Flint runs forward to the edge of the stream next to Gelin. With Cyrnair leading the charge after the fleeing troll, the cleric begins winding up as if about to throw a punch at the air. "Hunters be guided!"he says as his arm extends forward. A streak of silver light then flows from his fist towards the fleeing troll.
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Cyrnair's bolt with the Inspiration of Gelin slams into the back of the Troll, searing a hole into its shoulder-blade. A faint aura covers over the creature.
Attack: 25 Damage: 11
Just in case you crit Flint..
Almost instantly, Flint casts another guiding bolt, which impacts the other side of the Troll. It looks heavily wounded, but is still running away.
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In case of Crit: Attack: 13 Damage: 26
Gelin runs after the Troll, just barely catching up to it with his greataxe. With 2 hands, he swings down on it. As the flames of his axe connect with the oil covered Troll, it busts into flames. It desperately tries to put itself out, but it is already dead from the axe imbedded in its spine. It slumps into the water, and steam hisses from the stream as the oily fire mixes with the water. The troll continues to immolate where the water does not touch, until there is a weird mixture of dirty charcoal water and bits of Troll flesh that start to partially clog the deeper waters of the stream.
With that, we are out of initiative, and you are free to resume your travels.
The horses take a moment to calm and corral, but you continue on with Ky's guidance. After about 10 more minutes, there is a thin, female voice that comes from the woods. "Halt! Who trespasses our woods?"
Another voice, older and more commanding and resolute says, "Stay your bow woman! Eva'Din? is that you? It has been many moons since you have graced us with your presence!" A man walks out of the trees, almost invisible to the eye. He wears a cloak that seems to shift in and out of view, blending in with the surrounding terrain. As he pulls his cloak back, you can see it is a wood elf, looking to be in his 30's by human standards... slightly older then Ky by about 5 to 10 years (human terms). His armor looks to be of a deliberately faded scale mail, but the material looks to be extremely light, high quality, and covered with extremely fine runes.
He is shorter then Cyrnair by about 1/2 a head, but he is perhaps even wider in the shoulder and layered heavily with muscle. At his side, he carries a massive 2 handed war-hammer. Walking up to Ky, he takes a knee, head down to the earth. "Tell me Eva'Din, what brings you to our place once more. Is the world so bad?"
Looking up, he nods to all of the traveling companions of Ky. "I am known as Aeryn Wolfrunner. Welcome to Nah'Thair"
Caradoc claps Gelin on the back. "Great work, my friend! Now, put that axe to even better work... cleave off their heads and let us take them with us. We may need them if the guardians of this forest take a dislike to intruders." So when we ride forth, Cyrnair and Ky and Gelin each have a troll's head dangling from their saddle horn.
When we are challenged
Caradoc stares at the interesting display and bites his tongue to keep from blurting out something foolish before these strangers. Typical elves, though... worshipful to their own kind but barely noticing the rest of us... he thinks.
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Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid,Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions! I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Ky looks to her party members. "At ease friends. They are just doing their duty."
Looking back to the kneeling elf she says "None of that soldier," clearly looking uncomfortable. "I would ask that you not use my title. Ky or 'Lera would be fine. I have given up much of my titles to protect the planes. It seems that my title would not mean much now anyway. I hear that Winter has finally come to the Feywild. What of Nah'Thair?"
Looking back at her party members and seeing Cyrnair's obvious urge to keep moving, she says "Come soldier... Lead us to Nah'Thair. I will take lodging at your finest inn, and we will eat and drink, and you will tell me the ways of the leaves in this forest." Ky inclines her head slightly, giving the soldier respect, but looking to be giving the honor to a lesser. "We will also like to shop your wares. We move to an important and dangerous destination, and supplies would be appreciated.
Anyone that has been watching her for the past few days will notice that the wild, cat like grace and hunters movements have changed to that of a stiff upper back, and her nose held higher in the air. Her armor shifts from its standard studded leathers to that of a fine evening gown, shimmering in forest greens and browns, with lace and fabric that curls directly under her chin. The outfit is form fit, and fabric covers her entire body, other then a section around her chest that has an oval cutout to reveal just the upper peaks of her breasts. It looks like something you would see the wealthy of Neverwinter wear when going to a formal gathering. (In PM posts when we first started out, I had Ennis enchant me this armor. It is how we met. It is essentially what Gelin has, without the +1 bonus.... By the way Gelin... I will be wanting to trade with you for that armor one day lol!)
