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Marmar's BlogMarch 28th, 2024
Hunter's LogisticsAvaliana 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. March 28th, 2024
A Difference of Opinion & DominionAvaliana 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? March 28th, 2024
Maracken Weekly TradeMany 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. March 28th, 2024
Marmar's Field Journal: Entry 3: Soul SearchingMarmar 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. March 28th, 2024
The Wandering AssassinA 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. March 28th, 2024
Marmar's Field Journal: Entry 2: Digging FurtherI 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. March 28th, 2024
Marmar's Field Journal: Entry 1: Return from the DeadIt 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. |
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