The Journal of a Tortured Soul: Latherian Leefwalker

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*You find this satchel of rolled parchments stuck into a mess of exposed tree roots, along with an amulet with the symbol of Folian S'pae.  You can not tell how old the satchel is, but from the amount of leaves and mosses that have accumulated around it you guess its many hundreds of years old.  You unravel one roll, marked with a single black slash you assume to mean part one. The thing you notice is that the first section seems to be covered in holes and blotched of ink, as if the author was taping at it before he began to write  There is no title anyway to be seen, and no telling as to when it was written, but you none the less decide to read.*
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[INDENT]Greetings reader, you are reading the journal of an elf who, until now, could not look past the horrors of his past.  You're reading the journal of an Elf who has been cursed to stalk Layonara in the skin of a Drow, but with the heart of a Wood Elf...  You're reading the journal of an Elf whose family and clan was murdered before his eyes.....  My name is... was.. forever will be...  Latherian Leefwalker, the last living member of the Leafwalker Clan of the Forest of Mists, Defender of Nature and Hunter of Villainy, but no longer will I wallow in the horrors of my past.  I have been shown how foolish I have been.  By the time this comes into your hands reader, whoever you are, I am sure the souls of those who freed me from my misery will have passed along with my own, but let it be known that the mysterious story teller I know only as Ozy, and the woman Angela Swann, are the two who helped me realize my life must be lived in the present.  It is because of them I decided to chronicle the events I will be apart of during my life, but in order to get past my past, I must first tell the tale, so that, just maybe, one day a reader like you will see what I have been through and learn something from it as I have.  133 years Before the beginning of the Dark Ages...  I was the son of two Druids of no know renown, and a member of a Druidic Clan of Shifters, the Leafwalkers.  I will not bore you with the little history I can recall about my clan... When I was about 20 years of age, still very young for an Elf, my Clans Camp amidst the trees of the Forest of Mists was attack by a lone Drow sorcerer.  He slew my entire Clan except me, cursing me to as a Drow; Dark Blue skin and Cotton White hair.  I escaped him by fleeing through a thick fog that descended upon my camp in the midst of the...  destruction. *there seem to be two warped spot near the end of this passage, seemingly from water*  For the 133 years that followed that day I had thought of nothing but to kill the man that ruined my life, wanting nothing more then to laugh as he did as I watch his blood spill from his throat.... [/INDENT]*this part of the parchment seems to have been partially crushed, as if the author was gripping the parchment to tightly* [INDENT]But I have now come to realize my folly.  I cared little for the troubles that plagued the world during the return of Sinthar Bloodstone, and somehow managed to never get involved, but coming to Hlint not long afterward I had little to no knowledge for that horrid time.  I know now the likely fate of the fiend I sought for so many years: dead, along with the vast majority of the life on Layonara.  I am no almost without purpose, and empty shell without the drive for revenge that kept me going for so long.  Even as I write this I ponder what I am to do with my life, what purpose I can have aside from a constant need for revenge... [/INDENT]*there is a large bleed spot of ink where the author probably rested the quill as he thought* [INDENT]I know there is one goal attainable for myself.  Ozy, the odd man that he is, has told me that no magic is permanent, and that my curses is curable, but I find it hard to believe.  Before I came to Mistone I met a wise old wizard, known only as Kay'nen, who helped me in finding a way toward a cure.  He found that in the presence of a source of light, such as a bright candle, my curse was dispelled, but only temporarily...  We had planned to find a way to conjure up enough positive energy to perhaps free me of the curse, but he disappeared before we could finish.  Not long after I left, and arrived on Mistone... [/INDENT]  
[INDENT]As of know, I have been here in Hlint for at least a few months, and I have experienced a lot.  Strangely enough I have made some allies...  friends that I consider trust worthy...[/INDENT]   *the next part is a list*
[INDENT]  Pyyran Zergon Sharhar Cul'laire Gruffydd Talia Ajax
  These people were some of the first to accept me, and some of the first to learn my story.  They have all helped me in some way or another; Pyyran was the first to show me what life was like in Hlint; Zergon was the first Drow I met that I didn't try to kill, the first Drow I have ever trusted, and a valuable ally in battle; Gruff has been always a pal, looking past my hated exterior to know me as the friend I am to him; Talia, a friend of Zergon's, has been a welcome face and charming person to journey with; Ajax, a burly yet dim witted warrior how enjoys smashing goblin skulls almost as much as getting into fist fights; and Sharhar, a delightfully sweet Half Elven girl who shares my love of nature.
  Perhaps it is these people that will one day help me find myself amongst the horrors of both my past and the mysteries of the future, but I can not say any more now.  Only time will tell.
  Until next time reader, May the Longstrider guide and ease your steps.
[/INDENT]  *the parchment is torn here, and you take notice of the next scroll marked by two black slashes of ink.....*

