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Elanthian Vogue/Jastatos 5120

2020-10-25T14:30:16Z

CHIVERST: /* Head Over Eels */

[[File:EV Insignia WIKI.jpg|200|right]]

==This Month's Edition==
Editor-in-Chief: [[Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l]] 

==Editor's Thoughts==
Fall brings spectacular displays of foliage amid celebrations of nature's bounty. For many, the autumn equinox in [[Imaerasta]] heralds the start of a glorious season, filled with apple harvests, pumpkin spice, and wood smoke. For others, it is a melancholy reminder of those who have passed beyond the [[Ebon Gate]] marked by the [[Eve of the Reunion]] at the end of the month.

This latest edition of [[Elanthian Vogue]] is dedicated to fall fashion and the long-awaited return of the annual [[Ebon Gate 2020|Ebon Gate Festival]] on [[Caligos Isle]]. For the budget-conscious, we look at how you can throw together a fashionable outfit from the array of clothing available off-the-shelf in regular town shops across Elanthia. The more adventurous among you, however, may be interested in expanding your exotic wardrobe with the anguillid-influenced collections offered on the Isle for a limited time. Be sure to do your shopping early in readiness for the many merchants cited to arrive on the Isle soon.

We also reveal the Jastatos portrait from the 5119 Vogue Gallery - the 10th in the 12-month long presentation – and, as we wind down towards the year-end, we are making preparations for the 5120 Gallery. I hope you will be as excited as we are about this year's selection of celebrated personalities.

As always, don't forget to send us your comments on any of the articles in this month's publication or suggestions for future editions!

Editor

==Fall Color==
{|{{prettytable}} style="width: 20%; float:right; margin-left: 10px; text-align: center; background-color: red;”
|"''Sun with his artistic touch, streaks skies of blue with rosy blush, trimming oak and maple too, crimson reds with yellow hue.''"
|-
|}
Every season has its special beauty and autumn is no exception. Watching the trees turn from a uniform green to all varieties of gold, yellow and red is a spectacular experience. One can almost be blinded by the fiery brilliance. With all this beauty there is a certain sadness in knowing that the changing colors foreshadow the Eve of the Reunion and the arrival of winter.

Two months ago, those who have a tendency to observe trends may have noticed the plethora of plum and gold available from the more fashionable outlets of Bloodriven Village. These two colors feature heavily this season along with other juicy offerings like marigold, honey, tangerine, berry red, and fig purple. How can anyone fail to be excited by such an array of succulent options.
{|{{prettytable}} style="width: 20%; float:right; margin-left: 10px; text-align: center; background-color: purple;”
|"''Birch and hemlock, purple and gold, apples, pumpkins bright and bold, burns by day and cools by night, cloaking trees in fiery might.''"
|-
|}
Fall fashion is always more fun than summer thanks to the endless styling opportunities via the simple art of layering. So, what are the color trends to tap into this autumn? We encourage you to try the following if you want to give your wardrobe an on-trend twist without having to brave an entirely new aesthetic...but more of that later!

'''Full On Red''' - Neck-to-toe red is undoubtedly the biggest color take-away from this season. Whether you opt in with a gown or coat, or simply a tunic or shirt, there's no holding back with this one. Just make sure your accessories are relatively neutral to avoid overkill.

'''Basic Brown ... yellow and gold''' - The old adage about brown being a boring option is no more as it's officially the chicest color of the new season.
{|{{prettytable}} style="width: 20%; float:right; margin-left: 10px; text-align: center; background-color: indigo;”
|"''Wispy winds and tumbling leaves, cypress scents within the breeze, starry eves and harvest moon, sets the stage for crickets' tune.''"
|-
|}
Whether it's a single piece with touches of yellow and gold or your own concocted take via layering, you can't go far wrong. It's a good idea to stick to just one or two shades - as opposed to a mix of tones - to avoid things looking like a muddy mess.

'''Back to Black''' - Fans of the pared-back black look should rejoice this season, as there's little considered more on trend than a head-to-toe midnight look. Aim for liquid-like sheens of silk and satin or even glossy leather to add layers of texture.

'''Powerful Purple''' - Purple is often overlooked as a power-color, but the latest trend in court made a convincing case for its merits. Rarely seen as a standalone, purple tends to be seen in layers of tonal outfits or complimentary gown and heels.
{|{{prettytable}} style="width: 20%; float:right; margin-left: 10px; text-align: center; background-color: orange;”
|"''As spiders spin their tapestry, and crickets sing in symphony, their final song of destiny, it's clear for all the world to see, Autumn's vibrant majesty!''"
|-
|}
'''Strong Blues''' - Undoubtedly set to dominate this season are strong shades of blue injected with statement silver pieces. Pair it with a stripped back color palette - think whites, greys or blacks - to avoid it veering towards tastelessness.

'''Clashing Sunset''' – Pink and orange are big news this season. These shades, reminiscent of the very best sunsets, look just as great in segmentalized sections - via block color separates - as they do woven throughout via clashing pattern work. Keep it cute and avoid messy aesthetic punctuation marks by ensuring any accessories are in on the clashing action too.

==Off the Shelf: Sugar and Spice==
''...and all things slithery.''

The Style Team at Elanthian Vogue have been busy putting together a collection of outfits for those with limited resources. As in previous editions, all the items selected were purchased from established outlets and feature the fall trend of sugar and spice with touches of indigo as a nod towards the anguillid aesthetic of Caligos Isle.

<pre{{log2}}><div style="text-align: center;">'''SUGAR'''

She is wearing an ivory-tailed blushed copper fox pendant, a gold leather corset draped with graduated chains at each hip over an off-the-shoulder cream silk blouse, a short dark leather skirt, and some tall brass-buckled brown suede boots.

Add a smudge from a slim burgundy cream-filled vial for glossy burgundy full lips. Alternatively, switch out the skirt with a pair of brass-fastened crimson wool breeches and add a dab from a speckled black glass bottle for a faint scent of peppercorns and sweet herbs.

He is wearing a silk-lined caramel velvet cape, an open-necked chamomile silk tunic, a honey amber wasp-carved band, a wide leather belt, some tailored caramel silk pants, and some side-laced amber leather sandals.

Add a dab from a slender sky blue bottle for a faint scent of sandalwood and currents of vanilla.

She is wearing a tailored combed wool tunic colored in shades of indigo and lapis blue, some slim-cut black linen pants, and some silk-laced indigo suede boots.

Add a sweep of a gilt-handed indigo kohl stick for beautifully indigo-outlined eyes or a dab from a slender midnight blue bottle for a faint scent of clove and anise, muted by notes of cinnamon and vanilla.
</div></pre>

<pre{{log2}}><div style="text-align: center;">'''SPICE'''

He is wearing a dark coffee-hued suede cape, a flowing white sailcloth tunic with oval-shaped ironwood toggles, a pair of undyed doeskin pants with leather ties, and a pair of wide-cuffed chestnut leather boots.

Add a dab from a thin clear glass bottle for a faint scent of bay leaves and spiced rum. Alternatively, a smudge from a brushed silver case painted with pale sard hues will lend a pale sard blush to the prettiest cheeks for a more feminine look.

He is wearing a russet silk and linen ataniki simply cut with a left-bound front opening, a fitted white linen shirt with unbuttoned sleeves, some slim-cut black linen pants, and some rush-soled walnut leather yatane.

Add a dab from a short and squat amber bottle for a faint scent of sandalwood and amber, with underlying notes of clove. Alternatively, switch out the shirt for a pleated white silk blouse and throw on a fireleaf bangle ringed with embossed orange and red leaves. Fireleaf red lips are the final touch from a glaesine crock sheened in fireleaf red hue.

She is wearing an earring of knotted bronze and copper, a mahogany dupioni silk corset over a pleated white silk blouse, some wrist-buckled mahogany leather gloves, some side-laced dark caramel brocade leggings, and a pair of dark suede boots.

A dab from a faceted crimson bottle adds a faint scent of cinnamon, accented with a touch of nutmeg, cloves, and orange zest.
</div></pre>

All of these items can be found in the following boutiques:

[[Elaraeyn's Boutique]], [[Dari's Clothiers]] and a [[Narrow dark walnut cart|specialised cart]] in Wehnimer's Landing 
[[Flashfeet's Fine Fashions]] in Icemule Trace 
[[Caelyna's Boutique]] and [[Belt Booth]] in Solhaven 
[[Marienna's Market]] in Kharam Dzu 
[[A Twist of Roses]] in Ta'Illistim and [[Piaere's Boutique]] in Cysaegir 
[[Sylvarraend Clothiers]] and the [[Ta'Vaalor Women's Clothier]] in Ta'Vaalor 
[[Island Boutique]] and the [[Crystal Lotus]] in Mist Harbor

==Head Over Eels==
Eels were once a staple dish for the early Frontier dwellers, being a readily available source of food from the Locksmehr River. Now those looking to be on-trend this season will be scrabbling to wear them in various forms, especially after last month's Elanthian Vogue featuring exotic fashion.

There is nothing fishy about eel skin, it is delicate with a subtle reflective quality and takes colors beautifully and naturally. The designers and traders of Caligos Isle have catered for those who are keen to follow this latest trend with the ingeniously chic way they have used the skin of the slithery inhabitants. This year's festival features a sleek collection of silky blacks and shimmering indigos inspired by the Isle's indigenous creatures and its silvery mists. Whatever your personal feelings about eels – delicious to eat or squeamish to observe – they lend themselves to some very extravagant fashion pieces.

For the conservative fashion followers among you who wish to give a nod towards the exotic without fully "embracing the eel", try adding a single piece to a conventional autumn wardrobe. Head over to [[EGShop:So Eely in the Morning|So Eely in the Morning]] for your one-stop anguillid accessory needs: from gloves and belts to statement boots, they have you covered. Samples include some onyx talon-tipped rippled black eel skin gloves, a wide belt of medallion-impressed eel skin, a pair of turquoise-splashed alabaster eel skin thigh-boots, and some vibrant orchid eel skin ankle-boots lined with silk. Check out their full range for yourself!

As well as scouring the town boutiques for staple items, the Style Team have compiled a selection of their favorite festival items that should see you through to the New Year. When putting together an outfit, remember the eight seasonal color trends and, for a finishing touch, consider taking inspiration from the animal kingdom in some way or another.

A change of hairstyle is always a good place to start when trying out a new look. If you're not brave enough to cut your precious locks, why not opt for a wig. Aboard the Damsel of the Deep is an airy cabin shop called [[EGShop:Wigged Out|Wigged Out]] with expertly crafted wigs on display.

When worn, an auburn wig will give you an elbow length style of brilliant dark auburn hair swept with vibrant hints of copper and gold. Similarly, a bronze wig will transform your appearance with mid length, tousled rich bronze hair tied back with an austere oak band. Alternatively, should you wish to consider an edgier style, try an almond-hued wig for a shorter style of cropped almond-hued hair randomly strewn with pallid gold streaks. Just remember to pick up some wig powder to soothe any discomfort or itching.

Looking for a classic gown or two, then head over to the boutique next door for this year's collection of [[EGShop:Made to Measure|Made to Measure]] metallics. A ginger camlet bliaut patterned with rose gold maple leaves or a backless russet damask gown trellised with bronze plaiting is the perfect addition to any elegant fall wardrobe. Treat yourself to some matching accessories while you're at it. Popular among those in higher social circles, especially the [[Nalfein]] Elves, a wrist-worn [[Vanne fan]] is a must for any formal event and one made from delicate lacebark and copper or finely pleated crimson faille would be ideal. Add a touch of bold color to your [[Nail polish|nails]] for that perfect finishing touch. Pick from an opalescent indigo glass bottle, a smoky plum glass bottle, or a gold-suffused glass bottle ... or all three.

Fashion-forward men needn't miss out either. On the Eastern Slope of the Isle is an ebonwood building called [[EGShop:Wrap Yourself|Wrap Yourself]] housing the latest collection from the designer [[Yansio]]. Known for his exceptional tailoring, this year is no different. Slip an umber damask vest embellished with onyx beading over a pristine long-sleeved cream linen shirt. Add some crisply pleated raven black trousers and a pair of laced black leather shoes with narrow toes and you're good to go.

Whilst in the vicinity, it is worth stopping by the nearby tent housing the [[Of the Faith Collection]]. An ankle-length lamb's wool robe dyed in autumn hues would make the perfect addition to any autumn-winter wardrobe.

Looking for something similar to ward off a chill? Secreted in a stone enclosure on the Talus Slope are a selection of cleverly tailored garments in a range of fall colors. A conservatively cut indigo linen greatcloak or a generously cut sable-lined crimson cloak make the ideal [[Climate wear]].

Every outfit needs accessories and this year's festival offers an abundance of options. Long standing readers of Elanthian Vogue will recognise the name [[Veola]] and her masterful creations once again grace the showroom of [[EGShop:A Head Above Water|A Head Above Water]]. We suggest picking up a flat charcoal tweed cap trimmed in dark leather or a burnished copper-netted caul trailing thin braided chains to adorn your stylish locks for any occasion. Should you be fortunate enough to have a merchant offer to adapt your Veola, you may wish to refer to one of our earlier [[Elanthian Vogue: Jastatos 5118 EXTRA!|EXTRA]]s for hints and tips on how to achieve the look you're after.

Some of the statement jewelry pieces that caught our eye include an enameled cheetah-shaped earring from [[EGShop:Savor Your Magic|Savor Your Magic]], a slim copper-looped bracelet of polished sugar maple tiles from [[EGShop:Flotsam Frills|Flotsam Frills]], a laje and bronze lion figure from [[EGShop:What Suits Zoo|What Suits Zoo]], and a jewel-sheened bronze talon ring from [[EGShop:By Hook or by Crook|By Hook or By Crook]].

This year sees the return of [[Fancy Coat]]s and the premiere of [[PeakyWear]], two collections that should be an integral part of any trend-setter's wardrobe. Stop by [[EGShop:Whimsical Wares|Whimsical Wares]] and [[EGShop:Rakish Raven|Rakish Raven]] in the Northern Passage for a versatile weathered dark buckskin jacket that goes with practically everything and a mustard satin shirt with long suede-banded sleeves or a striped silk vest dyed a muted belladonna purple; both guaranteed to turn heads.

No outfit is complete without a belt. [[EGShop:Fashionably Belted|Fashionably Belted]] has you covered with a wide range of animal skin options. I challenge you not to buy one of each! And we just couldn’t resist the new range of make up available in the Parlour of [[EGShop:Draped in Death|Draped in Death]]. A metallic sweep of copper and bronze blended across the eyelids in a seamless gradient just screams Fall 5120.

==Vogue Gallery==
Last but not least, we end this edition with the Jastatos Vogue Gallery 5119 winner. Put "on the spot" in the [[Elanthian Vogue: Ivastaen 5119 | Ivastaen edition]] last year, it gives us great pleasure to feature Nuadjha kis'Anthri in the Elanthian Vogue Gallery.

<pre{{log2}}><div style="text-align: center;">
'''Jastatos'''
'''Captain of the Falcon Nuadjha kis'Anthri'''
Bold strokes of blue and white paint form gradients of pulsing luminescence as they sweep diagonally across the page. In marked contrast to the ethereal backdrop, the central focus of the image is a sharply drawn brass and gold-rimmed pedestal on which sits a solid silver orb. Looming over this orb is a tall half-sylvan with fox-like features framed in tousled russet hair, the precise application of amber and red at its tips lending the subject an energetic aura. With a tilt of his pointed chin, his expression is one of intense concentration as he studies the apparatus before him.
''Portrait as featured in the 5119 Vogue Gallery''
</div></pre>

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Elanthian Vogue/Jastatos 5120

2020-10-25T14:29:47Z

CHIVERST: /* Head Over Eels */

[[File:EV Insignia WIKI.jpg|200|right]]

==This Month's Edition==
Editor-in-Chief: [[Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l]] 

==Editor's Thoughts==
Fall brings spectacular displays of foliage amid celebrations of nature's bounty. For many, the autumn equinox in [[Imaerasta]] heralds the start of a glorious season, filled with apple harvests, pumpkin spice, and wood smoke. For others, it is a melancholy reminder of those who have passed beyond the [[Ebon Gate]] marked by the [[Eve of the Reunion]] at the end of the month.

This latest edition of [[Elanthian Vogue]] is dedicated to fall fashion and the long-awaited return of the annual [[Ebon Gate 2020|Ebon Gate Festival]] on [[Caligos Isle]]. For the budget-conscious, we look at how you can throw together a fashionable outfit from the array of clothing available off-the-shelf in regular town shops across Elanthia. The more adventurous among you, however, may be interested in expanding your exotic wardrobe with the anguillid-influenced collections offered on the Isle for a limited time. Be sure to do your shopping early in readiness for the many merchants cited to arrive on the Isle soon.

We also reveal the Jastatos portrait from the 5119 Vogue Gallery - the 10th in the 12-month long presentation – and, as we wind down towards the year-end, we are making preparations for the 5120 Gallery. I hope you will be as excited as we are about this year's selection of celebrated personalities.

As always, don't forget to send us your comments on any of the articles in this month's publication or suggestions for future editions!

Editor

==Fall Color==
{|{{prettytable}} style="width: 20%; float:right; margin-left: 10px; text-align: center; background-color: red;”
|"''Sun with his artistic touch, streaks skies of blue with rosy blush, trimming oak and maple too, crimson reds with yellow hue.''"
|-
|}
Every season has its special beauty and autumn is no exception. Watching the trees turn from a uniform green to all varieties of gold, yellow and red is a spectacular experience. One can almost be blinded by the fiery brilliance. With all this beauty there is a certain sadness in knowing that the changing colors foreshadow the Eve of the Reunion and the arrival of winter.

Two months ago, those who have a tendency to observe trends may have noticed the plethora of plum and gold available from the more fashionable outlets of Bloodriven Village. These two colors feature heavily this season along with other juicy offerings like marigold, honey, tangerine, berry red, and fig purple. How can anyone fail to be excited by such an array of succulent options.
{|{{prettytable}} style="width: 20%; float:right; margin-left: 10px; text-align: center; background-color: purple;”
|"''Birch and hemlock, purple and gold, apples, pumpkins bright and bold, burns by day and cools by night, cloaking trees in fiery might.''"
|-
|}
Fall fashion is always more fun than summer thanks to the endless styling opportunities via the simple art of layering. So, what are the color trends to tap into this autumn? We encourage you to try the following if you want to give your wardrobe an on-trend twist without having to brave an entirely new aesthetic...but more of that later!

'''Full On Red''' - Neck-to-toe red is undoubtedly the biggest color take-away from this season. Whether you opt in with a gown or coat, or simply a tunic or shirt, there's no holding back with this one. Just make sure your accessories are relatively neutral to avoid overkill.

'''Basic Brown ... yellow and gold''' - The old adage about brown being a boring option is no more as it's officially the chicest color of the new season.
{|{{prettytable}} style="width: 20%; float:right; margin-left: 10px; text-align: center; background-color: indigo;”
|"''Wispy winds and tumbling leaves, cypress scents within the breeze, starry eves and harvest moon, sets the stage for crickets' tune.''"
|-
|}
Whether it's a single piece with touches of yellow and gold or your own concocted take via layering, you can't go far wrong. It's a good idea to stick to just one or two shades - as opposed to a mix of tones - to avoid things looking like a muddy mess.

'''Back to Black''' - Fans of the pared-back black look should rejoice this season, as there's little considered more on trend than a head-to-toe midnight look. Aim for liquid-like sheens of silk and satin or even glossy leather to add layers of texture.

'''Powerful Purple''' - Purple is often overlooked as a power-color, but the latest trend in court made a convincing case for its merits. Rarely seen as a standalone, purple tends to be seen in layers of tonal outfits or complimentary gown and heels.
{|{{prettytable}} style="width: 20%; float:right; margin-left: 10px; text-align: center; background-color: orange;”
|"''As spiders spin their tapestry, and crickets sing in symphony, their final song of destiny, it's clear for all the world to see, Autumn's vibrant majesty!''"
|-
|}
'''Strong Blues''' - Undoubtedly set to dominate this season are strong shades of blue injected with statement silver pieces. Pair it with a stripped back color palette - think whites, greys or blacks - to avoid it veering towards tastelessness.

'''Clashing Sunset''' – Pink and orange are big news this season. These shades, reminiscent of the very best sunsets, look just as great in segmentalized sections - via block color separates - as they do woven throughout via clashing pattern work. Keep it cute and avoid messy aesthetic punctuation marks by ensuring any accessories are in on the clashing action too.

==Off the Shelf: Sugar and Spice==
''...and all things slithery.''

The Style Team at Elanthian Vogue have been busy putting together a collection of outfits for those with limited resources. As in previous editions, all the items selected were purchased from established outlets and feature the fall trend of sugar and spice with touches of indigo as a nod towards the anguillid aesthetic of Caligos Isle.

<pre{{log2}}><div style="text-align: center;">'''SUGAR'''

She is wearing an ivory-tailed blushed copper fox pendant, a gold leather corset draped with graduated chains at each hip over an off-the-shoulder cream silk blouse, a short dark leather skirt, and some tall brass-buckled brown suede boots.

Add a smudge from a slim burgundy cream-filled vial for glossy burgundy full lips. Alternatively, switch out the skirt with a pair of brass-fastened crimson wool breeches and add a dab from a speckled black glass bottle for a faint scent of peppercorns and sweet herbs.

He is wearing a silk-lined caramel velvet cape, an open-necked chamomile silk tunic, a honey amber wasp-carved band, a wide leather belt, some tailored caramel silk pants, and some side-laced amber leather sandals.

Add a dab from a slender sky blue bottle for a faint scent of sandalwood and currents of vanilla.

She is wearing a tailored combed wool tunic colored in shades of indigo and lapis blue, some slim-cut black linen pants, and some silk-laced indigo suede boots.

Add a sweep of a gilt-handed indigo kohl stick for beautifully indigo-outlined eyes or a dab from a slender midnight blue bottle for a faint scent of clove and anise, muted by notes of cinnamon and vanilla.
</div></pre>

<pre{{log2}}><div style="text-align: center;">'''SPICE'''

He is wearing a dark coffee-hued suede cape, a flowing white sailcloth tunic with oval-shaped ironwood toggles, a pair of undyed doeskin pants with leather ties, and a pair of wide-cuffed chestnut leather boots.

Add a dab from a thin clear glass bottle for a faint scent of bay leaves and spiced rum. Alternatively, a smudge from a brushed silver case painted with pale sard hues will lend a pale sard blush to the prettiest cheeks for a more feminine look.

He is wearing a russet silk and linen ataniki simply cut with a left-bound front opening, a fitted white linen shirt with unbuttoned sleeves, some slim-cut black linen pants, and some rush-soled walnut leather yatane.

Add a dab from a short and squat amber bottle for a faint scent of sandalwood and amber, with underlying notes of clove. Alternatively, switch out the shirt for a pleated white silk blouse and throw on a fireleaf bangle ringed with embossed orange and red leaves. Fireleaf red lips are the final touch from a glaesine crock sheened in fireleaf red hue.

She is wearing an earring of knotted bronze and copper, a mahogany dupioni silk corset over a pleated white silk blouse, some wrist-buckled mahogany leather gloves, some side-laced dark caramel brocade leggings, and a pair of dark suede boots.

A dab from a faceted crimson bottle adds a faint scent of cinnamon, accented with a touch of nutmeg, cloves, and orange zest.
</div></pre>

All of these items can be found in the following boutiques:

[[Elaraeyn's Boutique]], [[Dari's Clothiers]] and a [[Narrow dark walnut cart|specialised cart]] in Wehnimer's Landing 
[[Flashfeet's Fine Fashions]] in Icemule Trace 
[[Caelyna's Boutique]] and [[Belt Booth]] in Solhaven 
[[Marienna's Market]] in Kharam Dzu 
[[A Twist of Roses]] in Ta'Illistim and [[Piaere's Boutique]] in Cysaegir 
[[Sylvarraend Clothiers]] and the [[Ta'Vaalor Women's Clothier]] in Ta'Vaalor 
[[Island Boutique]] and the [[Crystal Lotus]] in Mist Harbor

==Head Over Eels==
Eels were once a staple dish for the early Frontier dwellers, being a readily available source of food from the Locksmehr River. Now those looking to be on-trend this season will be scrabbling to wear them in various forms, especially after last month's Elanthian Vogue featuring exotic fashion.

There is nothing fishy about eel skin, it is delicate with a subtle reflective quality and takes colors beautifully and naturally. The designers and traders of Caligos Isle have catered for those who are keen to follow this latest trend with the ingeniously chic way they have used the skin of the slithery inhabitants. This year's festival features a sleek collection of silky blacks and shimmering indigos inspired by the Isle's indigenous creatures and its silvery mists. Whatever your personal feelings about eels – delicious to eat or squeamish to observe – they lend themselves to some very extravagant fashion pieces.

For the conservative fashion followers among you who wish to give a nod towards the exotic without fully "embracing the eel", try adding a single piece to a conventional autumn wardrobe. Head over to [[EGShop:So Eely in the Morning|So Eely in the Morning]] for your one-stop anguillid accessory needs: from gloves and belts to statement boots, they have you covered. Samples include some onyx talon-tipped rippled black eel skin gloves, a wide belt of medallion-impressed eel skin, a pair of turquoise-splashed alabaster eel skin thigh-boots, and some vibrant orchid eel skin ankle-boots lined with silk. Check out their full range for yourself!

As well as scouring the town boutiques for staple items, the Style Team have compiled a selection of their favorite festival items that should see you through to the New Year. When putting together an outfit, remember the eight seasonal color trends and, for a finishing touch, consider taking inspiration from the animal kingdom in some way or another.

A change of hairstyle is always a good place to start when trying out a new look. If you're not brave enough to cut your precious locks, why not opt for a wig. Aboard the Damsel of the Deep is an airy cabin shop called [[EGShop:Wigged Out|Wigged Out]] with expertly crafted wigs on display.

When worn, an auburn wig will give you an elbow length style of brilliant dark auburn hair swept with vibrant hints of copper and gold. Similarly, a bronze wig will transform your appearance with mid length, tousled rich bronze hair tied back with an austere oak band. Alternatively, should you wish to consider an edgier style, try an almond-hued wig for a shorter style of cropped almond-hued hair randomly strewn with pallid gold streaks. Just remember to pick up some wig powder to soothe any discomfort or itching.

Looking for a classic gown or two, then head over to the boutique next door for this year's collection of [[EGShop:Made to Measure|Made to Measure]] metallics. A ginger camlet bliaut patterned with rose gold maple leaves or a backless russet damask gown trellised with bronze plaiting is the perfect addition to any elegant fall wardrobe. Treat yourself to some matching accessories while you're at it. Popular among those in higher social circles, especially the [[Nalfein]] Elves, a wrist-worn [[Vanne fan]] is a must for any formal event and one made from delicate lacebark and copper or finely pleated crimson faille would be ideal. Add a touch of bold color to your [[Nail polish|nails]] for that perfect finishing touch. Pick from an opalescent indigo glass bottle, a smoky plum glass bottle, or a gold-suffused glass bottle ... or all three.

Fashion-forward men needn't miss out either. On the Eastern Slope of the Isle is an ebonwood building called [[EGShop:Wrap Yourself|Wrap Yourself]] housing the latest collection from the designer [[Yansio]]. Known for his exceptional tailoring, this year is no different. Slip an umber damask vest embellished with onyx beading over a pristine long-sleeved cream linen shirt. Add some crisply pleated raven black trousers and a pair of laced black leather shoes with narrow toes and you're good to go.

Whilst in the vicinity, it is worth stopping by the nearby tent housing the [[Of the Faith Collection]]. An ankle-length lamb's wool robe dyed in autumn hues would make the perfect addition to any autumn-winter wardrobe.

Looking for something similar to ward off a chill? Secreted in a stone enclosure on the Talus Slope are a selection of cleverly tailored garments in a range of fall colors. A conservatively cut indigo linen greatcloak or a generously cut sable-lined crimson cloak make the ideal [[Climate wear]].

Every outfit needs accessories and this year's festival offers an abundance of options. Long standing readers of Elanthian Vogue will recognise the name [[Veola]] and her masterful creations once again grace the showroom of [[EGShop:A Head Above Water|A Head Above Water]]. We suggest picking up a flat charcoal tweed cap trimmed in dark leather or a burnished copper-netted caul trailing thin braided chains to adorn your stylish locks for any occasion. Should you be fortunate enough to have a merchant offer to adapt your Veola, you may wish to refer to one of our earlier [[Elanthian Vogue: Jastatos 5118 EXTRA!|EXTRA]]s for hints and tips on how to achieve the look you're after.

Some of the statement jewelry pieces that caught our eye include an enameled cheetah-shaped earring from [[EGShop:Savor Your Magic|Savor Your Magic]], a slim copper-looped bracelet of polished sugar maple tiles from [[EGShop:Flotsam Frills|Flotsam Frills]], a laje and bronze lion figure from [[EGShop:What Suits Zoo|What Suits Zoo]], and a jewel-sheened bronze talon ring from [[EGShop:By Hook or by Crook|By Hook or By Crook]].

This year sees the return of [[Fancy Coat]]s and the premiere of [[Peaky Wear]], two collections that should be an integral part of any trend-setter's wardrobe. Stop by [[EGShop:Whimsical Wares|Whimsical Wares]] and [[EGShop:Rakish Raven|Rakish Raven]] in the Northern Passage for a versatile weathered dark buckskin jacket that goes with practically everything and a mustard satin shirt with long suede-banded sleeves or a striped silk vest dyed a muted belladonna purple; both guaranteed to turn heads.

No outfit is complete without a belt. [[EGShop:Fashionably Belted|Fashionably Belted]] has you covered with a wide range of animal skin options. I challenge you not to buy one of each! And we just couldn’t resist the new range of make up available in the Parlour of [[EGShop:Draped in Death|Draped in Death]]. A metallic sweep of copper and bronze blended across the eyelids in a seamless gradient just screams Fall 5120.

==Vogue Gallery==
Last but not least, we end this edition with the Jastatos Vogue Gallery 5119 winner. Put "on the spot" in the [[Elanthian Vogue: Ivastaen 5119 | Ivastaen edition]] last year, it gives us great pleasure to feature Nuadjha kis'Anthri in the Elanthian Vogue Gallery.

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'''Jastatos'''
'''Captain of the Falcon Nuadjha kis'Anthri'''
Bold strokes of blue and white paint form gradients of pulsing luminescence as they sweep diagonally across the page. In marked contrast to the ethereal backdrop, the central focus of the image is a sharply drawn brass and gold-rimmed pedestal on which sits a solid silver orb. Looming over this orb is a tall half-sylvan with fox-like features framed in tousled russet hair, the precise application of amber and red at its tips lending the subject an energetic aura. With a tilt of his pointed chin, his expression is one of intense concentration as he studies the apparatus before him.
''Portrait as featured in the 5119 Vogue Gallery''
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[[Category: Fashion]][[Category:Player-Created Content]]

A Difficult Journey (short story)

2018-07-20T14:21:03Z

CHIVERST: /* Duty */

{{essay|title='''A Difficult Journey''' |author=[[Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l]]}}

First published on the 3rd day of Imaerasta in the year 5117

During an audience with the [[Argent Mirror]] in [[Koaratos]] 5117, Rohese was tasked with seeing if [[Ta'Illistim]] should consider extending further aid to those displaced in the west. This followed the [[Swan Song]] storyline based out of [[Solhaven]] in the wake of the destruction of [[Talador]] at the end of the [[Eyes of the Dawn]] storyline.

===Departure===
Rohese turned the iron key in [[Lily Manor]]'s front door and gave it a gentle tug to check it was locked. She dropped the key into the pocket of her pelisse and glanced around to ensure she was alone.

The birds were in full song, filling the courtyard with their melodic trills and heralding the start of a new day. The sun was just breaking over the horizon and she turned to watch its golden glow seep across the sky. She welcomed its warmth on her pale face. It had been a stressful few weeks and sleep had eluded her recently. The dark circles beneath her eyes were testament to how tired she felt. She had foregone rest again that night in order to write several letters, which now sat on her desk awaiting collection and despatch by her chambermaid.

With a deep breath, she firmed her resolve; the fresh morning air had invigorated her a little. ''The Mirror had asked this of her and she would not fail her sovereign''. Pulling her hood up to conceal her face - she would rather not be noticed and distracted from the task in hand - she made her way out of the gate and onto the road leading through the wooded Lower Trollfang. Following the course of the [[Locksmehr River]] and the high exterior walls of [[Wehnimer's Landing]], she slipped through the West Gate with a cursory nod to the sleepy guard and into the early morning bustle on the streets.

Reaching the southeast corner of the Town Square, she was relieved to see that a wagon was already waiting and she boarded it quickly. Apart from a couple of bruises, the journey to [[Bloodriven Village]] was without incident and she stepped out onto the muddy riverbank with the sun now high in the sky.

Lifting her skirts to avoid trailing them in the mud, she made her way carefully up and through the black iron gate. She weaved her way through the mid-morning crowds in Lyswe Court and past the buildings lining the cobbled streets. She was more determined than ever to escape notice today so she headed directly to her goal on Gloam Pike. The slipshod building was difficult to miss, it being painted in garish colours, and Rohese glanced warily around her before she entered.

A few minutes later, having acquired her purchase, she hung it around her neck and, with a nervous push, she activated it. It took all of her willpower not to scream out loud as the tiny hollow needles stabbed into her, suffusing her body with their noxious elixir. The pain was almost unbearable but it was soon over and she cautiously peered into her mirror.

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You see Lady [[Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l]] the Gentlewoman. 
She appears to be a Human from [[Kingdom of Hendor | Hendor]]. 
She is taller than average with a slender willowy form. She appears to be youthful. She has silver-lashed misty grey eyes and silky smooth, fair skin. She has lustrous, hip-length pale silver hair neatly collected within an umber alum-beaded snood. She has naturally glossy, rose-pink tinted lips. Peeking through her hair are dainty upswept ears tapering to fine points which enhance her fey-like countenance. 
She has an inking of a faint star constellation on her neck, and a cascade of tiny silver stars tattooed over her right eyebrow that fades into her hairline. 
She is in good shape. 
She is holding a silver-backed mirror etched with orbital moons in her right hand. 
She is wearing a metalworked withered tree talisman, a sleeveless pelisse of dove grey chamois collared in soft rabbit fur, a platinum wedding ring, a tall-collared onyx velvet bliaut with fur-lined hanging sleeves, and some tall cognac leather boots with perforated suede panels. 
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She was very aware that she was venturing into a troubled area of the Empire and was keen to avoid any issues. Despite recent developments, there were still those that upheld [[Chaston's Edict]] and wished ill on her kind. ''I will have to keep my hood up to avoid anyone seeing my ears but this illusion should help.''

Melting into the crowd, she made her way back down to the riverbank and the half-circle of wagons waiting there. ''Now to find a wagon to take me south''.

===Determination===
The wagon came to a halt in a sun-dappled clearing and the wagoner helped Rohese down. She was stiff from having spent the entire journey squashed between a rather stout, gruff-looking dwarf and a stack of awkwardly shaped crates filled with live poultry. She welcomed the chance to stretch her legs and breathe freely.

This was the first camp she had encountered. It was only a few hours ride from [[Bloodriven Village]] and was fairly small. It appeared to be a recent addition to the wooded area with only twenty or so tents erected around a crudely built, squat wooden building and a couple of fishing boats tied up at a makeshift dock on the nearby riverbank.

It was late afternoon and Rohese didn’t relish the prospect of another uncomfortable journey that day so she made her way over to the building to make enquiries about a place to sleep.

The timber-framed structure was simple in construction having only two storeys and a couple of partitioned rooms. It seemed to serve as a communal hall and inn of sorts. Rohese was pleasantly surprised at the comforts it afforded though; her room was basic but clean and the meal of freshly caught fish served that evening was delicious. She spent a pleasant hour conversing with some of the tent dwellers and learned that they were effectively the overspill from a much larger camp further along the river. They had decided to venture north and set up a quieter community of their own.

The stories they told of their loss were heartbreaking but Rohese’s spirits were uplifted a little by their optimism and desire to make the best of their circumstances. She listened to them share their recollection of the events that had unfolded in [[Talador]]: how they were forced to leave their homes with nothing but the clothes on their backs during the conflict and the countless thousands that had died in the blast that destroyed the Barony.

Some recounted the difficulties of the cold winter months they had endured in the early settlements with little to eat until the supply wagons started to arrive. Others spoke of the kindness they had personally received from the Lady [[Kasendra Chandrennin]]. They were keen to add that their dearest wish was to return home, even if that meant starting all over again in the Bleaklands. Rohese felt powerless to help them; all she could do was reassure them that, one day, it might be possible.

She cried herself to sleep that night but at least she slept; exhaustion had finally caught up with her.

The following morning, she reluctantly boarded the wagon again, this time accompanied by a mother and her two young children. The forlorn looking woman had spent the last six months travelling from camp to camp in the hope that her soldier husband had somehow escaped the atrocities and made his way to safety. As they made their way along the [[Locksmehr River]] trail, Rohese took the elder child and sat him in her lap whilst the mother nursed the baby. ''At last, something practical that I can do to help''.

===Decision===
It hadn’t stopped raining for three days but Rohese was relieved to see that it had at least reduced to a drizzle when she awoke that morning. Somewhat refreshed from her sleep and with her features still masked beneath the illusion, she ventured outside into the crowded camp.

There was a definite autumnal feeling in the air with the smell of loam and wood smoke filling her nostrils. The rain had made the ground muddy and treacherous underfoot but she picked her way carefully around the worst of the puddles and wheel ruts.

Lately she had been struck by the contrast of her time in the refugee camps and the glamour of recent weeks. [[Elanthian Fashion Week | Fashion Week]] had been a wonderful interlude but there was no escaping the harsh realities of life outside of cocktail parties and elegant balls. This brief sojourn into the imperial wilderness was a stark reminder that there was no place for silk gowns here.

At first glance the encampment seemed to be a bleak and dreary place but as the sun finally broke through the clouds and hoods were removed, Rohese could see the genuine smiles on people’s faces as they went about their business. The sound of nearby laughter caught her attention and she stepped aside just in time to see a gaggle of geese cross her path, honking and hinking as they tried to elude their keeper.

Her momentary pause was all the more fortuitous because just as Rohese was about to turn away, she overheard a snippet of conversation in which a familiar name was mentioned.

“See that they reach Puptilian, he has been waiting for these supplies.” Two guards walked past, paying no attention to Rohese standing in the doorway. “There’s another shipment on its way from the Free Port but the recent bad weather has delayed it.”

Rohese’s hand instinctively went to the talisman around her neck. She felt her illusion falter for a moment but with a gentle tug, it settled back into its genteel human countenance. Wrapping the fingers of her other hand around the soft leather pouch in her pocket, she smiled. ''Puptilian would understand why I need to do this.''

The guards continued their conversation as they headed towards the nearby watch tower. Once they were out of earshot, Rohese stepped into the Keep and up the narrow staircase to a small chamber on the first floor. She was due to meet with the [[Talador#Green_Sisters | Green Sisters]] and finalise arrangements for her journey into the Bleaklands.

===Despair===
The landscape had changed markedly in the last hour. The air was no longer filled with the sound of birdsong or the whisper of wind through the trees. A gloomy silence now hung around them, along with the lingering smell of acrid smoke.

Earlier that morning, Rohese had passed fields filled with crops ready for harvesting and orchards of trees laden with fruit ripe for picking. Her spirits had been lifted by a feeling of hope for the future. But this? This was too much to bear: a wasteland as far as the eye could see. An occasional breeze stirred the dust covering the scorched black earth, causing eddies of choking grey ash to rise and fall around them.

Kasendra’s encampment felt like a lifetime away from the devastation now laid out before her. The thousands of displaced people who had fled the horror had found refuge in the many camps scattered throughout the war-ravaged provinces east of Vornavis. They had made a start on rebuilding their lives but [[Talador]] was still their home. With the help of the [[Talador#Green Sisters | Green Sisters]], perhaps it would one day be possible to return but, faced with this reality, it seemed like a distant dream.

One of the Sisters reached over and gently squeezed Rohese’s hand. Her eyes spoke volumes and it alleviated Rohese’s despair a little. Despite her youth, the young girl that had befriended Rohese back in the camp was both kind and astute. They had talked a lot over the last couple of days and Rohese had confided in her about her true identity. Her name was Tyrie and she had spent the last six months travelling back and forth between the camps and the Bleaklands, in an attempt to restore some life to the once lush Barony. [[Talador]] had been her childhood home and, despite her perpetual smile, it was clear that she was still moved by the events of last year.

The wagon eventually came to a halt at the bottom of a shallow valley just as drops of rain started to fall from the dark clouds overhead. Remnants of an ancient oak wood were visible through the undulating piles of ash with skeletal arm-like boughs of fallen trees reaching upwards. A sepulchral silence pervaded the area where the trees no longer stood. Nothing stirred, nothing sang, and nothing shone.

Rohese climbed down and joined the Sisters as they began to clear an area of ground. They worked steadily for a few hours to lift away the debris, not letting the sporadic rain showers hinder their progress. Beneath a pile of charred and broken wood, they found a small patch of sickly yellow grass. Turning their attention to the only sign of life in that whole area, they tended it with water and herbal nutrients. Rohese knew this was the spot she had been looking for.

Taking care not to damage the grass, she knelt on the ground and reached inside her pelisse for the soft leather pouch. She loosened the drawstring to reveal a handful of wrinkled brown acorns. Prior to embarking on this journey, Rohese had made a point of collecting acorns from both the [[House Sylvanfair | Sylvanfair]] tree in [[Wehnimer's Landing]] and the Oak Grove surrounding the [[Ta'Illistim]] Manse. It seemed only fitting to plant them here.

Bringing them to her lips, she reverently kissed each in turn before gently pushing them into the damp, grassy earth. Sister Tyrie joined her and together they said a prayer over the planted seeds. A single tear tracked down Rohese’s dirt-smudged cheek and landed on the hallowed ground. The clouds parted for the first time that day and a pale yellow sun could be seen hanging low in the sky. ''Perhaps [[Lumnis]] and [[Imaera]] had heard their prayer and would bless this ground with a new woodland in the years to come.''

Tyrie and Rohese rose to their feet and wordlessly hugged each other. Tyrie was still smiling and it was Rohese’s turn to do the same.

===Dawning===
Dawn had always been her favourite time of day; it heralded new beginnings. Rohese sat on the grassy hillside to watch the sun rise and allowed her thoughts to wander. The golden wash of sunshine broke over the misty horizon and flooded the meadow below with its nourishing warmth. As the burgeoning light crept towards her, she felt refreshed and invigorated. ''I wonder what joys and sorrows today has in store for me?''

Rising to her feet, Rohese straightened her gown. She barely noticed the creases, grass stains, and damp patches anymore. A couple of weeks ago, she would have been horrified at the thought of such shabby attire but it didn’t seem to matter somehow. With a beatific smile, she walked back into the encampment and acknowledged the kind greeting of the gate guards. She had become a familiar face now and, whilst she still missed home, she no longer felt bereft of friends.

She hadn't taken more than a dozen steps through the gate when she was met by a courier. Handing over a folded sheet of matte black paper, he darted away to make another delivery. Rohese opened the letter and wrinkled her nose as a faint scent of manure wafted up from its surface.

Holding the offending sheet as far away from her nose as possible, she quickly scanned the neat lines of text and smiled to herself. Heartfire had clearly found someone to read her letter and duly scribe a response for him. Naamit had cleverly squeezed his rather long dictated reply into every available space and had even managed to capture his little endearing nuances. ''Pick up some kitten pie from the [[Pie Shop]], indeed''.

Just as she folded the letter and tucked it into her pocket, she felt a gentle tug at her skirts and looked down into a pair of familiar brown eyes. It was the little boy she had held on her lap during the initial wagon journey to the camp. A grubby hand reached up to take hers and led her over to a nearby cluster of tents. Following the child with amused curiosity, she discovered his mother seated on a low stool, in the process of milking a goat. Standing next to her was a dark-complected man with the same brown eyes and a baby in his arms.

“Da-da!” The little boy beamed brightly at Rohese, and pointed towards the man who chuckled and nodded. “Yes, son, “I’m your da-da,” he replied, ruffling the little boy’s hair.

Rohese was invited to break bread with the family but politely declined. Despite everything she had experienced lately, she still kept to her daytime fasting regime. She did, however, accept a cup of the freshly drawn goat’s milk and sat with them whilst they joyfully recounted the story of their long-awaited reunion.

Amid all of the joviality, however, Rohese noticed that the little boy kept tugging roughly at the slightly pointed tip of his ear. Pulling him into her lap, she asked him why he was deliberately hurting himself. As the tears welled up in the little boy’s eyes, his father pushed back his black hair, tucking it behind a sharply pointed ear, and Rohese understood.

“Are you teased because of your ears?” she gently asked the little boy, who nodded and tugged angrily at them once more.

“Shall I let you into a secret?” she whispered quietly to him and he nodded again.

Rohese pulled at her talisman, causing the illusion around her to drop, and pushed back the hood of her pelisse to reveal the fine points of her own ears peeking through her pale silver hair. The little boys eyes widened and he reached up to touch them. Flinging his arms around her neck, he kissed her cheek and, with a wide grin, he squirmed out of her lap to join a group of boys who were chasing a plump of ducks. Both parents simply smiled at her and poured more milk into her cup. This humble gesture was enough to reassure Rohese that, no matter what, she was welcome amongst them.

Sipping her milk, she watched the merriment of the children at play and thought about Heartfire having to seek help to read and write. It suddenly dawned on her. Now she knew how she could make a difference. The children were the future and the one thing she understood, more than anything else, was the importance of education; as did her beloved [[Argent Mirror]]. She was suddenly excited about all of the opportunities that were now before her. She had so many ideas tumbling around in her head about how she could take this forward. It would be asking a lot of people at home but she had faith in their desire to help too. ''Today was a joyous day.''

===Daughter===
The light sound of knocking at the door broke Rohese’s meditation. She rose to her feet to open it and was greeted by Tyrie who was smiling widely even as she apologised profusely for having disturbed her.

“Come with me! There’s someone I’d like you to meet,” she announced, leading Rohese eagerly down the narrow stairs.

Wending their way past the clusters of tents, wagons, and animal pens, Tyrie guided her towards a large cream pavilion on the outskirts of the encampment and ducked through the flap.

Despite it being mid-morning, the interior was illuminated by an array of beeswax candles and the air carried the scent of honey and chamomile. Rohese breathed deeply of the familiar aroma and immediately felt calmed; it reminded her of the [[Library Aies]] back in [[Ta'Illistim]] with its dimly-lit hallways and beeswax polished wood panelling.

Standing at a nearby table, with her back to them both, was a strikingly tall woman dressed in a hooded cloak of vibrantly coloured feathers. Hearing Tyrie and Rohese enter, she turned and walked towards them. Taking both of Rohese’s hands in her own, she bent to rest her forehead on them by way of a greeting.

“I am so pleased to meet you,” she remarked quietly, pushing her hood back to reveal a shock of white hair cut close to her head. “Tyrie has told me so much about you.” The lower portion of her face was concealed by a swathe of white silk but her blue eyes reflected a warm smile and a friendly disposition.

Rohese was rather taken aback but Tyrie was quick to explain that Inula was one of the [[Orders of the Turamzzyrian_Empire#The Daughters of Lumnis | Daughters of Lumnis]]. On hearing about Rohese and her plans, she had requested to meet with her.

“You two have a lot to talk about, I’m sure!” Tyrie declared, kissing both women on the cheek and disappearing back through the flap. Inula laughed lightly and gestured to Rohese to sit.

It was dusk by the time Tyrie returned to find the two women still engaged in conversation and surrounded by a pile of open books and empty teacups.

“I’ve arranged for the wagon to take you to [[Vornavis]] in the morning, as requested,” Tyrie said to Rohese, who rose to her feet and nodded in appreciation.

With no word of explanation, Inula offered Rohese a length of airy white silk, similar to her own, and pressed it affectionately into her hands. Rohese closed her eyes for a moment and, making a silent vow to Lumnis, she fixed the veil across the lower part of her face. ''It was time to get to work. It was time to go home''.

===Devotion===
Rohese stepped through the door of the [[Lumnis]]’ Temple and into the comforting glow of the sconces lining the walls of the Hall of Light. Breathing a sigh of relief, she pushed back her hood and removed the white silk veil from her face. Her measured footfall was muffled by the plush woven rugs covering the marble floor as she made her way purposefully towards the gilded spiral staircase and ascended it.

Continuing past the Pool of Thought, Rohese avoided the temptation to admire the artistry of the ceiling and entered the rotunda at the far end. The Sanctuary of the Journey was one of the most beautiful chambers in the Temple so this time she allowed herself a moment to pause and appreciate the frieze on the entablature overhead. It depicted a journey of trials, sorrows and victories; all the more poignant since her own recent difficult journey.

As well as the impressive architectural sculptures, the chamber also housed a stone altar. Rohese slowly climbed the blue marble steps, mouthing a prayer of blessing for the displaced people of [[Talador]] with each footstep. Reaching the Altar of Illumination, she lit a pale ivory chamomile candle and placed it reverently among the votives. The flame flickered slightly on a small draft but steadied to illuminate the shadows with its soft golden glow. To the side, a shallow granite bowl, filled with smoldering sandalwood embers, emitted curling tendrils of perfumed smoke into the air.

Rohese inhaled deeply and felt at peace for the first time in weeks. The combination of a good night’s sleep in her Ebondrift marital bed and the bracing sea air of the Free Port had helped but, most of all, she was just happy to be back in the hallowed halls of her Lady’s Temple.

''Help me to walk in your light and live my life with wisdom and understanding''. With a final benediction, Rohese clasped her hands in a reverent gesture and headed back down the stairs. Stepping into the [[Solhaven]] sunlight, she fixed the white silk veil back across her mouth and began the last stage of her journey; the one that would finally take her home to [[Ta'Illistim]].

===Deliberation===
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Inside a stiff white envelope are two sheets of faintly watermarked vellum, each bearing the Bayvel family crest.

Lord Aeriadrn Ghaeriden Illistim
Office of the Seneschal
[[Ta'Illistim]] Keep
25th day of Imaerasta, in the year 5117

Seneschal,

I was charged by our illustrious [[Argent Mirror]] to look into the possibility of extending further aid to those still displaced in the west. I have therefore spent the last few weeks visiting encampments and trading posts established around the northern regions of the [[Turamzzyrian Empire]].

I took the opportunity to live among the camp communities and spoke with members of the religious organizations endeavoring to restore life to the former Barony of [[Talador]]. I am relieved to report that, due to the generosity of many benefactors and fortitude of the refugees, most of their needs are being met. Preparations are well underway for the winter: supplies continue to be forthcoming from the imperial provinces and this year’s harvest looks to be bountiful.

I also visited the haunting wasteland, referred to as the Bleaklands, and witnessed for myself the devastation unleashed upon the territory. Words cannot begin to explain what I saw but work is underway to heal the land; optimism prevails and I believe it will endure.