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Something like this, but the fabric covers her arms and her chest up to the neck, other then the section revealing some cleavage.
As they move forward, Ky will tell the party, "A customary greeting of the wood elves... "You will tell me the ways of the leaves in this forest.... it is an old way of saying, be at ease and tell me what is going on."
I would allow 2 heads. 1 is a charcoal briquette. The other one I would say is in tact. It is actually hard to get any troll parts in my world, due to having to pour acid or fire on them. So 1 of them may actually be worth something.
The Man stands as Ky tells him to and starts to interject, "But... Eva'd...." At the look from her face, he says, "As you wish... Ky'leira... Though you should know when we are within the walks of Nah'Thair, I will call you by your title... I will be punished by my overseers to display such disgrace. My eyes would be lowered... well... for eternity."
As she says "You will tell me the ways of the leaves in this forest" he does noticeably calm, though his gaze never meets Ky's eyes. He starts to lead you a bit northward and then east once more through the woods. While traveling, his eyes never stop scanning the woods. In the distance, you hear wolves start to howl. You watch as the elf casts a spell and listens. After a moment he says, "It appears my wolves have found the remains of those heads you carry on your saddles. You did us a great service. Goblins, Orcs, and Giantkin have been on the rise in the forests. Nyela, my companion, has been tracking that group of Trolls for about a week, but they have not had an opportunity to bring them down yet."
You travel another 10 minutes, before you start to notice a change in the trees and the forest. There becomes less in the way of brush, and the trees start to become more sparse. The trees also steadily become taller, and thicker, to the point that each tree is beginning to have a 10 foot radius as the average. You also start to notice little... winged creatures... looking at you from behind trees. You start to see glowing mushroom colonies on the sides of these giant trees. You realize they are Dragon-Sprites and Fairies.
A little bit longer and you start to walk along a stream, that turns into a river. You eventually come to a pool of water that looks to be about 60 feet wide, and 200 feet long. A group of unreasonably beautiful naked women with blue to green hair and shimmering skin like fish scales decorating their naked forms swimming within the water. They seem to be working together to be building some form of shelter. Sitting at the water banks, you see multiple women with green skin, covered in leaves and bark, talking and nervously conversing with the women in the water. At your approach, the women in the water dive below the surface. The green skinned women seem to... melt into the ground, or bolt for trees, to which the meld into it.
"As you can see," Aeryn says, "We have had a massive influx of Fey coming through the Planar rift in the heart of Nah'Thair. Elves are coming back in droves, not wanting to be consumed by the grief and the winter. We have been building as fast as we can, but with the loss of higher level Circles of magics, our Druids can only do so much. Our carpenters have been building as fast as they can."
You walk a bit further, and you come to an area riddled with tents. It looks to be a refuge camp. Guards dressed in various states of armor patrol through and around this area. "Without walls, we have stepped up our recruitment. The weavers can only make so many uniforms though. Even with the Ter'Angrael of Spinning." As you look around, you note that the only thing that makes a uniform on these guards, is the cloaks that seem to bend light to make them harder to see.
"you come to us at a strange time." he says, leading you to an elevated platform just east of the camp. It seems large enough to hold 30 people or so and shaped like a disc. When you are all on it, he presses his hand into the center of the disc, where a symbol of a maple leaf is in the disc. "Many People are clinging to their possessions, as it is all they have left, but they are also starting a new life here in Nah'Thair. We are doing what we can, but we have been needing to purchase materials and food.... Food has been the most difficult thing. Our rangers and our Druids burn through much of their magics in order to make as much food as we can, but even then we have been sending scouts out to forage or purchase from human settlements."
As he stands up, the disc starts to rise on its own. Looking up, you notice there are bridges and ramps that are laced throughout this massive treed area. Disks surround the trunks of these trees at various heights, hundreds of feet in the air. Some are only big enough for a single building, while others are larger then Gundren's Calling's Town Square by more then double. You see buildings of various sizes and qualities, that all look to be either naturally grown, or carved into or around the tree base. It is a beauty to behold. (Picture the most upscale and high class ewok village you have ever seen. A full town, but all in the air, interconnected on multiple levels.)