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*you pick up the next scroll and unroll it.  The first thing you notice is that it seems to smell faintly like ale, even after all the time its sat under the tree.  It also lacks the spots and holes of the last, however instead there is a rather large stain across the entire parchment.  You take an investigative sniff of the stain and discover the source of the ale smell.  Apparently the  stain is some kind of alcohol stain.  The writing on this one seems a bit sloopy.  Like the others this isn't dated but you guess that it was written not long after the first, given to references in the text* [INDENT]  How Humans and Dwarves can stand drinking ale is beyond me...  Makes people do the silliest things and hurt your head afterward.  I have to keep away from the stuff from now on.
  So  today I joined a group of adventurers bent on hunting for a fight.  I can't understand why... but I go along anyway.  We end up wandering to the Haven Mines and try our hand at getting to the ores down below, but the Ogres were to numerous for us.  We do however run into some Knights, called themselves Servants of the Worm.  Never heard of them, nor would I want to serve a worm.  I do however have to say it was then I found the ale.  I don't remember when, but soon after meeting the Knights I had a bottle of ale in my hand and was downing it all.  Woke up somewhere in a desert somewhere....  Behind a sand dune...
   Unfortunately I had to witness the deaths of some undeserving creatures.  Taken by fear, some of natures creatures charged our party to be slain by the others.  I could not save them...  Folian shares my sorrow, for he knows not to kill unless you must...
   I did meet a fairly odd man the other day as well.  He seemed to be dressed in the garb of a Toran faithful, but seemed rather rash and for a Toran faithful...  Very odd...
  I still think about the words of Ozy and Angela...  I have been also thinking about Nature quite a lot...  Perhaps that is were my future lies...  I have met few people who can sneak through the woods like me, who understand the ways of nature.  Perhaps it these people who I must ally myself with in order to discover my fate.  Nature is in need of defenders in these Dark days, and I know I can answer its call.....   But is that what I really want...
  As last time, may the Longstrider guide your steps.
[/INDENT]*It is not signed, it simply ends.  You begin rooting around through the satchel for the next one...*

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*before you come across the next piece of parchment, you find a neatly folded piece of paper held together by a wax seal. When you pick it up the ancient wax crumbles and the letter falls open.  It's written in read ink and penned in a much neater hand then the previous pieces you've read, and yet again there is no date.*
[INDENT]  Something... odd... happened today. Sharhar, a gentle hearted half-elven lass, kissed me on the cheek. I don't know why either. ... It's a strange feeling.
[/INDENT]  *there is a bit of a difference in the tint of the ink, and it would seem the next paragraph was not written at the same time as the first*
[INDENT]  I can't stop thinking about it. Why did she kiss me? What does that mean?  I've been sitting in Sielwood, thinking about this for hours, but it doesn't make sense to me. Is it some human thing? What are these... kisses for... I'm hiding this... I hope no one finds it until after I'm long gone. Shar, you are a wonderful friend, but what does this mean... I am so confused.
[/INDENT]  *it ends unsigned. You fold it back up and put it back in the satchel, looking for the third roll again*

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*you finally find the third scroll, and you unroll it.  You look around and notice that this one is perfectly clear of taint.  No ale, no blood, no holes.  You start reading.  Again, its not dated*[INDENT]  I have learned of the fate of my home.  Today, during some sort of hunting holiday where everyone runs around killing things (beastly behavior), I was invited on a trip to Dregar and the Forest of Mists...  It has been so long since I've been there.  However, it as not as peaceful as I remember.  There are now giants that patrol the many wandering paths that were once free of danger.  What has this Bloodstone done to my world?  What has he done that leave nature so helpless against these beasts...  The most horrible realization later on though.  After clearing a small Giant camp, we decended into a cave said to contain more of the fiends.  Hoping to free my former home of Giants I followed them in.  There I beheld a sight more horrid then the burning of a forest.  Demons dwell beneath the Forest.  No sooner did we confront the giants when a demon wreathed in flame rose from the depths and released its wrath upon us all.  I fell without even knowing of what beset me.  I was helped back to my grave, and regained my strength, but the demon had disappeared...  I have discovered a purpose now.  I must find a way to cleanse the Forest. I must try to bring peace back to my home...  And I must find a way to slay that demon...  Afterward we wandered across the rest of Dregar, hunting down more giants, even slaying giant scorpions and horrid undead.

