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Caravan: Resurrection

Baeshri Pass, Caravan Centaurus

Flin's confirmation made Ellorei's smile grow. He was the first person since her ritual that she educated about the wilds.
"Okay, so this is a trick the elder's and the chief used to do with all the kids. All you have to do is cup your hands as if you were trying to hold water, and I am going to place my hands under yours. The main thing is to make sure you don't leave my hands alright?" Ellorei turned now facing Flin fully with a look of a child wanting to show off a trick, "Alright Flin, do you want to hold fire?" She presented the flame to the soldier with a look of encouragement.

Caravan: Resurrection

Baeshri Pass, Caravan Centaurus

Ellorei actually had to pause it was the first time she saw someone outside of her tribe talk to the elements. To be honest it made her accept Flin at that moment. She allowed a small laugh to leave her lips at Flin's answer to her question. It made sense that there were always two sides of a story, still, she didn't think she'd be completely okay with the military until she spent more time with its soldiers and she would be lying if Noru and Daelin didn't make her nervous. When a question was directed to her she decided that honesty need be repaid with honesty.
"Surviving, I don't think would call it that. Living in the wilds is a great honor, and honestly, I don't know anything different. My tribe, the Cha'mir, are nomadic and our elders in the tribe are all druids too." She paused listening to stone again for any changes before she continued, "You have to keep in mind that I completed my ritual not six months ago, so I am still learning but I suppose in a way I was born to be a druid. As for the creatures, Gaia gives each druid their strengths and weaknesses like anything else. Animals, while they won't attack me unless provoked, are not my strength. My gift lies with the elements." Ellorei began to hold the fire in her hands the way a mother would hold a child before she let the flame travel down her arms across her shoulder and to her other hand before putting her hands in a prayer position, making the single flame split into two.
"As far as I know, I am the only druid that not only controls the elements but can hear them as well. Fire, for example, sounds like a grandmother and stone sounds a bit like an ornery old man." At that moment a rock, the size of an acorn, flew from seemingly nowhere hitting Ellorei on the head causing her to laugh despite herself, "My case in point. Did that answer your question? Rem has more wisdom than I do, being more practiced."

Ellorei continued to absentmindedly play with the flames as they continued their path down before she got an idea, "Flin! Do you trust me?"

Caravan: Resurrection

Baeshri Pass, Caravan Centaurus

It had to be stone, of all the elements Ellorei called a friend, stone was by far the least willing to bend to the will of a druid. They needed coaxing and often times even then it came down to a battle of wills. Even so, she began to send her energy to the stone in attempts to get a head start on the process. While she was doing so she made her contact with the stone through her feet stronger. While she waited for the cantankerous stone spirit to make itself known Ellorei returned a brilliant smile to the group. "Its really no problem, I will take any chance to help when I can." It was at the moment her smile turned to a smirk, stone was just as she remembered. They were there and answered her request but not without a snide signal of their own. "I have good news. Maybe? The stone let me know your frined is around here. I can sense blood, so I don't know if it's her's or not. Hence the maybe. Also, Flin, the stone says you should wake up, but it's not sorry." She shrugged, "Don't worry though, stone is known to be fairly ornery, even to some druids." Ellorei made a point by showing that if she stepped closer to the edge the trail would give way too.
Ellorei paused wondering if she should say what was on her mind. In the end she decided that honesty was always the best route to take.
"My tribe, the Cha'mir, had stories about the military. This may sound a bit crass but, I have to ask. Curiosity is my weakness." Ellorei looked to Daelin, Flin, and Noru, "Is it true that the military can give people nightmares? You don't have to answer if you don't want to! I was just told these stories as a kid and I only left my tribe a year ago."

Caravan: Resurrection

Baeshri Pass - Caravan Centaurus

Ellorei allowed for the one called Daelin to stand beside her. This was going to be interesting, to say the least, so far she learned that soldiers were not as battle hungry as her parents had told her. It was at her great relief to her that it was the case. "Ell works," the druid smiled, "I can tell you that the chances of finding your friend should be good, alive or not I can't promise. Rem, shall we meet back here?" Ellorei called over her shoulder before she turned to look at Daelin Flin, "What direction did the blast send debris. That should be a good place to start."

Esfir Neilovi

Character Name

Name:Esfir Neilovi
Title: Holy Knight of Our Mother

Influence: Medium 4

Description: Esfir Neilovi was born to the prominent family directly related to royalty. However, being the youngest of 12, Esfir was sent to the Abbey of the Holy Mother. There she trained since birth in the holy priestesshood to serve as a priestess. It was not until the Abbey became under attack that she witnesses the fierceness of the Valkyries she experienced a vision seeing the Mother calling her to the holy knighthood. Since that moment, Esfir became widely known as the Holy Knight due to her communication with the Mother and her holy abilities. Esfir, called by the Mother, now stands vigil guarding New Bastian with the order from evil.

Height:5 foot 7 inches
Weight:140lb
Age:24
Race/Species:Human
Appearance:Esfir has long blonde hair and pale skin, perhaps her most striking feature is her purple eyes.fav.me/da92lk2
Personality:

Abilities, Talents, Traits, Powers: Include this section if your character has any unique or significant abilities, talents, traits, or powers. If not, omit it.