You pass through multiple levels before the lift stops. You look up and you can see the stars of the night sky. To the north, you can see a thick storm brewing, just over the mountains you are heading towards. "That storm seems unnatural. Its fury grows each day, but the clouds never break, and Lightning flashes almost continually. I fear that not even this plane will be safe..." Shaking his head, almost as if realizing he spoke out loud, he says, "Come... I must take you to the Sho'Din. He will want to meet with you."
Walking through this disk and following your guards, you see that these interconnected disks on this level stretch out for what must be a mile. You are still well hidden within the trees, but what amazes you is there are vertical guards and crops that grow on these disks, and on the roof of each home. Each building is larger as you walk eastward, until you come to a 3 story building. There are no gates, but it looks to be a manor home of some sort. Walking to the front door, your entourage knocks on the front door. A young elf girl in what looks to be a maids outfit opens the door.
(This was a ton of info. I will let you RP a bit, so we can backtrack a bit before moving forward.)
After the last troll is killed and their heads chopped off, Cyrnair declines the offer from Caradoc. “ As long as I see the necessity to be sure that they do not regenerate back to health “ he says “ I don’t thing that Gai’den allow me to put that thing over him. “ The horse moves his head in agreement with his rider.
When the elves show up Cyrnair stops Gai’den and let Ky’lera speak. After the first impression of the leader of the guards that had intercepted them kneeling before her, he just rest on his chair and pats the horse neck while listening. He wishes to learn such a beautiful language and be able to talk it. He wasn’t specially good with languages during his training though, and doubts he will have the time neither the skill to catch all the different entonations and declinations.
His mind was drifting in all this things while they speak and then Ky’Lera motion her hand to follow her and they start moving again, wich he appreciates for he doesn’t know how far the elven settlement is, but he knows that it marks, more or less, that they have journeyed half the way.
Ennis is quiet and watchful after leaving the site of the troll attack, and he remains so when the other elves arrive. His keen grasp of Elvish does let him follow the conversation between Ky and Aeryn though, and he takes mental note of everything that is said. As the group ventures into Nah'Thair, Ennis has to fight the urge to take out a notebook and begin writing down everything he sees.
As they walk through the tents, Ky is looking around sadly. Reaching into her bag, she takes out a handful of gold and bonds down to a few young children. She hands 3 of them 5 gp each, and a days rations. "It is all that I can spare Dona'Eva."
As she leaves the children, she looks deeply saddened. "Winter has truly come..."
When the man says Sho'din, her back stiffens even more so. Her air becomes even more Regal, and the dress grows additional scrolling and lace work. She does not argue however.
When they get to the top of the lift, she smiles almost fondly looking around, until she sees the clouds. "That must be the portal I can feel... so... powerful. Its so strong I can barely feel the planar rift here."
As they get to the door, Ky turns around quickly to the group. She has a face of almost childish pleasing. "Please... please.... just... just act like you are..." she sighs, and stands up straight.
As the door opens, and the maid answers the door, she does not even make eye contact with her. She allows the soldier to make introductions and be led inside by the maid.
As the group crosses the elven city Cyrnair is more and more amazed. He stops too, at the tents of the refugees, and he gives away all his food, save one ration, enough for him to reach their destiny.
He offers to their guide his healing abilities in case there is someone sick or wounded.
He is amazed with the beauty of the city as they goes up in the lift and is still looking around when the maid goes out to greet them.
The little children speak in elvish to one another as Cyrnair and Ky walk by. "I am never getting rid of this coin... I will keep Eva'din's gift forever and ever!" One little girl says.
The boy grins up at Cyrnair and says in common, "Eva'din travels with Angel's? Your an angel right? Will Mikeiki come too?"
Another boy, older clubs the little one in the shoulder. "Dont be silly! Angel's have wings!" Then he looks up at Cyrnair. "Your not an angel... right?"
Ennis takes note of the children's comments and gives Ky a curious glance which she probably doesn't notice since he's riding/walking (not sure which at the moment since we seem to have transitioned up into the trees with no clear indications of something being done with our mounts) behind her, following her lead.
He smirks a bit at the children's questioning Cyrnair if he is an angel or not.
