trail worn into the forest floor. Grey cloak and hood obscure his black and red colors of the Order, and he navigates over roots with wide steps, balancing on his staff plunged into the ground. He pauses when he hears wings flapping and sees a white spotted owl perch suddenly on one of the branches above him, bare from winter.


"There we are..." he smirks. "Knew not everybody would be hibernating."


He slowly sets the staff against a nearby trunk and reaches quietly as he can into his green satchel. He pulls out a worn leather book, and flips past pages full of arcane notes and spells to one already marker.


Paralyze: Based on the Ruchonic Method.


He glances at it briefly, then seems to confirm with a small glowing rune he had palmed in his hand that indicated the presence of some magical alignment. Looking up at the owl he mutters quietly.


"This shouldn't hurt you...no promises for myself though..."


Steadying with a breath his voice drops slightly as he intones, hand stretched out to the bird.


"Ire of Rhodda hold you!"


Whisps of blue energy whirl around his hand with a faint glow, but suddenly seep back in as ink is absorbed by a cloth. Theron's eyes cross in pain as his arm spasms and his teeth are set on edge. "Fffffffff" is the closest thing to a word he gets as he slumps to his knees, jaw locked as the spell fails to take any form and the mana backlashes into him as Wild Magic.


Pushing his eyes shut, he raises his other hand and grips the wrist of the arm caught in pain. "Grace of the Lady Heal us!" he says with something more akin to whimpering than a wizard intoning a spell, as more focused mana pours out the left hand, into the right with the soothe of a healing spell.


The Tome member is left on his knees for a moment as he breathes deep, letting the pain subside. Seeing his back fallen on some stones, he picks it up and brushes of a few bits of snow. Retrieving a pen from the holster Rose bought him he adds a note into the spell entry.


Current trends in the wind of Ghyran make the spell untenable. Ouch.


The owl that Theron originally found leans off the branch and opens it's wings, flying away further down the trail with a flutter.


Theron stands with a small grimace, gathering his staff and walking back where he came from. "If you're going to tattle to the forest fae," he smirks with his teeth. "tell her...owl never do that again."




As he ventures back onto the main trail, Theron moves over to the shrine Syl'vana had left all those months ago to the Water Fae, giving a quick glimpse at its condition. From there he peers down the distance of the dock and sees the unmistakable feature of Aleena standing at the end. Righting himself, he walks down to join her. His boot clomps would easily alert her, or anyone else nearby of his approach.


Walking up towards her he nods and smiles in greeting. "You sure do find yourself around water a lot, don't you?"


Seeing the wreath in the water, his tone shifts to a more serious and apologetic one. "Ah. Sorry. I'm interrupting."

Feb 1, 2018

At hearing him approach, she paused to view him from her left, her eyes squint with lifted brows,


"You do not know, do you?"


Seeing he could not connect what day tonight was?


Her face faulted saddly, and spoke in hushness of what the wreath meant.






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