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Elrithos had quit Vordan and Esredia's side once they had entered Lord Ferin's estate. Oddly enough, he was Rudolf's nephew that he was talking about. It was something that he didn't even know, which is quite odd. He's pretty he would have heard the name before, but he guessed it just never came up before. Not that big of a deal. So, he was presented to his room, although he had yet to see the Lord himself. So, he dropped off all of his combat equipment in there, including armor, weapons, pack and everything. He would wear his more common desert outfit to see the Lord.
Once all done, he asked for one of the servants to bring him to the Lord if he was not busy. He followed up to wherever he was and was left to present himself, like he always does. "It has been sometime, my dear friend. Didn't realize that Rudolf was your uncle."
~~ Again, Lord Farin lifted off his seat in excitement, and much like with his uncle, he sprang forth towards the Desert Elf. "Elrithos!! In the gods names I didn't expect you at all! I'm so happy to see you!"
He ran forward to eagerly shake the Aavikanian's hand."Yes, yes! Rudolf is a brother to my late father. Are you traveling with him? My, he's lucky to have someone so capable! Were you a part of the fight earlier? If so I owe you make thanks, that general was such a worry."
The dwarf was talking a mile a minute with his childish excitement. It took a throat clearing from the female wood elf in the room for Farin to realize his place. "Ah, I'm so sorry! A bit excited."
The dwarf turned to present his other guests to the Desert Elf. "This is Lord Demetrius Elm and Lady Ieowyn Elm. Nobles of the Northern Wood Elves, sorry for my rudeness. Perhaps you know of each other?"
The male elf had already lifted from his seat and approached the two. He extended his hand towards Elrithos. "Yes, but I am afraid I only know you from your more famous namesake. It is not often anymore that I get to be in the presence as someone so renown as the Blazing Wind. It is an honor." ~~
Elrithos was always glad to see the excited glee and joyous of the Lord. Even though to many it seemed immature; to Elrithos, it was a breath of fresh air from all the serious life issues of this continent. They exchanged a firm handshake as he listened to him go on… He wondered what fight he was talking about. What had happened? Did it have to do with the others? Good question that he would love to ask, but instead got interrupted by one of his two other guest clearing their throats. He lifted his head to meet their gaze, still with a smile on his face.
Two Lords of the Northern Elves; would they know of Aaerynn? The answer was most probably yes, since Aaerynn is an exiled. It was something Elrithos could slightly understand in their traditions, but he found them to be harsh and quite unjust. He wouldn't judge though, it wasn't his place.
The male elf approached and presented his hand… Then he said the name. For him, well, he didn't know. So he wasn't going to be too hard on it. He joined his hand with his before speaking. "Please, do not call me Blazing Wind. It's a name I prefer not being reminded of, nor War Dancer. It is a pleasure do meet you. You are both friends of Lord Ferin I would imagine?"
Then, the question he wanted to ask. "I would imagine you would know of Aaerynn?"
~~ "Ah, I am sorry. I did not mean to offend." The elf smiled softly, and bowed his head a bit with his apology. He looked towards Farin after the Desert elf's first question."Yes, Farin's father and I fought together in the war long past. I promised I would watch over his son with his passing."
Farin just grinned. "Demetrius made his own name for himself in the war. My father had great respect for him, and he's always been here in my time of need!"
At the second question though, the elf lost his smile and his eyes hardened. This time it was the female elf who spoke up, yet remained still, seated at the table. "Just as you prefer to not be reminded of a name, Blazing Wind. We prefer not to be reminded of that one."
Farin looked back at Ieowyn with a frown and wrung his hands a bit nervously. Ieowyn however, kept her gaze on Elrithos. "You are a messenger now are you not? An honorable man, I hear, with friends to the south of us. If that person you brought up has caused you trouble, we would apologize for her. But she is not our responsibility any longer. We will however, apologize for the embarrassment she causes as a member of our race."
