Worlde Arcane: <img border=0 src=http://worldearcane.com/discus/badges/Area-City.jpg height=20 width=20 align=absmiddle> Nevild

Nevild is the only western port in all the Kingdom of Tenara. It is relatively new, but already thriving as Tenara's main seaport. It has fortified sea defenses in case of attack. Two large vessels operate out of this port - the Defiance and the BroadRifle.

The Rusty Hook Inn & Pub July 16, 2010 - 9:25 pm

Nature's Healings February 13, 2007 - 6:17 am

The Garment District July 28, 2003 - 4:13 pm

The Royal Villa July 28, 2003 - 4:16 pm

The Docks May 30, 2007 - 1:41 pm

Offices of the Regeancy and Naval Command February 15, 2007 - 9:55 am

Main Street October 13, 2008 - 5:07 pm

Refuge Camp March 29, 2005 - 6:10 pm

Some distance off the Nevild coast... January 10, 2006 - 2:53 am

By Anonymous

Monday, June 21, 2004 - 9:19 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

It was getting late and the messenger was tired but he had a job to do so he pressed on.

OOC the docks

By Saelyn Aura Tenure (Saelyn)

Wednesday, May 4, 2005 - 2:02 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(OOC: From docks)

Saelyn kept her cloak tightly around her as she made her way through the town. It seemed relativiley quiet; a big difference from Grayhaven. She wandered the streets until she found what she was looking for, then made a beeline for it.

(OOC: to the Rusty Hook Inn and Pub)

By Admiral Kemper of the HRRN (Kemper)

Tuesday, January 3, 2006 - 7:34 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

[ooc: from the West Road]

It was nearly supper time when Kemper passed the through the threshold of the city. Most citizens walking the streets offered a quick cheer and a sprightly wave at the dwarf, welcoming him home from Caradon.

Kemper waved back and laughed out loud with joy, finally happy to be back in his own town.

[ooc: to the streets]

By Bearer of the Mark - the Sacrifice to Evil (Daeth)

Monday, January 23, 2006 - 4:50 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(Ooc: From - Some distance off the Nevild Coast)

After a walk that probably was shorter than it seemed, Daeth could begin to see the outline of Nevild sharpen and take form. The first thing that he noticed was the naval fortifications which rose from the harbour district in an impressive display. There were look-out towers and a few ballistas, as well as some sort of pulley system on a large wheel that he could just make out. Like most harbours, a chill, wraith-like fog was creeping over the glistening waters.

The rest of the city, however, did not seem to match up - in the dark angel's none-so-humble opinion, of course - to its port side. To be honest, when Daeth strode forward to stand upon a sandy ridge that looked down on Nevild, he couldn't help but think of a fledgling bird. Someday, perhaps, the town would unfurl its wings and sprawl. For now, though, the braided Adonis could only think that the port-city looked a bit cramped for his tastes.

Though if it had a Pub, he supposed it had some worthy features to offer.

Daeth stood for awhile longer, glancing from the corner of rich amethyst to check and see if everyone had kept up. The two Fae were safely with Shad a bit to his right, and the slender bandit - looking splendid as the Wind whipped her dark hair from her face - was trailing a little behind. A wicked thought briefly flashed across that fairly immoral Mind of his.

Normally, the dark angel had an easy time censoring what actually came out of that sensuous mouth. Inwardly, however, well...let's just say the same rule need not apply.

Daeth let his thoughts wander a bit, though at a frusterated growl from the shadowhound's direction, he grinned a bit and allowed the surface of his Mind to go blank. Beneath, thoughts of a different nature roiled incessantly.

He couldn't get his thoughts off of the Brand, that stigma which...Oh by Shinigami!...was a pain in his neck. The long-tressed Adonis grimaced and muttered a brief apology to any who might have caught that errant thought. It was true, though. Daeth, despite how hard he tried, couldn't help but play that bloody scene with the Five over and over again in his Mind. Their abuse was more than just physical.

Their words had scarred him.

Their offer had enticed him.

And that fact alone, actually scared him.

The only thing that made the grisly memory recede for any length of time, was Eddellyn. It was strange, but something about the slim Elf, something...just made him able to forget himself completely, which he was grateful for.

Anyway, Daeth decided he would deal with all of this at a later time - if ever. He didn't relish the thought of having to tell the bandit about his exploits in the Black Castle, especially one in particular.

