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| It Must Be Amnesia; for Mistalee | |
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| Meril | Wed Jul 2, 2014 1:42 am Post #1 |
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@)-}-- : --{-(@ It had not been a pleasant experience. She had been in the middle of learning new things about the world when a group of elves had started a fight with her. They had called her Ari'lnae, insisted that was who she really was. She tried to explain things to them, but they refused to listen. With a simple knock-out spell of some type, she had lost consciousness and woke as they were walking their white steeds up to a house made... no, sculpted... from the trees. She was distracted by the concept. Trees that were shaped as they grew into useful shapes, granting space and usefulness to the plant and making it valuable, but not destroying it. She was slid from the back of the steed by it's rider. She noticed then that her hands were bound. There was shouting and a woman rushed forward, tears streaming down her face, to embrace her. She tried to back away, but was held fast by her captor. When she was embraced by the strange woman, she only said, over and over, "Ari'lnae!" Meril was escorted to 'her room' and a young male elf appeared. He seemed sad and asked if he could sit. She didn't answer, so he pulled up a chair and asked her to sit. Now unbound, she crossed her arms and didn't sit. He frowned and spoke. "Ari'lnae, I want you to know that I have offered to watch over you while you recover from this. I know you probably don't remember me..." "That's because I'm not this Ari'lnae! My name is Meril. I'm a druid. I work with plants!" "Yes, they told me that you think you are a druid, but Meril isn't an elven name. It's a noun. It's just a flower. They think the druids did this to you. We don't know why yet, but we will help you recover Ari'lnae. I promise!" "Of course I'm not going to use my real name!" She threw her arms up and started pacing the floor. The young elf was tense. "I go by Meril because it means rose. PLANT DRUID!" She rounded on him. "Do you go giving your full name to complete strangers?" "Ari'lnae, I know you are confused, but being angry won't help. I'll have some food sent up and I'll come get you at first light. Maybe we can trick your memory into recalling who you really are." He said it as he stood and left. He paused at the door, looking back at Maril's enraged features. "We care about you sister. Sleep well." @)-}-- : --{-(@ Two days had passed and she had given up on trying to explain that there was no Ari'lnae. Her spirit had long passed and Ari'lnae rested peacefully in the afterlife. It was useless. They thought they knew her. Today she was being escorted to the open archery range. She was being given Ari'lnae's gift bow that she was supposed to have been given upon her return from training and a quiver full of arrows. The quiver was strapped to her hip as they dressed her once again, like they had every morning. It made her stomach turn when she realized they dressed her in animal skin... but they ate live plants, so she wasn't really too surprised. Not all the food was still alive. She had tried some, but had started a compost box with the cooked food, hidden between her bed and the window, and had placed the still living plants there so they could continue to grow. The archery range was full and they had to wait a little while before a spot was available for her and her 'little brother' to practice. She looked around. There had to be a way to escape this insanity. She simply was not who they kept trying to make her be. She needed a way out that would hurt as few people as possible. Maybe she could run out across the shooting range and get shot and 'die'. She was a little worried about that idea though. How did elves dispose of their dead? "Your instructor will be here in a minute. Look happy Ari'lnae! Smile!" Her 'little brother' said, trying too hard to be cheerful. She didn't bother correcting him that her name is Meril. She also didn't bother smiling. She kept her expression neutral. |
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| Mistalee | Thu Jul 10, 2014 6:41 pm Post #2 |
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She had decided to visit home for a while. Her brother had been overjoyed to see her return, and for once did not lecture her about 'acting like a lady.' News about what had happened at the Gala, and her involvement in it had reached home long before she did. Instead of receiving scorn like she was expecting, it seemed like she was deemed as a local hero to some. Her brother almost seemed....proud. Perhaps he had finally come to realize that she could protect herself and that having a sister who had personally protected an ambassador had done the family name some good. Regardless of his reasoning, she was just glad to no longer be coddled. In fact he had requested a favor of her that involved using her bow. Apparently there had been an elf recently who had lost her memories and was being taken care of on the manor. Not only had she lost her memories, but her skills in archery as well. She had been asked to give the woman a few lessons while she was still here. Mistalee had gladly agreed. She walked out to the range carrying a normal bow, as she did not feel the need to bring out her father's bow for this task. Plus she felt that bring a bladed bow to a lesson would just add another layer of questions that would take away from the training. A smile spread across her face as the saw her would be students. She was nervous too...she had never taught anyone before. She just hoped she did nothing to embarrass herself. "Hello there," she said in a warm and friendly voice. "I'm Mistalee and I am to be your instructor for today. What might your names be?" |
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| Meril | Tue Jul 22, 2014 10:19 pm Post #3 |
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The woman who approached them seemed to be very self assured. She wasn't sure what is was about this woman, bus she found herself smiling and saying, "I'm Meril..." at which point her 'escort' stepped up, half in front of her and gave a 'proper' introduction. "Good day Mistalee." He said with a bow and a glance back at Meril before straightening. "My name is Aren'del and this is my sister Ari'lnae. She has lost her memory but used to excel at archery. She was in training to be a ranger when her patrol was lost. The hope is that, should she take up archery again, that it might trigger her other memories." He reached back and caught her by the upper arm, urging her forward. She didn't hide her annoyance at this too well. First cut her off, then push her forward. Meril let her annoyance at her "little brother" go for now though. It wouldn't help her be on her way. She bowed to Mistalee politely, loosing his hand in the process, and asked, "Can I have a basic bow for practice, like the one you have, instead of this one?" She held out the fancy bow they had given her at the house awkwardly with both hands. She hear her "little brother" start to protest and quickly added, "I'm afraid I might mess this one up because I don't know what I'm doing." She heard him huff, but he didn't say anything else. |
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| Mistalee | Thu Jul 24, 2014 12:17 am Post #4 |
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The lass called herself Meril. Her brother insisted that her name was something else. Currently Mistalee did not really care what the girl's name really was. If she had amnesia trying to force the memories would not help. It would have to come back more naturally, if they came back at all. That she could not help with. What she could help with was archery training. "It is actually best that you do start with a basic bow," she said as she walked over to where some of the training equipment was. She picked up a bow and tested its string before walking back and handing it to Meril. "This is a light bow that won't be difficult to draw. It won't shoot far or do much damage to anything it hits, but its for training purposes only," she explained. "Before we can work on how far you can shoot with a bow, we need to work on you're basic technique and aim. Once you have that down then we can upgrade you to a better weapon." She looked to Aren'del. "You get a bow too. I want to see what you can do as well lad," she said. With that she returned her gaze to Meril. "Do you remember anything about how to shoot? Or are we going to be starting from the basics?" |
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