Demetrius' frown deepened but he remained silent. ~~
"Another one who fought alongside his father. It is an honor to me you too then." Elrithos had regained his smile, even when the noble elf lost his own. The man didn't say a word, as it was Ieowyn who spoke instead. They had not changed, those Northern Elves. He knew how it went with those who were expulsed out of their society. A very, very harsh life indeed.
She continued on explaining her apologies to him in behalf of Aaerynn, to which Elrithos simply shook his head and kept a smile. "No apologies needed. Although she has been quite cold and dry in her interactions with us, she has been a great help and joy to be around… And for someone who hasn't succumbed to her rot yet, she is doing quite fine." He moved towards the table and took a seat, knowing it probably wouldn't offend Lord Ferin if he took a seat before him.
"I mainly associate with the Southern Elves indeed. Lissandra Silvermoon has given me the ropes of how they run their things for the pass hundred years. Great woman…" He turned to Lord Ferin. "You won't believe it, I met the last ancestor of Ysander the Savage. I think your father met him during the war after the Tribes turned on the Dark Emperor."
~~ Farin soon took his own seat, followed by Demetrius. His face lit up though as Elrithos changed the subject."Really!? I had heard that the tribes were wiped out years ago... To think there was a survivor and a relative to Ysander! How strange, yet exciting!"
Demetrius had fallen into a lighter mood as the conversation shifted away from his sister. An eyebrow rose though, at Elrithos' words. "Ysander the Savage and all of the mountain tribe were outstanding warriors. They were terrifying enemies that became powerful and needed allies."
Farin's face lit up further, hoping for a story to come out of this. But Demetrius didn't fall to the Lord's whims. "The curse though...It is sad how they dwindled due to it...How was the descendant's mental state?" ~~
"No, some still live in the mountains still, although most are dead indeed… I haven't seen any since the Lady that joined up in Rudolf's escorts. She holds the strength of Ysander too." He said with a light smile, looking towards both the elves.
"Fighting alongside Ysander was something. The man couldn't back down from a fight or a challenge." That was also true for himself those years ago, but he wasn't going to say so. Already that most humans knew that Ysander the Savage had fougth with the War Dancer in many legends was enough to bare. One of the two elves asked about Esredia's mental state. To that, he laughed lightly.
"She has had a constant source of blood the last three or so years. She is very stable, although she has been out of cities for a little while now. Great warrior too." He said as he laid back onto his chair. "So, Lord Ferin, any good stories to share?"
~~ "Oooh! I didn't know she was in your party!" Farin's eyes lit up with excitement. "Perhaps you or Uncle would be willing to introduce me! I'll have to speak with him later tonight about it..."
Demetrius merely shook his head in amusement. At Elrithos' question though Farin looked at the wood elf for permission before replying, "Nothing of great interest has happened here since your last visit. The most worrisome was a stranger appearing from the next continent, I believe it was Durandal...right?"
The dwarf looked at the wood elf next to him and Demetrius nodded. "He was known as General Rowan, at least that was the only information I could pick up on him. Well that, and his reputation. Apparently he made a career out of killing the magically inclined. He was said to have killed thousands, and was of a great asset to the Durandal army. Farin asked me to come when he showed. I monitored him for the past week or so and he never did anything out of the ordinary."
The wood elf paused, recollecting his thoughts before speaking again. "But after this afternoon, I suppose it is clear now that he was waiting for one individual within your party. A red head. I am afraid I was unable to spectate the fight that broke out. But seemingly through a collective effort of a pair of twins, a pink haired girl, and the red head, Rowan was taken down."
"We were lucky!" Farin interjected, giving a sigh. "If the fight had been any bigger, or any magic was used, I'd have Ellahur and the others breathing down my neck again. I'm grateful that Uncle and you lot were able to come around." ~~
"I would be more than willing to introduce the young lady to you Ferin. She is actually quite a nice lady." Yes, for someone who had a story like she told, she was quite a nice woman. He could see her being so much more violent and reckless, yet she is this sweet young human. It was a relief really, as she could be trouble for a lot of people.
