Ennis moves with a sense of purpose and efficiency as the angels guide the group out of Lathander's hall, despite how much his own thoughts are reeling. He listens intently to the final words of a god about to lay down his life, taking in every bit of it. Once it goes silent, however, and the sense of eminent danger has finally passed, his shoulders sag. He ignores any immediate conversation, making his way over to a nearby tree and sitting down with his back propped up against it. He removes his glasses and just holds them in his hand, his head down, eyes staring blankly. Every now and then his brow furrows in intense thought.
Looking northward with Cyrnair, she says, "The tear in this plane... I can still feel it, but it is subdued... still. Like a pond with no ripples. Whatever Lathendar did, or is doing.... I think it worked. Before it felt like... an infected wound pulsing with pain. Now it is like... a burn being held under cool and healing waters."
Looking to the rest of the group, she says, "We need to figure out what our next step is. I say our... even though we just met... well..." She says, and points her hand northward. "Because of all of that."
Looking at how everyone is looking, and knowing she is feeling it herself, she says "Tomorrow though... Is there a comfortable place to sleep that is safe? I don't mind camping where we did here before we left. That was nice."
As they exit the temple Gelin's legs give out from under him and he finds himself sitting awkwardly on the craggy rubble. His mouth opens and closes but no words emerge as he stares blankly into the distance.
"Survive" he thinks as he mindlessly strokes the platinum feather that adorns his garb.
He is not roused until someone shakes him to regain his attention.
Caradoc pushes himself up to his feet. "Enough now," he whispers to himself. "Be of use."
He meanders over to the group, taking Ennis' hand along the way and tugging him over to where Cyrnair and Ky and Flint are standing. On the way, he shakes Gelin's shoulder firmly with his little hand. "Come on, big guy. On your feet."
When he gets to Ky and Cyrnair and Flint, he releases Ennis' hand. He wedges himself between Cyrnair and Ky as they gaze north, his little hand taking the paladin's big one, and hooking his other arm around the ranger's knee.
"We do this together."
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"Do what exactly though?" Ennis asks quietly as he slowly replaces his glasses. "There is so MUCH to do, and all of it so...daunting...we can't possibly accomplish everything Lathander expects with just the six of us."
"And yet we will find the way " says Cyrnair " He wouldn't had given us this taks if we wouldn't be able to do it. And He has granted my Mother's last wish. We do have a lot of work and we must think the best way to do it. We know the location of the others artifacts, and with all our abilities we will be able to reach them and to retrive them in time to defeat Visarai."
He looks to the others.
"But we should rest tonight. A lot has happened and we should get some rest so we can think clearly in the morning..." his voice fade for a second, he wonders if there will be a morning at all.
" Let's go to see our friends. " he says to Caradoc " I will be there shortly but I would like to be alone for a while."
As you have this conversation, A somewhat familiar little gnome woman runs up with pink hair, and a firearm in her hand. Trixie stops in front of you. "Oh!" She exclaims. "Its you! Where did you come from? Did you just appear with angels?!"
"Please tell your captain we need to speak with your leaders... but in the morning child. We have had a day that even those that witnessed it would not believe it."
Ky finds the nearest tree, and gets her blanket roll out. "I will get up in 4 hours and start walking back to town in a leisurely way. Sleep and light walking always help have a fresh view on things. I will see if the innkeeper can have breakfast prepared for us. If there is anyone else you need to get involved in this, please do so."
Ky falls asleep almost right away, allowing her soldiering history fight through worry and go to sleep.
Flint chuckles at Ky'Lera's addressing of the gnome. "Careful with calling this one a child. She is probably just as old as you." He then approaches the gnome and kneels down to speak with her. He gives her a broad smile, "As a matter of fact we did. It seems Lathander has been gracious enough to send some to watch over the area." He lets out a sigh of exhaustion. "It seems we have found ourselves in the midst of a battle between gods, so we won't be staying too long."
