This D & D Campaign Began Over 2 Years Ago, And Continues… This Is The Tale Of How It All Began, Written/Retold by my Player!
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Vilven felt the boat beneath her slowly float further into the beautiful sea. Her blue hair billowed behind her as the forceful ocean breeze embraced her. With childlike excitement she stood at the helm. She had seen the occasional boat sail above her in the Water Plane, but she had never been on a ship of any kind. Taking in the depths of the ocean, she felt as if she were flying over the water. At first it was thrilling, but as the sails pushed the boat farther from shore, she felt a tug, a deep need, to be underneath the waves. She could feel the water flowing within her dance with the flow of the tide. An endless exchange she had become accustomed to. The memory of her home filling her heart with familiarity, but also deep sadness and longing.
Behind her, Cho and Beaden were arguing in a harsh whisper. Cho, handsome as his blonde hair tossed in the wind, held the same warm disposition toward his friend. His smile radiated his carefree nature as he tightened his bowstring on his new weapon. Beaden, in contrast, was not smiling at all. His face was disgruntled, though his loose, fluid gait was proof he was more relaxed than he let on. Their friendship was deeply interesting to Vilven, much different than the ones she had with her fish friends back home. She looked behind the two rangers to see Grid’s lion-like frame. He was sitting on a barrel, his legs pushed out and crossed at the ankles with ease. His ears twitched, as his pipe hung from his mouth, the smoke stream dancing into a seductive design before the hard wind from the sea pushed it away. And though the four of them were scattered around the deck, she felt very close to these people she barely knew.
She turned, placing her hand gently on the railing, her fingers skimmed the weathered but somehow smooth wood as she walked slowly to them, each step placed deliberately. When she made her way next to Grid, she halted and shifted toward the ocean.
“Do you think I would alert many if I went in for a swim?” she asked dreamily. Grid raised his gaze to her, his cat eyes shifting to view her shape.
“I think not.” Grid responded reasonably, taking a long puff from his pipe, his eyes sparkled with playfulness.
Vilven smiled humorously, and with purpose pulled herself up onto the oak railing, somehow able to balance herself. She took a deep breath of anticipation then dived gracefully to the sea, shouts of panic starting behind her. Even Beaden running to the side of the boat to exclaim, “What is she doing!”
As she flew down into the silky water, she took a breath of relief, her whole body relaxing from the water’s touch. She allowed herself to sink for a moment before she began to chase the ship, her body weightless and free as she swam. She was grateful for the trance-like movement she could fall into, but forced herself to stay close enough to not be stranded. Though soothing, the ocean felt different, more powerful. Her magic became quite obvious to her she felt as if she glowed with the essence of it.
The fish, feeling a similar tug, chased after her, and swam around her. A dance she had once found commonplace now became extremely beautiful and thrilling, her heart filled with emotion.
“Thank you.” Vilven sighed as she swam through the blue expanse of the sea. To what or who, she wasn’t sure, but she knew she was grateful.
She swam for quite a few hours, until the sun met the sea to change it a beautiful, shimmering orange. She made her way back to the side of the boat where someone had thoughtfully left a rope ladder for her. She climbed up, her arms both tired and energized at the same time.
When she was back upon the deck of the ship, she gasped as she nearly bumped into Beaden. He was standing there, a scowl on his face and his arms crossed so tightly Vilven was worried they would turn purple.
“What’s wrong?” Vilven asked him tranquilly.
“You drag me onto this boat, and the first thing you do is jump off.” He responded in an aggravated tone.
“I’m back, aren’t I?” She said calmly. “Was it you who left the ladder for me?”
He just looked at her, his eyes squinting angrily.
“Oh, Beaden, that was very sweet of you” Vilven said warmly as she went in for a hug. His arms finally uncrossed to push her away with a distasteful grunt, then he stomped off to go below deck.
Vilven just smiled at his back, as she used her magic to dry herself. The day turning to night as they sailed toward their destination.
They traveled for two more days until they finally reached the port of Willant. As they approached the docks, Vilven noticed that the town was a similar size to Warden. It even had a similar aesthetic, even the people looked similar. But there was a warmth they were greeted with which she did not expect. The elves were just as beautiful, tall and angular, but seemed much more relaxed than those in Warden. Their hair, eyes, and clothes were more earthy in tone, mostly rich browns, dark greens, and warm yellows. The energy was more that of nature, trees and plants sprouting in an unruly manner around charming, dark brown, wood structures.
“Are they elves, Grid? They seem different.” Vilven asked him quietly as they walked off the the boat . Beaden and Cho arguing over their bows behind them.
“They are indeed. Wood Elves.” Grid replied.
“They are different than the ones in Warden?” She asked, wanting more explanation, as Cho reluctantly switched bows with Beaden.
“Unlike the High Elves, the Wood Elves do not look down on races that are not their own.” Grid said knowledgeably. “They’re a warm, colorful people with great respect for the trees and world around them.”
Vilven smiled in approval, and became excited to learn more.
“So, Lads, where to first?” Grid called behind him at the two rangers.
“A tavern.” Beaden replied, quickly and bitterly.
Vilven Art by @Living_Silver