  Eventually I found my way back to Hlint.  I soon set off with a pair of Dwarves and Gruff, my old friend, to hunt more giants.  That turned out to be a foolish errand we all soon fell to the might of a Maur...  Again I find myself in Hlint, without the solid form of the living...  I had to wait to regain my power...
  Low and behold, I come across Ozymandias, the odd bard that hangs around Hlint.  I approached him, and Ozy was having a conversation with what looked like a halfling  about his own shadow trying to kill him.  I didn't understand any of it...  Eventually I began to speak with him, since I had more time than I normally did.  I learned just how much this ancient elf knows.  We began to discuss the differences between Mithril and Adamantium swords, discussed parts of the war against Bloodstone, and I even got him to tell me a tale about three extremely odd Dwarves doing anything possible to avoid something Ozy called "Narrative Causality."  It was incredibly amusing...  I may have to see if I can learn something more tangible from Ozy....  Who knows what other knowledge is crammed into his head...
[/INDENT]//And Now in Elven![INDENT]E irilela cailmlaw eo anira oilana eo sa iresa. Anewila, wymelv laesa laeman eo irylanelv irecewila amirama aelamaela mylla ilmeylw neccelv anirelvla (faillaanca fairileleem), E amilla eleleanaw el il anmety ane Wmavilm illw anira Oemalaan eo Selaanla... Ean irilla faal lae celv laelnya E'ela faal anirama. Ireamaelam, ean illa lean illa tyailnyaoyc illa E masasfam. Anirama ilma leam veillanla anirilan tyilanmec anira silla amillwamelv tyilanirla anirilan amama elnya omaa eo willvam. Amirilan irilla anirela Bloodstone wela ane sa amemcw? Amirilan irilla ira wela anirilan cailela lilanyma lae iractycalala ilvilellaan aniralaa faillaanla... Anira selaan iremmefca mailcejilaneel cilanam el anireyvir. Iloanam nycailmelv il lasilcc Veillan nyilsty, ama wanyalwaw elane il nyilela lailew ane nyelanilel sema eo anira oealwla. Iretyelv ane omaa sa oemsam iresa eo Veillanla E oecceamaw aniras el. Anirama E fairacw il laeviran sema iremmew aniral anira fymlelv eo il oemalaan. Wasella wamacc falailanir anira Oemalaan. Le laeelam wew ama nyelomelan anira veillanla amiral il wasel ammailaniraw el ocilsa melaa omes anira watyanirla illw macaillaaw eanla ammilanir ytyel yla ilcc. E oacc ameanireyan aelal nleamelv eo amirilan falaaan sa. E amilla iractyaw filnyn ane sa vmilela, illw mavilelaw sa laanmalvanir, fyan anira wasel irilw welailtytyailmaw... E irilela welanyeelamaw il tyymtyelaa leam. E sylaan oelw il amila ane nycailllaa anira Oemalaan. E sylaan anma ane fmelv tyailnya filnyn ane sa iresa... Illw E sylaan oelw il amila ane lacila anirilan wasel... Iloanamamilmw ama amillwamaw ilnymelala anira malaan eo Dregar, irylanelv weaml sema veillanla, aelal lacilaelv veillan lanyemtyeella illw iremmew ylwailw.

Aelalanyilcca E oeylw sa amila filnyn ane Hlint. E laeel laaan eoo ameanir il tyilem eo Wamilmelala illw Gruff, sa ecw omealw, ane irylan sema veillanla. Anirilan anymlaw eyan ane fa il oeecelair ammillw ama ilcc laeel oacc ane anira seviran eo il Silym... Ilvilel E oelw salaaco el Hlint, ameanireyan anira laecew oems eo anira ceelelv... E irilw ane amilean ane mavilel sa tyeamam...