He slipped his braid over one, broad shoulder and looked 'round to the rest of the small group, wagging his brows when he caught Edde's eye for a moment. A slow grin spread across his lips, and an unmistakably puck-ish look crossed liquid purple eyes.

"Let's go find that Inn of yers, Carus," said he, shrugging fully into the sleeves of his outlandish outfit, "the sooner we all settle down for the night, the sooner we can all have an ale. There should be some work to be had - though I think my hopes of finding a rich old lady in need of a bodyguard for a few days are dashed." He winked roguishly at the Elf. "Maybe I should just find a rich, helpless, young dame to watch over," said he teasingly. "Though I don't know, Carus, d'yew think I look up to the task?" He pushed his unruly bangs from his dark-rimmed eyes and pretended to bat his lashes like a lady of the courts. Quirking a brow in jest, Daeth turned and continued his way towards Nevild.

(Ooc: To the streets)

By Anonymous

Wednesday, February 15, 2006 - 6:39 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

The two Fae had not spoken to each other or the others for quite awhile, as if something ominous was looming over them.

(Ooc: The two Fae follow Daeth to the streets)

By Cloaked Elven Bandit, Edde (Eddellyn)

Friday, February 17, 2006 - 2:44 am GMT | Edit | Link |

[OOC: from Some distance off the Nevild Coast]

It was much as she remembered it; or to say, Nevild still looked much like Eddellyn�s last memories of the place. Rough around the edges, it was a fairly peaceful town. The naval outfitting kept would be riff-raff in check and the royal residence gave the town a feeling of importance.

To one side of the town, the elven woman noted a cluster of peaked dwellings, tents, an unusual sight near a bustling port. Most places in Tenara were not known for poverty, but the makeshift residences looked to be low cost and a quick housing solution. A surge in the town�s population? Eddellyn kept the thought to herself, but wondered what would drive a large number people into the quiet southern area of Tenara.

Her gaze drifted back to Daeth, a particularly naughty thought of his catching her attention. With an inward grin, she clucked her tongue and silently scolded him. I think we should keep our attention on reaching a Pub� but hold onto that thought for later. Hiding the smile that bent her mouth behind the pretense of coughing, Eddellyn picked up the pace a degree.

Falling into step alongside the graceful stride of the female fae, Eddellyn cast a glance behind her to be certain they weren�t followed. Beside her, she sensed the quietness that surrounded the fae youth was not entirely due to fatigue but until they were settled for the eve, she would not press them for the cause.

Daeth said something, and with an eye on his outfit � those sleeves in particular, Eddellyn exhaled an exclamation on a quiet chuckle. �The inn should not be far, ahead a block or two north. And if yew would like a bit of advice, try not to find a lady too young� else yew find yer hands full with changing wet nappies.� Another low chuckle followed her words as she followed the group to the streets.

[OOC: to there]

By Anonymous

Friday, March 10, 2006 - 4:23 am GMT | Edit | Link |

As the quartet headed towards the main thoroughfare, a slender form flitted through the deepening shadows of the buildings to gain a closer look. It was an odd assembly of people and in a small place like Nevild, the group definitely drew attention. In recent months, strangers were not uncommon in the port town and the naval forces took extra precautions in the matters of the public�s safety, but it was the movements and low voice of the final member of the group that made the hidden figure throw caution to the wind. There was just something about her that seemed... familiar, though he couldn�t place what it was.

The group had paused at a cross-way, and the shadow sidled closer through the dimness of the adjacent alleyway, straining to overhear the conversation. The dark haired woman was speaking again and again he felt the twinge of familiarity ripple along his nerves. It was when she turned briefly to glance behind, that he caught sight of her face; those elven features were unmistakable. Instinctively the breath hitched in his body, recognition coursing through his veins, and it was with practiced discipline he exhaled slowly.

Creeping along the edge of the building, he stopped just shy of being exposed as he waited for the party to continue. With years of practice and skill, the concealed lurker said a silent prayer of thanks that the elf had paused long enough to put her a step behind the rest, giving him the opportunity he needed.

