Early Morning Conversations
Early in the morning of 16 Eleasis, Anya wanders the deck, watching for the predawn light, and finds Rayne standing by himself at the stern, staring off into the clouds. Fighting to remain calm, she approaches quietly, "That was quite the storm last night. Care to share what that was all about?"
"I only did what I thought I needed to do”, he says bluntly. “She was gone, is gone, and I did the best I was capable of.” Rayne pauses and then whispers, “It still wasn't enough,"
"You assume she is gone, Rayne."
Shaking his head, "She is gone...not just Selune, but Eclipse too. And…I think He is back. I am getting power from somewhere and it feels nothing like Selune. It feels much more like HIM, but different."
Facing him, Anya's restraint wanes a bit, "If She is gone, explain your cheek. That is not abandonment. That is anger. There is a difference." She pauses, biting the side of her lip a moment, then continues, "When did this happen? And why didn't you come to me sooner? We were supposed to meditate and try seeking Selune at the full moon, remember?"
Rayne rests both hands on the railing, “I tried the whole time we were apart and there was nothing.” Pause, grips tightening, “This mark isn't anger, it’s punishment.”
Another pause, his knuckles turning white with his grip, “How dare she abandon me and then punish me for trying to save my friends.”
“Enough."
Stern in voice and gentle in touch, she places a hand on his shoulder, "Rayne, look at me. I am nearly 100 years old and spent most of my life angry at the goddess who created me. I know what you’re feeling, but accepting Talos will not heal that. There is something else going on.”
He loosens his grip on the railing with a sigh, but his face remains tight and angry, “It was never going to work, Selune is a serene summer night under a full moon and Talos is a storm, destruction. I have always been a storm and yesterday was the first time I truly felt alive in months.” The anger fades into embarrassment as he admits this to her.
Before she can interject, he continues, “I need you to know I am never going to worship Talos again. A storm isn't evil, just indifferent. It falls on the just and the unjust in equal measure. I need to make sure that the storm inside me is pointed in the right direction. And I have you to help me with that, right?”
Again, not allowing Anya to respond, almost like he needs to get the poison in his system out, Rayne goes on, “I am not accepting his power, it is just there. I am more powerful at this moment than I have ever been in my life, and it’s intoxicating. I couldn't deny this power if I wanted to - I am flooded with it.” He hesitates, “It is changing me....”
Anya looks deeply concerned, “Rayne....I have experienced the storm Talos brings. His followers killed Sikander and nearly destroyed much of the land I call home. There must be a way to quell the storm in you. I don't believe he can have this much control over you or force you to change unless you are willing.” She drops her hand, shifting to look him eye to eye, “Are you?”
Full of anger, “I am not controlled.”
“Prove it," she growls back at him angrily.
“Look!” As he pulls Eclipse from the sheath, holding it out for her to see, “She is dead. There was a conscious being of light in this sword and she is gone.” As she studies the sword, the top section of the blade has turned black, with the top rune the same violet the Mark of Sehanine has started glowing. Her face slowly betrays the panic and dread she feels at the sight.
He continues, “Piper is dead. There is apparently something coming to eat the world. I need this power I have for a higher purpose, but I realize that my judgment may be clouded. I am willing to defer to you, and perhaps Sikander, as I trust you and will listen to you…that is how you know I am not controlled.”
He stops, replacing the blackened sword, “I have lost two friends today and am willing to use whatever power I am afforded to not lose anymore.”
Anya is standing close to him, but her arms are crossed tightly in front of her as she chews her bottom lip, an old anxious habit. “Be careful Rayne. I am worried this is far worse than I originally thought.”
As if waiting for this acknowledgment, he nods, “Well, there is something else you should see. You know my power takes on an aspect of the deity I follow, so lightning when I served Talos and moonlight for Selune.”
She nods for him to continue, and he summons a violet ball of lightning to his hands, holding it for a moment, then dispels it. He switches to his spiritual weapon, which is no longer the full moon, and now appears as dark and dead as the new moon but burnt to ashes. “I don't know what this means.”
“Barzul…. I…” she stammers trying to comprehend the changes before her.
