Faynorae
Great Maiden's Blush
"At~ten~tion! ☆ This forum roleplay is part of the universe of [Isekai Hell]! You are welcome to join if you read all of this and that~♪"
Time: 20:07(8:07 PM)
Weather: Unusually Cold, Breezy.
Location: Borders of the Fae See, Somewhere in The Draumur Silva
Mentions: Elvario
Weather: Unusually Cold, Breezy.
Location: Borders of the Fae See, Somewhere in The Draumur Silva
Mentions: Elvario
- Hello and Welcome~ Please feel free to ask any questions! Please make sure to post within 3 days of the initial post, some exceptions may be permitted if you have a valid excuse! Otherwise, please contact me if you will be unable to post. Thank you! This RP will mainly focus on conversations between characters, puzzles and establishing the existence of The Glade!
- The specific location of the Draumur Silva is near the borders of the Fae See, between The Beast's Republic and Ryke.
- 3~4 Day Posting Cycle. Please be sure to contact me beforehand if you are unable to post ^^
Ophenia ✿ Find materials and songwriting inspiration.Euthalia ✿ Return home safely.
Recently, children have been wandering too far in the forests near the borders of the See... the dreamer's forest, was it? They haven't come back since... I hope my daughter returns soon... A Worried Mother |
Forest Noises.
That was but one of many different tales that anyone would hear folk speak of as they'd pass by. A mysterious forest known for being unusually cold and its high levels of mana floating around in the air of the forest. Passing through it yourself, on the other hand, was nothing compared to the rumours. There was a reason why children would often wander astray in the forest, and it was the reason why it was called The Draumur Silva, or the Dreamer's Forest.
It was silent, a lonely atmosphere. The rustling leaves of the trees and thickets. Assorted and ever-fragrant flowers. The violet and azure shades of all the plant life, all aligning with the eventide sky. The damp indigo grass beneath one's feet, and the various ponds of glistering liquid. The forest would seem ordinary to the folk of the See, but to the eyes of a young child, it feels as if you've stepped into a fairytale.
Enter Euthalia, and her Companions, Keone and Islwyn. Travelling through the forest in hopes of easily getting home Despite its inherent rumours, there wasn't much strange about the forest. They'd occasionally encounter the small ponds which were filled with something that only barely looked like water, and rarely, the small non-sentient glowing sprites of magic being carried away by the breeze. Those sprites made it clear that the forest was filled with an abnormally high amount of mana.
Euthalia had been given a few pointers about the forest, and why it would be a much quicker route home rather than travelling by foot. The high mana contents of the forest aren't just caused by careless residents or some sort of innate magical force, it's because the forest is allegedly related to a phenomenon known as 'The Glade.' The glade refers to the collective name of the strange relatively small magical subspaces which are referred to as gardens. Recently, some Fae has been using The Glade as a way to easily travel from point A to point B. For one reason or another, when one exits a garden, they usually end up nearby where they originally wanted to be, with a few rare exceptions.
There was something odd though, straying the group from the path that was vaguely carved out would be a constant crestfallen melody, echoing through the still and quiet forest. A mournful tune, hummed with the occasional words. The words sung weren't words that the group could fully understand at first. They were like chimes, gently being tapped by a metal stick. Though, as native speakers of Sylvan, Euthalia and Islwyn would soon be able to tell that it was vaguely similar to the language of the Fae. The single word the two would be able to make out was "Hoping."
Through shrubbery and trees, they'd slowly make their way toward this disheartening voice until they would come across a clearing. Beyond the shrubbery, grass and thickets the group would be able to see a large pond, once more filled with the glittering liquid. Surrounded by rosie floral bushes, the somewhat dark surroundings are lit by the glowing pool of liquid. Alone stands a slender figure, with long unkempt silvery hair with seemingly pink-dyed ends. Humming and facing the pond, obscuring the group's sight of their face.
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