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The Shadow Savant

Malagith

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Lantheri Wilds Citizen
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Aug 18, 2019
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If there was a home that Malagith called his own, it was on the southern tip of the Lantheri Wildlands close to the border of the Cathwa Nation. His “abode” was settled up the mountain overlooking the great seas to the south. The last vestiges of the sun were slipping down past the horizon bringing dusk into being. Night would come soon. Malagith began pacing in front of his habitat. He was barely aware he was speaking aloud to himself…

“Civilizations past, history in tumult, elves in flux, scattered, remnants, like dust. Minds scattered, like dead leaves. Go to the root. Go to the source. Speak with him again. They will understand. They will know I am not them. But they will know I am them…”

Malagith abruptly turned on his heel and went inside the cave that had served as his home for nearly a century. He scooped up his shoulder bag and spear, then came to a knee within his darkened domicile. With his eyes closed, the elven sorcerer began to feel the darkness around him. Shadowy tendrils coalesced around his form. His eyes opened, no longer the brilliant green orbs of his birth, but the pitch black orbs of the abyss. After blinking a few times to get used to his new perception, he shut them once again.

For his next incantation, Malagith took a deep breath and visualized a location he had not visited in decades. It was far across Avsolom, within the province of Zhujenka, deep within the Nohwaeder Forest in the Histor Grove. But Malagith was not like the druids of Histor Grove. He was a sorcerer, tapping into the shadows of the Myst. While it was not an affront to nature, it certainly was not a “commendable” art among them. As such, the old loremaster visualized a clearing he visited those many decades ago. It rested on the outskirts of the Histor Grove. Malagith knew that he would sense him as soon as he arrived…

The shadows whipped around him with greater fervor. Violet arcs of energy began to swirl around his form. The elf was deep in concentration. This ability would take a great deal of energy and would levy fatigue on him when it was done. Slipping from one shadow to another shadow on another continent was a tremendous undertaking. Reality rippled in the blackness and then he was gone…

The shadows splayed over the clearing in the Nohwaeder Forest. Air and space rippled with flecks of violet arcane energy as the sorcerer emerged from the darkness on a knee. Malagith was immediately gasping for breath. His eyes glanced about to ensure that his arrival was in a safe place…and the correct place. Both concerns seemed to be at rest as he looked about the forest with no immediate danger and the familiar clearing was beneath his feet. Those powerful druids attuned to the grove would more than likely sense his presence.

Malagith came to his feet as the tendrils of darkness slowly dissipated around him. It would take a few moments to recover from the exertion of the travel, so he stood and waited. They would see who this interloper was soon, but he would know…

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The Nohwaeder Enclave

Daeron Thirvayn

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Aug 19, 2019
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First Druid
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Shifter Druid
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His eyes where closed as Myst rolled around him, past him and through him. The power was influx, as always, twisting and twirling around the grove but given stability by the great Runestone that lay at the centre of the Enclave. What the Druids understood, the thing that many scholars did not, was that Myst was merely another aspect of life. It was the shadow of creation and a gift from the Gods and Goddesses. More than that it was the birthright of every Elf to wield. Daeron sank deeper into his meditations, his fingers dug into the soft soil he sat upon and his the harnessing the school of nature allowed him to spread his spirit through the forest around him. Such a thing would usually be difficult, a strain and potentially dangerous but this was different. Nohwaeder belonged to the Enclave and Histor Grove lent its protection to him and his brethren when they practised their arts here.

A sharp pain shot through Daeron’s mind for the briefest moment, a flare of intense arcane power, not all too far from the Grove itself.

“Intruder.” the alarm flared throughout the shared consciousness of the Druids in meditation. Looking through the eyes of the forest, the beasts and plants brought a wearied looking Elf into view. The trespasser, this strange sorcerer, was powerful but far from strong enough to defeat the Wards of the Grove. Strong as he was he would never be able to locate the Druids and any attempt would simply lead him further and further away. And yet to get so close in the first place spoke of experience of the Enclave, as if he had been here before but even so he would never find it on his own. The option to ignore him was a possibility and one many of his brethren would wish for.