Ceam illw fairecw, E nyesa ilnymelala Ozymandias, anira eww filmw anirilan irillvla ilmeylw Hlint. E iltytymeilnyiraw ires, illw Ozy amilla irilelelv il nyelelamlailaneel ameanir amirilan ceenaw cena il irilcocelv ilfeyan irela eaml lairilweam anmaelv ane necc ires. E wewl'an ylwamlaanillw illa eo ean... Aelalanyilcca E favill ane latyailn ameanir ires, laelnya E irilw sema anesa anirill E lemsilcca wew. E cailmlaw quylaan iream synyir anirela illnyealan aco nleamla. Ama favill ane welanyylala anira weooamalnyala faanamaal Seanirmec illw Ilwilsillaneys laamemwla, welanyylalaaw tyilmanla eo anira amilm ilvilellaan Bloodstone, illw E aelal vean ires ane anacc sa il anilca ilfeyan anirmaa a'anmasaca eww Wamilmelala weelv illaanirelv tyelalaefca ane ileleew laesaanirelv Ozy nyilccaw "Lilmmilaneela Nyilylailceana." Ean amilla elnymawefca ilsylaelv... E sila irilela ane laaa eo E nyill cailml laesaanirelv sema anillvefca omes Ozy.... Amire nleamla amirilan eaniram nleamcawva ela nymilssaw elane irela irailw...[/INDENT]

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*the fourth scroll is very much like those prior, this one looks considerably longer. This one however is written on a rather decorative scroll. The edges are inlaid with gold and the scroll case is made of cherry. The author obivously thought a great deal about what he wrote on this scroll*[INDENT]  I have finally discovered the source of the troubles in the Forest of Mists. Very recently, a few days ago in fact, I was traveling with a group adventures on Dregar (some of which where my friends Kinai, Gruff, and Tath), and we ended up heading into the Forest to dispatch of some giants at my request. We managed to clear a small camp of Giants, then descended into the nearby caverns. We had to fight hard to get at the ore and gems with the cave, and were met with some heavy resistance. Afterwards we made for the desert. It was here I realized what must be done.
  The caves within the Forest of Mists have been heavily fortified against an invasion, it seems. Within the confines of the earth, they have established a sort of fall back point, a keep of sorts. I also noticed that the Giants of the Forest seem much weaker then their desert-faring brethren. I also noticed a number of trails that lead from the Forest and into the desert and back. Some go through the Black Feather mountains, others branch off the road between Orcs Watch and Dresden. Some may even go far east as the Ruins of Lies, but the for it is clear. The Desert is home to more then just Giants. Mammoth scorpions, vicious ants and half-beasts, as well as drakes, all live across the expanse of the desert, things strong enough to crush the weaker of the Giants. Therefore, these runts are banished, either by design or by chance, and make their way into the Forest. There, they have the ability to thrive. Facing only the Satyr's and a meager Bugbear population, they are relatively safe amongst the trees of the Mist.
  The question is then how to rid the forest of them, if at all possible. I believe it is. I know from experience that there is more to the caves in the Forest then what the Giants have revealed. There must be passages not yet discovered that lead deeper into the earth. Why? Because I have seen a Demon within those caves. There are no signs on the surface of it ever leaving, but I was gone. There must be more to those caves...
  The cave is the key. The Giants fled before the Demon, but such a beast could not be relied upon to secure my home. But never the less the caves are the key. There must be something that is willing to take to the caves in order to rid them of the Giants. The Dwarves hide in their mountains seeking riches, they would care nothing for the troubles of my ailing Forest. And the Drow... Never mind. I would not dare ask for their help, even if came for free. There must be someone, something.
  Krys, another of my companions, mentioned the Vakhar. I know little of them, but he said they once protected the Forest. I must learn more about them. They may be my only hope for saving the Forest.
[/INDENT]//And now in Elven![INDENT]E irilela oelilcca welanyeelamaw anira laeymnya eo anira anmeyfcala el anira Oemalaan eo Selaanla. Elama manyalanca, il oaam wilala ilve el oilnyan, E amilla anmilelacelv ameanir il vmeyty ilwelalanymala el Wmavilm (laesa eo amirenyir amirama sa omealwla Kinai, Gruff, illw Tath), illw ama alwaw yty irailwelv elane anira Oemalaan ane welatyilannyir eo laesa veillanla ilan sa mahyalaan. Ama sillilvaw ane nycailm il lasilcc nyilsty eo Veillanla, aniral walanyalwaw elane anira lailmfa nyilelamlla. Ama irilw ane oeviran irilmw ane vaan ilan anira ema illw vasla ameanir anira nyilela, illw amama saan ameanir laesa irailela malaelaanillnya. Iloanamamilmwla ama silwa oem anira walaaman. Ean amilla irama E mailcejaw amirilan sylaan fa wela.

