Player Plot: I will call you home

[arlathvhen]

WHO: Beleth, Cyril, Merrick, and Ellana Ashara, Thranduil, Sina Dahlasanor, Metaari, Sam Gareth, Kallian Endris, Alistair and Ruby i think??? whoever wants to go
WHAT: Keeping Up With The Asharas, the reality tv show
WHEN: Backdatedish, around mid-kingsway
WHERE: The Heartlands of Orlais
NOTES: OOC post

Tel'enfenim, da'len Irassal ma ghilas Ma garas mir renan Ara ma'athlan vhenas Ara ma'athlan vhenas	Never fear, little one, Wherever you shall go. Follow my voice-- I will call you home. I will call you home.

Clan Ashara currently resides in a small valley nestled into the mountains, that seems idyllic for a Dalish clan. A stream runs through the valley, descending into a waterfall with the steep cliffs on one side, and sheer mountain walls going straight up on two other sides. The only way in and out is through a gap big enough to lead several aravels through. It's a defensible position, safe from any threats. Except the fade rift that has opened up just a little ways from the gap. The hunters can handle the demons spewing from it well enough, and there are always a couple stationed there to pick off whatever appears. But it's too dangerous to lead the aravels and noncombatants through, and thus, they are forced to wait. To compound the issue, there's a village close to where they're currently staying, and while both sides have kept to themselves, neither are pleased with the current situation. They've helped get a message to the Inquisition in hopes that someone will come take care of the problem, and now both are tensely waiting for something to happen to change the situation, for better or worse. And so the members of Clan Ashara, with their friends in tow, return back to their clan.

Comments

[nadasharillen]

Despite being unsurprising, the news still gives Nari cause to smile around the grass stem. "If she weren't the Keeper's First, I think she would be halla'amelan. I'm not a bit surprised she came to see them first," she says, looking again at the herd, the farther off flashes of white and silver as the halla move gracefully through the grasses and brush.

After a moment, she returns her gaze to Sulahni. "You haven't had too much trouble coming to them with the Rift demons, have you?"

[serannas]

"No, thank the Creators. They've been doing well, probably because I rarely leave their side since the rift appeared." The thought of coming into the halla pen and seeing them turn green glowing eyes on her before they attack pulls at her heart. She's heard of wolves being affected in this way and if she has to put down the halla, the clan may as well put her down too.

"But I can't say I'm not glad you brought someone who can close it." She jerks her chin off in Thranduil's direction. "He's an odd one, isn't he? All tall and tiny eared, yet he calls himself an elf."