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Heron In The Rush Fall Of Amenophus Sr Kah 250410
On an atmospheric evening with storm clouds brewing, Loralia found herself in a precarious situation outside the White Oak Institute, a place where knowledge and healing intersect, guarded by an age-old brotherhood of monks. As the cool night embraced the Institute, Loralia narrowly escaped injury from an arrow, thanks to both her reflexes and her healing abilities that mitigated what would have been severe trauma for anyone else. A second arrow's near-miss only heightened the tension as a professor from the Institute approached, unintentionally providing Loralia with a chance to escape or gather information.
In a tactical move, Loralia dropped to the ground, using the cover of the night and the natural environment to observe without being seen. Her patience paid off as the attacker, till now shrouded in darkness, stepped into the light. This man, of a remarkably average appearance, bore a distinctive symbol on his jacket — a stylized sun with bursting rays — a detail that captured Loralia's attention and hinted at greater forces at play. As the professor moved forward, likely in pursuit of this shadowy figure, the attacker retreated into the night, leaving Loralia to emerge from her concealment.
Expressing her gratitude to the unwitting professor who had provided an accidental distraction, Loralia used the moment to regroup and plan her next steps. Although the encounter was brief and left her with more questions than answers, it sparked a determination to unravel the mystery behind the symbol and the identity of her attacker. With a newfound resolve, she decided to consult a contact and delve into the library's resources, indicating the beginning of a deeper investigation into the events that transpired that night at the White Oak Institute.
This episode highlighted Loralia's resourcefulness and resilience in the face of danger, setting the stage for further exploration and perhaps confrontation with the forces represented by the enigmatic symbol. As she waved off the incident with a mix of cheerfulness and annoyance, it was clear that this was merely a chapter in a larger saga that promised to test her abilities and uncover buried truths within the hallowed grounds of the Institute.
(Heron in the Rush: Fall of Amenophus(SRKah):SRKah)
[Wed Apr 9 2025]
At the front walk
The White Oak Institute rises out of an encroaching forest that seems to
treat the monolithic structures composing it as unwelcome invaders. At the
periphery of the campus a line of scorched earth is maintained by the
brotherhood of monks that have taken care of the site since times immemorial,
long before becoming a place of learning and healing. It contrasts with an
almost too perfectly manicured lawn and flower beds sporting out of season or
rare cultivars.
It is after dusk, about 58F(14C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
Relief extends as Loralia will realize that she's not actually got an arrow sticking out of her thankfully due to those blunted tips - but a normal human being would likely be dealing with a fractured or broken collarbone at the very least. BUt her healing keeps her from this, and the deep bruising that began to form already begins to fade into lighter shades of purple and green. When her head pokes out fromm behind the tree, another arrow comes flying through the air and it's only base reflex that sees Loralia jerking back behind the safety of the thing that stops her from catching a blunt projectile right to the forehead! Still - it's a close call and she can hear the whizzing sound of the air being cut by the arrow shaft as it buzzes past her ear! But now she can see another shadowed form coming from the doorway of the entrance to the Institute - one of the professors! Based on the look of alarm that crosses his face when that arrow goes flying past, it's a safe bet that they've caught sight of it. Now hopefully, all Loralia has to to do is wait it out. Hopefully ..
Loralia bites back a string of curses, as she gages the distance between the tree, the professor, and the institute. if she were lucky, the professor's presence would turn out to be a long enough distraction to let her get out of dodge. but more practically speaking, if she were to have any value gained from the encounter, she needs to pick up at least a glimpse. as soundlessly as she can, given the thick underbrush, she drops to the ground, keeping behind the tree as much as she can. sliding forward ever so, she peaks out from behind the tree.
Aha, now this seems to be another wise tactic! Slipping to the ground, shuffling out just a little puts Loralia at an elevation and position that this unknown archer certainly isn't expecting or anticipating by any measure, and so when they pop their head out just a little ... nothing immediately comes! And so they'll be able to catch more than a glimpse as that hereforto unknown archer takes a step out of night's shadow and for a moment - into the illuminating light of the street lamps as they cast their glow not only onto the street but back into the trees behind. The face of the man is non-descript. Average features on a white man with blonde or brown hair it's hard ot say which. BUt the important thing to see, is the small symbol that appears stitched on the arm of the heavy jacket that he wears despite the warming weather of late spring. A stylized sun, with rays bursting out from the center of it that seems to catch the eye - demand acknowledgement as important. Then the face of the man doesn't catch sight of Loralia, but rather the professor who's begun to step forward in search of him no doubt out from the Union and onto the walkway that leads to the Hangigng Tree. With a silent curse of his own, this unknown man slips back into the darkness of the night ... and after a moment or two longer Loralia feels like it's probably safe to come out of her hiding place in full.
OOC: Thank you for participating in this small encounter! I will continu to play the scene as needed for you, but you're welcome to step down at any point to return to the grid. If you need a telport to where you were before, please let me know and I will be happy to oblige.
for a few moments, Loralia keeps low, just to be absolutely certain, before as lightly as she can, she springs to her feet, with a surprisingly cheerful wave to the professor. "Thanks for the rescue, Prof!" she calls out, the bruise upon her shoulder drawing a slight wince while the woman attempts to recall the symbol from memory. shaking her head with a frustrated sigh, she puts that aside for a while, aiming to hit up a contact alongside the library for information.
