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Tears of the moon [Skygirl/Oathmaker]

The sound of a cantrip being cast indoors preceded a bright silvery light glowing from the windows, illuminating the edges of the woods beyond even as it cast deep, shifting shadows.

Shadowheart appeared from the door of her study, Selûne's Spear of Night glowing from a light spell in her hand. Her hazel green eyes took in the situation quickly, her expression focused, serious, calculating. "Set him down on the front steps, I'm sure I can fix this."

She'd been looking forward to a peaceful night. A walk, maybe a swim (she still needed the practice), and then hopefully a dreamless sleep. It seemed all of that would have to wait. Once the priest was sat down on the step, Shadowheart propped her spear against the wall to have the light she needed to examine him. Beneath the left arm of his white robes she found a short, curved dagger, embedded in his side.

"How far did you walk with this?" she asked. It was sunk in deep, lucky not to have hit anything vital.

"I don't know," he admitted, breathless. "More than a mile, I think. You... you are Shadowheart, yes. The cleric? Can you heal me?"

She wasn't surprised the man knew who she was, though she wasn't immediately sure how. She'd actively avoided building a reputation in this area. "I am, and I can. Hold still, this will be more than a little unpleasant." She planted a hand against his shoulder to steady him, carefully taking the dagger's hilt and pulling. It caught on something, and she realized the blade was serrated, designed to inflict even more damage as it was withdrawn.

There was nothing to do but pull harder, unfortunately. The blade ripped free from the priest's side, causing him to cry out in pain, and spurting an unfortunate streak of crimson onto Shadowheart's arm and robes. She paid it no mind, setting the dagger aside and calling on the Moonmaiden's aid. Her hands lit with a blue-white glow, which she pressed to the open wound. "Te curo." The incantation sent a strong surge of healing magic into the priest's body, quickly sealing the wound and giving him much of his strength back. He sighed in relief.

"You were smart not to remove it yourself," she noted. "You'd have bled out long before you reached us. What happened? Where did you..." She trailed off, noticing the make of the dagger on the step for the first time. The handle was wrapped in a deep purple cloth, the hilt inlaid with an obsidian stone, black as darkest night.

"My name is Sef. Sharrans attacked me on the road not far from here. I was able to escape with the help of a Guardian of Faith scroll, but not before I was wounded. I am sorry, but they may have been able to follow my trail here."

"Bleeding as you were, I'm guessing it's a pretty clear trail." Shadowheart sighed, her heart sinking. If the Sharrans found this place, she and Nuvyen would either need to go to great lengths to defend it, or pack up and leave again. It simply never ended with these people. "Were you sent to find us?"

He nodded. "Yes. By the temple in Baldur's Gate. High Cleric Isobel needs you and Nuvyen to return. Here, I have a letter..." He reached into his robes and pulled it free, though Shadowheart could see that it was unfortunately stained with blood by the priest's wound. She took a look, finding it to indeed be written in Isobel's hand. She was one of the few people Shadowheart had kept correspondence with, one of the few that would know how to find her. There wasn't much detail in the letter, but she knew Isobel wouldn't drag her back to the city unless something urgent was happening. Sharran assassins intercepting the messenger gave weight to that, too.

She handed the letter up to Nuvyen. "What do you think?"

Tears of the moon [Skygirl/Oathmaker]

Tending the gardens always made Shadowheart think of the Emerald Grove.

She wondered what Halsin would think of her work. She'd wanted to arrange a visit for him since they arrived, to catch up and hear about the formerly Shadowcursed lands and his efforts to rebuild there. Showing others her home was something of a novel concept, a worry that she'd never really needed to deal with before. Certainly a change of pace from what she'd had to worry about in recent times.

But there was lots of time, for once. No impending doom in their heads, no devils and illithids trying to dominate them, no githyanki on their tails... just the Sharrans that refused to give up. She and Nuvyen had faced some close calls, but ever since reuniting with their charming owlbear friend, the Nightsinger's lackeys had become unsurprisingly more cautious. And now that they had tucked themselves away in such a remote little part of the Coast, Shadowheart was starting to believe they might actually be able to rest easy.

Rest, as it happened, came in the form of kneeling in the dirt, plucking out weeds, planting flowers as well as separate gardens for herbs and fruits. There were probably spells Halsin or Jaheira could've taught her to speed up the process, but working with her hands gave Shadowheart something to focus on, something to calm any encroaching nerves.

The change was proving more difficult than she thought it would be. She'd gone from facing down death nearly every day, escaping from her past and trying to make sure there was a future at all, to... tending gardens and crops. It was what she wanted, it was just difficult not to tense at every sound in the woods, not to have her spear within reach at all times. She kept expecting that horrible pain from the wound on her hand to flare up at any instant, only to remind herself that it was gone.

She'd been through a lot the past few months. Physically, mentally. She knew well how to conceal it from people. She tried not to conceal it from Nuvyen, but sometimes she couldn't stop herself from putting the walls up. She told herself she just needed time. With luck, her new home would give her all that she needed.

The familiar sound of panting and padded steps preceded the arrival of Scratch at her side, the dog licking at her cheek enthusiastically. Shadowheart laughed softly, trying to shake her hands clean of dirt before scrunching up his face and scratching his back. She wore sleeveless white robes that she'd bought back in Baldur's Gate, the skirt stained with dirt, but nothing a little magic couldn't fix. Her change to stark white hair and the clothing along with it had been a spur of the moment decision at a time when her world had been turned upside down, but she was getting used to it. Growing fond of it, even.