Whilst I do not deem further aid in terms of provisions to be necessary at this time, I do have a proposal for the Council of Thrones to consider. It is my belief that the children are the ones who suffer most from the deeds of their ancestors; they are the future of the Empire and one thing they are lacking at the moment, because of their displacement, is a structured education. It is through education that we can hopefully prevent a repeat of this regretful situation.

With the Argent Mirror’s permission, I would like to propose a collaborative effort whereby we ask the Shining City’s citizens and residents to assist us in gathering appropriate supplies (books, writing materials, scientific instruments, maps etc.) and possibly even the necessary scholars and teachers. I would also suggest that, due to their proximity, we reach out to the Head teachers of both the Landing’s [[Wellington Home]] and [[Solhaven]]’s Triton Day School to assist us with the provision of these resources. I willingly offer my services to the Council in that regard.

I await the Mirror’s deliberation and have the honor to be her most humble and obedient servant.

High Lady Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l
Scrivener of [[Ta'Illistim]] and Patron of the Displaced
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Pulling her brush through her pale silver hair one last time, Rohese turned her attention to the outfit laid out on her bed. Her chambermaid had chosen a rather ostentatious gown, which might have been appropriate under different circumstances but today was not about making an impression; it was about making a difference.

The discussions over tea with the [[Argent Mirror]] this morning had the potential to change a lot of young lives. Her thoughts turned a little melancholy as she was reminded yet again of her inability to have children of her own but it made her all the more determined to see that others were cared for.

Returning the gown to the linen press, Rohese pulled out a plain white cotehardie and a modest surcote. ''Something less glamorous, I think''. Once dressed, she deftly gathered her hair into a loose top knot, skewering it with a pair of pearl-tipped driftwood hairsticks to keep it tidy, and draped a silk veil across her face. She had become accustomed to wearing the veil and smiled beneath it as she was reminded of her meeting last month with the Daughters of [[Lumnis]].

Stepping into the Solar, she picked up her journal from the desk but paused for a moment. ''No. It must come from the heart today and not my notes''. She replaced the journal and picked up the envelope containing several promissory notes instead. The generosity of the Vaalorian people had moved her. Lady Nihrvanah had worked tirelessly over the last few weeks to raise awareness in the fortress. Rohese would see that the funds raised during the [[Autumnal Glory Festival]], along with the personal donation of Mayor [[Cruxophim]], were forwarded the Loremasters to aid in their efforts. Word had also reached Rohese that educational resources were already being boxed and shipped west, which pleased her enormously.

She made her way downstairs to see a pile of book-filled boxes stacked by the door – along with a selection of rather dubious looking pies.

“I see Heartfire stopped by in the night,” she remarked to the maid clearing out the fireplace who simply laughed and nodded.

Rohese stepped outside into the autumn sunlight and breathed in the crisp clean air. With a final glance over her outfit, she headed out of the manse gate and made her way towards the [[Ta'Illistim]] Keep. ''Our work is just beginning''.

====Roundtable Discussions====
With a second winter looming, Rohese’s thoughts had turned once more to the northern Baronies of the [[Turamzzyrian Empire]] and the refugee encampments she had recently visited. Despite the reassurances of the camp leaders that their basic needs were being met, she was concerned about the continuity of much-needed supply runs during the coldest months. Once the snows came, there was no guarantee that the wagons could get even through.

Yesterday's round table discussion with the [[Argent Mirror]] and many other concerned parties had settled her mind somewhat. The [[Council of Thrones]] had finally agreed it was time to extend significant aid to the west. It was long overdue, in Rohese's opinion, but she also understood about the complexity of court politics, especially where the Empire was involved.

[[Myasara Illistim|Myasara]]'s determination to be the advocate for change was encouraging but it was likely to cause ripples of dissent throughout the Nations. Her declaration about reaching out to the rulers of all the elven noble houses with a view to engaging with the Emperor was radical but necessary if a concerted effort was to be made to bring relief and support to the displaced.

Rohese ran through the salient points of the meeting in her mind to try and prioritise them. It was more important than ever now to ensure everything was being done as expeditiously as possible.

* At the [[Argent Mirror]]'s request, she had agreed to serve as ambassador and lead a small party of representatives to meet with the Baron [[Dunrith Malwind]]. She had managed to convince her good friend Siierra to accompany her as her knowledge of herbal lore would be vital; not to mention her possible connection with the [[Talador#Green_Sisters | Green Sisters]] and their work in the [[Talador]] Bleaklands. Renowned for her steadfast demeanor and professionalism, Esana, High Priestess of House [[Vaalor]], had been persuaded to join them. In addition, Maiden Tyrrah had also offered to come along. Her experience with the [[Wellington Home]] orphans would be invaluable.
* The [[Argent Mirror]] would write to the Baron to inform him of her plans and set up the meeting.
* As a matter of courtesy and diplomacy, the Lady Riend had offered to write to members of both the [[Order of the Azure Sun]] and [[Order of the Silver Gryphon]] to keep them abreast of the situation and to serve as a formal introduction of the [[Argent Mirror]]'s representatives. Both Sir Bristenn and Sir Cryheart would make ideal advocates in the Imperial Court and Rohese looked forward to renewing their acquaintance.
* As part of an extensive re-building programme, the [[Argent Mirror]] had instructed Commander [[Murstyr Javilerre]] of the [[Sapphire Guard]] to organize the gathering of timber from the surrounding woodlands and forests, as well as its shipment across the [[Dragonspine Mountains]]. In addition, stone was being collected and transported by the giant clans in the North. The Artificers were on standby.
* The crates in both Briarstone Court and Hanging Gardens would be regularly emptied to allow for the continued donation of education supplies such as books, quills, and scientific apparatus. Larger scale donation drives were to be considered as Archales was concerned about the possible overflow from the crates. Shipments would be sent as soon as agreements had been made with the Baron.
* Ceyrin had offered to renew his correspondence with the Right Honorable Her Ladyship Baroness Delphinuria Hochstib in the hope of smoothing any ruffled imperial feathers. He was also persuaded, albeit reluctantly, to accompany the ladies west.

Rohese sighed heavily and reached for her quill and parchment. There was much to do in preparation with the added distraction of both the [[Ta'Illistim Grand Arts Gala 2017|Ta'Illistim Art Gala]] this weekend and the [[Elanthian Conclave]] at the end of the month.

====Tensions in the Bayvel-Timsh’l Household====
"I’m not happy about this, Rohese." Sighisoara furrowed his brow and leaned back in his chair with a heavy sigh.

Seeing how upset she had become, he rose and took both of her hands in his. In an attempt to reason with her, he adopted a more conciliatory tone.

"I appreciate why you have agreed to lead the delegation but you must surely understand my concern? You know that I am at a crucial stage in my research and cannot leave [[Ta'Illistim]] to accompany you."

Rohese nodded and regarded him with deep affection.

"I have to do this. Even if the [[Argent Mirror]] hadn’t requested it of me, I would have gone on my own volition. If you’d only seen those encampments for yourself ... and the children ..."

Her voice caught and she averted her gaze to avoid him seeing the tears welling in her eyes. Sensing defeat, Sighisoara exhaled. Lifting her chin with his finger, he stared pointedly at her.

"I will let you go on one condition," he reluctantly conceded. "You must stay with Lady Esana Lartuen-Ilynov at all times and send regular letters to let me know you are safe. The slightest hint of any hostility from those imperials and I will insist you return home immediately."

Rohese was somewhat taken aback by the seriousness of his manner; he had never raised any objections to her philanthropic work in the past but his stance on this matter had put her on edge. ''Perhaps it was folly. Was she being naïve in believing they could make a difference?''

"I will instruct the staff to prepare the Ebondrift house for you." Sighisoara continued, turning to sit back at his desk. Rohese rested her hand on his arm.

"No need, my love. Do not trouble them as Hospitallier [[Dirra]] has already sent word that she has secured chambers in the [[Solhaven]] Inn for us all.” In an effort to appease him, she quickly added, “I think it would be safer if we stayed together and under the protection of the [[Order of the Azure Sun]]."

Leaning in close to him, she kissed him tenderly on the cheek.

"I promise to be mindful and do nothing to put myself or members of my party in danger.” She sighed wistfully. “I wish you could come with us but I do understand."

In an effort to lighten the mood, Rohese added casually, "I would like to purchase a new piece of art before I leave though." Wrinkling her nose, she inwardly breathed a sigh of relief as she saw a grin break across her husband’s face.

"Whatever you wish, pixie," he chuckled, kissing her in return and seating himself back at his desk.

Rohese's thoughts turned to other more frivolous matters while she had the chance. ''Now to decide what to wear to the art exhibition''!

====One Step Forward====
The window seat afforded a perfect view of the Manse courtyard and Glydemar Forest beyond. Rohese read Puptilian's letter again and gazed out of the window at the oak trees. The blaze of autumnal color had now faded to a muted palette of brown and yellow as the remaining leaves clung tenaciously to the spindly boughs of the trees. Fall was surrendering to winter’s gentle incursion in the [[Elven Nations]] and her thoughts drifted to the encampments across the mountains.

Puptilian’s plea reminded her of the difficult journey she had undertaken through the northern baronies of the [[Turamzzyrian Empire]] and the privations she had witnessed for herself. That was earlier in the year though and winter was not usually so forgiving in the west. Harsh snows and freezing temperatures were likely to cause difficulties with supply runs. If the rumors of unnatural fog at sea and the looming threat of war in [[Wehnimer's Landing]] were also true, it would be the refugees that would suffer the most.

Rohese sighed. ''One step forward, two steps back''. Plans for the diplomatic visit to the Barony of [[Vornavis]] were well underway and, while she understood the need for protocol, she was eager to make a start. ''They need our help now, more than ever''!

Lady Riend Ar'Fiernel had made contact with Sir Cryheart Thaxin and Sir Bristenn Mires to serve as advocates in the Imperial Court. Rohese had since received word from Hospitallier Dirra Crawfinn that suites had been reserved for the party in the [[Solhaven]] Inn. First Legionnaire Esana Lartuen-Ilynov Vaalor had gained the Crown’s approval to represent House [[Vaalor]] and duly undertaken to commission training weapons. Crates around [[Ta'Illistim]] were being filled with donations of educational resources and other supplies. Wood was being gathered from nearby sources to be shipped west as soon as possible.

Turning her attention back to Puptilian’s letter, Rohese pondered his request. ''I will see that this is raised at the next roundtable with the [[Argent Mirror]]. In the meantime, I will speak to Siierra, she will know what to do''.

Leaving the comfort of the cushioned seat, she rose to her feet and placed the letter on the growing pile to be answered. The household was stirring and there were other chores to be done first.

====Poetry is the Raising of Consciousness====
Rohese ran her finger lovingly across the collection of books stacked neatly on the high shelf. Some were so old that the flimsy spines and covers were scarcely able to contain their precious contents and the titles were faded beyond recognition. ''It's here somewhere, I know it is''. She paused and pulled out a slim doeskin-covered grimoire entitled "Green Witchcraft". Quickly scanning the beautifully illustrated pages within, she smiled to herself. ''This might be of interest to Siierra and Puptilian''. Slipping the book into her pocket, she resumed her search.

Climbing higher on the stepladder, she reached up to the topmost shelf and retrieved a small silk-wrapped bundle. She gazed fondly at the small volume nestled in the palm of her hand and carefully opened it. It was one of her most prized possessions but she knew it would probably help with their cause. Stepping down, she sat on a nearby chair and took a moment to peruse a few passages of the ancient elvish prose. Time had certainly taken its toll on the book; the pale silvery text filling the tissue-thin pages within was barely legible but she couldn’t fail to be moved by the poetry of one of her most beloved Illistimi sister-elves.

Grand-daughter of [[Linsandrych Illistim]], [[Adonethwen Illistim]] was fourth in the dynastic line of [[Argent Mirror]]s and the reason Rohese had joined the [[Order of Lorekeepers]]. She was renowned for her poetry; most notably the sestina. ''Surely the Baron would appreciate the significance of this gift and the message it conveys?''

Closing the book, Rohese rose to her feet and glanced about her. She would miss the tranquility of her library but she couldn’t delay her journey any longer. Baron [[Dunrith Malwind]] had been made aware of their coming and, with the new year on the horizon, it was time to get back to work.

A few hours later ...

Rohese tucked the books into the folds of a velvet gown and closed the lid of her small trunk. Securing the buckles, she called for her chambermaid and gave her some last-minute instructions. Then, donning her longcoat, she stepped outside into the chilly, early morning air and headed west.

===Diplomacy===
Rohese climbed down from the wagon and handed over the last few silvers in her pocket as a thank you. With her hood up, she weaved her way through the crowds in the North Market and slipped unnoticed into the [[Solhaven]] Inn. She was weary and muddy from travelling but determined to do a few things before she could allow herself the luxury of taking a bath.

Closing the door on her well-appointed chambers with a sigh of relief, she shrugged her way out of her cloak and hung it on a nearby hook, noting that it was in need of a few repairs. I must seek out a reputable seamstress if I am to stay warm and dry this winter. She closed her eyes and shivered as she was reminded of the relentless rain and sleet she had encountered in the wilds over the last few days.

Despite the bad weather, the Lady Elviel had made her stay at the north [[Talador]] outpost very comfortable and she had enjoyed her company. Although slight in appearance, it was clear that the Sylvan leader of the settlement had an inner strength and was steadfast in her resolve to make a difference. Rohese was keen to do all she could to help too. They spoke at length about the problems faced on a daily basis in the area and Rohese shared her thoughts about the recent audience with the Baron. Before leaving at dawn that morning, Rohese embraced her warmly and reassured Elviel that the [[Argent Mirror]] was equally determined to lend her support. She promised to return soon – and hopefully not empty handed.

Seating herself at the small table in her room, Rohese reached for her much-loved stationery box and began writing a few brief letters. Applying her wax seal to the final envelope, she scanned the familiar names on them and hurried downstairs to catch the evening courier. She mulled over the content of the missives and hoped they would reach their respective destinations in time.

Content in the knowledge that she had done all she could for now, her thoughts finally turned to a bath, a bowl of broth, and perhaps some tea with Esana before bedtime.

===Dreaming===
(Silent Tears) 

Thick snowflakes swirled around her, obscuring her vision. Rohese pulled her fur-mantled coat tightly around her and pressed forward through the blizzard. She had no idea where she was going or who she was looking for but there was a sense of urgency in her search. It was bitterly cold and she was lost. She called out in the vain hope that someone would hear her cry for help but, whether it was a silent plea or her words were simply lost on the wind, she went unheard. Her desperate tears froze on her cheeks.

Surrounded by stacks of boxes and crates, Rohese felt overwhelmed by the generosity of the [[Elven Nations]]. She watched as each was opened by a group of [[Solhaven]] volunteers only to reveal that they were all empty. She stood in shock as they turned to face her, pointing accusatory fingers and making disparaging remarks. She opened her mouth to try and explain but no words were forthcoming. Feeling the walls close in on her, she did her best to hold back tears of humiliation.

Standing in the bottom of a shallow valley on the outskirts of the [[Talador]] Bleaklands, Rohese was surrounded by undulated piles of grey ash and skeletal arm-like boughs of fallen trees. Bathed in a shaft of golden sunlight, a lone tree stood in middle of the devastation, its low hanging branches laden with ripe fruit. Plucking a rosy red apple, Rohese bit into it but watched in horror as the apple turned black in her hand and her mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood. She screamed but no sound could be heard.

A barrage of images continued to assault her senses as if her memories were fighting for attention: the lifeless body of a little boy with dark brown eyes cradled in the arms of his grieving father faded to reveal her friend, Inula, standing in a room filled with candles. Reaching out to hug her, she disintegrated into a cloud of brightly colored feathers.

Rohese whimpered and stirred in her sleep. Sighisoara pulled her into his embrace and murmured, “Another bad dream, pixie?”

Rohese woke with a start and reached out for her husband, only to find the other side of her bed was cold and unoccupied.

She wept silent tears.

===Disappearance===

<pre{{log2}}>
a minimalist matte grey landscape ~ Grey, the epitome of non-statement, covers the entire canvas in a lusterless finish. The careful application of darker toned paint and feathered brushstrokes add shadow and texture, defining depth and distance in the landscape. In isolated contrast to the non-descript background, and central to the minimalist composition, is a tiny whorl of vivid green, the sapling seeming to unfurl through undulations of ash. Closer inspection of the light and shade beneath the seedling reveals a pair of cupped hands.
“Hope, 5118” by Rohese Bayvel-Timsh’l</pre>

Rohese put the finishing touches to her painting and stepped back to scrutinize her work. She contemplated the bleak landscape portrayed on the canvas in grey oils and sighed. ''I wish Puptilian could see it, I think he would approve''. Reaching for the rag hanging on the side of her easel, she wiped her brush clean and placed it alongside the others in her paintbox. She was conscious of the time, knowing that she only had a few hours before dawn and her departure. ''No matter, I will see him soon enough anyway and I can tell him all about it''. Stifling a yawn, she carefully wrapped the canvas in linen and propped it against the small trunk at the foot of her bed.

Turning her attention to the trunk itself, she added the last few items she would need for her journey. It was still cold in the outlying regions of [[Talador]] and Rohese knew from experience that the camps had few of the home comforts she was used to. Laying her gown out ready for the morning, she climbed into bed and finally succumbed to her exhaustion.

It seemed like she was only asleep for a moment when the seagull squarks heralded a new day and pulled her from her reverie. Dawn had brought a sea mist with it, shrouding the buildings of the freeport in a damp silvery glow.

Dressed in a simple woollen cotehardie and fur-mantled coat, Rohese descended the staircase to the Inn’s main hall. She approached the front desk and greeted the Innkeeper politely before handing over the linen-wrapped canvas and several pristine white envelopes.

“Please see that these are delivered as soon as possible,” she said, followed by the brightest smile she could manage so early in the morning. “Especially the canvas,” she urged, “that needs to reach [[Cairnfang Manor]] for their Art Exhibit as a matter of urgency.”

The Innkeeper nodded and managed a half-hearted grin. He glanced down, noting that the three envelopes were addressed to [[Ta'Illistim]] and mentally counted the courier costs.

“This should cover the expense,” Rohese added, placing a pouch of coins into his hand, “and please keep my room for me as I hope to be back in a week or so.”

His grin widened somewhat when he felt its weight and quickly pocketed it with an agreeable nod.

A few hours later …

The wagon was making good time as it trundled northeastwards along the muddy trail. The snow had melted in exposed areas leaving water-filled ruts that caused it to lurch from side-to-side. A particularly deep pothole jolted Rohese from her daydream, almost causing her to drop the picture locket in her hand. She had been feeling homesick lately, despite her recent tea engagement with the Lady Sayilla Javilerre and brief visit to [[Ta'Vaalor]] for their spring festival.

Rohese had warmed to Sayilla from the outset and enjoyed her company. With Esana having returned east for a while, it was good to have other elven companionship but she was a reminder of the stark contrast between her life back in [[Ta'Illistim]] and her current destination.

With a sigh of resignation, Rohese glanced around and noticed that the young man sitting opposite was looking at her. She adjusted her hood to ensure her ears were covered and cautiously smiled at him. Quickly averting his eyes, he stared sheepishly at the trees lining their route. Then, with a furrowed brow, he leaned forward to peer into the dark forest beyond. Barely any light permeated the dense evergreen canopy. Rohese watched with trepidation as his hand moved slowly to rest on the dagger sheath at his belt.

With a loud yell, Rohese’s fellow passenger tried to warn the wagoneer as a group of bandits burst from the shadows with crossbows in hand. Realising they were in imminent danger, the young man grabbed Rohese and unceremoniously pulled her from her seat and the wagon. Without explanation, he dragged her away from the ambush and into the relative safety of the trees. In the confusion, she dropped her locket but continued to run as fast as she could; the ground was uneven and she was afraid of losing her footing.

A sharp pain suddenly bit deep into her shoulder causing her to cry out and stumble forward. Her landing was softened by the snow-covered loam of the forest floor but the weight of her savior falling on top of her was too much to bear. Rohese’s last recollection was a warm red stain seeping into the cold white carpet around her before everything went black.

===Disquiet===
A light footfall entered the room and the wolf lifted a pale muzzle from its paws to watch the interlopers intently as they approached the bed. The window was open and a cool spring breeze fragranced the air with hints of petrichor and sweet-smelling herbs. Rohese's pale silver hair stirred slightly against the white linen pillow but her eyes remained closed despite the intrusion.

''Is she going to be alright?''

''Only time will tell. It was quite a few days before she was found and brought here. We’ve done all we can but, with no skilled healer, it’s not likely to be enough.''

''How is he doing?''

''He woke briefly last night but hasn’t spoken yet.''

''No one else survived the bandit attack then?''

''No, we found several bodies.''

''Who are they?''

''We have no idea! The wagon had been looted so we have no way of identifying anyone, although, we did find this in the snow nearby.''

One of the men held up a cracked driftwood locket. The voices faded as they continued their discussion in hushed tones and exited the room. The wolf resumed his sleepy vigil.

===Duty===
<pre{{log2}}>Letter to Puptilian from Tyrie of the Green Sisters, friend to Rohese.

Sir,

Forgive me for writing to you directly but I understand we have a mutual friend in the Lady Rohese Bayvel Timsh’l. She spent some time with the Green Sisters in the refugee camps last year and accompanied us to the Bleaklands on a number of occasions. She and I became quite close and she spoke fondly of you and your tireless work in Talador. I am reaching out to you because I am concerned for her well-being and I was hoping you might be able to help. We were expecting her to visit us again some months back but there has been no sign of her or word of her delay; this is unlike her and I fear the worst. If you know of her whereabouts or intentions, please could you let us know.

In the meantime, I have also had word from Inula, another friend of ours and a Daughter of Lumnis. She too was expecting a visit and has asked if you would do her the kindness of picking up on a promise Rohese made some time ago: would you be willing to attend the Ta’Illistim court on our behalf and continue to press the Argent Mirror and Council of Thrones into assisting the Empire's refugees and aiding in the recovery of Talador.

I shall not lose hope for the good Lady’s return but, in the meantime, I will endeavour to continue my work here in Talador.

Yours, in faith
Sister Tyrie
</pre>

Meanwhile, somewhere in the northern territories ...

He sat next to her bed and tentatively placed his hand over hers; it felt so fragile in his grasp. The wolf padded over to join him in his vigil. Laying his muzzle dutifully on the young man’s lap, he too stared at the pale, silver-haired elf in the hope she would stir but to no avail.

“I know, I’m worried for her too.” The man spoke quietly to his lupine companion, patting him gently on the head.

Two voices in the corridor grew louder as they approached the room and paused to continue their conversation in hushed tones outside the door.

''“We’re sending her to the Graces in the hope they can help. I’ve tended her wounds to the best of my ability but there is an evil at work here and it’s beyond my knowledge.”''

''“The ship leaves tomorrow. We should see about getting her ready to travel.”''

The guardian by her bedside leaned over to inspect the faint silvery scar at the base of her throat and narrowed his eyes. Rising swiftly to his feet, he headed towards the door and gestured for the wolf to stay vigilant.

“I’ll be back shortly,” he said abruptly. “I need to pack a few things so that we can go with her.”

[[Category: Essays]]

A Difficult Journey (short story)

2018-07-20T14:19:53Z

CHIVERST:

{{essay|title='''A Difficult Journey''' |author=[[Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l]]}}

First published on the 3rd day of Imaerasta in the year 5117

During an audience with the [[Argent Mirror]] in [[Koaratos]] 5117, Rohese was tasked with seeing if [[Ta'Illistim]] should consider extending further aid to those displaced in the west. This followed the [[Swan Song]] storyline based out of [[Solhaven]] in the wake of the destruction of [[Talador]] at the end of the [[Eyes of the Dawn]] storyline.

===Departure===
Rohese turned the iron key in [[Lily Manor]]'s front door and gave it a gentle tug to check it was locked. She dropped the key into the pocket of her pelisse and glanced around to ensure she was alone.

The birds were in full song, filling the courtyard with their melodic trills and heralding the start of a new day. The sun was just breaking over the horizon and she turned to watch its golden glow seep across the sky. She welcomed its warmth on her pale face. It had been a stressful few weeks and sleep had eluded her recently. The dark circles beneath her eyes were testament to how tired she felt. She had foregone rest again that night in order to write several letters, which now sat on her desk awaiting collection and despatch by her chambermaid.

With a deep breath, she firmed her resolve; the fresh morning air had invigorated her a little. ''The Mirror had asked this of her and she would not fail her sovereign''. Pulling her hood up to conceal her face - she would rather not be noticed and distracted from the task in hand - she made her way out of the gate and onto the road leading through the wooded Lower Trollfang. Following the course of the [[Locksmehr River]] and the high exterior walls of [[Wehnimer's Landing]], she slipped through the West Gate with a cursory nod to the sleepy guard and into the early morning bustle on the streets.

Reaching the southeast corner of the Town Square, she was relieved to see that a wagon was already waiting and she boarded it quickly. Apart from a couple of bruises, the journey to [[Bloodriven Village]] was without incident and she stepped out onto the muddy riverbank with the sun now high in the sky.

Lifting her skirts to avoid trailing them in the mud, she made her way carefully up and through the black iron gate. She weaved her way through the mid-morning crowds in Lyswe Court and past the buildings lining the cobbled streets. She was more determined than ever to escape notice today so she headed directly to her goal on Gloam Pike. The slipshod building was difficult to miss, it being painted in garish colours, and Rohese glanced warily around her before she entered.

A few minutes later, having acquired her purchase, she hung it around her neck and, with a nervous push, she activated it. It took all of her willpower not to scream out loud as the tiny hollow needles stabbed into her, suffusing her body with their noxious elixir. The pain was almost unbearable but it was soon over and she cautiously peered into her mirror.

<pre{{log2}}>
You see Lady [[Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l]] the Gentlewoman. 
She appears to be a Human from [[Kingdom of Hendor | Hendor]]. 
She is taller than average with a slender willowy form. She appears to be youthful. She has silver-lashed misty grey eyes and silky smooth, fair skin. She has lustrous, hip-length pale silver hair neatly collected within an umber alum-beaded snood. She has naturally glossy, rose-pink tinted lips. Peeking through her hair are dainty upswept ears tapering to fine points which enhance her fey-like countenance. 
She has an inking of a faint star constellation on her neck, and a cascade of tiny silver stars tattooed over her right eyebrow that fades into her hairline. 
She is in good shape. 
She is holding a silver-backed mirror etched with orbital moons in her right hand. 
She is wearing a metalworked withered tree talisman, a sleeveless pelisse of dove grey chamois collared in soft rabbit fur, a platinum wedding ring, a tall-collared onyx velvet bliaut with fur-lined hanging sleeves, and some tall cognac leather boots with perforated suede panels. 
</pre>

She was very aware that she was venturing into a troubled area of the Empire and was keen to avoid any issues. Despite recent developments, there were still those that upheld [[Chaston's Edict]] and wished ill on her kind. ''I will have to keep my hood up to avoid anyone seeing my ears but this illusion should help.''

Melting into the crowd, she made her way back down to the riverbank and the half-circle of wagons waiting there. ''Now to find a wagon to take me south''.

===Determination===
The wagon came to a halt in a sun-dappled clearing and the wagoner helped Rohese down. She was stiff from having spent the entire journey squashed between a rather stout, gruff-looking dwarf and a stack of awkwardly shaped crates filled with live poultry. She welcomed the chance to stretch her legs and breathe freely.

This was the first camp she had encountered. It was only a few hours ride from [[Bloodriven Village]] and was fairly small. It appeared to be a recent addition to the wooded area with only twenty or so tents erected around a crudely built, squat wooden building and a couple of fishing boats tied up at a makeshift dock on the nearby riverbank.

It was late afternoon and Rohese didn’t relish the prospect of another uncomfortable journey that day so she made her way over to the building to make enquiries about a place to sleep.

The timber-framed structure was simple in construction having only two storeys and a couple of partitioned rooms. It seemed to serve as a communal hall and inn of sorts. Rohese was pleasantly surprised at the comforts it afforded though; her room was basic but clean and the meal of freshly caught fish served that evening was delicious. She spent a pleasant hour conversing with some of the tent dwellers and learned that they were effectively the overspill from a much larger camp further along the river. They had decided to venture north and set up a quieter community of their own.

The stories they told of their loss were heartbreaking but Rohese’s spirits were uplifted a little by their optimism and desire to make the best of their circumstances. She listened to them share their recollection of the events that had unfolded in [[Talador]]: how they were forced to leave their homes with nothing but the clothes on their backs during the conflict and the countless thousands that had died in the blast that destroyed the Barony.

Some recounted the difficulties of the cold winter months they had endured in the early settlements with little to eat until the supply wagons started to arrive. Others spoke of the kindness they had personally received from the Lady [[Kasendra Chandrennin]]. They were keen to add that their dearest wish was to return home, even if that meant starting all over again in the Bleaklands. Rohese felt powerless to help them; all she could do was reassure them that, one day, it might be possible.

She cried herself to sleep that night but at least she slept; exhaustion had finally caught up with her.

The following morning, she reluctantly boarded the wagon again, this time accompanied by a mother and her two young children. The forlorn looking woman had spent the last six months travelling from camp to camp in the hope that her soldier husband had somehow escaped the atrocities and made his way to safety. As they made their way along the [[Locksmehr River]] trail, Rohese took the elder child and sat him in her lap whilst the mother nursed the baby. ''At last, something practical that I can do to help''.

===Decision===
It hadn’t stopped raining for three days but Rohese was relieved to see that it had at least reduced to a drizzle when she awoke that morning. Somewhat refreshed from her sleep and with her features still masked beneath the illusion, she ventured outside into the crowded camp.

There was a definite autumnal feeling in the air with the smell of loam and wood smoke filling her nostrils. The rain had made the ground muddy and treacherous underfoot but she picked her way carefully around the worst of the puddles and wheel ruts.

Lately she had been struck by the contrast of her time in the refugee camps and the glamour of recent weeks. [[Elanthian Fashion Week | Fashion Week]] had been a wonderful interlude but there was no escaping the harsh realities of life outside of cocktail parties and elegant balls. This brief sojourn into the imperial wilderness was a stark reminder that there was no place for silk gowns here.

At first glance the encampment seemed to be a bleak and dreary place but as the sun finally broke through the clouds and hoods were removed, Rohese could see the genuine smiles on people’s faces as they went about their business. The sound of nearby laughter caught her attention and she stepped aside just in time to see a gaggle of geese cross her path, honking and hinking as they tried to elude their keeper.

Her momentary pause was all the more fortuitous because just as Rohese was about to turn away, she overheard a snippet of conversation in which a familiar name was mentioned.

“See that they reach Puptilian, he has been waiting for these supplies.” Two guards walked past, paying no attention to Rohese standing in the doorway. “There’s another shipment on its way from the Free Port but the recent bad weather has delayed it.”

Rohese’s hand instinctively went to the talisman around her neck. She felt her illusion falter for a moment but with a gentle tug, it settled back into its genteel human countenance. Wrapping the fingers of her other hand around the soft leather pouch in her pocket, she smiled. ''Puptilian would understand why I need to do this.''

The guards continued their conversation as they headed towards the nearby watch tower. Once they were out of earshot, Rohese stepped into the Keep and up the narrow staircase to a small chamber on the first floor. She was due to meet with the [[Talador#Green_Sisters | Green Sisters]] and finalise arrangements for her journey into the Bleaklands.

===Despair===
The landscape had changed markedly in the last hour. The air was no longer filled with the sound of birdsong or the whisper of wind through the trees. A gloomy silence now hung around them, along with the lingering smell of acrid smoke.

Earlier that morning, Rohese had passed fields filled with crops ready for harvesting and orchards of trees laden with fruit ripe for picking. Her spirits had been lifted by a feeling of hope for the future. But this? This was too much to bear: a wasteland as far as the eye could see. An occasional breeze stirred the dust covering the scorched black earth, causing eddies of choking grey ash to rise and fall around them.

Kasendra’s encampment felt like a lifetime away from the devastation now laid out before her. The thousands of displaced people who had fled the horror had found refuge in the many camps scattered throughout the war-ravaged provinces east of Vornavis. They had made a start on rebuilding their lives but [[Talador]] was still their home. With the help of the [[Talador#Green Sisters | Green Sisters]], perhaps it would one day be possible to return but, faced with this reality, it seemed like a distant dream.

One of the Sisters reached over and gently squeezed Rohese’s hand. Her eyes spoke volumes and it alleviated Rohese’s despair a little. Despite her youth, the young girl that had befriended Rohese back in the camp was both kind and astute. They had talked a lot over the last couple of days and Rohese had confided in her about her true identity. Her name was Tyrie and she had spent the last six months travelling back and forth between the camps and the Bleaklands, in an attempt to restore some life to the once lush Barony. [[Talador]] had been her childhood home and, despite her perpetual smile, it was clear that she was still moved by the events of last year.

The wagon eventually came to a halt at the bottom of a shallow valley just as drops of rain started to fall from the dark clouds overhead. Remnants of an ancient oak wood were visible through the undulating piles of ash with skeletal arm-like boughs of fallen trees reaching upwards. A sepulchral silence pervaded the area where the trees no longer stood. Nothing stirred, nothing sang, and nothing shone.

Rohese climbed down and joined the Sisters as they began to clear an area of ground. They worked steadily for a few hours to lift away the debris, not letting the sporadic rain showers hinder their progress. Beneath a pile of charred and broken wood, they found a small patch of sickly yellow grass. Turning their attention to the only sign of life in that whole area, they tended it with water and herbal nutrients. Rohese knew this was the spot she had been looking for.

Taking care not to damage the grass, she knelt on the ground and reached inside her pelisse for the soft leather pouch. She loosened the drawstring to reveal a handful of wrinkled brown acorns. Prior to embarking on this journey, Rohese had made a point of collecting acorns from both the [[House Sylvanfair | Sylvanfair]] tree in [[Wehnimer's Landing]] and the Oak Grove surrounding the [[Ta'Illistim]] Manse. It seemed only fitting to plant them here.

Bringing them to her lips, she reverently kissed each in turn before gently pushing them into the damp, grassy earth. Sister Tyrie joined her and together they said a prayer over the planted seeds. A single tear tracked down Rohese’s dirt-smudged cheek and landed on the hallowed ground. The clouds parted for the first time that day and a pale yellow sun could be seen hanging low in the sky. ''Perhaps [[Lumnis]] and [[Imaera]] had heard their prayer and would bless this ground with a new woodland in the years to come.''

Tyrie and Rohese rose to their feet and wordlessly hugged each other. Tyrie was still smiling and it was Rohese’s turn to do the same.

===Dawning===
Dawn had always been her favourite time of day; it heralded new beginnings. Rohese sat on the grassy hillside to watch the sun rise and allowed her thoughts to wander. The golden wash of sunshine broke over the misty horizon and flooded the meadow below with its nourishing warmth. As the burgeoning light crept towards her, she felt refreshed and invigorated. ''I wonder what joys and sorrows today has in store for me?''

Rising to her feet, Rohese straightened her gown. She barely noticed the creases, grass stains, and damp patches anymore. A couple of weeks ago, she would have been horrified at the thought of such shabby attire but it didn’t seem to matter somehow. With a beatific smile, she walked back into the encampment and acknowledged the kind greeting of the gate guards. She had become a familiar face now and, whilst she still missed home, she no longer felt bereft of friends.

She hadn't taken more than a dozen steps through the gate when she was met by a courier. Handing over a folded sheet of matte black paper, he darted away to make another delivery. Rohese opened the letter and wrinkled her nose as a faint scent of manure wafted up from its surface.

Holding the offending sheet as far away from her nose as possible, she quickly scanned the neat lines of text and smiled to herself. Heartfire had clearly found someone to read her letter and duly scribe a response for him. Naamit had cleverly squeezed his rather long dictated reply into every available space and had even managed to capture his little endearing nuances. ''Pick up some kitten pie from the [[Pie Shop]], indeed''.

Just as she folded the letter and tucked it into her pocket, she felt a gentle tug at her skirts and looked down into a pair of familiar brown eyes. It was the little boy she had held on her lap during the initial wagon journey to the camp. A grubby hand reached up to take hers and led her over to a nearby cluster of tents. Following the child with amused curiosity, she discovered his mother seated on a low stool, in the process of milking a goat. Standing next to her was a dark-complected man with the same brown eyes and a baby in his arms.

“Da-da!” The little boy beamed brightly at Rohese, and pointed towards the man who chuckled and nodded. “Yes, son, “I’m your da-da,” he replied, ruffling the little boy’s hair.

Rohese was invited to break bread with the family but politely declined. Despite everything she had experienced lately, she still kept to her daytime fasting regime. She did, however, accept a cup of the freshly drawn goat’s milk and sat with them whilst they joyfully recounted the story of their long-awaited reunion.

Amid all of the joviality, however, Rohese noticed that the little boy kept tugging roughly at the slightly pointed tip of his ear. Pulling him into her lap, she asked him why he was deliberately hurting himself. As the tears welled up in the little boy’s eyes, his father pushed back his black hair, tucking it behind a sharply pointed ear, and Rohese understood.

“Are you teased because of your ears?” she gently asked the little boy, who nodded and tugged angrily at them once more.

“Shall I let you into a secret?” she whispered quietly to him and he nodded again.

Rohese pulled at her talisman, causing the illusion around her to drop, and pushed back the hood of her pelisse to reveal the fine points of her own ears peeking through her pale silver hair. The little boys eyes widened and he reached up to touch them. Flinging his arms around her neck, he kissed her cheek and, with a wide grin, he squirmed out of her lap to join a group of boys who were chasing a plump of ducks. Both parents simply smiled at her and poured more milk into her cup. This humble gesture was enough to reassure Rohese that, no matter what, she was welcome amongst them.

Sipping her milk, she watched the merriment of the children at play and thought about Heartfire having to seek help to read and write. It suddenly dawned on her. Now she knew how she could make a difference. The children were the future and the one thing she understood, more than anything else, was the importance of education; as did her beloved [[Argent Mirror]]. She was suddenly excited about all of the opportunities that were now before her. She had so many ideas tumbling around in her head about how she could take this forward. It would be asking a lot of people at home but she had faith in their desire to help too. ''Today was a joyous day.''

===Daughter===
The light sound of knocking at the door broke Rohese’s meditation. She rose to her feet to open it and was greeted by Tyrie who was smiling widely even as she apologised profusely for having disturbed her.

“Come with me! There’s someone I’d like you to meet,” she announced, leading Rohese eagerly down the narrow stairs.

Wending their way past the clusters of tents, wagons, and animal pens, Tyrie guided her towards a large cream pavilion on the outskirts of the encampment and ducked through the flap.

Despite it being mid-morning, the interior was illuminated by an array of beeswax candles and the air carried the scent of honey and chamomile. Rohese breathed deeply of the familiar aroma and immediately felt calmed; it reminded her of the [[Library Aies]] back in [[Ta'Illistim]] with its dimly-lit hallways and beeswax polished wood panelling.

Standing at a nearby table, with her back to them both, was a strikingly tall woman dressed in a hooded cloak of vibrantly coloured feathers. Hearing Tyrie and Rohese enter, she turned and walked towards them. Taking both of Rohese’s hands in her own, she bent to rest her forehead on them by way of a greeting.

“I am so pleased to meet you,” she remarked quietly, pushing her hood back to reveal a shock of white hair cut close to her head. “Tyrie has told me so much about you.” The lower portion of her face was concealed by a swathe of white silk but her blue eyes reflected a warm smile and a friendly disposition.

Rohese was rather taken aback but Tyrie was quick to explain that Inula was one of the [[Orders of the Turamzzyrian_Empire#The Daughters of Lumnis | Daughters of Lumnis]]. On hearing about Rohese and her plans, she had requested to meet with her.

“You two have a lot to talk about, I’m sure!” Tyrie declared, kissing both women on the cheek and disappearing back through the flap. Inula laughed lightly and gestured to Rohese to sit.

It was dusk by the time Tyrie returned to find the two women still engaged in conversation and surrounded by a pile of open books and empty teacups.

“I’ve arranged for the wagon to take you to [[Vornavis]] in the morning, as requested,” Tyrie said to Rohese, who rose to her feet and nodded in appreciation.

With no word of explanation, Inula offered Rohese a length of airy white silk, similar to her own, and pressed it affectionately into her hands. Rohese closed her eyes for a moment and, making a silent vow to Lumnis, she fixed the veil across the lower part of her face. ''It was time to get to work. It was time to go home''.

===Devotion===
Rohese stepped through the door of the [[Lumnis]]’ Temple and into the comforting glow of the sconces lining the walls of the Hall of Light. Breathing a sigh of relief, she pushed back her hood and removed the white silk veil from her face. Her measured footfall was muffled by the plush woven rugs covering the marble floor as she made her way purposefully towards the gilded spiral staircase and ascended it.

Continuing past the Pool of Thought, Rohese avoided the temptation to admire the artistry of the ceiling and entered the rotunda at the far end. The Sanctuary of the Journey was one of the most beautiful chambers in the Temple so this time she allowed herself a moment to pause and appreciate the frieze on the entablature overhead. It depicted a journey of trials, sorrows and victories; all the more poignant since her own recent difficult journey.

As well as the impressive architectural sculptures, the chamber also housed a stone altar. Rohese slowly climbed the blue marble steps, mouthing a prayer of blessing for the displaced people of [[Talador]] with each footstep. Reaching the Altar of Illumination, she lit a pale ivory chamomile candle and placed it reverently among the votives. The flame flickered slightly on a small draft but steadied to illuminate the shadows with its soft golden glow. To the side, a shallow granite bowl, filled with smoldering sandalwood embers, emitted curling tendrils of perfumed smoke into the air.

Rohese inhaled deeply and felt at peace for the first time in weeks. The combination of a good night’s sleep in her Ebondrift marital bed and the bracing sea air of the Free Port had helped but, most of all, she was just happy to be back in the hallowed halls of her Lady’s Temple.

''Help me to walk in your light and live my life with wisdom and understanding''. With a final benediction, Rohese clasped her hands in a reverent gesture and headed back down the stairs. Stepping into the [[Solhaven]] sunlight, she fixed the white silk veil back across her mouth and began the last stage of her journey; the one that would finally take her home to [[Ta'Illistim]].

===Deliberation===
<pre{{log2}}>
Inside a stiff white envelope are two sheets of faintly watermarked vellum, each bearing the Bayvel family crest.

Lord Aeriadrn Ghaeriden Illistim
Office of the Seneschal
[[Ta'Illistim]] Keep
25th day of Imaerasta, in the year 5117

Seneschal,

I was charged by our illustrious [[Argent Mirror]] to look into the possibility of extending further aid to those still displaced in the west. I have therefore spent the last few weeks visiting encampments and trading posts established around the northern regions of the [[Turamzzyrian Empire]].

I took the opportunity to live among the camp communities and spoke with members of the religious organizations endeavoring to restore life to the former Barony of [[Talador]]. I am relieved to report that, due to the generosity of many benefactors and fortitude of the refugees, most of their needs are being met. Preparations are well underway for the winter: supplies continue to be forthcoming from the imperial provinces and this year’s harvest looks to be bountiful.

I also visited the haunting wasteland, referred to as the Bleaklands, and witnessed for myself the devastation unleashed upon the territory. Words cannot begin to explain what I saw but work is underway to heal the land; optimism prevails and I believe it will endure.

Whilst I do not deem further aid in terms of provisions to be necessary at this time, I do have a proposal for the Council of Thrones to consider. It is my belief that the children are the ones who suffer most from the deeds of their ancestors; they are the future of the Empire and one thing they are lacking at the moment, because of their displacement, is a structured education. It is through education that we can hopefully prevent a repeat of this regretful situation.

With the Argent Mirror’s permission, I would like to propose a collaborative effort whereby we ask the Shining City’s citizens and residents to assist us in gathering appropriate supplies (books, writing materials, scientific instruments, maps etc.) and possibly even the necessary scholars and teachers. I would also suggest that, due to their proximity, we reach out to the Head teachers of both the Landing’s [[Wellington Home]] and [[Solhaven]]’s Triton Day School to assist us with the provision of these resources. I willingly offer my services to the Council in that regard.

I await the Mirror’s deliberation and have the honor to be her most humble and obedient servant.

High Lady Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l
Scrivener of [[Ta'Illistim]] and Patron of the Displaced
</pre>

Pulling her brush through her pale silver hair one last time, Rohese turned her attention to the outfit laid out on her bed. Her chambermaid had chosen a rather ostentatious gown, which might have been appropriate under different circumstances but today was not about making an impression; it was about making a difference.

The discussions over tea with the [[Argent Mirror]] this morning had the potential to change a lot of young lives. Her thoughts turned a little melancholy as she was reminded yet again of her inability to have children of her own but it made her all the more determined to see that others were cared for.

Returning the gown to the linen press, Rohese pulled out a plain white cotehardie and a modest surcote. ''Something less glamorous, I think''. Once dressed, she deftly gathered her hair into a loose top knot, skewering it with a pair of pearl-tipped driftwood hairsticks to keep it tidy, and draped a silk veil across her face. She had become accustomed to wearing the veil and smiled beneath it as she was reminded of her meeting last month with the Daughters of [[Lumnis]].

Stepping into the Solar, she picked up her journal from the desk but paused for a moment. ''No. It must come from the heart today and not my notes''. She replaced the journal and picked up the envelope containing several promissory notes instead. The generosity of the Vaalorian people had moved her. Lady Nihrvanah had worked tirelessly over the last few weeks to raise awareness in the fortress. Rohese would see that the funds raised during the [[Autumnal Glory Festival]], along with the personal donation of Mayor [[Cruxophim]], were forwarded the Loremasters to aid in their efforts. Word had also reached Rohese that educational resources were already being boxed and shipped west, which pleased her enormously.

She made her way downstairs to see a pile of book-filled boxes stacked by the door – along with a selection of rather dubious looking pies.

“I see Heartfire stopped by in the night,” she remarked to the maid clearing out the fireplace who simply laughed and nodded.

Rohese stepped outside into the autumn sunlight and breathed in the crisp clean air. With a final glance over her outfit, she headed out of the manse gate and made her way towards the [[Ta'Illistim]] Keep. ''Our work is just beginning''.

====Roundtable Discussions====
With a second winter looming, Rohese’s thoughts had turned once more to the northern Baronies of the [[Turamzzyrian Empire]] and the refugee encampments she had recently visited. Despite the reassurances of the camp leaders that their basic needs were being met, she was concerned about the continuity of much-needed supply runs during the coldest months. Once the snows came, there was no guarantee that the wagons could get even through.

Yesterday's round table discussion with the [[Argent Mirror]] and many other concerned parties had settled her mind somewhat. The [[Council of Thrones]] had finally agreed it was time to extend significant aid to the west. It was long overdue, in Rohese's opinion, but she also understood about the complexity of court politics, especially where the Empire was involved.

[[Myasara Illistim|Myasara]]'s determination to be the advocate for change was encouraging but it was likely to cause ripples of dissent throughout the Nations. Her declaration about reaching out to the rulers of all the elven noble houses with a view to engaging with the Emperor was radical but necessary if a concerted effort was to be made to bring relief and support to the displaced.

Rohese ran through the salient points of the meeting in her mind to try and prioritise them. It was more important than ever now to ensure everything was being done as expeditiously as possible.

* At the [[Argent Mirror]]'s request, she had agreed to serve as ambassador and lead a small party of representatives to meet with the Baron [[Dunrith Malwind]]. She had managed to convince her good friend Siierra to accompany her as her knowledge of herbal lore would be vital; not to mention her possible connection with the [[Talador#Green_Sisters | Green Sisters]] and their work in the [[Talador]] Bleaklands. Renowned for her steadfast demeanor and professionalism, Esana, High Priestess of House [[Vaalor]], had been persuaded to join them. In addition, Maiden Tyrrah had also offered to come along. Her experience with the [[Wellington Home]] orphans would be invaluable.
* The [[Argent Mirror]] would write to the Baron to inform him of her plans and set up the meeting.
* As a matter of courtesy and diplomacy, the Lady Riend had offered to write to members of both the [[Order of the Azure Sun]] and [[Order of the Silver Gryphon]] to keep them abreast of the situation and to serve as a formal introduction of the [[Argent Mirror]]'s representatives. Both Sir Bristenn and Sir Cryheart would make ideal advocates in the Imperial Court and Rohese looked forward to renewing their acquaintance.
* As part of an extensive re-building programme, the [[Argent Mirror]] had instructed Commander [[Murstyr Javilerre]] of the [[Sapphire Guard]] to organize the gathering of timber from the surrounding woodlands and forests, as well as its shipment across the [[Dragonspine Mountains]]. In addition, stone was being collected and transported by the giant clans in the North. The Artificers were on standby.
* The crates in both Briarstone Court and Hanging Gardens would be regularly emptied to allow for the continued donation of education supplies such as books, quills, and scientific apparatus. Larger scale donation drives were to be considered as Archales was concerned about the possible overflow from the crates. Shipments would be sent as soon as agreements had been made with the Baron.
* Ceyrin had offered to renew his correspondence with the Right Honorable Her Ladyship Baroness Delphinuria Hochstib in the hope of smoothing any ruffled imperial feathers. He was also persuaded, albeit reluctantly, to accompany the ladies west.

Rohese sighed heavily and reached for her quill and parchment. There was much to do in preparation with the added distraction of both the [[Ta'Illistim Grand Arts Gala 2017|Ta'Illistim Art Gala]] this weekend and the [[Elanthian Conclave]] at the end of the month.

====Tensions in the Bayvel-Timsh’l Household====
"I’m not happy about this, Rohese." Sighisoara furrowed his brow and leaned back in his chair with a heavy sigh.

Seeing how upset she had become, he rose and took both of her hands in his. In an attempt to reason with her, he adopted a more conciliatory tone.

"I appreciate why you have agreed to lead the delegation but you must surely understand my concern? You know that I am at a crucial stage in my research and cannot leave [[Ta'Illistim]] to accompany you."

Rohese nodded and regarded him with deep affection.

"I have to do this. Even if the [[Argent Mirror]] hadn’t requested it of me, I would have gone on my own volition. If you’d only seen those encampments for yourself ... and the children ..."

Her voice caught and she averted her gaze to avoid him seeing the tears welling in her eyes. Sensing defeat, Sighisoara exhaled. Lifting her chin with his finger, he stared pointedly at her.

"I will let you go on one condition," he reluctantly conceded. "You must stay with Lady Esana Lartuen-Ilynov at all times and send regular letters to let me know you are safe. The slightest hint of any hostility from those imperials and I will insist you return home immediately."

Rohese was somewhat taken aback by the seriousness of his manner; he had never raised any objections to her philanthropic work in the past but his stance on this matter had put her on edge. ''Perhaps it was folly. Was she being naïve in believing they could make a difference?''

"I will instruct the staff to prepare the Ebondrift house for you." Sighisoara continued, turning to sit back at his desk. Rohese rested her hand on his arm.

"No need, my love. Do not trouble them as Hospitallier [[Dirra]] has already sent word that she has secured chambers in the [[Solhaven]] Inn for us all.” In an effort to appease him, she quickly added, “I think it would be safer if we stayed together and under the protection of the [[Order of the Azure Sun]]."

