An unsettling glimpse of the past......

There are many things that Dalanor had expected when he entered the tomb that bore the mark of phaethon, but actually stumbling across a portion of his memory and someone he had both known and trusted? There was nothing to prepare him for that.
When Dalanor had entered that small room, he found himself thrust back in time to witness an exchange with an Eladrin woman named Neeala. This exchange came during the time just before the council was to pass judgement on him for his transgression.....and she had tried to comfort him, however there was nothing to be done for it.....Dalanor was a cautious, suspicious man, even before he had been cast from Greystar. As the events played out in his mind, he took note that even through her comforting words, Neeala also felt ill at ease about the actions of the council in regards to his trial, so, with this small portion of his memory returned, he felt even m ore questions arise.....especially in regards to the last thing he remembered her saying.....and that would be why he had felt the need to travel to Kharan Has. He at least now knew what he was looking for.....and how to get more of the answers he sought.....

Snapping back to the present, he found himself staring at the three corpses before him. One of the Eladrin wore a pendant fashioned into the shape of a great white owl, and he had decided to take it. The symbol was that of the Order of The White Owls, a council of powerful wizards within Greystar.....that was the only knowledge he had retained from his time in the feywild....that, and the fact that he had been a Junior member of the council.....and now, he was cast out. The pendant, though not his, was something that he recognized and it gave him comfort. He cared not if the Eladrin would be angered were he to be seen wearing it.....he merely needed the comfort. As the group turned to leave the room, he sighed, turning back to look at the body of Neeala speaking in elven......

"Ai shor vaeres, Ai vystori. Ai shor mi sai air sar o eisi vydaesia jhar sai vaer....."

("I will return, I promise. I will see to it that you are properly laid to rest.....")

He slowly approached her body, a saddened look upon his face.....

"Ai eidylyndroji thys aelaeseirol sar car cadaelaer.....nairisiaria, o shor thysoli ti. Ai por byr shal sai cali sai taer o eindral jhoji sor....riar Ai maes sai o, Shaelalal shor cali mysti aezalol sai pai, vaendrasaer os tia marer os jhas saesaes eistyl si Aeladol. Tae Tysaelyl kedi os mosor eil thysaelaes cyr o shorol cor aestali....."

("I appologize for everything that has happened.....hopefully, you will forgive me. I did not want to have to meet you again like this....but I swear to you, Brennavan will have some explaining to do, regardless of my status or lack thereof among the Eladrin. May Correlon guide your spirit and forever hold you within his embrace.....")

With those words, he turned to catch up with the others, seeing them waiting right outside of the door. He was certain that they had heard him, but he cared not.....he had no shame. He would be the one to perform her burial......and not only the rights, but he would physically dig her grave with his own hands........

((That is all I have for you this week, and as for the translations, there is a handy tool that I have hidden in my bookmarks list that you would all enjoy.....an elven translator....hehe. Enjoy.....especially you chris. Here it is........http://www.coveworld.net/eberron/aerenal_translator.html ))