Anira nyilelala ameanirel anira Oemalaan eo Selaanla irilela faal iraileleca oemaneoeaw ilvilellaan ill elelillaeel, ean laaasla. Ameanirel anira nyeloelala eo anira ailmanir, aniraa irilela alaanilfcelairaw il laeman eo oilcc filnyn tyeelan, il naaty eo laemanla. E ilclae leanenyaw anirilan anira Veillanla eo anira Oemalaan laaas synyir amailnam aniral aniraem walaaman-oilmelv fmaanirmal. E ilclae leanenyaw il lysfam eo anmilecla anirilan cailw omes anira Oemalaan illw elane anira walaaman illw filnyn. Laesa ve anirmeyvir anira Fcilnyn Oailaniram seylanilella, eaniramla fmillnyir eoo anira meilw faanamaal Emnyla Amilannyir illw Wmalawal. Laesa sila aelal ve oilm aillaan illa anira Myella eo Ceala, fyan anira oem ean ela nycailm. Anira Walaaman ela iresa ane sema aniral quylaan Veillanla. Silsseanir lanyemtyeella, elenyeeyla illanla illw irilco-faillaanla, illa amacc illa wmilnala, ilcc ceela ilnymelala anira a'tyilllaa eo anira walaaman, anirelvla laanmelv aleyvir ane nymylair anira amailnam eo anira Veillanla. Aniramaoema, aniralaa mylanla ilma fillelairaw, aeaniram fa walaevl em fa nyirillnya, illw silna aniraem amila elane anira Oemalaan. Anirama, aniraa irilela anira ilfeceana ane anirmeela. Oilnyelv elca anira Lailanam'la illw il sailvam Fyvfailm tyetyycilaneel, aniraa ilma macilaneelaca lailoa ilselvlaan anira anmaala eo anira Selaan.

Anira hyalaaneel ela aniral iream ane mew anira oemalaan eo aniras, eo ilan ilcc tyelalaefca. E faceaela ean ela. E nleam omes a'tyamealnya anirilan anirama ela sema ane anira nyilelala el anira Oemalaan aniral amirilan anira Veillanla irilela maelailcaw. Anirama sylaan fa tyillalailvala lean aaan welanyeelamaw anirilan cailw waatyam elane anira ailmanir. Amira? Fanyilylaa E irilela laaal il Wasel ameanirel anirelaa nyilelala. Anirama ilma le laevlla el anira laymoilnya eo ean aelam cailelelv, fyan E amilla vela. Anirama sylaan fa sema ane anirelaa nyilelala...

Anira nyilela ela anira naa. Anira Veillanla ocaw faoema anira Wasel, fyan laynyir il faillaan nyeycw lean fa maceaw ytyel ane laanyyma sa iresa. Fyan laelam anira calala anira nyilelala ilma anira naa. Anirama sylaan fa laesaanirelv anirilan ela ameccelv ane anilna ane anira nyilelala el emwam ane mew aniras eo anira Veillanla. Anira Wamilmelala irewa el aniraem seylanilella laaanelv menyirala, aniraa ameycw nyilma leanirelv oem anira anmeyfcala eo sa ilecelv Oemalaan. Illw anira Wmeam... Laelam selw. E ameycw lean wilma illan oem aniraem iracty, aelal eo nyilsa oem omaa. Anirama sylaan fa laesaela, laesaanirelv.

Krys, illeaniram eo sa nyestyilleella, salaneelaw anira Vakhar. E nleam ceananca eo aniras, fyan ira lailew aniraa elnya tymeananyanaw anira Oemalaan. E sylaan cailml sema ilfeyan aniras. Aniraa sila fa sa elca iretya oem lailelelv anira Oemalaan.[/INDENT]

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Sa Wailmalaan Laecelam

 
Laireycw E oelw,
Illeaniram ela oela,
Anira amemcw ameycw nyaillaa ane fa.
Oem el iram ilmsla,
illw ameanir iram nyirilmsla,
laira laanilmanla il nyirillva el sa.

Iram laecna lanel,
iram ceelaca vmel,
Iram nelala il Vew'la walaema.
Anira amila laira anilcnla,
illw iream laira amilcnla,
weala laaan sa laeyc el oema.

Iream nyill ean fa,
anirilan laynyir illa sa,
ameycw oelw il laeyc illa iramla.
Laecelam'la asfmilnya,
illw ceelaca oilnya,
E iretya, ameanir sa, alwymala.

Sa Laecelam Wailm,
Sa Wailm Laecelam,
Sa Illvac el anira leviran.
Amira ela ean lae,
anirilan amirilan aey we,
Oaacla, ane sa, lae meviran.