Leaning in close to him, she kissed him tenderly on the cheek.

"I promise to be mindful and do nothing to put myself or members of my party in danger.” She sighed wistfully. “I wish you could come with us but I do understand."

In an effort to lighten the mood, Rohese added casually, "I would like to purchase a new piece of art before I leave though." Wrinkling her nose, she inwardly breathed a sigh of relief as she saw a grin break across her husband’s face.

"Whatever you wish, pixie," he chuckled, kissing her in return and seating himself back at his desk.

Rohese's thoughts turned to other more frivolous matters while she had the chance. ''Now to decide what to wear to the art exhibition''!

====One Step Forward====
The window seat afforded a perfect view of the Manse courtyard and Glydemar Forest beyond. Rohese read Puptilian's letter again and gazed out of the window at the oak trees. The blaze of autumnal color had now faded to a muted palette of brown and yellow as the remaining leaves clung tenaciously to the spindly boughs of the trees. Fall was surrendering to winter’s gentle incursion in the [[Elven Nations]] and her thoughts drifted to the encampments across the mountains.

Puptilian’s plea reminded her of the difficult journey she had undertaken through the northern baronies of the [[Turamzzyrian Empire]] and the privations she had witnessed for herself. That was earlier in the year though and winter was not usually so forgiving in the west. Harsh snows and freezing temperatures were likely to cause difficulties with supply runs. If the rumors of unnatural fog at sea and the looming threat of war in [[Wehnimer's Landing]] were also true, it would be the refugees that would suffer the most.

Rohese sighed. ''One step forward, two steps back''. Plans for the diplomatic visit to the Barony of [[Vornavis]] were well underway and, while she understood the need for protocol, she was eager to make a start. ''They need our help now, more than ever''!

Lady Riend Ar'Fiernel had made contact with Sir Cryheart Thaxin and Sir Bristenn Mires to serve as advocates in the Imperial Court. Rohese had since received word from Hospitallier Dirra Crawfinn that suites had been reserved for the party in the [[Solhaven]] Inn. First Legionnaire Esana Lartuen-Ilynov Vaalor had gained the Crown’s approval to represent House [[Vaalor]] and duly undertaken to commission training weapons. Crates around [[Ta'Illistim]] were being filled with donations of educational resources and other supplies. Wood was being gathered from nearby sources to be shipped west as soon as possible.

Turning her attention back to Puptilian’s letter, Rohese pondered his request. ''I will see that this is raised at the next roundtable with the [[Argent Mirror]]. In the meantime, I will speak to Siierra, she will know what to do''.

Leaving the comfort of the cushioned seat, she rose to her feet and placed the letter on the growing pile to be answered. The household was stirring and there were other chores to be done first.

====Poetry is the Raising of Consciousness====
Rohese ran her finger lovingly across the collection of books stacked neatly on the high shelf. Some were so old that the flimsy spines and covers were scarcely able to contain their precious contents and the titles were faded beyond recognition. ''It's here somewhere, I know it is''. She paused and pulled out a slim doeskin-covered grimoire entitled "Green Witchcraft". Quickly scanning the beautifully illustrated pages within, she smiled to herself. ''This might be of interest to Siierra and Puptilian''. Slipping the book into her pocket, she resumed her search.

Climbing higher on the stepladder, she reached up to the topmost shelf and retrieved a small silk-wrapped bundle. She gazed fondly at the small volume nestled in the palm of her hand and carefully opened it. It was one of her most prized possessions but she knew it would probably help with their cause. Stepping down, she sat on a nearby chair and took a moment to peruse a few passages of the ancient elvish prose. Time had certainly taken its toll on the book; the pale silvery text filling the tissue-thin pages within was barely legible but she couldn’t fail to be moved by the poetry of one of her most beloved Illistimi sister-elves.

Grand-daughter of [[Linsandrych Illistim]], [[Adonethwen Illistim]] was fourth in the dynastic line of [[Argent Mirror]]s and the reason Rohese had joined the [[Order of Lorekeepers]]. She was renowned for her poetry; most notably the sestina. ''Surely the Baron would appreciate the significance of this gift and the message it conveys?''

Closing the book, Rohese rose to her feet and glanced about her. She would miss the tranquility of her library but she couldn’t delay her journey any longer. Baron [[Dunrith Malwind]] had been made aware of their coming and, with the new year on the horizon, it was time to get back to work.

A few hours later ...

Rohese tucked the books into the folds of a velvet gown and closed the lid of her small trunk. Securing the buckles, she called for her chambermaid and gave her some last-minute instructions. Then, donning her longcoat, she stepped outside into the chilly, early morning air and headed west.

===Diplomacy===
Rohese climbed down from the wagon and handed over the last few silvers in her pocket as a thank you. With her hood up, she weaved her way through the crowds in the North Market and slipped unnoticed into the [[Solhaven]] Inn. She was weary and muddy from travelling but determined to do a few things before she could allow herself the luxury of taking a bath.

Closing the door on her well-appointed chambers with a sigh of relief, she shrugged her way out of her cloak and hung it on a nearby hook, noting that it was in need of a few repairs. I must seek out a reputable seamstress if I am to stay warm and dry this winter. She closed her eyes and shivered as she was reminded of the relentless rain and sleet she had encountered in the wilds over the last few days.

Despite the bad weather, the Lady Elviel had made her stay at the north [[Talador]] outpost very comfortable and she had enjoyed her company. Although slight in appearance, it was clear that the Sylvan leader of the settlement had an inner strength and was steadfast in her resolve to make a difference. Rohese was keen to do all she could to help too. They spoke at length about the problems faced on a daily basis in the area and Rohese shared her thoughts about the recent audience with the Baron. Before leaving at dawn that morning, Rohese embraced her warmly and reassured Elviel that the [[Argent Mirror]] was equally determined to lend her support. She promised to return soon – and hopefully not empty handed.

Seating herself at the small table in her room, Rohese reached for her much-loved stationery box and began writing a few brief letters. Applying her wax seal to the final envelope, she scanned the familiar names on them and hurried downstairs to catch the evening courier. She mulled over the content of the missives and hoped they would reach their respective destinations in time.

Content in the knowledge that she had done all she could for now, her thoughts finally turned to a bath, a bowl of broth, and perhaps some tea with Esana before bedtime.

===Dreaming===
(Silent Tears) 

Thick snowflakes swirled around her, obscuring her vision. Rohese pulled her fur-mantled coat tightly around her and pressed forward through the blizzard. She had no idea where she was going or who she was looking for but there was a sense of urgency in her search. It was bitterly cold and she was lost. She called out in the vain hope that someone would hear her cry for help but, whether it was a silent plea or her words were simply lost on the wind, she went unheard. Her desperate tears froze on her cheeks.

Surrounded by stacks of boxes and crates, Rohese felt overwhelmed by the generosity of the [[Elven Nations]]. She watched as each was opened by a group of [[Solhaven]] volunteers only to reveal that they were all empty. She stood in shock as they turned to face her, pointing accusatory fingers and making disparaging remarks. She opened her mouth to try and explain but no words were forthcoming. Feeling the walls close in on her, she did her best to hold back tears of humiliation.

Standing in the bottom of a shallow valley on the outskirts of the [[Talador]] Bleaklands, Rohese was surrounded by undulated piles of grey ash and skeletal arm-like boughs of fallen trees. Bathed in a shaft of golden sunlight, a lone tree stood in middle of the devastation, its low hanging branches laden with ripe fruit. Plucking a rosy red apple, Rohese bit into it but watched in horror as the apple turned black in her hand and her mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood. She screamed but no sound could be heard.

A barrage of images continued to assault her senses as if her memories were fighting for attention: the lifeless body of a little boy with dark brown eyes cradled in the arms of his grieving father faded to reveal her friend, Inula, standing in a room filled with candles. Reaching out to hug her, she disintegrated into a cloud of brightly colored feathers.

Rohese whimpered and stirred in her sleep. Sighisoara pulled her into his embrace and murmured, “Another bad dream, pixie?”

Rohese woke with a start and reached out for her husband, only to find the other side of her bed was cold and unoccupied.

She wept silent tears.

===Disappearance===

<pre{{log2}}>
a minimalist matte grey landscape ~ Grey, the epitome of non-statement, covers the entire canvas in a lusterless finish. The careful application of darker toned paint and feathered brushstrokes add shadow and texture, defining depth and distance in the landscape. In isolated contrast to the non-descript background, and central to the minimalist composition, is a tiny whorl of vivid green, the sapling seeming to unfurl through undulations of ash. Closer inspection of the light and shade beneath the seedling reveals a pair of cupped hands.
“Hope, 5118” by Rohese Bayvel-Timsh’l</pre>

Rohese put the finishing touches to her painting and stepped back to scrutinize her work. She contemplated the bleak landscape portrayed on the canvas in grey oils and sighed. ''I wish Puptilian could see it, I think he would approve''. Reaching for the rag hanging on the side of her easel, she wiped her brush clean and placed it alongside the others in her paintbox. She was conscious of the time, knowing that she only had a few hours before dawn and her departure. ''No matter, I will see him soon enough anyway and I can tell him all about it''. Stifling a yawn, she carefully wrapped the canvas in linen and propped it against the small trunk at the foot of her bed.

Turning her attention to the trunk itself, she added the last few items she would need for her journey. It was still cold in the outlying regions of [[Talador]] and Rohese knew from experience that the camps had few of the home comforts she was used to. Laying her gown out ready for the morning, she climbed into bed and finally succumbed to her exhaustion.

It seemed like she was only asleep for a moment when the seagull squarks heralded a new day and pulled her from her reverie. Dawn had brought a sea mist with it, shrouding the buildings of the freeport in a damp silvery glow.

Dressed in a simple woollen cotehardie and fur-mantled coat, Rohese descended the staircase to the Inn’s main hall. She approached the front desk and greeted the Innkeeper politely before handing over the linen-wrapped canvas and several pristine white envelopes.

“Please see that these are delivered as soon as possible,” she said, followed by the brightest smile she could manage so early in the morning. “Especially the canvas,” she urged, “that needs to reach [[Cairnfang Manor]] for their Art Exhibit as a matter of urgency.”

The Innkeeper nodded and managed a half-hearted grin. He glanced down, noting that the three envelopes were addressed to [[Ta'Illistim]] and mentally counted the courier costs.

“This should cover the expense,” Rohese added, placing a pouch of coins into his hand, “and please keep my room for me as I hope to be back in a week or so.”

His grin widened somewhat when he felt its weight and quickly pocketed it with an agreeable nod.

A few hours later …

The wagon was making good time as it trundled northeastwards along the muddy trail. The snow had melted in exposed areas leaving water-filled ruts that caused it to lurch from side-to-side. A particularly deep pothole jolted Rohese from her daydream, almost causing her to drop the picture locket in her hand. She had been feeling homesick lately, despite her recent tea engagement with the Lady Sayilla Javilerre and brief visit to [[Ta'Vaalor]] for their spring festival.

Rohese had warmed to Sayilla from the outset and enjoyed her company. With Esana having returned east for a while, it was good to have other elven companionship but she was a reminder of the stark contrast between her life back in [[Ta'Illistim]] and her current destination.

With a sigh of resignation, Rohese glanced around and noticed that the young man sitting opposite was looking at her. She adjusted her hood to ensure her ears were covered and cautiously smiled at him. Quickly averting his eyes, he stared sheepishly at the trees lining their route. Then, with a furrowed brow, he leaned forward to peer into the dark forest beyond. Barely any light permeated the dense evergreen canopy. Rohese watched with trepidation as his hand moved slowly to rest on the dagger sheath at his belt.

With a loud yell, Rohese’s fellow passenger tried to warn the wagoneer as a group of bandits burst from the shadows with crossbows in hand. Realising they were in imminent danger, the young man grabbed Rohese and unceremoniously pulled her from her seat and the wagon. Without explanation, he dragged her away from the ambush and into the relative safety of the trees. In the confusion, she dropped her locket but continued to run as fast as she could; the ground was uneven and she was afraid of losing her footing.

A sharp pain suddenly bit deep into her shoulder causing her to cry out and stumble forward. Her landing was softened by the snow-covered loam of the forest floor but the weight of her savior falling on top of her was too much to bear. Rohese’s last recollection was a warm red stain seeping into the cold white carpet around her before everything went black.

===Disquiet===
A light footfall entered the room and the wolf lifted a pale muzzle from its paws to watch the interlopers intently as they approached the bed. The window was open and a cool spring breeze fragranced the air with hints of petrichor and sweet-smelling herbs. Rohese's pale silver hair stirred slightly against the white linen pillow but her eyes remained closed despite the intrusion.

''Is she going to be alright?''

''Only time will tell. It was quite a few days before she was found and brought here. We’ve done all we can but, with no skilled healer, it’s not likely to be enough.''

''How is he doing?''

''He woke briefly last night but hasn’t spoken yet.''

''No one else survived the bandit attack then?''

''No, we found several bodies.''

''Who are they?''

''We have no idea! The wagon had been looted so we have no way of identifying anyone, although, we did find this in the snow nearby.''

One of the men held up a cracked driftwood locket. The voices faded as they continued their discussion in hushed tones and exited the room. The wolf resumed his sleepy vigil.

===Duty===
<pre{{log2}}>Letter to Puptilian from Tyrie of the Green Sisters, friend to Rohese.

Sir,

Forgive me for writing to you directly but I understand we have a mutual friend in the Lady Rohese Bayvel Timsh’l. She spent some time with the Green Sisters in the refugee camps last year and accompanied us to the Bleaklands on a number of occasions. She and I became quite close and she spoke fondly of you and your tireless work in Talador. I am reaching out to you because I am concerned for her well-being and I was hoping you might be able to help. We were expecting her to visit us again some months back but there has been no sign of her or word of her delay; this is unlike her and I fear the worst. If you know of her whereabouts or intentions, please could you let us know.

In the meantime, I have also had word from Inula, another friend of ours and a Daughter of Lumnis. She too was expecting a visit and has asked if you would do her the kindness of picking up on a promise Rohese made some time ago: would you be willing to attend the Ta’Illistim court on our behalf and continue to press the Argent Mirror and Council of Thrones into assisting the Empire's refugees and aiding in the recovery of Talador.

I shall not lose hope for the good Lady’s return but, in the meantime, I will endeavour to continue my work here in Talador.

Yours, in faith
Sister Tyrie
</pre>

Meanwhile, somewhere in the northern territories ...

He sat next to her bed and tentatively placed his hand over hers; it felt so fragile in his grasp. The wolf padded over to join him in his vigil. Laying his muzzle dutifully on the young man’s lap, he too stared at the pale, silver-haired elf in the hope she would stir but to no avail.

“I know, I’m worried for her too.” The man spoke quietly to his lupine companion, patting him gently on the head.

Two voices in the corridor grew louder as they approached the room and paused to continue their conversation in hushed tones outside the door.

''“We’re sending her to the Graces in the hope they can help. I’ve tended her wounds to the best of my ability but there is an evil at work here and it’s beyond my knowledge.”

“The ship leaves tomorrow. We should see about getting her ready to travel.”''

The guardian by her bedside leaned over to inspect the faint silvery scar at the base of her throat and narrowed his eyes. Rising swiftly to his feet, he headed towards the door and gestured for the wolf to stay vigilant.

“I’ll be back shortly,” he said abruptly. “I need to pack a few things so that we can go with her.”

[[Category: Essays]]

A Difficult Journey (short story)

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A Difficult Journey (short story)

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{{essay|title='''A Difficult Journey''' |author=[[Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l]]}}

First published on the 3rd day of Imaerasta in the year 5117

During an audience with the [[Argent Mirror]] in [[Koaratos]] 5117, Rohese was tasked with seeing if [[Ta'Illistim]] should consider extending further aid to those displaced in the west. This followed the [[Swan Song]] storyline based out of [[Solhaven]] in the wake of the destruction of [[Talador]] at the end of the [[Eyes of the Dawn]] storyline.

===Departure===
Rohese turned the iron key in [[Lily Manor]]'s front door and gave it a gentle tug to check it was locked. She dropped the key into the pocket of her pelisse and glanced around to ensure she was alone.

The birds were in full song, filling the courtyard with their melodic trills and heralding the start of a new day. The sun was just breaking over the horizon and she turned to watch its golden glow seep across the sky. She welcomed its warmth on her pale face. It had been a stressful few weeks and sleep had eluded her recently. The dark circles beneath her eyes were testament to how tired she felt. She had foregone rest again that night in order to write several letters, which now sat on her desk awaiting collection and despatch by her chambermaid.

With a deep breath, she firmed her resolve; the fresh morning air had invigorated her a little. ''The Mirror had asked this of her and she would not fail her sovereign''. Pulling her hood up to conceal her face - she would rather not be noticed and distracted from the task in hand - she made her way out of the gate and onto the road leading through the wooded Lower Trollfang. Following the course of the [[Locksmehr River]] and the high exterior walls of [[Wehnimer's Landing]], she slipped through the West Gate with a cursory nod to the sleepy guard and into the early morning bustle on the streets.

Reaching the southeast corner of the Town Square, she was relieved to see that a wagon was already waiting and she boarded it quickly. Apart from a couple of bruises, the journey to [[Bloodriven Village]] was without incident and she stepped out onto the muddy riverbank with the sun now high in the sky.

Lifting her skirts to avoid trailing them in the mud, she made her way carefully up and through the black iron gate. She weaved her way through the mid-morning crowds in Lyswe Court and past the buildings lining the cobbled streets. She was more determined than ever to escape notice today so she headed directly to her goal on Gloam Pike. The slipshod building was difficult to miss, it being painted in garish colours, and Rohese glanced warily around her before she entered.

A few minutes later, having acquired her purchase, she hung it around her neck and, with a nervous push, she activated it. It took all of her willpower not to scream out loud as the tiny hollow needles stabbed into her, suffusing her body with their noxious elixir. The pain was almost unbearable but it was soon over and she cautiously peered into her mirror.

<pre{{log2}}>
You see Lady [[Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l]] the Gentlewoman. 
She appears to be a Human from [[Kingdom of Hendor | Hendor]]. 
She is taller than average with a slender willowy form. She appears to be youthful. She has silver-lashed misty grey eyes and silky smooth, fair skin. She has lustrous, hip-length pale silver hair neatly collected within an umber alum-beaded snood. She has naturally glossy, rose-pink tinted lips. Peeking through her hair are dainty upswept ears tapering to fine points which enhance her fey-like countenance. 
She has an inking of a faint star constellation on her neck, and a cascade of tiny silver stars tattooed over her right eyebrow that fades into her hairline. 
She is in good shape. 
She is holding a silver-backed mirror etched with orbital moons in her right hand. 
She is wearing a metalworked withered tree talisman, a sleeveless pelisse of dove grey chamois collared in soft rabbit fur, a platinum wedding ring, a tall-collared onyx velvet bliaut with fur-lined hanging sleeves, and some tall cognac leather boots with perforated suede panels. 
</pre>

She was very aware that she was venturing into a troubled area of the Empire and was keen to avoid any issues. Despite recent developments, there were still those that upheld [[Chaston's Edict]] and wished ill on her kind. ''I will have to keep my hood up to avoid anyone seeing my ears but this illusion should help.''

Melting into the crowd, she made her way back down to the riverbank and the half-circle of wagons waiting there. ''Now to find a wagon to take me south''.

===Determination===
The wagon came to a halt in a sun-dappled clearing and the wagoner helped Rohese down. She was stiff from having spent the entire journey squashed between a rather stout, gruff-looking dwarf and a stack of awkwardly shaped crates filled with live poultry. She welcomed the chance to stretch her legs and breathe freely.

This was the first camp she had encountered. It was only a few hours ride from [[Bloodriven Village]] and was fairly small. It appeared to be a recent addition to the wooded area with only twenty or so tents erected around a crudely built, squat wooden building and a couple of fishing boats tied up at a makeshift dock on the nearby riverbank.

It was late afternoon and Rohese didn’t relish the prospect of another uncomfortable journey that day so she made her way over to the building to make enquiries about a place to sleep.

The timber-framed structure was simple in construction having only two storeys and a couple of partitioned rooms. It seemed to serve as a communal hall and inn of sorts. Rohese was pleasantly surprised at the comforts it afforded though; her room was basic but clean and the meal of freshly caught fish served that evening was delicious. She spent a pleasant hour conversing with some of the tent dwellers and learned that they were effectively the overspill from a much larger camp further along the river. They had decided to venture north and set up a quieter community of their own.

The stories they told of their loss were heartbreaking but Rohese’s spirits were uplifted a little by their optimism and desire to make the best of their circumstances. She listened to them share their recollection of the events that had unfolded in [[Talador]]: how they were forced to leave their homes with nothing but the clothes on their backs during the conflict and the countless thousands that had died in the blast that destroyed the Barony.

Some recounted the difficulties of the cold winter months they had endured in the early settlements with little to eat until the supply wagons started to arrive. Others spoke of the kindness they had personally received from the Lady [[Kasendra Chandrennin]]. They were keen to add that their dearest wish was to return home, even if that meant starting all over again in the Bleaklands. Rohese felt powerless to help them; all she could do was reassure them that, one day, it might be possible.

She cried herself to sleep that night but at least she slept; exhaustion had finally caught up with her.

The following morning, she reluctantly boarded the wagon again, this time accompanied by a mother and her two young children. The forlorn looking woman had spent the last six months travelling from camp to camp in the hope that her soldier husband had somehow escaped the atrocities and made his way to safety. As they made their way along the [[Locksmehr River]] trail, Rohese took the elder child and sat him in her lap whilst the mother nursed the baby. ''At last, something practical that I can do to help''.

===Decision===
It hadn’t stopped raining for three days but Rohese was relieved to see that it had at least reduced to a drizzle when she awoke that morning. Somewhat refreshed from her sleep and with her features still masked beneath the illusion, she ventured outside into the crowded camp.

There was a definite autumnal feeling in the air with the smell of loam and wood smoke filling her nostrils. The rain had made the ground muddy and treacherous underfoot but she picked her way carefully around the worst of the puddles and wheel ruts.

Lately she had been struck by the contrast of her time in the refugee camps and the glamour of recent weeks. [[Elanthian Fashion Week | Fashion Week]] had been a wonderful interlude but there was no escaping the harsh realities of life outside of cocktail parties and elegant balls. This brief sojourn into the imperial wilderness was a stark reminder that there was no place for silk gowns here.

At first glance the encampment seemed to be a bleak and dreary place but as the sun finally broke through the clouds and hoods were removed, Rohese could see the genuine smiles on people’s faces as they went about their business. The sound of nearby laughter caught her attention and she stepped aside just in time to see a gaggle of geese cross her path, honking and hinking as they tried to elude their keeper.

Her momentary pause was all the more fortuitous because just as Rohese was about to turn away, she overheard a snippet of conversation in which a familiar name was mentioned.

“See that they reach Puptilian, he has been waiting for these supplies.” Two guards walked past, paying no attention to Rohese standing in the doorway. “There’s another shipment on its way from the Free Port but the recent bad weather has delayed it.”

Rohese’s hand instinctively went to the talisman around her neck. She felt her illusion falter for a moment but with a gentle tug, it settled back into its genteel human countenance. Wrapping the fingers of her other hand around the soft leather pouch in her pocket, she smiled. ''Puptilian would understand why I need to do this.''

The guards continued their conversation as they headed towards the nearby watch tower. Once they were out of earshot, Rohese stepped into the Keep and up the narrow staircase to a small chamber on the first floor. She was due to meet with the [[Talador#Green_Sisters | Green Sisters]] and finalise arrangements for her journey into the Bleaklands.

===Despair===
The landscape had changed markedly in the last hour. The air was no longer filled with the sound of birdsong or the whisper of wind through the trees. A gloomy silence now hung around them, along with the lingering smell of acrid smoke.

Earlier that morning, Rohese had passed fields filled with crops ready for harvesting and orchards of trees laden with fruit ripe for picking. Her spirits had been lifted by a feeling of hope for the future. But this? This was too much to bear: a wasteland as far as the eye could see. An occasional breeze stirred the dust covering the scorched black earth, causing eddies of choking grey ash to rise and fall around them.

Kasendra’s encampment felt like a lifetime away from the devastation now laid out before her. The thousands of displaced people who had fled the horror had found refuge in the many camps scattered throughout the war-ravaged provinces east of Vornavis. They had made a start on rebuilding their lives but [[Talador]] was still their home. With the help of the [[Talador#Green Sisters | Green Sisters]], perhaps it would one day be possible to return but, faced with this reality, it seemed like a distant dream.

One of the Sisters reached over and gently squeezed Rohese’s hand. Her eyes spoke volumes and it alleviated Rohese’s despair a little. Despite her youth, the young girl that had befriended Rohese back in the camp was both kind and astute. They had talked a lot over the last couple of days and Rohese had confided in her about her true identity. Her name was Tyrie and she had spent the last six months travelling back and forth between the camps and the Bleaklands, in an attempt to restore some life to the once lush Barony. [[Talador]] had been her childhood home and, despite her perpetual smile, it was clear that she was still moved by the events of last year.

The wagon eventually came to a halt at the bottom of a shallow valley just as drops of rain started to fall from the dark clouds overhead. Remnants of an ancient oak wood were visible through the undulating piles of ash with skeletal arm-like boughs of fallen trees reaching upwards. A sepulchral silence pervaded the area where the trees no longer stood. Nothing stirred, nothing sang, and nothing shone.

Rohese climbed down and joined the Sisters as they began to clear an area of ground. They worked steadily for a few hours to lift away the debris, not letting the sporadic rain showers hinder their progress. Beneath a pile of charred and broken wood, they found a small patch of sickly yellow grass. Turning their attention to the only sign of life in that whole area, they tended it with water and herbal nutrients. Rohese knew this was the spot she had been looking for.

Taking care not to damage the grass, she knelt on the ground and reached inside her pelisse for the soft leather pouch. She loosened the drawstring to reveal a handful of wrinkled brown acorns. Prior to embarking on this journey, Rohese had made a point of collecting acorns from both the [[House Sylvanfair | Sylvanfair]] tree in [[Wehnimer's Landing]] and the Oak Grove surrounding the [[Ta'Illistim]] Manse. It seemed only fitting to plant them here.

Bringing them to her lips, she reverently kissed each in turn before gently pushing them into the damp, grassy earth. Sister Tyrie joined her and together they said a prayer over the planted seeds. A single tear tracked down Rohese’s dirt-smudged cheek and landed on the hallowed ground. The clouds parted for the first time that day and a pale yellow sun could be seen hanging low in the sky. ''Perhaps [[Lumnis]] and [[Imaera]] had heard their prayer and would bless this ground with a new woodland in the years to come.''

Tyrie and Rohese rose to their feet and wordlessly hugged each other. Tyrie was still smiling and it was Rohese’s turn to do the same.

===Dawning===
Dawn had always been her favourite time of day; it heralded new beginnings. Rohese sat on the grassy hillside to watch the sun rise and allowed her thoughts to wander. The golden wash of sunshine broke over the misty horizon and flooded the meadow below with its nourishing warmth. As the burgeoning light crept towards her, she felt refreshed and invigorated. ''I wonder what joys and sorrows today has in store for me?''

Rising to her feet, Rohese straightened her gown. She barely noticed the creases, grass stains, and damp patches anymore. A couple of weeks ago, she would have been horrified at the thought of such shabby attire but it didn’t seem to matter somehow. With a beatific smile, she walked back into the encampment and acknowledged the kind greeting of the gate guards. She had become a familiar face now and, whilst she still missed home, she no longer felt bereft of friends.

She hadn't taken more than a dozen steps through the gate when she was met by a courier. Handing over a folded sheet of matte black paper, he darted away to make another delivery. Rohese opened the letter and wrinkled her nose as a faint scent of manure wafted up from its surface.

Holding the offending sheet as far away from her nose as possible, she quickly scanned the neat lines of text and smiled to herself. Heartfire had clearly found someone to read her letter and duly scribe a response for him. Naamit had cleverly squeezed his rather long dictated reply into every available space and had even managed to capture his little endearing nuances. ''Pick up some kitten pie from the [[Pie Shop]], indeed''.

Just as she folded the letter and tucked it into her pocket, she felt a gentle tug at her skirts and looked down into a pair of familiar brown eyes. It was the little boy she had held on her lap during the initial wagon journey to the camp. A grubby hand reached up to take hers and led her over to a nearby cluster of tents. Following the child with amused curiosity, she discovered his mother seated on a low stool, in the process of milking a goat. Standing next to her was a dark-complected man with the same brown eyes and a baby in his arms.

“Da-da!” The little boy beamed brightly at Rohese, and pointed towards the man who chuckled and nodded. “Yes, son, “I’m your da-da,” he replied, ruffling the little boy’s hair.

Rohese was invited to break bread with the family but politely declined. Despite everything she had experienced lately, she still kept to her daytime fasting regime. She did, however, accept a cup of the freshly drawn goat’s milk and sat with them whilst they joyfully recounted the story of their long-awaited reunion.

Amid all of the joviality, however, Rohese noticed that the little boy kept tugging roughly at the slightly pointed tip of his ear. Pulling him into her lap, she asked him why he was deliberately hurting himself. As the tears welled up in the little boy’s eyes, his father pushed back his black hair, tucking it behind a sharply pointed ear, and Rohese understood.

“Are you teased because of your ears?” she gently asked the little boy, who nodded and tugged angrily at them once more.

“Shall I let you into a secret?” she whispered quietly to him and he nodded again.

Rohese pulled at her talisman, causing the illusion around her to drop, and pushed back the hood of her pelisse to reveal the fine points of her own ears peeking through her pale silver hair. The little boys eyes widened and he reached up to touch them. Flinging his arms around her neck, he kissed her cheek and, with a wide grin, he squirmed out of her lap to join a group of boys who were chasing a plump of ducks. Both parents simply smiled at her and poured more milk into her cup. This humble gesture was enough to reassure Rohese that, no matter what, she was welcome amongst them.

Sipping her milk, she watched the merriment of the children at play and thought about Heartfire having to seek help to read and write. It suddenly dawned on her. Now she knew how she could make a difference. The children were the future and the one thing she understood, more than anything else, was the importance of education; as did her beloved [[Argent Mirror]]. She was suddenly excited about all of the opportunities that were now before her. She had so many ideas tumbling around in her head about how she could take this forward. It would be asking a lot of people at home but she had faith in their desire to help too. ''Today was a joyous day.''

===Daughter===
The light sound of knocking at the door broke Rohese’s meditation. She rose to her feet to open it and was greeted by Tyrie who was smiling widely even as she apologised profusely for having disturbed her.

“Come with me! There’s someone I’d like you to meet,” she announced, leading Rohese eagerly down the narrow stairs.

Wending their way past the clusters of tents, wagons, and animal pens, Tyrie guided her towards a large cream pavilion on the outskirts of the encampment and ducked through the flap.

Despite it being mid-morning, the interior was illuminated by an array of beeswax candles and the air carried the scent of honey and chamomile. Rohese breathed deeply of the familiar aroma and immediately felt calmed; it reminded her of the [[Library Aies]] back in [[Ta'Illistim]] with its dimly-lit hallways and beeswax polished wood panelling.

Standing at a nearby table, with her back to them both, was a strikingly tall woman dressed in a hooded cloak of vibrantly coloured feathers. Hearing Tyrie and Rohese enter, she turned and walked towards them. Taking both of Rohese’s hands in her own, she bent to rest her forehead on them by way of a greeting.

“I am so pleased to meet you,” she remarked quietly, pushing her hood back to reveal a shock of white hair cut close to her head. “Tyrie has told me so much about you.” The lower portion of her face was concealed by a swathe of white silk but her blue eyes reflected a warm smile and a friendly disposition.

Rohese was rather taken aback but Tyrie was quick to explain that Inula was one of the [[Orders of the Turamzzyrian_Empire#The Daughters of Lumnis | Daughters of Lumnis]]. On hearing about Rohese and her plans, she had requested to meet with her.

“You two have a lot to talk about, I’m sure!” Tyrie declared, kissing both women on the cheek and disappearing back through the flap. Inula laughed lightly and gestured to Rohese to sit.

It was dusk by the time Tyrie returned to find the two women still engaged in conversation and surrounded by a pile of open books and empty teacups.

“I’ve arranged for the wagon to take you to [[Vornavis]] in the morning, as requested,” Tyrie said to Rohese, who rose to her feet and nodded in appreciation.

With no word of explanation, Inula offered Rohese a length of airy white silk, similar to her own, and pressed it affectionately into her hands. Rohese closed her eyes for a moment and, making a silent vow to Lumnis, she fixed the veil across the lower part of her face. ''It was time to get to work. It was time to go home''.

===Devotion===
Rohese stepped through the door of the [[Lumnis]]’ Temple and into the comforting glow of the sconces lining the walls of the Hall of Light. Breathing a sigh of relief, she pushed back her hood and removed the white silk veil from her face. Her measured footfall was muffled by the plush woven rugs covering the marble floor as she made her way purposefully towards the gilded spiral staircase and ascended it.

Continuing past the Pool of Thought, Rohese avoided the temptation to admire the artistry of the ceiling and entered the rotunda at the far end. The Sanctuary of the Journey was one of the most beautiful chambers in the Temple so this time she allowed herself a moment to pause and appreciate the frieze on the entablature overhead. It depicted a journey of trials, sorrows and victories; all the more poignant since her own recent difficult journey.

As well as the impressive architectural sculptures, the chamber also housed a stone altar. Rohese slowly climbed the blue marble steps, mouthing a prayer of blessing for the displaced people of [[Talador]] with each footstep. Reaching the Altar of Illumination, she lit a pale ivory chamomile candle and placed it reverently among the votives. The flame flickered slightly on a small draft but steadied to illuminate the shadows with its soft golden glow. To the side, a shallow granite bowl, filled with smoldering sandalwood embers, emitted curling tendrils of perfumed smoke into the air.

Rohese inhaled deeply and felt at peace for the first time in weeks. The combination of a good night’s sleep in her Ebondrift marital bed and the bracing sea air of the Free Port had helped but, most of all, she was just happy to be back in the hallowed halls of her Lady’s Temple.

''Help me to walk in your light and live my life with wisdom and understanding''. With a final benediction, Rohese clasped her hands in a reverent gesture and headed back down the stairs. Stepping into the [[Solhaven]] sunlight, she fixed the white silk veil back across her mouth and began the last stage of her journey; the one that would finally take her home to [[Ta'Illistim]].

===Deliberation===
<pre{{log2}}>
Inside a stiff white envelope are two sheets of faintly watermarked vellum, each bearing the Bayvel family crest.

Lord Aeriadrn Ghaeriden Illistim
Office of the Seneschal
[[Ta'Illistim]] Keep
25th day of Imaerasta, in the year 5117

Seneschal,

I was charged by our illustrious [[Argent Mirror]] to look into the possibility of extending further aid to those still displaced in the west. I have therefore spent the last few weeks visiting encampments and trading posts established around the northern regions of the [[Turamzzyrian Empire]].

I took the opportunity to live among the camp communities and spoke with members of the religious organizations endeavoring to restore life to the former Barony of [[Talador]]. I am relieved to report that, due to the generosity of many benefactors and fortitude of the refugees, most of their needs are being met. Preparations are well underway for the winter: supplies continue to be forthcoming from the imperial provinces and this year’s harvest looks to be bountiful.

I also visited the haunting wasteland, referred to as the Bleaklands, and witnessed for myself the devastation unleashed upon the territory. Words cannot begin to explain what I saw but work is underway to heal the land; optimism prevails and I believe it will endure.

Whilst I do not deem further aid in terms of provisions to be necessary at this time, I do have a proposal for the Council of Thrones to consider. It is my belief that the children are the ones who suffer most from the deeds of their ancestors; they are the future of the Empire and one thing they are lacking at the moment, because of their displacement, is a structured education. It is through education that we can hopefully prevent a repeat of this regretful situation.

With the Argent Mirror’s permission, I would like to propose a collaborative effort whereby we ask the Shining City’s citizens and residents to assist us in gathering appropriate supplies (books, writing materials, scientific instruments, maps etc.) and possibly even the necessary scholars and teachers. I would also suggest that, due to their proximity, we reach out to the Head teachers of both the Landing’s [[Wellington Home]] and [[Solhaven]]’s Triton Day School to assist us with the provision of these resources. I willingly offer my services to the Council in that regard.

I await the Mirror’s deliberation and have the honor to be her most humble and obedient servant.

High Lady Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l
Scrivener of [[Ta'Illistim]] and Patron of the Displaced
</pre>

Pulling her brush through her pale silver hair one last time, Rohese turned her attention to the outfit laid out on her bed. Her chambermaid had chosen a rather ostentatious gown, which might have been appropriate under different circumstances but today was not about making an impression; it was about making a difference.

The discussions over tea with the [[Argent Mirror]] this morning had the potential to change a lot of young lives. Her thoughts turned a little melancholy as she was reminded yet again of her inability to have children of her own but it made her all the more determined to see that others were cared for.

Returning the gown to the linen press, Rohese pulled out a plain white cotehardie and a modest surcote. ''Something less glamorous, I think''. Once dressed, she deftly gathered her hair into a loose top knot, skewering it with a pair of pearl-tipped driftwood hairsticks to keep it tidy, and draped a silk veil across her face. She had become accustomed to wearing the veil and smiled beneath it as she was reminded of her meeting last month with the Daughters of [[Lumnis]].

Stepping into the Solar, she picked up her journal from the desk but paused for a moment. ''No. It must come from the heart today and not my notes''. She replaced the journal and picked up the envelope containing several promissory notes instead. The generosity of the Vaalorian people had moved her. Lady Nihrvanah had worked tirelessly over the last few weeks to raise awareness in the fortress. Rohese would see that the funds raised during the [[Autumnal Glory Festival]], along with the personal donation of Mayor [[Cruxophim]], were forwarded the Loremasters to aid in their efforts. Word had also reached Rohese that educational resources were already being boxed and shipped west, which pleased her enormously.

She made her way downstairs to see a pile of book-filled boxes stacked by the door – along with a selection of rather dubious looking pies.

“I see Heartfire stopped by in the night,” she remarked to the maid clearing out the fireplace who simply laughed and nodded.

Rohese stepped outside into the autumn sunlight and breathed in the crisp clean air. With a final glance over her outfit, she headed out of the manse gate and made her way towards the [[Ta'Illistim]] Keep. ''Our work is just beginning''.

====Roundtable Discussions====
With a second winter looming, Rohese’s thoughts had turned once more to the northern Baronies of the [[Turamzzyrian Empire]] and the refugee encampments she had recently visited. Despite the reassurances of the camp leaders that their basic needs were being met, she was concerned about the continuity of much-needed supply runs during the coldest months. Once the snows came, there was no guarantee that the wagons could get even through.

Yesterday's round table discussion with the [[Argent Mirror]] and many other concerned parties had settled her mind somewhat. The [[Council of Thrones]] had finally agreed it was time to extend significant aid to the west. It was long overdue, in Rohese's opinion, but she also understood about the complexity of court politics, especially where the Empire was involved.

[[Myasara Illistim|Myasara]]'s determination to be the advocate for change was encouraging but it was likely to cause ripples of dissent throughout the Nations. Her declaration about reaching out to the rulers of all the elven noble houses with a view to engaging with the Emperor was radical but necessary if a concerted effort was to be made to bring relief and support to the displaced.

Rohese ran through the salient points of the meeting in her mind to try and prioritise them. It was more important than ever now to ensure everything was being done as expeditiously as possible.

* At the [[Argent Mirror]]'s request, she had agreed to serve as ambassador and lead a small party of representatives to meet with the Baron [[Dunrith Malwind]]. She had managed to convince her good friend Siierra to accompany her as her knowledge of herbal lore would be vital; not to mention her possible connection with the [[Talador#Green_Sisters | Green Sisters]] and their work in the [[Talador]] Bleaklands. Renowned for her steadfast demeanor and professionalism, Esana, High Priestess of House [[Vaalor]], had been persuaded to join them. In addition, Maiden Tyrrah had also offered to come along. Her experience with the [[Wellington Home]] orphans would be invaluable.
* The [[Argent Mirror]] would write to the Baron to inform him of her plans and set up the meeting.
* As a matter of courtesy and diplomacy, the Lady Riend had offered to write to members of both the [[Order of the Azure Sun]] and [[Order of the Silver Gryphon]] to keep them abreast of the situation and to serve as a formal introduction of the [[Argent Mirror]]'s representatives. Both Sir Bristenn and Sir Cryheart would make ideal advocates in the Imperial Court and Rohese looked forward to renewing their acquaintance.
* As part of an extensive re-building programme, the [[Argent Mirror]] had instructed Commander [[Murstyr Javilerre]] of the [[Sapphire Guard]] to organize the gathering of timber from the surrounding woodlands and forests, as well as its shipment across the [[Dragonspine Mountains]]. In addition, stone was being collected and transported by the giant clans in the North. The Artificers were on standby.
* The crates in both Briarstone Court and Hanging Gardens would be regularly emptied to allow for the continued donation of education supplies such as books, quills, and scientific apparatus. Larger scale donation drives were to be considered as Archales was concerned about the possible overflow from the crates. Shipments would be sent as soon as agreements had been made with the Baron.
* Ceyrin had offered to renew his correspondence with the Right Honorable Her Ladyship Baroness Delphinuria Hochstib in the hope of smoothing any ruffled imperial feathers. He was also persuaded, albeit reluctantly, to accompany the ladies west.

Rohese sighed heavily and reached for her quill and parchment. There was much to do in preparation with the added distraction of both the [[Ta'Illistim Grand Arts Gala 2017|Ta'Illistim Art Gala]] this weekend and the [[Elanthian Conclave]] at the end of the month.

====Tensions in the Bayvel-Timsh’l Household====
"I’m not happy about this, Rohese." Sighisoara furrowed his brow and leaned back in his chair with a heavy sigh.

Seeing how upset she had become, he rose and took both of her hands in his. In an attempt to reason with her, he adopted a more conciliatory tone.

"I appreciate why you have agreed to lead the delegation but you must surely understand my concern? You know that I am at a crucial stage in my research and cannot leave [[Ta'Illistim]] to accompany you."

Rohese nodded and regarded him with deep affection.

"I have to do this. Even if the [[Argent Mirror]] hadn’t requested it of me, I would have gone on my own volition. If you’d only seen those encampments for yourself ... and the children ..."

Her voice caught and she averted her gaze to avoid him seeing the tears welling in her eyes. Sensing defeat, Sighisoara exhaled. Lifting her chin with his finger, he stared pointedly at her.

"I will let you go on one condition," he reluctantly conceded. "You must stay with Lady Esana Lartuen-Ilynov at all times and send regular letters to let me know you are safe. The slightest hint of any hostility from those imperials and I will insist you return home immediately."

Rohese was somewhat taken aback by the seriousness of his manner; he had never raised any objections to her philanthropic work in the past but his stance on this matter had put her on edge. ''Perhaps it was folly. Was she being naïve in believing they could make a difference?''

"I will instruct the staff to prepare the Ebondrift house for you." Sighisoara continued, turning to sit back at his desk. Rohese rested her hand on his arm.

"No need, my love. Do not trouble them as Hospitallier [[Dirra]] has already sent word that she has secured chambers in the [[Solhaven]] Inn for us all.” In an effort to appease him, she quickly added, “I think it would be safer if we stayed together and under the protection of the [[Order of the Azure Sun]]."

Leaning in close to him, she kissed him tenderly on the cheek.

"I promise to be mindful and do nothing to put myself or members of my party in danger.” She sighed wistfully. “I wish you could come with us but I do understand."

In an effort to lighten the mood, Rohese added casually, "I would like to purchase a new piece of art before I leave though." Wrinkling her nose, she inwardly breathed a sigh of relief as she saw a grin break across her husband’s face.

"Whatever you wish, pixie," he chuckled, kissing her in return and seating himself back at his desk.

Rohese's thoughts turned to other more frivolous matters while she had the chance. ''Now to decide what to wear to the art exhibition''!

====One Step Forward====
The window seat afforded a perfect view of the Manse courtyard and Glydemar Forest beyond. Rohese read Puptilian's letter again and gazed out of the window at the oak trees. The blaze of autumnal color had now faded to a muted palette of brown and yellow as the remaining leaves clung tenaciously to the spindly boughs of the trees. Fall was surrendering to winter’s gentle incursion in the [[Elven Nations]] and her thoughts drifted to the encampments across the mountains.

Puptilian’s plea reminded her of the difficult journey she had undertaken through the northern baronies of the [[Turamzzyrian Empire]] and the privations she had witnessed for herself. That was earlier in the year though and winter was not usually so forgiving in the west. Harsh snows and freezing temperatures were likely to cause difficulties with supply runs. If the rumors of unnatural fog at sea and the looming threat of war in [[Wehnimer's Landing]] were also true, it would be the refugees that would suffer the most.

Rohese sighed. ''One step forward, two steps back''. Plans for the diplomatic visit to the Barony of [[Vornavis]] were well underway and, while she understood the need for protocol, she was eager to make a start. ''They need our help now, more than ever''!

Lady Riend Ar'Fiernel had made contact with Sir Cryheart Thaxin and Sir Bristenn Mires to serve as advocates in the Imperial Court. Rohese had since received word from Hospitallier Dirra Crawfinn that suites had been reserved for the party in the [[Solhaven]] Inn. First Legionnaire Esana Lartuen-Ilynov Vaalor had gained the Crown’s approval to represent House [[Vaalor]] and duly undertaken to commission training weapons. Crates around [[Ta'Illistim]] were being filled with donations of educational resources and other supplies. Wood was being gathered from nearby sources to be shipped west as soon as possible.

Turning her attention back to Puptilian’s letter, Rohese pondered his request. ''I will see that this is raised at the next roundtable with the [[Argent Mirror]]. In the meantime, I will speak to Siierra, she will know what to do''.

Leaving the comfort of the cushioned seat, she rose to her feet and placed the letter on the growing pile to be answered. The household was stirring and there were other chores to be done first.

====Poetry is the Raising of Consciousness====
Rohese ran her finger lovingly across the collection of books stacked neatly on the high shelf. Some were so old that the flimsy spines and covers were scarcely able to contain their precious contents and the titles were faded beyond recognition. ''It's here somewhere, I know it is''. She paused and pulled out a slim doeskin-covered grimoire entitled "Green Witchcraft". Quickly scanning the beautifully illustrated pages within, she smiled to herself. ''This might be of interest to Siierra and Puptilian''. Slipping the book into her pocket, she resumed her search.

Climbing higher on the stepladder, she reached up to the topmost shelf and retrieved a small silk-wrapped bundle. She gazed fondly at the small volume nestled in the palm of her hand and carefully opened it. It was one of her most prized possessions but she knew it would probably help with their cause. Stepping down, she sat on a nearby chair and took a moment to peruse a few passages of the ancient elvish prose. Time had certainly taken its toll on the book; the pale silvery text filling the tissue-thin pages within was barely legible but she couldn’t fail to be moved by the poetry of one of her most beloved Illistimi sister-elves.

Grand-daughter of [[Linsandrych Illistim]], [[Adonethwen Illistim]] was fourth in the dynastic line of [[Argent Mirror]]s and the reason Rohese had joined the [[Order of Lorekeepers]]. She was renowned for her poetry; most notably the sestina. ''Surely the Baron would appreciate the significance of this gift and the message it conveys?''

Closing the book, Rohese rose to her feet and glanced about her. She would miss the tranquility of her library but she couldn’t delay her journey any longer. Baron [[Dunrith Malwind]] had been made aware of their coming and, with the new year on the horizon, it was time to get back to work.

A few hours later ...

Rohese tucked the books into the folds of a velvet gown and closed the lid of her small trunk. Securing the buckles, she called for her chambermaid and gave her some last-minute instructions. Then, donning her longcoat, she stepped outside into the chilly, early morning air and headed west.

===Diplomacy===
Rohese climbed down from the wagon and handed over the last few silvers in her pocket as a thank you. With her hood up, she weaved her way through the crowds in the North Market and slipped unnoticed into the [[Solhaven]] Inn. She was weary and muddy from travelling but determined to do a few things before she could allow herself the luxury of taking a bath.

Closing the door on her well-appointed chambers with a sigh of relief, she shrugged her way out of her cloak and hung it on a nearby hook, noting that it was in need of a few repairs. I must seek out a reputable seamstress if I am to stay warm and dry this winter. She closed her eyes and shivered as she was reminded of the relentless rain and sleet she had encountered in the wilds over the last few days.

Despite the bad weather, the Lady Elviel had made her stay at the north [[Talador]] outpost very comfortable and she had enjoyed her company. Although slight in appearance, it was clear that the Sylvan leader of the settlement had an inner strength and was steadfast in her resolve to make a difference. Rohese was keen to do all she could to help too. They spoke at length about the problems faced on a daily basis in the area and Rohese shared her thoughts about the recent audience with the Baron. Before leaving at dawn that morning, Rohese embraced her warmly and reassured Elviel that the [[Argent Mirror]] was equally determined to lend her support. She promised to return soon – and hopefully not empty handed.

Seating herself at the small table in her room, Rohese reached for her much-loved stationery box and began writing a few brief letters. Applying her wax seal to the final envelope, she scanned the familiar names on them and hurried downstairs to catch the evening courier. She mulled over the content of the missives and hoped they would reach their respective destinations in time.

Content in the knowledge that she had done all she could for now, her thoughts finally turned to a bath, a bowl of broth, and perhaps some tea with Esana before bedtime.

===Dreaming===
(Silent Tears) 

Thick snowflakes swirled around her, obscuring her vision. Rohese pulled her fur-mantled coat tightly around her and pressed forward through the blizzard. She had no idea where she was going or who she was looking for but there was a sense of urgency in her search. It was bitterly cold and she was lost. She called out in the vain hope that someone would hear her cry for help but, whether it was a silent plea or her words were simply lost on the wind, she went unheard. Her desperate tears froze on her cheeks.

Surrounded by stacks of boxes and crates, Rohese felt overwhelmed by the generosity of the [[Elven Nations]]. She watched as each was opened by a group of [[Solhaven]] volunteers only to reveal that they were all empty. She stood in shock as they turned to face her, pointing accusatory fingers and making disparaging remarks. She opened her mouth to try and explain but no words were forthcoming. Feeling the walls close in on her, she did her best to hold back tears of humiliation.

Standing in the bottom of a shallow valley on the outskirts of the [[Talador]] Bleaklands, Rohese was surrounded by undulated piles of grey ash and skeletal arm-like boughs of fallen trees. Bathed in a shaft of golden sunlight, a lone tree stood in middle of the devastation, its low hanging branches laden with ripe fruit. Plucking a rosy red apple, Rohese bit into it but watched in horror as the apple turned black in her hand and her mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood. She screamed but no sound could be heard.

A barrage of images continued to assault her senses as if her memories were fighting for attention: the lifeless body of a little boy with dark brown eyes cradled in the arms of his grieving father faded to reveal her friend, Inula, standing in a room filled with candles. Reaching out to hug her, she disintegrated into a cloud of brightly colored feathers.