As the group rises and then breaks through the tops of the trees on the lift, Flint states up at the night sky. His gaze wanders over to the moon (or where it would be if it is obscured by the storm). At the mention of the storm, he say to Aeryn, "How long has that been brewing?...That storm is not the only strange occurance in the sky of late. Did you see the moon last night as it was wreathed in green and covered with crimson."
Flint notices the change in demeanor of his friend as they approach the door. "You seem a bit nervous, Lera. What is all this about... Eva'din?" he asks arching an eyebrow at the ranger.
Ky looks to Flint at the question. "In Sylvan it means Little Princess... or direct translation into common, it means young girl noble. I will explain later..." she says quietly.
Bit of a Retcon: As you are led through the tents below and approach the circular lift, Aeryn summons a few guards. As they approach, he instructs you all to dismount. "We have a fortified barracks a bit south east of here. We will care for your mounts there and they will be ready for you upon your return to the forest floor."
Aeryn to Flint: "The storm has been brewing over the mountains for about a week now, though it has not in earnest until a few nights ago."
Looking off nervously towards the storm, he says, "it started about the same time the influx of people from the feywild started coming through. How Winter in the feywild and a thunderstorm here are connected, I do not know. It is... unnatural though."
Present: As you are ushered into the large e story manor, you are led through a large greeting room. 2 spiral staircases made of what looks like living wood spiral around the edges of this massive room, and the ceiling of this room is actually the floor of the 3rd floor. Everything is either of living wood, or carved from it, and polished until it looks a mirror.
You are led to the left, to another large room, though not as large. Various couches and chairs sit around a large coffee table. There are diamonds mounted on the wall that shine with light to magicly brighten the room. The maid says, "Please be seated. I will notify the Sho'din. There are refreshments at the bar. Help yourself, or wait until I return and I will take your orders."
You look to the left of the room, and there is a full tavern style bar with bar seats, a stocked shelf of glasses, and a full compliment of various alchohols.
The maid leaves and you are left to your devices for about 5 minutes before an elderly Male elf walks in. He it tall, but very thin. He has shock white hair, and deep crows feet around the eyes. He looks to be about 60 in human years, so you get the impression he is quite old. His ears are highly pointed, but he has the ruddy skin of a wood elf. You would guess there is some high elf in his lineage as well. His clothes are all of the finest silks in the tradition browns and greens of the forest, and he has a platinum braided crown that bands around his forehead.
"Eva'din... it is... suprising to see you. What brings you to Nah'Thair? As you can see I have many other... problems... to deal with. Tell me why you are here. I will arrange for rooms in an inn for you tonight, but I ask you not to complicate my life further."
Ennis does his best to recall the comportment and etiquette lessons he received from Baulder, showing respectful deference when the Sho'din arrives but not outright submissiveness. He waits to speak until he is directly addressed or the party as a whole is spoken to.
He is also DEFINITELY still taking mental notes of these interactions Ky is having.
When the Sho'din walks in, Ky will incline her head. Enough to show respect to someone above her, but a hair could sepperate the difference between being equals and showing respect.
As he speaks, she bites her tongue until it bleeds. "May your house bloom like the Spring Sho'din." she says through clenched teeth. Her voice is smooth and practiced however. "I come with the tidings of Winter. Surely you have seen the storm to the north. It is a Planar Rift. To where i do not know. We are headed there, and will be out of Nah'Thair with the coming of Dawn. I only wish to provision for my group, and we will make haste in the morning. You do not need worry yourself with finding an inn. I am familiar with Nah'Thair and can find my own way. We will trade fairly with your peoples, and enrich them with prosperity."
Looking back to the group, she makes introductions of each, giving as flowery an introduction she can. (I cant do it like Devon can... So I will just bullet point it)
As stealthy a Halfling as any elf ranger
A champion of the Morning Lord
A masterful weaver of tales
One of the 1st Wizards of the new age
A cleric of the Moonweaver herself.
"Perhaps we will even assist the new residence of Nah'Thair. Perhaps some coin in their pockets will get them up into the District of Branches and off your Forest Floor. Maybe some will migrate elsewhere if they have the coin to do so?"
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The paladin produces his rod and fires in silence to the troll, hoping to finish him and avoid it to attack more travelers.
