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Time: 9 am, Soller
Location: Greenhouse in Roshmi City
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Equipment: Sword, bow and arrows, small knife, wayfinder, fire kit, flask, and a pouch with about 120 amas.[/color]
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[color=B7E3B6]Inhale. Exhale. Focus. A small orb of light flickered, barely bright enough to illuminate the face of the elf who held it suspended between his hands. The sun’s warmth shone down through the trees of the grand greenhouse of Roshmi City, a perfect spot for training and meditation. Orias had been at it for hours, trying to focus, and in theory, this was both the ideal spot and day to train with his magic. Soller, a day held holy to the sun god Solaris, the strength of the sun shone more brightly on this day than any other, and yet Orias could not manage to create and contain enough light to even outshine a lone candle. Even the day itself had already been darkened by the night before; a broadcast sent out by the dark elves showing the murders of three different princes and a light elf general. 

[color=1BC617][i]Three princes when it should’ve been four. Shouldn’t have been Talindar. She died in my place. Hiding here like a coward, another price paid by a better elf for my mistakes…[/i][/color]

The orb of light flickered out and vanished. Only the light from the sun shone upon him, his own light continued to fail him, growing dimmer as time crept by. Despite his constant prayers to Solaris his god continued to deem him unworthy of magic that had once come without a second thought. He tried again but failed to even create an orb to focus on this time. Inhale. Exhale. Orias couldn’t focus, couldn’t clear his head. He had known Talindar, a dear friend to his sisters, a great leader to elves, and he watched her die just so the Twin Head Dragon could make their grand declaration, for a show of blood to suit their macabre dramatics. Three princes, each from one of the major kingdoms, he should’ve been the fourth, but the world already thought him dead. 

Orias had not regretted his absence, his family thrived without him there to further drag the Biren name into the mud. Now that had changed, had he stayed it could’ve just been him, throat reopened and the ending that should’ve been his would not have passed to another. His people would have still had Talindar to help lead them through dark times. Now his sisters would bear that burden and he knew they would do everything for their people. He stood, closed his eyes, and held his face towards the sun, towards the god that had turned his back on Orias. 

[color=1BC617][i]Solaris, guide my actions. Give me clarity. Illuminate my path.[/i][/color]

Orias no longer had control of his breath, shallow and haggard rather than control he’d had over it moments before. No sign or voice from a god was needed for an answer he already knew, but the fear of it was paralyzing. He waited for anything to happen, desperate for a cloud to obscure the sun, anything that he could interpret as a sign to do nothing. 

But the sun simply shone with all its brilliance. He once thought he had chosen the hard path, to forsake a life of ease and luxury for toil and simplicity. But he had only given up things he had never really wanted, he had taken the easy way out the first chance he had. He knew that, he had only ever refused to accept it. The hard path was returning home, facing the chance that he might be discovered, and finding a place to help his people in the war effort. No matter what he did or didn’t do, war would come to all parts of Avalia, the dark elves and their terrible display had seen to that, they were more than just a light elf problem now.

[color=1BC617][i]Solaris, keep me hidden amongst my people, we both know you’ve done little else for me.[/i][/color] 

Respectful prayers had never earned him favor with his god, maybe he needed to be a little more demanding to grab the sun god’s attention. Orias figured it was worth a shot. His footsteps were heavy as he left the greenhouse. Those he passed in the city seemed to share the sentiment that this solstice was not a holiday to be enjoyed; the longest day of light would signal the beginning of a lot of darkness.[/color]