[lands of domhan] ⇢ invite only

[Rivkah]

A small purr escaped the young lady's lips as she looked out over the ridge to see the Elven city. To be honest, she was rather irritated and paranoid about all of this. What was her purpose here? Why choose her? Sure, her military tactics, spy advantages, and cunning experience had kept her alive and without too many enemies over the years, but why choose her to fight against Trolls, Giants, and Dark Elves? She hadn't gotten much more information out of the messenger who had been sent for her than that. She didn't even know who in Domhan's name were the "Other Six" he spoke of.

Licking her pointed canines, she gripped her fist and controlled her fiery disposition. She was an impatient person at times, but she would have to deal with all of this. With a sigh, she shook her head and looked out at the beauty of what the Elves had made. How did they do such wondrous things? Even now, they kept it all in tip-top shape with a war starting to broil and bubble as if it was a scalding broth in a copper pot.

"Seriously Shayna, what did you even think you would get out of this? Glory? Friends? What part of keeping your head down do you not understand?" she muttered to herself, gripping her specially carved and especially thick walking thick rather harder than she meant to, and her knuckles turned white as a result. The end result of all this would be catastrophic, knowing how Shayna was. If someone set off her temper, she went at them with a vengeance. She had a wicked fast mind and an equally sharp memory, she could remember every last detail in that photographic memory of hers.

Red curls fell over her shoulders as she entered the Elven city that she was supposed to be meeting six other people at in order to save Domhan from disaster. The very thought of it made her sneer. Seven people who had never even met each other before now? Her tail whipped from side to side, and she smirked. Yes, tail. Shape-shifters had an in between form where they were half animal, half human. She felt most comfortable in this form and could care less what others thought of her. She eyed her walking staff, which doubled as a sword when she unsheathed half of it. She smirked, continuing her walk. "Welcome, Miss Raiz, you'll find the meeting building right over there," an Elven girl told her, and she grinned up at her. She was taller than most of her species and humans, so she was almost as tall as the Elf. Not quite. "The council is waiting for you, I believe four others have already arrived. Once everyone is present, they will explain everything for you, don't worry about any of it."

She was wearing cargo trousers and tube top, so the printed fur on her stomach was exposed. Her rounded ears moved from side to side, and she mumbled to the woman her thanks before continuing on her way. The building was as impressive as the Elves, but her paranoia was getting the better of her. Tossing her curly bangs out of her eyes, she entered the main building, past guards who said, "Greetings, Shayna Grace Raiz.". She wasn't exactly thrilled with what she saw. A human, a Fera, a dwarf, and a centaur were chatting, with High Elves around them. "Well since we're getting to introductions," Shayna said coolly hearing the Fera's introduction, "I suppose I might jump on the bandwagon. Shayna Raiz, though I'm at Domhan's service, not yours. You will have to get respect by proving you are not simpletons." Her green eyes flashed and a coy smirk came onto her face briefly as she made her way past the centaur. She looked him up and down, giving a curt and neutral nod to him. She had centaur friends, and you did not get on their more... tempermental side. She moved to a far wall, being paranoid and watching her back as always. She gripped her walking stick a bit harder than she meant to again, resisting her lip curling.

She noticed the Fera wasn't in his animal form nor his half form. Though Fera could immediately tell each other from regular humans instantaneously. She merely stayed half-human and half-animal-looking because it was more comfortable than her naked, exposed, furless, defenseless human form. How could he stand like it like that? At least in this form she had better hearing her and her flesh was covered with fur to protect herself. As a human, she felt so out in the open, like someone could take advantage of this lack of defenses the moment she was in a human form.

"That makes five of us. Where are the other two?"

[Sparrow <3]

The pale winter sunlight danced and glittered across the luscious green plants of the forest, creating the illusion of dancing shadows and an almost water - like appearance on the leaves. A young, fair looking girl sat on a nearby rock, her legs tucked up close to her chest, and her arms folded across the tops of her knees. Her eyes were closed, as the sun beams flickered across her light skinned face and seemed to catch in her golden blond hair. It seemed to float down around her neck and shoulders in a silk-like fountain with a gentle wave. The forest around the girl was fairly quiet, a few chirps and fluttering of leaves sounded her and there, but other than that, it was relatively peaceful. A rustle in the bushes by the young woman's feet brought her eyes blinking open. They were a light hazel color, more brown than green and they seemed to sparkle in the beam of sunlight that trickled through the trees above. Her head turned and her gaze focused on the small group of bushes near her that had made the fluttering sound. She tilted her head to the side in curiosity, blinking her hazel colored eyes as she leaned forward in her seat to try and catch sight of whatever had made the noise. A squirrel burst from the undergrowth, chattering quietly as it caught sight of the young woman. The small animal paused to study her before darting up the closest tree, it's furry tail flickering as it did so. A giggle escaped her mouth as she smiled gently at the small animal that scurried away.