A quick peek around the corner showed an empty street, and with a step as light and quick as a cat, he was behind the elf dagger drawn and uncomfortably close. �Ah Edde, I see yew still can�t tear yerself away from Tenara. Let me be the first to welcome yew back.�

By Cloaked Elven Bandit, Edde (Eddellyn)

Tuesday, March 14, 2006 - 3:48 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Eddellyn had only been a step behind the fae sister when the voice from the dim alleyway stopped her short. Instinctively, her hand went to her dagger at her waist but as her eyes followed the path of the Daeth and the young fae, she held back from drawing the weapon. She wasn�t ready to alert them to this particular danger.

Turning slowly, her grey eyes lowered to the ground, the elven woman slowly took stock of the owner of the voice. Nondescript clothing, well made though only washed out green in color, the slender sword belted at the waist, uncloaked; there was nothing out of place in that. As her gaze settled on the smug expression on his face, Eddellyn�s own expression turned dark and dangerous, though yew could only spot it if yew knew her well.

�Hello Griph. I see yew have not gone far either. Happy to find a familiar face here in Nevild.� Listening closely, it was apparent that Eddellyn was anything but pleased to run in to this person. �I do not suppose yew are willing to let this one pass this time?�

One hand draped innocently on the hilt of her dagger, the other loose at her side, the elf kept her silvery gaze directed on Griph�s face, betraying nothing of her companions who had continued to slowly move away.

By Anonymous

Wednesday, March 22, 2006 - 2:04 am GMT | Edit | Link |

The wily, dark haired elf was not so easily fooled by bandit�s subtle banter or the casual positioning of her hand on the dagger. Griph was well aware of Eddellyn�s capabilities; after all, they had the same teacher.

�I�d like nothing more than to let yew pass, bela, but there is the road tax.� He arched slender brow and eased a step closer to the female elf, accurately judging she would stay her hand for the moment. �But considering the favour yew did for me, in finishing out Falcon, perhaps we can come to an agreement.� The last word came out on a soft breath, a caress of air across Eddellyn�s cheek. �After all, I would hate for business between old friends to turn sour.�

By Sylvan Elf (Dristen)

Thursday, March 30, 2006 - 7:42 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

[ooc: from the Goethal Forest]

It was past sundown when the elf stepped foot in the outer streets of Nevild. Dristen shouldered his bow and walked gingerly along the darkened areas, always watchful of the known riff-raff that had the habit or lurking around after dark.

By Cloaked Elven Bandit, Edde (Eddellyn)

Friday, March 31, 2006 - 7:38 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Something had twisted in the pit of Eddellyn�s stomach when Griph remarked about finishing off Falcon. It had been a fact she suspected was true but it was a memory she didn't have. This small bit of conversation with the other thief only served to heighten the feeling that someone else could know more of her life than she did. Already feeling slightly disgruntled after the long sea voyage, her mood grew darker at this thought.

�Do not push me Griph, or else yew will find just where �business� and �friendship� stand between us. Something tells me yew would not like what yew would learn.� Eddellyn held her ground, even though the other elf stood much too close, and her normally slate coloured eyes took on a brighter silver hue.

�Step aside and let me be on my way.� Without waiting to see how the other elf would react to this statement, Eddellyn brazenly stepped around Griph and started to walk away. Stepping out onto the street, she called back over her shoulder �Nice seeing yew again Griph.�

By Anonymous

Monday, April 3, 2006 - 5:37 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Griph�s eyes widened in surprise as Eddellyn turned her back to him and strolled away; however, his surprise quickly turned to a simmering anger. Who was she, that she would turn her back to him like that? Gritting his teeth, the wily elf silently swore to himself that he would teach the her a lesson about manners.

Pausing for a bare second, Griph waited until Eddellyn was just to round the corner of the building. With silent, unthinking, movements he reached for the sling looped at his waist and launched a sharp rock towards her back.

By Cloaked Elven Bandit, Edde (Eddellyn)

Monday, April 3, 2006 - 6:25 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Edde knew she wasn�t about to get away from Griph that easily, but she had counted on her ability to hear others thoughts to warn her of any impending threat. What she hadn�t counted on, was that Griph would react without thought. Neither had she expected him to attack by throwing something at her.

The sudden whoosh of air behind her was what had alerted her to the threat, but by then it was too late. The rock missile hit her sharply on the head, just behind her ear. Bright stars flashed before her eyes and she tottered forward a step before grinding out a dark curse and crumpling to the ground. As everything went black, Eddellyn prayed she would not be unconscious for long.