In a tactical move, Loralia dropped to the ground, using the cover of the night and the natural environment to observe without being seen. Her patience paid off as the attacker, till now shrouded in darkness, stepped into the light. This man, of a remarkably average appearance, bore a distinctive symbol on his jacket — a stylized sun with bursting rays — a detail that captured Loralia's attention and hinted at greater forces at play. As the professor moved forward, likely in pursuit of this shadowy figure, the attacker retreated into the night, leaving Loralia to emerge from her concealment.
Expressing her gratitude to the unwitting professor who had provided an accidental distraction, Loralia used the moment to regroup and plan her next steps. Although the encounter was brief and left her with more questions than answers, it sparked a determination to unravel the mystery behind the symbol and the identity of her attacker. With a newfound resolve, she decided to consult a contact and delve into the library's resources, indicating the beginning of a deeper investigation into the events that transpired that night at the White Oak Institute.
This episode highlighted Loralia's resourcefulness and resilience in the face of danger, setting the stage for further exploration and perhaps confrontation with the forces represented by the enigmatic symbol. As she waved off the incident with a mix of cheerfulness and annoyance, it was clear that this was merely a chapter in a larger saga that promised to test her abilities and uncover buried truths within the hallowed grounds of the Institute.
(Heron in the Rush: Fall of Amenophus(SRKah):SRKah)
[Wed Apr 9 2025]
At the front walk
The White Oak Institute rises out of an encroaching forest that seems to
treat the monolithic structures composing it as unwelcome invaders. At the
periphery of the campus a line of scorched earth is maintained by the
brotherhood of monks that have taken care of the site since times immemorial,
long before becoming a place of learning and healing. It contrasts with an
almost too perfectly manicured lawn and flower beds sporting out of season or
rare cultivars.
It is after dusk, about 58F(14C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
Relief extends as Loralia will realize that she's not actually got an arrow sticking out of her thankfully due to those blunted tips - but a normal human being would likely be dealing with a fractured or broken collarbone at the very least. BUt her healing keeps her from this, and the deep bruising that began to form already begins to fade into lighter shades of purple and green. When her head pokes out fromm behind the tree, another arrow comes flying through the air and it's only base reflex that sees Loralia jerking back behind the safety of the thing that stops her from catching a blunt projectile right to the forehead! Still - it's a close call and she can hear the whizzing sound of the air being cut by the arrow shaft as it buzzes past her ear! But now she can see another shadowed form coming from the doorway of the entrance to the Institute - one of the professors! Based on the look of alarm that crosses his face when that arrow goes flying past, it's a safe bet that they've caught sight of it. Now hopefully, all Loralia has to to do is wait it out. Hopefully ..
Loralia bites back a string of curses, as she gages the distance between the tree, the professor, and the institute. if she were lucky, the professor's presence would turn out to be a long enough distraction to let her get out of dodge. but more practically speaking, if she were to have any value gained from the encounter, she needs to pick up at least a glimpse. as soundlessly as she can, given the thick underbrush, she drops to the ground, keeping behind the tree as much as she can. sliding forward ever so, she peaks out from behind the tree.
Aha, now this seems to be another wise tactic! Slipping to the ground, shuffling out just a little puts Loralia at an elevation and position that this unknown archer certainly isn't expecting or anticipating by any measure, and so when they pop their head out just a little ... nothing immediately comes! And so they'll be able to catch more than a glimpse as that hereforto unknown archer takes a step out of night's shadow and for a moment - into the illuminating light of the street lamps as they cast their glow not only onto the street but back into the trees behind. The face of the man is non-descript. Average features on a white man with blonde or brown hair it's hard ot say which. BUt the important thing to see, is the small symbol that appears stitched on the arm of the heavy jacket that he wears despite the warming weather of late spring. A stylized sun, with rays bursting out from the center of it that seems to catch the eye - demand acknowledgement as important. Then the face of the man doesn't catch sight of Loralia, but rather the professor who's begun to step forward in search of him no doubt out from the Union and onto the walkway that leads to the Hangigng Tree. With a silent curse of his own, this unknown man slips back into the darkness of the night ... and after a moment or two longer Loralia feels like it's probably safe to come out of her hiding place in full.
OOC: Thank you for participating in this small encounter! I will continu to play the scene as needed for you, but you're welcome to step down at any point to return to the grid. If you need a telport to where you were before, please let me know and I will be happy to oblige.
for a few moments, Loralia keeps low, just to be absolutely certain, before as lightly as she can, she springs to her feet, with a surprisingly cheerful wave to the professor. "Thanks for the rescue, Prof!" she calls out, the bruise upon her shoulder drawing a slight wince while the woman attempts to recall the symbol from memory. shaking her head with a frustrated sigh, she puts that aside for a while, aiming to hit up a contact alongside the library for information.