Rohese whimpered and stirred in her sleep. Sighisoara pulled her into his embrace and murmured, “Another bad dream, pixie?”

Rohese woke with a start and reached out for her husband, only to find the other side of her bed was cold and unoccupied.

She wept silent tears.

===Disappearance===

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a minimalist matte grey landscape ~ Grey, the epitome of non-statement, covers the entire canvas in a lusterless finish. The careful application of darker toned paint and feathered brushstrokes add shadow and texture, defining depth and distance in the landscape. In isolated contrast to the non-descript background, and central to the minimalist composition, is a tiny whorl of vivid green, the sapling seeming to unfurl through undulations of ash. Closer inspection of the light and shade beneath the seedling reveals a pair of cupped hands.
“Hope, 5118” by Rohese Bayvel-Timsh’l</pre>

Rohese put the finishing touches to her painting and stepped back to scrutinize her work. She contemplated the bleak landscape portrayed on the canvas in grey oils and sighed. ''I wish Puptilian could see it, I think he would approve''. Reaching for the rag hanging on the side of her easel, she wiped her brush clean and placed it alongside the others in her paintbox. She was conscious of the time, knowing that she only had a few hours before dawn and her departure. ''No matter, I will see him soon enough anyway and I can tell him all about it''. Stifling a yawn, she carefully wrapped the canvas in linen and propped it against the small trunk at the foot of her bed.

Turning her attention to the trunk itself, she added the last few items she would need for her journey. It was still cold in the outlying regions of [[Talador]] and Rohese knew from experience that the camps had few of the home comforts she was used to. Laying her gown out ready for the morning, she climbed into bed and finally succumbed to her exhaustion.

It seemed like she was only asleep for a moment when the seagull squarks heralded a new day and pulled her from her reverie. Dawn had brought a sea mist with it, shrouding the buildings of the freeport in a damp silvery glow.

Dressed in a simple woollen cotehardie and fur-mantled coat, Rohese descended the staircase to the Inn’s main hall. She approached the front desk and greeted the Innkeeper politely before handing over the linen-wrapped canvas and several pristine white envelopes.

“Please see that these are delivered as soon as possible,” she said, followed by the brightest smile she could manage so early in the morning. “Especially the canvas,” she urged, “that needs to reach [[Cairnfang Manor]] for their Art Exhibit as a matter of urgency.”

The Innkeeper nodded and managed a half-hearted grin. He glanced down, noting that the three envelopes were addressed to [[Ta'Illistim]] and mentally counted the courier costs.

“This should cover the expense,” Rohese added, placing a pouch of coins into his hand, “and please keep my room for me as I hope to be back in a week or so.”

His grin widened somewhat when he felt its weight and quickly pocketed it with an agreeable nod.

A few hours later …

The wagon was making good time as it trundled northeastwards along the muddy trail. The snow had melted in exposed areas leaving water-filled ruts that caused it to lurch from side-to-side. A particularly deep pothole jolted Rohese from her daydream, almost causing her to drop the picture locket in her hand. She had been feeling homesick lately, despite her recent tea engagement with the Lady Sayilla Javilerre and brief visit to [[Ta'Vaalor]] for their spring festival.

Rohese had warmed to Sayilla from the outset and enjoyed her company. With Esana having returned east for a while, it was good to have other elven companionship but she was a reminder of the stark contrast between her life back in [[Ta'Illistim]] and her current destination.

With a sigh of resignation, Rohese glanced around and noticed that the young man sitting opposite was looking at her. She adjusted her hood to ensure her ears were covered and cautiously smiled at him. Quickly averting his eyes, he stared sheepishly at the trees lining their route. Then, with a furrowed brow, he leaned forward to peer into the dark forest beyond. Barely any light permeated the dense evergreen canopy. Rohese watched with trepidation as his hand moved slowly to rest on the dagger sheath at his belt.

With a loud yell, Rohese’s fellow passenger tried to warn the wagoneer as a group of bandits burst from the shadows with crossbows in hand. Realising they were in imminent danger, the young man grabbed Rohese and unceremoniously pulled her from her seat and the wagon. Without explanation, he dragged her away from the ambush and into the relative safety of the trees. In the confusion, she dropped her locket but continued to run as fast as she could; the ground was uneven and she was afraid of losing her footing.

A sharp pain suddenly bit deep into her shoulder causing her to cry out and stumble forward. Her landing was softened by the snow-covered loam of the forest floor but the weight of her savior falling on top of her was too much to bear. Rohese’s last recollection was a warm red stain seeping into the cold white carpet around her before everything went black.

===Disquiet===
A light footfall entered the room and the wolf lifted a pale muzzle from its paws to intently watch the interlopers as they approached the bed. The window was open and a cool spring breeze fragranced the air with hints of petrichor and sweet-smelling herbs. Rohese's pale silver hair stirred slightly against the white linen pillow but her eyes remained closed despite the intrusion.

''Is she going to be alright?''

''Only time will tell. It was quite a few days before she was found and brought here. We’ve done all we can but, with no skilled healer, it’s not likely to be enough.''

''How is he doing?''

''He woke briefly last night but hasn’t spoken yet.''

''No one else survived the bandit attack then?''

''No, we found several bodies.''

''Who are they?''

''We have no idea! The wagon had been looted so we have no way of identifying anyone, although, we did find this in the snow nearby.''

One of the men held up a cracked driftwood locket. The voices faded as they continued their discussion in hushed tones and exited the room. The wolf resumed his sleepy vigil.

[[Category: Essays]]

Elanthian Vogue/Koaratos 5118

2018-07-04T21:05:07Z

CHIVERST: /* Hot Property and Hot Picks */

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==This Month's Edition==

Editor: The Editorial Team in the absence of [[Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l]]

==Editor's Thoughts==

[[Elanthian Vogue]] is the home of fashion insights and cultural appreciation. From the latest trends at court and style tips, to interviews with notable public figures or celebrities, we hope that our content informs and inspires. If you enjoy our publications, please let us know and share with your friends. We welcome feedback, suggestions, and articles for future editions.

With the imminent return of our Editor, we have a bumper edition for you this month that builds on our recent articles concerning self-love and focuses on well-being. Koaratos sees the return of the long-running [[Midsummer Night's Festival]] to the Monsoon Jungle on the [[Isle of the Four Winds]] and we have a sneak peek at what [[FashionCon 5118]] has in store for you. We also take a closer look at [[Flashfeet's Fine Fashions]] following its recent refurbishment and, staying in the frozen north, we feature an exclusive interview with another Elanthian luminary: Icemule’s new Mayor, Tawariell Andrenae.

Enjoy!

Editorial Team

==Wealth and Well-Being==

It sometimes feels as if we’re all just running from place to place rarely pausing to draw breath let alone stop and chat with someone. We’re all so busy with our daily lives, whether that is focusing on guild tasks, accumulating wealth, or simply trying to survive, that we often forget to take stock of our well-being. When was the last time you stopped to smell the roses? Literally and metaphorically.

Well-being is the state of being comfortable, healthy or happy and that can mean different things to different people. It is a personal measure of satisfaction that can be achieved in any number of ways but there are some that are more easily realized than others. Whilst we would all secretly like to have a more silvers in the bank or skills accredited with the guilds, there are other ways of achieving a sense of well-being.

It is never too late to learn a new skill. The time spent alone in the [[Forging |forge]], or [[alchemy]] and [[cobbling]] workshops is the perfect opportunity to escape the worries of the day and reflect on your recent experiences. If you’re looking for something a little less taxing but equally rewarding, then why not try your hand at [[fletching]]; find yourself a quiet spot and hone your skills with a dagger, some feathers and a pot of glue.

Taking up a hobby is a good way of relaxing and needn’t involve a large outlay. It only takes a few hundred silvers to purchase some [[knitting needles]] and yarn. Alternatively, you could acquire a few simple tools, forage for some flowers or leaves, and have a go at [[weaving]]. For those who are more creatively minded, there is always painting, sketching, or [[write | writing]]; an [[Artist's Easel | easel]], a paintbrush, a quill and a piece of paper are the perfect outlets for poetic or artistic expression.

Have you visited your local library, temple, garden or [[fishing]] pond lately? A little quiet solitude does wonders for your state of mind and the benefits of meditation are well documented. Grab yourself a candle, some incense and a mat, or a fishing rod and some bait and disappear for a while.

And if it’s physical relaxation you’re after, then why not pamper yourself in the local bathhouse, mud bath, or hot springs. Find out where your nearest facilities are and let the warm water soak away all your troubles.

==Summer and Trees and Sprites. Oh My!==
This month sees the return of the [[Midsummer Night's Festival]] to its magical home in the Monsoon Jungle. Renowned for their warm welcome, the woodland sprites will surely have plenty of surprises in store for visitors again if past years’ festivities are anything to go by!

Climbing the grooves, ropes, boughs, and vines to reach the grove’s leafy platforms is an ideal way to spend a week away from mundane activities and the bustle of busy towns. Take some time out to focus on your well-being and enjoy the wares on offer in the temporary wagons, tents, and tree hollows. The clearing also boasts a raging bonfire for those who wish to socialize or simply draw comfort from the heat of the flames.

==Liaison to Luminary==
Tawariell Andrenae is no stranger to the residents of [[Icemule Trace]] having moved there from [[Wehnimer's Landing]] some years ago. Despite the town’s glacial environs and recent [[The Troubles | "Troubles"]], this unassuming half-sylvan had no qualms about making Icemule her home, thanks to the warm welcome she received on arrival.

Becoming a citizen herself, she was keen to repay that kindness to the community and soon made her mark as an Officer of [[White Haven]]; one of the [[Co-operative Houses of Elanthia]]. Liaison Tawariell was – and still is - a firm believer in the strengths of joint working so it was inevitable that she would announce her candidacy for Mayor; she was duly elected to office last month.

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I stand for Hope, Service and Wisdom
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Tawariell’s manifesto centered around a desire to see progress: rebuilding the town’s defenses, businesses, prosperity, and diplomatic relations, as well as coming to a pragmatic resolution with the self-proclaimed sovereign, Queen Daukhera Darkflorr.

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You see Mayor Tawariell Andrenae the Luminary of Icemule Trace.
She appears to be a Half-Sylvan. She is of a middling height. She appears to be in the spring of life. She has expressive, feathery-lashed pale spring-green eyes and youthful, apricot-kissed creamy skin. She has lengthy, copper-streaked carnelian-hued hair piled high atop her head in a haphazard bun pinned with an iridescent creamy white moonflower. She has a pair of tucked sylvan ears offsetting her subtly rounded face, a liberal smattering of freckles across her cheeks and nose and a discolored birthmark under her collarbone resembling a mottled oak leaf. She boasts a thick, curvy frame enhanced by mild muscle that belies her otherwise elven appearance. She has silver-frosted wintry white enamel brushed onto her slim fingernails.
She has a trio of rainbow moonstone hoops fringed by thin silver chains in the ridges of both her ears, a tattoo of a whimsical spiral of pastel crescent moons on her ear, a silvery fog-swirled thunderstone ring in her left nostril, a colorful bird tattoo on her neck, a heart shaped cupcake tattoo on her bicep, an extremely rotund panda tattoo on her wrist, and a length of honeysuckle tattoo on her leg.
She is in good shape. She is wearing a gold rose-patterned locket, a prismatic crystalline snowflake threaded on a fine silver chain, a pale silvery spidersilk duster, an opaline snowball pin, a pale silvery spidersilk gown, a moonstone studded ring, and some pale silver spidersilk high-heeled boots buckled with balenite.
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Being a predominantly [[halfling]] settlement, Tawariell is taller than most of the electorate - though not so tall that she appears aloof - and is classically beautiful. With her fiery red mane, it is no wonder that she turns heads in the icy streets but there is a lot more to this half-sylvan than meets the eye. She displays a strength of character that matches her hair and steadfastly refuses to be swayed by external influences; even when it comes to fashion. Allowing her mood - not trends - to dictate her outfit choices, she admits to relying largely on color co-ordination. Given how her hair was casually piled and pinned atop her head, one wonders if her mood that day was playful or challenging. Either way, it was glorious to behold!

Politics aside, we took a closer look at her ensemble and touched on how it relates to her religious persuasions. Her fur-lined duster was both practical and elegant in its tailoring. It was hard not to be distracted by the seemingly chaotic arrangement of fog-swirled thunderstone chips at the hem and cuffs. Similar jeweled glints were visible from time-to-time in the gathered skirts of her exquisite gown. It’s not often one has the opportunity to see the exceptional work of the famed dressmaker, [[Nalea gown | Yfane]], up close.

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Sewn from a brilliant weave of spidersilk, the hue of pale moonlight reflecting off of freshly fallen snow, the gown descends from a richly textured corset cinched by pastel ribbon pulled through vaalin grommets. Off-shoulder sleeves drape on either side of a deep neckline edged in sleek lynx fur. The silvery fabric of the skirts has been gathered at the hip by a crystal crescent moon and overlain in pleated chiffon caught in chaotically-sewn glints of thunderstone chips.
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With a noticeable grin and subtle adjustment of her skirts, she shrugs off the suggestions of the fashion pundits by declaring her conviction that spidersilk will be making a comeback and that, as far as she’s concerned, it’s “In!” for the season. A carefully timed turn of her ankle reveals a pair of lovely boots and she is keen to acknowledge the work of her cobbler: [[Laelithonel]] Asterfrost.

From her general mien, it isn’t hard to see that Tawariell takes good care of herself. As a healer, she knows the importance of taking time out to meditate and practice self-love. She appreciates the benefit of taking a break to spend time with friends and advocates going on an out-of-town adventure or even a short vacation, if time permits.

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You can’t go around tending to e’eryone else all the time - take some time out of the day for yourself!
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It is often stated that one should never discuss politics or religion in polite company. Having spent a delightful afternoon with the gracious Tawariell, one could argue that that is exactly when one should discuss both and I would urge you all to take some time out of YOUR day to do the same with Icemule’s charming new Mayor!

==Hot Property and Hot Picks==
Flashfeet recently announced that his boutique in [[Icemule Trace]] has benefited from a fresh coat of paint and a comprehensive new inventory of clothing and accessories. Tucked away at the south end of Elven Alley, his store carries a wide range of garments serving the needs of both the practical and elegant consumer. Each room features thick furs and hides, as well as soft wools and velvets, in a variety of cheery colors; everything you need to brighten up your day in the frigid climate of the north.

Our top ten fashionable favorites – all costing under 20,000 silvers - will hopefully see you through this current season and perhaps, as possible representations of the elements, get you noticed at [[FashionCon 5118 | FashionCon]] in the shining city of [[Ta'Illistim]] later this month.

The dwarven shopkeeper in Original Outfits is very welcoming to passing trade and is rightly proud of the unique clothing designs within. Of particular note are a '''high-necked shirt of soft evergreen wool''' and some '''black suede pants caught with horn buttons''', both must-have items in any fashion-conscious wardrobe. The glass case boasts a '''fitted cornflower blue silk gown traced in pale gold''' and a '''cowled pale silver silk gown with an iridescent sheen''', just perfect for the warmer climes of the [[Elven Nations]] at this time of year.

Accessories are essential, but only if they complement the outfit you are wearing. You can’t go wrong with a '''knotted navy blue silk shawl''', a '''long-fringed saffron and beige wool scarf''', or a '''blush-colored silk scarf fading into an ombre of ivory'''. All of these delightful items can be found on the pegs in the Traveller’s Togs section.

Easy to miss at first glance are a '''pair of metallic wine red lace ankle-boots''' as they’re tucked away on the narrow glass shelf at the back of the Fine Footwear room. Don’t let the smug-looking elven clerk put you off your purchases though!

Perfect for finishing off any elegant outfit, is an '''ivory-tailed blushed copper fox pendant''', which can be found among the glittering wares of the Pins and Pendants showroom to the east.

And last, but by no means least, is a '''dark suede and leather jacket with branded cuffs''', which takes pride of place in the Fine Fashions section at the entrance to the store.

==Celebrating Fashion==
[[FashionCon 5118]] is only 3 weeks away and the excitement is building in [[Ailanthus Manor]], the venue for this year’s celebration of fashion. The 3-day conference in [[Ta'Illistim]] will be filled with lectures, workshops and discussion groups, as well as the opportunity to socialise with fellow delegates at other fun events.

Learn more about general alterations, with hints and tips on how to get the most of out of your time with a merchant, as well as the art of accessorising. Take a closer look at the clothing, jewelry, and millinery of [[Joola]] and [[Veola]]. Try out a new hobby such as weaving, knitting or scrapbooking with everything provided. Participate in a [[siegery]] tournament with representatives of the fashionable elite and dance the night away in the ballroom.

Organisations who are interested in hosting events during the weekend are encouraged to complete a [https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScjlMSyuykEgW4llSWYt_QT3um7mAckrVbE1Z9SoKdRRFVBYA/viewform REGISTRATION FORM] as soon as possible. It’s not too late to become involved!

[[Category: Fashion]]

FashionCon 5118

2018-07-04T20:00:45Z

CHIVERST: /* Programme of Events */

This year (2018), [[Elanthian Fashion Week]] will be replaced by '''FashionCon''', a 3-day conference to celebrate fashion in Elanthia. Expect a weekend filled with lectures, workshops and discussion groups, as well as the opportunity to socialise with fellow delegates at parties and other fun events.

In another change of direction, the conference will be held against the backdrop of shimmering blue spires, majestic marble bridges, and beautiful gardens of [[Ta'Illistim]]

== Programme of Events ==

Organisations who are interested in participating and hosting events, please complete a [https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScjlMSyuykEgW4llSWYt_QT3um7mAckrVbE1Z9SoKdRRFVBYA/viewform REGISTRATION FORM].

'''Day of the Huntress, 27th day of Koaratos to Restday, 29th day of Koaratos (Friday, July 27th to Sunday, July 29th)'''

''All times Eastern''

{|{{prettytable}}
|'''Date'''
|'''Time'''
|'''Event'''
|'''Host/s'''
|'''Venue'''
|'''Decription'''
|-
|rowspan="3"|[[Day of the Huntress]] (Friday), 27th
|7pm
|Registration and Champagne Reception
|[[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Mirrored Hall
|CONFERENCE OPENS. RAFFLE for a special case of [[Prestige Champagne]].
|-
|8pm
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Order of the Sphere and Scythe]]
|TBC
|Fashionable Fortunes: Join the Sphere and Scythe as they present a brief lecture on the Sylvankind lore regarding magical properties of some gems in Elanthia commonly used in jewelry and clothing adornments. This event is geared toward both the spiritually and fashionably inclined!
|-
|9pm
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Alliance of High Elven Society]]
|TBC
|Details to follow
|-
|rowspan="12"|[[Feastday]] (Saturday), 28th
|10am
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Classroom
|Alteration 101: An IC class about general [[alteration]]s with hints and tips on how to get the most of out of your time with a [[merchant]].
|-
|11am
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Studio
|Style and Expression: An informal brainstorming session for creating [[alteration]] ideas.
|-
|Noon
|Lunch Break
|
|
|
|-
|1pm
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Classroom
|The Art of Accessorizing (Part 1): The first of two IC classes on accessories and how to use them. This class will focus on jewelry which can be both decorative and enhancive. All those attending will be given a piece of unique scripted jewelry to take away.
|-
|2pm
|
|
|
|
|-
|3pm
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Garden
|A short class on [[weaving]]. Learn how to create accessories and practice your new skills. Everything you need will be supplied. RAFFLE for a full set of [[weaving]] tools.
|-
|4pm
|Refreshment Break
|
|
|
|-
|5pm
|style="background:#DAF2CE; text-align: center;"|'''DISCUSSION'''
|[[House Sylvanfair]]
|TBC
|An informal gathering and swap meet to discuss [[Whax doll]] fashion and trade accessories. A collection of accessories will be freely available.
|-
|6pm
|Fashionable [[Greedy Gremlins]]
|[[House Sylvanfair]]
|TBC
|Popular word game with a fashion theme
|-
|7pm
|
|
|
|
|-
|8pm
|
|
|
|
|-
|9pm
|Dance of the Elements
|[[Alliance of High Elven Society]]
|[[Ebonstone Manor]], Ballroom
|Themed costume ball
|-
|rowspan="10"|[[Restday]] (Sunday), 29th
|10am
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Classroom
|The Art of Accessorizing (Part 2): The second of two IC classes on accessories and how to use them. This class will focus on hats, gloves, canes, fans etc. Guest speaker will spin for a few winners of assorted accessory items to take away. RAFFLE for a [[Vanne fan]].
|-
|11am
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Studio
|A cobbling demonstration at the workshop in [[Cysaegir]] and opening of the doors to [[The Looking Glass]] atelier for the sale of themed master-cobbled footwear at bargain prices
|-
|Noon
|Lunch Break
|
|
|
|-
|1pm
|
|
|
|
|-
|2pm
|style="background:#DAF2CE; text-align: center;"|'''DISCUSSION'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Orangery
|An informal discussion about the latest trends with a special guest
|-
|3pm
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Garden
|An informal workshop on how to create a fashion folio or scrapbook. Everything you need to get started will be supplied.
|-
|4pm
|Refreshment Break
|
|
|
|-
|5pm
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Classroom
|This IC class will look at the clothing, jewelry, and millinery of [[Joola]] and [[Veola]]. Guest speaker will SPIN for ONE fully altered and unlocked [[Veola]] courtesy of [[House Sylvanfair]]
|-
|6pm
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]]
|Learn how to knit and practice your new skill. Everything that you need to get started will be supplied.
|-
|7pm
|Fashion Wars! Revenge of the Fashionistas
|[[House Sylvanfair]], [[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ebonstone Manor]], Ballroom
|A return of the siegery tournament with representatives of the fashionable elite. RAFFLE for a set of special [[Ta'Illistim]] [[perfume]]s. CONFERENCE CLOSES.
|}

== Themes ==

The Classic Elements (earth, air, fire, and water) 

<pre{{log2}}>
Fire transforms us
Air moves us
Water shapes us
Earth heals us
</pre>

'''Chalat Award''': To be announced

''Awarded in honor of [[Chalat Greyvael Illistim]], Former First Couturier of the Argentate''

== Resources ==

[https://sites.google.com/site/elanthianelegance/home Elanthian Elegance website] 

[http://www.fenogs.com/fashion.html Fenog's Fashion Formation] 

[[Category: Fashion]]

FashionCon 5118

2018-07-04T19:58:40Z

CHIVERST: /* Programme of Events */

This year (2018), [[Elanthian Fashion Week]] will be replaced by '''FashionCon''', a 3-day conference to celebrate fashion in Elanthia. Expect a weekend filled with lectures, workshops and discussion groups, as well as the opportunity to socialise with fellow delegates at parties and other fun events.

In another change of direction, the conference will be held against the backdrop of shimmering blue spires, majestic marble bridges, and beautiful gardens of [[Ta'Illistim]]

== Programme of Events ==

Organisations who are interested in participating and hosting events, please complete a [https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScjlMSyuykEgW4llSWYt_QT3um7mAckrVbE1Z9SoKdRRFVBYA/viewform REGISTRATION FORM].

'''Day of the Huntress, 27th day of Koaratos to Restday, 29th day of Koaratos (Friday, July 27th to Sunday, July 29th)'''

''All times Eastern''

{|{{prettytable}}
|'''Date'''
|'''Time'''
|'''Event'''
|'''Host/s'''
|'''Venue'''
|'''Decription'''
|-
|rowspan="3"|[[Day of the Huntress]] (Friday), 27th
|7pm
|Registration and Champagne Reception
|[[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Mirrored Hall
|CONFERENCE OPENS. RAFFLE for a special case of [[Prestige Champagne]].
|-
|8pm
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Order of the Sphere and Scythe]]
|TBC
|Fashionable Fortunes: Join the Sphere and Scythe as they present a brief lecture on the Sylvankind lore regarding magical properties of some gems in Elanthia commonly used in jewelry and clothing adornments. This event is geared toward both the spiritually and fashionably inclined!
|-
|9pm
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Alliance of High Elven Society]]
|TBC
|Details to follow
|-
|rowspan="12"|[[Feastday]] (Saturday), 28th
|10am
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Classroom
|Alteration 101: An IC class about general [[alteration]]s with hints and tips on how to get the most of out of your time with a [[merchant]].
|-
|11am
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Studio
|Style and Expression: An informal brainstorming session for creating [[alteration]] ideas.
|-
|Noon
|Lunch Break
|
|
|
|-
|1pm
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Classroom
|The Art of Accessorizing (Part 1): The first of two IC classes on accessories and how to use them. This class will focus on jewelry which can be both decorative and enhancive. All those attending will be given a piece of unique scripted jewelry to take away.
|-
|2pm
|
|
|
|
|-
|3pm
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Garden
|A short class on [[weaving]]. Learn how to create accessories and practice your new skills. Everything you need will be supplied. RAFFLE for a full set of [[weaving]] tools.
|-
|4pm
|Refreshment Break
|
|
|
|-
|5pm
|style="background:#DAF2CE; text-align: center;"|'''DISCUSSION'''
|[[House Sylvanfair]]
|TBC
|An informal gathering and swap meet to discuss [[Whax doll]] fashion and trade accessories. A collection of accessories will be freely available.
|-
|6pm
|Fashionable [[Greedy Gremlins]]
|[[House Sylvanfair]]
|TBC
|Popular word game with a fashion theme
|-
|7pm
|
|
|
|
|-
|8pm
|
|
|
|
|-
|9pm
|Dance of the Elements
|[[Alliance of High Elven Society]]
|[[Ebonstone Manor]], Ballroom
|Themed costume ball
|-
|rowspan="10"|[[Restday]] (Sunday), 29th
|10am
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Classroom
|The Art of Accessorizing (Part 2): The second of two IC classes on accessories and how to use them. This class will focus on hats, gloves, canes, fans etc. Guest speaker will spin for a few winners of assorted accessory items to take away. RAFFLE for a [[Vanne fan]].
|-
|11am
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Studio
|A cobbling demonstration at the workshop in [[Cysaegir]] and opening of the doors to the [[Looking Glass]] atelier for the sale of themed master-cobbled footwear at bargain prices
|-
|Noon
|Lunch Break
|
|
|
|-
|1pm
|
|
|
|
|-
|2pm
|style="background:#DAF2CE; text-align: center;"|'''DISCUSSION'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Orangery
|An informal discussion about the latest trends with a special guest
|-
|3pm
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Garden
|An informal workshop on how to create a fashion folio or scrapbook. Everything you need to get started will be supplied.
|-
|4pm
|Refreshment Break
|
|
|
|-
|5pm
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Classroom
|This IC class will look at the clothing, jewelry, and millinery of [[Joola]] and [[Veola]]. Guest speaker will SPIN for ONE fully altered and unlocked [[Veola]] courtesy of [[House Sylvanfair]]
|-
|6pm
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]]
|Learn how to knit and practice your new skill. Everything that you need to get started will be supplied.
|-
|7pm
|Fashion Wars! Revenge of the Fashionistas
|[[House Sylvanfair]], [[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ebonstone Manor]], Ballroom
|A return of the siegery tournament with representatives of the fashionable elite. RAFFLE for a set of special [[Ta'Illistim]] [[perfume]]s. CONFERENCE CLOSES.
|}

== Themes ==

The Classic Elements (earth, air, fire, and water) 

<pre{{log2}}>
Fire transforms us
Air moves us
Water shapes us
Earth heals us
</pre>

'''Chalat Award''': To be announced

''Awarded in honor of [[Chalat Greyvael Illistim]], Former First Couturier of the Argentate''

== Resources ==

[https://sites.google.com/site/elanthianelegance/home Elanthian Elegance website] 

[http://www.fenogs.com/fashion.html Fenog's Fashion Formation] 

[[Category: Fashion]]

Elanthian Vogue/Koaratos 5118

2018-07-04T19:34:20Z

CHIVERST: /* Hot Property and Hot Picks */

[[File:EV Insignia WIKI.jpg|200|right]]

==This Month's Edition==

Editor: The Editorial Team in the absence of [[Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l]]

==Editor's Thoughts==

[[Elanthian Vogue]] is the home of fashion insights and cultural appreciation. From the latest trends at court and style tips, to interviews with notable public figures or celebrities, we hope that our content informs and inspires. If you enjoy our publications, please let us know and share with your friends. We welcome feedback, suggestions, and articles for future editions.

With the imminent return of our Editor, we have a bumper edition for you this month that builds on our recent articles concerning self-love and focuses on well-being. Koaratos sees the return of the long-running [[Midsummer Night's Festival]] to the Monsoon Jungle on the [[Isle of the Four Winds]] and we have a sneak peek at what [[FashionCon 5118]] has in store for you. We also take a closer look at [[Flashfeet's Fine Fashions]] following its recent refurbishment and, staying in the frozen north, we feature an exclusive interview with another Elanthian luminary: Icemule’s new Mayor, Tawariell Andrenae.

Enjoy!

Editorial Team

==Wealth and Well-Being==

It sometimes feels as if we’re all just running from place to place rarely pausing to draw breath let alone stop and chat with someone. We’re all so busy with our daily lives, whether that is focusing on guild tasks, accumulating wealth, or simply trying to survive, that we often forget to take stock of our well-being. When was the last time you stopped to smell the roses? Literally and metaphorically.

Well-being is the state of being comfortable, healthy or happy and that can mean different things to different people. It is a personal measure of satisfaction that can be achieved in any number of ways but there are some that are more easily realized than others. Whilst we would all secretly like to have a more silvers in the bank or skills accredited with the guilds, there are other ways of achieving a sense of well-being.

It is never too late to learn a new skill. The time spent alone in the [[Forging |forge]], or [[alchemy]] and [[cobbling]] workshops is the perfect opportunity to escape the worries of the day and reflect on your recent experiences. If you’re looking for something a little less taxing but equally rewarding, then why not try your hand at [[fletching]]; find yourself a quiet spot and hone your skills with a dagger, some feathers and a pot of glue.

Taking up a hobby is a good way of relaxing and needn’t involve a large outlay. It only takes a few hundred silvers to purchase some [[knitting needles]] and yarn. Alternatively, you could acquire a few simple tools, forage for some flowers or leaves, and have a go at [[weaving]]. For those who are more creatively minded, there is always painting, sketching, or [[write | writing]]; an [[Artist's Easel | easel]], a paintbrush, a quill and a piece of paper are the perfect outlets for poetic or artistic expression.

Have you visited your local library, temple, garden or [[fishing]] pond lately? A little quiet solitude does wonders for your state of mind and the benefits of meditation are well documented. Grab yourself a candle, some incense and a mat, or a fishing rod and some bait and disappear for a while.

And if it’s physical relaxation you’re after, then why not pamper yourself in the local bathhouse, mud bath, or hot springs. Find out where your nearest facilities are and let the warm water soak away all your troubles.

==Summer and Trees and Sprites. Oh My!==
This month sees the return of the [[Midsummer Night's Festival]] to its magical home in the Monsoon Jungle. Renowned for their warm welcome, the woodland sprites will surely have plenty of surprises in store for visitors again if past years’ festivities are anything to go by!

Climbing the grooves, ropes, boughs, and vines to reach the grove’s leafy platforms is an ideal way to spend a week away from mundane activities and the bustle of busy towns. Take some time out to focus on your well-being and enjoy the wares on offer in the temporary wagons, tents, and tree hollows. The clearing also boasts a raging bonfire for those who wish to socialize or simply draw comfort from the heat of the flames.

==Liaison to Luminary==
Tawariell Andrenae is no stranger to the residents of [[Icemule Trace]] having moved there from [[Wehnimer's Landing]] some years ago. Despite the town’s glacial environs and recent [[The Troubles | "Troubles"]], this unassuming half-sylvan had no qualms about making Icemule her home, thanks to the warm welcome she received on arrival.

Becoming a citizen herself, she was keen to repay that kindness to the community and soon made her mark as an Officer of [[White Haven]]; one of the [[Co-operative Houses of Elanthia]]. Liaison Tawariell was – and still is - a firm believer in the strengths of joint working so it was inevitable that she would announce her candidacy for Mayor; she was duly elected to office last month.

<pre{{log2}}>
I stand for Hope, Service and Wisdom
</pre>

Tawariell’s manifesto centered around a desire to see progress: rebuilding the town’s defenses, businesses, prosperity, and diplomatic relations, as well as coming to a pragmatic resolution with the self-proclaimed sovereign, Queen Daukhera Darkflorr.

<pre{{log2}}>
You see Mayor Tawariell Andrenae the Luminary of Icemule Trace.
She appears to be a Half-Sylvan. She is of a middling height. She appears to be in the spring of life. She has expressive, feathery-lashed pale spring-green eyes and youthful, apricot-kissed creamy skin. She has lengthy, copper-streaked carnelian-hued hair piled high atop her head in a haphazard bun pinned with an iridescent creamy white moonflower. She has a pair of tucked sylvan ears offsetting her subtly rounded face, a liberal smattering of freckles across her cheeks and nose and a discolored birthmark under her collarbone resembling a mottled oak leaf. She boasts a thick, curvy frame enhanced by mild muscle that belies her otherwise elven appearance. She has silver-frosted wintry white enamel brushed onto her slim fingernails.
She has a trio of rainbow moonstone hoops fringed by thin silver chains in the ridges of both her ears, a tattoo of a whimsical spiral of pastel crescent moons on her ear, a silvery fog-swirled thunderstone ring in her left nostril, a colorful bird tattoo on her neck, a heart shaped cupcake tattoo on her bicep, an extremely rotund panda tattoo on her wrist, and a length of honeysuckle tattoo on her leg.
She is in good shape. She is wearing a gold rose-patterned locket, a prismatic crystalline snowflake threaded on a fine silver chain, a pale silvery spidersilk duster, an opaline snowball pin, a pale silvery spidersilk gown, a moonstone studded ring, and some pale silver spidersilk high-heeled boots buckled with balenite.
</pre>

Being a predominantly [[halfling]] settlement, Tawariell is taller than most of the electorate - though not so tall that she appears aloof - and is classically beautiful. With her fiery red mane, it is no wonder that she turns heads in the icy streets but there is a lot more to this half-sylvan than meets the eye. She displays a strength of character that matches her hair and steadfastly refuses to be swayed by external influences; even when it comes to fashion. Allowing her mood - not trends - to dictate her outfit choices, she admits to relying largely on color co-ordination. Given how her hair was casually piled and pinned atop her head, one wonders if her mood that day was playful or challenging. Either way, it was glorious to behold!

Politics aside, we took a closer look at her ensemble and touched on how it relates to her religious persuasions. Her fur-lined duster was both practical and elegant in its tailoring. It was hard not to be distracted by the seemingly chaotic arrangement of fog-swirled thunderstone chips at the hem and cuffs. Similar jeweled glints were visible from time-to-time in the gathered skirts of her exquisite gown. It’s not often one has the opportunity to see the exceptional work of the famed dressmaker, [[Nalea gown | Yfane]], up close.

<pre{{log2}}>
Sewn from a brilliant weave of spidersilk, the hue of pale moonlight reflecting off of freshly fallen snow, the gown descends from a richly textured corset cinched by pastel ribbon pulled through vaalin grommets. Off-shoulder sleeves drape on either side of a deep neckline edged in sleek lynx fur. The silvery fabric of the skirts has been gathered at the hip by a crystal crescent moon and overlain in pleated chiffon caught in chaotically-sewn glints of thunderstone chips.
</pre>

With a noticeable grin and subtle adjustment of her skirts, she shrugs off the suggestions of the fashion pundits by declaring her conviction that spidersilk will be making a comeback and that, as far as she’s concerned, it’s “In!” for the season. A carefully timed turn of her ankle reveals a pair of lovely boots and she is keen to acknowledge the work of her cobbler: [[Laelithonel]] Asterfrost.

From her general mien, it isn’t hard to see that Tawariell takes good care of herself. As a healer, she knows the importance of taking time out to meditate and practice self-love. She appreciates the benefit of taking a break to spend time with friends and advocates going on an out-of-town adventure or even a short vacation, if time permits.

<pre{{log2}}>
You can’t go around tending to e’eryone else all the time - take some time out of the day for yourself!
</pre>

It is often stated that one should never discuss politics or religion in polite company. Having spent a delightful afternoon with the gracious Tawariell, one could argue that that is exactly when one should discuss both and I would urge you all to take some time out of YOUR day to do the same with Icemule’s charming new Mayor!

==Hot Property and Hot Picks==
Flashfeet recently announced that his boutique in [[Icemule Trace]] has benefited from a fresh coat of paint and a comprehensive new inventory of clothing and accessories. Tucked away on Elven Alley, his store carries a wide range of garments serving the needs of both the practical and elegant consumer. Each room features thick furs and hides, as well as soft wools and velvets, in a variety of cheery colors; everything you need to brighten up your day in the frigid climate of the north.

Our top ten fashionable favorites – all costing under 20,000 silvers - will hopefully see you through this current season and perhaps, as possible representations of the elements, get you noticed at [[FashionCon 5118 | FashionCon]] in the shining city of [[Ta'Illistim]] later this month.

The dwarven shopkeeper in Original Outfits is very welcoming to passing trade and is rightly proud of the unique clothing designs within. Of particular note are a '''high-necked shirt of soft evergreen wool''' and some '''black suede pants caught with horn buttons''', both must-have items in any fashion-conscious wardrobe. The glass case boasts a '''fitted cornflower blue silk gown traced in pale gold''' and a '''cowled pale silver silk gown with an iridescent sheen''', just perfect for the warmer climes of the [[Elven Nations]] at this time of year.

Accessories are essential, but only if they complement the outfit you are wearing. You can’t go wrong with a '''knotted navy blue silk shawl''', a '''long-fringed saffron and beige wool scarf''', or a '''blush-colored silk scarf fading into an ombre of ivory'''. All of these delightful items can be found on the pegs in the Traveller’s Togs section.

Easy to miss at first glance are a '''pair of metallic wine red lace ankle-boots''' as they’re tucked away on the narrow glass shelf at the back of the Fine Footwear room. Don’t let the smug-looking elven clerk put you off your purchases though!

Perfect for finishing off any elegant outfit, is an '''ivory-tailed blushed copper fox pendant''', which can be found among the glittering wares of the Pins and Pendants showroom to the east.

And last, but by no means least, is a '''dark suede and leather jacket with branded cuffs''', which takes pride of place in the Fine Fashions section at the entrance to the store.

==Celebrating Fashion==
[[FashionCon 5118]] is only 3 weeks away and the excitement is building in [[Ailanthus Manor]], the venue for this year’s celebration of fashion. The 3-day conference in [[Ta'Illistim]] will be filled with lectures, workshops and discussion groups, as well as the opportunity to socialise with fellow delegates at other fun events.

Learn more about general alterations, with hints and tips on how to get the most of out of your time with a merchant, as well as the art of accessorising. Take a closer look at the clothing, jewelry, and millinery of [[Joola]] and [[Veola]]. Try out a new hobby such as weaving, knitting or scrapbooking with everything provided. Participate in a [[siegery]] tournament with representatives of the fashionable elite and dance the night away in the ballroom.

Organisations who are interested in hosting events during the weekend are encouraged to complete a [https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScjlMSyuykEgW4llSWYt_QT3um7mAckrVbE1Z9SoKdRRFVBYA/viewform REGISTRATION FORM] as soon as possible. It’s not too late to become involved!

[[Category: Fashion]]

Elanthian Vogue/Koaratos 5118

2018-07-04T18:36:46Z

CHIVERST: /* Liaison to Luminary */

[[File:EV Insignia WIKI.jpg|200|right]]

==This Month's Edition==

Editor: The Editorial Team in the absence of [[Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l]]

==Editor's Thoughts==

[[Elanthian Vogue]] is the home of fashion insights and cultural appreciation. From the latest trends at court and style tips, to interviews with notable public figures or celebrities, we hope that our content informs and inspires. If you enjoy our publications, please let us know and share with your friends. We welcome feedback, suggestions, and articles for future editions.

With the imminent return of our Editor, we have a bumper edition for you this month that builds on our recent articles concerning self-love and focuses on well-being. Koaratos sees the return of the long-running [[Midsummer Night's Festival]] to the Monsoon Jungle on the [[Isle of the Four Winds]] and we have a sneak peek at what [[FashionCon 5118]] has in store for you. We also take a closer look at [[Flashfeet's Fine Fashions]] following its recent refurbishment and, staying in the frozen north, we feature an exclusive interview with another Elanthian luminary: Icemule’s new Mayor, Tawariell Andrenae.

Enjoy!

Editorial Team

==Wealth and Well-Being==

It sometimes feels as if we’re all just running from place to place rarely pausing to draw breath let alone stop and chat with someone. We’re all so busy with our daily lives, whether that is focusing on guild tasks, accumulating wealth, or simply trying to survive, that we often forget to take stock of our well-being. When was the last time you stopped to smell the roses? Literally and metaphorically.

Well-being is the state of being comfortable, healthy or happy and that can mean different things to different people. It is a personal measure of satisfaction that can be achieved in any number of ways but there are some that are more easily realized than others. Whilst we would all secretly like to have a more silvers in the bank or skills accredited with the guilds, there are other ways of achieving a sense of well-being.

It is never too late to learn a new skill. The time spent alone in the [[Forging |forge]], or [[alchemy]] and [[cobbling]] workshops is the perfect opportunity to escape the worries of the day and reflect on your recent experiences. If you’re looking for something a little less taxing but equally rewarding, then why not try your hand at [[fletching]]; find yourself a quiet spot and hone your skills with a dagger, some feathers and a pot of glue.

Taking up a hobby is a good way of relaxing and needn’t involve a large outlay. It only takes a few hundred silvers to purchase some [[knitting needles]] and yarn. Alternatively, you could acquire a few simple tools, forage for some flowers or leaves, and have a go at [[weaving]]. For those who are more creatively minded, there is always painting, sketching, or [[write | writing]]; an [[Artist's Easel | easel]], a paintbrush, a quill and a piece of paper are the perfect outlets for poetic or artistic expression.

Have you visited your local library, temple, garden or [[fishing]] pond lately? A little quiet solitude does wonders for your state of mind and the benefits of meditation are well documented. Grab yourself a candle, some incense and a mat, or a fishing rod and some bait and disappear for a while.

And if it’s physical relaxation you’re after, then why not pamper yourself in the local bathhouse, mud bath, or hot springs. Find out where your nearest facilities are and let the warm water soak away all your troubles.

==Summer and Trees and Sprites. Oh My!==
This month sees the return of the [[Midsummer Night's Festival]] to its magical home in the Monsoon Jungle. Renowned for their warm welcome, the woodland sprites will surely have plenty of surprises in store for visitors again if past years’ festivities are anything to go by!

Climbing the grooves, ropes, boughs, and vines to reach the grove’s leafy platforms is an ideal way to spend a week away from mundane activities and the bustle of busy towns. Take some time out to focus on your well-being and enjoy the wares on offer in the temporary wagons, tents, and tree hollows. The clearing also boasts a raging bonfire for those who wish to socialize or simply draw comfort from the heat of the flames.

==Liaison to Luminary==
Tawariell Andrenae is no stranger to the residents of [[Icemule Trace]] having moved there from [[Wehnimer's Landing]] some years ago. Despite the town’s glacial environs and recent [[The Troubles | "Troubles"]], this unassuming half-sylvan had no qualms about making Icemule her home, thanks to the warm welcome she received on arrival.

Becoming a citizen herself, she was keen to repay that kindness to the community and soon made her mark as an Officer of [[White Haven]]; one of the [[Co-operative Houses of Elanthia]]. Liaison Tawariell was – and still is - a firm believer in the strengths of joint working so it was inevitable that she would announce her candidacy for Mayor; she was duly elected to office last month.

<pre{{log2}}>
I stand for Hope, Service and Wisdom
</pre>

Tawariell’s manifesto centered around a desire to see progress: rebuilding the town’s defenses, businesses, prosperity, and diplomatic relations, as well as coming to a pragmatic resolution with the self-proclaimed sovereign, Queen Daukhera Darkflorr.

<pre{{log2}}>
You see Mayor Tawariell Andrenae the Luminary of Icemule Trace.
She appears to be a Half-Sylvan. She is of a middling height. She appears to be in the spring of life. She has expressive, feathery-lashed pale spring-green eyes and youthful, apricot-kissed creamy skin. She has lengthy, copper-streaked carnelian-hued hair piled high atop her head in a haphazard bun pinned with an iridescent creamy white moonflower. She has a pair of tucked sylvan ears offsetting her subtly rounded face, a liberal smattering of freckles across her cheeks and nose and a discolored birthmark under her collarbone resembling a mottled oak leaf. She boasts a thick, curvy frame enhanced by mild muscle that belies her otherwise elven appearance. She has silver-frosted wintry white enamel brushed onto her slim fingernails.
She has a trio of rainbow moonstone hoops fringed by thin silver chains in the ridges of both her ears, a tattoo of a whimsical spiral of pastel crescent moons on her ear, a silvery fog-swirled thunderstone ring in her left nostril, a colorful bird tattoo on her neck, a heart shaped cupcake tattoo on her bicep, an extremely rotund panda tattoo on her wrist, and a length of honeysuckle tattoo on her leg.
She is in good shape. She is wearing a gold rose-patterned locket, a prismatic crystalline snowflake threaded on a fine silver chain, a pale silvery spidersilk duster, an opaline snowball pin, a pale silvery spidersilk gown, a moonstone studded ring, and some pale silver spidersilk high-heeled boots buckled with balenite.
</pre>

Being a predominantly [[halfling]] settlement, Tawariell is taller than most of the electorate - though not so tall that she appears aloof - and is classically beautiful. With her fiery red mane, it is no wonder that she turns heads in the icy streets but there is a lot more to this half-sylvan than meets the eye. She displays a strength of character that matches her hair and steadfastly refuses to be swayed by external influences; even when it comes to fashion. Allowing her mood - not trends - to dictate her outfit choices, she admits to relying largely on color co-ordination. Given how her hair was casually piled and pinned atop her head, one wonders if her mood that day was playful or challenging. Either way, it was glorious to behold!

Politics aside, we took a closer look at her ensemble and touched on how it relates to her religious persuasions. Her fur-lined duster was both practical and elegant in its tailoring. It was hard not to be distracted by the seemingly chaotic arrangement of fog-swirled thunderstone chips at the hem and cuffs. Similar jeweled glints were visible from time-to-time in the gathered skirts of her exquisite gown. It’s not often one has the opportunity to see the exceptional work of the famed dressmaker, [[Nalea gown | Yfane]], up close.

<pre{{log2}}>
Sewn from a brilliant weave of spidersilk, the hue of pale moonlight reflecting off of freshly fallen snow, the gown descends from a richly textured corset cinched by pastel ribbon pulled through vaalin grommets. Off-shoulder sleeves drape on either side of a deep neckline edged in sleek lynx fur. The silvery fabric of the skirts has been gathered at the hip by a crystal crescent moon and overlain in pleated chiffon caught in chaotically-sewn glints of thunderstone chips.
</pre>

With a noticeable grin and subtle adjustment of her skirts, she shrugs off the suggestions of the fashion pundits by declaring her conviction that spidersilk will be making a comeback and that, as far as she’s concerned, it’s “In!” for the season. A carefully timed turn of her ankle reveals a pair of lovely boots and she is keen to acknowledge the work of her cobbler: [[Laelithonel]] Asterfrost.

From her general mien, it isn’t hard to see that Tawariell takes good care of herself. As a healer, she knows the importance of taking time out to meditate and practice self-love. She appreciates the benefit of taking a break to spend time with friends and advocates going on an out-of-town adventure or even a short vacation, if time permits.

<pre{{log2}}>
You can’t go around tending to e’eryone else all the time - take some time out of the day for yourself!
</pre>

It is often stated that one should never discuss politics or religion in polite company. Having spent a delightful afternoon with the gracious Tawariell, one could argue that that is exactly when one should discuss both and I would urge you all to take some time out of YOUR day to do the same with Icemule’s charming new Mayor!

==Hot Property and Hot Picks==
Flashfeet recently announced that his boutique in [[Icemule Trace]] has benefited from a fresh coat of paint and a comprehensive new inventory of clothing and accessories. Tucked away on Elven Alley, his store carries a wide range of garments serving the needs of both the practical and elegant consumer. Each room features thick furs and hides, as well as soft wools and velvets, in a variety of cheery colors; everything you need to brighten up your day in the frigid climate of the north.

Our top ten fashionable favorites – all costing under 20,000 silvers - will hopefully see you through this current season and perhaps, as possible representations of the elements, get you noticed at [[FashionCon 5118 | FashionCon in the shining city of [[Ta'Illistim]] later this month.

The dwarven shopkeeper in Original Outfits is very welcoming to passing trade and is rightly proud of the unique clothing designs within. Of particular note are a '''high-necked shirt of soft evergreen wool''' and some '''black suede pants caught with horn buttons''', both must-have items in any fashion-conscious wardrobe. The glass case boasts a '''fitted cornflower blue silk gown traced in pale gold''' and a '''cowled pale silver silk gown with an iridescent sheen''', just perfect for the warmer climes of the [[Elven Nations]] at this time of year.

Accessories are essential, but only if they complement the outfit you are wearing. You can’t go wrong with a '''knotted navy blue silk shawl''', a '''long-fringed saffron and beige wool scarf''', or a '''blush-colored silk scarf fading into an ombre of ivory'''. All of these delightful items can be found on the pegs in the Traveller’s Togs section.

Easy to miss at first glance are a '''pair of metallic wine red lace ankle-boots''' as they’re tucked away on the narrow glass shelf at the back of the Fine Footwear room. Don’t let the smug-looking elven clerk put you off your purchases though!

Perfect for finishing off any elegant outfit, is an '''ivory-tailed blushed copper fox pendant''', which can be found among the glittering wares of the Pins and Pendants showroom to the east.

And last, but by no means least, is a '''dark suede and leather jacket with branded cuffs''', which takes pride of place in the Fine Fashions section at the entrance to the store.

==Celebrating Fashion==
[[FashionCon 5118]] is only 3 weeks away and the excitement is building in [[Ailanthus Manor]], the venue for this year’s celebration of fashion. The 3-day conference in [[Ta'Illistim]] will be filled with lectures, workshops and discussion groups, as well as the opportunity to socialise with fellow delegates at other fun events.

Learn more about general alterations, with hints and tips on how to get the most of out of your time with a merchant, as well as the art of accessorising. Take a closer look at the clothing, jewelry, and millinery of [[Joola]] and [[Veola]]. Try out a new hobby such as weaving, knitting or scrapbooking with everything provided. Participate in a [[siegery]] tournament with representatives of the fashionable elite and dance the night away in the ballroom.

Organisations who are interested in hosting events during the weekend are encouraged to complete a [https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScjlMSyuykEgW4llSWYt_QT3um7mAckrVbE1Z9SoKdRRFVBYA/viewform REGISTRATION FORM] as soon as possible. It’s not too late to become involved!