Instead Daeron pulled his consciousness back into his physical form and stood, slowly, looking at the other Elves in attendance. They sat around the Runestone still deep in their trances. Seeking out a familiar face within the inner most circle, the leaders of the Enclave, brought Daeron to stand next to his niece. Resting a hand on her shoulder he sent a pulse of magic through her to draw her from her meditations.

“Please come with me Hailen.” he whispered softly, despite the quietness of his words his magic would carry them straight to her spirit.

Waiting for the woman to join him he removed himself from the area of meditation so as not to disturb his brethren. Today he had been leading the Druids in their spiritual communing with the land, Rúmil was not feeling quite himself right now and they were letting the old Archdruid rest.

Once Hailen joined him Daeron gestured for her to follow, staff in hand and dressed in his usual emerald and earth tones robes he led her out of the Grove. “It would appear we have a visitor. Let us go see how we may help him.” he said as he led the way.

It didn’t take long to find the Elf they’d been looking for it appeared that he had known that the Druids would sense him and he had simply waited for them. That put him above most of the visitors they had at the very least. Daeron sniffed at the clearing, the air was heavy with turbulent Myst energies. It appeared that this individuals magical arts where less than subtle or gentle. It was strange how powers from the same source could vary so much.

Stopping a short distance from the newcomer Daeron bowed his head respectfully. “Greetings to Nohwaeder. We are the Druids of this forest, can we provide any assistance? This land can be a confusing one to navigate.”

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Mithias
 
Chosen of Y’nera

Hailen Thirvayn

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Province Citizen
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Chosen of Y’nera
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Kayenta Moenkopi
Hailen felt rejuvenated after her trek up into the forest during the recent storms in the province. This time of year it was not unusual for a summer squall to hit and the last one still had the streams swollen with the runoff from the foothills. It was a time of renewal for the land and a cleansing for all in Nature. Seated then as she was upon the ground among her brothers and sisters, she felt more herself than prior to her attendance upon Y’nera. Oh the Goddess had not spoken to her, per say, but she had felt her presence in the forces of Nature that had unleashed during the storm. Her meditations with the group today seemed to have an enhanced ease as she felt the energies within her flowing down into the earth only to be replaced by those filling her up again.

She could feel through the ground as though it were breathing, shifting ever so slowly resettling after the storms making room for the new soils that had been transported from one spot only to be relocated someplace else. Everything was changing, aging if you will, but it only made room for that which was new, that which was yet to be born.

Hailen’s mind suddenly focused, having felt the sharp pain from Daeron through their shared consciousness an instant before she felt the foreign presence within the Wood. Her delicate brows drew closer together upon the relaxed surface of her forehead, her breathing long since forgotten while in their communal meditations drew her attention once more as she inhaled sharply. It was disturbing to say the least to have this awareness intrusion into her peace. She focused upon the foreign life force; no, not quite foreign…

Daeron’s hand feel upon her shoulder drawing her from her communing and she shivered. Looking up to him suddenly, as though she had to orient herself to this new perspective, she nodded once and then pushed herself up to her feet. Following along after the first Druid, she too carried her staff being similarly outfitted as the rest of those gathered for the meditation.

Slipping through the wards that protected the Grove, she traveled in silence letting her connection to the land guide her as much as Daeron’s lead would do. They found him in a slight clearing and it was with caution and alertness that she walked out of the wood line next to Daeron in order to greet this visitor.

As her uncle made his greeting, she observed the elf before them across the short distance. Though he was clad for travel, she could see a pack and spear on the man, he did not appear to have traveled; at least not on foot. Had he walked here he shouldn’t have looked so pristine, in Hailen’s opinion. Especially after the thunderstorm they recently had. ”How is it that you come to be here?”, she asked once Daeron had extended the offer of aid. While she was quite willing to aid those in need, he had as yet to express one and ultimately he was trespassing. As to his intent, she would be eager to learn.

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The Shadow Savant

Malagith

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Lantheri Wilds Citizen
Created
Aug 18, 2019
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Loremaster
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Male
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180
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Single
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Mithias
Malagith could see them coming, eyes of night piercing through the darkness as they approached. It was not him, but others—both elves of nature by their garb. Looking over, he assessed the two and determined they were half a dozen decades younger than him.

They will feel the mind rattle soon. I pity them.