"Sable! Where are you? Come out of the forest!" The voice broke the peace around the young woman, and she sat up, a deep frown cutting across her fair skinned face as she recognized the familiar voice calling her name. She huffed softly, frustration flickering in her hazel eyes. She never enjoyed being interrupted while she was spending time alone, especially when she was out in the forest. She brushed her golden blond hair out of her face and moved off from her peaceful spot in the forest, a shadow crossing her face as she thought of the words she would tell her cousin. "What do you want, Fëanor?" Sable practically snapped as soon as she stepped foot out of the trees and into the meadow that she called home. She looked severely irritated as she glared daggers into her cousin. The male Nymph was hardly older than herself, and he acted like he was the ruler of the their village most of the time. Well... their grandfather was, and Fëanor was indeed the next in line for the title of 'Leader'. She took pride in the slight fear that flickered in her cousin's eyes at the tone of her voice, but he straightened and got a hold of himself. "Don't get mad at me, Sable. Huor is requesting your presence. He told me had something important to tell you." Sable hardly heard the end of her cousin's words. She had brushed by him and was off running towards their village. Excitement pulsed through her heart and a smile slipped across her face. Her grandfather, Huor almost never called her for anything. If this was indeed important, what could it be? She had always been an intensely curious Nymph. More so than her kin.

She almost burst into the simple building that her grandfather took residence in, but stopped herself with her hand on the wooden handle. She paused, taking a moment to regain her composure and catch her breath from her dash across the field from the forest. Satisfied that she had gained control of herself, she opened the door slowly and stepped inside, her hazel eyes wide as she gazed around her surroundings. She had scarcely been in Huor's quarters. He was a private Nymph and preferred to spend time alone, despite his position over the Meadow Nymphs. "Grandfather?" Sable called softly, blinking in the low lighting as she tried to catch sight of Huor around her. As she moved into the open room, she could find no sign of her grandfather. "Ahhh! There's my granddaughter." A gentle and kind voice sounded out, almost making the young woman jump with surprise of the sudden appearance of her grandfather. She turned, her golden hair floating around her neck and cheeks as she did so. She smiled, taking in the sight of Huor before she did a small bow, which was tradition in greeting important Nymphs.

"I am glad that Fëanor was able to find you. I know how much you like to venture into the woods beyond the meadow. Very much like your father in that respect." Huor murmured, a slight smile playing across his lips. He was an older man, with hair that was beginning to turn white at the bases of the the hair strands. At one time, it had been a soft oak brown, but now it had turned to more of a dusty gray-brown. He moved with a slight limp, looking as though his limbs and joints were beginning to fail him. Nymphs were pretty much immortal, and Huor was a very old Nymph. "Yes. I came as quickly as possible. What is it you would like to speak to me of?" Sable asked, looking at her grandfather with wide, curious eyes as she gave him a large smile.

A chuckle escaped Huor's lips as he made his way slowly but surely across the room and rested in a large leather chair. The young nymph woman moved closer to him, sitting on the floor at his feet as she gazed up expectantly at him. She remembered when she was very little and had done this. But then, she had listened to her grandfather's tales of long ago before the times of peace across Domhan. "Yes, yes. I should not delay the explanation any longer. We must go as soon as I tell you." The old Nymph murmured, nodding slowly as he gazed off into the distance, looking at nothing in particular.

Huor coughed softly first, took a large breath second, and than began his story. Unfortunately, I cannot tellyou as much as I would like....I myself do not even know most of the details. What I can offer is this: The great Council has called me to come to Faywyn and advise on behalf of the Nymphs. Something is amiss in the lands, Sable. I am however, not sure of what it is. The journey would have to be swift and light, for I fear the meeting has almost begun. My request is for you, Sable Oranor, to come with me. I would be a good thing for you to do. You are like you father in many ways, but have the diplomatic skills of your mother. Go now and change into nicer garments if you wish to come!" Huor urged, a wide smile sliding across his face.

Sable looked down at her clothing and was abruptly aware that her grandfather was right. She was wearing old and faded trousers, leather boots that were practically falling apart and a stained pale green shirt. "Yes Grandfather!" With those words, the young Nymph was off and a few short seconds later she had burst through the doors of her home. Her mother was there, waiting and immediately began to help Sable prepare much to the young woman's protests.