After his exchange with the gnome, Flint wanders over to near where Ky'Lera has laid out her bedroll. He pulls his spear from off his back and then sits down facing the towards his village with his legs crossed. With forceful jab, he drives the point of his weapon into the ground in front of him. He takes a deep breath in and rests his hands on his knees. After a moment of relaxation and still focusing his gaze to the north. "We have certainly learned that the gods are still with us."He looks up briefly to the sky before focusing on his spear. "She will hear us though we cannot see her light." He takes another deep breath and closes his eyes. His lips then begin to move in silent prayer to his goddess.
When it becomes apparent that the party will be remaining out here rather than heading back into town right away, Liam sets about ritual casting his Tiny Hut for anyone who wishes to use it for shelter for the night.
Once that is done, it actually takes Ennis quite a long while to fall asleep as he is still processing everything that he has learned this day.
Trixie looks a bit Crest fallen and being dismissed by Ky, but eagerly listens to Flint. After hearing what was said Trixie looks... concerned... amazed...
After seeing the party drop off to sleep, she dashes back to the Eilestrees Calling.
You all get a full nights rest, with Ky waking up before you by 4 hours and heading to the inn, to get breakfast ready for the group.
You all come to consciousness, and make your way to the stonehill inn. There before you, is multiple tables pushed together. The town council sits around the table, breakfast prepared, with Ky sitting there (I assume you bathed, as per your character?) Looking fresh and clean. Aowyn and Feixori sit with the council as well, looking concerned, and looking at Ky with some trepidation.
Looking around, you do not see any other patrons, and as you walk through the door, Torbin locks the front door l. "If you... if you need... anything... co.e and... er... get us in the... uhm.. back."
As Torbin leaves, Linene stands up. "Now perhaps we can finally have some answers. What is going on and where have you been? Angel's have been flying all over our heads, reports of dragons abound, and who knows what else!"
Sarith rests a hand on her shoulder. "They only just walked in Linene. Let them break there evening fast, get a drink, and we will hear their tale."
Flint wakes the next morning with a feeling of uncertainty. He wonders if this is going to be his last quiet morning for the foreseeable future. Though no stranger to the will of the gods, his relationship with Artemis had been only dealt with matters to his village, and being suddenly thrust into this larger-scale conflict is something more than he expected to find on his trip down from The Spine. Additionally, he wonders how his quarry managed to find herself on the other side of this battle.
As he gathers his belongings, he looks over the camp and his new companions. He relaxes and a faint smile comes to his face thinking that he has found a good lot to fight some gods with. "Well... Shall we see what's next?"
(Moving him to town, but feel free to RP)
Upon entering the inn and finding Ky'Lera looking comfortable, Flint grins and shakes his head. "You are looking comfortable,"he says in a half-scolding manner. His attention quickly turns to the elf. Being greeted by such a by such demands is not what Flint had expected. "Is this one always like this," he leans over towards Cyrnair and asks quietly out the side of his mouth.
Ennis awakens somewhat early after a mostly restless sleep. Their campsite is quiet, just the normal sounds of nature in the early morning, and for just a moment...he can forget about the events of the previous day.
Then, far too quickly, the weight now laid on his shoulders comes crashing back down. The convergence of plains...the death of a god...a charge by that same god to survive the coming turmoil and help others do the same...
Ennis sits and thinks about many things in that quiet meadow, sitting long enough that the dome of force overhead dissipates of its own accord, its pre-established time limit running its course. Before too long the others begin to stir, and Ennis slowly but purposefully prepares himself for the day. He washes his face with some water from his waterskin, but otherwise uses his magic to clean himself up. He makes sure his new ring and circlet are in place, then takes time to clean his glasses.
By the time the rest of the party is ready to move on, Ennis is set to go. He nods in response to Flint's question.
Cyrnair waits for the sun to rise, training with his new sword and cleaning the armor and shield as he used to do with the old ones. It was a weird feeling, as if the heart of things hadn’t changed, or if his own heart hasn’t changed, but still all was new and different. When he finally sees the sun appearing to the east he feels the tears falling from his eyes. Then he prays again as he used to. But this time is different. All his life he knew that there was someone listening, now he only hopes that He could still hear him.