[[Category: Fashion]]

Elanthian Vogue/Koaratos 5118

2018-07-04T18:35:34Z

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==This Month's Edition==

Editor: The Editorial Team in the absence of [[Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l]]

==Editor's Thoughts==

[[Elanthian Vogue]] is the home of fashion insights and cultural appreciation. From the latest trends at court and style tips, to interviews with notable public figures or celebrities, we hope that our content informs and inspires. If you enjoy our publications, please let us know and share with your friends. We welcome feedback, suggestions, and articles for future editions.

With the imminent return of our Editor, we have a bumper edition for you this month that builds on our recent articles concerning self-love and focuses on well-being. Koaratos sees the return of the long-running [[Midsummer Night's Festival]] to the Monsoon Jungle on the [[Isle of the Four Winds]] and we have a sneak peek at what [[FashionCon 5118]] has in store for you. We also take a closer look at [[Flashfeet's Fine Fashions]] following its recent refurbishment and, staying in the frozen north, we feature an exclusive interview with another Elanthian luminary: Icemule’s new Mayor, Tawariell Andrenae.

Enjoy!

Editorial Team

==Wealth and Well-Being==

It sometimes feels as if we’re all just running from place to place rarely pausing to draw breath let alone stop and chat with someone. We’re all so busy with our daily lives, whether that is focusing on guild tasks, accumulating wealth, or simply trying to survive, that we often forget to take stock of our well-being. When was the last time you stopped to smell the roses? Literally and metaphorically.

Well-being is the state of being comfortable, healthy or happy and that can mean different things to different people. It is a personal measure of satisfaction that can be achieved in any number of ways but there are some that are more easily realized than others. Whilst we would all secretly like to have a more silvers in the bank or skills accredited with the guilds, there are other ways of achieving a sense of well-being.

It is never too late to learn a new skill. The time spent alone in the [[Forging |forge]], or [[alchemy]] and [[cobbling]] workshops is the perfect opportunity to escape the worries of the day and reflect on your recent experiences. If you’re looking for something a little less taxing but equally rewarding, then why not try your hand at [[fletching]]; find yourself a quiet spot and hone your skills with a dagger, some feathers and a pot of glue.

Taking up a hobby is a good way of relaxing and needn’t involve a large outlay. It only takes a few hundred silvers to purchase some [[knitting needles]] and yarn. Alternatively, you could acquire a few simple tools, forage for some flowers or leaves, and have a go at [[weaving]]. For those who are more creatively minded, there is always painting, sketching, or [[write | writing]]; an [[Artist's Easel | easel]], a paintbrush, a quill and a piece of paper are the perfect outlets for poetic or artistic expression.

Have you visited your local library, temple, garden or [[fishing]] pond lately? A little quiet solitude does wonders for your state of mind and the benefits of meditation are well documented. Grab yourself a candle, some incense and a mat, or a fishing rod and some bait and disappear for a while.

And if it’s physical relaxation you’re after, then why not pamper yourself in the local bathhouse, mud bath, or hot springs. Find out where your nearest facilities are and let the warm water soak away all your troubles.

==Summer and Trees and Sprites. Oh My!==
This month sees the return of the [[Midsummer Night's Festival]] to its magical home in the Monsoon Jungle. Renowned for their warm welcome, the woodland sprites will surely have plenty of surprises in store for visitors again if past years’ festivities are anything to go by!

Climbing the grooves, ropes, boughs, and vines to reach the grove’s leafy platforms is an ideal way to spend a week away from mundane activities and the bustle of busy towns. Take some time out to focus on your well-being and enjoy the wares on offer in the temporary wagons, tents, and tree hollows. The clearing also boasts a raging bonfire for those who wish to socialize or simply draw comfort from the heat of the flames.

==Liaison to Luminary==
Tawariell Andrenae is no stranger to the residents of [[Icemule Trace]] having moved there from [[Wehnimer's Landing]] some years ago. Despite the town’s glacial environs and recent [[The Troubles | "Troubles"]], this unassuming half-sylvan had no qualms about making Icemule her home, thanks to the warm welcome she received on arrival.

Becoming a citizen herself, she was keen to repay that kindness to the community and soon made her mark as an Officer of [[White Haven]]; one of the [[Co-operative Houses of Elanthia]]. Liaison Tawariell was – and still is - a firm believer in the strengths of joint working so it was inevitable that she would announce her candidacy for Mayor; she was duly elected to office last month.

<pre{{log2}}>
I stand for Hope, Service and Wisdom
</pre>

Tawariell’s manifesto centered around a desire to see progress: rebuilding the town’s defenses, businesses, prosperity, and diplomatic relations, as well as coming to a pragmatic resolution with the self-proclaimed sovereign, Queen Daukhera Darkflorr.

<pre{{log2}}>
You see Mayor Tawariell Andrenae the Luminary of Icemule Trace.
She appears to be a Half-Sylvan. She is of a middling height. She appears to be in the spring of life. She has expressive, feathery-lashed pale spring-green eyes and youthful, apricot-kissed creamy skin. She has lengthy, copper-streaked carnelian-hued hair piled high atop her head in a haphazard bun pinned with an iridescent creamy white moonflower. She has a pair of tucked sylvan ears offsetting her subtly rounded face, a liberal smattering of freckles across her cheeks and nose and a discolored birthmark under her collarbone resembling a mottled oak leaf. She boasts a thick, curvy frame enhanced by mild muscle that belies her otherwise elven appearance. She has silver-frosted wintry white enamel brushed onto her slim fingernails.
She has a trio of rainbow moonstone hoops fringed by thin silver chains in the ridges of both her ears, a tattoo of a whimsical spiral of pastel crescent moons on her ear, a silvery fog-swirled thunderstone ring in her left nostril, a colorful bird tattoo on her neck, a heart shaped cupcake tattoo on her bicep, an extremely rotund panda tattoo on her wrist, and a length of honeysuckle tattoo on her leg.
She is in good shape. She is wearing a gold rose-patterned locket, a prismatic crystalline snowflake threaded on a fine silver chain, a pale silvery spidersilk duster, an opaline snowball pin, a pale silvery spidersilk gown, a moonstone studded ring, and some pale silver spidersilk high-heeled boots buckled with balenite.
</pre>

Being a predominantly [[halfling]] settlement, Tawariell is taller than most of the electorate - though not so tall that she appears aloof - and is classically beautiful. With her fiery red mane, it is no wonder that she turns heads in the icy streets but there is a lot more to this half-sylvan than meets the eye. She displays a strength of character that matches her hair and steadfastly refuses to be swayed by external influences; even when it comes to fashion. Allowing her mood - not trends - to dictate her outfit choices, she admits to relying largely on color co-ordination. Given how her hair was casually piled and pinned atop her head, one wonders if her mood that day was playful or challenging. Either way, it was glorious to behold!

Politics aside, we took a closer look at her ensemble and touched on how it relates to her religious persuasions. Her fur-lined duster was both practical and elegant in its tailoring. It was hard not to be distracted by the seemingly chaotic arrangement of fog-swirled thunderstone chips at the hem and cuffs. Similar jeweled glints were visible from time-to-time in the gathered skirts of her exquisite gown. It’s not often one has the opportunity to see the exceptional work of the famed dressmaker, [[Nalea gown | Yfane]], up close.

<pre{{log2}}>
Sewn from a brilliant weave of spidersilk, the hue of pale moonlight reflecting off of freshly fallen snow, the gown descends from a richly textured corset cinched by pastel ribbon pulled through vaalin grommets. Off-shoulder sleeves drape on either side of a deep neckline edged in sleek lynx fur. The silvery fabric of the skirts has been gathered at the hip by a crystal crescent moon and overlain in pleated chiffon caught in chaotically-sewn glints of thunderstone chips.
</pre>

With a noticeable grin and subtle adjustment of her skirts, she shrugs off suggestions of the fashion pundits by declaring her conviction that spidersilk will be making a comeback and that, as far as she’s concerned, it’s “In!” for the season. A carefully timed turn of her ankle reveals a pair of lovely boots and she is keen to acknowledge the work of her cobbler: [[Laelithonel]] Asterfrost.

From her general mien, it isn’t hard to see that Tawariell takes good care of herself. As a healer, she knows the importance of taking time out to meditate and practice self-love. She appreciates the benefit of taking a break to spend time with friends and advocates going on an out-of-town adventure or even a short vacation, if time permits.

<pre{{log2}}>
You can’t go around tending to e’eryone else all the time - take some time out of the day for yourself!
</pre>

It is often stated that one should never discuss politics or religion in polite company. Having spent a delightful afternoon with the gracious Tawariell, one could argue that that is exactly when one should discuss both and I would urge you all to take some time out of YOUR day to do the same with Icemule’s charming new Mayor!

==Hot Property and Hot Picks==
Flashfeet recently announced that his boutique in [[Icemule Trace]] has benefited from a fresh coat of paint and a comprehensive new inventory of clothing and accessories. Tucked away on Elven Alley, his store carries a wide range of garments serving the needs of both the practical and elegant consumer. Each room features thick furs and hides, as well as soft wools and velvets, in a variety of cheery colors; everything you need to brighten up your day in the frigid climate of the north.

Our top ten fashionable favorites – all costing under 20,000 silvers - will hopefully see you through this current season and perhaps, as possible representations of the elements, get you noticed at [[FashionCon 5118 | FashionCon in the shining city of [[Ta'Illistim]] later this month.

The dwarven shopkeeper in Original Outfits is very welcoming to passing trade and is rightly proud of the unique clothing designs within. Of particular note are a '''high-necked shirt of soft evergreen wool''' and some '''black suede pants caught with horn buttons''', both must-have items in any fashion-conscious wardrobe. The glass case boasts a '''fitted cornflower blue silk gown traced in pale gold''' and a '''cowled pale silver silk gown with an iridescent sheen''', just perfect for the warmer climes of the [[Elven Nations]] at this time of year.

Accessories are essential, but only if they complement the outfit you are wearing. You can’t go wrong with a '''knotted navy blue silk shawl''', a '''long-fringed saffron and beige wool scarf''', or a '''blush-colored silk scarf fading into an ombre of ivory'''. All of these delightful items can be found on the pegs in the Traveller’s Togs section.

Easy to miss at first glance are a '''pair of metallic wine red lace ankle-boots''' as they’re tucked away on the narrow glass shelf at the back of the Fine Footwear room. Don’t let the smug-looking elven clerk put you off your purchases though!

Perfect for finishing off any elegant outfit, is an '''ivory-tailed blushed copper fox pendant''', which can be found among the glittering wares of the Pins and Pendants showroom to the east.

And last, but by no means least, is a '''dark suede and leather jacket with branded cuffs''', which takes pride of place in the Fine Fashions section at the entrance to the store.

==Celebrating Fashion==
[[FashionCon 5118]] is only 3 weeks away and the excitement is building in [[Ailanthus Manor]], the venue for this year’s celebration of fashion. The 3-day conference in [[Ta'Illistim]] will be filled with lectures, workshops and discussion groups, as well as the opportunity to socialise with fellow delegates at other fun events.

Learn more about general alterations, with hints and tips on how to get the most of out of your time with a merchant, as well as the art of accessorising. Take a closer look at the clothing, jewelry, and millinery of [[Joola]] and [[Veola]]. Try out a new hobby such as weaving, knitting or scrapbooking with everything provided. Participate in a [[siegery]] tournament with representatives of the fashionable elite and dance the night away in the ballroom.

Organisations who are interested in hosting events during the weekend are encouraged to complete a [https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScjlMSyuykEgW4llSWYt_QT3um7mAckrVbE1Z9SoKdRRFVBYA/viewform REGISTRATION FORM] as soon as possible. It’s not too late to become involved!

[[Category: Fashion]]

Elanthian Vogue

2018-07-04T17:44:40Z

CHIVERST: /* Published Editions */

[[File:EV Insignia WIKI.jpg|200px|thumb|right]]
Elanthian Vogue is the official publication of [[The Looking Glass]], an established Fashion House and distinguished [[Meeting Hall Organization]] in the elven city of [[Ta'Illistim]]. Its offices and studio are located in [[Ailanthus Manor]] on Whistlers Pass.

Elanthian Vogue is a seasonal fashion magazine made up of many components, such as fashion, beauty, lifestyle, culture, and "runway". The aim of the publication is to raise awareness and encourage participation in fashion-oriented activities across [[Elanthia]]. The first edition was launched in [[Lormesta]], 5118 with the help and support of [[The TownCrier]].

For further information, please contact [[Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l]]. Feedback, suggestions, and articles for future editions can be submitted using a [https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdRK6dtF7-tcJkO1dE-pzD8HpZ0Bl4yE4I4VMSiFsXmquNWSw/viewform SUBMISSION FORM]. Contributors will receive full credit and a prize bag of goodies if the article is included in future publications.

==Published Editions==

*[[Elanthian Vogue: Lormesta 5118 | Edition 1 (Lormesta 5118)]]

*[[Elanthian Vogue: Fashanos 5118 (Duskruin Supplement) | Duskruin Supplement (Fashanos 5118)]]

*[[Elanthian Vogue: Charlatos 5118 | Edition 2 (Charlatos 5118)]]

*[[Elanthian Vogue: Ivastaen 5118 | Edition 3 (Ivastaen 5118)]]

*[[Elanthian Vogue: Lumnea 5118 | Edition 4 (Lumnea 5118)]]

*[[Elanthian Vogue: Lumnea 5118 (Duskruin Supplement) | Duskruin Supplement (Lumnea 5118)]]

*[[Elanthian Vogue: Koaratos 5118 | Edition 5 (Koaratos 5118)]]

==Resources==
*[https://sites.google.com/site/elanthianelegance/home Elanthian Elegance website]

[[Category: Fashion]]

A Difficult Journey (short story)

2018-07-01T20:08:26Z

CHIVERST: /* Disquiet */

{{essay|title='''A Difficult Journey''' |author=[[Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l]]}}

First published on the 3rd day of Imaerasta in the year 5117

During an audience with the [[Argent Mirror]] in [[Koaratos]] 5117, Rohese was tasked with seeing if [[Ta'Illistim]] should consider extending further aid to those displaced in the west. This followed the [[Swan Song]] storyline based out of [[Solhaven]] in the wake of the destruction of [[Talador]] at the end of the [[Eyes of the Dawn]] storyline.

===Departure===
Rohese turned the iron key in [[Lily Manor]]'s front door and gave it a gentle tug to check it was locked. She dropped the key into the pocket of her pelisse and glanced around to ensure she was alone.

The birds were in full song, filling the courtyard with their melodic trills and heralding the start of a new day. The sun was just breaking over the horizon and she turned to watch its golden glow seep across the sky. She welcomed its warmth on her pale face. It had been a stressful few weeks and sleep had eluded her recently. The dark circles beneath her eyes were testament to how tired she felt. She had foregone rest again that night in order to write several letters, which now sat on her desk awaiting collection and despatch by her chambermaid.

With a deep breath, she firmed her resolve; the fresh morning air had invigorated her a little. ''The Mirror had asked this of her and she would not fail her sovereign''. Pulling her hood up to conceal her face - she would rather not be noticed and distracted from the task in hand - she made her way out of the gate and onto the road leading through the wooded Lower Trollfang. Following the course of the [[Locksmehr River]] and the high exterior walls of [[Wehnimer's Landing]], she slipped through the West Gate with a cursory nod to the sleepy guard and into the early morning bustle on the streets.

Reaching the southeast corner of the Town Square, she was relieved to see that a wagon was already waiting and she boarded it quickly. Apart from a couple of bruises, the journey to [[Bloodriven Village]] was without incident and she stepped out onto the muddy riverbank with the sun now high in the sky.

Lifting her skirts to avoid trailing them in the mud, she made her way carefully up and through the black iron gate. She weaved her way through the mid-morning crowds in Lyswe Court and past the buildings lining the cobbled streets. She was more determined than ever to escape notice today so she headed directly to her goal on Gloam Pike. The slipshod building was difficult to miss, it being painted in garish colours, and Rohese glanced warily around her before she entered.

A few minutes later, having acquired her purchase, she hung it around her neck and, with a nervous push, she activated it. It took all of her willpower not to scream out loud as the tiny hollow needles stabbed into her, suffusing her body with their noxious elixir. The pain was almost unbearable but it was soon over and she cautiously peered into her mirror.

<pre{{log2}}>
You see Lady [[Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l]] the Gentlewoman. 
She appears to be a Human from [[Kingdom of Hendor | Hendor]]. 
She is taller than average with a slender willowy form. She appears to be youthful. She has silver-lashed misty grey eyes and silky smooth, fair skin. She has lustrous, hip-length pale silver hair neatly collected within an umber alum-beaded snood. She has naturally glossy, rose-pink tinted lips. Peeking through her hair are dainty upswept ears tapering to fine points which enhance her fey-like countenance. 
She has an inking of a faint star constellation on her neck, and a cascade of tiny silver stars tattooed over her right eyebrow that fades into her hairline. 
She is in good shape. 
She is holding a silver-backed mirror etched with orbital moons in her right hand. 
She is wearing a metalworked withered tree talisman, a sleeveless pelisse of dove grey chamois collared in soft rabbit fur, a platinum wedding ring, a tall-collared onyx velvet bliaut with fur-lined hanging sleeves, and some tall cognac leather boots with perforated suede panels. 
</pre>

She was very aware that she was venturing into a troubled area of the Empire and was keen to avoid any issues. Despite recent developments, there were still those that upheld [[Chaston's Edict]] and wished ill on her kind. ''I will have to keep my hood up to avoid anyone seeing my ears but this illusion should help.''

Melting into the crowd, she made her way back down to the riverbank and the half-circle of wagons waiting there. ''Now to find a wagon to take me south''.

===Determination===
The wagon came to a halt in a sun-dappled clearing and the wagoner helped Rohese down. She was stiff from having spent the entire journey squashed between a rather stout, gruff-looking dwarf and a stack of awkwardly shaped crates filled with live poultry. She welcomed the chance to stretch her legs and breathe freely.

This was the first camp she had encountered. It was only a few hours ride from [[Bloodriven Village]] and was fairly small. It appeared to be a recent addition to the wooded area with only twenty or so tents erected around a crudely built, squat wooden building and a couple of fishing boats tied up at a makeshift dock on the nearby riverbank.

It was late afternoon and Rohese didn’t relish the prospect of another uncomfortable journey that day so she made her way over to the building to make enquiries about a place to sleep.

The timber-framed structure was simple in construction having only two storeys and a couple of partitioned rooms. It seemed to serve as a communal hall and inn of sorts. Rohese was pleasantly surprised at the comforts it afforded though; her room was basic but clean and the meal of freshly caught fish served that evening was delicious. She spent a pleasant hour conversing with some of the tent dwellers and learned that they were effectively the overspill from a much larger camp further along the river. They had decided to venture north and set up a quieter community of their own.

The stories they told of their loss were heartbreaking but Rohese’s spirits were uplifted a little by their optimism and desire to make the best of their circumstances. She listened to them share their recollection of the events that had unfolded in [[Talador]]: how they were forced to leave their homes with nothing but the clothes on their backs during the conflict and the countless thousands that had died in the blast that destroyed the Barony.

Some recounted the difficulties of the cold winter months they had endured in the early settlements with little to eat until the supply wagons started to arrive. Others spoke of the kindness they had personally received from the Lady [[Kasendra Chandrennin]]. They were keen to add that their dearest wish was to return home, even if that meant starting all over again in the Bleaklands. Rohese felt powerless to help them; all she could do was reassure them that, one day, it might be possible.

She cried herself to sleep that night but at least she slept; exhaustion had finally caught up with her.

The following morning, she reluctantly boarded the wagon again, this time accompanied by a mother and her two young children. The forlorn looking woman had spent the last six months travelling from camp to camp in the hope that her soldier husband had somehow escaped the atrocities and made his way to safety. As they made their way along the [[Locksmehr River]] trail, Rohese took the elder child and sat him in her lap whilst the mother nursed the baby. ''At last, something practical that I can do to help''.

===Decision===
It hadn’t stopped raining for three days but Rohese was relieved to see that it had at least reduced to a drizzle when she awoke that morning. Somewhat refreshed from her sleep and with her features still masked beneath the illusion, she ventured outside into the crowded camp.

There was a definite autumnal feeling in the air with the smell of loam and wood smoke filling her nostrils. The rain had made the ground muddy and treacherous underfoot but she picked her way carefully around the worst of the puddles and wheel ruts.

Lately she had been struck by the contrast of her time in the refugee camps and the glamour of recent weeks. [[Elanthian Fashion Week | Fashion Week]] had been a wonderful interlude but there was no escaping the harsh realities of life outside of cocktail parties and elegant balls. This brief sojourn into the imperial wilderness was a stark reminder that there was no place for silk gowns here.

At first glance the encampment seemed to be a bleak and dreary place but as the sun finally broke through the clouds and hoods were removed, Rohese could see the genuine smiles on people’s faces as they went about their business. The sound of nearby laughter caught her attention and she stepped aside just in time to see a gaggle of geese cross her path, honking and hinking as they tried to elude their keeper.

Her momentary pause was all the more fortuitous because just as Rohese was about to turn away, she overheard a snippet of conversation in which a familiar name was mentioned.

“See that they reach Puptilian, he has been waiting for these supplies.” Two guards walked past, paying no attention to Rohese standing in the doorway. “There’s another shipment on its way from the Free Port but the recent bad weather has delayed it.”

Rohese’s hand instinctively went to the talisman around her neck. She felt her illusion falter for a moment but with a gentle tug, it settled back into its genteel human countenance. Wrapping the fingers of her other hand around the soft leather pouch in her pocket, she smiled. ''Puptilian would understand why I need to do this.''

The guards continued their conversation as they headed towards the nearby watch tower. Once they were out of earshot, Rohese stepped into the Keep and up the narrow staircase to a small chamber on the first floor. She was due to meet with the [[Talador#Green_Sisters | Green Sisters]] and finalise arrangements for her journey into the Bleaklands.

===Despair===
The landscape had changed markedly in the last hour. The air was no longer filled with the sound of birdsong or the whisper of wind through the trees. A gloomy silence now hung around them, along with the lingering smell of acrid smoke.

Earlier that morning, Rohese had passed fields filled with crops ready for harvesting and orchards of trees laden with fruit ripe for picking. Her spirits had been lifted by a feeling of hope for the future. But this? This was too much to bear: a wasteland as far as the eye could see. An occasional breeze stirred the dust covering the scorched black earth, causing eddies of choking grey ash to rise and fall around them.

Kasendra’s encampment felt like a lifetime away from the devastation now laid out before her. The thousands of displaced people who had fled the horror had found refuge in the many camps scattered throughout the war-ravaged provinces east of Vornavis. They had made a start on rebuilding their lives but [[Talador]] was still their home. With the help of the [[Talador#Green Sisters | Green Sisters]], perhaps it would one day be possible to return but, faced with this reality, it seemed like a distant dream.

One of the Sisters reached over and gently squeezed Rohese’s hand. Her eyes spoke volumes and it alleviated Rohese’s despair a little. Despite her youth, the young girl that had befriended Rohese back in the camp was both kind and astute. They had talked a lot over the last couple of days and Rohese had confided in her about her true identity. Her name was Tyrie and she had spent the last six months travelling back and forth between the camps and the Bleaklands, in an attempt to restore some life to the once lush Barony. [[Talador]] had been her childhood home and, despite her perpetual smile, it was clear that she was still moved by the events of last year.

The wagon eventually came to a halt at the bottom of a shallow valley just as drops of rain started to fall from the dark clouds overhead. Remnants of an ancient oak wood were visible through the undulating piles of ash with skeletal arm-like boughs of fallen trees reaching upwards. A sepulchral silence pervaded the area where the trees no longer stood. Nothing stirred, nothing sang, and nothing shone.

Rohese climbed down and joined the Sisters as they began to clear an area of ground. They worked steadily for a few hours to lift away the debris, not letting the sporadic rain showers hinder their progress. Beneath a pile of charred and broken wood, they found a small patch of sickly yellow grass. Turning their attention to the only sign of life in that whole area, they tended it with water and herbal nutrients. Rohese knew this was the spot she had been looking for.

Taking care not to damage the grass, she knelt on the ground and reached inside her pelisse for the soft leather pouch. She loosened the drawstring to reveal a handful of wrinkled brown acorns. Prior to embarking on this journey, Rohese had made a point of collecting acorns from both the [[House Sylvanfair | Sylvanfair]] tree in [[Wehnimer's Landing]] and the Oak Grove surrounding the [[Ta'Illistim]] Manse. It seemed only fitting to plant them here.

Bringing them to her lips, she reverently kissed each in turn before gently pushing them into the damp, grassy earth. Sister Tyrie joined her and together they said a prayer over the planted seeds. A single tear tracked down Rohese’s dirt-smudged cheek and landed on the hallowed ground. The clouds parted for the first time that day and a pale yellow sun could be seen hanging low in the sky. ''Perhaps [[Lumnis]] and [[Imaera]] had heard their prayer and would bless this ground with a new woodland in the years to come.''

Tyrie and Rohese rose to their feet and wordlessly hugged each other. Tyrie was still smiling and it was Rohese’s turn to do the same.

===Dawning===
Dawn had always been her favourite time of day; it heralded new beginnings. Rohese sat on the grassy hillside to watch the sun rise and allowed her thoughts to wander. The golden wash of sunshine broke over the misty horizon and flooded the meadow below with its nourishing warmth. As the burgeoning light crept towards her, she felt refreshed and invigorated. ''I wonder what joys and sorrows today has in store for me?''

Rising to her feet, Rohese straightened her gown. She barely noticed the creases, grass stains, and damp patches anymore. A couple of weeks ago, she would have been horrified at the thought of such shabby attire but it didn’t seem to matter somehow. With a beatific smile, she walked back into the encampment and acknowledged the kind greeting of the gate guards. She had become a familiar face now and, whilst she still missed home, she no longer felt bereft of friends.

She hadn't taken more than a dozen steps through the gate when she was met by a courier. Handing over a folded sheet of matte black paper, he darted away to make another delivery. Rohese opened the letter and wrinkled her nose as a faint scent of manure wafted up from its surface.

Holding the offending sheet as far away from her nose as possible, she quickly scanned the neat lines of text and smiled to herself. Heartfire had clearly found someone to read her letter and duly scribe a response for him. Naamit had cleverly squeezed his rather long dictated reply into every available space and had even managed to capture his little endearing nuances. ''Pick up some kitten pie from the [[Pie Shop]], indeed''.

Just as she folded the letter and tucked it into her pocket, she felt a gentle tug at her skirts and looked down into a pair of familiar brown eyes. It was the little boy she had held on her lap during the initial wagon journey to the camp. A grubby hand reached up to take hers and led her over to a nearby cluster of tents. Following the child with amused curiosity, she discovered his mother seated on a low stool, in the process of milking a goat. Standing next to her was a dark-complected man with the same brown eyes and a baby in his arms.

“Da-da!” The little boy beamed brightly at Rohese, and pointed towards the man who chuckled and nodded. “Yes, son, “I’m your da-da,” he replied, ruffling the little boy’s hair.

Rohese was invited to break bread with the family but politely declined. Despite everything she had experienced lately, she still kept to her daytime fasting regime. She did, however, accept a cup of the freshly drawn goat’s milk and sat with them whilst they joyfully recounted the story of their long-awaited reunion.

Amid all of the joviality, however, Rohese noticed that the little boy kept tugging roughly at the slightly pointed tip of his ear. Pulling him into her lap, she asked him why he was deliberately hurting himself. As the tears welled up in the little boy’s eyes, his father pushed back his black hair, tucking it behind a sharply pointed ear, and Rohese understood.

“Are you teased because of your ears?” she gently asked the little boy, who nodded and tugged angrily at them once more.

“Shall I let you into a secret?” she whispered quietly to him and he nodded again.

Rohese pulled at her talisman, causing the illusion around her to drop, and pushed back the hood of her pelisse to reveal the fine points of her own ears peeking through her pale silver hair. The little boys eyes widened and he reached up to touch them. Flinging his arms around her neck, he kissed her cheek and, with a wide grin, he squirmed out of her lap to join a group of boys who were chasing a plump of ducks. Both parents simply smiled at her and poured more milk into her cup. This humble gesture was enough to reassure Rohese that, no matter what, she was welcome amongst them.

Sipping her milk, she watched the merriment of the children at play and thought about Heartfire having to seek help to read and write. It suddenly dawned on her. Now she knew how she could make a difference. The children were the future and the one thing she understood, more than anything else, was the importance of education; as did her beloved [[Argent Mirror]]. She was suddenly excited about all of the opportunities that were now before her. She had so many ideas tumbling around in her head about how she could take this forward. It would be asking a lot of people at home but she had faith in their desire to help too. ''Today was a joyous day.''

===Daughter===
The light sound of knocking at the door broke Rohese’s meditation. She rose to her feet to open it and was greeted by Tyrie who was smiling widely even as she apologised profusely for having disturbed her.

“Come with me! There’s someone I’d like you to meet,” she announced, leading Rohese eagerly down the narrow stairs.

Wending their way past the clusters of tents, wagons, and animal pens, Tyrie guided her towards a large cream pavilion on the outskirts of the encampment and ducked through the flap.

Despite it being mid-morning, the interior was illuminated by an array of beeswax candles and the air carried the scent of honey and chamomile. Rohese breathed deeply of the familiar aroma and immediately felt calmed; it reminded her of the [[Library Aies]] back in [[Ta'Illistim]] with its dimly-lit hallways and beeswax polished wood panelling.

Standing at a nearby table, with her back to them both, was a strikingly tall woman dressed in a hooded cloak of vibrantly coloured feathers. Hearing Tyrie and Rohese enter, she turned and walked towards them. Taking both of Rohese’s hands in her own, she bent to rest her forehead on them by way of a greeting.

“I am so pleased to meet you,” she remarked quietly, pushing her hood back to reveal a shock of white hair cut close to her head. “Tyrie has told me so much about you.” The lower portion of her face was concealed by a swathe of white silk but her blue eyes reflected a warm smile and a friendly disposition.

Rohese was rather taken aback but Tyrie was quick to explain that Inula was one of the [[Orders of the Turamzzyrian_Empire#The Daughters of Lumnis | Daughters of Lumnis]]. On hearing about Rohese and her plans, she had requested to meet with her.

“You two have a lot to talk about, I’m sure!” Tyrie declared, kissing both women on the cheek and disappearing back through the flap. Inula laughed lightly and gestured to Rohese to sit.

It was dusk by the time Tyrie returned to find the two women still engaged in conversation and surrounded by a pile of open books and empty teacups.

“I’ve arranged for the wagon to take you to [[Vornavis]] in the morning, as requested,” Tyrie said to Rohese, who rose to her feet and nodded in appreciation.

With no word of explanation, Inula offered Rohese a length of airy white silk, similar to her own, and pressed it affectionately into her hands. Rohese closed her eyes for a moment and, making a silent vow to Lumnis, she fixed the veil across the lower part of her face. ''It was time to get to work. It was time to go home''.

===Devotion===
Rohese stepped through the door of the [[Lumnis]]’ Temple and into the comforting glow of the sconces lining the walls of the Hall of Light. Breathing a sigh of relief, she pushed back her hood and removed the white silk veil from her face. Her measured footfall was muffled by the plush woven rugs covering the marble floor as she made her way purposefully towards the gilded spiral staircase and ascended it.

Continuing past the Pool of Thought, Rohese avoided the temptation to admire the artistry of the ceiling and entered the rotunda at the far end. The Sanctuary of the Journey was one of the most beautiful chambers in the Temple so this time she allowed herself a moment to pause and appreciate the frieze on the entablature overhead. It depicted a journey of trials, sorrows and victories; all the more poignant since her own recent difficult journey.

As well as the impressive architectural sculptures, the chamber also housed a stone altar. Rohese slowly climbed the blue marble steps, mouthing a prayer of blessing for the displaced people of [[Talador]] with each footstep. Reaching the Altar of Illumination, she lit a pale ivory chamomile candle and placed it reverently among the votives. The flame flickered slightly on a small draft but steadied to illuminate the shadows with its soft golden glow. To the side, a shallow granite bowl, filled with smoldering sandalwood embers, emitted curling tendrils of perfumed smoke into the air.

Rohese inhaled deeply and felt at peace for the first time in weeks. The combination of a good night’s sleep in her Ebondrift marital bed and the bracing sea air of the Free Port had helped but, most of all, she was just happy to be back in the hallowed halls of her Lady’s Temple.

''Help me to walk in your light and live my life with wisdom and understanding''. With a final benediction, Rohese clasped her hands in a reverent gesture and headed back down the stairs. Stepping into the [[Solhaven]] sunlight, she fixed the white silk veil back across her mouth and began the last stage of her journey; the one that would finally take her home to [[Ta'Illistim]].

===Deliberation===
<pre{{log2}}>
Inside a stiff white envelope are two sheets of faintly watermarked vellum, each bearing the Bayvel family crest.

Lord Aeriadrn Ghaeriden Illistim
Office of the Seneschal
[[Ta'Illistim]] Keep
25th day of Imaerasta, in the year 5117

Seneschal,

I was charged by our illustrious [[Argent Mirror]] to look into the possibility of extending further aid to those still displaced in the west. I have therefore spent the last few weeks visiting encampments and trading posts established around the northern regions of the [[Turamzzyrian Empire]].

I took the opportunity to live among the camp communities and spoke with members of the religious organizations endeavoring to restore life to the former Barony of [[Talador]]. I am relieved to report that, due to the generosity of many benefactors and fortitude of the refugees, most of their needs are being met. Preparations are well underway for the winter: supplies continue to be forthcoming from the imperial provinces and this year’s harvest looks to be bountiful.

I also visited the haunting wasteland, referred to as the Bleaklands, and witnessed for myself the devastation unleashed upon the territory. Words cannot begin to explain what I saw but work is underway to heal the land; optimism prevails and I believe it will endure.

Whilst I do not deem further aid in terms of provisions to be necessary at this time, I do have a proposal for the Council of Thrones to consider. It is my belief that the children are the ones who suffer most from the deeds of their ancestors; they are the future of the Empire and one thing they are lacking at the moment, because of their displacement, is a structured education. It is through education that we can hopefully prevent a repeat of this regretful situation.

With the Argent Mirror’s permission, I would like to propose a collaborative effort whereby we ask the Shining City’s citizens and residents to assist us in gathering appropriate supplies (books, writing materials, scientific instruments, maps etc.) and possibly even the necessary scholars and teachers. I would also suggest that, due to their proximity, we reach out to the Head teachers of both the Landing’s [[Wellington Home]] and [[Solhaven]]’s Triton Day School to assist us with the provision of these resources. I willingly offer my services to the Council in that regard.

I await the Mirror’s deliberation and have the honor to be her most humble and obedient servant.

High Lady Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l
Scrivener of [[Ta'Illistim]] and Patron of the Displaced
</pre>

Pulling her brush through her pale silver hair one last time, Rohese turned her attention to the outfit laid out on her bed. Her chambermaid had chosen a rather ostentatious gown, which might have been appropriate under different circumstances but today was not about making an impression; it was about making a difference.

The discussions over tea with the [[Argent Mirror]] this morning had the potential to change a lot of young lives. Her thoughts turned a little melancholy as she was reminded yet again of her inability to have children of her own but it made her all the more determined to see that others were cared for.

Returning the gown to the linen press, Rohese pulled out a plain white cotehardie and a modest surcote. ''Something less glamorous, I think''. Once dressed, she deftly gathered her hair into a loose top knot, skewering it with a pair of pearl-tipped driftwood hairsticks to keep it tidy, and draped a silk veil across her face. She had become accustomed to wearing the veil and smiled beneath it as she was reminded of her meeting last month with the Daughters of [[Lumnis]].

Stepping into the Solar, she picked up her journal from the desk but paused for a moment. ''No. It must come from the heart today and not my notes''. She replaced the journal and picked up the envelope containing several promissory notes instead. The generosity of the Vaalorian people had moved her. Lady Nihrvanah had worked tirelessly over the last few weeks to raise awareness in the fortress. Rohese would see that the funds raised during the [[Autumnal Glory Festival]], along with the personal donation of Mayor [[Cruxophim]], were forwarded the Loremasters to aid in their efforts. Word had also reached Rohese that educational resources were already being boxed and shipped west, which pleased her enormously.

She made her way downstairs to see a pile of book-filled boxes stacked by the door – along with a selection of rather dubious looking pies.

“I see Heartfire stopped by in the night,” she remarked to the maid clearing out the fireplace who simply laughed and nodded.

Rohese stepped outside into the autumn sunlight and breathed in the crisp clean air. With a final glance over her outfit, she headed out of the manse gate and made her way towards the [[Ta'Illistim]] Keep. ''Our work is just beginning''.

====Roundtable Discussions====
With a second winter looming, Rohese’s thoughts had turned once more to the northern Baronies of the [[Turamzzyrian Empire]] and the refugee encampments she had recently visited. Despite the reassurances of the camp leaders that their basic needs were being met, she was concerned about the continuity of much-needed supply runs during the coldest months. Once the snows came, there was no guarantee that the wagons could get even through.

Yesterday's round table discussion with the [[Argent Mirror]] and many other concerned parties had settled her mind somewhat. The [[Council of Thrones]] had finally agreed it was time to extend significant aid to the west. It was long overdue, in Rohese's opinion, but she also understood about the complexity of court politics, especially where the Empire was involved.

[[Myasara Illistim|Myasara]]'s determination to be the advocate for change was encouraging but it was likely to cause ripples of dissent throughout the Nations. Her declaration about reaching out to the rulers of all the elven noble houses with a view to engaging with the Emperor was radical but necessary if a concerted effort was to be made to bring relief and support to the displaced.

Rohese ran through the salient points of the meeting in her mind to try and prioritise them. It was more important than ever now to ensure everything was being done as expeditiously as possible.

* At the [[Argent Mirror]]'s request, she had agreed to serve as ambassador and lead a small party of representatives to meet with the Baron [[Dunrith Malwind]]. She had managed to convince her good friend Siierra to accompany her as her knowledge of herbal lore would be vital; not to mention her possible connection with the [[Talador#Green_Sisters | Green Sisters]] and their work in the [[Talador]] Bleaklands. Renowned for her steadfast demeanor and professionalism, Esana, High Priestess of House [[Vaalor]], had been persuaded to join them. In addition, Maiden Tyrrah had also offered to come along. Her experience with the [[Wellington Home]] orphans would be invaluable.
* The [[Argent Mirror]] would write to the Baron to inform him of her plans and set up the meeting.
* As a matter of courtesy and diplomacy, the Lady Riend had offered to write to members of both the [[Order of the Azure Sun]] and [[Order of the Silver Gryphon]] to keep them abreast of the situation and to serve as a formal introduction of the [[Argent Mirror]]'s representatives. Both Sir Bristenn and Sir Cryheart would make ideal advocates in the Imperial Court and Rohese looked forward to renewing their acquaintance.
* As part of an extensive re-building programme, the [[Argent Mirror]] had instructed Commander [[Murstyr Javilerre]] of the [[Sapphire Guard]] to organize the gathering of timber from the surrounding woodlands and forests, as well as its shipment across the [[Dragonspine Mountains]]. In addition, stone was being collected and transported by the giant clans in the North. The Artificers were on standby.
* The crates in both Briarstone Court and Hanging Gardens would be regularly emptied to allow for the continued donation of education supplies such as books, quills, and scientific apparatus. Larger scale donation drives were to be considered as Archales was concerned about the possible overflow from the crates. Shipments would be sent as soon as agreements had been made with the Baron.
* Ceyrin had offered to renew his correspondence with the Right Honorable Her Ladyship Baroness Delphinuria Hochstib in the hope of smoothing any ruffled imperial feathers. He was also persuaded, albeit reluctantly, to accompany the ladies west.

Rohese sighed heavily and reached for her quill and parchment. There was much to do in preparation with the added distraction of both the [[Ta'Illistim Grand Arts Gala 2017|Ta'Illistim Art Gala]] this weekend and the [[Elanthian Conclave]] at the end of the month.

====Tensions in the Bayvel-Timsh’l Household====
"I’m not happy about this, Rohese." Sighisoara furrowed his brow and leaned back in his chair with a heavy sigh.

Seeing how upset she had become, he rose and took both of her hands in his. In an attempt to reason with her, he adopted a more conciliatory tone.

"I appreciate why you have agreed to lead the delegation but you must surely understand my concern? You know that I am at a crucial stage in my research and cannot leave [[Ta'Illistim]] to accompany you."

Rohese nodded and regarded him with deep affection.

"I have to do this. Even if the [[Argent Mirror]] hadn’t requested it of me, I would have gone on my own volition. If you’d only seen those encampments for yourself ... and the children ..."

Her voice caught and she averted her gaze to avoid him seeing the tears welling in her eyes. Sensing defeat, Sighisoara exhaled. Lifting her chin with his finger, he stared pointedly at her.

"I will let you go on one condition," he reluctantly conceded. "You must stay with Lady Esana Lartuen-Ilynov at all times and send regular letters to let me know you are safe. The slightest hint of any hostility from those imperials and I will insist you return home immediately."

Rohese was somewhat taken aback by the seriousness of his manner; he had never raised any objections to her philanthropic work in the past but his stance on this matter had put her on edge. ''Perhaps it was folly. Was she being naïve in believing they could make a difference?''

"I will instruct the staff to prepare the Ebondrift house for you." Sighisoara continued, turning to sit back at his desk. Rohese rested her hand on his arm.

"No need, my love. Do not trouble them as Hospitallier [[Dirra]] has already sent word that she has secured chambers in the [[Solhaven]] Inn for us all.” In an effort to appease him, she quickly added, “I think it would be safer if we stayed together and under the protection of the [[Order of the Azure Sun]]."

Leaning in close to him, she kissed him tenderly on the cheek.

"I promise to be mindful and do nothing to put myself or members of my party in danger.” She sighed wistfully. “I wish you could come with us but I do understand."

In an effort to lighten the mood, Rohese added casually, "I would like to purchase a new piece of art before I leave though." Wrinkling her nose, she inwardly breathed a sigh of relief as she saw a grin break across her husband’s face.

"Whatever you wish, pixie," he chuckled, kissing her in return and seating himself back at his desk.

Rohese's thoughts turned to other more frivolous matters while she had the chance. ''Now to decide what to wear to the art exhibition''!

====One Step Forward====
The window seat afforded a perfect view of the Manse courtyard and Glydemar Forest beyond. Rohese read Puptilian's letter again and gazed out of the window at the oak trees. The blaze of autumnal color had now faded to a muted palette of brown and yellow as the remaining leaves clung tenaciously to the spindly boughs of the trees. Fall was surrendering to winter’s gentle incursion in the [[Elven Nations]] and her thoughts drifted to the encampments across the mountains.

Puptilian’s plea reminded her of the difficult journey she had undertaken through the northern baronies of the [[Turamzzyrian Empire]] and the privations she had witnessed for herself. That was earlier in the year though and winter was not usually so forgiving in the west. Harsh snows and freezing temperatures were likely to cause difficulties with supply runs. If the rumors of unnatural fog at sea and the looming threat of war in [[Wehnimer's Landing]] were also true, it would be the refugees that would suffer the most.

Rohese sighed. ''One step forward, two steps back''. Plans for the diplomatic visit to the Barony of [[Vornavis]] were well underway and, while she understood the need for protocol, she was eager to make a start. ''They need our help now, more than ever''!

Lady Riend Ar'Fiernel had made contact with Sir Cryheart Thaxin and Sir Bristenn Mires to serve as advocates in the Imperial Court. Rohese had since received word from Hospitallier Dirra Crawfinn that suites had been reserved for the party in the [[Solhaven]] Inn. First Legionnaire Esana Lartuen-Ilynov Vaalor had gained the Crown’s approval to represent House [[Vaalor]] and duly undertaken to commission training weapons. Crates around [[Ta'Illistim]] were being filled with donations of educational resources and other supplies. Wood was being gathered from nearby sources to be shipped west as soon as possible.

Turning her attention back to Puptilian’s letter, Rohese pondered his request. ''I will see that this is raised at the next roundtable with the [[Argent Mirror]]. In the meantime, I will speak to Siierra, she will know what to do''.

Leaving the comfort of the cushioned seat, she rose to her feet and placed the letter on the growing pile to be answered. The household was stirring and there were other chores to be done first.

====Poetry is the Raising of Consciousness====
Rohese ran her finger lovingly across the collection of books stacked neatly on the high shelf. Some were so old that the flimsy spines and covers were scarcely able to contain their precious contents and the titles were faded beyond recognition. ''It's here somewhere, I know it is''. She paused and pulled out a slim doeskin-covered grimoire entitled "Green Witchcraft". Quickly scanning the beautifully illustrated pages within, she smiled to herself. ''This might be of interest to Siierra and Puptilian''. Slipping the book into her pocket, she resumed her search.

Climbing higher on the stepladder, she reached up to the topmost shelf and retrieved a small silk-wrapped bundle. She gazed fondly at the small volume nestled in the palm of her hand and carefully opened it. It was one of her most prized possessions but she knew it would probably help with their cause. Stepping down, she sat on a nearby chair and took a moment to peruse a few passages of the ancient elvish prose. Time had certainly taken its toll on the book; the pale silvery text filling the tissue-thin pages within was barely legible but she couldn’t fail to be moved by the poetry of one of her most beloved Illistimi sister-elves.

Grand-daughter of [[Linsandrych Illistim]], [[Adonethwen Illistim]] was fourth in the dynastic line of [[Argent Mirror]]s and the reason Rohese had joined the [[Order of Lorekeepers]]. She was renowned for her poetry; most notably the sestina. ''Surely the Baron would appreciate the significance of this gift and the message it conveys?''

Closing the book, Rohese rose to her feet and glanced about her. She would miss the tranquility of her library but she couldn’t delay her journey any longer. Baron [[Dunrith Malwind]] had been made aware of their coming and, with the new year on the horizon, it was time to get back to work.

A few hours later ...

Rohese tucked the books into the folds of a velvet gown and closed the lid of her small trunk. Securing the buckles, she called for her chambermaid and gave her some last-minute instructions. Then, donning her longcoat, she stepped outside into the chilly, early morning air and headed west.

===Diplomacy===
Rohese climbed down from the wagon and handed over the last few silvers in her pocket as a thank you. With her hood up, she weaved her way through the crowds in the North Market and slipped unnoticed into the [[Solhaven]] Inn. She was weary and muddy from travelling but determined to do a few things before she could allow herself the luxury of taking a bath.

Closing the door on her well-appointed chambers with a sigh of relief, she shrugged her way out of her cloak and hung it on a nearby hook, noting that it was in need of a few repairs. I must seek out a reputable seamstress if I am to stay warm and dry this winter. She closed her eyes and shivered as she was reminded of the relentless rain and sleet she had encountered in the wilds over the last few days.

Despite the bad weather, the Lady Elviel had made her stay at the north [[Talador]] outpost very comfortable and she had enjoyed her company. Although slight in appearance, it was clear that the Sylvan leader of the settlement had an inner strength and was steadfast in her resolve to make a difference. Rohese was keen to do all she could to help too. They spoke at length about the problems faced on a daily basis in the area and Rohese shared her thoughts about the recent audience with the Baron. Before leaving at dawn that morning, Rohese embraced her warmly and reassured Elviel that the [[Argent Mirror]] was equally determined to lend her support. She promised to return soon – and hopefully not empty handed.

Seating herself at the small table in her room, Rohese reached for her much-loved stationery box and began writing a few brief letters. Applying her wax seal to the final envelope, she scanned the familiar names on them and hurried downstairs to catch the evening courier. She mulled over the content of the missives and hoped they would reach their respective destinations in time.

Content in the knowledge that she had done all she could for now, her thoughts finally turned to a bath, a bowl of broth, and perhaps some tea with Esana before bedtime.

===Dreaming===
(Silent Tears) 

Thick snowflakes swirled around her, obscuring her vision. Rohese pulled her fur-mantled coat tightly around her and pressed forward through the blizzard. She had no idea where she was going or who she was looking for but there was a sense of urgency in her search. It was bitterly cold and she was lost. She called out in the vain hope that someone would hear her cry for help but, whether it was a silent plea or her words were simply lost on the wind, she went unheard. Her desperate tears froze on her cheeks.

Surrounded by stacks of boxes and crates, Rohese felt overwhelmed by the generosity of the [[Elven Nations]]. She watched as each was opened by a group of [[Solhaven]] volunteers only to reveal that they were all empty. She stood in shock as they turned to face her, pointing accusatory fingers and making disparaging remarks. She opened her mouth to try and explain but no words were forthcoming. Feeling the walls close in on her, she did her best to hold back tears of humiliation.

Standing in the bottom of a shallow valley on the outskirts of the [[Talador]] Bleaklands, Rohese was surrounded by undulated piles of grey ash and skeletal arm-like boughs of fallen trees. Bathed in a shaft of golden sunlight, a lone tree stood in middle of the devastation, its low hanging branches laden with ripe fruit. Plucking a rosy red apple, Rohese bit into it but watched in horror as the apple turned black in her hand and her mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood. She screamed but no sound could be heard.

A barrage of images continued to assault her senses as if her memories were fighting for attention: the lifeless body of a little boy with dark brown eyes cradled in the arms of his grieving father faded to reveal her friend, Inula, standing in a room filled with candles. Reaching out to hug her, she disintegrated into a cloud of brightly colored feathers.

Rohese whimpered and stirred in her sleep. Sighisoara pulled her into his embrace and murmured, “Another bad dream, pixie?”

Rohese woke with a start and reached out for her husband, only to find the other side of her bed was cold and unoccupied.

She wept silent tears.

===Disappearance===
Rohese put the finishing touches to her painting and stepped back to scrutinize her work. She contemplated the bleak landscape portrayed on the canvas in grey oils and sighed. ''I wish Puptilian could see it, I think he would approve''. Reaching for the rag hanging on the side of her easel, she wiped her brush clean and placed it alongside the others in her paintbox. She was conscious of the time, knowing that she only had a few hours before dawn and her departure. ''No matter, I will see him soon enough anyway and I can tell him all about it''. Stifling a yawn, she carefully wrapped the canvas in linen and propped it against the small trunk at the foot of her bed.

Turning her attention to the trunk itself, she added the last few items she would need for her journey. It was still cold in the outlying regions of [[Talador]] and Rohese knew from experience that the camps had few of the home comforts she was used to. Laying her gown out ready for the morning, she climbed into bed and finally succumbed to her exhaustion.

It seemed like she was only asleep for a moment when the seagull squarks heralded a new day and pulled her from her reverie. Dawn had brought a sea mist with it, shrouding the buildings of the freeport in a damp silvery glow.

Dressed in a simple woollen cotehardie and fur-mantled coat, Rohese descended the staircase to the Inn’s main hall. She approached the front desk and greeted the Innkeeper politely before handing over the linen-wrapped canvas and several pristine white envelopes.

“Please see that these are delivered as soon as possible,” she said, followed by the brightest smile she could manage so early in the morning. “Especially the canvas,” she urged, “that needs to reach [[Cairnfang Manor]] for their Art Exhibit as a matter of urgency.”

The Innkeeper nodded and managed a half-hearted grin. He glanced down, noting that the three envelopes were addressed to [[Ta'Illistim]] and mentally counted the courier costs.