The male elf moved the story to something else entirely… Something quite interesting. Durandal? Wasn't where the young red-head was from? They continued on, saying that there was conflict, a death and the involvement of a few of his comrades. How interesting… He let them continue on, waiting until Lord Ferin was done. He stayed there, quiet a moment. He then looked at the dwarf.
"Well, let me tell you that this group is quite special. The red-haired young man is actually the Prince to the Throne of Durandal, escaped his old life to restart anew. The twins are two Syndareans refugees who are escaping the rituals of their traditions. We have a mercenary from Ellahur who is actually a Maker that has never had his magic removed. We have the exiled wood elf, an exotic lady from somewhere I do not know of, the ancestor of Ysander and this unknown pink-haired girl. Rudolf got lucky, to some degree."
Elrithos purposefully did not include himself in the whole thing as he didn't want his "tittles" to arise. Why would he tell them? Well, Lord Ferin was a good, kind man and could trust him with anything. The two elves, well, they probably want nothing to do with most of them so they wouldn't really bother them. He felt like Lord Ferin would probably love to hear all the stories eventually.
~~ Lord Farin's eyes absolutely lit up at Elrithos' explanation."It's like you're living another amazing story! Like an epic quest! Uncle is certainly lucky!"
"Sounds more like too much trouble." Lady Ieowyn spoke up, looking at the dwarf with an uninterested expression.
Farin gave a bit of a pout. "You just don't have a sense of adventure my lady! What I would give to live in the days filled with excitement and intrigue and battles!"
Demetrius merely shook his head. "You romanticize it too much, Farin. Either way, it seems you have your hands full Elrithos, if you intend to stay with Rudolf." ~~
A simple laugh came from the desert elf as Lord Ferin said 'another' story. The initial story was the war in which he participated in, he guessed. It was quite a quest yes, and he seriously wondered what would come out of it. The two other elves spoke of trouble and baggage they were if he stayed. Now, that, he couldn't deny at all, but he wasn't going to leave them. It would be one of the few chances to see their native land and to help young warriors grow up into real warriors.
His eyes turned to the female elf, a smile still upon his lips. "They may be trouble, but they are good people. They are helping Lord Ferin's Uncle to get to the continent safe and they have the skills to do it. There is very little to be ashamed of with them." He then turned his head to the male elf. "I'm staying with them until the end of their journey, maybe even longer. The young man with the blue hair is a prodigy for battle, but he still has to learn. The red-haired warrior, well, I prefer keeping an eye on him until things go well… It could be quite a story to write about"
~~ "Yes, yes!" Farin agreed with him. "I want to hear all about it when you return Elrithos!"
Demetrius merely smiled softly. "I wish you luck in your travels then. They are lucky to have you as a comrade as well."
He looked to his wife who merely shrugged her delicate shoulders. "I merely hope it does not prove to be more trouble than it is worth." ~~
Elrithos nodded and kept his smile up as he stood. "I will return with all the details you want Lord Ferin. I couldn't leave something like this out of your reach." He started to walk away, although stopped for a moment and turned to the elves.
"I probably don't have any right to ask you this, but I would like for you to consider forgiving Aaerynn. She made a mistake, but I don't think she deserves whatever lifestyle she is getting now. The fact that the Rot still hasn't killed her is an impressive feat and I simply wish to relief her pain."
He looked over to Lord Ferin. "I will take my leave for this day. I promise you I will being the descendent of Ysander someday tomorrow. I don't know if you wish to meet the Maker too… He quite an interesting character, along with the twins."
~~ The elves had hardened a bit at Elrithos mentioning Aaerynn once more. But Farin only grinned wider, as he spoke. "Yes! Please! I'm excited to meet them all! To think a Maker with magic, a relative to Ysander...all of your party seems remarkable! That reminds me...I need to meet up with Uncle tonight! Please stop by again tomorrow Elrithos! I'd love to meet them all."
Farin hopped off his seat, circling around the table and seemingly preparing himself. Demetrius raised an eyebrow, "I hope you do not intend to stay out long. You have a meeting tomorrow you know."
The lord raised his arm and waved it. "Pish posh."