“So this is how it feels “ he thinks, knowing that most of the people doesn’t actually had the confirmation that the Gods ever hear them.
“I will keep my word to both of you” he finally says touching the small amulet his mother gave to him. He then, as all the mornings, and cleaning himself as he did with his gear. Then he unites with the rest of the party.
When Flint asks him he just smiles
”One or another needs answers and needs them fast. “ He srughs and adds “can’t really blame them, can’t we? “ he then waits for Gelin or Caradoc to do the talking for he doesn’t feel very communicative at that moment.
He, however, goes and hugs Frixori and Aowyn.
“ I am happy that you both are well my friends. These are hard and weird times... and it warms my heart knowing that you are save. “ he looks to the rest of the Council and specially Sarith “ that you all are save “ he finish grabing the ranger by the forearm as warriors.
Upon arriving back in town and entering the Stonehill Inn, Ennis quietly takes stock of those present and the general atmosphere of the place, not exactly liking it although he had expected as much.
Not being overly familiar with most of the people present, he decides to wait and remain silent for the moment, taking a seat at the table and curling his hands under his chin. His face adopts his usual thoughtful expression as he watches how the conversation plays out.
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Seeing the somber mood of the group and their long silence, Aowyn says, "So you guys killed the dragon? That's exciting! I want to hear all about it. When we are done here, we have something to show you. Angela came and..."
Frixori rests a hand on Aowyns arm, causing her to stop talking. "From what my Patron told me yesterday, I think their story to tell is more dire than a dragon... Carodoc... Gelin?"
Looking over at the Wood elf Ranger, Froxori nods toward her and says, "Your wood elf friend refused to tell us anything, saying it was his news to tell. I am assuming one of you two did something... bad?"
Aowyn shakes get head at Frixori's question. "I think it is Cyrnair. Look at his face."
Sarith starts to talk as the silence fills the room once more, "Sit friends. There is much to discuss. Here is Gundren's Calling and Eileestree's Calling, we have been busy at work." Clearing his throat for a moment, he says "I have had disturbing... visions... in my nightly meditation. I have put my people on high alert, and we have slowed all construction on non essential buildings to a near halt other then what is absolutely needed, other then farming and providing what we can to our artificers."
Linene starts to speak as Sarith finishes, "Based on the recommendations of Sarith, we have done the same. Aowyn has been training people nearly around the clock on how to defend themselves with basic fighting techniques." Dispite the dour situation, there is a note of pride in her voice as she says this next part. "Frixori has had me teaching a basic class to some interested ones on the basics of magic, while she hosts the more advanced class with Nynawin assisting. I fear the world is going to get worse before it gets better, but we are making ourselves as ready as we can be. Hopefully we are out of the way enough to not be effected by all this chaos. I thank the gods that you showed up to affect so much change in our sleepy home. We would be washed away to nothing I fear without the change you brought with you. Our people have a new spirit, despite the ill omens."
"I have been working the forge all day as well. " Barda says. "More then half the town wants weapons now. I have had to take on 3 apprentices to keep up."
Finally Cyrnair feels the need to speak to explain to their friends and try to give them some enlgightement, if not calm.
"As Aowyn says, we were able to put down the white dragon that attacked the caravan. Ky'lera made it bleed with her arrows, Flint, Ennis with their spells, and Caradoc showed him the true meaning of fear and danger, but when it tried to flee, it was Gelin who put it down with his magic. Believe me when I say that I regret that I do not have the words, neither the skill, to write a tale worth of that fight. They were brave and bold. The followers of the dragon, weren't intimidated by the death of it's master. Quite on the contrary, they were enraged, and we fight against their numbers to death. " he raises a finger before the compliments starts " We were able to put an end to that threat but listen to me carefully. There are another danger in that ruins, a more dreadful and ancient danger. A guardian of the ruins that lay below, that it's content with guarding them and no one tresspassing its limits. But we do not want to make it an enemy, not now, so please, it is better to keep this location and the battle in secret, and the entrance to that ruins forgiven until... until we do a lot of things before. "
He takes a little pause to let the information sink.
