The ringing bells made Efirinil sit up in a startle her eyes turning towards her door. "The death bells." She had heard them once before and she pushed up from her seat, her purple gown falling to her ankles as she slid her feet into a pair of soft leather boots. And walked towards the door.
Just as she moved to open the door four guards burst into the room with two of them cutting her off and moving to get her into the hall. "Sorceress Efirinil, you are hereby commanded to report to the Royal Courtroom where you stand on suspicion to murder the King."
Efirinil's face took on a expression of horror, and anger all at once as she glared at the two guards before nodding. "Fine, but allow me my veil at least she slid around them back into the room and snatched up her veil just before one of the guards dragged her out by her arm.
"Come now lady Sorceress, we don't have time for your evil dark elf hands to play any tricks," The guard shove her along as they began walking through the halls towards the Courtroom making sure to take longer strides than the Dark Elf so he could occasionally shove her to go faster.
Fed up with the mistreatment Efirinil stopped and turned on the guard pointing a finger in his face. "Stop this brutish behavior or I swear I will get your twig and berries to use in a potion.
The rest of the walk to the Courtroom was quiet and only when Efirinil passed the King's chambers and heard the sobbing inside did she falter. Her hand raised up placing on her veil hiding several tears rolling down her cheeks before they moved right along.
Her mind was ablaze with thoughts. "My king. My friend how did you die? I was so close to a cure. Surely you had a few weeks left." Then the doors opened revealing a courtroom in chaos, royal guard gathering nobles and other officials while everyone talked loudly of suspicions and making claims of who should ascend the throne. Efirnil instantly got a headache from all the commotion as she stood by the wall flanked by the guards that had escorted her there.
Birthplace: Lessa Grove (Chartric Forest between Greenfall and Silent Rise)
Resides in: Lessa Grove
Occupation: Survivalist
Appearance:
6'7 253 LBs
Personality: Shy, reflective, and a bit isolated Crann is a fairly typical Dryad, except that she is one of the Druids that of the world after the return of magic. Slowly a little at a time she is getting rid of her old views of having to hide away from the rest of the world spending her time in her tree so that she can venture out and create new Dryad groves, and cleanse ones that have been corrupted. She has a determined nature and even forced herself to confront lumberjacks in the woods close to her own grove.
Birthplace: Lessa Grove (Chartric Forest between Greenfall and Silent Rise)
Resides in: Lessa Grove
Occupation: Survivalist
Appearance:
6'7 253 LBs
Personality: Shy, reflective, and a bit isolated Crann is a fairly typical Dryad, except that she is one of the Druids that of the world after the return of magic. Slowly a little at a time she is getting rid of her old views of having to hide away from the rest of the world spending her time in her tree so that she can venture out and create new Dryad groves, and cleanse ones that have been corrupted. She has a determined nature and even forced herself to confront lumberjacks in the woods close to her own grove.