( Guiding bolt 3rd lvl:
Attack: 12 Damage: 18
Inspiration dice: 2 )
PbP Character: A few ;)
Flint runs forward to the edge of the stream next to Gelin. With Cyrnair leading the charge after the fleeing troll, the cleric begins winding up as if about to throw a punch at the air. "Hunters be guided!" he says as his arm extends forward. A streak of silver light then flows from his fist towards the fleeing troll.
Guiding Bolt Attack: 22 Damage: 13
(Next attack has advantage)
Cyrnair's bolt with the Inspiration of Gelin slams into the back of the Troll, searing a hole into its shoulder-blade. A faint aura covers over the creature.
Attack: 25 Damage: 11
Just in case you crit Flint..
Almost instantly, Flint casts another guiding bolt, which impacts the other side of the Troll. It looks heavily wounded, but is still running away.
Frustrated by the ineffecitiveness of his spells, Gelin charges at the tremonaing troll taking a wild swing with his axe.
Attack: 11 Damage: 17
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Verdan Schmidt - Lvl 2 Half-Elf Bard | Grithik - Lvl 5 Deep Gnome Warlock (Celestial)
In case of Crit: Attack: 13 Damage: 26
Gelin runs after the Troll, just barely catching up to it with his greataxe. With 2 hands, he swings down on it. As the flames of his axe connect with the oil covered Troll, it busts into flames. It desperately tries to put itself out, but it is already dead from the axe imbedded in its spine. It slumps into the water, and steam hisses from the stream as the oily fire mixes with the water. The troll continues to immolate where the water does not touch, until there is a weird mixture of dirty charcoal water and bits of Troll flesh that start to partially clog the deeper waters of the stream.
With that, we are out of initiative, and you are free to resume your travels.
The horses take a moment to calm and corral, but you continue on with Ky's guidance. After about 10 more minutes, there is a thin, female voice that comes from the woods. "Halt! Who trespasses our woods?"
Another voice, older and more commanding and resolute says, "Stay your bow woman! Eva'Din? is that you? It has been many moons since you have graced us with your presence!" A man walks out of the trees, almost invisible to the eye. He wears a cloak that seems to shift in and out of view, blending in with the surrounding terrain. As he pulls his cloak back, you can see it is a wood elf, looking to be in his 30's by human standards... slightly older then Ky by about 5 to 10 years (human terms). His armor looks to be of a deliberately faded scale mail, but the material looks to be extremely light, high quality, and covered with extremely fine runes.
He is shorter then Cyrnair by about 1/2 a head, but he is perhaps even wider in the shoulder and layered heavily with muscle. At his side, he carries a massive 2 handed war-hammer. Walking up to Ky, he takes a knee, head down to the earth. "Tell me Eva'Din, what brings you to our place once more. Is the world so bad?"
Looking up, he nods to all of the traveling companions of Ky. "I am known as Aeryn Wolfrunner. Welcome to Nah'Thair"
Before leaving the encounter area
Caradoc claps Gelin on the back. "Great work, my friend! Now, put that axe to even better work... cleave off their heads and let us take them with us. We may need them if the guardians of this forest take a dislike to intruders." So when we ride forth, Cyrnair and Ky and Gelin each have a troll's head dangling from their saddle horn.
When we are challenged
Caradoc stares at the interesting display and bites his tongue to keep from blurting out something foolish before these strangers. Typical elves, though... worshipful to their own kind but barely noticing the rest of us... he thinks.
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Ky looks to her party members. "At ease friends. They are just doing their duty."
Looking back to the kneeling elf she says "None of that soldier," clearly looking uncomfortable. "I would ask that you not use my title. Ky or 'Lera would be fine. I have given up much of my titles to protect the planes. It seems that my title would not mean much now anyway. I hear that Winter has finally come to the Feywild. What of Nah'Thair?"
Looking back at her party members and seeing Cyrnair's obvious urge to keep moving, she says "Come soldier... Lead us to Nah'Thair. I will take lodging at your finest inn, and we will eat and drink, and you will tell me the ways of the leaves in this forest." Ky inclines her head slightly, giving the soldier respect, but looking to be giving the honor to a lesser. "We will also like to shop your wares. We move to an important and dangerous destination, and supplies would be appreciated.