“This should cover the expense,” Rohese added, placing a pouch of coins into his hand, “and please keep my room for me as I hope to be back in a week or so.”

His grin widened somewhat when he felt its weight and quickly pocketed it with an agreeable nod.

A few hours later …

The wagon was making good time as it trundled northeastwards along the muddy trail. The snow had melted in exposed areas leaving water-filled ruts that caused it to lurch from side-to-side. A particularly deep pothole jolted Rohese from her daydream, almost causing her to drop the picture locket in her hand. She had been feeling homesick lately, despite her recent tea engagement with the Lady Sayilla Javilerre and brief visit to [[Ta'Vaalor]] for their spring festival.

Rohese had warmed to Sayilla from the outset and enjoyed her company. With Esana having returned east for a while, it was good to have other elven companionship but she was a reminder of the stark contrast between her life back in [[Ta'Illistim]] and her current destination.

With a sigh of resignation, Rohese glanced around and noticed that the young man sitting opposite was looking at her. She adjusted her hood to ensure her ears were covered and cautiously smiled at him. Quickly averting his eyes, he stared sheepishly at the trees lining their route. Then, with a furrowed brow, he leaned forward to peer into the dark forest beyond. Barely any light permeated the dense evergreen canopy. Rohese watched with trepidation as his hand moved slowly to rest on the dagger sheath at his belt.

With a loud yell, Rohese’s fellow passenger tried to warn the wagoneer as a group of bandits burst from the shadows with crossbows in hand. Realising they were in imminent danger, the young man grabbed Rohese and unceremoniously pulled her from her seat and the wagon. Without explanation, he dragged her away from the ambush and into the relative safety of the trees. In the confusion, she dropped her locket but continued to run as fast as she could; the ground was uneven and she was afraid of losing her footing.

A sharp pain suddenly bit deep into her shoulder causing her to cry out and stumble forward. Her landing was softened by the snow-covered loam of the forest floor but the weight of her savior falling on top of her was too much to bear. Rohese’s last recollection was a warm red stain seeping into the cold white carpet around her before everything went black.

===Disquiet===
A light footfall entered the room and the wolf lifted a pale muzzle from its paws to intently watch the interlopers as they approached the bed. The window was open and a cool spring breeze fragranced the air with hints of petrichor and sweet-smelling herbs. Rohese's pale silver hair stirred slightly against the white linen pillow but her eyes remained closed despite the intrusion.

''Is she going to be alright?''

''Only time will tell. It was quite a few days before she was found and brought here. We’ve done all we can but, with no skilled healer, it’s not likely to be enough.''

''How is he doing?''

''He woke briefly last night but hasn’t spoken yet.''

''No one else survived the bandit attack then?''

''No, we found several bodies.''

''Who are they?''

''We have no idea! The wagon had been looted so we have no way of identifying anyone, although, we did find this in the snow nearby.''

One of the men held up a cracked driftwood locket. The voices faded as they continued their discussion in hushed tones and exited the room. The wolf resumed his sleepy vigil.

[[Category: Essays]]

FashionCon 5118

2018-06-24T09:36:06Z

CHIVERST: /* Programme of Events */

This year (2018), [[Elanthian Fashion Week]] will be replaced by '''FashionCon''', a 3-day conference to celebrate fashion in Elanthia. Expect a weekend filled with lectures, workshops and discussion groups, as well as the opportunity to socialise with fellow delegates at parties and other fun events.

In another change of direction, the conference will be held against the backdrop of shimmering blue spires, majestic marble bridges, and beautiful gardens of [[Ta'Illistim]]

== Programme of Events ==

Organisations who are interested in participating and hosting events, please complete a [https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScjlMSyuykEgW4llSWYt_QT3um7mAckrVbE1Z9SoKdRRFVBYA/viewform REGISTRATION FORM].

'''Day of the Huntress, 27th day of Koaratos to Restday, 29th day of Koaratos (Friday, July 27th to Sunday, July 29th)'''

''All times Eastern''

{|{{prettytable}}
|'''Date'''
|'''Time'''
|'''Event'''
|'''Host/s'''
|'''Venue'''
|'''Decription'''
|-
|rowspan="3"|[[Day of the Huntress]] (Friday), 27th
|7pm
|Registration and Champagne Reception
|[[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Mirrored Hall
|CONFERENCE OPENS. RAFFLE for a special case of [[Prestige Champagne]].
|-
|8pm
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Order of the Sphere and Scythe]]
|TBC
|Fashionable Fortunes: Join the Sphere and Scythe as they present a brief lecture on the Sylvankind lore regarding magical properties of some gems in Elanthia commonly used in jewelry and clothing adornments. This event is geared toward both the spiritually and fashionably inclined!
|-
|9pm
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Alliance of High Elven Society]]
|TBC
|Details to follow
|-
|rowspan="12"|[[Feastday]] (Saturday), 28th
|10am
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Classroom
|Alteration 101: An IC class about general [[alteration]]s with hints and tips on how to get the most of out of your time with a [[merchant]].
|-
|11am
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Studio
|Style and Expression: An informal brainstorming session for creating [[alteration]] ideas.
|-
|Noon
|Lunch Break
|
|
|
|-
|1pm
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Classroom
|The Art of Accessorizing (Part 1): The first of two IC classes on accessories and how to use them. This class will focus on jewelry which can be both decorative and enhancive. All those attending will be given a piece of unique scripted jewelry to take away.
|-
|2pm
|
|
|
|
|-
|3pm
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Garden
|A short class on [[weaving]]. Learn how to create accessories and practice your new skills. Everything you need will be supplied. RAFFLE for a full set of [[weaving]] tools.
|-
|4pm
|Refreshment Break
|
|
|
|-
|5pm
|style="background:#DAF2CE; text-align: center;"|'''DISCUSSION'''
|[[House Sylvanfair]]
|TBC
|An informal gathering and swap meet to discuss [[Whax doll]] fashion and trade accessories. RAFFLE for a fully assembled [[Whax doll]] and collection of accessories.
|-
|6pm
|Fashionable [[Greedy Gremlins]]
|[[House Sylvanfair]]
|TBC
|Popular word game with a fashion theme
|-
|7pm
|
|
|
|
|-
|8pm
|
|
|
|
|-
|9pm
|Dance of the Elements
|[[Alliance of High Elven Society]]
|[[Ebonstone Manor]], Ballroom
|Themed costume ball
|-
|rowspan="10"|[[Restday]] (Sunday), 29th
|10am
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Classroom
|The Art of Accessorizing (Part 2): The second of two IC classes on accessories and how to use them. This class will focus on hats, gloves, canes, fans etc. Guest speaker will spin for a few winners of assorted accessory items to take away. RAFFLE for a [[Vanne fan]].
|-
|11am
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Studio
|A cobbling demonstration at the workshop in [[Cysaegir]] and opening of the doors to the [[Looking Glass]] atelier for the sale of themed master-cobbled footwear at bargain prices
|-
|Noon
|Lunch Break
|
|
|
|-
|1pm
|
|
|
|
|-
|2pm
|style="background:#DAF2CE; text-align: center;"|'''DISCUSSION'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Orangery
|An informal discussion about the latest trends with a special guest
|-
|3pm
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Garden
|An informal workshop on how to create a fashion folio or scrapbook. Everything you need to get started will be supplied.
|-
|4pm
|Refreshment Break
|
|
|
|-
|5pm
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Classroom
|This IC class will look at the clothing, jewelry, and millinery of [[Joola]] and [[Veola]]. Guest speaker will SPIN for ONE fully altered and unlocked [[Veola]] courtesy of [[House Sylvanfair]]
|-
|6pm
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]]
|Learn how to knit and practice your new skill. Everything that you need to get started will be supplied.
|-
|7pm
|Fashion Wars! Revenge of the Fashionistas
|[[House Sylvanfair]], [[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ebonstone Manor]], Ballroom
|A return of the siegery tournament with representatives of the fashionable elite. RAFFLE for a set of special [[Ta'Illistim]] [[perfume]]s. CONFERENCE CLOSES.
|}

== Themes ==

The Classic Elements (earth, air, fire, and water) 

<pre{{log2}}>
Fire transforms us
Air moves us
Water shapes us
Earth heals us
</pre>

'''Chalat Award''': To be announced

''Awarded in honor of [[Chalat Greyvael Illistim]], Former First Couturier of the Argentate''

== Resources ==

[https://sites.google.com/site/elanthianelegance/home Elanthian Elegance website] 

[http://www.fenogs.com/fashion.html Fenog's Fashion Formation] 

[[Category: Fashion]]

FashionCon 5118

2018-06-24T09:35:03Z

CHIVERST: /* Programme of Events */

This year (2018), [[Elanthian Fashion Week]] will be replaced by '''FashionCon''', a 3-day conference to celebrate fashion in Elanthia. Expect a weekend filled with lectures, workshops and discussion groups, as well as the opportunity to socialise with fellow delegates at parties and other fun events.

In another change of direction, the conference will be held against the backdrop of shimmering blue spires, majestic marble bridges, and beautiful gardens of [[Ta'Illistim]]

== Programme of Events ==

Organisations who are interested in participating and hosting events, please complete a [https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScjlMSyuykEgW4llSWYt_QT3um7mAckrVbE1Z9SoKdRRFVBYA/viewform REGISTRATION FORM].

'''Day of the Huntress, 27th day of Koaratos to Restday, 29th day of Koaratos (Friday, July 27th to Sunday, July 29th)'''

''All times Eastern''

{|{{prettytable}}
|'''Date'''
|'''Time'''
|'''Event'''
|'''Host/s'''
|'''Venue'''
|'''Decription'''
|-
|rowspan="3"|[[Day of the Huntress]] (Friday), 27th
|7pm
|Registration and Champagne Reception
|[[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Mirrored Hall
|CONFERENCE OPENS. RAFFLE for a special case of [[Prestige Champagne]].
|-
|8pm
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Order of the Sphere and Scythe]]
|TBC
|Fashionable Fortunes: Join the Sphere and Scythe as they present a brief lecture on the Sylvankind lore regarding magical properties of some gems in Elanthia commonly used in jewelry and clothing adornments. This event is geared toward both the spiritually and fashionably inclined!
|-
|9pm
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Alliance of High Elven Society]]
|TBC
|Details to follow
|-
|rowspan="12"|[[Feastday]] (Saturday), 28th
|10am
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Classroom
|Alteration 101: An IC class about general [[alteration]]s with hints and tips on how to get the most of out of your time with a [[merchant]]. Short of ideas for a new gown, try the [http://www.fenogs.com/fashion.html Fenog's Fashion Formation]
|-
|11am
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Studio
|Style and Expression: An informal brainstorming session for creating [[alteration]] ideas.
|-
|Noon
|Lunch Break
|
|
|
|-
|1pm
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Classroom
|The Art of Accessorizing (Part 1): The first of two IC classes on accessories and how to use them. This class will focus on jewelry which can be both decorative and enhancive. All those attending will be given a piece of unique scripted jewelry to take away.
|-
|2pm
|
|
|
|
|-
|3pm
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Garden
|A short class on [[weaving]]. Learn how to create accessories and practice your new skills. Everything you need will be supplied. RAFFLE for a full set of [[weaving]] tools.
|-
|4pm
|Refreshment Break
|
|
|
|-
|5pm
|style="background:#DAF2CE; text-align: center;"|'''DISCUSSION'''
|[[House Sylvanfair]]
|TBC
|An informal gathering and swap meet to discuss [[Whax doll]] fashion and trade accessories. RAFFLE for a fully assembled [[Whax doll]] and collection of accessories.
|-
|6pm
|Fashionable [[Greedy Gremlins]]
|[[House Sylvanfair]]
|TBC
|Popular word game with a fashion theme
|-
|7pm
|
|
|
|
|-
|8pm
|
|
|
|
|-
|9pm
|Dance of the Elements
|[[Alliance of High Elven Society]]
|[[Ebonstone Manor]], Ballroom
|Themed costume ball
|-
|rowspan="10"|[[Restday]] (Sunday), 29th
|10am
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Classroom
|The Art of Accessorizing (Part 2): The second of two IC classes on accessories and how to use them. This class will focus on hats, gloves, canes, fans etc. Guest speaker will spin for a few winners of assorted accessory items to take away. RAFFLE for a [[Vanne fan]].
|-
|11am
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Studio
|A cobbling demonstration at the workshop in [[Cysaegir]] and opening of the doors to the [[Looking Glass]] atelier for the sale of themed master-cobbled footwear at bargain prices
|-
|Noon
|Lunch Break
|
|
|
|-
|1pm
|
|
|
|
|-
|2pm
|style="background:#DAF2CE; text-align: center;"|'''DISCUSSION'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Orangery
|An informal discussion about the latest trends with a special guest
|-
|3pm
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Garden
|An informal workshop on how to create a fashion folio or scrapbook. Everything you need to get started will be supplied.
|-
|4pm
|Refreshment Break
|
|
|
|-
|5pm
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Classroom
|This IC class will look at the clothing, jewelry, and millinery of [[Joola]] and [[Veola]]. Guest speaker will SPIN for ONE fully altered and unlocked [[Veola]] courtesy of [[House Sylvanfair]]
|-
|6pm
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]]
|Learn how to knit and practice your new skill. Everything that you need to get started will be supplied.
|-
|7pm
|Fashion Wars! Revenge of the Fashionistas
|[[House Sylvanfair]], [[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ebonstone Manor]], Ballroom
|A return of the siegery tournament with representatives of the fashionable elite. RAFFLE for a set of special [[Ta'Illistim]] [[perfume]]s. CONFERENCE CLOSES.
|}

== Themes ==

The Classic Elements (earth, air, fire, and water) 

<pre{{log2}}>
Fire transforms us
Air moves us
Water shapes us
Earth heals us
</pre>

'''Chalat Award''': To be announced

''Awarded in honor of [[Chalat Greyvael Illistim]], Former First Couturier of the Argentate''

== Resources ==

[https://sites.google.com/site/elanthianelegance/home Elanthian Elegance website] 

[http://www.fenogs.com/fashion.html Fenog's Fashion Formation] 

[[Category: Fashion]]

FashionCon 5118

2018-06-18T15:29:06Z

CHIVERST: /* Programme of Events */

This year (2018), [[Elanthian Fashion Week]] will be replaced by '''FashionCon''', a 3-day conference to celebrate fashion in Elanthia. Expect a weekend filled with lectures, workshops and discussion groups, as well as the opportunity to socialise with fellow delegates at parties and other fun events.

In another change of direction, the conference will be held against the backdrop of shimmering blue spires, majestic marble bridges, and beautiful gardens of [[Ta'Illistim]]

== Programme of Events ==

Organisations who are interested in participating and hosting events, please complete a [https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScjlMSyuykEgW4llSWYt_QT3um7mAckrVbE1Z9SoKdRRFVBYA/viewform REGISTRATION FORM].

'''Day of the Huntress, 27th day of Koaratos to Restday, 29th day of Koaratos (Friday, July 27th to Sunday, July 29th)'''

''All times Eastern''

{|{{prettytable}}
|'''Date'''
|'''Time'''
|'''Event'''
|'''Host/s'''
|'''Venue'''
|'''Decription'''
|-
|rowspan="3"|[[Day of the Huntress]] (Friday), 27th
|7pm
|Registration and Champagne Reception
|[[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Mirrored Hall
|CONFERENCE OPENS. RAFFLE for a special case of [[Prestige Champagne]].
|-
|8pm
|Fashionable Fortunes
|[[Order of the Sphere and Scythe]]
|TBC
|
|-
|9pm
|
|
|
|
|-
|rowspan="12"|[[Feastday]] (Saturday), 28th
|10am
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Classroom
|Alteration 101: An IC class about general [[alteration]]s with hints and tips on how to get the most of out of your time with a [[merchant]]. Short of ideas for a new gown, try the [http://www.fenogs.com/fashion.html Fenog's Fashion Formation]
|-
|11am
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Studio
|Style and Expression: An informal brainstorming session for creating [[alteration]] ideas.
|-
|Noon
|Lunch Break
|
|
|
|-
|1pm
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Classroom
|The Art of Accessorizing (Part 1): The first of two IC classes on accessories and how to use them. This class will focus on jewelry which can be both decorative and enhancive. All those attending will be given a piece of unique scripted jewelry to take away.
|-
|2pm
|
|
|
|
|-
|3pm
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Garden
|A short class on [[weaving]]. Learn how to create accessories and practice your new skills. Everything you need will be supplied. RAFFLE for a full set of [[weaving]] tools.
|-
|4pm
|Refreshment Break
|
|
|
|-
|5pm
|style="background:#DAF2CE; text-align: center;"|'''DISCUSSION'''
|[[House Sylvanfair]]
|TBC
|An informal gathering and swap meet to discuss [[Whax doll]] fashion and trade accessories. RAFFLE for a fully assembled [[Whax doll]] and collection of accessories.
|-
|6pm
|Fashionable [[Greedy Gremlins]]
|[[House Sylvanfair]]
|TBC
|Popular word game with a fashion theme
|-
|7pm
|
|
|
|
|-
|8pm
|
|
|
|
|-
|9pm
|Dance of the Elements
|TBC
|[[Ebonstone Manor]], Ballroom
|Themed costume ball
|-
|rowspan="10"|[[Restday]] (Sunday), 29th
|10am
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Classroom
|The Art of Accessorizing (Part 2): The second of two IC classes on accessories and how to use them. This class will focus on hats, gloves, canes, fans etc. Guest speaker will spin for a few winners of assorted accessory items to take away. RAFFLE for a [[Vanne fan]].
|-
|11am
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Studio
|A cobbling demonstration at the workshop in [[Cysaegir]] and opening of the doors to the [[Looking Glass]] atelier for the sale of themed master-cobbled footwear at bargain prices
|-
|Noon
|Lunch Break
|
|
|
|-
|1pm
|
|
|
|
|-
|2pm
|style="background:#DAF2CE; text-align: center;"|'''DISCUSSION'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Orangery
|An informal discussion about the latest trends with a special guest
|-
|3pm
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Garden
|An informal workshop on how to create a fashion folio or scrapbook. Everything you need to get started will be supplied.
|-
|4pm
|Refreshment Break
|
|
|
|-
|5pm
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Classroom
|This IC class will look at the clothing, jewelry, and millinery of [[Joola]] and [[Veola]]. Guest speaker will SPIN for ONE fully altered and unlocked [[Veola]] courtesy of [[House Sylvanfair]]
|-
|6pm
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]]
|Learn how to knit and practice your new skill. Everything that you need to get started will be supplied.
|-
|7pm
|Fashion Wars! Revenge of the Fashionistas
|[[House Sylvanfair]], [[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ebonstone Manor]], Ballroom
|A return of the siegery tournament with representatives of the fashionable elite. RAFFLE for a set of special [[Ta'Illistim]] [[perfume]]s. CONFERENCE CLOSES.
|}

== Themes ==

The Classic Elements (earth, air, fire, and water) 

<pre{{log2}}>
Fire transforms us
Air moves us
Water shapes us
Earth heals us
</pre>

'''Chalat Award''': To be announced

''Awarded in honor of [[Chalat Greyvael Illistim]], Former First Couturier of the Argentate''

== Resources ==

[https://sites.google.com/site/elanthianelegance/home Elanthian Elegance website] 

[http://www.fenogs.com/fashion.html Fenog's Fashion Formation] 

[[Category: Fashion]]

Elanthian Vogue/Lumnea 5118 (Duskruin Supplement)

2018-06-17T20:38:35Z

CHIVERST: Created page with "right Editor: Editorial Team in the absence of Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l ==Editor's Thoughts== Hot on the heels of our recent publication..."

[[File:EV Insignia WIKI.jpg|200|right]]

Editor: Editorial Team in the absence of [[Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l]]

==Editor's Thoughts==

Hot on the heels of our recent publication ([[Elanthian_Vogue:_Lumnea_5118 | Edition 4]]), the Editorial Team of [[Elanthian Vogue]] have persuaded a daring reporter to venture back into [[Bloodriven Village]] to seek out the latest top ten fashionable finds for our readers.

==Duskruin Supplement==

As reported in last month’s (Ivastaen) [[Elanthian Vogue: Ivastaen_5118 |publication]], it is no secret that the trend towards red is still prevalent at court and in fashionable tea rooms across Elanthia, so why not draw attention to yourself with short, vibrant coppery red hair crowned with longer wildly back-swept tresses. This new hairstyle is easily achieved by donning a '''vibrant coppery red wig''' for the bargain price of 50 bloodscrip from [[Bloodriven Village#The Best Tressed | The Best Tressed]] salon. Don’t forget to pick up some wig powder too to avoid that pesky scalp itch.

Alternatively, a quick rummage through a velvet-lined basket in [[Bloodriven Village#Accessories_of_Crime | Accessories of Crime]] reveals a '''simple vaalin nail file'''. For just 180 bloodscrip you can smooth and skewer your hair into a low, twisted bun with a handy lockpick and be ready for any occasion.

For those with [[FashionCon 5118]] themes in mind, you may wish to venture into the decrepit basement of the [[Bloodriven Village#Art of Lore | Art of Lore]] to find an Elemental Magic sling. A '''vaalin-bound runestaff sling''' will set you back 1,500 bloodscrip but what better way to display your love of the classic elements.

Similarly, the table in [[Bloodriven Village#Autumnal Den | Autumnal Den]] carries a '''soft velvet houppelande stitched with light green leaf patterns'''. At a cost of only 3,000 bloodscrip, this elegant cloth armor has been touched by [[Imaera]] for a perfect nod towards the earth element and will call upon the powers of the forest for the wearer.

For those with skills in [[Unarmed combat system | unarmed combat]] but on a limited budget, the knotty hall commonly known as [[Bloodriven Village#Bare_Aggression | Bare Aggression]] continues to offer fashion-forward gear. Some '''grey sealskin gloves with rhimar-frosted knuckles''' and matching '''grey sealskin boots traced by thin rhimar icicles''' will only set you back 200 bloodscrip each and both come with integral enchantment (4x) and cold flares.

[[Bloodriven Village#Gamac's Goods | Gamac’s Goods]] is where you can find two intriguing items at either end of the bloodscrip budget scale. The first is a '''fireleaf red warpaint jar''' for those occasions where you just need to look a little fiercer – yet still fashionable - and a steal at only 10 bloodscrip. The second is a '''veniom mesh coin pouch''' that conveniently holds up to 25,000 silvers weightlessly and available for the princely sum of 25,000 bloodscrip.

Don't be put off by its dilapidated appearance, the shop called [[Bloodriven Village#Ode to Resistance | Ode to Resistance]] is the home of the penultimate “hot” item in the form of a '''silk-lined red vultite byrnie decorated in golden flames'''. This chain armor comes with integral enchantment (4x) and a 20% resistance to heat. Yours for only 2,500 bloodscrip.

And last but not least, no one need know you are carrying a mirror when you have one concealed behind a '''gold-edged silver badge'''. Yours for only 25 bloodscrip from [[Bloodriven Village#Smoke Screen | Smoke Screen]].

Remember that these are only available for a limited time, so grab them while you can and impress your friends with your knowledge of the vogue.

[[Category: Fashion]]

Elanthian Vogue

2018-06-17T20:13:14Z

CHIVERST: /* Published Editions */

[[File:EV Insignia WIKI.jpg|200px|thumb|right]]
Elanthian Vogue is the official publication of [[The Looking Glass]], an established Fashion House and distinguished [[Meeting Hall Organization]] in the elven city of [[Ta'Illistim]]. Its offices and studio are located in [[Ailanthus Manor]] on Whistlers Pass.

Elanthian Vogue is a seasonal fashion magazine made up of many components, such as fashion, beauty, lifestyle, culture, and "runway". The aim of the publication is to raise awareness and encourage participation in fashion-oriented activities across [[Elanthia]]. The first edition was launched in [[Lormesta]], 5118 with the help and support of [[The TownCrier]].

For further information, please contact [[Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l]]. Feedback, suggestions, and articles for future editions can be submitted using a [https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdRK6dtF7-tcJkO1dE-pzD8HpZ0Bl4yE4I4VMSiFsXmquNWSw/viewform SUBMISSION FORM]. Contributors will receive full credit and a prize bag of goodies if the article is included in future publications.

==Published Editions==

*[[Elanthian Vogue: Lormesta 5118 | Edition 1 (Lormesta 5118)]]

*[[Elanthian Vogue: Fashanos 5118 (Duskruin Supplement) | Duskruin Supplement (Fashanos 5118)]]

*[[Elanthian Vogue: Charlatos 5118 | Edition 2 (Charlatos 5118)]]

*[[Elanthian Vogue: Ivastaen 5118 | Edition 3 (Ivastaen 5118)]]

*[[Elanthian Vogue: Lumnea 5118 | Edition 4 (Lumnea 5118)]]

*[[Elanthian Vogue: Lumnea 5118 (Duskruin Supplement) | Duskruin Supplement (Lumnea 5118)]]

==Resources==
*[https://sites.google.com/site/elanthianelegance/home Elanthian Elegance website]

[[Category: Fashion]]

Elanthian Vogue/Lumnea 5118

2018-06-15T13:57:45Z

CHIVERST: /* Behind the Scenes */

[[File:EV Insignia WIKI.jpg|200|right]]

==This Month's Edition==

Editor: The Editorial Team in the absence of [[Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l]]

==Editor's Thoughts==

<pre{{log2}}>
Mirror, mirror on the wall, 
Who is the fairest of them all?
</pre>

This month we are – dare I say it – reflecting on self-image and the lengths some go to create the “perfect” self or projection of an “alternate” self.

Self-image is essentially how you perceive yourself, which can be very positive, giving you confidence in your thoughts and actions, or negative, making you doubt your capabilities and ideas. Your self-image can be different from how everyone else sees you though. Some believe that it is defined by events that have affected you, whereas others believe that it can help shape those events. There is probably some truth to both points of view but it cannot be denied that if you project a positive self-image, people will be more likely to see you as a positive, capable person.

Outward appearance can have a powerful influence on self-image. Many people feel more confident when they put on a costume, mask or makeup.

Costumes have the ability to create a story and a connection to others. A costume designer hasn’t done their job properly if they have not told a story – at least in part - of an individual character and their relationship with others on the “stage” through their costume. This edition of [[Elanthian Vogue]] features an exclusive interview with Lynaera Ariamiel, the talent behind the costumes worn during a recent event to commemorate a milestone in [[The TownCrier]]'s publishing calendar.

Masquerade balls are a popular pastime for the social elite and provide the perfect opportunity to don a mask or alternate persona for a few hours. This month’s [[Festival of Lumnea 2018| Festival of Lumnea]] in the shining city of [[Ta'Illistim]] saw the Baerl Mystiaem become a showcase of simulacrum with Sharlatta's Frippery offering all manner of ornate finery for the occasion. As Sharlatta herself put it, “For this particular occasion, I have opted to gear the attire towards creatures, exotic and twisted in form, always lurking beyond the reach of the city, that creep and crawl in the dark of our warm summer nights: bronze and platinum, greys, yellows, violets, and rich greens.”

Makeup is no different than clothes and accessories; it's effectively an embellishment for your face and it gives you creative freedom. You can also think of it as having time in front of a mirror to give yourself self-love.

So, we challenge you to take a look in a mirror today and give some thought to what you see and how you think or wish others see you. If you don’t own a mirror yet then read on and, as always, we welcome feedback, suggestions, and articles for future editions.

Editorial Team

==Behind the Scenes==

Lynaera Ariamel, Lady in Waiting to Queen [[Rhosyn Nalfein]], may be in servitor to the throne but she has no allusions of grandeur when it comes to the true worth of titles and honorifics; she knows that esteem and respect for position are earned, not simply conferred. Behind the inscrutable [[House of Nalfein | Nalfein]] façade lies a self-effacing and elegant young elf who comprehends the importance of hard work and dedication. Lynaera – or Lyn as she prefers to be called by her friends - recently had the opportunity to apply her creative talents to a staged event for [[The TownCrier]] (for which she is a news correspondent). I was fortunate enough to catch up with her for a brief chat and, like her Publisher, I was impressed by both her professionalism and aptitude.

<pre{{log2}}>
Miss Lynaera stepped in and did an amazing job at getting every character to match his or her background that Mister Stonmel conceived and wrote. She brought them to life with touches large and small in her costume design. I am so proud to be associated with both of these talented Newsies. ~ Luxelle Machtes Ashrim (Publisher of the TownCrier)
</pre>

It is a well-known fact that true [[House of Nalfein | Nalfein]] are adept at most things but they excel at dissimulation and Lynaera brought all of her natural skills to bear on bringing [[Stonmel]]'s characters to life through costume.

<pre{{log2}}>
In my line of work, one must often change their clothing quickly, either to attract attention or to avoid it. Having a poor choice of dress runs counter to either. So, I've had a little more practice than the common elf with regards to costume design. In many cases, choosing the right gown has been a matter of life or death.
</pre>

<pre{{log2}}>
You see Lady in Waiting Lynaera Ariamiel Nalfein the Envoy.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is average height and has a lithesome, nimble build. She appears to be in the spring of life. She has gold-ringed sapphire blue eyes and rosy skin. She has mid back-length, wavy raven black hair pinned back on one side with a gold-crested sapphire blue iris. She has a well-defined, heart-shaped face and a birthmark in the shape of a heart. Her features bear a soft, gentle appearance.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a smoky silk vaalin-bladed fan in her right hand and a smoky silk vaalin-bladed fan in her left hand.
She is wearing a heart-shaped mermaid's-tear sapphire choker, some onyx hair ornaments wreathed in black frigatebird feathers, a strapless sapphire blue faille gown embroidered with gold roses, a sapphire-set gold ring, a lily-carved ivory and sapphire ring with green jade leaves, a slender vaalin ring inset with a faceted sapphire, a long sapphire blue scarf, and some flat silver-laced sandals.
</pre>

Dressed in one of her own creations, she explains how she usually draws inspiration for her outfits and costumes from the styles of the [[Elven Nations]]' varying cultures but prefers to keep it simple.

<pre{{log2}}>
I consider the theme to be more important than any particular era of history or culture, as they can often be limiting. Starting with a simple theme allows for more improvement, while starting with too complex a design is inherently restrictive and can limit one's ability to express themselves.
</pre>

The slightest flick of the fans in each hand reveals more about this young lady than the carefully worded answers to my questions but I could not help but notice her amusement at my nod of approval when she adds that she personally prefers the styles favored by those in [[Ta'Illistim]].

As her high station in life suggests, Lynaera enjoys a challenge and she certainly rose to the occasion for this fun event. [[Stonmel]]'s flair as a dramatist, with well-defined characters and plot, was enhanced by her attention to detail; she knew exactly the right nuance to add to each costume, whether it was through the use of bright colors or a subtle touch of extravagance. Modestly dismissing any notions of innate talent and claiming it was all instinctual or spur of the moment, she expresses a desire for another chance at testing her theatrical prowess again soon.

I'm sure we will be hearing more about this up-and-coming young talent at dances, parties and other social events in the future.

*Editor's Note: For those interested in learning more about the use of fans by the Nalfein, I suggest reading [[Nalfein Fans, Fan-Dancing and Fanspeak | An Introduction to Nalfein Fans, Fan-Dancing and Fanspeak ]] written by Althiza Amalathia Illistim.

==Tools of the Trade==

How often do you find yourself taking a LOOK at people around you? Do you sometimes wonder what they see when they LOOK at you? If, like me, you’re a compulsive onlooker then I can assume you also carry a mirror with you at all times.

Mirrors, or looking glasses, come in many shapes and forms; from the full-length versions available in the town’s feature pavilion, to the readily available pocket-sized versions or those conveniently fixed into some of the more high-end vanity cases. A loving GAZE or a discreet PEER can be very telling, especially if the creator was the celebrated Lady Yvexia of Speil Manor (originally located in the long-lost phantom village of [[Velathae]]). Her polite and erudite magical mirrors could boost the confidence of even the most insecure individual.

Vanity aside, mirrors also have other uses. Some can function as a scrying device in the hands of those with clairvoyant powers, others have been known to have [[Gold ring | Chronomage]] capabilities. Some even have the ability to magically memorise your reflection and restore your coiffure in an instant; perfect for those bad hair days!

In short, mirrors are an indispensable tool; they help us in our daily mundane lives, though we often fail to appreciate their usefulness.

==Hot Property==

From time-to-time, [[Elanthian Vogue]] focuses on a particular boutique or workshop to promote its exceptional merchandise or services. This month we would like to draw your attention to [[Shear Delight]], the renovated beauty salon on [[Mist Harbor]]. I can only assume the salon gets its name from the delightful staff it employs.

No matter the time of day, Millie, the red-haired receptionist, can always be prevailed upon to get you an appointment, despite the salon supposedly being booked up months in advance. All you need to do is ask and she’ll let you in – just don’t mention her husband! For a standard price of 10,000 silvers, the talented staff within can perform miracles with your appearance: from a basic hairstyle change to more complicated adjustments to your distinguishing features.

If you're not inclined to undergo a makeover, you can visit the Beautician Carlibelle in the Sand Room who will gladly show you her beauty product list. If make up isn’t to your taste, then the Stylist Alexi can be found in the Ocean Room. She is always keen to let you browse her hair care items, including a lovely range of small mirrors.

==FashionCon 5118==

Mark those calendars! [[FashionCon 5118]], a 2-day conference to celebrate fashion, comes to [[Ta'Illistim]] next month! Expect a weekend filled with lectures, workshops and discussion groups, as well as the opportunity to socialise with fellow delegates at parties and other fun events.

Organisations who are interested in participating and hosting events during the weekend are encouraged to complete a [https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScjlMSyuykEgW4llSWYt_QT3um7mAckrVbE1Z9SoKdRRFVBYA/viewform REGISTRATION FORM] as soon as possible.

And if the prospect of mingling with fashionably like-minded people isn’t enough, there is the added incentive of a mirror in every delegate pack!

[[Category: Fashion]]

Elanthian Vogue/Lumnea 5118

2018-06-15T12:38:16Z

CHIVERST: Created page with "right ==This Month's Edition== Editor: The Editorial Team in the absence of Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l ==Editor's Thoughts== <pre{{log2}}..."

[[File:EV Insignia WIKI.jpg|200|right]]

==This Month's Edition==

Editor: The Editorial Team in the absence of [[Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l]]

==Editor's Thoughts==

<pre{{log2}}>
Mirror, mirror on the wall, 
Who is the fairest of them all?
</pre>

This month we are – dare I say it – reflecting on self-image and the lengths some go to create the “perfect” self or projection of an “alternate” self.

Self-image is essentially how you perceive yourself, which can be very positive, giving you confidence in your thoughts and actions, or negative, making you doubt your capabilities and ideas. Your self-image can be different from how everyone else sees you though. Some believe that it is defined by events that have affected you, whereas others believe that it can help shape those events. There is probably some truth to both points of view but it cannot be denied that if you project a positive self-image, people will be more likely to see you as a positive, capable person.

Outward appearance can have a powerful influence on self-image. Many people feel more confident when they put on a costume, mask or makeup.

Costumes have the ability to create a story and a connection to others. A costume designer hasn’t done their job properly if they have not told a story – at least in part - of an individual character and their relationship with others on the “stage” through their costume. This edition of [[Elanthian Vogue]] features an exclusive interview with Lynaera Ariamiel, the talent behind the costumes worn during a recent event to commemorate a milestone in [[The TownCrier]]'s publishing calendar.

Masquerade balls are a popular pastime for the social elite and provide the perfect opportunity to don a mask or alternate persona for a few hours. This month’s [[Festival of Lumnea 2018| Festival of Lumnea]] in the shining city of [[Ta'Illistim]] saw the Baerl Mystiaem become a showcase of simulacrum with Sharlatta's Frippery offering all manner of ornate finery for the occasion. As Sharlatta herself put it, “For this particular occasion, I have opted to gear the attire towards creatures, exotic and twisted in form, always lurking beyond the reach of the city, that creep and crawl in the dark of our warm summer nights: bronze and platinum, greys, yellows, violets, and rich greens.”

Makeup is no different than clothes and accessories; it's effectively an embellishment for your face and it gives you creative freedom. You can also think of it as having time in front of a mirror to give yourself self-love.

So, we challenge you to take a look in a mirror today and give some thought to what you see and how you think or wish others see you. If you don’t own a mirror yet then read on and, as always, we welcome feedback, suggestions, and articles for future editions.

Editorial Team

==Behind the Scenes==

Lynaera Ariamel, Lady in Waiting to Queen [[Rhosyn Nalfein]], may be in servitor to the throne but she has no allusions of grandeur when it comes to the true worth of titles and honorifics; she knows that esteem and respect for position are earned, not simply conferred. Behind the inscrutable [[House of Nalfein | Nalfein]] façade lies a self-effacing and elegant young elf who comprehends the importance of hard work and dedication. Lynaera – or Lyn as she prefers to be called by her friends - recently had the opportunity to apply her creative talents to a staged event for [[The TownCrier]]. I was fortunate enough to catch up with her for a brief chat and, like her Publisher, I was impressed by both her professionalism and aptitude.

<pre{{log2}}>
Miss Lynaera stepped in and did an amazing job at getting every character to match his or her background that Mister Stonmel conceived and wrote. She brought them to life with touches large and small in her costume design. I am so proud to be associated with both of these talented Newsies. ~ Luxelle Machtes Ashrim
</pre>

It is a well-known fact that true [[House of Nalfein | Nalfein]] are adept at most things but they excel at dissimulation and Lynaera brought all of her natural skills to bear on bringing [[Stonmel]]'s characters to life through costume.

<pre{{log2}}>
In my line of work, one must often change their clothing quickly, either to attract attention or to avoid it. Having a poor choice of dress runs counter to either. So, I've had a little more practice than the common elf with regards to costume design. In many cases, choosing the right gown has been a matter of life or death.
</pre>

<pre{{log2}}>
You see Lady in Waiting Lynaera Ariamiel Nalfein the Envoy.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is average height and has a lithesome, nimble build. She appears to be in the spring of life. She has gold-ringed sapphire blue eyes and rosy skin. She has mid back-length, wavy raven black hair pinned back on one side with a gold-crested sapphire blue iris. She has a well-defined, heart-shaped face and a birthmark in the shape of a heart. Her features bear a soft, gentle appearance.
She is in good shape.
She is holding a smoky silk vaalin-bladed fan in her right hand and a smoky silk vaalin-bladed fan in her left hand.
She is wearing a heart-shaped mermaid's-tear sapphire choker, some onyx hair ornaments wreathed in black frigatebird feathers, a strapless sapphire blue faille gown embroidered with gold roses, a sapphire-set gold ring, a lily-carved ivory and sapphire ring with green jade leaves, a slender vaalin ring inset with a faceted sapphire, a long sapphire blue scarf, and some flat silver-laced sandals.
</pre>

Dressed in one of her own creations, she explains how she usually draws inspiration for her outfits and costumes from the styles of the [[Elven Nations]]' varying cultures but prefers to keep it simple.

<pre{{log2}}>
I consider the theme to be more important than any particular era of history or culture, as they can often be limiting. Starting with a simple theme allows for more improvement, while starting with too complex a design is inherently restrictive and can limit one's ability to express themselves.
</pre>

The slightest flick of the fans in each hand reveals more about this young lady than the carefully worded answers to my questions but I could not help but notice her amusement at my nod of approval when she adds that she personally prefers the styles favored by those in [[Ta'Illistim]].

As her high station in life suggests, Lynaera enjoys a challenge and she certainly rose to the occasion for this fun event. [[Stonmel]]'s flair as a dramatist, with well-defined characters and plot, was enhanced by her attention to detail; she knew exactly the right nuance to add to each costume, whether it was through the use of bright colors or a subtle touch of extravagance. Modestly dismissing any notions of innate talent and claiming it was all instinctual or spur of the moment, she expresses a desire for another chance at testing her theatrical prowess again soon.

I'm sure we will be hearing more about this up-and-coming young talent at dances, parties and other social events in the future.

*Editor's Note: For those interested in learning more about the use of fans by the Nalfein, I suggest reading [[Nalfein Fans, Fan-Dancing and Fanspeak | An Introduction to Nalfein Fans, Fan-Dancing and Fanspeak ]] written by Althiza Amalathia Illistim.

==Tools of the Trade==

How often do you find yourself taking a LOOK at people around you? Do you sometimes wonder what they see when they LOOK at you? If, like me, you’re a compulsive onlooker then I can assume you also carry a mirror with you at all times.

Mirrors, or looking glasses, come in many shapes and forms; from the full-length versions available in the town’s feature pavilion, to the readily available pocket-sized versions or those conveniently fixed into some of the more high-end vanity cases. A loving GAZE or a discreet PEER can be very telling, especially if the creator was the celebrated Lady Yvexia of Speil Manor (originally located in the long-lost phantom village of [[Velathae]]). Her polite and erudite magical mirrors could boost the confidence of even the most insecure individual.

Vanity aside, mirrors also have other uses. Some can function as a scrying device in the hands of those with clairvoyant powers, others have been known to have [[Gold ring | Chronomage]] capabilities. Some even have the ability to magically memorise your reflection and restore your coiffure in an instant; perfect for those bad hair days!

In short, mirrors are an indispensable tool; they help us in our daily mundane lives, though we often fail to appreciate their usefulness.

==Hot Property==

From time-to-time, [[Elanthian Vogue]] focuses on a particular boutique or workshop to promote its exceptional merchandise or services. This month we would like to draw your attention to [[Shear Delight]], the renovated beauty salon on [[Mist Harbor]]. I can only assume the salon gets its name from the delightful staff it employs.

No matter the time of day, Millie, the red-haired receptionist, can always be prevailed upon to get you an appointment, despite the salon supposedly being booked up months in advance. All you need to do is ask and she’ll let you in – just don’t mention her husband! For a standard price of 10,000 silvers, the talented staff within can perform miracles with your appearance: from a basic hairstyle change to more complicated adjustments to your distinguishing features.

If you're not inclined to undergo a makeover, you can visit the Beautician Carlibelle in the Sand Room who will gladly show you her beauty product list. If make up isn’t to your taste, then the Stylist Alexi can be found in the Ocean Room. She is always keen to let you browse her hair care items, including a lovely range of small mirrors.

==FashionCon 5118==

Mark those calendars! [[FashionCon 5118]], a 2-day conference to celebrate fashion, comes to [[Ta'Illistim]] next month! Expect a weekend filled with lectures, workshops and discussion groups, as well as the opportunity to socialise with fellow delegates at parties and other fun events.

Organisations who are interested in participating and hosting events during the weekend are encouraged to complete a [https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScjlMSyuykEgW4llSWYt_QT3um7mAckrVbE1Z9SoKdRRFVBYA/viewform REGISTRATION FORM] as soon as possible.

And if the prospect of mingling with fashionably like-minded people isn’t enough, there is the added incentive of a mirror in every delegate pack!

[[Category: Fashion]]

Elanthian Vogue

2018-06-15T11:50:27Z

CHIVERST: /* Published Editions */

[[File:EV Insignia WIKI.jpg|200px|thumb|right]]
Elanthian Vogue is the official publication of [[The Looking Glass]], an established Fashion House and distinguished [[Meeting Hall Organization]] in the elven city of [[Ta'Illistim]]. Its offices and studio are located in [[Ailanthus Manor]] on Whistlers Pass.

Elanthian Vogue is a seasonal fashion magazine made up of many components, such as fashion, beauty, lifestyle, culture, and "runway". The aim of the publication is to raise awareness and encourage participation in fashion-oriented activities across [[Elanthia]]. The first edition was launched in [[Lormesta]], 5118 with the help and support of [[The TownCrier]].

For further information, please contact [[Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l]]. Feedback, suggestions, and articles for future editions can be submitted using a [https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdRK6dtF7-tcJkO1dE-pzD8HpZ0Bl4yE4I4VMSiFsXmquNWSw/viewform SUBMISSION FORM]. Contributors will receive full credit and a prize bag of goodies if the article is included in future publications.

==Published Editions==

*[[Elanthian Vogue: Lormesta 5118 | Edition 1 (Lormesta 5118)]]

*[[Elanthian Vogue: Fashanos 5118 (Duskruin Supplement) | Duskruin Supplement (Fashanos 5118)]]

*[[Elanthian Vogue: Charlatos 5118 | Edition 2 (Charlatos 5118)]]

*[[Elanthian Vogue: Ivastaen 5118 | Edition 3 (Ivastaen 5118)]]

*[[Elanthian Vogue: Lumnea 5118 | Edition 4 (Lumnea 5118)]]

==Resources==
*[https://sites.google.com/site/elanthianelegance/home Elanthian Elegance website]

[[Category: Fashion]]

Elanthian Fashion Week

2018-06-14T13:14:02Z

CHIVERST: /* The Chalat Award */

Elanthian Fashion Week

2018-06-14T13:13:29Z

CHIVERST:

FashionCon 5118

2018-06-14T13:10:52Z

CHIVERST: /* Programme of Events */

This year (2018), [[Elanthian Fashion Week]] will be replaced by '''FashionCon''', a 3-day conference to celebrate fashion in Elanthia. Expect a weekend filled with lectures, workshops and discussion groups, as well as the opportunity to socialise with fellow delegates at parties and other fun events.

In another change of direction, the conference will be held against the backdrop of shimmering blue spires, majestic marble bridges, and beautiful gardens of [[Ta'Illistim]]

== Programme of Events ==

Organisations who are interested in participating and hosting events, please complete a [https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScjlMSyuykEgW4llSWYt_QT3um7mAckrVbE1Z9SoKdRRFVBYA/viewform REGISTRATION FORM].

'''Day of the Huntress, 27th day of Koaratos to Restday, 29th day of Koaratos (Friday, July 27th to Sunday, July 29th)'''

''All times Eastern''

{|{{prettytable}}
|'''Date'''
|'''Time'''
|'''Event'''
|'''Host/s'''
|'''Venue'''
|'''Decription'''
|-
|rowspan="2"|[[Day of the Huntress]] (Friday), 27th
|7pm
|Registration and Champagne Reception
|[[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Mirrored Hall
|CONFERENCE OPENS. RAFFLE for a special case of [[Prestige Champagne]].
|-
|8pm
|Fashionable Fortunes
|[[Order of the Sphere and Scythe]]
|TBC
|
|-
|rowspan="10"|[[Feastday]] (Saturday), 28th
|10am
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Classroom
|Alteration 101: An IC class about general [[alteration]]s with hints and tips on how to get the most of out of your time with a [[merchant]]. Short of ideas for a new gown, try the [http://www.fenogs.com/fashion.html Fenog's Fashion Formation]
|-
|11am
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Studio
|Style and Expression: An informal brainstorming session for creating [[alteration]] ideas.
|-
|Noon
|Lunch Break
|
|
|
|-
|1pm
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Classroom
|The Art of Accessorizing (Part 1): The first of two IC classes on accessories and how to use them. This class will focus on jewelry which can be both decorative and enhancive. All those attending will be given a piece of unique scripted jewelry to take away.
|-
|2pm
|Grab-a-Bag
|[[House Sylvanfair]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Courtyard
|Bags of jewelry for sale at bargain prices
|-
|3pm
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Garden
|A short class on [[weaving]]. Learn how to create accessories and practice your new skills. Everything you need will be supplied. RAFFLE for a full set of [[weaving]] tools.
|-
|4pm
|Refreshment Break
|
|
|
|-
|5pm
|style="background:#DAF2CE; text-align: center;"|'''DISCUSSION'''
|[[House Sylvanfair]]
|TBC
|An informal gathering and swap meet to discuss [[Whax doll]] fashion and trade accessories. RAFFLE for a fully assembled [[Whax doll]] and collection of accessories.
|-
|6pm
|Fashionable [[Greedy Gremlins]]
|[[House Sylvanfair]]
|TBC
|Popular word game with a fashion theme
|-
|9pm
|Dance of the Elements
|TBC
|[[Ebonstone Manor]], Ballroom
|Themed costume ball
|-
|rowspan="10"|[[Restday]] (Sunday), 29th
|10am
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Classroom
|The Art of Accessorizing (Part 2): The second of two IC classes on accessories and how to use them. This class will focus on hats, gloves, canes, fans etc. Guest speaker will spin for a few winners of assorted accessory items to take away. RAFFLE for a [[Vanne fan]].
|-
|11am
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Studio
|A cobbling demonstration at the workshop in [[Cysaegir]]
|-
|Noon
|Lunch Break
|
|
|
|-
|1pm
|Shoe Love is True Love
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|Atelier, Mzaarine Bazaar
|A sale of themed master-cobbled footwear at bargain prices.
|-
|2pm
|style="background:#DAF2CE; text-align: center;"|'''DISCUSSION'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Orangery
|A look at the latest trends with a special guest
|-
|3pm
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Garden
|An informal workshop on how to create a fashion folio or scrapbook. Everything you need to get started will be supplied.
|-
|4pm
|Refreshment Break
|
|
|
|-
|5pm
|style="background:#D4CEF2; text-align: center;"|'''LECTURE'''
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Classroom
|This IC class will look at the clothing, jewelry, and millinery of [[Joola]] and [[Veola]]. Guest speaker will SPIN for ONE fully altered and unlocked [[Veola]] courtesy of [[House Sylvanfair]]
|-
|6pm
|style="background:#F2CECE; text-align: center;"|'''WORKSHOP'''
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]]
|Learn how to knit and practice your new skill. Everything that you need to get started will be supplied.
|-
|7pm
|Fashion Wars! Revenge of the Fashionistas
|[[House Sylvanfair]], [[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ebonstone Manor]], Ballroom
|A return of the siegery tournament with representatives of the fashionable elite. RAFFLE for a set of special [[Ta'Illistim]] [[perfume]]s. CONFERENCE CLOSES.
|}

== Themes ==

The Classic Elements (earth, air, fire, and water) 

<pre{{log2}}>
Fire transforms us
Air moves us
Water shapes us
Earth heals us
</pre>

'''Chalat Award''': To be announced

''Awarded in honor of [[Chalat Greyvael Illistim]], Former First Couturier of the Argentate''

== Resources ==

[https://sites.google.com/site/elanthianelegance/home Elanthian Elegance website] 

[http://www.fenogs.com/fashion.html Fenog's Fashion Formation] 

[[Category: Fashion]]

Elanthian Fashion Week

2018-06-14T12:27:00Z

CHIVERST: /* Themes */

FashionCon 5118

2018-06-14T12:25:34Z

CHIVERST: Created page with "This year (2018), Elanthian Fashion Week will be replaced by '''FashionCon''', a 3-day conference to celebrate fashion in Elanthia. Expect a weekend filled with lectures,..."

This year (2018), [[Elanthian Fashion Week]] will be replaced by '''FashionCon''', a 3-day conference to celebrate fashion in Elanthia. Expect a weekend filled with lectures, workshops and discussion groups, as well as the opportunity to socialise with fellow delegates at parties and other fun events.

In another change of direction, the conference will be held against the backdrop of shimmering blue spires, majestic marble bridges, and beautiful gardens of [[Ta'Illistim]]

== Programme of Events ==

Organisations who are interested in participating and hosting events, please complete a [https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScjlMSyuykEgW4llSWYt_QT3um7mAckrVbE1Z9SoKdRRFVBYA/viewform REGISTRATION FORM].