• Ability 1: Divine Protection (Influence, 4)-- Esfir invokes the Mother after creating a line with her sword. There is now a barrier no evil creature, with an influence below 4, can cross.
  Ability 2: Purification (Influence, 4)-- Esfir places her blood on a creature's body, invoking the Mother, thus expulsing poison, hexes, and curses (under influence 4), heals non-fatal wounds.
  Ability 3: The Everjustice (Influence, 4)-- Esfir, invoking the Mother in a prayer before a battle (not immediate), now has her sword covered in radiant light. All damage done with the Everjustice is superior against demons and those aligned with evil (with and influence of 4 or below).

Items: Upon the recognition from the High Valkyrie, Esfir was gifted the Everjustice. The Everjustice is one of eight holy swords of the Holy order of Valkyries. The sword can be wielded singlehanded or doublehanded.

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Caravan: Resurrection

Baeshri Pass - Caravan Centaurus

"I wouldn't mind helping you look. Rem has a better grasp of the area than I do as far as villages and the like go, but I have you covered traversing the wilds. One of the many pluses of being apart of a nomadic tribe." Ellorei paused a moment looking thoughtful as she dug her toes in the dirt a bit more, "Besides, the trees are a bit restless since your commotion, they're up to the challenge."
She wanted to help aid them, even if they were soldiers, they were still alive and that meant they were of Gaia. Plus the idea of someone being left behind even in death seemed to sad. Her smile widened not all joking about the trees even now she could feel their songs, asking for a task. As she sent returning energy of positivity her eyes glowed faintly green.

Caravan: Resurrection

Baeshri Pass - Caravan Centaurus

"We could perhaps manipulate some branches from the trees if they need wheels. Even so, it doesn't matter if their caravan can be repaired." Ellorei motioned towards the front of the caravan, "Their venbu are dead. Unless we found them another pair that would be amiable to the job."
Despite her intense curiosity, she'd have to leave with Rem. She didn't know how long he would allow her to learn from him but she was going to take what she could get. So, for the time being, she was going to default to the elder druid's decision.

Caravan: Resurrection

Baeshri Pass - Caravan Centaurus

"It would do you well to remember what a druid can do with nothing." Ellorei huffed if they wanted banter she was happy to oblige if there was one thing that she prided herself on it was talking. She popped her head into the caravan, noting that the people were, in fact, a motley looking crew. She brought the flame to her hands once again in order to brighten the area once, "You spoke of a captain are you missing them?"
Her eyes glancing about the interior of the caravan. An honest curiosity seemed to overtake the druid. This was the first time, though wary, she'd seen a caravan up close and there were soldiers inside to make it even more curious. Looking at her it probably looked as though she'd reverted in years. Ellorei's desire for knowledge was such a large part of who she was that it oftentimes got the redhead in dangerous situations.
Making sure that her bare feet never touched the metal she walked closer and looked at what she assumed were soldiers, "What happened?"

Caravan: Resurrection

Baeshri Pass - Caravan Ambush Site

To sum up Ellorei at this moment in a word it would have to be torn. She wasn't sure if she should grieve the dead or seek their justice. It probably was for the best that Rem took the lead. This was Ellorei's first encounter with an official caravan up close. Her tribe had always avoided them, traveling with a wide enough girth that her childhood was shielded from them. The stories of armies told around the Cha'miran fires at night often included caravans, it was for her the tales parents told to keep their children in line. Despite being twenty-five, she found herself clutching her staff a little closer, "Rem, have you dealt with soldiers before?"

Ellorei matched her steps to Rem as he neared the metal contraption her nose wrinkled. Metal made her uneasy, she couldn't hear a voice from metal and Ellorei's judgment was often made by the voice she could hear from an element, creature, or plant. It made Gaia's restriction of entering cities an easy one for her to keep. As a male voice emerged from the caravan, Ellorei's eyes narrowed. She wanted to be friendly, but until she had her answers that was going to be difficult, "Are you responsible for this? How many of you are there? What happened? Seriously, it looked like you set off an explosion? That's a bit unnecessary. Nothing warrants an explosion, at least not around here."

Caravan: Resurrection

Baeshri Pass - Crossing to Baeshri Forest

"If you believe that she may wait, then I am in agreeance." Ellorei was always one to come to the aid of a traveler. Being born into a nomadic tribe had given her a soft spot. Nonetheless, Ellorei curled her bare toes deeper into the dirt of the trail in hopes of feeling a natural disturbance of the earth. The reply was almost a soft moan, whenever explosions or sudden changes in the earth the response was always the same painful wail. Aside from the earth's pain, underneath the cry was a sob, a sound Ellorei had learned to mean blood had seeped into the ground. Ellorei attempted to contain her flinch as her pulse sped up. Just ahead something was most definitely awry.
Ellorei began heading in the direction of the disturbance lighting her hands for the third time tonight and for a third time, she hoped that she'd need to put them away. Violence was never something Ellorei rushed into, but her deep need to protect often overruled her fears.

As she crested the hill her hands grew from a soft glow to an open flame. Ellorei retrieved her staff from her back, now aflame as well. There were corpses on the ground, their heart beating not long ago, now being looted. This is why Gaia had instructed the druids to leave the cities, respect for life had all but diminished. Ellorei's grief almost took her reason, but a soft wind caressed her check with a message, "Hold yourself, my gentle one." Her flames dimmed but did not diminish, as she held her gaze to the caravan ahead.

"Please tell me there is a reason," she spoke, "there has to be a reason."