The meadow Nymph was ready in record timing, in a beautiful but warm blue dress and her golden hair braided in a halo- like patter around her head. Her grandfather was astride a white steed, and a saddled bay mare was held at Sable's ready when she had appeared from her home. Grinning brilliantly, the young Nymph mounted and took the thin leather reins delicately in her fingertips. Nodding to her grandfather to let him know she was ready, the two signaled for their horses to move. Immediately the two beasts took off in a graceful stride, cantering across the meadow and towards the Elvin city of Faywyn.

It was not long before the pair made it to their destination. The meadows where Sable and her grandfather took residence were only but a short ride away. When the entered the city, they slowed the horses to a fast trot and hastily made towards the entryway of the building that they were to be meeting in. Once there, both Huor and Sable dismounted and immediately Elves appeared to take the horses. "Welcome, Huor Falassion and Sable Oronar daughter of Elessar Oronar to Faywyn."

( I'm not exactly certain if Sinderous my Dark Elf is supposed to be present at the meeting.

Edit: I forgot to let you guys know I changed Nimbalia's name to Sable. o.o )

[faraday]

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Chandeliers forged of fine silver that most likely was imported from Nordale hung from the high ceilings, the flames casting long shadows that danced upon the white marble walls. Aster let his hand wander to the hilt of his sword, his fingers lightly tracing the the creases of metal that he knew by heart. He looked up and noticed that as soon as he did it attracted the attention of an Elf, so he let his hand fall back to his side. After the murmur of voices settled from welcoming him inside, they rose again which sparked Aster's curiosity, and he craned his neck to see who had entered. He did not see anyone until he nearly stepped on her, to which he quickly apologized. "I'm terribly sorry, I did not see you there my lady!" He gushed, his face flushing a light shade of red. He was generally a very courteous fellow, but he had not been paying enough attention to steer out of the girl's way before knocking into her. As he examined he girl, he could not help but be confused. Why would the council call upon such a young child in such desperate times? She looked as if she could be no older than eleven or twelve years of age. That was until he heard her last name, which certainly belonged to no human. "Yes, welcome Rosfir Earthtapper." Of course, how could he have been so foolish? She was a dwarf, how could he not tell? He had seen Dwarves before, but never a female, so he had not known that there were female Dwarves up until now. Upon further inspection, Aster realized that her face was very well matured, far too developed to belong to one any younger than eighteen. She had dark hair that wrapped around her head in braids and she was clothed very modestly. She was not particularly beautiful, but not because she was unattractive, just because she did not stand out. The Elves shepherded her towards him and surrounded the pair in a half-moon formation, some of their eyes on them, others' on the walkway as they anticipated the arrival of the others. He did not notice that he was looking at her for longer than appropriate until she looked up and met his gaze with her dark eyes, quickly turning away shyly. He laughed softly at her chastity, and shook his head slowly side to side. The thought crossed his mind of introducing himself but he decided to wait until later, for he knew that they would be spending a considerable amount of time together in the future.

As the two waited for the others to arrive, Aster let his eyes wander to brilliantly elaborate tapestries that were hung with care upon the walls, depicting various scenes. The first illustrated the Elves' arrival to Domhan, how they were the first to arrive and they knew the land better than any of the rest, oldest and wisest. The second showed the agreement the first races made on territory and how it was to be distributed. "Strange", Aster thought, "that the Centaurs are not included in that one." Now that he noticed it, he saw that the Centaurs were not in any of them. Perhaps there were once Centaurs in some of them, but because of recent events, Aster would not be surprised if they replaced them. He felt an influx of energy around him, and focused his attention back to the entrance where a young man that appeared to be not much older than him stepped inside. He had dark curly hair and light eyes that darted all around the room. Was there finally a human apart than him that was to be a part of the group? The Elves went back to their default position, surrounding the three as if they were children that needed to be watched. None of them spoke, and the silence was uncomfortable. Aster shifted his weight from one foot to the next, the heavy chain mail clattering together noisily under his leather tunic. A sound outside on the marble stairs brought Aster's attention to the door, which swung open with a heavy sound, and something he never expected to see within Faywyn walked in; a Centaur.

