Ithlinnnyl Angelotic was finding the city of Char Sara to be quiet, far more quieter than that of even the slow paced Longview. For being a religious center for the majority of the country, the city moved at a snails pace and there was the eerie lack of noises of any kind coming from the streets. No conversations, no pets making hay, not even the tap of the heavy footed humans and dwarves, it was as if the city itself was dead, or asleep. It was not what she was expecting when she had picked up and left everything she had built up in Longview. The only day there was any sign of life from the denizens was that opening day of the World Cup when the national team was playing against some debutant to the Finals. For a brief twelve hours that day, there had been a vibrant and thriving soul to the city, but that was quickly diminished the following morning, as if the previous day's occurrence had been nothing but a dream. It irked the young elf quite a bit that an entire city's populace could be in such a lethargic state and nothing was doing anything about it. Did the rest of the country not know what was going on with the citizens of one of the most important cities in the country? If they did, was there simply nothing that they could do, or was there even a concern among those in the higher powers about the anomaly? Everything about the entire situation was felt terribly wrong to her, and she decided to do something about it even if no one else seemed to be doing so.
The ominous shadow that the fabled Mount Sumarja cast over the region had kept her still until now. The idea that so many divine and supernatural things were concentrated in a single space, albeit at different altitudes, frightened here just enough to keep her silent and still. Even as wounded as she was with the loss of her family, she was still a strong and bold woman, one who had previously had dreams of running the Angelotic House as a matriarch like her mother. That boldness finally ebbed away at her fear and she began the trek to the mountain that was just a handful of miles away from the city. She didn't know if she really believed that one could be banished to the Seven Elvish Hells or transcend to the Gray Havens at this strange mountain, but she did know that the High Priestess' Temple was inside the cave complexes. Surely the leader of the nation's faith would take action against such a demeanor among the people of the faith's goddess?
The climb to the caves looked far easier than she had anticipated it to be. She had brought along rock climbing gear thinking that she was going to have to scale the mountain, but there at the base of the mountain was a staircase. It was dusty and each step quite steep, but the staircase was there and winding up to around the halfway point of the mountain, where it was clear a series of caves was placed. Ithlinnnyl was sure that these caves were surely the entrance to the Temple, and proceeded cautiously up the side of the mountain. She had nearly slipped after a handful of steps upwards when her hand grasped a pile of dirt instead of the hard surface of the staircase, causing her to have to quickly grab a hold with her other hand before losing her balance. The rest of her journey upside the staircase was uneventful, if not for it being a long, rugged, and tiring process. She had left Char Sara at the break of dawn, and as she pulled herself over the edge of the last step and into the entrance of the caves, the sky hard darkened to a navy blue with a crescent moon providing just enough light for her to see that the entrance to the caves had in fact been doored off. Where there should have been a vast, dark, and empty space instead stood a sparkling marble door, with images of bows, stars, and a single large tree built into it. Standing in front of the door was a robed figure who stepped forward just enough to reveal long, silver hair draping out from her hood.
"Welcome Ithlinnnyl, the High Priestess is waiting for you tales."