Anyone that has been watching her for the past few days will notice that the wild, cat like grace and hunters movements have changed to that of a stiff upper back, and her nose held higher in the air. Her armor shifts from its standard studded leathers to that of a fine evening gown, shimmering in forest greens and browns, with lace and fabric that curls directly under her chin. The outfit is form fit, and fabric covers her entire body, other then a section around her chest that has an oval cutout to reveal just the upper peaks of her breasts. It looks like something you would see the wealthy of Neverwinter wear when going to a formal gathering. (In PM posts when we first started out, I had Ennis enchant me this armor. It is how we met. It is essentially what Gelin has, without the +1 bonus.... By the way Gelin... I will be wanting to trade with you for that armor one day lol!)
Something like this, but the fabric covers her arms and her chest up to the neck, other then the section revealing some cleavage.
As they move forward, Ky will tell the party, "A customary greeting of the wood elves... "You will tell me the ways of the leaves in this forest.... it is an old way of saying, be at ease and tell me what is going on."
Carodoc:
I would allow 2 heads. 1 is a charcoal briquette. The other one I would say is in tact. It is actually hard to get any troll parts in my world, due to having to pour acid or fire on them. So 1 of them may actually be worth something.
The Man stands as Ky tells him to and starts to interject, "But... Eva'd...." At the look from her face, he says, "As you wish... Ky'leira... Though you should know when we are within the walks of Nah'Thair, I will call you by your title... I will be punished by my overseers to display such disgrace. My eyes would be lowered... well... for eternity."
As she says "You will tell me the ways of the leaves in this forest" he does noticeably calm, though his gaze never meets Ky's eyes. He starts to lead you a bit northward and then east once more through the woods. While traveling, his eyes never stop scanning the woods. In the distance, you hear wolves start to howl. You watch as the elf casts a spell and listens. After a moment he says, "It appears my wolves have found the remains of those heads you carry on your saddles. You did us a great service. Goblins, Orcs, and Giantkin have been on the rise in the forests. Nyela, my companion, has been tracking that group of Trolls for about a week, but they have not had an opportunity to bring them down yet."
You travel another 10 minutes, before you start to notice a change in the trees and the forest. There becomes less in the way of brush, and the trees start to become more sparse. The trees also steadily become taller, and thicker, to the point that each tree is beginning to have a 10 foot radius as the average. You also start to notice little... winged creatures... looking at you from behind trees. You start to see glowing mushroom colonies on the sides of these giant trees. You realize they are Dragon-Sprites and Fairies.
A little bit longer and you start to walk along a stream, that turns into a river. You eventually come to a pool of water that looks to be about 60 feet wide, and 200 feet long. A group of unreasonably beautiful naked women with blue to green hair and shimmering skin like fish scales decorating their naked forms swimming within the water. They seem to be working together to be building some form of shelter. Sitting at the water banks, you see multiple women with green skin, covered in leaves and bark, talking and nervously conversing with the women in the water. At your approach, the women in the water dive below the surface. The green skinned women seem to... melt into the ground, or bolt for trees, to which the meld into it.
"As you can see," Aeryn says, "We have had a massive influx of Fey coming through the Planar rift in the heart of Nah'Thair. Elves are coming back in droves, not wanting to be consumed by the grief and the winter. We have been building as fast as we can, but with the loss of higher level Circles of magics, our Druids can only do so much. Our carpenters have been building as fast as they can."
You walk a bit further, and you come to an area riddled with tents. It looks to be a refuge camp. Guards dressed in various states of armor patrol through and around this area. "Without walls, we have stepped up our recruitment. The weavers can only make so many uniforms though. Even with the Ter'Angrael of Spinning." As you look around, you note that the only thing that makes a uniform on these guards, is the cloaks that seem to bend light to make them harder to see.
"you come to us at a strange time." he says, leading you to an elevated platform just east of the camp. It seems large enough to hold 30 people or so and shaped like a disc. When you are all on it, he presses his hand into the center of the disc, where a symbol of a maple leaf is in the disc. "Many People are clinging to their possessions, as it is all they have left, but they are also starting a new life here in Nah'Thair. We are doing what we can, but we have been needing to purchase materials and food.... Food has been the most difficult thing. Our rangers and our Druids burn through much of their magics in order to make as much food as we can, but even then we have been sending scouts out to forage or purchase from human settlements."