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Latherian sits up one night while travelling with Silver.  She lays her head in his lap as she rests in the Elvish state of Meditation while he unroll a scroll to write on.  He smiles down to her, stroking her cheek, savoring the feel of her soft skin.  He then begins to write.
[INDENT]    Ean'la il elama laanmillva oaacelv.  E's lean ane layma amirilan Ean mailcca aelal ela fyan E cena ean.  Laecelam irilla fanyesa laesaela E nyill anmylaan.  Ean'la irilmw ane faceaela illaela nyeycw oaac anirilan amila ilfeyan il 'aaleana.  Aelamaela nleamla iream aniraa ilma, fyan Laecelam...  E wel'an nleam amirilan ean ela ilfeyan iram.  E's layma illa eaniram silca, quilwaw iloanam welanyeelamelv aniraem ceelam amilla eo Cilwa Elwycvalnya'la ocenyn, ameycw nyciles eanla quylaan anira iloanam ilooanyanla eo il selaan tyillalaeel-oeccaw leviran.  Fyan E nleam leam anirilan ean'la laesaanirelv sema.

    E's ilomilew ane laila amirilan E anireln ean ela.  E nyilllean fa layma.  Lean aleyvir anesa irilla tyillalaaw, illw oem ill aco ane quysty ane nyelnycylaeella ela lean elca eccevenyilc fyan ellailla.  E ils lean il irysill amire sylaan fa millair illw wanyewa anirelvla hyenynca wya ane lae laireman il ceoa.  Laireycw Laecelam wanyewa E ils il amemanir nyestyilleel oem iram, walatyeana iream laira ela, E nyeycw latyalw anira ceoaanesa eo irysill nyelanastycilanelv anirela aseaneel...  Anireyvir E we lean amillan ane...

    Oem lae celv E'ela faal ilcela el anira amemcw.  Sa oilseca ela wailw, anira oaam omealwla E elnya irilw E ilfillwelaw eyan eo sa eaml feananamlalala aneamilmwla anira amemcw, anirelnelv anirilan sa ilflaalnya ameycw iryman aniras illa ean wew sa.  Laynyir ilmmevillnya ela lean fanyeselv eo ela eo sa nycill...  E laesaanesala oailm anira nyymlaa anirilan anilelanla sa lanel anilelanla sa laeyc illa amacc...  E irilela ilnyanaw illa sa lasalaela ilnyanla il lysfam eo anesala, eyan eo irilana, eyan eo illvam...  E anirilln Sa Cemw anirilan E irilela lean irilmsaw illa eo ellenyalan fceew...  Fyan leam...  E irilela Laecelam.  E nyeycw lean favel ane oeec salaaco illw nyciles iram illa sa eaml.  Ane we lae ameycw feanir wacywa sa illw ellaycan iram, illw E nyeycw lean welamalatyanyan iram cena anirilan.  Fyan laira veelala sa il iriltytyelalala E irilela laelam irilw.  Laira nyilcsla sa ameanir iram aneynyir, a'nyeanala sa ameanir iram laseca, laeeanirla sa ameanir iram nelala...  Quylaan faelv ilmeylw iram E oaac weooamalan, cena E wel'an laaw ane irewa illasema, anirilan E ils le celvam anilelanaw fa anira nyymlaa anirilan naatyla sa lanel fcilnyn.  E we lean amelair anirela oaacelv ilamila, E amelair ane oelw eanla laeymnya illw asfmilnya ean, fa ela ameanir ean...  ilcamilala irilela ean.

    Amiral anira anesa ela meviran E amilcc illan Laecelam ane nyesa ameanir sa filnyn ane sa iresa, sa ecw iresa, ane laiream iram amirilan E amilla elnya il tyilman eo.  Tyamiriltyla laira sila aelal we anira lailsa ameanir sa, fmelv sa ane iram iresacillw lae anirilan E seviran cailml eo anira oilseca laira irilla anirama.  Fyan oem leam E saweanilana el anirela oaacelv.  E ils anilnelv Sa Wailmalaan ane Anira Nycailmelv Shar'har fmeyviran sa anal aniremanaal aailmla ilve, el iretyala eo lairilmelv ameanir iram laesa eo sa tyillaan.  Sa elca iretya ela laira ela ameccelv ane irailm ean...
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*Translations to English are saved, though given only to those who have reason to read them: DMs; Players involved in his RP; Elves with reason to read it.*