'''Day of the Huntress, 27th day of Koaratos to Restday, 29th day of Koaratos (Friday, July 27th to Sunday, July 29th)'''

''All times Eastern''

{|{{prettytable}}
|'''Date'''
|'''Time'''
|'''Event'''
|'''Host/s'''
|'''Venue'''
|'''Decription'''
|-
|rowspan="2"|[[Day of the Huntress]] (Friday), 27th
|7pm
|Registration and Champagne Reception
|[[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|TBC
|Conference Opens
|-
|8pm
|Fashionable Fortunes
|[[Order of the Sphere and Scythe]]
|TBC
|
|-
|rowspan="10"|[[Feastday]] (Saturday), 28th
|10am
|LECTURE
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Classroom
|Alteration 101: An IC class about general [[alteration]]s with hints and tips on how to get the most of out of your time with a [[merchant]]. Short of ideas for a new gown, try the [http://www.fenogs.com/fashion.html Fenog's Fashion Formation]
|-
|11am
|WORKSHOP
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Studio
|Style and Expression
|-
|Noon
|Lunch Break
|
|
|
|-
|1pm
|LECTURE
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Classroom
|The Art of Accessorizing (Part 1): The first of two IC classes on accessories and how to use them. This class will focus on jewelry which can be both decorative and enhancive. All those attending will be given a piece of unique scripted jewelry to take away.
|-
|2pm
|Grab-a-Bag
|[[House Sylvanfair]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Courtyard
|Bags of jewelry for sale at bargain prices
|-
|3pm
|WORKSHOP
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Garden
|Learn how to weave and practice your new skills. Everything you need will be supplied.
|-
|4pm
|Refreshment Break
|
|
|
|-
|5pm
|DISCUSSION
|[[House Sylvanfair]]
|TBC
|Informal gathering and swap meet to discuss [[Whax doll]] fashion and trade accessories.
|-
|6pm
|Fashionable [[Greedy Gremlins]]
|[[House Sylvanfair]]
|TBC
|Popular word game with a fashion theme
|-
|9pm
|Dance of the Elements
|TBC
|[[Ebonstone Manor]], Ballroom
|Themed costume ball
|-
|rowspan="10"|[[Restday]] (Sunday), 29th
|10am
|LECTURE
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Classroom
|The Art of Accessorizing (Part 2): The second of two IC classes on accessories and how to use them. This class will focus on hats, gloves, canes, fans etc. Guest speaker will spin for a few winners of assorted accessory items to take away.
|-
|11am
|WORKSHOP
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Studio
|Cobbling demonstration at the workshop in [[Cysaegir]]
|-
|Noon
|Lunch Break
|
|
|
|-
|1pm
|Shoe Love is True Love
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|Atelier, Mzaarine Bazaar
|A themed shoe sale
|-
|2pm
|DISCUSSION
|[[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Orangery
|A look at the latest trends with a special guest
|-
|3pm
|WORKSHOP
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Garden
|How to create a fashion folio or scrapbook.
|-
|4pm
|Refreshment Break
|
|
|
|-
|5pm
|LECTURE
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]], Classroom
|This IC class will look at the clothing, jewelry, and millinery of [[Joola]] and [[Veola]]. Guest speaker will spin for ONE fully altered and unlocked [[Veola]] courtesy of [[House Sylvanfair]]
|-
|6pm
|WORKSHOP
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ailanthus Manor]]
|Learn how to knit and practice your new skill. Everything you need will be supplied.
|-
|7pm
|Fashion Wars! Revenge of the Fashionistas
|[[House Sylvanfair]], [[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ebonstone Manor]], Ballroom
|A return of the siegery tournament with representatives of the fashionable elite. Conference Closes
|}

== Themes ==

The Classic Elements (earth, air, fire, and water) 

<pre{{log2}}>
Fire transforms us
Air moves us
Water shapes us
Earth heals us
</pre>

'''Chalat Award''': To be announced

''Awarded in honor of [[Chalat Greyvael Illistim]], Former First Couturier of the Argentate''

== Resources ==

[https://sites.google.com/site/elanthianelegance/home Elanthian Elegance website] 

[http://www.fenogs.com/fashion.html Fenog's Fashion Formation] 

[[Category: Fashion]]

Fashion Week 5117

2018-06-14T12:21:50Z

CHIVERST: Created page with "The year 5117 (2017) saw the return of Elanthian Fashion Week, a collaborative event sponsored by Elanthian Elegance and involving a number of other Co-operative_Hou..."

The year 5117 (2017) saw the return of [[Elanthian Fashion Week]], a collaborative event sponsored by [[Elanthian Elegance]] and involving a number of other [[Co-operative_Houses_of_Elanthia|CHEs]] and [[Meeting_Hall_Organization|MHOs]] to celebrate cross-cultural fashion through the ages.

== Programme of Events ==

'''Feastday, 12th day of Phoenatos to Restday, 20th day of Phoenatos (Saturday, August 12th to Sunday, August 20th)'''

''All times Eastern''

{|{{prettytable}}
|'''Date'''
|'''Time'''
|'''Event'''
|'''Host/s'''
|'''Venue'''
|'''Decription'''
|-
|[[Feastday]] (Saturday), 12th
|6pm
|Reflections of the Past
|[[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|Museum, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|Champagne Reception/Launch Event. RAFFLE
|-
|[[Feastday]] (Saturday), 12th
|8pm
|Spectactular Spa Night
|[[Silvergate Inn]]
|Golden Rose Spa, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|Silvergate Inn will be assisting Fashionistas with nail polish, face painting or henna art to accessorize their most fabulous fashions!
|-
|[[Feastday]], (Saturday), 12th
|10pm
|The Ballroom is not a Battlefield
|[[Order of Lorekeepers]]
|Silverwood Manor
|Discussion on etiquette and appropriate attire at social events
|-
|[[Restday]] (Sunday), 13th
|10am
|Breakfast Lecture: The Long and the Short of It (Alteration 101)
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|Landing Hall, Auditorium,[[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|An IC class about general [[alteration]]s with hints and tips on how to get the most of out of your time with a [[merchant]]. Short of ideas for a new gown, try the [http://www.fenogs.com/fashion.html Fenog's Fashion Formation]
|-
|[[Restday]] (Sunday), 13th
|2pm
|Let's Talk Fashion with ...
|[[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Elaraeyn's Boutique]], Atelier, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|A brief discussion about this season's trends with a special guest.
|-
|[[Restday]] (Sunday), 13th
|4pm
|Fashionable [[Greedy Gremlins]]
|[[House Sylvanfair]]
|Sylvanfair Grove, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|A couple of rounds of [[Greedy Gremlins]] with a fashion theme.
|-
|[[Restday]] (Sunday), 13th
|8pm
|Fashionable fishing! How to relax in style
|[[Gypsy Troupe]]
|The Gypsy Compound, [[Solhaven]]
|Join the Gypsy Troupe as they discuss the latest in fishing fashion and then have a relaxing fishing tournament.
|-
|[[Restday]], (Sunday), 13th
|10pm
|Picture This!
|[[Order of Lorekeepers]]
|Silverwood Manor
|A fun and fast-paced game testing your creative skills and [[ALTER (verb)]] knowledge. Reverse pictionary!
|-
|[[Volnes]] (Monday), 14th
|10am
|Breakfast Lecture: The Art of Accessorizing (Part I)
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|Landing Hall, Auditorium,[[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|The first of two IC classes on accessories and how to use them. This class will focus on jewelry which can be both decorative and enhancive. All those attending will be given a piece of unique scripted jewelery to take away.
|-
|[[Volnes]] (Monday), 14th
|3pm
|[https://sites.google.com/site/elanthianelegance/events/elanthian-fashion-week-5117/programme-of-events/shoe-love-is-true-love Shoe Love is True Love]
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|Atelier, Mzaarine Bazaar, [[Ta'Illistim]]
|Opening of [[The Looking Glass]] shop for a 5-day bonanza shoe sale.
|-
|[[Volnes]] (Monday), 14th
|9pm
|Trine-Bond
|[[Moonstone Abbey]]
|Moonstone Abbey Tent, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|A trivia game based on what three different fashion-related things have in common.
|-
|[[Tilamaires]] (Tuesday), 15th
|4pm
|Creating a Fashion Folio
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Misty's Teas]] Patio, [[Mist Harbor]]
|Fashionable Scrapbooking!
|-
|[[Leyan]] (Wednesday), 16th
|10am
|Breakfast Lecture: The Art of Accessorizing (Part II)
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|Landing Hall, Auditorium,[[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|The second of two IC classes on accessories and how to use them. This class will focus on hats, gloves, canes, fans etc. Guest speaker will spin for a few winners of assorted accessory items to take away.
|-
|[[Leyan]] (Wednesday), 16th
|6pm
|Grab-a-Bag ... or Box!
|[[House Sylvanfair]]
|Sylvanfair Grove, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|A limited number of jewellery bags and boxes up for grabs!
|-
|[[Niiman]], (Thursday), 17th
|6pm
|Style Scramble
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|Landing Hall, Garden
|Fun and challenging game with a fashion theme.
|-
|[[Niiman]], (Thursday), 17th
|8:45 pm
|Hairstyles of the Dhe'nar
|[[Obsidian Tower]]
|Hearthstone Courtyard, Wehnimer's Landing
|Learn about the traditional hairstyles of the Dhe'nar
|-
|[[Niiman]], (Thursday), 17th
|10pm
|It's a Hat-Trick!
|[[Order of Lorekeepers]]
|Silverwood Manor
|Design a hat with the Mentors
|-
|[[Day of the Huntress]] (Friday), 18th
|10am
|Breakfast Lecture: Oh La La!
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|Landing Hall, Auditorium,[[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|Continuing with the series, this IC class will look at the clothing, jewelry, and millinery of [[Joola]] and [[Veola]]. Guest speaker will spin for a fully altered and unlocked [[Veola]] courtesy of [[House Sylvanfair]] (1 winner)
|-
|[[Day of the Huntress]] (Friday), 18th
|7pm
|Fashion Wars!
|[[House Sylvanfair]], [[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Ebonstone Manor]], Ballroom
|Siegery tournament with representatives of the fashionable elite.
|-
|[[Day of the Huntress]] (Friday), 18th
|9:30pm
|Art of the Fan Dance!
|[[Black Hand Trading Co]]
|The black canvas tent outside the East Tower
|The art of communicating can also be fashionable...and deadly. Join the Black Hand trading company as Kayse Thaellian gives a presentation on the art of Nalfein fan dancing.
|-
|[[Feastday]] (Saturday), 19th
|10am
|Breakfast Lecture: Behind the Mask
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|Landing Hall, Auditorium,[[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|The last in the current series, this IC class will look at the history and use of masks. RAFFLE
|-
|[[Feastday]] (Saturday), 19th
|1pm
|Delirious about Delirium Dolls
|[[House Sylvanfair]]
|[[Ebonstone Manor]], Ballroom
|An informal gathering and swap meet to show off your [[Whax doll]], discuss doll fashion, and trade accessories. There will also be a chance to trade your [[House Sylvanfair]] collectibles.
|-
|[[Feastday]] (Saturday), 19th
|3pm
|Fashion Showcase
|[[House Sylvanfair]], [[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ebonstone Manor]], Ballroom
|A formal fashion show and contest for best themed outfits with presentation of the coveted "Chalat Award." RAFFLES
|-
|[[Feastday]] (Saturday), 19th
|9pm
|Masquerade Ball
|[[Alliance of High Elven Society]]
|[[Ebonstone Manor]], Ballroom
|Formal Masquerade Ball with prizes for best masks that fit this year's theme.
|-
|[[Restday]] (Sunday), 20th
|2pm
|The Pantheon Collection
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|Liabo Plaza,[[Solhaven]]
|Presentation and auction of Arkati-themed outfits.
|-
|[[Restday]] (Sunday), 20th
|4pm
|Fashionable Fortunes
|[[Order of the Sphere and Scythe]]
|Liabo Plaza, [[Solhaven]]
|A brief lecture on the Sylvankind lore regarding magical properties of some gems in Elanthia commonly used in jewelry and clothing adornments. This event is geared toward both the spiritually and fashionably inclined!
|-
|[[Restday]] (Sunday), 20th
|6pm
|Reflections on the Future
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|Lily Manor, Events Hall, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|Cocktail party to close the festivities. RAFFLE
|}

== Week Long Services ==

{|{{prettytable}}
|'''Service
|'''Host/s'''
|'''Location'''
|'''Description'''
|-
|Cobbling Wares
|[[House Sylvanfair]]
|Sylvanfair Grove, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|Carts of [[cobbling]] supplies
|-
|Merchandise Stand
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|North Ring Road, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|A selection of decorative masks
|-
|Shoe Love is True Love
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|Atelier, Mzaarine Bazaar, [[Ta'Illistim]]
|5-day themed shoe sale
|}

== Raffles ==

{|{{prettytable}}
|'''Date/Time'''
|'''Item'''
|'''Host/s'''
|'''Location'''
|'''Description'''
|-
|[[Feastday]], 12th @ 7pm
|A Vanne fan
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|Museum, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|A customised fan popular with the Nalfein
|-
|[[Leyan]], 16th @ 7pm
|Sugar and Spice and all things nice
|[[House Sylvanfair]]
|Sylvanfair Grove, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|A case filled with assorted sugar and spice-themed goodies
|-
|[[Feastday]], 19th @ 11am
|A smooth death mask
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|Landing Hall, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|A customisable mask to alter features on death
|-
|[[Feastday]], 19th @ 5pm
|A set of elegant “His and Hers” items created by [[Ianthra Nishaye Nalfein]]
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|North Ring Road, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|Includes a fully unlocked [[Vanishing Point]] Gown for her and matching changeable neckwear with pin for him
|-
|[[Feastday]], 19th @ 5pm
|An elegant gown created by [[Ianthra Nishaye Nalfein]] with matching perfume jewelry
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|North Ring Road, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|Includes a fully unlocked [[Vanishing Point]] Gown and matching perfume jewelry
|-
|[[Restday]], 20th @ 7pm
|A case of assorted nail polish
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|Lily Manor Courtyard, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|A case containing 10 bottles of nail polish
|}

== Themes ==

'''Chalat Award''': [[Nihrvanah Tarsonath]]

''Awarded in honor of [[Chalat Greyvael Illistim]], Former First Couturier of the Argentate''

*Shabby Chic 
*Metallic Mastery 
*Sugar and Spice 
*Woodland Walks 

== Resources ==

[https://sites.google.com/site/elanthianelegance/home Elanthian Elegance website] 

[http://www.fenogs.com/fashion.html Fenog's Fashion Formation] 

[[Category: Fashion]]

Fashion Week 5116

2018-06-14T12:16:53Z

CHIVERST:

The year 5116 (2016) marked the launch of the first [[Elanthian Fashion Week]], a collaborative event sponsored by [[Elanthian Elegance]] and involving a number of other [[Co-operative_Houses_of_Elanthia|CHEs]] and [[Meeting_Hall_Organization|MHOs]] to celebrate cross-cultural fashion through the ages.

== Programme of Events==

'''Feastday, 6th day of Phoenatos to Restday, 14th day of Phoenatos (Saturday, August 6th to Sunday, August 14th)'''

''All times Eastern''

{|{{prettytable}}
|'''Date'''
|'''Time'''
|'''Event'''
|'''Host/s'''
|'''Venue'''
|'''Decription'''
|-
|[[Feastday]] (Saturday), 6th
|6pm
|Reflections of the Past
|[[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Museum Alerreth]], Costumery, [[Ta'Illistim]]
|Champagne Reception/Launch Event
|-
|[[Restday]] (Sunday), 7th
|11am
|The Long and the Short of It (Alteration 101)
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|Landing Hall, Auditorium,[[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|An IC class about general [[alteration]]s with hints and tips on how to get the most of out of your time with a [[merchant]]
|-
|[[Restday]] (Sunday), 7th
|1pm
|Let's Talk Fashion with ...
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Elaraeyn's Boutique]], Atelier, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|A brief presentation on this season's trends with a special guest (Ainfore).
|-
|[[Restday]] (Sunday), 7th
|4pm
|Grab-a-Bag!
|[[House Sylvanfair]], [[Elanthian Elegance]]
|Sylvanfair Grove, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|A limited number of jewellery bags up for grabs!
|-
|[[Restday]] (Sunday), 7th
|6pm
|Fashionable [[Greedy Gremlins]]
|[[House Sylvanfair]]
|Sylvanfair Grove, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|A couple of rounds of [[Greedy Gremlins]] with a fashion theme.
|-
|[[Volnes]] (Monday), 8th
|3pm
|Shoe Love is True Love
|[[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|Atelier, Mzaarine Bazaar, [[Ta'Illistim]]
|Opening of [[The Looking Glass]] shop for a 5-day bonanza shoe sale
|-
|[[Volnes]] (Monday), 8th
|9pm
|Femme Fatale
|[[The Black Hand Trading Co.]]
|Tent, North Ring Road, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|An educational discussion on accessories like: [[Vanishing Point]] clothes, poison rings, [[Smuggling sack|smuggling sacks]], [[Hiding sheath|hidden sheaths]], [[Vanne fan|dagger fans]] etc.
|-
|[[Tilamaires]] (Tuesday), 9th
|9pm
|The Wander Gypsy
|[[Gypsy Troupe]]
|Faeilythe's Fashions, [[Solhaven]]
|Talk on fashion trends of a nomadic nature
|-
|[[Leyan]] (Wednesday), 10th
|4pm
|Fashion to a Tea!
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|Baker's Shop, Tea Room, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|An informal discussion about style and fashion with tea and free nail painting, face painting and henna work
|-
|[[Niiman]], Thursday, 11th
|8pm
|Custom Alterations - Accessorise Yourself!
|[[White Haven]]
|[[White Haven]], [[Icemule]]
|Complimentary alterations!
|-
|[[Niiman]], Thursday, 11th
|10pm
|It's a Hat-Trick!
|[[Order of Lorekeepers]]
|Silverwood Manor
|Design a hat with the Mentors
|-
|[[Day of the Huntress]] (Friday), 12th
|8pm
|[[Nalea gown|Nalea]] Brawl
|[[Helden Hall]], [[House Sylvanfair]], [[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Helden Hall]], Fighting Pit, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|Women brawling in the fighting pits for a coveted [[Nalea gown]] with consolation prizes including zested/altered gowns for all participants.
|-
|[[Feastday]] (Saturday), 13th
|3pm
|Fashion Showcase
|[[House Sylvanfair]], [[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ebonstone Manor]], Ballroom
|A formal fashion show and contest for best themed outfits.
|-
|[[Feastday]] (Saturday), 13th
|10pm
|Masked Ball
|[[House Paupers]]
|[[Ebonstone Manor]], Ballroom
|Formal masquerade ball
|-
|[[Restday]] (Sunday), 14th
|3pm
|Fashion Faux Pas and Feral Finds
|[[House Arcane]]
|[[Ebonstone Manor]], Ballroom
|Informal show of retrospective fashion and creature drops in the wilds
|-
|[[Restday]] (Sunday), 14th
|6pm
|Reflections on the Future
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|Lily Manor, Events Hall, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|Cocktail party to close the festivities
|}

== Week Long Services ==

{|{{prettytable}}
|'''Service
|'''Host/s'''
|'''Location'''
|'''Description'''
|-
|Cobbling Wares
|[[Willow Hall]], [[House Sylvanfair]]
|[[Willow Hall]] and Sylvanfair Grove, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|Carts of [[cobbling]] supplies
|-
|Merchandise Stand
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|North Ring Road, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|A stand selling fall fashions
|-
|Shoe Love is True Love
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|Atelier, Mzaarine Bazaar, [[Ta'Illistim]]
|5-day themed shoe sale
|}

== Raffles ==

{|{{prettytable}}
|'''Date/Time'''
|'''Item'''
|'''Host/s'''
|'''Location'''
|'''Description'''
|-
|[[Restday]], 6th @ 7pm
|Two [[Prestige Champagne]] Cases
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Museum Alerreth]], Ticketing, [[Ta'Illistim]]
|Special cases containing a bottle of Poiret & Company champagne, two flutes and a saber
|-
|[[Volnes]], 8th @ 10.15pm
|An hourglass navy blue silk corset with a cream crossover ruched front panel
|[[Elanthian Elegance]] on behalf of [[The Black Hand Trading Co.]]
|North Ring Road, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|A [[Vanishing Point]] corset
|-
|[[Leyan]], 10th @ 5pm
|A teatime basket for two
|[[House Sylvanfair]]
|Baker's Shop, Tea Room, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|A basket containing a floral-themed teaset and tea leaves.
|-
|[[Day of the Huntress]], 12th @ 9pm
|An elegant gentleman's outfit
|[[House Sylvanfair]]
|[[Helden Hall]], [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|A chest containing a complete gentleman's outfit (original creations by [[Yansio]] and [[AdventureWear|Treysen]]
|-
|[[Feastday]], 13th @ 5pm
|Two-themed Showcase Outfits
|[[House Sylvanfair]] and [[Rone Academy]]
|[[Ebonstone Manor]]
|Complete themed outfits created by the hosts
|-
|[[Restday]], 14th @ 7pm
|A miniature clockface with exposed brass cogs and gears
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|Lily Manor, Event Hall, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|a Time Travel-themed [[Enhancive hider|pin]] from [[Sylinar's Spire]]
|}

== Themes ==

'''Chalat Award''': [[Kayse Thaellian]]

''Awarded in honor of [[Chalat Greyvael Illistim]], Former First Couturier of the Argentate''

*Saewehna Jungle 
*Military Precision 
*Time Travel 
*Frivolous Florals 

== Resources ==

[https://sites.google.com/site/elanthianelegance/home Elanthian Elegance website] 

[http://www.fenogs.com/fashion.html Fenog's Fashion Formation] 

[[Category: Fashion]]

Fashion Week 5116

2018-06-14T12:16:26Z

CHIVERST: Created page with "The year 5116 (2016) marked the launch of the first Elanthian Fashion Week, a collaborative event sponsored by Elanthian Elegance and involving a number of other Co-oper..."

The year 5116 (2016) marked the launch of the first Elanthian Fashion Week, a collaborative event sponsored by [[Elanthian Elegance]] and involving a number of other [[Co-operative_Houses_of_Elanthia|CHEs]] and [[Meeting_Hall_Organization|MHOs]] to celebrate cross-cultural fashion through the ages.

== Programme of Events==

'''Feastday, 6th day of Phoenatos to Restday, 14th day of Phoenatos (Saturday, August 6th to Sunday, August 14th)'''

''All times Eastern''

{|{{prettytable}}
|'''Date'''
|'''Time'''
|'''Event'''
|'''Host/s'''
|'''Venue'''
|'''Decription'''
|-
|[[Feastday]] (Saturday), 6th
|6pm
|Reflections of the Past
|[[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Museum Alerreth]], Costumery, [[Ta'Illistim]]
|Champagne Reception/Launch Event
|-
|[[Restday]] (Sunday), 7th
|11am
|The Long and the Short of It (Alteration 101)
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|Landing Hall, Auditorium,[[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|An IC class about general [[alteration]]s with hints and tips on how to get the most of out of your time with a [[merchant]]
|-
|[[Restday]] (Sunday), 7th
|1pm
|Let's Talk Fashion with ...
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Elaraeyn's Boutique]], Atelier, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|A brief presentation on this season's trends with a special guest (Ainfore).
|-
|[[Restday]] (Sunday), 7th
|4pm
|Grab-a-Bag!
|[[House Sylvanfair]], [[Elanthian Elegance]]
|Sylvanfair Grove, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|A limited number of jewellery bags up for grabs!
|-
|[[Restday]] (Sunday), 7th
|6pm
|Fashionable [[Greedy Gremlins]]
|[[House Sylvanfair]]
|Sylvanfair Grove, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|A couple of rounds of [[Greedy Gremlins]] with a fashion theme.
|-
|[[Volnes]] (Monday), 8th
|3pm
|Shoe Love is True Love
|[[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|Atelier, Mzaarine Bazaar, [[Ta'Illistim]]
|Opening of [[The Looking Glass]] shop for a 5-day bonanza shoe sale
|-
|[[Volnes]] (Monday), 8th
|9pm
|Femme Fatale
|[[The Black Hand Trading Co.]]
|Tent, North Ring Road, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|An educational discussion on accessories like: [[Vanishing Point]] clothes, poison rings, [[Smuggling sack|smuggling sacks]], [[Hiding sheath|hidden sheaths]], [[Vanne fan|dagger fans]] etc.
|-
|[[Tilamaires]] (Tuesday), 9th
|9pm
|The Wander Gypsy
|[[Gypsy Troupe]]
|Faeilythe's Fashions, [[Solhaven]]
|Talk on fashion trends of a nomadic nature
|-
|[[Leyan]] (Wednesday), 10th
|4pm
|Fashion to a Tea!
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|Baker's Shop, Tea Room, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|An informal discussion about style and fashion with tea and free nail painting, face painting and henna work
|-
|[[Niiman]], Thursday, 11th
|8pm
|Custom Alterations - Accessorise Yourself!
|[[White Haven]]
|[[White Haven]], [[Icemule]]
|Complimentary alterations!
|-
|[[Niiman]], Thursday, 11th
|10pm
|It's a Hat-Trick!
|[[Order of Lorekeepers]]
|Silverwood Manor
|Design a hat with the Mentors
|-
|[[Day of the Huntress]] (Friday), 12th
|8pm
|[[Nalea gown|Nalea]] Brawl
|[[Helden Hall]], [[House Sylvanfair]], [[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Helden Hall]], Fighting Pit, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|Women brawling in the fighting pits for a coveted [[Nalea gown]] with consolation prizes including zested/altered gowns for all participants.
|-
|[[Feastday]] (Saturday), 13th
|3pm
|Fashion Showcase
|[[House Sylvanfair]], [[Elanthian Elegance]], [[The Looking Glass]]
|[[Ebonstone Manor]], Ballroom
|A formal fashion show and contest for best themed outfits.
|-
|[[Feastday]] (Saturday), 13th
|10pm
|Masked Ball
|[[House Paupers]]
|[[Ebonstone Manor]], Ballroom
|Formal masquerade ball
|-
|[[Restday]] (Sunday), 14th
|3pm
|Fashion Faux Pas and Feral Finds
|[[House Arcane]]
|[[Ebonstone Manor]], Ballroom
|Informal show of retrospective fashion and creature drops in the wilds
|-
|[[Restday]] (Sunday), 14th
|6pm
|Reflections on the Future
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|Lily Manor, Events Hall, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|Cocktail party to close the festivities
|}

== Week Long Services ==

{|{{prettytable}}
|'''Service
|'''Host/s'''
|'''Location'''
|'''Description'''
|-
|Cobbling Wares
|[[Willow Hall]], [[House Sylvanfair]]
|[[Willow Hall]] and Sylvanfair Grove, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|Carts of [[cobbling]] supplies
|-
|Merchandise Stand
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|North Ring Road, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|A stand selling fall fashions
|-
|Shoe Love is True Love
|[[The Looking Glass]]
|Atelier, Mzaarine Bazaar, [[Ta'Illistim]]
|5-day themed shoe sale
|}

== Raffles ==

{|{{prettytable}}
|'''Date/Time'''
|'''Item'''
|'''Host/s'''
|'''Location'''
|'''Description'''
|-
|[[Restday]], 6th @ 7pm
|Two [[Prestige Champagne]] Cases
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|[[Museum Alerreth]], Ticketing, [[Ta'Illistim]]
|Special cases containing a bottle of Poiret & Company champagne, two flutes and a saber
|-
|[[Volnes]], 8th @ 10.15pm
|An hourglass navy blue silk corset with a cream crossover ruched front panel
|[[Elanthian Elegance]] on behalf of [[The Black Hand Trading Co.]]
|North Ring Road, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|A [[Vanishing Point]] corset
|-
|[[Leyan]], 10th @ 5pm
|A teatime basket for two
|[[House Sylvanfair]]
|Baker's Shop, Tea Room, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|A basket containing a floral-themed teaset and tea leaves.
|-
|[[Day of the Huntress]], 12th @ 9pm
|An elegant gentleman's outfit
|[[House Sylvanfair]]
|[[Helden Hall]], [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|A chest containing a complete gentleman's outfit (original creations by [[Yansio]] and [[AdventureWear|Treysen]]
|-
|[[Feastday]], 13th @ 5pm
|Two-themed Showcase Outfits
|[[House Sylvanfair]] and [[Rone Academy]]
|[[Ebonstone Manor]]
|Complete themed outfits created by the hosts
|-
|[[Restday]], 14th @ 7pm
|A miniature clockface with exposed brass cogs and gears
|[[Elanthian Elegance]]
|Lily Manor, Event Hall, [[Wehnimer's Landing]]
|a Time Travel-themed [[Enhancive hider|pin]] from [[Sylinar's Spire]]
|}

== Themes ==

'''Chalat Award''': [[Kayse Thaellian]]

''Awarded in honor of [[Chalat Greyvael Illistim]], Former First Couturier of the Argentate''

*Saewehna Jungle 
*Military Precision 
*Time Travel 
*Frivolous Florals 

== Resources ==

[https://sites.google.com/site/elanthianelegance/home Elanthian Elegance website] 

[http://www.fenogs.com/fashion.html Fenog's Fashion Formation] 

[[Category: Fashion]]

2018-04-08T16:03:16Z

CHIVERST: /* Deliberation */

{{essay|title='''A Difficult Journey''' |author=[[Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l]]}}

First published on the 3rd day of Imaerasta in the year 5117

During an audience with the [[Argent Mirror]] in [[Koaratos]] 5117, Rohese was tasked with seeing if [[Ta'Illistim]] should consider extending further aid to those displaced in the west. This followed the [[Swan Song]] storyline based out of [[Solhaven]] in the wake of the destruction of [[Talador]] at the end of the [[Eyes of the Dawn]] storyline.

===Departure===
Rohese turned the iron key in [[Lily Manor]]'s front door and gave it a gentle tug to check it was locked. She dropped the key into the pocket of her pelisse and glanced around to ensure she was alone.

The birds were in full song, filling the courtyard with their melodic trills and heralding the start of a new day. The sun was just breaking over the horizon and she turned to watch its golden glow seep across the sky. She welcomed its warmth on her pale face. It had been a stressful few weeks and sleep had eluded her recently. The dark circles beneath her eyes were testament to how tired she felt. She had foregone rest again that night in order to write several letters, which now sat on her desk awaiting collection and despatch by her chambermaid.

With a deep breath, she firmed her resolve; the fresh morning air had invigorated her a little. ''The Mirror had asked this of her and she would not fail her sovereign''. Pulling her hood up to conceal her face - she would rather not be noticed and distracted from the task in hand - she made her way out of the gate and onto the road leading through the wooded Lower Trollfang. Following the course of the [[Locksmehr River]] and the high exterior walls of [[Wehnimer's Landing]], she slipped through the West Gate with a cursory nod to the sleepy guard and into the early morning bustle on the streets.

Reaching the southeast corner of the Town Square, she was relieved to see that a wagon was already waiting and she boarded it quickly. Apart from a couple of bruises, the journey to [[Bloodriven Village]] was without incident and she stepped out onto the muddy riverbank with the sun now high in the sky.

Lifting her skirts to avoid trailing them in the mud, she made her way carefully up and through the black iron gate. She weaved her way through the mid-morning crowds in Lyswe Court and past the buildings lining the cobbled streets. She was more determined than ever to escape notice today so she headed directly to her goal on Gloam Pike. The slipshod building was difficult to miss, it being painted in garish colours, and Rohese glanced warily around her before she entered.

A few minutes later, having acquired her purchase, she hung it around her neck and, with a nervous push, she activated it. It took all of her willpower not to scream out loud as the tiny hollow needles stabbed into her, suffusing her body with their noxious elixir. The pain was almost unbearable but it was soon over and she cautiously peered into her mirror.

<pre{{log2}}>
You see Lady [[Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l]] the Gentlewoman. 
She appears to be a Human from [[Kingdom of Hendor | Hendor]]. 
She is taller than average with a slender willowy form. She appears to be youthful. She has silver-lashed misty grey eyes and silky smooth, fair skin. She has lustrous, hip-length pale silver hair neatly collected within an umber alum-beaded snood. She has naturally glossy, rose-pink tinted lips. Peeking through her hair are dainty upswept ears tapering to fine points which enhance her fey-like countenance. 
She has an inking of a faint star constellation on her neck, and a cascade of tiny silver stars tattooed over her right eyebrow that fades into her hairline. 
She is in good shape. 
She is holding a silver-backed mirror etched with orbital moons in her right hand. 
She is wearing a metalworked withered tree talisman, a sleeveless pelisse of dove grey chamois collared in soft rabbit fur, a platinum wedding ring, a tall-collared onyx velvet bliaut with fur-lined hanging sleeves, and some tall cognac leather boots with perforated suede panels. 
</pre>

She was very aware that she was venturing into a troubled area of the Empire and was keen to avoid any issues. Despite recent developments, there were still those that upheld [[Chaston's Edict]] and wished ill on her kind. ''I will have to keep my hood up to avoid anyone seeing my ears but this illusion should help.''

Melting into the crowd, she made her way back down to the riverbank and the half-circle of wagons waiting there. ''Now to find a wagon to take me south''.

===Determination===
The wagon came to a halt in a sun-dappled clearing and the wagoner helped Rohese down. She was stiff from having spent the entire journey squashed between a rather stout, gruff-looking dwarf and a stack of awkwardly shaped crates filled with live poultry. She welcomed the chance to stretch her legs and breathe freely.

This was the first camp she had encountered. It was only a few hours ride from [[Bloodriven Village]] and was fairly small. It appeared to be a recent addition to the wooded area with only twenty or so tents erected around a crudely built, squat wooden building and a couple of fishing boats tied up at a makeshift dock on the nearby riverbank.

It was late afternoon and Rohese didn’t relish the prospect of another uncomfortable journey that day so she made her way over to the building to make enquiries about a place to sleep.

The timber-framed structure was simple in construction having only two storeys and a couple of partitioned rooms. It seemed to serve as a communal hall and inn of sorts. Rohese was pleasantly surprised at the comforts it afforded though; her room was basic but clean and the meal of freshly caught fish served that evening was delicious. She spent a pleasant hour conversing with some of the tent dwellers and learned that they were effectively the overspill from a much larger camp further along the river. They had decided to venture north and set up a quieter community of their own.

The stories they told of their loss were heartbreaking but Rohese’s spirits were uplifted a little by their optimism and desire to make the best of their circumstances. She listened to them share their recollection of the events that had unfolded in [[Talador]]: how they were forced to leave their homes with nothing but the clothes on their backs during the conflict and the countless thousands that had died in the blast that destroyed the Barony.

Some recounted the difficulties of the cold winter months they had endured in the early settlements with little to eat until the supply wagons started to arrive. Others spoke of the kindness they had personally received from the Lady [[Kasendra Chandrennin]]. They were keen to add that their dearest wish was to return home, even if that meant starting all over again in the Bleaklands. Rohese felt powerless to help them; all she could do was reassure them that, one day, it might be possible.

She cried herself to sleep that night but at least she slept; exhaustion had finally caught up with her.

The following morning, she reluctantly boarded the wagon again, this time accompanied by a mother and her two young children. The forlorn looking woman had spent the last six months travelling from camp to camp in the hope that her soldier husband had somehow escaped the atrocities and made his way to safety. As they made their way along the [[Locksmehr River]] trail, Rohese took the elder child and sat him in her lap whilst the mother nursed the baby. ''At last, something practical that I can do to help''.

===Decision===
It hadn’t stopped raining for three days but Rohese was relieved to see that it had at least reduced to a drizzle when she awoke that morning. Somewhat refreshed from her sleep and with her features still masked beneath the illusion, she ventured outside into the crowded camp.

There was a definite autumnal feeling in the air with the smell of loam and wood smoke filling her nostrils. The rain had made the ground muddy and treacherous underfoot but she picked her way carefully around the worst of the puddles and wheel ruts.

Lately she had been struck by the contrast of her time in the refugee camps and the glamour of recent weeks. Fashion Week had been a wonderful interlude but there was no escaping the harsh realities of life outside of cocktail parties and elegant balls. This brief sojourn into the imperial wilderness was a stark reminder that there was no place for silk gowns here.

At first glance the encampment seemed to be a bleak and dreary place but as the sun finally broke through the clouds and hoods were removed, Rohese could see the genuine smiles on people’s faces as they went about their business. The sound of nearby laughter caught her attention and she stepped aside just in time to see a gaggle of geese cross her path, honking and hinking as they tried to elude their keeper.

Her momentary pause was all the more fortuitous because just as Rohese was about to turn away, she overheard a snippet of conversation in which a familiar name was mentioned.

“See that they reach Puptilian, he has been waiting for these supplies.” Two guards walked past, paying no attention to Rohese standing in the doorway. “There’s another shipment on its way from the Free Port but the recent bad weather has delayed it.”

Rohese’s hand instinctively went to the talisman around her neck. She felt her illusion falter for a moment but with a gentle tug, it settled back into its genteel human countenance. Wrapping the fingers of her other hand around the soft leather pouch in her pocket, she smiled. ''Puptilian would understand why I need to do this.''

The guards continued their conversation as they headed towards the nearby watch tower. Once they were out of earshot, Rohese stepped into the Keep and up the narrow staircase to a small chamber on the first floor. She was due to meet with the [[Talador#Green_Sisters | Green Sisters]] and finalise arrangements for her journey into the Bleaklands.

===Despair===
The landscape had changed markedly in the last hour. The air was no longer filled with the sound of birdsong or the whisper of wind through the trees. A gloomy silence now hung around them, along with the lingering smell of acrid smoke.

Earlier that morning, Rohese had passed fields filled with crops ready for harvesting and orchards of trees laden with fruit ripe for picking. Her spirits had been lifted by a feeling of hope for the future. But this? This was too much to bear: a wasteland as far as the eye could see. An occasional breeze stirred the dust covering the scorched black earth, causing eddies of choking grey ash to rise and fall around them.

Kasendra’s encampment felt like a lifetime away from the devastation now laid out before her. The thousands of displaced people who had fled the horror had found refuge in the many camps scattered throughout the war-ravaged provinces east of Vornavis. They had made a start on rebuilding their lives but [[Talador]] was still their home. With the help of the [[Talador#Green Sisters | Green Sisters]], perhaps it would one day be possible to return but, faced with this reality, it seemed like a distant dream.

One of the Sisters reached over and gently squeezed Rohese’s hand. Her eyes spoke volumes and it alleviated Rohese’s despair a little. Despite her youth, the young girl that had befriended Rohese back in the camp was both kind and astute. They had talked a lot over the last couple of days and Rohese had confided in her about her true identity. Her name was Tyrie and she had spent the last six months travelling back and forth between the camps and the Bleaklands, in an attempt to restore some life to the once lush Barony. [[Talador]] had been her childhood home and, despite her perpetual smile, it was clear that she was still moved by the events of last year.

The wagon eventually came to a halt at the bottom of a shallow valley just as drops of rain started to fall from the dark clouds overhead. Remnants of an ancient oak wood were visible through the undulating piles of ash with skeletal arm-like boughs of fallen trees reaching upwards. A sepulchral silence pervaded the area where the trees no longer stood. Nothing stirred, nothing sang, and nothing shone.

Rohese climbed down and joined the Sisters as they began to clear an area of ground. They worked steadily for a few hours to lift away the debris, not letting the sporadic rain showers hinder their progress. Beneath a pile of charred and broken wood, they found a small patch of sickly yellow grass. Turning their attention to the only sign of life in that whole area, they tended it with water and herbal nutrients. Rohese knew this was the spot she had been looking for.

Taking care not to damage the grass, she knelt on the ground and reached inside her pelisse for the soft leather pouch. She loosened the drawstring to reveal a handful of wrinkled brown acorns. Prior to embarking on this journey, Rohese had made a point of collecting acorns from both the [[House Sylvanfair | Sylvanfair]] tree in [[Wehnimer's Landing]] and the Oak Grove surrounding the [[Ta'Illistim]] Manse. It seemed only fitting to plant them here.

Bringing them to her lips, she reverently kissed each in turn before gently pushing them into the damp, grassy earth. Sister Tyrie joined her and together they said a prayer over the planted seeds. A single tear tracked down Rohese’s dirt-smudged cheek and landed on the hallowed ground. The clouds parted for the first time that day and a pale yellow sun could be seen hanging low in the sky. ''Perhaps [[Lumnis]] and [[Imaera]] had heard their prayer and would bless this ground with a new woodland in the years to come.''

Tyrie and Rohese rose to their feet and wordlessly hugged each other. Tyrie was still smiling and it was Rohese’s turn to do the same.

===Dawning===
Dawn had always been her favourite time of day; it heralded new beginnings. Rohese sat on the grassy hillside to watch the sun rise and allowed her thoughts to wander. The golden wash of sunshine broke over the misty horizon and flooded the meadow below with its nourishing warmth. As the burgeoning light crept towards her, she felt refreshed and invigorated. ''I wonder what joys and sorrows today has in store for me?''

Rising to her feet, Rohese straightened her gown. She barely noticed the creases, grass stains, and damp patches anymore. A couple of weeks ago, she would have been horrified at the thought of such shabby attire but it didn’t seem to matter somehow. With a beatific smile, she walked back into the encampment and acknowledged the kind greeting of the gate guards. She had become a familiar face now and, whilst she still missed home, she no longer felt bereft of friends.

She hadn't taken more than a dozen steps through the gate when she was met by a courier. Handing over a folded sheet of matte black paper, he darted away to make another delivery. Rohese opened the letter and wrinkled her nose as a faint scent of manure wafted up from its surface.

Holding the offending sheet as far away from her nose as possible, she quickly scanned the neat lines of text and smiled to herself. Heartfire had clearly found someone to read her letter and duly scribe a response for him. Naamit had cleverly squeezed his rather long dictated reply into every available space and had even managed to capture his little endearing nuances. ''Pick up some kitten pie from the [[Pie Shop]], indeed''.

Just as she folded the letter and tucked it into her pocket, she felt a gentle tug at her skirts and looked down into a pair of familiar brown eyes. It was the little boy she had held on her lap during the initial wagon journey to the camp. A grubby hand reached up to take hers and led her over to a nearby cluster of tents. Following the child with amused curiosity, she discovered his mother seated on a low stool, in the process of milking a goat. Standing next to her was a dark-complected man with the same brown eyes and a baby in his arms.

“Da-da!” The little boy beamed brightly at Rohese, and pointed towards the man who chuckled and nodded. “Yes, son, “I’m your da-da,” he replied, ruffling the little boy’s hair.

Rohese was invited to break bread with the family but politely declined. Despite everything she had experienced lately, she still kept to her daytime fasting regime. She did, however, accept a cup of the freshly drawn goat’s milk and sat with them whilst they joyfully recounted the story of their long-awaited reunion.

Amid all of the joviality, however, Rohese noticed that the little boy kept tugging roughly at the slightly pointed tip of his ear. Pulling him into her lap, she asked him why he was deliberately hurting himself. As the tears welled up in the little boy’s eyes, his father pushed back his black hair, tucking it behind a sharply pointed ear, and Rohese understood.

“Are you teased because of your ears?” she gently asked the little boy, who nodded and tugged angrily at them once more.

“Shall I let you into a secret?” she whispered quietly to him and he nodded again.

Rohese pulled at her talisman, causing the illusion around her to drop, and pushed back the hood of her pelisse to reveal the fine points of her own ears peeking through her pale silver hair. The little boys eyes widened and he reached up to touch them. Flinging his arms around her neck, he kissed her cheek and, with a wide grin, he squirmed out of her lap to join a group of boys who were chasing a plump of ducks. Both parents simply smiled at her and poured more milk into her cup. This humble gesture was enough to reassure Rohese that, no matter what, she was welcome amongst them.

Sipping her milk, she watched the merriment of the children at play and thought about Heartfire having to seek help to read and write. It suddenly dawned on her. Now she knew how she could make a difference. The children were the future and the one thing she understood, more than anything else, was the importance of education; as did her beloved [[Argent Mirror]]. She was suddenly excited about all of the opportunities that were now before her. She had so many ideas tumbling around in her head about how she could take this forward. It would be asking a lot of people at home but she had faith in their desire to help too. ''Today was a joyous day.''

===Daughter===
The light sound of knocking at the door broke Rohese’s meditation. She rose to her feet to open it and was greeted by Tyrie who was smiling widely even as she apologised profusely for having disturbed her.

“Come with me! There’s someone I’d like you to meet,” she announced, leading Rohese eagerly down the narrow stairs.

Wending their way past the clusters of tents, wagons, and animal pens, Tyrie guided her towards a large cream pavilion on the outskirts of the encampment and ducked through the flap.

Despite it being mid-morning, the interior was illuminated by an array of beeswax candles and the air carried the scent of honey and chamomile. Rohese breathed deeply of the familiar aroma and immediately felt calmed; it reminded her of the [[Library Aies]] back in [[Ta'Illistim]] with its dimly-lit hallways and beeswax polished wood panelling.

Standing at a nearby table, with her back to them both, was a strikingly tall woman dressed in a hooded cloak of vibrantly coloured feathers. Hearing Tyrie and Rohese enter, she turned and walked towards them. Taking both of Rohese’s hands in her own, she bent to rest her forehead on them by way of a greeting.

“I am so pleased to meet you,” she remarked quietly, pushing her hood back to reveal a shock of white hair cut close to her head. “Tyrie has told me so much about you.” The lower portion of her face was concealed by a swathe of white silk but her blue eyes reflected a warm smile and a friendly disposition.

Rohese was rather taken aback but Tyrie was quick to explain that Inula was one of the [[Orders of the Turamzzyrian_Empire#The Daughters of Lumnis | Daughters of Lumnis]]. On hearing about Rohese and her plans, she had requested to meet with her.

“You two have a lot to talk about, I’m sure!” Tyrie declared, kissing both women on the cheek and disappearing back through the flap. Inula laughed lightly and gestured to Rohese to sit.

It was dusk by the time Tyrie returned to find the two women still engaged in conversation and surrounded by a pile of open books and empty teacups.

“I’ve arranged for the wagon to take you to [[Vornavis]] in the morning, as requested,” Tyrie said to Rohese, who rose to her feet and nodded in appreciation.

With no word of explanation, Inula offered Rohese a length of airy white silk, similar to her own, and pressed it affectionately into her hands. Rohese closed her eyes for a moment and, making a silent vow to Lumnis, she fixed the veil across the lower part of her face. ''It was time to get to work. It was time to go home''.

===Devotion===
Rohese stepped through the door of the [[Lumnis]]’ Temple and into the comforting glow of the sconces lining the walls of the Hall of Light. Breathing a sigh of relief, she pushed back her hood and removed the white silk veil from her face. Her measured footfall was muffled by the plush woven rugs covering the marble floor as she made her way purposefully towards the gilded spiral staircase and ascended it.

Continuing past the Pool of Thought, Rohese avoided the temptation to admire the artistry of the ceiling and entered the rotunda at the far end. The Sanctuary of the Journey was one of the most beautiful chambers in the Temple so this time she allowed herself a moment to pause and appreciate the frieze on the entablature overhead. It depicted a journey of trials, sorrows and victories; all the more poignant since her own recent difficult journey.

As well as the impressive architectural sculptures, the chamber also housed a stone altar. Rohese slowly climbed the blue marble steps, mouthing a prayer of blessing for the displaced people of [[Talador]] with each footstep. Reaching the Altar of Illumination, she lit a pale ivory chamomile candle and placed it reverently among the votives. The flame flickered slightly on a small draft but steadied to illuminate the shadows with its soft golden glow. To the side, a shallow granite bowl, filled with smoldering sandalwood embers, emitted curling tendrils of perfumed smoke into the air.

Rohese inhaled deeply and felt at peace for the first time in weeks. The combination of a good night’s sleep in her Ebondrift marital bed and the bracing sea air of the Free Port had helped but, most of all, she was just happy to be back in the hallowed halls of her Lady’s Temple.

''Help me to walk in your light and live my life with wisdom and understanding''. With a final benediction, Rohese clasped her hands in a reverent gesture and headed back down the stairs. Stepping into the [[Solhaven]] sunlight, she fixed the white silk veil back across her mouth and began the last stage of her journey; the one that would finally take her home to [[Ta'Illistim]].

===Deliberation===
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Inside a stiff white envelope are two sheets of faintly watermarked vellum, each bearing the Bayvel family crest.

Lord Aeriadrn Ghaeriden Illistim
Office of the Seneschal
Ta’Illistim Keep
25th day of Imaerasta, in the year 5117

Seneschal,

I was charged by our illustrious [[Argent Mirror]] to look into the possibility of extending further aid to those still displaced in the west. I have therefore spent the last few weeks visiting encampments and trading posts established around the northern regions of the [[Turamzzyrian Empire]].

I took the opportunity to live among the camp communities and spoke with members of the religious organizations endeavoring to restore life to the former Barony of [[Talador]]. I am relieved to report that, due to the generosity of many benefactors and fortitude of the refugees, most of their needs are being met. Preparations are well underway for the winter: supplies continue to be forthcoming from the imperial provinces and this year’s harvest looks to be bountiful.

I also visited the haunting wasteland, referred to as the Bleaklands, and witnessed for myself the devastation unleashed upon the territory. Words cannot begin to explain what I saw but work is underway to heal the land; optimism prevails and I believe it will endure.

Whilst I do not deem further aid in terms of provisions to be necessary at this time, I do have a proposal for the Council of Thrones to consider. It is my belief that the children are the ones who suffer most from the deeds of their ancestors; they are the future of the Empire and one thing they are lacking at the moment, because of their displacement, is a structured education. It is through education that we can hopefully prevent a repeat of this regretful situation.

With the Argent Mirror’s permission, I would like to propose a collaborative effort whereby we ask the Shining City’s citizens and residents to assist us in gathering appropriate supplies (books, writing materials, scientific instruments, maps etc.) and possibly even the necessary scholars and teachers. I would also suggest that, due to their proximity, we reach out to the Head teachers of both the Landing’s [[Wellington Home]] and [[Solhaven]]’s Triton Day School to assist us with the provision of these resources. I willingly offer my services to the Council in that regard.

I await the Mirror’s deliberation and have the honor to be her most humble and obedient servant.

High Lady Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l
Scrivener of [[Ta'Illistim]] and Patron of the Displaced
</pre>

Pulling her brush through her pale silver hair one last time, Rohese turned her attention to the outfit laid out on her bed. Her chambermaid had chosen a rather ostentatious gown, which might have been appropriate under different circumstances but today was not about making an impression; it was about making a difference.

The discussions over tea with the [[Argent Mirror]] this morning had the potential to change a lot of young lives. Her thoughts turned a little melancholy as she was reminded yet again of her inability to have children of her own but it made her all the more determined to see that others were cared for.