The wood elf shook his head, but gave one last glance to Elrithos, and avoided what the Desert elf had said earlier. Instead, he dismissed him. "Have a good night then, Elrithos." ~~
Elrithos left without saying anything else. He probably wouldn't be able to have Aaerynn forgiven, but he could try at least. Now, it was on to see the city.
Once all done, he asked for one of the servants to bring him to the Lord if he was not busy. He followed up to wherever he was and was left to present himself, like he always does. "It has been sometime, my dear friend. Didn't realize that Rudolf was your uncle."
~~ Again, Lord Farin lifted off his seat in excitement, and much like with his uncle, he sprang forth towards the Desert Elf. "Elrithos!! In the gods names I didn't expect you at all! I'm so happy to see you!"
He ran forward to eagerly shake the Aavikanian's hand."Yes, yes! Rudolf is a brother to my late father. Are you traveling with him? My, he's lucky to have someone so capable! Were you a part of the fight earlier? If so I owe you make thanks, that general was such a worry."
The dwarf was talking a mile a minute with his childish excitement. It took a throat clearing from the female wood elf in the room for Farin to realize his place. "Ah, I'm so sorry! A bit excited."
The dwarf turned to present his other guests to the Desert Elf. "This is Lord Demetrius Elm and Lady Ieowyn Elm. Nobles of the Northern Wood Elves, sorry for my rudeness. Perhaps you know of each other?"
The male elf had already lifted from his seat and approached the two. He extended his hand towards Elrithos. "Yes, but I am afraid I only know you from your more famous namesake. It is not often anymore that I get to be in the presence as someone so renown as the Blazing Wind. It is an honor." ~~
Elrithos was always glad to see the excited glee and joyous of the Lord. Even though to many it seemed immature; to Elrithos, it was a breath of fresh air from all the serious life issues of this continent. They exchanged a firm handshake as he listened to him go on… He wondered what fight he was talking about. What had happened? Did it have to do with the others? Good question that he would love to ask, but instead got interrupted by one of his two other guest clearing their throats. He lifted his head to meet their gaze, still with a smile on his face.
Two Lords of the Northern Elves; would they know of Aaerynn? The answer was most probably yes, since Aaerynn is an exiled. It was something Elrithos could slightly understand in their traditions, but he found them to be harsh and quite unjust. He wouldn't judge though, it wasn't his place.
The male elf approached and presented his hand… Then he said the name. For him, well, he didn't know. So he wasn't going to be too hard on it. He joined his hand with his before speaking. "Please, do not call me Blazing Wind. It's a name I prefer not being reminded of, nor War Dancer. It is a pleasure do meet you. You are both friends of Lord Ferin I would imagine?"
Then, the question he wanted to ask. "I would imagine you would know of Aaerynn?"
~~ "Ah, I am sorry. I did not mean to offend." The elf smiled softly, and bowed his head a bit with his apology. He looked towards Farin after the Desert elf's first question."Yes, Farin's father and I fought together in the war long past. I promised I would watch over his son with his passing."
Farin just grinned. "Demetrius made his own name for himself in the war. My father had great respect for him, and he's always been here in my time of need!"
At the second question though, the elf lost his smile and his eyes hardened. This time it was the female elf who spoke up, yet remained still, seated at the table. "Just as you prefer to not be reminded of a name, Blazing Wind. We prefer not to be reminded of that one."
Farin looked back at Ieowyn with a frown and wrung his hands a bit nervously. Ieowyn however, kept her gaze on Elrithos. "You are a messenger now are you not? An honorable man, I hear, with friends to the south of us. If that person you brought up has caused you trouble, we would apologize for her. But she is not our responsibility any longer. We will however, apologize for the embarrassment she causes as a member of our race."
Demetrius' frown deepened but he remained silent. ~~
"Another one who fought alongside his father. It is an honor to me you too then." Elrithos had regained his smile, even when the noble elf lost his own. The man didn't say a word, as it was Ieowyn who spoke instead. They had not changed, those Northern Elves. He knew how it went with those who were expulsed out of their society. A very, very harsh life indeed.