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Latherian sits in his favorite spot west of Blackford Castle, leaning up against his favorite tree.  He would be alone, save for Pane laying next to him, sleeping as he tends to prefer doing in the colder months until spring returns.  Pane enjoyed being by his friend, and despite Katia calling him to back to his den to sleep, Pane prefer to sleep curled up in a ball next to Latherian.  He didn't mind.  Next to Silver, and more recently Ferrit, Pane and Folian (the Panther) were the only friends Latherian ever really had.  Pane was more fun then Folian had been.  All Folian likes to do was sleep, chase things, and run away.  Pane was atleast playful and a decent comforter when it snowed.  At the moment however the ground was clear but frosty, a strange winter rain coating the ground with a soft layer of ice.  He had the fire going nearby, some rabbits roast for dinner when he opens his Scroll case up,

[INDENT]Anewila amilla, elama elanamalaanelv.  E manyeaelaw il salalailva omes Laecelam ane saaan iram el anira nymiloan irilcc el anira Irysill Nyeana eo Tyeman Hempstead.  Anira tycilnya nyelnyamlla sa.  Mavilmwcalala anireyvir, E saan iram anirama.  Laira amilla salwelv il tyeanya eo nyceanirelv amiral E amilcnaw yty.  Laira lasecaw, illa laira ilcamilala laaasla ane we amiral laira laaasla sa.  E ils iretyelv ean ela lean sema aniral quylaan iram vmaaanelv, illw anirilan anirama ela laesa oaacelv fairelw ean, fyan oem leam E ils nyelanalan nleamelv laira ela iriltytya ane laaa sa, amirilanaelam iram maillael.  Laira lailew laira amilla silnelv il nyelaanysa amiral E elhyemaw ilfeyan anira nyceanirelv, illw aniral laira illanaw sa laesaanirelv anirilan E sylaan ilwsean ils milaniram tycaillaaw ane irailm.

Laira amillanla sa ane ve ameanir iram ane anira Sillahyamilwa Filcc anira Leringard Arms Ell illw Anilelaml ela irecwelv el il oaam selanirla.  E amilla hyeana laymtymelaaw, ilnyanyilcca.  E ilnynyatyanaw iriltytyeca, illw ama favill amemnelv el walaevlelv eym nyelaanysala.  Laira walaevlaw il anastyanelv Anevam nyelaanysa.  E nyill'an amilean oem anira tyilmana lae E nyill latyalw anira leviran ameanir iram.  Laira iractyaw sa silna il ameco nyelaanysa anirilan natyan sa milaniram nyelnyailcaw ameanirel lae E wewl'an nyilylaa il lanyala anirama ameanir iram, fyan laira tyenynaw laesa elama laeoan oilfmenyla oem ean.  Laira lailew laira nyill'an amilean ane oaac ean ilvilellaan iram ocalair...

E wel'an anireln illaela ameycw oelw sa laameeyla eo E lailew E irilw oaacelvla oem il Xeeneana.  Fyan E we lean nyilma...  Laira irilla laeoanalaw sa irailman, illw E ilwema iram.

E anilcnaw ane Cilwa Pandorn anewila ilfeyan...  manyalan iriltytyalelvla.  Ama amalan laesatycilnya hyeaan illw eyan eo anira amila ane anilcn...  Laira ela ela eo elama oaam amires E anmylaan.  Laira ela ela eo anira oemlaan samnyirillanla amire E irilw aelam tyymnyirillaaw sa irylanelv vailm omes, illw aelal filnyn aniral laira nlaam amirilan E ceenaw cena illw lailew leanirelv ilvilellaan sa.  Iram alanema vyecw, el oilnyan, irilla laelam lailew illaanirelv ilvilellaan sa fillaaw el sa iltytyailmillnya, fyan E anmylaan Ferrit sema aniral illa eo aniras.  Aelal iram silana E ameycw lean anmylaan ameanir amirilan E anilcnaw ane Cilwa Ferrit ilfeyan.