She stood, about to greet Nuvyen when a familiar roar of an owlbear from the woods nearby drew her attention, accompanied by a crashing of branches. She shook her head. "He's been at it for hours," she explained. "Quite the appetite, that one. There'll be no game left in a few weeks at this rate."

Shadowheart glanced over Nuvyen, trying to subtly search for anything out of place. "You were gone longer than I thought. No trouble, I hope?"

D&D Isekai: Render Unto Them A New World

I've got a piece of art I'd prefer to use over a face claim or hero forge. I'd either be human or half elf so I don't think my character's face would change much.

D&D Isekai: Render Unto Them A New World

Interested! This sounds like it could be a lot of fun.

Lilaethan

Are there any other characters coming in? There's just two of us right now. I can get writing an intro post at least, I'm just not really sure what I'm doing, and admittedly uncertain if this RP is going to get off the ground.

Lilaethan

Ashelyth would definitely love to have a speedy hover-jet-bike-thingy. Hard to do all the scouting on foot and whatnot.

Lilaethan

Had some unexpected free time, so here we go!

Ashelyth

Name: Ashelyth Iseris
Age: 115
Faction: Alaitoc Craftworld
Occupation: Ranger, walking the Path of the Outcast

Appearance: Short for an Aeldari, but still taller than many humans, Ashelyth is closer to six feet than seven, with a lithe build and the fresh face of youth, despite living for over a century. Pale-skinned with a smattering of freckles, her eyes are large and light silver-blue in color, and somehow the only part of her that seems old, due to her often distant gaze. Her long hair is platinum blonde, loosely bound behind her and typically tucked away into her hood when on a mission.

Ashelyth's Appearance

Wargear: Ashelyth's weaponry consists of her beloved Long Rifle, Silvershard, and her Shuriken Pistol sidearm. She wears lightweight body armor in the dark blue color of her craftworld, Alaitoc, beneath a long hooded cloak. The cloak appears a shimmering metallic silver color normally, but can shift and bend its color to match surrounding environments, aiding in her stealth.

She has also come equipped with a Ranger Gloom Field to help hide herself or her unit when under fire, and a Wireweave Net to deploy and use against charging foes, killing some and slowing the rest to buy time for a retreat.

History: Ashelyth's story so far is an all-too-common one on Alaitoc, that of a youth driven to desperation by the repressive mandatory discipline of her craftworld. Rather than cause enough trouble to be forcibly banished, Ashelyth left her people behind of her own accord, choosing the Path of the Outcast, taking up a rifle and setting out as a Starstrider, a Ranger.

It wasn't an act done lightly, as Ashelyth left family and many friends behind, and was well aware of the hardships and dangers that awaited her in the larger galaxy. But also she knew there was opportunity, adventure, and greater purpose in it than she could find elsewhere, and that she could not resist. She devoted herself to the craft, obeying the words of her mentors and trainers as law, and steeling her mind in the hopes of becoming impervious to malicious influences.

She started her journey on a number of Exodite worlds, offering her services where she was needed. After several years of this she ventured further, seeking out the territories of aliens, always reporting back any noteworthy developments to her home. She made a habit of watching those she encountered in stealth for days, sometimes weeks, to determine their temperament towards her kind if she could, before revealing herself and selling her skill as a sniper.

Her most recent and most notable destination was a verdant, lush world under Imperial rule that had come under assault by a sizable warband of Chaos, red-clad cultists and crimson demons fighting under the banner of the World Eaters traitor legion. Ashelyth offered her aid to the beleaguered garrison of the Astra Militarum there, and by chance encountered another of her kind walking the Outcast's Path, this one a Pathfinder of the Saim-Hann craftworld named Galanmaer.

Ashelyth spent two years on that world, honing her craft of hit-and-run tactics alongside Galanmaer against the utterly predictable forces of Khorne. The fighting there, the things she witnessed, and the overwhelming threat of Chaos, left its mark on Ashelyth. When she left the ultimately doomed world, she did so alone, sending only a slim report back to Alaitoc, and making no mention of Galanmaer. She left haunted and with the intent to return to her craftworld, perhaps for good, finally feeling like she understands the need for extreme discipline her people preach.

She wavered as she traveled, however, and when the call for aid from the Maiden World Yonah went out, it came as a relief. A way to avoid facing her family for now. She changed course and joined with the forces of Alaitoc rangers arriving there, ready to put her long rifle to use against whatever threat Yonah faced. All the while, a foreboding feeling builds in her gut, a feeling like she's become a moth, helpelessly drawn to the flame.

I admit I have no idea how old a "young" Eldar should be, so I guessed. If anything else seems wrong or not lore-friendly let me know. Some of the history parts I left intentionally vague, if you want the details I can always PM them to you.

Lilaethan

I'll try to have a character sheet done within a day or two here!

Lilaethan: A High-Casual/Low-Advanced Warhammer 40,000 Aeldari Roleplay

I think I would prefer to play a lone character, if possible. Would a Ranger work well for that? Stealthy lone sniper/scout, possibly working on the orders of someone else's higher ranking character?

Lilaethan: A High-Casual/Low-Advanced Warhammer 40,000 Aeldari Roleplay

Potentially interested! Bit of a newer fan of 40k, sadly don't know all that much about Aeldari, but happy to read up and learn. When you say a "small force" what does that mean? Like a small army, or a squad, or...?