"My home was - and always will be - the grove where The Verdant grew the tree of their love. From within that tree, the couple make their home and life flourishes around it. Their influence over the forest is such that the trees dance in their presence and creatures from all around come to see them." Tallgrass shakes his head momentarily before returning, "Listen to me prattle on like a child. Yours is not the type for whimsical tales. More to the point, centaurs have become the most numerous allies to The Verdant. Caleandron is the leader among them and he seems to have grown more and more defensive in the past month since I left."
"Believe me, if we can help The Verdant, they will render whatever aid they can. I truly fear for my Lord since I have not seen him in a long time. My Lady is a pale shadow of her former self, thoigh she will not see it."
Tallgrass takes a few deep drags from his pipe and smiles at Caelynn's outbursts and swings of personality. "At one time, The Verdant were mortals such as we are. Nature has a beautiful way of preserving those who do it the most good. While they are no longer mortal, they are not gods by any means and are still subject to nature's laws. Could it be that death and age have finally taken my Lord? Perhaps. However, he showed no sign of waning before his dissapearance. I had considered also some corrupting influence, but I couldn't fathom what it could be." To the final point, he smiles again momentarily, "I have heard the name Szazzul before, but I thought him simply a new king of lizardfolk. If it is a new dragon in the woods, I would have no idea of how to kill it. Keep it from flying and stab it in the heart?"
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Perrin approaches Tallgrass and extends his hands towards him. A pale glow from the hands begins to soften the stitches of the tattered cloths (Mending). While casting, he wonders aloud:
"That great tree... I should be able to commune with it. It is one of the oldest living things in the forest and may know what has gone wrong.
Maybe even... No, I don't have an agate gem. Still, talking to it would be worthwhile."
Turning to Vaike:
"You are still hungry? I think we do not have time for a long break, but I could get some goodberries"
Vaike looks deep in thought and absentmindly points at the Goliath.
“He’s the hungry one, I know we’re both tall and strong, but I think we are still easy enough to distinguish.” He finishes teasingly. That is bad, Vaike only gets jokey and chummy like one he is under extreme stress.
Vaike absent mind-idly rubs his hair with his hand and reasons aloud. “Okay, so no immediate power boosts or magic items, but were still talking to just the warden. Possibly one of the pseudo nature spirits have some type of boon they can grant us, or even centaurs, they pretty magical and focus more on moon stuff right? They could divine something up for us, we could even ask for a scry session, that’s in their area of expertise right?
Vaike turns to his companions and clasps his hands. “Okay, Captain, Warden, other friends, I say let’s fix the forest, that is probably on the way of killing the dragon or master magic user or whatever is threatening the forest anyways.”
Tallgrass gives thanks to Perrin along with a sly smirk, "My friend, you and I are very alike. You should've just asked," he pulls a large rucksack from his tent and roots around until he produces a small bag. He tips it on end and a myriad of semi-precious to mundane stones fall into his hand, "Do any of these suit your purpose?" Two small agates are found among the collection, "As I said, I am sometimes called Tallgrass the Warden. I do protect when it is needed, but it also means I am a steward of the forest. As such, I take interest in all manner of rocks, gems, plants, and animals. I have spoken to animals and trees all my life, but The Great One has never spoken to me. It's not out of disrespect or lack of skill, just that it is more like a grandparent watching its children."
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"So, how do we proceed?. We go and try to help your Lord or we take out the lizarmen leader and as many of them as we can? How do we help better the Verdant?"
"You have mentioned a dragon, yes? If one is leading the lizardmen, they still cannot stop The Verdant alone. Legend tells of a dragon who tried: He was enveloped by the very trees before he could take flight. There are allies beyond simple creatures. If the lizardmen seek to invade," Tallgrass leans in and holds his hand near the fire, "They would need to *try* and burn the forest instead."