As he stands up, the disc starts to rise on its own. Looking up, you notice there are bridges and ramps that are laced throughout this massive treed area. Disks surround the trunks of these trees at various heights, hundreds of feet in the air. Some are only big enough for a single building, while others are larger then Gundren's Calling's Town Square by more then double. You see buildings of various sizes and qualities, that all look to be either naturally grown, or carved into or around the tree base. It is a beauty to behold. (Picture the most upscale and high class ewok village you have ever seen. A full town, but all in the air, interconnected on multiple levels.)
You pass through multiple levels before the lift stops. You look up and you can see the stars of the night sky. To the north, you can see a thick storm brewing, just over the mountains you are heading towards. "That storm seems unnatural. Its fury grows each day, but the clouds never break, and Lightning flashes almost continually. I fear that not even this plane will be safe..." Shaking his head, almost as if realizing he spoke out loud, he says, "Come... I must take you to the Sho'Din. He will want to meet with you."
Walking through this disk and following your guards, you see that these interconnected disks on this level stretch out for what must be a mile. You are still well hidden within the trees, but what amazes you is there are vertical guards and crops that grow on these disks, and on the roof of each home. Each building is larger as you walk eastward, until you come to a 3 story building. There are no gates, but it looks to be a manor home of some sort. Walking to the front door, your entourage knocks on the front door. A young elf girl in what looks to be a maids outfit opens the door.
(This was a ton of info. I will let you RP a bit, so we can backtrack a bit before moving forward.)
After the last troll is killed and their heads chopped off, Cyrnair declines the offer from Caradoc. “ As long as I see the necessity to be sure that they do not regenerate back to health “ he says “ I don’t thing that Gai’den allow me to put that thing over him. “ The horse moves his head in agreement with his rider.
When the elves show up Cyrnair stops Gai’den and let Ky’lera speak. After the first impression of the leader of the guards that had intercepted them kneeling before her, he just rest on his chair and pats the horse neck while listening. He wishes to learn such a beautiful language and be able to talk it. He wasn’t specially good with languages during his training though, and doubts he will have the time neither the skill to catch all the different entonations and declinations.
His mind was drifting in all this things while they speak and then Ky’Lera motion her hand to follow her and they start moving again, wich he appreciates for he doesn’t know how far the elven settlement is, but he knows that it marks, more or less, that they have journeyed half the way.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Ennis is quiet and watchful after leaving the site of the troll attack, and he remains so when the other elves arrive. His keen grasp of Elvish does let him follow the conversation between Ky and Aeryn though, and he takes mental note of everything that is said. As the group ventures into Nah'Thair, Ennis has to fight the urge to take out a notebook and begin writing down everything he sees.
As they walk through the tents, Ky is looking around sadly. Reaching into her bag, she takes out a handful of gold and bonds down to a few young children. She hands 3 of them 5 gp each, and a days rations. "It is all that I can spare Dona'Eva."
As she leaves the children, she looks deeply saddened. "Winter has truly come..."
When the man says Sho'din, her back stiffens even more so. Her air becomes even more Regal, and the dress grows additional scrolling and lace work. She does not argue however.
When they get to the top of the lift, she smiles almost fondly looking around, until she sees the clouds. "That must be the portal I can feel... so... powerful. Its so strong I can barely feel the planar rift here."
As they get to the door, Ky turns around quickly to the group. She has a face of almost childish pleasing. "Please... please.... just... just act like you are..." she sighs, and stands up straight.
As the door opens, and the maid answers the door, she does not even make eye contact with her. She allows the soldier to make introductions and be led inside by the maid.
As the group crosses the elven city Cyrnair is more and more amazed. He stops too, at the tents of the refugees, and he gives away all his food, save one ration, enough for him to reach their destiny.
He offers to their guide his healing abilities in case there is someone sick or wounded.
He is amazed with the beauty of the city as they goes up in the lift and is still looking around when the maid goes out to greet them.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Back to Cyrnair talking with the kids...
The little children speak in elvish to one another as Cyrnair and Ky walk by. "I am never getting rid of this coin... I will keep Eva'din's gift forever and ever!" One little girl says.
The boy grins up at Cyrnair and says in common, "Eva'din travels with Angel's? Your an angel right? Will Mikeiki come too?"
Another boy, older clubs the little one in the shoulder. "Dont be silly! Angel's have wings!" Then he looks up at Cyrnair. "Your not an angel... right?"
Gelin nudges Cyrnair. "Show 'em lad... the stories they'll tell."
