Recent content by Elena

Maybe a camp site or two.. could be hidden or in the open, where a lonely PC could settle for a quick rest would be awesome. Just for those who wander the forest without a destination, to sit down for a bit and rest. :)

I felt the need to share this: I had a rough day with work and the kids (who were just being kids to be honest, but it was just all a little bit too much so... it's on me!), BUT.. then it happened, that I spent the last two hours just walking through the new areas of the Wealdath, listening to...

(Thank you all elves involved, who made a memorable journey possible! Thank you Caerylia and Solithiel and Keila, for your specific involvement and will to participate! I want to leave here a few impressions, from the "behind the scenes", as there was so much more to what can be read here! ❤️ )

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ 🔮 Fíriels Dream 🔮 It had been too long, and she had lost track of time. She was confused... lost... and weak. Too weak. Rest. Only rest. So she lay there, waiting, not knowing what for. Only this: she had no strength to get up. This ancient power...

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Caerylia was not made for drifting. She was born of light woven with will, of moonrise across seafoam, of breath caught between verses. She knew - in the marrow of stars, in the hush between harpstrings - that the essence before her was not yet...

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Caerylia stood at the pool’s edge, where silence breathed and memory rippled. The twin reflections shimmered - one still as stone, one trembling like a leaf in stormlight. Her hair, woven of starlight and sun-dappled gold, lifted in the unseen wind...

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ The Ar'tel'quessir, clad in her gossamer white gown, rests her hand against the wounded bark. Her voice is quiet, nearly lost in the hush of the grove. "...Then let her keep fighting." She opens her eyes, golden and unwavering. "If she yet resists...

https://www.dragonsneck.com/wiki/Arcane-Archer Feats Seeker Arrow I/II and Hail of Arrows I/II: They are not listed among the feats below, leaving open what they actually do. See attached crop from discord: I think this part of the website needs some attention, because there is no anti-human...

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Caerylia steps forward. Her foot meets the black water, and she does not pause. She moves with quiet grace, each step drawing her deeper. She reaches out - toward shimmer, toward change. She does not falter. She does not turn. ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆...

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ The Threshold of Stillness In the upcoming days, as Caerylia withdraws herself for reverie, there is a stirring in her dreamscape. It feels like a familiar breeze and she chooses to focus: In their reverie, something stirred... Caerylia stands at...

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ In their reverie, something stirred... Something just beyond the veil of knowing... It was not a vision... It was a voice... A whisper threading through the fabric of their dreamscape like silver veins in dark stone... As she focused, the...

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Down the Stream A sign The rivers edge bears the mark of struggle... crushed reeds, a trail of broken branches where something - or someone - was dragged by the current's merciless pull. A fine thread of brown, a strand of hair caught upon a thorn...

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ A Troubled Riverbank The Sangrue River churns wildly here, swollen from revent rains, its waters dark and swift as they carve through the land. The bank is treacherous... slick with mud, broken where the earth has given way. A dagger is stuck in the...

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ With this, the Warrior sets foot into the Wealdath... it does not take her long, and her stride slows down at a point of interest: Looking north from here, one sees the Mother Tree of Y'Tellarien in a straight line. To both the northwest and...