The Elves welcomed him, albeit hesitantly, and the Centaur didn't hesitate to ask about the others' identities. The young man with curly hair was the first to speak, but it turned out he was not a man at all. When he introduced himself, he did so as a Fera. Aster knew little about the mysterious race that lived on the edge of Domhan, but he was slightly disappointed that he was indeed the only human so far. As he introduced himself, another Fera walked through the door. She was not in her animal state, nor in her human state, and it made Aster uncomfortable. The way her tail swished back and forth, the way her ears swiveled to tune into sounds that should be far beyond her limit to hear. Not letting himself get hung over on the young woman that entered, he turned and opened his mouth to introduce himself as well, but the girl with the head of red hair beat him to it. She came off as someone who started fights, not the one who ended them, which Aster did not particularly fancy. However, he would not let himself judge another, so he told himself that perhaps she was indeed true and pure, she just needed the chance to prove herself as the others did. When she ended her sentence, Aster stepped forwards before anyone else decided to speak up before him. "I am Aster Miraberg, son of Tharanor. I wish nothing but to restore order to Domhan, and prevent war with the Dark Elves." This earned a few nods of approval from the Elves, for that was their objective as well. As he finished speaking, another murmur of voices arose, so he searched the crowd for a new face, but he could not find one. However, there did seem to be more Elves than before...

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The halls within the building were long and empty, several sets of doors marking the end of the hallway. From what Rosfir could see, the inside of the building was just as, if not more, extravagant than the outside. Although it was nearly evening, she could still hear various species of birds calling back and forth to each other outside. The space itself was very open, although the combination of this and the building's size made it easy to get lost inside. Rosfir walked farther inwards, and bumped into a young man that appeared to be a Human. The force was not much to him, but it was to her, and she nearly fell backwards onto her bum. He quickly apologized, looking quite bewildered and embarrassed with himself. She opened her mouth to acknowledge him and let him know that there were no hard feelings, but she could not get the words to form on her tongue, so she said nothing. Soon afterwards the Elves grew silent, and the only sounds were the soft whisper of the wind outside and the tree branches responding by shuffling their leaves and branches. The birds had joined the Elves in their silence a few minutes before, although there was often a stray chirp or warble from one of them. Rosfir looked up and caught the human staring at her, and she quickly hid her face in her arms so he could not see her blush. She was not used to attention such as this for she was not adored back in Nordale by any but her mother, so she did not know how to react in any other way than the way she did. Once she was sure the color had receded from her cheeks, she let her hands fall to her side and she smoothed out the wrinkles in her skirt, finding herself suddenly self-conscious of her appearance. No words had been exchanged between the two yet, but Rosfir decided that she would most likely come to like the young man, because he seemed to be very kind and gentlemanly.

Rosfir glanced over at Aster after a few minutes of waiting for the others to arrive, and frowned. He was preoccupying himself with looking at the art on the walls, but that did not interest her. What interested her was why the Elves were keeping them here to wait for the others; the others might not come for a few hours, or until dawn even. But, as she pondered this, she considered their expressions. Their eyes were focused on the door, their faces stony; it was as if they expected the rest of the group to step through the doors at any moment. "But how can they tell," she asked herself, "when the others will be here?" She let her eyes wander to the huge oak doors, and just as she did they opened just a crack, and a young man stepped through. He looked to be about the same age as the one already in the room, although he wore a different style of clothing and seemed to have a different demeanor about him. She watched him walk in, the way his feet made contact with the floor silently, the way he moved with a certain covertness about him. The Elves welcomed him much like they did she and the other fellow, although when they welcomed him they welcomed him as Feldor of the Nightflei Clan, which did not sound human. She squinted her eyes in suspicion at the newcomer, but said nothing. He, as she and the other man were, was corralled towards inside of the protective screen of Elves, and they waited for the next member of their group to arrive. They did not have to wait long before the next member of their bunch arrived. This time, the chatter among the Elves began even before they walked in, and Rosfir soon saw why. The fourth member of their assembly was a Centaur.

He burst into the room, bringing a nervous energy with him. His hooves plodded noisily on the marble, each hoofbeat resounding throughout the room. He was so tall that Rosfir could barely see his face from her height, and had to crane her neck at an uncomfortable angle to be able to look up at him. The tension in the room would be cut with a knife, the Elves and the Centaur exchanging looks that burned like fire. Soon after the Centaur entered the room he demanded to know who they were, which caused Rosfir to frown. He was hasty, and hastiness was not something she was used to. Dwarves took their time to do things, both because they liked to do things right the first time and because they were a bit lazy when it came to some things. Feldor answered first, and revealed that he was Fera. "Fera?" Rosfir asked herself, doing her best to retrieve information about the race from her memory banks. Fera were not often mentioned by the Dwarves, so Rosfir knew nothing about them other than they had the ability to shift into other creatures. As Feldor introduced himself, she hardly noticed another figure slip into the room. At first glance Rosfir could not identify the creature, but after closer examination she realized it must have been another Fera. This one was not in her human or animal form however, and seemed to be something along the lines of an animal with human anatomy features. The way she carried herself was similar to Feldor, although she came off as one that had confidence in herself, which was something that Feldor did not radiate as strongly. She announced herself as Shayna, and did not hesitate to throw in a remark that Rosfir considered to be a challenge for whoever was up for it. Next to introduce themselves was the young man Rosfir caught looking at her, who introduced himself as Aster Miraberg, and he was indeed a human as she had expected. Now that they were all done other than herself, she gave a polite curtsy before familiarizing herself with the rest. "I am Rosfir Earthtapper the Dwarf, as you may have noticed." She declared to the others in a voice that was loud enough so that they could all hear her clearly. As she spoke, she heard the door open, and saw a young female Elf walk in with an older male. She studied them, and wondered to herself if they were a part of their group or not.