"While we were resting I had a vision. A vision that lead us to the north, to my home, with all the haste we could muster. We spent a night in Nah'Thair, with Ky'Lera's people. There we learnt that the Feywild had merged with the Shadowfell, and hundreds of creatures of the Feywild had corssed to our plane seeking refugee. We send to you some of those refugees" he says to Sarith and Linenen " in hope that you show them the same kindness that it's in your very soul. From there we head north and behold a great fight betweeen the armies of Visarai, the Mistress of the hag we destroyed here, and a combined force of Waterdeep and Neverwinter armies. Above the monastery, a great planar rift was tearing our very existence apart, threating to destroy everything. We managed to reach the monastery, protected under the rocks and a dome raised by the very angels you had seen today. Inside... "he stops for a second, looking for the words... " Inside I rejoined with my mother and.. MyLord Lathander, the Morning Lord. He was gracious enough to attend us, and gave us guidance and porpouse. When The rift was almost complete and Visarai power at her highest, she turned her attention to us. " Another pause " Then my mother and He sacrificed themselves to stop her, to delay her as much as they could. They sealed the rift and gave us time to gather our strengths and forces, and to collect magical artifacts, like this Sword, forged by Lathander himself " he unsehates his sword and let the others see its platinum edge"that will help us fight Visarai and stop her. "
He seathes his sword, and sits again. Looks towards his companions and says.
"Forgive me if I've forgotten something, or if I didn't made justice to your great deeds. Now, time is of the essence. We need to discover where to look for this objects, go there and retrive them before the time expires... We are going to need help. "
The entire table sits completely mute during Cyrnair's tale, and continues on silently for a long time. Each counsel member looks between them, and then back to rest of the heroes, seeming to search for affirmation.
"That is quite... quite a thing..." Barda says after a moment, breaking the silence.
"You saw a god?" Linene exclaims quietly.
Sarith says after another moment of thought "He scarified himself? What does that mean?"
Aowyn and Frixori say "The green haired woman Carodoc got charmed by? She is powerful enough to fight a god? And she tore a hole in the planes?"
Frixori suddenly realizing what was said, stands up and goes over to Cyrnair and hugs him. "Oh Cyrnair! I am so sorry."
After a few moments pass, and everyone has time to collect themselves, Sarith ushers everyone to sit again. "So you say your God bought us time to seal this Visarai away, and he tasked you with gathering powerful artifacts to help finish the job. Where are these items, and how can we assist.
After a few moments pass, and everyone has time to collect themselves, Sarith ushers everyone to sit again. "So you say your God bought us time to seal this Visarai away, and he tasked you with gathering powerful artifacts to help finish the job. Where are these items, and how can we assist.
Caradoc and Gelin have been standing off to the side, the halfling humming a soft tune and murmuring words while Gelin scrambles with pen and ink to put words to paper.
"One Artifact is within the lands of Cyrnair's chosen... A chain born of fire wielded by the one that Artemis' priest seeks. Found to the east of old dwarf's calling, in the peaks of dragonkin. A shield of thunder within the forge of a cruel and powerful Fire Giant lord. Its access to the fire plane is to the north. A scroll of ancient knowledge written in the hand of Mordenkainen himself. A gathering of knowledge of the five great wizard-sages of old, Within the sage's private realm overrun by Aberrations to the north-east. A locket of woven precious metals, imbued with energy from all of the planes Lies in the cave of Waves and Echoes, guarded by a corrupted spirit of the waters, twisted by Visarai and another evil artifact. The power to open and close portals lies within this locket. Keepsake given to the lover of Mielikki, this emblem is imbued with generations of caregivers and their magics. Worn now in the far south by the new leader of a serpentine race, allied with Visarai. Use this time wisely. A little less time then a year before she can escape this realm of shadow."
The halfling takes a deep breath and exhales heavily. "So there are four more artifacts out there somewhere..."