By Sylvan Elf (Dristen)

Tuesday, April 4, 2006 - 2:20 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

He saw the two figures just up ahead of him as the two came out of the alleyway. The elf paused in his walk, then came to a stop about 15 yards behind them as he saw the male use a slingshot to disable the other.

Dristen reached over his shoulder and withdrew and arrow from his quiver, notching it on the string of his bow before hollering out.

"What is happening here? Surely yew must be a man of honour - I know yew didn't use yer weapon purposely against one who walks away from yew, yes?"

His aqua eyes honed in on the one holding the weapon and he eased forward, ever ready to investigate this uncommon situation.

By Anonymous

Tuesday, April 4, 2006 - 2:36 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

He had not expected Eddellyn to go down so easily, as the smirk on his face showed but Griph did not expect her to be down for long. In the distance a voice rang out, someone had seen them; with only a fleeting backward glance at the fallen elf, Griph ran back into the alley, the echoing sound of his footsteps following after him.

[exeunt]

By Cloaked Elven Bandit, Edde (Eddellyn)

Tuesday, April 4, 2006 - 7:40 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Fortunately, she did not lose complete consciousness; above and outside the cloud of blackness that surrounded her head, Eddellyn could hear an unfamiliar voice shouting. Muttering another dark curse, the bandit levered herself up on an elbow and gave a wary look around for Griph. Not seeing him, she gingerly touched the lump forming behind her ear and pulled her fingers away coated in blood. Of all the lowest tricks� Well, I see Tenara is as I remembered.

With a sigh, she unsteadily got to her feet and looked to where the stranger�s voice had come from. Not far away stood an armed figure, easing towards her. He did not look to be the type that would be one of Griph�s cronies, but Eddellyn was not going to risk it. Swaying slightly, she called out. �Hold! Not a step closer, lest yew wish to feel my blade.�

By Sylvan Elf (Dristen)

Wednesday, April 5, 2006 - 2:46 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

The elf took aim for a moment, now lowering his bow while he watched the would-be mugger snake away into the alley.

Dristen lowered his bow and watched the figure arise and sway slightly, and he reached behind him to place his arrow back in the quiver before shouldering his bow.

The elf's cloak unfolded even more against the cool sea breeze kept his walk to close the gap some more so he could offer aid. The familiar voice that rang out from the lithe woman caught him by suprise. His face broke into a wide smile and he continued pressing on, his arms now extended out in a welcoming manner.

"Do yew not see who this is, M'Lady? Why, Edde, it has been quite a while since we parted ways, yes?"

By this time, Dristen had moved to within 10 feet of the elven woman, his smile not yet about to diminish.

By Cloaked Elven Bandit, Edde (Eddellyn)

Thursday, April 6, 2006 - 12:59 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Eddellyn backed up a cautious step as the white-haired man, an elf she saw, approached closer with a friendly greeting. A look of combined distrust and surprise washed over the bandit's features at the sound of her name on the stranger's lips. He was now closer and she eyed him critically, this was definitely not someone she knew.

Her brow creased in thought, as she sorted through her memory to place his face, but her efforts only doubled the throbbing behind her eyes. Eddellyn held out a hand to and sharply replied to his question. "Sorry, I do not see who it is."

As another bout of dizziness assailed her and her stomach did a slow roll, the bandit decided she was in no state to be subtle. "How is it yew know my name?"

By Worlde Arcane Conclave (Admin)

Monday, April 10, 2006 - 5:27 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

By Hannibal the Kind-Hearted (Hannibal)
Thursday, April 6, 2006 - 9:55 pm GMT

Another figure came running up, an young man in his mid-twenties, but his race....was he elven or Uman? Most would describe him as a mixture between the two. He had shoulder-length white-blonde hair, much like the other male nearby.

"Are ewe two alright? I saw what happened...M'Lady, we should get ewe to a hospice right away." Concern clearly showed on his face.

He noted the sword, saw that this woman was reacting like a cornered animal, frightened and barring its teeth.

"My name is Hannibal, and I only want to help." He added, glancing back and forth between the two of them.

By Sylvan Elf (Dristen)

Monday, April 10, 2006 - 5:42 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

The elf continued his approach, but his smile faded into a look of perplextion, as if he was now confused.