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S A B L E........................ O R O N A R

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location;; council room - city of Faywyn
mood;; anxious - nervous - awkward
with;; Rosfir, Aster, Feldor, Altair, Shayna, Huor

Her breath caught in her throat as the young Nymph gazed around her at the beautiful room and unique people occupying it. Immediately, Sable felt self conscious and almost afraid as she took in the diversity of the room. She could only ever remember in her entire life seeing three species of people that took residence in the land of Domhan. Elves, Wood Nymphs, and Meadow Nymphs such as herself. There wasn't that big of a difference between Nymphs and Elves, other than the noticeable fact that Nymphs were physically quite a bit shorter in stature. But both races had relatively fair skin, long and healthy hair, pointed ears, and high cheek bones. But Nymphs lived in small settlements and preferred the simple beautify of flowers and trees rather than the extravagant marble halls and silk fabrics.

Almost as soon as Sable and Huor entered the room, her grandfather seemed to bustle off to talk to one of the closer male Elves, leaving the young Nymph standing alone and rather awkwardly off to the side of the room. She felt incredibly out of place, especially when she caught sight of the two female travelers, a Fera and a Dwarf. Neither were wearing a dress like she was. She suddenly longed to be home and to run off into the forest to hide. But Sable took a deep breath and cleared her worried thoughts. She turned and searched the small crowd for her grandfather, deciding that she would follow his lead and figure out what to do next by watching him.

The young Nymph caught sight of Huor speaking quickly and swiftly with the dark haired Elf he had rushed off to meet when they had first entered the room. Her hazel eyes widened when the two talking figures turned slightly and stared directly at her. When she met her grandfather's gaaze, his eyes slid from her's and he turned away, continuing to speak to the Elf in a hushed tone. Confusion flickered in her eyes at that action. Where they talking about her? If they were...what were they saying?

Again the feeling of discomfort preyed upon her delicate heart and after standing awkwardly for some time now, she took a seat. Her back was completely straight, showing that she was indeed tense and nervous. Trying to distract herself from her growing anxiety, Sable decided to look around the room once more to study the other members of the council. The Nymph first took notice of the human male, noting his confident posture and almost hard-set face. Feeling odd looking at the human, she glanced away from Aster, her eyes falling upon the red haired Fera. She didn't exactly know what race Shayna was, but she didn't think the young woman looked exactly human. Sable had never seen enough of the races to be acutely aware of who was what. The Nymph however was able to identify Rosfir as a Dwarf. She had heard little about the species other than the fact that they tended to be quite short and stocky in stature.

Sable's hazel eyes fluttered away from Rosfir Earthtapper, scanned over Feldor, and landed on Altair Thunderhoof. Her breath caught in her throat, and surprise registered on her face and in h er gaze as she stared at the Centaur. Out of all the races in Domhan, Centaurs were the ones she knew least about. Altair was so far from anything she was used to seeing, and everything that she had ever encountered before (which wasn't really much.) Abruptly, the Nymph looked away, her cheeks flushing to a slight scarlet shade as she realized that she had been staring rather rudely and intently at the Centaur. Her hazel gaze fell into her lap, embarrassed. She hoped that Altair Thunderhoof had not caught her lingering gaze. A presence dropped down into the seat next to her, and the Nymph looked up, startled.

Sable looked up with wide eyes, her gaze taking in her grandfather's kind face and she slowly relaxed. She felt so on edge here, but she knew that no one was really paying attention to her. Why should they? She looked like just another Elf. Besides....she really didn't know why she was here. Huor had merely asked her to accompany him to the council meeting. Nothing more, nothing less. Well, that's what she assumed, anyways. Her grandfather reached over and patted her shoulder, a comforting look in his eyes. It seemed as though he could read his granddaughter's thoughts as he gazed at the blond haired meadow Nymph.

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