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Ennis takes note of the children's comments and gives Ky a curious glance which she probably doesn't notice since he's riding/walking (not sure which at the moment since we seem to have transitioned up into the trees with no clear indications of something being done with our mounts) behind her, following her lead.
He smirks a bit at the children's questioning Cyrnair if he is an angel or not.
As the group rises and then breaks through the tops of the trees on the lift, Flint states up at the night sky. His gaze wanders over to the moon (or where it would be if it is obscured by the storm). At the mention of the storm, he say to Aeryn, "How long has that been brewing?...That storm is not the only strange occurance in the sky of late. Did you see the moon last night as it was wreathed in green and covered with crimson."
Flint notices the change in demeanor of his friend as they approach the door. "You seem a bit nervous, Lera. What is all this about... Eva'din?" he asks arching an eyebrow at the ranger.
Ky looks to Flint at the question. "In Sylvan it means Little Princess... or direct translation into common, it means young girl noble. I will explain later..." she says quietly.
Bit of a Retcon: As you are led through the tents below and approach the circular lift, Aeryn summons a few guards. As they approach, he instructs you all to dismount. "We have a fortified barracks a bit south east of here. We will care for your mounts there and they will be ready for you upon your return to the forest floor."
Aeryn to Flint: "The storm has been brewing over the mountains for about a week now, though it has not in earnest until a few nights ago."
Looking off nervously towards the storm, he says, "it started about the same time the influx of people from the feywild started coming through. How Winter in the feywild and a thunderstorm here are connected, I do not know. It is... unnatural though."
Present: As you are ushered into the large e story manor, you are led through a large greeting room. 2 spiral staircases made of what looks like living wood spiral around the edges of this massive room, and the ceiling of this room is actually the floor of the 3rd floor. Everything is either of living wood, or carved from it, and polished until it looks a mirror.
You are led to the left, to another large room, though not as large. Various couches and chairs sit around a large coffee table. There are diamonds mounted on the wall that shine with light to magicly brighten the room. The maid says, "Please be seated. I will notify the Sho'din. There are refreshments at the bar. Help yourself, or wait until I return and I will take your orders."
You look to the left of the room, and there is a full tavern style bar with bar seats, a stocked shelf of glasses, and a full compliment of various alchohols.
The maid leaves and you are left to your devices for about 5 minutes before an elderly Male elf walks in. He it tall, but very thin. He has shock white hair, and deep crows feet around the eyes. He looks to be about 60 in human years, so you get the impression he is quite old. His ears are highly pointed, but he has the ruddy skin of a wood elf. You would guess there is some high elf in his lineage as well. His clothes are all of the finest silks in the tradition browns and greens of the forest, and he has a platinum braided crown that bands around his forehead.
"Eva'din... it is... suprising to see you. What brings you to Nah'Thair? As you can see I have many other... problems... to deal with. Tell me why you are here. I will arrange for rooms in an inn for you tonight, but I ask you not to complicate my life further."
Ennis does his best to recall the comportment and etiquette lessons he received from Baulder, showing respectful deference when the Sho'din arrives but not outright submissiveness. He waits to speak until he is directly addressed or the party as a whole is spoken to.
He is also DEFINITELY still taking mental notes of these interactions Ky is having.
When the Sho'din walks in, Ky will incline her head. Enough to show respect to someone above her, but a hair could sepperate the difference between being equals and showing respect.
As he speaks, she bites her tongue until it bleeds. "May your house bloom like the Spring Sho'din." she says through clenched teeth. Her voice is smooth and practiced however. "I come with the tidings of Winter. Surely you have seen the storm to the north. It is a Planar Rift. To where i do not know. We are headed there, and will be out of Nah'Thair with the coming of Dawn. I only wish to provision for my group, and we will make haste in the morning. You do not need worry yourself with finding an inn. I am familiar with Nah'Thair and can find my own way. We will trade fairly with your peoples, and enrich them with prosperity."
Looking back to the group, she makes introductions of each, giving as flowery an introduction she can. (I cant do it like Devon can... So I will just bullet point it)
"Perhaps we will even assist the new residence of Nah'Thair. Perhaps some coin in their pockets will get them up into the District of Branches and off your Forest Floor. Maybe some will migrate elsewhere if they have the coin to do so?"