Which Elf is Darkest? (Camp & Hamadryad)

[Campion]

Lanolyt, Elven Ranger of the Western Marches, Pathfinder, rescuer of the lost, champion of the weak, courageous in the midst of peril...was lost, in trouble and despairing.

There had been many recent Orcish incursions into the surrounding area, and he'd traced their origin back to this cave. It appeared to be part of an absolutely massive underground network. After some days of carefully cloaking himself and killing darker demihumans when discovered, he had been headed back to the entrance.

Unfortunately, just when he'd gotten in sight of it, a deep temblor had struck the area. As the waves of the massive earthquake came through, the main entrance was utterly collapsed, as was the tunnel back to the area where he'd mapped. Only an unknown passage remained open to him.

He also had had a large rock fall on his foot, and had managed to get it out only by twisting his ankle. Lovely. Standing at 5'9", he was not overwhelming, yet his body contained tightly packed muscles from continuous time outdoors exploring. He pushed his chocolate brown curly hair back from his face and his gray eyes probed the darkness, infravision in use to see anyone or anything.

Then he heard it off to the side. A cough as someone else inhaled the impact dust from the collapse. He decided to risk contact. After all, currently he was screwed well and truly. In the common tongue, his measured voice rang out, giving no clue that he was wounded. "Hello. Elven Warrior here. I think we both are in a bad situation. Is there a person there?"

Just in case, he had his bow strung and his long sword ready to draw.

 

[Hamadryad]

Tanith coughed into her delicate, gray hand, the dust of the cavern swirling around her as the final pieces of sediment fell into their places. Her first feeling was shock, then embarrassment, and then straight anger. It was an easy task, track down the Elven intruder and subdue him for questioning, yet even in such a basic assignment she had failed.

"Curses," she uttered under her breath, "Why must you always forsake me Goddess?". Her hands brushed down along her curvaceous frame, scattering dust and dirt to the floor. Luckily she had escaped injury, a fact at which she was most surprised. Thin fingers swept through her beautiful white hair, casting some rubble aside. The Drow was short, only about 5'6 tall, though she made up for her height in her stunning body and chiselled, pristine features.

Tanith barely had any time to take in her surroundings before she heard the voice, a sweet voice, characteristic of an elf sounding from beyond some fallen rocks. Detection, the last thing she wanted on this mission, apart from a cave-in of course. Her first thought was to action, combat and the forceful silence of this cretin, though her Drow intuition got the better of her and saw a better course of action in dialogue.

"I am here. Who goes there? Are you well?" she called out, feigning a concern for her fellow trap-victim's wellbeing.

 

[Campion]

Lan's heart leaped in his chest. Praise Meilikki, a fellow elf! Her accent was a little odd, but He'd traveled a good ways himself to get here.
Perhaps she was one of the reclusive wild elves.

As the rubble settled and the dust drifted down, his eyes perceived the dull glow of her body. A very well sculpted form she had indeed. This was the first elf He'd encountered and she was a welcome sight. Her illumined hair appeared to be quite bright. Perhaps she was from the North, where platinum blond was the norm. He wondered if she was pale or tanned. No matter.

"Milady, while I sorrow for you at the misfortune that has trapped you as well as myself, it is a strong comfort to not be alone in this place of gloom. As to my well being, I have been struck by falling rock and my foot is damaged. I question my ability to walk upon it without a crutch or healing. While a capable warrior and well supplied, I know only the .most minor of healing magic. This kind of wound seems to have broken bone. Would it be too much to hope that you are a priestess and healer. I note no edged weapons upon you, so surely you must be a spellcaster to come into this fell place."
He shifted in place and used both hands to gently place his damaged foot up on a rock where it could be seen.
"I hight Lanolyt, Ranger scout. I came here to discover the nature of the orc kin who have been plaguing the surface world nearby. Is there any way you can assist? I have food and water both for some time.
I offer you a gods oath of peace and mutual support between us."
If she accepted, the two would be joined, for they were swearing by all gods, and the breaker of that oath would find themselves sorely cursed.

 

[Hamadryad]

Tanith rolled her deep purple eyes as the elf began to rave on about his purpose. Patiently she waited for him to finish, though he just kept on and on. She didn't even have to torture him to get him to spill the beans, a fact at which she was most surprised.

Though finally, his speech was at an end and she had to respond with expertly feigned enthusiasm, "Well met Lanolyt, I am Tanith. Unfortunately I do not possess any healing abilities, but I am definetely interested in getting out of this devastating scenario with your aid".

 

[Campion]

Lan looked at her with some newly formed scepticism. She was looking like a priestess, but had no healing spells?
"A pity that you can't help." He cast Cure Light Wounds upon himself and the swelling went down, but it would not repair crushed bone.

He bound the foot up tightly , then began to build a fire. Soon after that, he crawled on to a large flat boulder to lie down and rest. "I don't suppose you'd like to tell me what you are doing here or where you come from. Since I can't walk, I also don't expect you to stay here with someone you don't know. If you find a way out, I doubt anyone will want to take the risk of coming to find me, but maybe they could dig me out from the outside with the proper tools. I don't hold out much hope."

He sat and didn't look at her. Accepting his expected fate like the warrior he was.