It was the male who spoke first.

“Greetings to Nohwaeder. We are the Druids of this forest, can we provide any assistance? This land can be a confusing one to navigate.”

Malagith looked at him, his eyes black as night. With a lopsided grin, he responded in a soft voice, “Assistance? Yes, he asked if I need assistance. The assistance I need is in the mind--not something you can provide, but you are generous to offer. Navigating this land can indeed be tricky. Many magics warding your grove. But it is good to know I can still be found quickly. I suppose I am not too terribly far then…”

The female spoke up next.

”How is it that you come to be here?”

“I suppose that would be the question of the evening, wouldn’t it? She asked how I came to be here. I came by way of shadow and sorcery from some distance away…”

Looking around and leaning a bit more heavily on his spear, the black-garbed elf began quietly talking to no one in particular, more to himself than any other, “But he is not here. He is who I seek. Answers are evasive without insight. Without his insight…”

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Kayenta Moenkopi
 
The Nohwaeder Enclave

Daeron Thirvayn

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Blue
To say the eyes of the stranger where disturbing was not an understatement of any kind. Strange iris colours where not uncommon amongst humans, especially the Impeiral nobility, with their breeding for magical power. Mutated by Myst one could have any sort of physical oddities about them. Elves where different however, they could not be affected by Myst in this way… so what was it with this man’s eyes? They seemed… unnatural. Was it the effect of a spell? An illusion? Then there was how he spoke. The man seemed strange too. It only grew worst as he kept speaking it reminded Daeron off…

Oh.

He shot a concerned look towards Hailen before turning back to look at the stranger with an expression of compassion and concern across his features. The way that man spoke reminded him of Rúmil in his worst moments. Had this Elf reached, or passed, the limits that his mind was capable of?

“I am Daeron Thirvayn, First Druid of the Nohwaeder Enclave.” he said, perhaps that would mean something to the stranger, this sorcerer appeared to have knowledge of their group or at least he knew about the grove.

“Is there someone you’re looking for? If so I may be able to assist you in finding them.” This time Daeron didn’t bother asking him if he needed help or if he could help him. That didn’t seem to be what this individual was seeking.

“If what you seek is elsewhere we can help you find your way out of the Forest’s shadow.”
 
Chosen of Y’nera

Hailen Thirvayn

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Province Citizen
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Kayenta Moenkopi
Clearly the First Druid was thinking the same thing as Hailen, if his look at her after the man finished speaking was any indicator, for the concern upon his face was an expression they both had worn of late concerning her grandfather. Daeron’s words responded as best they may to the man who was obviously looking for someone.

She was cognizant of the need to not add to his confusion and remained silent so as to not task the man’s confuse with too many questions. At times when the Archdruid forgot a name he could become highly agitated, at other times he seemed little concerned with his fading faculties. Unpredictability left her feeling as though she was walking on eggshells at times. Therefore, asking who it was the man was looking for may have not been a good idea.
 
The Shadow Savant

Malagith

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Lantheri Wilds Citizen
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Aug 18, 2019
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Loremaster
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Mithias
The elf’s black eyes shot up and stared at Hailen and Daeron. It was as if he just woke up or was looking at the world with new eyes.

“I am Malagith. Rumil…I seek Rumil. But you are here and not him. He cannot come see me. You see me instead. Has his body gone with the worms? Has his mind gone to the stars? It has been so long…”

Slowly, his strength was returning from the journey. He began to pace slowly, looking down at the grass beneath his feet.

He stopped, looked over sideways at the male elf, “You are Daeron then…”

Black eyes swept over to Hailen, “Who is she? Wait. It matters not. She will tell me when I am worthy. Am I worthy? Nevermind. So many theories to share. Much has changed since I spoke with the elves of the grove long ago.”

Stopping, he leaned on his spear and glanced between the two, “Your minds are still strong. I want to help them stay that way…”

In that last sentence, there was a clarity and focus that seemed to be lacking before…

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The Nohwaeder Enclave

Daeron Thirvayn

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Blue
Daeron nodded slightly ”You’re seeking the Archdruid? He has been busy lately but he is well and still holds his position as our leader and honoured teacher.” the Druid said unwilling to disclose his father’s illness to this stranger. “However I can bring you to the Grove. We can see if he is free to meet you.” he added.