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Tallgrass is quick to break camp and bury his fire; this is apparently a very familiar process for him. He sets out at a quick stride of one who has grown very accustomed to difficult terrain and his pace is hard to match at times. Every so often, he pauses to consider his surroundings or hum a little tune. Surprisingly, the trip takes about three hours, "You were lucky to find me, friends," he muses, "The forest has a way of losing travelers and The Verdant keep their home closely hidden from unwanted eyes."
Over the next hour, a new life seems to bleed from the forest. The last few days gave an impression of distant watchfullness. Now it seemed as though the forest is actively surveying you as a crowd watches a parade. Tallgrass leads you to the bank of a small creek and calls across the few feet of water, "Willowwill the Doorman, it is Tallgrass, Friend of the Land. Please grant me access that I may see my Lady and her Lord." A minute passes, then another. Tallgrass holds a finger up and smiles to stall any questions, "I know you can hear me! It would be a shame if something were to happen to your drinking water again..."
In an instant, a tree shivers to life across the water. Arms fold out and a face emerges from various cracks and lines, "You were always an uppity one, but you're not stupid." The tree's voice is pinched, as though it does not want to move its mouth. You can come across, but go no further. Your companions must stay over there."
As though it were a personal slight, Talgrass stands his ground, "Why can't I enter? You know this is my home, no matter what horse-head thinks." He folds his arms in defiance.
The tree shakes its head and folds its arms, "This is no longer your home. Even The Lady has denied you access." At this, Tallgrass leaps into the ankle-deep water and strides across. It is clear he doesn't want to shout across the forest, but has become quite flustered by the living tree.
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
“This is going south very quickly “ says Myrthas to Tallgras. “Are you sure you want to go ther alone? If we have, we will fight, but I don’t want to attack, less to kill, any of the Verdan’t defenders. “ he doesn’t care if the tree hears him. In fact he hopes he does.
Perrin walks over towards the tree without slowing down. His staff emits a pale glow and leaves swirl around it (Druidcraft).
"A nature guardian would deny access to a circle druid? And refuse to even acknowledge him? That is just rude, if nothing else.
I have seen this area from the sky before and the aura I felt was not pleasant. I will find out what is wrong with this place from the great tree and you will let me through."
Tallgrass is having a heated argument with the treant over access to the vale. The name Caleandron is almost at the center of the conversation. It seems that he has become the new warden of the forest and is strict in maintaining its borders.
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Perrin walks over towards the tree without slowing down. His staff emits a pale glow and leaves swirl around it (Druidcraft).
"A nature guardian would deny access to a circle druid? And refuse to even acknowledge him? That is just rude, if nothing else.
I have seen this this are from the sky before and the aura I felt was not pleasant. I will find out what is wrong with this place from the great tree and you will let me through."
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Willowwill seems shaken, "I-I apologize, I d-did not know T-Tallgrass has s-sought such assistance. Nothing wrong with it mind you, just not expected to be seen so soon. I thought it would be years before one of your strength would come along." The treant leans in toward Tallgrass, "If I let you all through and Caleandron finds out, you better tell him that Deeproot let you pass. I won't stand in his way," he nods to Perrin, "But I'm not taking the fall for you."
Tallgrass pats the treant's barky chest with his fist, "I will, but you should know that my exile is unjustified. It's not blasphemy to try and see your Lord when he suddenly goes missing or to make the Lady see that something is wrong."
Willowwill gives a shrug, "So you say, maybe others are spinning lies to bolden the story. However be careful. Something is seeping into the soil that no one can deny. I feel it even here and now, it's like the very water is...different. There is sickness in the vale and it has caused the centaurs to ride further for both food and water. If the horsemen don't listen, plea to my people instead. They know rock and soil more and have been sworn to The Verdant for ages before the centaur."
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
As Kyrthas starts to cross, he feels a tug on his belt and then the straps of his pack. As the Goliath turns his head, he sees Gridolpho perched on his back.
“What? No sense’n botha us gettin’ our boots wet.”