"Surely, yew know me! Edde, let me speak to yew of our past."

With that, Dristen quickly ran down the story of the two of them meeting in Seven Oaks and how they came to Tenara together and took the horses that belonged to the Regeant. He told her of her marks that were placed upon her hands and the duel he had with Lockeby in the arena at Caradon.

"And do yew remember young Willam? The half-elven boy Thea adopted? Do yew remember the encounter we had at the Rusty Hook before we parted ways?"

It was then that another came onto the scene to offer help. After he called himself Hannibal, the Sylvan turned to him.

"Tis alright, there, my friend. I am called Dristen and yes, seems this pretty young lass is need of help! For, she knows me not and I fear it is from the blow she took from a would be thief!"

By Hannibal the Kind-Hearted (Hannibal)

Tuesday, April 11, 2006 - 12:40 am GMT | Edit | Link |

Hannibal blinked in surprise as the other man spoke of his shared past with the injured woman.

They know each other? But she seems to have lost her memory...how unfortunate.

"How terrible." He glanced at the injured woman, and wondered if the Sylvan's words would register with the injured lass.

By Cloaked Elven Bandit, Edde (Eddellyn)

Tuesday, April 11, 2006 - 1:21 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

The silver-haired elf spoke in detail about traveling from Aniada to Tenara together, how she came to have the runes branded on her hands and of other people she had no memory of. Eddellyn blinked and in a passing thought wondered if she were asleep, of a sudden everything seemed to have turned upside-down. Her earlier anger drained from her as she shook her dark head wearily.

�Sorry�� The word was spoken in a hoarse voice and Edde cleared her throat as she begin again, �Sorry, I do not remember these things yew speak of. Something happened; I lost some of my memories.� As she realized what she had just said, in front of two virtual strangers no less, her grey eyes widened in surprise. Yet, something had stirred in her mind as she turned over his words about William and the mention of the Rusty Hook.

Unable to look Dristen in the eye any longer, Eddellyn turned her gaze to the newcomer. No longer certain of herself anymore, she could not find it to be suspicious of another new face. The elf cleared her throat again and finally answered his first question. �I am fine. �Twas just a bit of bad business; no need for a hospice� Though perhaps a moment to sit down would serve me well.�

By Hannibal the Kind-Hearted (Hannibal)

Tuesday, April 11, 2006 - 8:16 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Grimacing, Hannibal moved forward, though slowly so as not to alarm the woman.

"Nonsense. Yew may not realize this, but yew've taken a blow to the head. Most likely it's the cause of yer memory loss. If yew feel uncomfortable going to a hospice however, at least allow me to escort yew to the nearest inn - I know some first aid and can take care of that wound for yew."

He gently held out a hand to help her to her feet.

By Sylvan Elf (Dristen)

Tuesday, April 11, 2006 - 9:27 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

The elf had already shouldered his bow and stepped aside for the newcomer to assist Edde in whatever manner she saw fit. He pointed down the darkened street.

"There," he said matter of factly, his elven voice ringing with the melody of the fae kin.

"I know this place well. The Rusty Hook might be the perfect spot for us all to become more acquainted, yes?"

The Sylvan urged the two to follow along as he started into a very slow walk, ever careful to keep just a minimal distance.

By Cloaked Elven Bandit, Edde (Eddellyn)

Wednesday, April 12, 2006 - 4:01 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

Eddellyn allowed herself to be shuffled along by the yet unnamed stranger and Dristen; though after accepting their first initial assistance, she politely but firmly rebuffed their aid in making it to the Inn. She went along because she was curious what more she could learn from Dristen, perhaps he could help her remember more of the things she had forgotten.

The bandit turned her thoughts to resting for a moment at the Inn, the prospect of a stout drink and perhaps a bite to eat gave her something else to look forward to.

[OOC: to the Rusty Hook then?]

By Sylvan Elf (Dristen)

Wednesday, April 12, 2006 - 4:31 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

[ooc: yeah, when ya'll are ready, to the Rusty Hook]

By Hannibal the Kind-Hearted (Hannibal)

Wednesday, April 12, 2006 - 11:18 pm GMT | Edit | Link |

(OOC: Aye, to the Rusty Hook!)

Add a Message