E anilcnaw ane iram ilfeyan il wecassil E ils irilelelv...  Sa oaacelvla oem Wailm Laecelam.  Aniraa ilma oemeavl ane sa laanecc, anireyvir anesa ela laceamca ilwwelv ane sa ylwamlaanillwelv eelam aniras, aaan E laanecc ils amemmeaw.  Oem il vmailan silla aailmla E irilela faceaelaw Cemw Folian amillanaw irela tyaetyca ane fa cena anira ameco, ane ceela cena anira tyilnyn, ane oecceam anira amilala el amirenyir anira ameco tyilnyn amemnla.  Ean amilla elca anirmeyvir Cilwa Pandorn'la amemwla anirilan E favel ane ylwamlaanillw sa eaml ylwamlaanillwelv eo amirilan sa Cemw amelairala eo irela oecceamamla fanyesala nycailmam, illw anirilan E sila irilela faal wacywaw fa anira selanyelnyatyaneella E irilw el sa aeyanir, ylmaoelaw fa sa oilana, anirilan caw sa ane faceaela anirelvla ilma illa aniraa ilma.  E iretya el anesa sa ylwamlaanillwelv eo anirelvla fanyesala nycailm, lae anirilan...  Tyamiriltyla E sila amilcn ilselv sa Nel lean illa ill eyanlaewam illw eyannyillaan, fyan illa il sasfam eo anira tyilnyn...  Illa il sasfam eo laenyeaana...  Illw tyamiriltyla...  aelal iriltytyeca...[/INDENT]

[ShiffDrgnhrt]

Latherian sits up in his bed, the beautiful elf woman Silver curled up contentedly beside him.  He sighs, running some fingers across her cheek, but then smiles.  He climb out of bed after kissing her on the cheek, and sits in front of the fire, the only real source of light in the room.  He digs through his bags for a scroll and his quill and ink.  Before writing he looks upon his loves face, he firelight dancing playfully on her cheeks.
[INDENT]Ean'la irilmw ane faceaela amirilan irilla iriltytyalaw ane sa el manyalan selanirla...  E oacc el ceela...  Silwa ceela ane il selaan failyaneoyc amesill...  Nymailanaw il ceoa ameanir anirilan amesill... illw leam ama ilma ceelelv anevaaniram.  Anira falaan tyilman ela laira ela laanecc quylaan anira amila E ceela iram.  Tycilaoyc, ilooanyaneelilana, lilyvirana, amilms, laeoan, illw ceelelv...  E caillaan E anireln ean'la ceelelv.  E nyill lean laila eo laira anmyca ceelala sa illa E ceela iram, fyan E selaan illalaymawca nleam E ils latyanyeilc ane iram.

Ama seelaw elane il tycilnya eamlaw iltytyilmalanca fa il Laamelillan eo Mist, lilsaw Muireann.  Laira laaasla cena laesaela amire ilfemala lellaallaa, illw E ils vcilw anirilan E ils lean il oeec.  E we lean nleam iream sa Cemw oaacla ilfeyan sa ceelelv ameanir, alalaalaneilcca, aname tyaetyca amires irecw oileanir ameanir anirelaa sa Cemw welailtytymeelala eo, Sa Wailmalaan illw anirela Muireann, fyan E irilela ceananca nyireenya.  Sa irailman facelvla ane Laecelam illw E amecc lean anmilwa iram oem illaanirelv, illw Cilwa Muireann tymeelewala feanir Sa Ceela illw E il tycilnya ane malaan, fa anevaaniram, illw iretyaoycca milelaa eym nyirecw.

E ils anmaelv ane latyailn ameanir Cilwa Ferrit el iretyala eo iram iracty el vaananelv il latyanyeilc veoan silwa oem sa Ceela.  E amillan Laecelam ane ilcamilala ceela sa, aelal amiral laira ela el illeaniramla ilmsla, illw E amillan iram ane nleam anirilan E amecc ceela iram, le silananam amirilan.  Laira ela... sa silana oemaelam...  E quylaan iretya laira nyill ceela sa cena E ceela iram, aelal eo iram fewa facelvla ane le ela...  Silafa...  Silafa iram laeyc, illw sela, nyeycw fa ela...  ela ceela...  oemaelam anevaaniram...  [/INDENT]

[ShiffDrgnhrt]

Latherian leans against the tree holding a squirming bundle in his arms that is his son Cailo.  He is quite, and no quill or parchment are anyway to be found.  Instead he just sits there, in the woods outside Leringard, watching the expressions on his little boys face, his thoughts jumping around in his head about his new family.  He had spent a good deal of time away from Silver and Cailo both lately, and was happy to be back with them.

Pane paces around them, the only one of the three keeping watch on the surrounding forest.  He was still getting used to the little thing that his friend would hold all the time, especially the smell of it.  While it most often smelt like Latherian and his mate, it occasionally smelt like something Pane would much rather leave buried behind a bush, but he endured it.  He knew it was normal, even if it was rank.