She continued on explaining her apologies to him in behalf of Aaerynn, to which Elrithos simply shook his head and kept a smile. "No apologies needed. Although she has been quite cold and dry in her interactions with us, she has been a great help and joy to be around… And for someone who hasn't succumbed to her rot yet, she is doing quite fine." He moved towards the table and took a seat, knowing it probably wouldn't offend Lord Ferin if he took a seat before him.
"I mainly associate with the Southern Elves indeed. Lissandra Silvermoon has given me the ropes of how they run their things for the pass hundred years. Great woman…" He turned to Lord Ferin. "You won't believe it, I met the last ancestor of Ysander the Savage. I think your father met him during the war after the Tribes turned on the Dark Emperor."
~~ Farin soon took his own seat, followed by Demetrius. His face lit up though as Elrithos changed the subject."Really!? I had heard that the tribes were wiped out years ago... To think there was a survivor and a relative to Ysander! How strange, yet exciting!"
Demetrius had fallen into a lighter mood as the conversation shifted away from his sister. An eyebrow rose though, at Elrithos' words. "Ysander the Savage and all of the mountain tribe were outstanding warriors. They were terrifying enemies that became powerful and needed allies."
Farin's face lit up further, hoping for a story to come out of this. But Demetrius didn't fall to the Lord's whims. "The curse though...It is sad how they dwindled due to it...How was the descendant's mental state?" ~~
"No, some still live in the mountains still, although most are dead indeed… I haven't seen any since the Lady that joined up in Rudolf's escorts. She holds the strength of Ysander too." He said with a light smile, looking towards both the elves.
"Fighting alongside Ysander was something. The man couldn't back down from a fight or a challenge." That was also true for himself those years ago, but he wasn't going to say so. Already that most humans knew that Ysander the Savage had fougth with the War Dancer in many legends was enough to bare. One of the two elves asked about Esredia's mental state. To that, he laughed lightly.
"She has had a constant source of blood the last three or so years. She is very stable, although she has been out of cities for a little while now. Great warrior too." He said as he laid back onto his chair. "So, Lord Ferin, any good stories to share?"
~~ "Oooh! I didn't know she was in your party!" Farin's eyes lit up with excitement. "Perhaps you or Uncle would be willing to introduce me! I'll have to speak with him later tonight about it..."
Demetrius merely shook his head in amusement. At Elrithos' question though Farin looked at the wood elf for permission before replying, "Nothing of great interest has happened here since your last visit. The most worrisome was a stranger appearing from the next continent, I believe it was Durandal...right?"
The dwarf looked at the wood elf next to him and Demetrius nodded. "He was known as General Rowan, at least that was the only information I could pick up on him. Well that, and his reputation. Apparently he made a career out of killing the magically inclined. He was said to have killed thousands, and was of a great asset to the Durandal army. Farin asked me to come when he showed. I monitored him for the past week or so and he never did anything out of the ordinary."
The wood elf paused, recollecting his thoughts before speaking again. "But after this afternoon, I suppose it is clear now that he was waiting for one individual within your party. A red head. I am afraid I was unable to spectate the fight that broke out. But seemingly through a collective effort of a pair of twins, a pink haired girl, and the red head, Rowan was taken down."
"We were lucky!" Farin interjected, giving a sigh. "If the fight had been any bigger, or any magic was used, I'd have Ellahur and the others breathing down my neck again. I'm grateful that Uncle and you lot were able to come around." ~~
"I would be more than willing to introduce the young lady to you Ferin. She is actually quite a nice lady." Yes, for someone who had a story like she told, she was quite a nice woman. He could see her being so much more violent and reckless, yet she is this sweet young human. It was a relief really, as she could be trouble for a lot of people.
The male elf moved the story to something else entirely… Something quite interesting. Durandal? Wasn't where the young red-head was from? They continued on, saying that there was conflict, a death and the involvement of a few of his comrades. How interesting… He let them continue on, waiting until Lord Ferin was done. He stayed there, quiet a moment. He then looked at the dwarf.