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Ennis moves with a sense of purpose and efficiency as the angels guide the group out of Lathander's hall, despite how much his own thoughts are reeling. He listens intently to the final words of a god about to lay down his life, taking in every bit of it. Once it goes silent, however, and the sense of eminent danger has finally passed, his shoulders sag. He ignores any immediate conversation, making his way over to a nearby tree and sitting down with his back propped up against it. He removes his glasses and just holds them in his hand, his head down, eyes staring blankly. Every now and then his brow furrows in intense thought.
Looking northward with Cyrnair, she says, "The tear in this plane... I can still feel it, but it is subdued... still. Like a pond with no ripples. Whatever Lathendar did, or is doing.... I think it worked. Before it felt like... an infected wound pulsing with pain. Now it is like... a burn being held under cool and healing waters."
Looking to the rest of the group, she says, "We need to figure out what our next step is. I say our... even though we just met... well..." She says, and points her hand northward. "Because of all of that."
Looking at how everyone is looking, and knowing she is feeling it herself, she says "Tomorrow though... Is there a comfortable place to sleep that is safe? I don't mind camping where we did here before we left. That was nice."
As they exit the temple Gelin's legs give out from under him and he finds himself sitting awkwardly on the craggy rubble. His mouth opens and closes but no words emerge as he stares blankly into the distance.
"Survive" he thinks as he mindlessly strokes the platinum feather that adorns his garb.
He is not roused until someone shakes him to regain his attention.
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Caradoc pushes himself up to his feet. "Enough now," he whispers to himself. "Be of use."
He meanders over to the group, taking Ennis' hand along the way and tugging him over to where Cyrnair and Ky and Flint are standing. On the way, he shakes Gelin's shoulder firmly with his little hand. "Come on, big guy. On your feet."
When he gets to Ky and Cyrnair and Flint, he releases Ennis' hand. He wedges himself between Cyrnair and Ky as they gaze north, his little hand taking the paladin's big one, and hooking his other arm around the ranger's knee.
"We do this together."
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...
"Do what exactly though?" Ennis asks quietly as he slowly replaces his glasses. "There is so MUCH to do, and all of it so...daunting...we can't possibly accomplish everything Lathander expects with just the six of us."
"And yet we will find the way " says Cyrnair " He wouldn't had given us this taks if we wouldn't be able to do it. And He has granted my Mother's last wish. We do have a lot of work and we must think the best way to do it. We know the location of the others artifacts, and with all our abilities we will be able to reach them and to retrive them in time to defeat Visarai."
He looks to the others.
"But we should rest tonight. A lot has happened and we should get some rest so we can think clearly in the morning..." his voice fade for a second, he wonders if there will be a morning at all.
" Let's go to see our friends. " he says to Caradoc " I will be there shortly but I would like to be alone for a while."
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As you have this conversation, A somewhat familiar little gnome woman runs up with pink hair, and a firearm in her hand. Trixie stops in front of you. "Oh!" She exclaims. "Its you! Where did you come from? Did you just appear with angels?!"
"Please tell your captain we need to speak with your leaders... but in the morning child. We have had a day that even those that witnessed it would not believe it."
Ky finds the nearest tree, and gets her blanket roll out. "I will get up in 4 hours and start walking back to town in a leisurely way. Sleep and light walking always help have a fresh view on things. I will see if the innkeeper can have breakfast prepared for us. If there is anyone else you need to get involved in this, please do so."
Ky falls asleep almost right away, allowing her soldiering history fight through worry and go to sleep.
Flint chuckles at Ky'Lera's addressing of the gnome. "Careful with calling this one a child. She is probably just as old as you." He then approaches the gnome and kneels down to speak with her. He gives her a broad smile, "As a matter of fact we did. It seems Lathander has been gracious enough to send some to watch over the area." He lets out a sigh of exhaustion. "It seems we have found ourselves in the midst of a battle between gods, so we won't be staying too long."
