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Caelyn Syol'arael
Wood Elf Druid
AC: 15 HP: 54/54
PP: 17 PIv: 10 PIs: 17
Conditions:
Concentrating on:
5 / 7 d8 HD
Spell Slots- 4/4 1st, 3/3 2nd, 3/3 3rd, 1/1 4th
Downtime Day 1
Caelyn, following instructions and directions from the more friendly shopkeepers and passerby, finds herself walking with Anri for hours in hope of finding a temple of the Seldarine. The longer they walked and the more she searched, the more disheartened she became. Anri may notice the difference in her demeanor, going from outgoing and happy at the beginning of the day to quiet and concerned as the sun travelled west. When they finally find word of a shrine, she had almost expected to find nothing, and her spirits brightened, at least a bit. When she was introduced to the older elf who managed the shrine she gave their names, but didn't go into details of their troubles or her curse. She didn't wish to bring anyone else into the trouble they found themselves in. She simply asked for some time alone at the shrine.
Caelyn had never... devoted herself... to the Seldarine. At least not alone. She'd thought about them, she'd uttered a few words to them in times of dire need. She'd even begged for their help with the dreams reached their darkest and she could not trance. She'd always imagined that Melian would guide her through whatever rituals or steps were necessary to profess devotion to the elvish pantheon. But Melian was gone. She needed to take control of her own spiritual journey now. And that meant solemnity and wisdom. She lowered herself to her knees before the shrine, whispered her worries, fears, and troubles, then asked for Sehanine Moonbow to guide her mind, so that she could trance again without Seniyad's blessing. Oh! And she asked Rillifane Rallathil to bless Seniyad for his gift to the young druid. And she mustn't forget! She prayed that Anri's path would be stewarded by the wisdom of generations past. She kept remembering more and more things she wished to pray for, but she shook her head and focused. Seldarine... I pray for the wisdom to stop making as many mistakes, and, failing that... the wisdom to learn from the mistakes I do make so I do not repeat them. I want my family to trust me again... and I NEVER want to hurt them like I did in the dreams... please... death before that...
When Caelyn came out of the side room with the shrine, Anri would see tear stains on her cheeks. She would turn to the keeper of the shrine, thank her quietly, and accept the moonwater with genuine appreciation. When Anri was finished receiving her book, Caelyn would offer to volunteer what she knew of the stories when they rested at the temple of Helm that night.
That Night, at the Temple of Helm
Caelyn would stay up as late as Anri wished, contributing legends, stories, and tales of the Seldarine and elvish heroes that she could recall. She tried to tell them just the way her older sister had told them to her, though Anri made for a much better audience. Meanwhile, she practiced with her lock, frustratedly trying to get the tumblers to budge.
When the time to trance came, Caelyn pressed her staff to her temple and let the energies Seniyad had bestowed upon it flood her mind and body. Sitting down on her cushion with the staff across her crossed legs, her mind wandered into her exercises, but she couldn't stop thinking of Seniyad. His life would be over long before hers had even reached it's peak, but he spoke with wisdom and composure that she found admirable. Strong. Even... attractive? Her eyes shot open, her freckled cheeks flushed, and she covered her features for a few seconds as she tried to collect herself. Turning to make sure others are asleep or trancing, she cleared her throat, tried to clear her mind. When she found she couldn't she instead reached into her bag and fished out the wooden bird that Seniyad had given her.
"Uh... I wanted to thank you again. For the magic infusion in my staff. I'm trancing normally again." She sighs, feeling relief flood her body. "So many anxieties, so many worries, so many fears and angers and feelings are all so much more manageable when you can just... rest... and I can't thank you enough. I feel stronger. I feel like I can fight the feelings that my bloodline bring to mind. And... I have other feelings. I'm still sorting them out, trying to... well... I just wanted you to know how much you've helped me, and that I'm thinking about you. This city is dirty, crowded, and scary, with danger around every corner, and it makes me appreciate the peaceful home you protect all the more. I hope... I can return there some time, now that the shadow druids there are quelled. I... look forward to seeing you again, too. She wanted to say more... wanted to just keep talking and talking... but instead she tossed the wooden bird out the window, cheeks flushed, and rushed back to her cushion.
Day 2 Downtime
Caelyn was much more calm and collected when she sat down to break her fast with her family and new friends in the temple of Helm. She kept her own activities to herself for the most part, but swapped stories and discussed progress with the others as they all prepared for their day. "If you need assistance investigating the sewers, Sam, I'll come with. As dirty and disgusting as the sewer may be... in it's own way I feel like I would be more comfortable here than in the city above." She turned to Anri and spoke again. "If we're not needed, I would enjoy spending more time with you. We still have a lot to go over with your new book, and I could use your expertise in making locks go clickety clack, as you put it. But I understand if you're busy or if more serious matters draw us away." Turning to Master Magmaforge, her eyebrows knit with concern. "I owe a dryad. I would not see another one be trapped. I hope we can move on that lead before leaving the city."
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