Rayne turns to fully face her with his hands held out in front of him, as if he is afraid of what will come from them and whispers, “Will you be there for me? I promise I will no longer follow Talos, but I don't have much control over what is happening to me right now.”
Anya stops trying to speak and looks at the young drow before her, many memories flooding her thoughts as she responds, “Yes. I am here for you.” She reaches out and takes his hands, “Rayne...I do not know how to help with this, but I promise, we will figure this out.”
A whisper, “Thank you. Thank you for seeing past my race and my past mistakes.”
She smiles at him, releasing his hands and lifting his chin, “You are not the first drow I have met and befriended. And I do not hold to the notion that all drow are evil. I am far from perfect and have made more mistakes in my many lives. If those can be forgiven, then yours can too.”
Chuckling a little, he replies, “I am certain I have met more drow than you, and I don't hold a very high opinion of myself.”
She studies him a moment as she wrestles with an old choice. Finally, she shares with a look of deep sadness, “Rayne, I may not be a drow, nor have I been in any life I can recall, but I have murdered, lied, stolen, manipulated, and destroyed more lives than I care to admit. My soul is tainted, and I have spent this life trying to redeem it. I truly understand how you feel.”
Rayne is shocked to silence at that admission. It takes him a moment to recover before he can respond, “Someday, I would hear your story if you ever care to tell it.”
A small nod, “Perhaps one day. Not even Sikander is as aware of my past as you are now.”
They both look out over the stern into the cloudy sky, the sun slowly coming over the horizon. Anya, taking in the colors of the sky as it does, pats Rayne’s arm, “I believe you are good. You have a good heart and want to care for others. There is something much darker at work here, and we will all need to work together to fight it.”
He is quiet for a moment, then says, “If this is Talos, I will find a way to be rid of his influence, if not his power. But I don't think I will ever return to Selune. In fact, I would be a godless cleric if such a thing was possible.” Looking off toward the sunrise, “I have had enough of all the gods.”
A stern concerned look crosses her face at the mention of being godless. “Be careful.... that path may lead to the God Eaters themselves.”
Rayne shudders a little at her suggestion, then starts to pick at the rail before him.
“Are we ok? Have I alleviated your concerns enough? And... can you heal this thing? It hurts like hell and my power does nothing.” Leaving the rail, he points tiredly at his right cheek with the still bright and painful brand of Selune’s symbol.
She sighs and with a sad smile, "I do not feel the need to kill you where you stand as a follower of Talos, but I am worried all the more for you." She steps closer, inspecting the wound by turning his head and gently touching around it. "I will try." Covering the mark with her right hand, she whispers Tonasië, but sees little change to the mark. “I am unsure if that helped. I cannot do anything stronger, yet I am afraid."
Dropping her hand, she turns away, heading for the main deck. Rayne looks up as she does and calls out to her, “Oh…there was one more thing I want to tell you.”
Turning, "What's that?"
“I am sorry, about yesterday. My grief for Piper made me unreasonable. You were right - we should let them rest peacefully. In my thoughts since then I have realized if it were I in her place, I am not sure I would want to be resurrected either. I do think she died a hero, and we need to let whoever was important to her know that.”
She sighs heavily, reaching for her necklace as she does, "No apologies needed. It is a difficult thing to consider. I have been resurrected by those who care about me. Before, I would have been angry...I was not in a good place. But Sehanine called me to return. I think that is why I am still here and fighting."
Anya finds herself briefly lost in memories for the second time in as many days before continuing, "Apologies. For Piper, I do believe she died a hero's death, and we have given her a proper and respectful send-off. Once we finish with Hugert, I would like to return to Waterdeep. There are many things to address there, and finding this council she was part of is one of them."
She gives him a final nod and continues walking back toward the deck and the barracks, curious what Sikander and Tal have gotten up to, if anything yet. Rayne turns back to the sky behind them, watching the sun continue to rise.
Anya's Journal Ordered oldest to newest
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Handë Vanwa
04 Feb 2023 03:42:30
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What Happened at the Feast of the Moon?