Returning the gown to the linen press, Rohese pulled out a plain white cotehardie and a modest surcote. ''Something less glamorous, I think''. Once dressed, she deftly gathered her hair into a loose top knot, skewering it with a pair of pearl-tipped driftwood hairsticks to keep it tidy, and draped a silk veil across her face. She had become accustomed to wearing the veil and smiled beneath it as she was reminded of her meeting last month with the Daughters of [[Lumnis]].

Stepping into the Solar, she picked up her journal from the desk but paused for a moment. No. ''It must come from the heart today and not my notes''. She replaced the journal and picked up the envelope containing several promissory notes instead. The generosity of the Vaalorian people had moved her. Lady Nihrvanah had worked tirelessly over the last few weeks to raise awareness in the fortress. Rohese would see that the funds raised during the [[Autumnal Glory Festival]], along with the personal donation of Mayor [[Cruxophim]], were forwarded the Loremasters to aid in their efforts. Word had also reached Rohese that educational resources were already being boxed and shipped west, which pleased her enormously.

She made her way downstairs to see a pile of book-filled boxes stacked by the door – along with a selection of rather dubious looking pies.

“I see Heartfire stopped by in the night,” she remarked to the maid clearing out the fireplace who simply laughed and nodded.

Rohese stepped outside into the autumn sunlight and breathed in the crisp clean air. With a final glance over her outfit, she headed out of the manse gate and made her way towards the [[Ta'Illistim]] Keep. Our work is just beginning.

====Tensions in the Bayvel-Timsh’l Household====
"I’m not happy about this, Rohese." Sighisoara furrowed his brow and leaned back in his chair with a heavy sigh.

Seeing how upset she had become, he rose and took both of her hands in his. In an attempt to reason with her, he adopted a more conciliatory tone.

"I appreciate why you have agreed to lead the delegation but you must surely understand my concern? You know that I am at a crucial stage in my research and cannot leave [[Ta’Illistim]] to accompany you."

Rohese nodded and regarded him with deep affection.

"I have to do this. Even if the [[Argent Mirror]] hadn’t requested it of me, I would have gone on my own volition. If you’d only seen those encampments for yourself ... and the children ..."

Her voice caught and she averted her gaze to avoid him seeing the tears welling in her eyes. Sensing defeat, Sighisoara exhaled. Lifting her chin with his finger, he stared pointedly at her.

"I will let you go on one condition," he reluctantly conceded. "You must stay with Lady Esana Lartuen-Ilynov at all times and send regular letters to let me know you are safe. The slightest hint of any hostility from those imperials and I will insist you return home immediately."

Rohese was somewhat taken aback by the seriousness of his manner; he had never raised any objections to her philanthropic work in the past but his stance on this matter had put her on edge. ''Perhaps it was folly. Was she being naïve in believing they could make a difference?''

"I will instruct the staff to prepare the Ebondrift house for you." Sighisoara continued, turning to sit back at his desk. Rohese rested her hand on his arm.

"No need, my love. Do not trouble them as Hospitallier [[Dirra]] has already sent word that she has secured chambers in the [[Solhaven]] Inn for us all.” In an effort to appease him, she quickly added, “I think it would be safer if we stayed together and under the protection of the [[Order of the Azure Sun]]."

Leaning in close to him, she kissed him tenderly on the cheek.

"I promise to be mindful and do nothing to put myself or members of my party in danger.” She sighed wistfully. “I wish you could come with us but I do understand."

In an effort to lighten the mood, Rohese added casually, "I would like to purchase a new piece of art before I leave though." Wrinkling her nose, she inwardly breathed a sigh of relief as she saw a grin break across her husband’s face.

"Whatever you wish, pixie," he chuckled, kissing her in return and seating himself back at his desk.

Rohese's thoughts turned to other more frivolous matters while she had the chance. ''Now to decide what to wear to the art exhibition''!

====One Step Forward====
The window seat afforded a perfect view of the Manse courtyard and Glydemar Forest beyond. Rohese read Puptilian's letter again and gazed out of the window at the oak trees. The blaze of autumnal color had now faded to a muted palette of brown and yellow as the remaining leaves clung tenaciously to the spindly boughs of the trees. Fall was surrendering to winter’s gentle incursion in the [[Elven Nations]] and her thoughts drifted to the encampments across the mountains.

Puptilian’s plea reminded her of the difficult journey she had undertaken through the northern baronies of the [[Turamzzyrian Empire]] and the privations she had witnessed for herself. That was earlier in the year though and winter was not usually so forgiving in the west. Harsh snows and freezing temperatures were likely to cause difficulties with supply runs. If the rumors of unnatural fog at sea and the looming threat of war in [[Wehnimer's Landing]] were also true, it would be the refugees that would suffer the most.

Rohese sighed. ''One step forward, two steps back''. Plans for the diplomatic visit to the Barony of [[Vornavis]] were well underway and, while she understood the need for protocol, she was eager to make a start. ''They need our help now, more than ever''!

Lady Riend Ar'Fiernel had made contact with Sir Cryheart Thaxin and Sir Bristenn Mires to serve as advocates in the Imperial Court. Rohese had since received word from Hospitallier Dirra Crawfinn that suites had been reserved for the party in the [[Solhaven]] Inn. First Legionnaire Esana Lartuen-Ilynov Vaalor had gained the Crown’s approval to represent House [[Vaalor]] and duly undertaken to commission training weapons. Crates around [[Ta'Illistim]] were being filled with donations of educational resources and other supplies. Wood was being gathered from nearby sources to be shipped west as soon as possible.

Turning her attention back to Puptilian’s letter, Rohese pondered his request. ''I will see that this is raised at the next roundtable with the [[Argent Mirror]]. In the meantime, I will speak to Siierra, she will know what to do''.

Leaving the comfort of the cushioned seat, she rose to her feet and placed the letter on the growing pile to be answered. The household was stirring and there were other chores to be done first.

====Poetry is the Raising of Consciousness====
Rohese ran her finger lovingly across the collection of books stacked neatly on the high shelf. Some were so old that the flimsy spines and covers were scarcely able to contain their precious contents and the titles were faded beyond recognition. ''It's here somewhere, I know it is''. She paused and pulled out a slim doeskin-covered grimoire entitled "Green Witchcraft". Quickly scanning the beautifully illustrated pages within, she smiled to herself. ''This might be of interest to Siierra and Puptilian''. Slipping the book into her pocket, she resumed her search.

Climbing higher on the stepladder, she reached up to the topmost shelf and retrieved a small silk-wrapped bundle. She gazed fondly at the small volume nestled in the palm of her hand and carefully opened it. It was one of her most prized possessions but she knew it would probably help with their cause. Stepping down, she sat on a nearby chair and took a moment to peruse a few passages of the ancient elvish prose. Time had certainly taken its toll on the book; the pale silvery text filling the tissue-thin pages within was barely legible but she couldn’t fail to be moved by the poetry of one of her most beloved Illistimi sister-elves.

Grand-daughter of [[Linsandrych Illistim]], [[Adonethwen Illistim]] was fourth in the dynastic line of [[Argent Mirror]]s and the reason Rohese had joined the [[Order of Lorekeepers]]. She was renowned for her poetry; most notably the sestina. ''Surely the Baron would appreciate the significance of this gift and the message it conveys?''

Closing the book, Rohese rose to her feet and glanced about her. She would miss the tranquility of her library but she couldn’t delay her journey any longer. Baron [[Dunrith Malwind]] had been made aware of their coming and, with the new year on the horizon, it was time to get back to work.

A few hours later ...

Rohese tucked the books into the folds of a velvet gown and closed the lid of her small trunk. Securing the buckles, she called for her chambermaid and gave her some last-minute instructions. Then, donning her longcoat, she stepped outside into the chilly, early morning air and headed west.

===Diplomacy===
Rohese climbed down from the wagon and handed over the last few silvers in her pocket as a thank you. With her hood up, she weaved her way through the crowds in the North Market and slipped unnoticed into the [[Solhaven]] Inn. She was weary and muddy from travelling but determined to do a few things before she could allow herself the luxury of taking a bath.

Closing the door on her well-appointed chambers with a sigh of relief, she shrugged her way out of her cloak and hung it on a nearby hook, noting that it was in need of a few repairs. I must seek out a reputable seamstress if I am to stay warm and dry this winter. She closed her eyes and shivered as she was reminded of the relentless rain and sleet she had encountered in the wilds over the last few days.

Despite the bad weather, the Lady Elviel had made her stay at the north [[Talador]] outpost very comfortable and she had enjoyed her company. Although slight in appearance, it was clear that the Sylvan leader of the settlement had an inner strength and was steadfast in her resolve to make a difference. Rohese was keen to do all she could to help too. They spoke at length about the problems faced on a daily basis in the area and Rohese shared her thoughts about the recent audience with the Baron. Before leaving at dawn that morning, Rohese embraced her warmly and reassured Elviel that the [[Argent Mirror]] was equally determined to lend her support. She promised to return soon – and hopefully not empty handed.

Seating herself at the small table in her room, Rohese reached for her much-loved stationery box and began writing a few brief letters. Applying her wax seal to the final envelope, she scanned the familiar names on them and hurried downstairs to catch the evening courier. She mulled over the content of the missives and hoped they would reach their respective destinations in time.

Content in the knowledge that she had done all she could for now, her thoughts finally turned to a bath, a bowl of broth, and perhaps some tea with Esana before bedtime.

===Dreaming===
(Silent Tears) 

Thick snowflakes swirled around her, obscuring her vision. Rohese pulled her fur-mantled coat tightly around her and pressed forward through the blizzard. She had no idea where she was going or who she was looking for but there was a sense of urgency in her search. It was bitterly cold and she was lost. She called out in the vain hope that someone would hear her cry for help but, whether it was a silent plea or her words were simply lost on the wind, she went unheard. Her desperate tears froze on her cheeks.

Surrounded by stacks of boxes and crates, Rohese felt overwhelmed by the generosity of the [[Elven Nations]]. She watched as each was opened by a group of [[Solhaven]] volunteers only to reveal that they were all empty. She stood in shock as they turned to face her, pointing accusatory fingers and making disparaging remarks. She opened her mouth to try and explain but no words were forthcoming. Feeling the walls close in on her, she did her best to hold back tears of humiliation.

Standing in the bottom of a shallow valley on the outskirts of the [[Talador]] Bleaklands, Rohese was surrounded by undulated piles of grey ash and skeletal arm-like boughs of fallen trees. Bathed in a shaft of golden sunlight, a lone tree stood in middle of the devastation, its low hanging branches laden with ripe fruit. Plucking a rosy red apple, Rohese bit into it but watched in horror as the apple turned black in her hand and her mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood. She screamed but no sound could be heard.

A barrage of images continued to assault her senses as if her memories were fighting for attention: the lifeless body of a little boy with dark brown eyes cradled in the arms of his grieving father faded to reveal her friend, Inula, standing in a room filled with candles. Reaching out to hug her, she disintegrated into a cloud of brightly colored feathers.

Rohese whimpered and stirred in her sleep. Sighisoara pulled her into his embrace and murmured, “Another bad dream, pixie?”

Rohese woke with a start and reached out for her husband, only to find the other side of her bed was cold and unoccupied.

She wept silent tears.

===Disappearance===
Rohese put the finishing touches to her painting and stepped back to scrutinize her work. She contemplated the bleak landscape portrayed on the canvas in grey oils and sighed. ''I wish Puptilian could see it, I think he would approve''. Reaching for the rag hanging on the side of her easel, she wiped her brush clean and placed it alongside the others in her paintbox. She was conscious of the time, knowing that she only had a few hours before dawn and her departure. ''No matter, I will see him soon enough anyway and I can tell him all about it''. Stifling a yawn, she carefully wrapped the canvas in linen and propped it against the small trunk at the foot of her bed.

Turning her attention to the trunk itself, she added the last few items she would need for her journey. It was still cold in the outlying regions of [[Talador]] and Rohese knew from experience that the camps had few of the home comforts she was used to. Laying her gown out ready for the morning, she climbed into bed and finally succumbed to her exhaustion.

It seemed like she was only asleep for a moment when the seagull squarks heralded a new day and pulled her from her reverie. Dawn had brought a sea mist with it, shrouding the buildings of the freeport in a damp silvery glow.

Dressed in a simple woollen cotehardie and fur-mantled coat, Rohese descended the staircase to the Inn’s main hall. She approached the front desk and greeted the Innkeeper politely before handing over the linen-wrapped canvas and several pristine white envelopes.

“Please see that these are delivered as soon as possible,” she said, followed by the brightest smile she could manage so early in the morning. “Especially the canvas,” she urged, “that needs to reach [[Cairnfang Manor]] for their Art Exhibit as a matter of urgency.”

The Innkeeper nodded and managed a half-hearted grin. He glanced down, noting that the three envelopes were addressed to [[Ta'Illistim]] and mentally counted the courier costs.

“This should cover the expense,” Rohese added, placing a pouch of coins into his hand, “and please keep my room for me as I hope to be back in a week or so.”

His grin widened somewhat when he felt its weight and quickly pocketed it with an agreeable nod.

A few hours later …

The wagon was making good time as it trundled northeastwards along the muddy trail. The snow had melted in exposed areas leaving water-filled ruts that caused it to lurch from side-to-side. A particularly deep pothole jolted Rohese from her daydream, almost causing her to drop the picture locket in her hand. She had been feeling homesick lately, despite her recent tea engagement with the Lady Sayilla Javilerre and brief visit to [[Ta'Vaalor]] for their spring festival.

Rohese had warmed to Sayilla from the outset and enjoyed her company. With Esana having returned east for a while, it was good to have other elven companionship but she was a reminder of the stark contrast between her life back in [[Ta'Illistim]] and her current destination.

With a sigh of resignation, Rohese glanced around and noticed that the young man sitting opposite was looking at her. She adjusted her hood to ensure her ears were covered and cautiously smiled at him. Quickly averting his eyes, he stared sheepishly at the trees lining their route. Then, with a furrowed brow, he leaned forward to peer into the dark forest beyond. Barely any light permeated the dense evergreen canopy. Rohese watched with trepidation as his hand moved slowly to rest on the dagger sheath at his belt.

With a loud yell, Rohese’s fellow passenger tried to warn the wagoneer as a group of bandits burst from the shadows with crossbows in hand. Realising they were in imminent danger, the young man grabbed Rohese and unceremoniously pulled her from her seat and the wagon. Without explanation, he dragged her away from the ambush and into the relative safety of the trees. In the confusion, she dropped her locket but continued to run as fast as she could; the ground was uneven and she was afraid of losing her footing.

A sharp pain suddenly bit deep into her shoulder causing her to cry out and stumble forward. Her landing was softened by the snow-covered loam of the forest floor but the weight of her savior falling on top of her was too much to bear. Rohese’s last recollection was a warm red stain seeping into the cold white carpet around her before everything went black.

[[Category: Essays]]

A Difficult Journey (short story)

2018-04-08T15:58:13Z

CHIVERST: /* Departure */

{{essay|title='''A Difficult Journey''' |author=[[Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l]]}}

First published on the 3rd day of Imaerasta in the year 5117

During an audience with the [[Argent Mirror]] in [[Koaratos]] 5117, Rohese was tasked with seeing if [[Ta'Illistim]] should consider extending further aid to those displaced in the west. This followed the [[Swan Song]] storyline based out of [[Solhaven]] in the wake of the destruction of [[Talador]] at the end of the [[Eyes of the Dawn]] storyline.

===Departure===
Rohese turned the iron key in [[Lily Manor]]'s front door and gave it a gentle tug to check it was locked. She dropped the key into the pocket of her pelisse and glanced around to ensure she was alone.

The birds were in full song, filling the courtyard with their melodic trills and heralding the start of a new day. The sun was just breaking over the horizon and she turned to watch its golden glow seep across the sky. She welcomed its warmth on her pale face. It had been a stressful few weeks and sleep had eluded her recently. The dark circles beneath her eyes were testament to how tired she felt. She had foregone rest again that night in order to write several letters, which now sat on her desk awaiting collection and despatch by her chambermaid.

With a deep breath, she firmed her resolve; the fresh morning air had invigorated her a little. ''The Mirror had asked this of her and she would not fail her sovereign''. Pulling her hood up to conceal her face - she would rather not be noticed and distracted from the task in hand - she made her way out of the gate and onto the road leading through the wooded Lower Trollfang. Following the course of the [[Locksmehr River]] and the high exterior walls of [[Wehnimer's Landing]], she slipped through the West Gate with a cursory nod to the sleepy guard and into the early morning bustle on the streets.

Reaching the southeast corner of the Town Square, she was relieved to see that a wagon was already waiting and she boarded it quickly. Apart from a couple of bruises, the journey to [[Bloodriven Village]] was without incident and she stepped out onto the muddy riverbank with the sun now high in the sky.

Lifting her skirts to avoid trailing them in the mud, she made her way carefully up and through the black iron gate. She weaved her way through the mid-morning crowds in Lyswe Court and past the buildings lining the cobbled streets. She was more determined than ever to escape notice today so she headed directly to her goal on Gloam Pike. The slipshod building was difficult to miss, it being painted in garish colours, and Rohese glanced warily around her before she entered.

A few minutes later, having acquired her purchase, she hung it around her neck and, with a nervous push, she activated it. It took all of her willpower not to scream out loud as the tiny hollow needles stabbed into her, suffusing her body with their noxious elixir. The pain was almost unbearable but it was soon over and she cautiously peered into her mirror.

<pre{{log2}}>
You see Lady [[Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l]] the Gentlewoman. 
She appears to be a Human from [[Kingdom of Hendor | Hendor]]. 
She is taller than average with a slender willowy form. She appears to be youthful. She has silver-lashed misty grey eyes and silky smooth, fair skin. She has lustrous, hip-length pale silver hair neatly collected within an umber alum-beaded snood. She has naturally glossy, rose-pink tinted lips. Peeking through her hair are dainty upswept ears tapering to fine points which enhance her fey-like countenance. 
She has an inking of a faint star constellation on her neck, and a cascade of tiny silver stars tattooed over her right eyebrow that fades into her hairline. 
She is in good shape. 
She is holding a silver-backed mirror etched with orbital moons in her right hand. 
She is wearing a metalworked withered tree talisman, a sleeveless pelisse of dove grey chamois collared in soft rabbit fur, a platinum wedding ring, a tall-collared onyx velvet bliaut with fur-lined hanging sleeves, and some tall cognac leather boots with perforated suede panels. 
</pre>

She was very aware that she was venturing into a troubled area of the Empire and was keen to avoid any issues. Despite recent developments, there were still those that upheld [[Chaston's Edict]] and wished ill on her kind. ''I will have to keep my hood up to avoid anyone seeing my ears but this illusion should help.''

Melting into the crowd, she made her way back down to the riverbank and the half-circle of wagons waiting there. ''Now to find a wagon to take me south''.

===Determination===
The wagon came to a halt in a sun-dappled clearing and the wagoner helped Rohese down. She was stiff from having spent the entire journey squashed between a rather stout, gruff-looking dwarf and a stack of awkwardly shaped crates filled with live poultry. She welcomed the chance to stretch her legs and breathe freely.

This was the first camp she had encountered. It was only a few hours ride from [[Bloodriven Village]] and was fairly small. It appeared to be a recent addition to the wooded area with only twenty or so tents erected around a crudely built, squat wooden building and a couple of fishing boats tied up at a makeshift dock on the nearby riverbank.

It was late afternoon and Rohese didn’t relish the prospect of another uncomfortable journey that day so she made her way over to the building to make enquiries about a place to sleep.

The timber-framed structure was simple in construction having only two storeys and a couple of partitioned rooms. It seemed to serve as a communal hall and inn of sorts. Rohese was pleasantly surprised at the comforts it afforded though; her room was basic but clean and the meal of freshly caught fish served that evening was delicious. She spent a pleasant hour conversing with some of the tent dwellers and learned that they were effectively the overspill from a much larger camp further along the river. They had decided to venture north and set up a quieter community of their own.

The stories they told of their loss were heartbreaking but Rohese’s spirits were uplifted a little by their optimism and desire to make the best of their circumstances. She listened to them share their recollection of the events that had unfolded in [[Talador]]: how they were forced to leave their homes with nothing but the clothes on their backs during the conflict and the countless thousands that had died in the blast that destroyed the Barony.

Some recounted the difficulties of the cold winter months they had endured in the early settlements with little to eat until the supply wagons started to arrive. Others spoke of the kindness they had personally received from the Lady [[Kasendra Chandrennin]]. They were keen to add that their dearest wish was to return home, even if that meant starting all over again in the Bleaklands. Rohese felt powerless to help them; all she could do was reassure them that, one day, it might be possible.

She cried herself to sleep that night but at least she slept; exhaustion had finally caught up with her.

The following morning, she reluctantly boarded the wagon again, this time accompanied by a mother and her two young children. The forlorn looking woman had spent the last six months travelling from camp to camp in the hope that her soldier husband had somehow escaped the atrocities and made his way to safety. As they made their way along the [[Locksmehr River]] trail, Rohese took the elder child and sat him in her lap whilst the mother nursed the baby. ''At last, something practical that I can do to help''.

===Decision===
It hadn’t stopped raining for three days but Rohese was relieved to see that it had at least reduced to a drizzle when she awoke that morning. Somewhat refreshed from her sleep and with her features still masked beneath the illusion, she ventured outside into the crowded camp.

There was a definite autumnal feeling in the air with the smell of loam and wood smoke filling her nostrils. The rain had made the ground muddy and treacherous underfoot but she picked her way carefully around the worst of the puddles and wheel ruts.

Lately she had been struck by the contrast of her time in the refugee camps and the glamour of recent weeks. Fashion Week had been a wonderful interlude but there was no escaping the harsh realities of life outside of cocktail parties and elegant balls. This brief sojourn into the imperial wilderness was a stark reminder that there was no place for silk gowns here.

At first glance the encampment seemed to be a bleak and dreary place but as the sun finally broke through the clouds and hoods were removed, Rohese could see the genuine smiles on people’s faces as they went about their business. The sound of nearby laughter caught her attention and she stepped aside just in time to see a gaggle of geese cross her path, honking and hinking as they tried to elude their keeper.

Her momentary pause was all the more fortuitous because just as Rohese was about to turn away, she overheard a snippet of conversation in which a familiar name was mentioned.

“See that they reach Puptilian, he has been waiting for these supplies.” Two guards walked past, paying no attention to Rohese standing in the doorway. “There’s another shipment on its way from the Free Port but the recent bad weather has delayed it.”

Rohese’s hand instinctively went to the talisman around her neck. She felt her illusion falter for a moment but with a gentle tug, it settled back into its genteel human countenance. Wrapping the fingers of her other hand around the soft leather pouch in her pocket, she smiled. ''Puptilian would understand why I need to do this.''

The guards continued their conversation as they headed towards the nearby watch tower. Once they were out of earshot, Rohese stepped into the Keep and up the narrow staircase to a small chamber on the first floor. She was due to meet with the [[Talador#Green_Sisters | Green Sisters]] and finalise arrangements for her journey into the Bleaklands.

===Despair===
The landscape had changed markedly in the last hour. The air was no longer filled with the sound of birdsong or the whisper of wind through the trees. A gloomy silence now hung around them, along with the lingering smell of acrid smoke.

Earlier that morning, Rohese had passed fields filled with crops ready for harvesting and orchards of trees laden with fruit ripe for picking. Her spirits had been lifted by a feeling of hope for the future. But this? This was too much to bear: a wasteland as far as the eye could see. An occasional breeze stirred the dust covering the scorched black earth, causing eddies of choking grey ash to rise and fall around them.

Kasendra’s encampment felt like a lifetime away from the devastation now laid out before her. The thousands of displaced people who had fled the horror had found refuge in the many camps scattered throughout the war-ravaged provinces east of Vornavis. They had made a start on rebuilding their lives but [[Talador]] was still their home. With the help of the [[Talador#Green Sisters | Green Sisters]], perhaps it would one day be possible to return but, faced with this reality, it seemed like a distant dream.

One of the Sisters reached over and gently squeezed Rohese’s hand. Her eyes spoke volumes and it alleviated Rohese’s despair a little. Despite her youth, the young girl that had befriended Rohese back in the camp was both kind and astute. They had talked a lot over the last couple of days and Rohese had confided in her about her true identity. Her name was Tyrie and she had spent the last six months travelling back and forth between the camps and the Bleaklands, in an attempt to restore some life to the once lush Barony. [[Talador]] had been her childhood home and, despite her perpetual smile, it was clear that she was still moved by the events of last year.

The wagon eventually came to a halt at the bottom of a shallow valley just as drops of rain started to fall from the dark clouds overhead. Remnants of an ancient oak wood were visible through the undulating piles of ash with skeletal arm-like boughs of fallen trees reaching upwards. A sepulchral silence pervaded the area where the trees no longer stood. Nothing stirred, nothing sang, and nothing shone.

Rohese climbed down and joined the Sisters as they began to clear an area of ground. They worked steadily for a few hours to lift away the debris, not letting the sporadic rain showers hinder their progress. Beneath a pile of charred and broken wood, they found a small patch of sickly yellow grass. Turning their attention to the only sign of life in that whole area, they tended it with water and herbal nutrients. Rohese knew this was the spot she had been looking for.

Taking care not to damage the grass, she knelt on the ground and reached inside her pelisse for the soft leather pouch. She loosened the drawstring to reveal a handful of wrinkled brown acorns. Prior to embarking on this journey, Rohese had made a point of collecting acorns from both the [[House Sylvanfair | Sylvanfair]] tree in [[Wehnimer's Landing]] and the Oak Grove surrounding the [[Ta'Illistim]] Manse. It seemed only fitting to plant them here.

Bringing them to her lips, she reverently kissed each in turn before gently pushing them into the damp, grassy earth. Sister Tyrie joined her and together they said a prayer over the planted seeds. A single tear tracked down Rohese’s dirt-smudged cheek and landed on the hallowed ground. The clouds parted for the first time that day and a pale yellow sun could be seen hanging low in the sky. ''Perhaps [[Lumnis]] and [[Imaera]] had heard their prayer and would bless this ground with a new woodland in the years to come.''

Tyrie and Rohese rose to their feet and wordlessly hugged each other. Tyrie was still smiling and it was Rohese’s turn to do the same.

===Dawning===
Dawn had always been her favourite time of day; it heralded new beginnings. Rohese sat on the grassy hillside to watch the sun rise and allowed her thoughts to wander. The golden wash of sunshine broke over the misty horizon and flooded the meadow below with its nourishing warmth. As the burgeoning light crept towards her, she felt refreshed and invigorated. ''I wonder what joys and sorrows today has in store for me?''

Rising to her feet, Rohese straightened her gown. She barely noticed the creases, grass stains, and damp patches anymore. A couple of weeks ago, she would have been horrified at the thought of such shabby attire but it didn’t seem to matter somehow. With a beatific smile, she walked back into the encampment and acknowledged the kind greeting of the gate guards. She had become a familiar face now and, whilst she still missed home, she no longer felt bereft of friends.

She hadn't taken more than a dozen steps through the gate when she was met by a courier. Handing over a folded sheet of matte black paper, he darted away to make another delivery. Rohese opened the letter and wrinkled her nose as a faint scent of manure wafted up from its surface.

Holding the offending sheet as far away from her nose as possible, she quickly scanned the neat lines of text and smiled to herself. Heartfire had clearly found someone to read her letter and duly scribe a response for him. Naamit had cleverly squeezed his rather long dictated reply into every available space and had even managed to capture his little endearing nuances. ''Pick up some kitten pie from the [[Pie Shop]], indeed''.

Just as she folded the letter and tucked it into her pocket, she felt a gentle tug at her skirts and looked down into a pair of familiar brown eyes. It was the little boy she had held on her lap during the initial wagon journey to the camp. A grubby hand reached up to take hers and led her over to a nearby cluster of tents. Following the child with amused curiosity, she discovered his mother seated on a low stool, in the process of milking a goat. Standing next to her was a dark-complected man with the same brown eyes and a baby in his arms.

“Da-da!” The little boy beamed brightly at Rohese, and pointed towards the man who chuckled and nodded. “Yes, son, “I’m your da-da,” he replied, ruffling the little boy’s hair.

Rohese was invited to break bread with the family but politely declined. Despite everything she had experienced lately, she still kept to her daytime fasting regime. She did, however, accept a cup of the freshly drawn goat’s milk and sat with them whilst they joyfully recounted the story of their long-awaited reunion.

Amid all of the joviality, however, Rohese noticed that the little boy kept tugging roughly at the slightly pointed tip of his ear. Pulling him into her lap, she asked him why he was deliberately hurting himself. As the tears welled up in the little boy’s eyes, his father pushed back his black hair, tucking it behind a sharply pointed ear, and Rohese understood.

“Are you teased because of your ears?” she gently asked the little boy, who nodded and tugged angrily at them once more.

“Shall I let you into a secret?” she whispered quietly to him and he nodded again.

Rohese pulled at her talisman, causing the illusion around her to drop, and pushed back the hood of her pelisse to reveal the fine points of her own ears peeking through her pale silver hair. The little boys eyes widened and he reached up to touch them. Flinging his arms around her neck, he kissed her cheek and, with a wide grin, he squirmed out of her lap to join a group of boys who were chasing a plump of ducks. Both parents simply smiled at her and poured more milk into her cup. This humble gesture was enough to reassure Rohese that, no matter what, she was welcome amongst them.

Sipping her milk, she watched the merriment of the children at play and thought about Heartfire having to seek help to read and write. It suddenly dawned on her. Now she knew how she could make a difference. The children were the future and the one thing she understood, more than anything else, was the importance of education; as did her beloved [[Argent Mirror]]. She was suddenly excited about all of the opportunities that were now before her. She had so many ideas tumbling around in her head about how she could take this forward. It would be asking a lot of people at home but she had faith in their desire to help too. ''Today was a joyous day.''

===Daughter===
The light sound of knocking at the door broke Rohese’s meditation. She rose to her feet to open it and was greeted by Tyrie who was smiling widely even as she apologised profusely for having disturbed her.

“Come with me! There’s someone I’d like you to meet,” she announced, leading Rohese eagerly down the narrow stairs.

Wending their way past the clusters of tents, wagons, and animal pens, Tyrie guided her towards a large cream pavilion on the outskirts of the encampment and ducked through the flap.

Despite it being mid-morning, the interior was illuminated by an array of beeswax candles and the air carried the scent of honey and chamomile. Rohese breathed deeply of the familiar aroma and immediately felt calmed; it reminded her of the [[Library Aies]] back in [[Ta'Illistim]] with its dimly-lit hallways and beeswax polished wood panelling.

Standing at a nearby table, with her back to them both, was a strikingly tall woman dressed in a hooded cloak of vibrantly coloured feathers. Hearing Tyrie and Rohese enter, she turned and walked towards them. Taking both of Rohese’s hands in her own, she bent to rest her forehead on them by way of a greeting.

“I am so pleased to meet you,” she remarked quietly, pushing her hood back to reveal a shock of white hair cut close to her head. “Tyrie has told me so much about you.” The lower portion of her face was concealed by a swathe of white silk but her blue eyes reflected a warm smile and a friendly disposition.

Rohese was rather taken aback but Tyrie was quick to explain that Inula was one of the [[Orders of the Turamzzyrian_Empire#The Daughters of Lumnis | Daughters of Lumnis]]. On hearing about Rohese and her plans, she had requested to meet with her.

“You two have a lot to talk about, I’m sure!” Tyrie declared, kissing both women on the cheek and disappearing back through the flap. Inula laughed lightly and gestured to Rohese to sit.

It was dusk by the time Tyrie returned to find the two women still engaged in conversation and surrounded by a pile of open books and empty teacups.

“I’ve arranged for the wagon to take you to [[Vornavis]] in the morning, as requested,” Tyrie said to Rohese, who rose to her feet and nodded in appreciation.

With no word of explanation, Inula offered Rohese a length of airy white silk, similar to her own, and pressed it affectionately into her hands. Rohese closed her eyes for a moment and, making a silent vow to Lumnis, she fixed the veil across the lower part of her face. ''It was time to get to work. It was time to go home''.

===Devotion===
Rohese stepped through the door of the [[Lumnis]]’ Temple and into the comforting glow of the sconces lining the walls of the Hall of Light. Breathing a sigh of relief, she pushed back her hood and removed the white silk veil from her face. Her measured footfall was muffled by the plush woven rugs covering the marble floor as she made her way purposefully towards the gilded spiral staircase and ascended it.

Continuing past the Pool of Thought, Rohese avoided the temptation to admire the artistry of the ceiling and entered the rotunda at the far end. The Sanctuary of the Journey was one of the most beautiful chambers in the Temple so this time she allowed herself a moment to pause and appreciate the frieze on the entablature overhead. It depicted a journey of trials, sorrows and victories; all the more poignant since her own recent difficult journey.

As well as the impressive architectural sculptures, the chamber also housed a stone altar. Rohese slowly climbed the blue marble steps, mouthing a prayer of blessing for the displaced people of [[Talador]] with each footstep. Reaching the Altar of Illumination, she lit a pale ivory chamomile candle and placed it reverently among the votives. The flame flickered slightly on a small draft but steadied to illuminate the shadows with its soft golden glow. To the side, a shallow granite bowl, filled with smoldering sandalwood embers, emitted curling tendrils of perfumed smoke into the air.

Rohese inhaled deeply and felt at peace for the first time in weeks. The combination of a good night’s sleep in her Ebondrift marital bed and the bracing sea air of the Free Port had helped but, most of all, she was just happy to be back in the hallowed halls of her Lady’s Temple.

''Help me to walk in your light and live my life with wisdom and understanding''. With a final benediction, Rohese clasped her hands in a reverent gesture and headed back down the stairs. Stepping into the [[Solhaven]] sunlight, she fixed the white silk veil back across her mouth and began the last stage of her journey; the one that would finally take her home to [[Ta'Illistim]].

===Deliberation===
<pre{{log2}}>
Letter to the Argent Mirror
Posted 25th September

Inside a stiff white envelope are two sheets of faintly watermarked vellum, each bearing the Bayvel family crest.

Lord Aeriadrn Ghaeriden Illistim
Office of the Seneschal
Ta’Illistim Keep
25th day of Imaerasta, in the year 5117

Seneschal,

I was charged by our illustrious [[Argent Mirror]] to look into the possibility of extending further aid to those still displaced in the west. I have therefore spent the last few weeks visiting encampments and trading posts established around the northern regions of the [[Turamzzyrian Empire]].

I took the opportunity to live among the camp communities and spoke with members of the religious organizations endeavoring to restore life to the former Barony of [[Talador]]. I am relieved to report that, due to the generosity of many benefactors and fortitude of the refugees, most of their needs are being met. Preparations are well underway for the winter: supplies continue to be forthcoming from the imperial provinces and this year’s harvest looks to be bountiful.

I also visited the haunting wasteland, referred to as the Bleaklands, and witnessed for myself the devastation unleashed upon the territory. Words cannot begin to explain what I saw but work is underway to heal the land; optimism prevails and I believe it will endure.

Whilst I do not deem further aid in terms of provisions to be necessary at this time, I do have a proposal for the Council of Thrones to consider. It is my belief that the children are the ones who suffer most from the deeds of their ancestors; they are the future of the Empire and one thing they are lacking at the moment, because of their displacement, is a structured education. It is through education that we can hopefully prevent a repeat of this regretful situation.

With the Argent Mirror’s permission, I would like to propose a collaborative effort whereby we ask the Shining City’s citizens and residents to assist us in gathering appropriate supplies (books, writing materials, scientific instruments, maps etc.) and possibly even the necessary scholars and teachers. I would also suggest that, due to their proximity, we reach out to the Head teachers of both the Landing’s [[Wellington Home]] and [[Solhaven]]’s Triton Day School to assist us with the provision of these resources. I willingly offer my services to the Council in that regard.

I await the Mirror’s deliberation and have the honor to be her most humble and obedient servant.

High Lady Rohese Bayvel-Timsh'l
Scrivener of [[Ta'Illistim]] and Patron of the Displaced
</pre>

Pulling her brush through her pale silver hair one last time, Rohese turned her attention to the outfit laid out on her bed. Her chambermaid had chosen a rather ostentatious gown, which might have been appropriate under different circumstances but today was not about making an impression; it was about making a difference.

The discussions over tea with the [[Argent Mirror]] this morning had the potential to change a lot of young lives. Her thoughts turned a little melancholy as she was reminded yet again of her inability to have children of her own but it made her all the more determined to see that others were cared for.

Returning the gown to the linen press, Rohese pulled out a plain white cotehardie and a modest surcote. ''Something less glamorous, I think''. Once dressed, she deftly gathered her hair into a loose top knot, skewering it with a pair of pearl-tipped driftwood hairsticks to keep it tidy, and draped a silk veil across her face. She had become accustomed to wearing the veil and smiled beneath it as she was reminded of her meeting last month with the Daughters of [[Lumnis]].

Stepping into the Solar, she picked up her journal from the desk but paused for a moment. No. ''It must come from the heart today and not my notes''. She replaced the journal and picked up the envelope containing several promissory notes instead. The generosity of the Vaalorian people had moved her. Lady Nihrvanah had worked tirelessly over the last few weeks to raise awareness in the fortress. Rohese would see that the funds raised during the [[Autumnal Glory Festival]], along with the personal donation of Mayor [[Cruxophim]], were forwarded the Loremasters to aid in their efforts. Word had also reached Rohese that educational resources were already being boxed and shipped west, which pleased her enormously.

She made her way downstairs to see a pile of book-filled boxes stacked by the door – along with a selection of rather dubious looking pies.

“I see Heartfire stopped by in the night,” she remarked to the maid clearing out the fireplace who simply laughed and nodded.

Rohese stepped outside into the autumn sunlight and breathed in the crisp clean air. With a final glance over her outfit, she headed out of the manse gate and made her way towards the [[Ta'Illistim]] Keep. Our work is just beginning.

====Tensions in the Bayvel-Timsh’l Household====
"I’m not happy about this, Rohese." Sighisoara furrowed his brow and leaned back in his chair with a heavy sigh.

Seeing how upset she had become, he rose and took both of her hands in his. In an attempt to reason with her, he adopted a more conciliatory tone.

"I appreciate why you have agreed to lead the delegation but you must surely understand my concern? You know that I am at a crucial stage in my research and cannot leave [[Ta’Illistim]] to accompany you."

Rohese nodded and regarded him with deep affection.

"I have to do this. Even if the [[Argent Mirror]] hadn’t requested it of me, I would have gone on my own volition. If you’d only seen those encampments for yourself ... and the children ..."

Her voice caught and she averted her gaze to avoid him seeing the tears welling in her eyes. Sensing defeat, Sighisoara exhaled. Lifting her chin with his finger, he stared pointedly at her.

"I will let you go on one condition," he reluctantly conceded. "You must stay with Lady Esana Lartuen-Ilynov at all times and send regular letters to let me know you are safe. The slightest hint of any hostility from those imperials and I will insist you return home immediately."

Rohese was somewhat taken aback by the seriousness of his manner; he had never raised any objections to her philanthropic work in the past but his stance on this matter had put her on edge. ''Perhaps it was folly. Was she being naïve in believing they could make a difference?''

"I will instruct the staff to prepare the Ebondrift house for you." Sighisoara continued, turning to sit back at his desk. Rohese rested her hand on his arm.

"No need, my love. Do not trouble them as Hospitallier [[Dirra]] has already sent word that she has secured chambers in the [[Solhaven]] Inn for us all.” In an effort to appease him, she quickly added, “I think it would be safer if we stayed together and under the protection of the [[Order of the Azure Sun]]."

Leaning in close to him, she kissed him tenderly on the cheek.

"I promise to be mindful and do nothing to put myself or members of my party in danger.” She sighed wistfully. “I wish you could come with us but I do understand."

In an effort to lighten the mood, Rohese added casually, "I would like to purchase a new piece of art before I leave though." Wrinkling her nose, she inwardly breathed a sigh of relief as she saw a grin break across her husband’s face.

"Whatever you wish, pixie," he chuckled, kissing her in return and seating himself back at his desk.

Rohese's thoughts turned to other more frivolous matters while she had the chance. ''Now to decide what to wear to the art exhibition''!

====One Step Forward====
The window seat afforded a perfect view of the Manse courtyard and Glydemar Forest beyond. Rohese read Puptilian's letter again and gazed out of the window at the oak trees. The blaze of autumnal color had now faded to a muted palette of brown and yellow as the remaining leaves clung tenaciously to the spindly boughs of the trees. Fall was surrendering to winter’s gentle incursion in the [[Elven Nations]] and her thoughts drifted to the encampments across the mountains.

Puptilian’s plea reminded her of the difficult journey she had undertaken through the northern baronies of the [[Turamzzyrian Empire]] and the privations she had witnessed for herself. That was earlier in the year though and winter was not usually so forgiving in the west. Harsh snows and freezing temperatures were likely to cause difficulties with supply runs. If the rumors of unnatural fog at sea and the looming threat of war in [[Wehnimer's Landing]] were also true, it would be the refugees that would suffer the most.

Rohese sighed. ''One step forward, two steps back''. Plans for the diplomatic visit to the Barony of [[Vornavis]] were well underway and, while she understood the need for protocol, she was eager to make a start. ''They need our help now, more than ever''!

Lady Riend Ar'Fiernel had made contact with Sir Cryheart Thaxin and Sir Bristenn Mires to serve as advocates in the Imperial Court. Rohese had since received word from Hospitallier Dirra Crawfinn that suites had been reserved for the party in the [[Solhaven]] Inn. First Legionnaire Esana Lartuen-Ilynov Vaalor had gained the Crown’s approval to represent House [[Vaalor]] and duly undertaken to commission training weapons. Crates around [[Ta'Illistim]] were being filled with donations of educational resources and other supplies. Wood was being gathered from nearby sources to be shipped west as soon as possible.

Turning her attention back to Puptilian’s letter, Rohese pondered his request. ''I will see that this is raised at the next roundtable with the [[Argent Mirror]]. In the meantime, I will speak to Siierra, she will know what to do''.

Leaving the comfort of the cushioned seat, she rose to her feet and placed the letter on the growing pile to be answered. The household was stirring and there were other chores to be done first.

====Poetry is the Raising of Consciousness====
Rohese ran her finger lovingly across the collection of books stacked neatly on the high shelf. Some were so old that the flimsy spines and covers were scarcely able to contain their precious contents and the titles were faded beyond recognition. ''It's here somewhere, I know it is''. She paused and pulled out a slim doeskin-covered grimoire entitled "Green Witchcraft". Quickly scanning the beautifully illustrated pages within, she smiled to herself. ''This might be of interest to Siierra and Puptilian''. Slipping the book into her pocket, she resumed her search.

Climbing higher on the stepladder, she reached up to the topmost shelf and retrieved a small silk-wrapped bundle. She gazed fondly at the small volume nestled in the palm of her hand and carefully opened it. It was one of her most prized possessions but she knew it would probably help with their cause. Stepping down, she sat on a nearby chair and took a moment to peruse a few passages of the ancient elvish prose. Time had certainly taken its toll on the book; the pale silvery text filling the tissue-thin pages within was barely legible but she couldn’t fail to be moved by the poetry of one of her most beloved Illistimi sister-elves.

Grand-daughter of [[Linsandrych Illistim]], [[Adonethwen Illistim]] was fourth in the dynastic line of [[Argent Mirror]]s and the reason Rohese had joined the [[Order of Lorekeepers]]. She was renowned for her poetry; most notably the sestina. ''Surely the Baron would appreciate the significance of this gift and the message it conveys?''

Closing the book, Rohese rose to her feet and glanced about her. She would miss the tranquility of her library but she couldn’t delay her journey any longer. Baron [[Dunrith Malwind]] had been made aware of their coming and, with the new year on the horizon, it was time to get back to work.

A few hours later ...

Rohese tucked the books into the folds of a velvet gown and closed the lid of her small trunk. Securing the buckles, she called for her chambermaid and gave her some last-minute instructions. Then, donning her longcoat, she stepped outside into the chilly, early morning air and headed west.

===Diplomacy===
Rohese climbed down from the wagon and handed over the last few silvers in her pocket as a thank you. With her hood up, she weaved her way through the crowds in the North Market and slipped unnoticed into the [[Solhaven]] Inn. She was weary and muddy from travelling but determined to do a few things before she could allow herself the luxury of taking a bath.

Closing the door on her well-appointed chambers with a sigh of relief, she shrugged her way out of her cloak and hung it on a nearby hook, noting that it was in need of a few repairs. I must seek out a reputable seamstress if I am to stay warm and dry this winter. She closed her eyes and shivered as she was reminded of the relentless rain and sleet she had encountered in the wilds over the last few days.

Despite the bad weather, the Lady Elviel had made her stay at the north [[Talador]] outpost very comfortable and she had enjoyed her company. Although slight in appearance, it was clear that the Sylvan leader of the settlement had an inner strength and was steadfast in her resolve to make a difference. Rohese was keen to do all she could to help too. They spoke at length about the problems faced on a daily basis in the area and Rohese shared her thoughts about the recent audience with the Baron. Before leaving at dawn that morning, Rohese embraced her warmly and reassured Elviel that the [[Argent Mirror]] was equally determined to lend her support. She promised to return soon – and hopefully not empty handed.

Seating herself at the small table in her room, Rohese reached for her much-loved stationery box and began writing a few brief letters. Applying her wax seal to the final envelope, she scanned the familiar names on them and hurried downstairs to catch the evening courier. She mulled over the content of the missives and hoped they would reach their respective destinations in time.

Content in the knowledge that she had done all she could for now, her thoughts finally turned to a bath, a bowl of broth, and perhaps some tea with Esana before bedtime.

===Dreaming===
(Silent Tears) 

Thick snowflakes swirled around her, obscuring her vision. Rohese pulled her fur-mantled coat tightly around her and pressed forward through the blizzard. She had no idea where she was going or who she was looking for but there was a sense of urgency in her search. It was bitterly cold and she was lost. She called out in the vain hope that someone would hear her cry for help but, whether it was a silent plea or her words were simply lost on the wind, she went unheard. Her desperate tears froze on her cheeks.

Surrounded by stacks of boxes and crates, Rohese felt overwhelmed by the generosity of the [[Elven Nations]]. She watched as each was opened by a group of [[Solhaven]] volunteers only to reveal that they were all empty. She stood in shock as they turned to face her, pointing accusatory fingers and making disparaging remarks. She opened her mouth to try and explain but no words were forthcoming. Feeling the walls close in on her, she did her best to hold back tears of humiliation.

Standing in the bottom of a shallow valley on the outskirts of the [[Talador]] Bleaklands, Rohese was surrounded by undulated piles of grey ash and skeletal arm-like boughs of fallen trees. Bathed in a shaft of golden sunlight, a lone tree stood in middle of the devastation, its low hanging branches laden with ripe fruit. Plucking a rosy red apple, Rohese bit into it but watched in horror as the apple turned black in her hand and her mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood. She screamed but no sound could be heard.

A barrage of images continued to assault her senses as if her memories were fighting for attention: the lifeless body of a little boy with dark brown eyes cradled in the arms of his grieving father faded to reveal her friend, Inula, standing in a room filled with candles. Reaching out to hug her, she disintegrated into a cloud of brightly colored feathers.

Rohese whimpered and stirred in her sleep. Sighisoara pulled her into his embrace and murmured, “Another bad dream, pixie?”

Rohese woke with a start and reached out for her husband, only to find the other side of her bed was cold and unoccupied.

She wept silent tears.

===Disappearance===
Rohese put the finishing touches to her painting and stepped back to scrutinize her work. She contemplated the bleak landscape portrayed on the canvas in grey oils and sighed. ''I wish Puptilian could see it, I think he would approve''. Reaching for the rag hanging on the side of her easel, she wiped her brush clean and placed it alongside the others in her paintbox. She was conscious of the time, knowing that she only had a few hours before dawn and her departure. ''No matter, I will see him soon enough anyway and I can tell him all about it''. Stifling a yawn, she carefully wrapped the canvas in linen and propped it against the small trunk at the foot of her bed.

Turning her attention to the trunk itself, she added the last few items she would need for her journey. It was still cold in the outlying regions of [[Talador]] and Rohese knew from experience that the camps had few of the home comforts she was used to. Laying her gown out ready for the morning, she climbed into bed and finally succumbed to her exhaustion.

It seemed like she was only asleep for a moment when the seagull squarks heralded a new day and pulled her from her reverie. Dawn had brought a sea mist with it, shrouding the buildings of the freeport in a damp silvery glow.

Dressed in a simple woollen cotehardie and fur-mantled coat, Rohese descended the staircase to the Inn’s main hall. She approached the front desk and greeted the Innkeeper politely before handing over the linen-wrapped canvas and several pristine white envelopes.

“Please see that these are delivered as soon as possible,” she said, followed by the brightest smile she could manage so early in the morning. “Especially the canvas,” she urged, “that needs to reach [[Cairnfang Manor]] for their Art Exhibit as a matter of urgency.”

The Innkeeper nodded and managed a half-hearted grin. He glanced down, noting that the three envelopes were addressed to [[Ta'Illistim]] and mentally counted the courier costs.

“This should cover the expense,” Rohese added, placing a pouch of coins into his hand, “and please keep my room for me as I hope to be back in a week or so.”

His grin widened somewhat when he felt its weight and quickly pocketed it with an agreeable nod.

A few hours later …

The wagon was making good time as it trundled northeastwards along the muddy trail. The snow had melted in exposed areas leaving water-filled ruts that caused it to lurch from side-to-side. A particularly deep pothole jolted Rohese from her daydream, almost causing her to drop the picture locket in her hand. She had been feeling homesick lately, despite her recent tea engagement with the Lady Sayilla Javilerre and brief visit to [[Ta'Vaalor]] for their spring festival.

Rohese had warmed to Sayilla from the outset and enjoyed her company. With Esana having returned east for a while, it was good to have other elven companionship but she was a reminder of the stark contrast between her life back in [[Ta'Illistim]] and her current destination.

With a sigh of resignation, Rohese glanced around and noticed that the young man sitting opposite was looking at her. She adjusted her hood to ensure her ears were covered and cautiously smiled at him. Quickly averting his eyes, he stared sheepishly at the trees lining their route. Then, with a furrowed brow, he leaned forward to peer into the dark forest beyond. Barely any light permeated the dense evergreen canopy. Rohese watched with trepidation as his hand moved slowly to rest on the dagger sheath at his belt.

With a loud yell, Rohese’s fellow passenger tried to warn the wagoneer as a group of bandits burst from the shadows with crossbows in hand. Realising they were in imminent danger, the young man grabbed Rohese and unceremoniously pulled her from her seat and the wagon. Without explanation, he dragged her away from the ambush and into the relative safety of the trees. In the confusion, she dropped her locket but continued to run as fast as she could; the ground was uneven and she was afraid of losing her footing.

A sharp pain suddenly bit deep into her shoulder causing her to cry out and stumble forward. Her landing was softened by the snow-covered loam of the forest floor but the weight of her savior falling on top of her was too much to bear. Rohese’s last recollection was a warm red stain seeping into the cold white carpet around her before everything went black.

[[Category: Essays]]