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March 28th, 2024

Hunter's Logistics

Avaliana trailed through the beaches and jungles near the Abundant Wilds of Ember Isle, in search of prime game for meat. Covered in brush and bruises alike after a spat with a Defiant turned ugly, the rogue was looking for some much needed venting. The warrior stole coins she'd gotten from a recent sale of goods, and the ordeal stressed her to no end. She climbed up a steep ridge overlooking several herds of razorbeast and island gators.

"Excellent. We will be eating well tonight, Bones," she whispered to her loyal wolf companion. "You handle distracting the larger one and I'll pick the others off."

A series of hand signals translates her words into instruction the armored wolf was trained to understand. The clever beast stalked through the tall grasses, its body low to avoid detection up until the very last moment. Leaping out, Bones sunk his fangs into the side of the alpha male and hung on for dear life. The huge animal squealed in pain, calling the rest of the pack to come to its aid...

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March 28th, 2024

A Difference of Opinion & Dominion

Avaliana scrolled into the tavern just outside of Quicksilver College. Though not carrying her normal cargo of shipments for Davek the barkeep, she took a free seat and ordered a round of food and drink. There were always some familiar faces at the tavern, but today it was fairly quiet. The summer festivities had everyone out and about. She enjoyed the heat as always, but Avaliana preferred the drier heat of the deserts rather than the humid climate of Silverwood. Listening in to some of what her fellows discussed, Avaliana noticed a common phrase. "With whom have you sided?" Why would a bunch of Guardians ask such a thing? Were they not all on the same side?

"Sorry," she finally asked a nearby Dwarf. "But what are you all talking about?" The dwarf was all too happy to describe a series of sporting battles between Ascended. Some sought to protect all of Telara and the cosmos from evil while others believed they should rule with their great powers. Others still remain indifferent and believed in a philosophical approach to striking down fellow Ascended for good sportsmanship...

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March 28th, 2024

Maracken Weekly Trade

Many devout followers of the Vigil converged at Sanctum, deemed the holiest of temples. However around the temple were smaller villages, some for commerce, others for residences. Just outside of Thedeor's Circle sat Avaliana on a bench. Holding a sizable crate on her lap, the High Elf tapped the box nervously.

“Where are they? I have some work orders to fill...” she muttered impatiently.

“Here's a surprising sight,” said a female voice to Ava's right. “The fire queen sitting still? The dark times must be upon us.”

Avaliana laughed at her sister. “You're late, Marmar! You said when the sun's highest in the sky! Look!” She pointed down to her shadow, which was distorting to one side. “It's well into the afternoon now.”

Marmar, who was also carrying a satchel, sat down beside her adopted sister. “Sorry. There was a large invasion out in Iron Pine Peak while I was working on rings. You go on about me being late, but where is Shesa?”

“Right behind you...

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March 28th, 2024

Marmar's Field Journal: Entry 3: Soul Searching

Marmar growled, her face covered in blood as it ran from the slash to her forehead. It was getting harder to see and the planar invaders only grew in number. A wave of fiery raptors, dragonians, and elementals rapidly seared the flesh off her body. It was too much at once. Several blades across her back. Fireballs left and right. Her staff shattered in charcoal. They would not cease until the High Elf was torn apart, limb from flaming limb.

Marmar sighed. She was dead again, and she didn't like it. A Messenger of Vigil floated beside her, her guide back to what remained of her corpse. Normally Marmar would start racing back to her body, but this time she remained still. It was a different world right now. Everything living was gone, and there was no sound beyond the silent absence of life. She began to stroll through the quiet canyons of Shimmersand, non- existent winds filled with sand moving through her form. They were there, but not to her. Or was it that she was not there and the wind was real? It was not like Marmar could feel the warm breeze...

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March 28th, 2024

The Wandering Assassin

A walking contradiction. That's Avaliana's favorite description of herself. A hardened High Elf born in Silverwood but raised in the heat of Fortune's Shore. Hailing from a wealthy trading family, her father was a skilled sourcestone merchant while her mother's potionmaking made sure they always had food on the table. All that wealth did little to sway Avaliana from mingling with the lowly gangs of the city's back alleyways. She learned to be clever, to be cunning, to be deceptive. She became known as an avid pickpocket and thief in general, only to sell the stolen goods legitimately through her father's connections. It wasn't as though she needed to struggle to make money; Avaliana just loved the thrills.

Avaliana was poised to take a serious step into being involved with the up and coming Steeljaw gang before her father received an invitation to bring his trades to a new city – Port Scion. Nestled in the rich lands right between Silverwood and Freemarch, Port Scion promised to be a unifying gem between the two main factions of Telara...

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March 28th, 2024

Marmar's Field Journal: Entry 2: Digging Further

I was charged with visiting the Prince of the Elves, his lordship Prince Hylas Aelfwar. During the civil war of the Mathosians, he'd been firm about the elves staying out of the skirmish...and I agreed with him. But as the fighting in Mathosia went on, I learned of the horrors that had befallen what would later be known as Scarwood Reach. Those beautiful granitewood trees...all cut down for that man's war machines. Not a trace of the glorious trees remained, just pitiful roots. I changed my stance on the elven involvement after that. The other races were not going to protect the wilderness of Telara; that was our job and we were neglecting it to fight goblins? In any case, I had left the castle after working for years as a member of the Prince's druid division. Now I was returning in a way as an Ascended, and the only green I could see more of was that of envy.

"Welcome to Overwatch Keep," the man bowed politely, which was more than could be said for the others wandering around looking at me and my undead follower with cold eyes...

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March 28th, 2024

Marmar's Field Journal: Entry 1: Return from the Dead

It was a miracle of the Vigil. I had returned and moreover, I'd been given such gifts of power! Before I knew what i was...I knew what i was. An immortal, capable of communing with living and dead alike. Seer of spirits and otherworldly things. Beholder of what will never be and what could still happen. And yet...my family was not beside me. No one of the village returned except for my sister Shesa. Of course I could only be proud for a moment since it seemed I was not the only one the Vigil felt they needed.

She took it with earnest and honor, much like she did when Shyla called the High Elves to rally behind the Mathosians. Look where that got us! Dead! All of us dead the instant those horrid undead minions of Regulos devoured the world! And when do we return to? The last moments Telara has before Regulos takes everything...great going Vigil.

Listen to me. A few moments into contemplating my fate and I'm speaking ill of the Vigil. I bet this is why they brought back someone like me...

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