30 Uktar, 1493
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Early Morning Conversations
16th of Eleasis, 1495
04 Feb 2023 03:42:30
30 Uktar, 1493
16th of Eleasis, 1495
The major events and journals in Anya's history, from the beginning to today.
Early Morning Conversations
Early in the morning of 16 Eleasis, Anya wanders the deck, watching for the predawn light, and finds Rayne standing by himself at the stern, staring off into the clouds. Fighting to remain calm, she approaches quietly, "That was quite the storm last night...
02:14 pm - 28.07.2023Session 14: The Search for the Black Marlin
04:02 pm - 14.07.2023Session 14: The Search for the Black Marlin
01:15 am - 10.07.2023Session 12: The Pirate King's Son
09:06 pm - 29.06.2023Session 12: The Pirate King's Son
10:50 pm - 25.06.2023Session 11: Seven Hells! It's a Space Lich! (postponed from Sunday)
10:49 pm - 25.06.2023Session 11: Seven Hells! It's a Space Lich! (postponed from Sunday)
10:15 pm - 22.06.2023Session 10: The Ancient Dwarf Dig
10:12 pm - 19.06.2023Session 10: The Ancient Dwarf Dig
10:22 pm - 11.06.2023Session 6: The Old Dwarf Way Continues
08:59 pm - 04.06.2023Session 6: The Old Dwarf Way Continues
08:56 pm - 04.06.2023Session 6: The Old Dwarf Way Continues
08:56 pm - 04.06.2023Session 5: The Old Dwarf Way
08:52 pm - 04.06.2023Session 5: The Old Dwarf Way
08:50 pm - 04.06.2023Session 4: Cloudhook
03:01 am - 01.05.2023Session 3: Forging Ahead
09:29 pm - 30.04.2023Session 4: Cloudhook
09:28 pm - 30.04.2023Session 3: Forging Ahead
10:45 pm - 23.04.2023Session 2: Meet and Great Part 2
01:21 am - 28.03.2023Session 2: Meet and Great Part 2
01:20 am - 28.03.2023STRIKING OUT: First Official Adventure
01:09 am - 28.03.2023STRIKING OUT: First Official Adventure
01:09 am - 28.03.2023What Happened at the Feast of the Moon?
Morning comes with dark clouds and a thick snow fall, drawing several shop owners out early to clear the cobblestone streets to each of their establishments. While necessary, the work is far from quiet, with the harsh sound of shovels scrapping the stones...
01:57 am - 21.02.2023Handë Vanwa
A blue ball floats in the air, giving off a soft light as Anya sits on her bed, the window closed against the rain pounding on the glass with Tal curled up and gently snoring on his cushion on the floor. Quietly she sits crossed legged on her bed, staring...
05:16 am - 03.02.2023The list of amazing people following the adventures of Anya.
Social
Birthplace
New Sharandar, Neverwinter Woods
Current Residence
Leilon, Dominion Manorhouse
Contacts & Relations
Members of Ora Vitae (past denote with*/deceased ^):
Count Zefor Dragonsbane, Jayris, Sikander Steelestone, Zane Antilles^, Lord Almerion*, Tamarra Wilxes*, Eikthyr Yagluth*
Nestor*, Vallic Undahill*, Pandora*, Elliot Bale*
Members of Zefor's home tribe to Eldath:
Dondali Burrows, Jakabar and Velon (Zefor's parents), Jazzabel, and Elemor
Members of Phandalin Council:
Linene Greywind, Elmar Barthen, Toblin Stonehill, Daran Edermath, Sildar Hallwinter (Lord's Alliance representative)
Phandalin and surrounding region:
Adabra Gwynn, Veleen Firecrow, Thistle Danamark, Eidric Salazar, Falcon the Hunter, Pel, Corwin, Big Al Kalazorn, Don John Raskin
Anya's Elves (Feywild, Sword Coast, Evereska)
Birel Calashadir, Sister Garaele, Nambra Valris, Fafiel Amakiir, Morven & Keyna Daoinonal, Dynna Siannodel, Zarn Wildreamer, Pyra Evenshard, Erdan Siannodel, Roren Elmseeker, Rolen Siannodel, Thia Amakiir, Lia Amakiir, Daynore Willowbreath (Additional listed under family)
Axeholm
Shera Lharil, Tamia "Red" Redbow
Wayside Inn
Cooragh Struckt, Tarbin Tul, Martisha Vinetalker
Members of Leilon Council
Valdi Estapar, Grizzelda "The Growler" Copperwraught, Jack Torver, Merrygold Brightshine
Leilon:
Silla Scalesweep, Seth, Sgt. Hazz Yorrum, Wayne, Garrett, Zana Taylish