"Well, let me tell you that this group is quite special. The red-haired young man is actually the Prince to the Throne of Durandal, escaped his old life to restart anew. The twins are two Syndareans refugees who are escaping the rituals of their traditions. We have a mercenary from Ellahur who is actually a Maker that has never had his magic removed. We have the exiled wood elf, an exotic lady from somewhere I do not know of, the ancestor of Ysander and this unknown pink-haired girl. Rudolf got lucky, to some degree."
Elrithos purposefully did not include himself in the whole thing as he didn't want his "tittles" to arise. Why would he tell them? Well, Lord Ferin was a good, kind man and could trust him with anything. The two elves, well, they probably want nothing to do with most of them so they wouldn't really bother them. He felt like Lord Ferin would probably love to hear all the stories eventually.
~~ Lord Farin's eyes absolutely lit up at Elrithos' explanation."It's like you're living another amazing story! Like an epic quest! Uncle is certainly lucky!"
"Sounds more like too much trouble." Lady Ieowyn spoke up, looking at the dwarf with an uninterested expression.
Farin gave a bit of a pout. "You just don't have a sense of adventure my lady! What I would give to live in the days filled with excitement and intrigue and battles!"
Demetrius merely shook his head. "You romanticize it too much, Farin. Either way, it seems you have your hands full Elrithos, if you intend to stay with Rudolf." ~~
A simple laugh came from the desert elf as Lord Ferin said 'another' story. The initial story was the war in which he participated in, he guessed. It was quite a quest yes, and he seriously wondered what would come out of it. The two other elves spoke of trouble and baggage they were if he stayed. Now, that, he couldn't deny at all, but he wasn't going to leave them. It would be one of the few chances to see their native land and to help young warriors grow up into real warriors.
His eyes turned to the female elf, a smile still upon his lips. "They may be trouble, but they are good people. They are helping Lord Ferin's Uncle to get to the continent safe and they have the skills to do it. There is very little to be ashamed of with them." He then turned his head to the male elf. "I'm staying with them until the end of their journey, maybe even longer. The young man with the blue hair is a prodigy for battle, but he still has to learn. The red-haired warrior, well, I prefer keeping an eye on him until things go well… It could be quite a story to write about"
~~ "Yes, yes!" Farin agreed with him. "I want to hear all about it when you return Elrithos!"
Demetrius merely smiled softly. "I wish you luck in your travels then. They are lucky to have you as a comrade as well."
He looked to his wife who merely shrugged her delicate shoulders. "I merely hope it does not prove to be more trouble than it is worth." ~~
Elrithos nodded and kept his smile up as he stood. "I will return with all the details you want Lord Ferin. I couldn't leave something like this out of your reach." He started to walk away, although stopped for a moment and turned to the elves.
"I probably don't have any right to ask you this, but I would like for you to consider forgiving Aaerynn. She made a mistake, but I don't think she deserves whatever lifestyle she is getting now. The fact that the Rot still hasn't killed her is an impressive feat and I simply wish to relief her pain."
He looked over to Lord Ferin. "I will take my leave for this day. I promise you I will being the descendent of Ysander someday tomorrow. I don't know if you wish to meet the Maker too… He quite an interesting character, along with the twins."
~~ The elves had hardened a bit at Elrithos mentioning Aaerynn once more. But Farin only grinned wider, as he spoke. "Yes! Please! I'm excited to meet them all! To think a Maker with magic, a relative to Ysander...all of your party seems remarkable! That reminds me...I need to meet up with Uncle tonight! Please stop by again tomorrow Elrithos! I'd love to meet them all."
Farin hopped off his seat, circling around the table and seemingly preparing himself. Demetrius raised an eyebrow, "I hope you do not intend to stay out long. You have a meeting tomorrow you know."
The lord raised his arm and waved it. "Pish posh."
The wood elf shook his head, but gave one last glance to Elrithos, and avoided what the Desert elf had said earlier. Instead, he dismissed him. "Have a good night then, Elrithos." ~~
Elrithos left without saying anything else. He probably wouldn't be able to have Aaerynn forgiven, but he could try at least. Now, it was on to see the city.