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Lelorenil stands angrily between Amy and the new vampire, whispering to her soothingly "Don't worry, even if they won't take care of you, I promise that I will."
Lelorenil quickly steps between Eltumal and Morgan with a dour face.
Lelorenil flinches when Joe hits him on the shoulder, a silent 'ow' forming on his lips.
Hearing Mister MacGillicuddy's groans of pain, Lelo rushes to his side, shrugging back from the quick flash of fire before laying his hand upon the man's shoulder.
On the other side of the battlefield, Morgan once more takes a guarded position next to Amy.
Yeah, I wanted to try something different for a change...So why not a slightly-more-than-slightly insane kid who brought his mama back from the dead?
Morgan seems to register Lelorenil's command, and turns quickly, rushing at whatever zombie is closest to Amy and Ofal.
Lelorenil readies an action to swing his blade at any zombie that comes within reach, unless there is already one within reach or within 5' step range.
Status: Lelo's HP: 16/16
Lelo's AC: 17/11/16 Morgan's HP: 1/9 Morgan's AC: 19/11/18 Spells cast: Bless, Shield of Faith
After Morgan clears the way with her sweeping blade, Lelorenil rushes to Eltumal's side, grasping a hold of the other elf's hand with his own glowing fingers.
Seeing that Morgan has moved away from the young vampire, Lelorenil shouts in a very angry and authoritative tone to secret-skeleton: "Return to her side and keep her from harm!"
Lelorenil gasps in a mixture of horror and acknowledgement, quickly stammering in an airy tone as he touches his hands to Amy's.
As his spell is cast, the constant presence that is Morgan draws her blade and takes a step so that Amy is now between her and Lelorenil.
Lelorenil releases one of Amy's hands, and turns as he draws his longsword with the other. Though his hands shake, his face is stern and determined to protect her.
Lelorenil clutches a hand to his companion's arm, visibly shivering in fear. All conversation that he had been trying to have with Amy throughout the walk here has come to a complete stop, and he readies an action to cast Shield of Faith on himself. He whispers to her in a harsh language, his voice holding the flames of the tongue itself, and gives a veiled command.
"Yet is correct, you're playing with dangerous forces. Be careful...I do not wish to lose new companions to something I cannot heal." After listening intently to Ofal's story of how this camp has survived so long, Lelo closes his eyes and nods solemnly.
After bowing to Ofal, Lelo turns and lays a hand on Amy's shoulder gently, leaning in close to whisper to her ear.
"Who would not be? They are so mysterious. I learned much from Mother, though I'd care to know more." At the sight of the marks, Lelo gasps and his face goes pale(r than normal).
The boy halts further conversation with Olaf for the moment and whispers in his native tongue, approaching this 'Amy' with caution and awe as he reaches his hands out to her face, stroking lightly with fingertips if allowed.
"Greetings, Mister MacGillicuddy, I am Lelorenil. Please do call me Lelo! It is very very good to see you all!" he says as he shakes the much larger man's hand excitedly, almost frantically. A small frown flashes briefly on his face, "Yes, we did. Though I'm not sure how we made it here. The fog makes direction...Impossible to perceive."
He speaks with a soft smile, offering his hand to the man before him. "I am a refugee, Sir. I have wandered for...I cannot tell you how long. My name is Lelorenil Al'Sorath, and I hail from Darpuul. This is my mother, Morgan." He motions to the tall woman next to him. "Please pardon her, she cannot speak and her mind is not always with us. We have...Mormont to thank for our arrival here and her state..." The venom in his voice is apparent when he says the name Mormont, and if the elder shakes his hand, Lelorenil's nails dig in as he speaks. He glances over to the approaching group, and as he spies the other elf, he stands up and gasps. "You! I've seen you from Darpuul! I thought I was the only one to leave alive!" he rushes over to Eltumal and grabs his hands as he visibly weeps in joy as he looks around to the rest of the group. "Are you all from Darpuul as well? This is wonderful, I swore I was alone." he continues without leaving room for an answer.
Three quick points to bring attention to...
If there's a problem with points 1 and 2, please let me know while I can still make adjustments.
Alas poor Morgan:
Decided on full blooded Elf instead of Half-Elf for this character
Lelorenil was raised by a human named Morgan, though she was not his mother. She was an elderly priestess who served no one deity, but the community of Darpuul, a place where Morgan felt at home attending to the sick and needy. Her 'adoptive' son had been one of those who needed a home, left alone on the streets by the people he traveled with, arriving from the west fleeing Mormont's annihilation after his parents had been cut down. She raised him as any proper mother should, and he took to her love of charity and loved her like he would his birth parents. Years went by, and Lelorenil grew into a proper young man, respected by many for the work he did with his mother. Nobody lives forever, and Morgan's time came when Lelorenil reached the age of 17, still a child in body and mind. He felt as if he was nothing without Morgan, Lelorenil knew nothing of living on his own or how to be a part of the community without her guidance. He shut himself in, pouring through dusty books and tomes that might give him the answer. Several years of secrecy and neglect of himself passed, and suddenly the people around him noticed a sudden mood change. Lelorenil had devoted every moment possible to secret worship and devotion to Nethys, the god of knowledge supreme. The young elf thought that perhaps the answers lied in Necromancy, and he felt that the darker side of Life was an answer to all of Darpuul's problems: the return of his Mother, an army to destroy Mormonts, and an endless work force to fill the needs of the city. The answers were finally given to him, and Morgan's body moved once more, though the flesh from her body had long since rotted away. The city would disapprove, and though Lelorenil was overjoyed at having his guide in life returned to him, he knew that he must hide her. And so he built an attic to keep prying eyes from taking Morgan from him. A dozen years passed, and Lelorenil had put himself in the same place that his mother had before him: caring for all in any way that he could. When situations stressed him to the point where he had no answers, he spoke to Mother (though she did not actually respond) and took her advice. Donations were given to him on a regular basis, and though he spent much on things for others, many people insisted that he take 'this' and 'that' to spend for himself. Eh...I'm sorry for the general scattered-ness of that, but I'm distracted at the moment, and I've never really been great at writing coherent stories.
If you'd care for me to put in an 'escape' story, I can come up with something for that.
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