Neverwinter
Syndra Naerdre, Moradiv Solaron, Franklin Wilton, Saul Maerdym, Nelasser, Kelsten and Krystal Seddleniddle,
Angelborne/Sikander's Family:
Jendora el Jabour, Talara and Bomalath Blazekeeper (Sikander's parents)
Dragons of the Sword Coast:
Lhammaruntosz, the bronze dragon, Claugiyiamatar, the green dragon
Honorary & Occupational Titles
Councilwoman, Phandalin Township
Member of Ora Vitae
Adopted into the Angelborne
Sentinel of the Moonbow initiate
Wealth & Financial state
She doesn't have much gold to her name, but holds the deed to the manor outside Leilon.
Family Ties
Birth Parents: Eldith and Pakian Galanodel (Deceased)
Close friend: Raellir Daoinonal (Deceased)
"Adoptive" Mother: Bry Elmseeker, also called "Yantare"
Half-Sister by her mother: Aeminka Danzeral
Adopted Brother: Sikander Steelestone
Adopted Siblings, by extension of Sikander: Saje Flamedagger, Choz and Chinderon Terrarock, A'flora Merrycrest, Thomas bin Soltani, and Kathra Zhou Wei
Religious Views
While born into worship and reverence of Sehanine, the Lady of Dreams and patron of Moon elves, Anya did not truly dedicate herself until a series of events (including vision, a call to action, and her resurrection) culminating in Nambra Valris initiating her into the order of the Sentinel of the Moonbow.
She has also spent nearly a decade attempting to connect with Rillifane, and has felt his presence at various points during that time. Her most recent effort has been in planting and tending a Fey Oak just outside Leilon, creating a quiet space perfect for meditation to The Wild One.
Social Aptitude
While still rather awkward and unsure of herself, Anya is usually a decent judge of another's character and intentions. She may not understand their motivations, but is generally aware of when others are less than forthright or have more to say on various matters.
Her short coming here is how other perceive her and learning how to present herself as the confident elf she is, especially in situations that require the ability to persuade, deceive, intimidate, or perform.
Mannerisms
Spend half a day with her and you will quickly notice few things, including her eyeroll at anything she finds ridiculous or overstated. If she is unsure or nervous, she will bite her lip or chew on the inside slightly. The more stressed or overwhelmed she is, she will start with fidgeting - either with her necklace or the clover engraved on her axe - and escalate to rubbing her arms or hugging herself.
On the flip side, the more excited she is, the more she bounces in place while she speaks. In rare moments of pure joy, you may even see her skip as she leads you somewhere.
Hobbies & Pets
Tal, her bonded companion, is a Blink Dog. He is far more than a pet, but her closest friend and confidant. Anyone can speak to him in Sylvan, but Tal is only able to respond in Blink Dog. With Anya, through their connection, he is able to send her images, feelings, and occasional thought or word. Their quiet times together are frequently spent with Anya catching him up on conversations he missed or other items of note. He is also acutely aware of her moments of stress or anxiety, and will force her to focus on him, helping to remain calm and work through the episode.
She has several hobbies, including wood carving, pestering her big brother, leatherworking, playing her dulcimer or flute, and singing. While not a bard, she has a deep appreciation for music and will, on occasion, sing or play.
Speech
As with many elves, Anya's voice has the traditional lilt that many are familiar with, but it is much lower than others. This allows her to sing in lower octaves, including those more traditionally sung by dwarves. She also has an easier time with more guttural languages that are typically spoken in a lower register.