Sohyme reluctantly wades across the waters walking past the he want and smiling slightly stopping briefly. Turning to the treat Sohyme quietly says "I won t let the forest die." And continues on her way.
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Tallgrass addresses all preaent in turn:
"My home was - and always will be - the grove where The Verdant grew the tree of their love. From within that tree, the couple make their home and life flourishes around it. Their influence over the forest is such that the trees dance in their presence and creatures from all around come to see them." Tallgrass shakes his head momentarily before returning, "Listen to me prattle on like a child. Yours is not the type for whimsical tales. More to the point, centaurs have become the most numerous allies to The Verdant. Caleandron is the leader among them and he seems to have grown more and more defensive in the past month since I left."
"Believe me, if we can help The Verdant, they will render whatever aid they can. I truly fear for my Lord since I have not seen him in a long time. My Lady is a pale shadow of her former self, thoigh she will not see it."
Tallgrass takes a few deep drags from his pipe and smiles at Caelynn's outbursts and swings of personality. "At one time, The Verdant were mortals such as we are. Nature has a beautiful way of preserving those who do it the most good. While they are no longer mortal, they are not gods by any means and are still subject to nature's laws. Could it be that death and age have finally taken my Lord? Perhaps. However, he showed no sign of waning before his dissapearance. I had considered also some corrupting influence, but I couldn't fathom what it could be." To the final point, he smiles again momentarily, "I have heard the name Szazzul before, but I thought him simply a new king of lizardfolk. If it is a new dragon in the woods, I would have no idea of how to kill it. Keep it from flying and stab it in the heart?"
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Perrin approaches Tallgrass and extends his hands towards him. A pale glow from the hands begins to soften the stitches of the tattered cloths (Mending). While casting, he wonders aloud:
"That great tree... I should be able to commune with it. It is one of the oldest living things in the forest and may know what has gone wrong.
Maybe even... No, I don't have an agate gem. Still, talking to it would be worthwhile."
Turning to Vaike:
"You are still hungry? I think we do not have time for a long break, but I could get some goodberries"
Vaike looks deep in thought and absentmindly points at the Goliath.
“He’s the hungry one, I know we’re both tall and strong, but I think we are still easy enough to distinguish.” He finishes teasingly. That is bad, Vaike only gets jokey and chummy like one he is under extreme stress.
Vaike absent mind-idly rubs his hair with his hand and reasons aloud. “Okay, so no immediate power boosts or magic items, but were still talking to just the warden. Possibly one of the pseudo nature spirits have some type of boon they can grant us, or even centaurs, they pretty magical and focus more on moon stuff right? They could divine something up for us, we could even ask for a scry session, that’s in their area of expertise right?
Vaike turns to his companions and clasps his hands. “Okay, Captain, Warden, other friends, I say let’s fix the forest, that is probably on the way of killing the dragon or master magic user or whatever is threatening the forest anyways.”
"Yes we are easy to distinguish. I am the pretty one!" answers Mirthas to Vaike and laughs.
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Tallgrass gives thanks to Perrin along with a sly smirk, "My friend, you and I are very alike. You should've just asked," he pulls a large rucksack from his tent and roots around until he produces a small bag. He tips it on end and a myriad of semi-precious to mundane stones fall into his hand, "Do any of these suit your purpose?" Two small agates are found among the collection, "As I said, I am sometimes called Tallgrass the Warden. I do protect when it is needed, but it also means I am a steward of the forest. As such, I take interest in all manner of rocks, gems, plants, and animals. I have spoken to animals and trees all my life, but The Great One has never spoken to me. It's not out of disrespect or lack of skill, just that it is more like a grandparent watching its children."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"So, how do we proceed?. We go and try to help your Lord or we take out the lizarmen leader and as many of them as we can? How do we help better the Verdant?"
