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Sinessa of Gladius, an individual whose tattoos marked her as a former slave of Thay. There was also Silk, a slim girl whose dark clothing and graceful movements made the rapier she carried doubly dangerous. Finally, Jordan of Tymora, whose healing spells and defensive magics had saved their lives' time and again.\n\nOnassin glanced at Silk, the girl couldn't be more than seventeen but the pain lining her face made her seem older. She had been struck down by a poisoned blade and only by sheer willpower had she managed to ride this far. Sinessa also held an arm tightly to her side, holding broken ribs into place. All of them had been wounded in the last battle, but hope was not far off if the words of an amber eyed innkeeper were true.\n\n\"If you are hurt, or need a place to rest, just within the south east border of the Misty Wood is a small village. Look for a stream leading to a pond with a small island in the center. Just north of it is the village. It is called Sanctuary.\" The half elf had smiled then. \"Don't be surprised at whom you find there, and don't offer violence to anyone. The folk there are good and will offer aid if you need it. There you will find shelter and rest if the dangers of the High Moors prove to be too much.\" The female half elf had also offered several other pieces of advice on what they would find in the High Moor. Onassin still hadn't been able to figure out how she'd known where they were going and what they'd planned to do.\n\"Just hold on a bit longer.\" Jordan, who was out of healing spells, pleaded. \"If Tymora smiles on us we'll reach the village soon\"\nThey'd reached the tree line and soon found a pond fitting the innkeeper's description. Heading north they did find the village. However nothing could have prepared them for what they found there. A family of orcs waved at them and called friendly greetings in common. Two goblins were working on a chair with a tall man. A hobgoblin was watching with interest a sword fight between a drow and a moon elf. Another elf was playing the flute and watching the same fight.\n\nThey had no sooner passed the first two huts when the drow woman and elf stopped the fight and with a grin for the applauding hobgoblin approached the newcomers.\nThe drow female possessed very long silver hair and rose eyes. Her skin was a purplish black. She wore a lacy black gown and rested her long sword casually on her shoulder. Her face wore a welcoming smile and it warmed the weary travelers against their better judgment.\nThe moon elf was also a female bearing a scimitar and an arm length tattoo of a cheetah. Her hair was also long, though brown and her eyes dark green. She too was smiling and said something in a sibilant tongue to her companion.\n\n\"Welcome,\" the drow woman said gaily. \"I'm Alauniira of Eilistraee, and this is Shenandoah.\" Onassin looked desperately at the drow woman and hoped that the innkeeper had been right. \"We were told that this is where we would find Sanctuary?\" His voice was both questioning and hopeful. \"We need help.\" Alauniira's eyes had already moved past him to the rest of the company, taking in Silk's sway of exhaustion, Sinessa's stiff posture and the wounds the rest of them bore.\n\"Shen help me get her down.\" Alauniira said quickly, to her elven sparring partner. The elf moved to take the girl from her horse. Sinessa dismounted without aid but apparently was sorry for it a moment later as she grimaced and clutched at her rib cage.\n\"Poison,\" the female warrior wheezed out. \"She was poisoned.\"\nAlauniira immediately knelt beside the dark clothed girl and began the prayer that would neutralize the poison in the body. Shen, one of the orcs, and an elderly gnome fellow helped the company from their horses and others appeared to lead the weary animals away.\nWhen the prayer was done Silk still lay unmoving and one of the orc children asked tentatively. \"Dark Lady? She be all right?\" \"Yes Erga,\" the priestess replied with a fond smile. \"She'll be fine. She sleeps now.\"\nOnassin breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Lucas who'd been pale with worry. He and Silk had been lovers for some time now. The warrior was pumping the drow woman's hand in thanks, obviously incoherent with relief. The other members of the company looked around in wonderment now that the danger of death had passed. Even though they were safe, they couldn't help but wonder. What was this place?\n\n\n\nSanctuary is what its name implies. Located where the Misty Woods join the High Moor about three days ride east of Daggerford. It is a place to belong for those who feel they do not belong any where else. Any being of any race and any goodly religion may come and live in peace and harmony with themselves and their neighbors. It is a place where one can go and rest, away from the rigors of the world. Sanctuary is a place where spiritual, mental, emotional, and physical rest are found. A place where one can feel safe and sheltered for as long as one may need.\n\nSanctuary was founded in 1364DR by Alauniira, a priestess of Eilistraee. As a drow on the surface world Alauniira understood how many people are judged by prejudices and not by their individuality. To this end Alauniira founded Sanctuary where anybody of good intent could live in a community of friends. There are many gods worshipped or venerated within Sanctuary. By far the goddess worshipped the most is Eilistraee.\n\nThere are twelve priestesses, or Dark Ladies, of Eilistraee. Alauniira and these twelve serve as Sanctuary's guiding hand. They do this by initiating most worship rituals, hunts, revels; they also provide both physical and spiritual healing. Sanctuary is also a base of operations for the Knights of Twilight (qv).\n\nSanctuary lies on 20 acres of a peaceful glade within the Misty Wood. Sanctuary is no more than a cluster of huts and small cabins nestled haphazardly amongst the trees. Though primitive, the hand of the drow and elves can be seen in the simple beauty the huts contain. Many are built around the trees with branches still growing through the roofs. These homes radiate out from the central part of Sanctuary, a large clearing about thirty yards in diameter. This clearing is where most grand feasts and revels are held. In the true spirit of Eilistraee these usually involve a large bonfire and a lot of dancing.\n\nSanctuary is much like any other village until a close look is taken at the inhabitants. Several differences are almost immediately discernible. Sanctuary is more closely attuned to the harmonies of the forest surrounding it. The clearing at the center of the village is a natural one and the ancient trees were left undisturbed.\n\nThere are two large ponds close to the clearing, one, Pixie's Ocean, has a stream called The Run leading into it from the north and then running from Pixie's Ocean to Elfwood Pond. The Elfwood Pond has a small tree clad island in the center; Culton's Creek feeds the Elfwood and Sword's Edge stream runs off of it to the south.\n\nAbout a mile south and a little west of Elfwood Pond is Shield Hill, a large mound set like a round shield among the trees.\n\nMany of the residents have tilled their own gardens of varying sizes. The harvests of which are shared openly amongst all of Sanctuary. Similarly the hunters share their bounty as well. The folk here, though many are racial enemies, are kind and accepting. If a helping hand is needed it is usually offered without hesitation. There are shrines of many of the gods worshipped by the residents scattered throughout the woods. There are no shops or mercantile exchange within Sanctuary. Every couple of months or so a trader will bring supplies, many of which will be bartered with meat, vegetables or furs. As the residents are free to come and go as they please, trade and news of the realms is never wanting. Visitors are welcomed with open arms. As news of Sanctuary's hospitality grows, more and more travelers through the Misty Wood try to stop at there. 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