Lifting his staff he smiled encouragingly. “Please stand still for a moment Sir. I need to add a temporary counter-ward to you so that you can follow us to the proper location.” he said. The magic of the Grove was absolute, even the most powerful Imperial Battlemagi who had tried to breech the defences in the past had failed. Even if Daeron and Hailen tried to lead the man he’d find himself getting turned around and lost. This spell was the only way to allow guests to temporarily be capable of finding their way to the hidden spot used by the Enclave.

Whispering an incantation he raised his staff and summoned the power of the land through his own form and through the arcane instrument. Subtle energy flowed from the Druid to swirl around the clearing, sinking into the Malagith’s flesh, clinging to his flesh to protect him from the Druidic enchantments of the forest. After a few seconds Daeron lowered his staff. The magic was one that required constant concentration from the Druid so he couldn't wander too far from the other Elf.

“That should do the trick. Please follow us Mr Malagith” he trailed off “But first may I ask why you need to see the Archdruid? And, if it's not too much of an ask, how do you know him? Are you an old friend?” he said waiting expectantly for a response.

Taking his place beside Malagith, keeping the counter-magic active, Daeron would glance at Hailen and speak “Chosen would you lead the way?”
 
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Chosen of Y’nera

Hailen Thirvayn

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Kayenta Moenkopi
‘Malagith’, she mulled the name over in her mind, and he was seeking Rúmil and mentioned having visited the druids in the Grove before. It was not such a strange occurrence, in that her grandfather knew many of whom she was unaware. It was rather piquing her interest, however, in that it had been quite sometime since he had had visitors seeking him personally by name. So it was with no sense of alarm that she watched Daeron perform the incantations that would enable Malagith to accompany them to the Grove. She trusted Daeron’s judgement in the matter implicitly and she sensed no malice in the man.

Moving apart slightly from the men, she waited as her uncle presented his questions to Malagirh, her side placed toward them and ready to lead the way out of the clearing. What would their meeting be like, this Malagith and Rúmil, she wondered. Certainly the Archdruid’s mind was not so obviously fractured as this, his longevity of mind being remarkable even among those of the Druids and only now just showing signs of madness.

How she hated the word, often thinking of the progressive and degenerative disease of the mind as senility rather than a steady march into insanity. It had not been all that long ago since Daeron had called her out on just such prevarications, as the two Thirvayns each were coming to terms with Rúmil’s condition in their own way.

She was full of questions for this visitor, for he knew her grandfather but his words called to focus their own minds were yet hale. His comment, wishing to help them stay that way, raised more than a few queries for Hailen. Not least among them was where had he come from? Still mindful not to create too much of a distraction by pressing him for details, she conceded such things to the First Druid. Did he know of why her kind were so afflicted? What was so important that he would risk all seeking Rúmil, especially in his condition?

Hailen didn’t wish to be drawn into madness, keeping a tight clasp upon the rising of false hopes. It was just too timely since her conversation with Daeron over his desire to propose an expedition into their homelands before The Circle. Was this Y’nera making her presence felt? Rather than allow her mind to leap from fantasy to supposition, she extended her arm toward the path from which she and Daeron had made their way to this little clearing in the woods. Only then did she speak and just to perform the task her uncle had requested. ”Welcome, Malagith. You may call me Hailen Thirvayn; this way if you please, the way is not arduous.”

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The Shadow Savant

Malagith

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Lantheri Wilds Citizen
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Aug 18, 2019
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Loremaster
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Mithias
Malagith replied with a solemn nod, “Well met, Hailen and Daeron. Yes, Rumeil is a friend. From years past. I am on the path to redemption…well, not my own, but our people. My mind slides into the abyss daily. I cannot help if I do not pass on what I know and help. Our people are scattered to the winds only to be devoured by the Wilds. Our people…need us…”

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The Nohwaeder Enclave

Daeron Thirvayn

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Blue
“So it has always been.” Daeron said softly as they moved through the forest. “The mind can not endure the body’s ability to endure.”