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"You have mentioned a dragon, yes? If one is leading the lizardmen, they still cannot stop The Verdant alone. Legend tells of a dragon who tried: He was enveloped by the very trees before he could take flight. There are allies beyond simple creatures. If the lizardmen seek to invade," Tallgrass leans in and holds his hand near the fire, "They would need to *try* and burn the forest instead."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"Let's go to the Verdant then. Let's see what happens to your Lady and found your Lord. Cap?"
(OOC: I really hope that the leader of the lizardmen is a dragon and not the "Lord". If that's the case that would be... difficult.)
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Now . . .
"Yes, I think so. Not a dryad, hm?" I turn and bow ironically to Tallgrass. "After you, friend."
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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Tallgrass is quick to break camp and bury his fire; this is apparently a very familiar process for him. He sets out at a quick stride of one who has grown very accustomed to difficult terrain and his pace is hard to match at times. Every so often, he pauses to consider his surroundings or hum a little tune. Surprisingly, the trip takes about three hours, "You were lucky to find me, friends," he muses, "The forest has a way of losing travelers and The Verdant keep their home closely hidden from unwanted eyes."
Over the next hour, a new life seems to bleed from the forest. The last few days gave an impression of distant watchfullness. Now it seemed as though the forest is actively surveying you as a crowd watches a parade. Tallgrass leads you to the bank of a small creek and calls across the few feet of water, "Willowwill the Doorman, it is Tallgrass, Friend of the Land. Please grant me access that I may see my Lady and her Lord." A minute passes, then another. Tallgrass holds a finger up and smiles to stall any questions, "I know you can hear me! It would be a shame if something were to happen to your drinking water again..."
In an instant, a tree shivers to life across the water. Arms fold out and a face emerges from various cracks and lines, "You were always an uppity one, but you're not stupid." The tree's voice is pinched, as though it does not want to move its mouth. You can come across, but go no further. Your companions must stay over there."
As though it were a personal slight, Talgrass stands his ground, "Why can't I enter? You know this is my home, no matter what horse-head thinks." He folds his arms in defiance.
The tree shakes its head and folds its arms, "This is no longer your home. Even The Lady has denied you access." At this, Tallgrass leaps into the ankle-deep water and strides across. It is clear he doesn't want to shout across the forest, but has become quite flustered by the living tree.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
“This is going south very quickly “ says Myrthas to Tallgras. “Are you sure you want to go ther alone? If we have, we will fight, but I don’t want to attack, less to kill, any of the Verdan’t defenders. “ he doesn’t care if the tree hears him. In fact he hopes he does.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Perrin walks over towards the tree without slowing down. His staff emits a pale glow and leaves swirl around it (Druidcraft).
"A nature guardian would deny access to a circle druid? And refuse to even acknowledge him? That is just rude, if nothing else.
I have seen this area from the sky before and the aura I felt was not pleasant. I will find out what is wrong with this place from the great tree and you will let me through."
Tallgrass is having a heated argument with the treant over access to the vale. The name Caleandron is almost at the center of the conversation. It seems that he has become the new warden of the forest and is strict in maintaining its borders.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Perrin nods to the the treant,
"Thank you. I promise we will not let the forest be poisoned. We will we will find the source of this corruption and purge it."
Turning to his companions,
"What are we waiting for? Let's go."
The goliath starts to cross following Tallgrass and nods to the treant as he pass alongside it, being mindful to have his hands away from his axe.
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As Kyrthas starts to cross, he feels a tug on his belt and then the straps of his pack. As the Goliath turns his head, he sees Gridolpho perched on his back.
“What? No sense’n botha us gettin’ our boots wet.”
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Sohyme reluctantly wades across the waters walking past the he want and smiling slightly stopping briefly. Turning to the treat Sohyme quietly says "I won t let the forest die." And continues on her way.
Kyrthas chuckles from Gridolpho’s comment
“ Fine, next time at Bride’s Bridge ale is on you. No sense botha payin “ he smiles positioning his gear to help the halfling go on his back,
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