The trio moved through the forest, the Druids occasionally murmured spells, as Myst flowed around them the branches, vines and bushes would temporarily part to let them through the thickest of the foliage. Eventually the clearing came into view. “If my father is a friend then I shall speak plainly with you. His mind has begun to betray him, he last lasted nearly three centuries thanks to the Forest Mother’s grace but it would seem he has reached his limited. He has his good days and his bad. Lately the bad has been more frequent than good.” he informed Malagith bluntly. “I can not promise the Archdruid will be able to meet with you today because of this.”

Turning to Hailen Daeron nodded towards the largest building in the Grove. “Can you check on the Archdruid and ask if attendant if he is capable of seeing guests?”

Glancing back at Malagith. “In the meantime why don’t you come with me for a cup of tea while we wait?”
 
Chosen of Y’nera

Hailen Thirvayn

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Kayenta Moenkopi
As they traveled through the forest, dealing with the wards in passing as each were encountered, Hailen kept an eye upon their guest in case he should have cause to stray. From the progression of their conversation Hailen had noted Malagith seemed to be a bit more lucid, in as much as she could piece together his replies, than when they had first greeted the man. Perhaps it had been sometime since he had conversation and it was just a general foreignness to him which use had seemed to alleviate. Perhaps his lucidity was waxing at just the right moment to ease their communication. Whatever the cause she hoped it would hold until his purpose was concluded.

What business he had with her grandfather she was eager to know, particularly if it pertains to finding a solution to the fate of their aged ones. As Daeron explained to Malagith the situation with Rúmil, she had to wonder what the future progress of the Arch-druid’s condition might be. Would he continue as ever, delayed in the speed and enduring a slow deterioration of his mind, or would the disease play catch up resulting in a swift end for the Elder now that it had taken hold? It was hard to accept when the best you could hope for was to linger in agony or to be released with swiftness.
Her uncle’s voice drew her from these thoughts when he asked her to check with the attendant about when Malagith might expect a meeting. Bowing to the First Druid, and then excusing herself from Malagith’s company, she hastened away.

Upon reaching the Arch-druid’s dwelling, she began to climb up a small set of steps to seek entry, when her grandfather’s attendant met her at the door. She was not an overly superstitious woman, knowing the man could have seen her coming, but he had an uncanny knack for anticipating things. She didn’t think the elf was prescient, though perhaps he did get information from Rúmil who did have the second sight. More than likely he was just very skilled at tending to her grandfather’s needs after having been in his service for decades.

Whitefeather Sternmantle had dropped the use of his given name long before she was born, and if she had ever heard it spoken it had long since slipped her memory. At any rate, he was aptly named having a full head of white hair and an expression that would have split stone with the barest hint of a frown crossing his features. He was not a forceful man, but there was little doubt that crossing him would be unwise. Hailen wouldn’t say she feared him, for his works and deeds were all in the nature of service and care-giving; duties that he executed with great skill and kindness for her grandfather. But that was just it; he was as protective of the man as any mountain lion was her cubs. You just didn’t argue with that, and looking up at the overly tall elf, Hailen was mindful to get right to the point and not waste his precious time.

”Brother Sternmantle”, she began respectfully from the bottom of the steps. ”The first Druid and myself have encountered a Druid by the name of Malagith who claims to be an old friend of the Arch-Druid’s. We have accompanied him through the grove as we can detect no malice in him, though he suffers from the malady of age so a clear picture of what he wishes is difficult. He seems to have a great desire to speak with grandfather and if I do not misunderstand, it may have something to do with the affliction our elderly suffer.”

She paused after the rush of information to swallow before asking, ”How is the Arch-Druid today? When might a meeting be arranged?”

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The Shadow Savant

Malagith

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Lantheri Wilds Citizen
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Mithias
Malagith listened with his black eyes darting back and forth between the gathered druids. The elf clarified, "Tea. Oh, I don't drink tea. Bad experience last winter when I was cold. I do drink mead. As for me? I am no druid. That is not what I do. Most druids do not like me. But Rumil does...kinda. The 'Arch-Druid'...that is what you call Rumil? Oh."

Pause.

"The mind escapes him? I figured it might at this point. Some time has passed since we last spoke. I have things that need to be done and Rumil has answers..."

He looks over at the male and female druids, "But maybe Hailen and Daeron have answers too..."

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