After his exchange with the gnome, Flint wanders over to near where Ky'Lera has laid out her bedroll. He pulls his spear from off his back and then sits down facing the towards his village with his legs crossed. With forceful jab, he drives the point of his weapon into the ground in front of him. He takes a deep breath in and rests his hands on his knees. After a moment of relaxation and still focusing his gaze to the north. "We have certainly learned that the gods are still with us." He looks up briefly to the sky before focusing on his spear. "She will hear us though we cannot see her light." He takes another deep breath and closes his eyes. His lips then begin to move in silent prayer to his goddess.
When it becomes apparent that the party will be remaining out here rather than heading back into town right away, Liam sets about ritual casting his Tiny Hut for anyone who wishes to use it for shelter for the night.
Once that is done, it actually takes Ennis quite a long while to fall asleep as he is still processing everything that he has learned this day.
Trixie looks a bit Crest fallen and being dismissed by Ky, but eagerly listens to Flint. After hearing what was said Trixie looks... concerned... amazed...
After seeing the party drop off to sleep, she dashes back to the Eilestrees Calling.
You all get a full nights rest, with Ky waking up before you by 4 hours and heading to the inn, to get breakfast ready for the group.
You all come to consciousness, and make your way to the stonehill inn. There before you, is multiple tables pushed together. The town council sits around the table, breakfast prepared, with Ky sitting there (I assume you bathed, as per your character?) Looking fresh and clean. Aowyn and Feixori sit with the council as well, looking concerned, and looking at Ky with some trepidation.
Looking around, you do not see any other patrons, and as you walk through the door, Torbin locks the front door l. "If you... if you need... anything... co.e and... er... get us in the... uhm.. back."
As Torbin leaves, Linene stands up. "Now perhaps we can finally have some answers. What is going on and where have you been? Angel's have been flying all over our heads, reports of dragons abound, and who knows what else!"
Sarith rests a hand on her shoulder. "They only just walked in Linene. Let them break there evening fast, get a drink, and we will hear their tale."
OOC: you know Ky bathed... she never passes up a dress shop or a bath!
Ky smiles, drinking coffee and eating a pastry and bacon. "I didnt want to tell your people anything. It's better coming from you."
Flint wakes the next morning with a feeling of uncertainty. He wonders if this is going to be his last quiet morning for the foreseeable future. Though no stranger to the will of the gods, his relationship with Artemis had been only dealt with matters to his village, and being suddenly thrust into this larger-scale conflict is something more than he expected to find on his trip down from The Spine. Additionally, he wonders how his quarry managed to find herself on the other side of this battle.
As he gathers his belongings, he looks over the camp and his new companions. He relaxes and a faint smile comes to his face thinking that he has found a good lot to fight some gods with. "Well... Shall we see what's next?"
(Moving him to town, but feel free to RP)
Upon entering the inn and finding Ky'Lera looking comfortable, Flint grins and shakes his head. "You are looking comfortable," he says in a half-scolding manner. His attention quickly turns to the elf. Being greeted by such a by such demands is not what Flint had expected. "Is this one always like this," he leans over towards Cyrnair and asks quietly out the side of his mouth.
Ennis awakens somewhat early after a mostly restless sleep. Their campsite is quiet, just the normal sounds of nature in the early morning, and for just a moment...he can forget about the events of the previous day.
Then, far too quickly, the weight now laid on his shoulders comes crashing back down. The convergence of plains...the death of a god...a charge by that same god to survive the coming turmoil and help others do the same...
Ennis sits and thinks about many things in that quiet meadow, sitting long enough that the dome of force overhead dissipates of its own accord, its pre-established time limit running its course. Before too long the others begin to stir, and Ennis slowly but purposefully prepares himself for the day. He washes his face with some water from his waterskin, but otherwise uses his magic to clean himself up. He makes sure his new ring and circlet are in place, then takes time to clean his glasses.
By the time the rest of the party is ready to move on, Ennis is set to go. He nods in response to Flint's question.
"Yes, I suppose we shall."
Cyrnair waits for the sun to rise, training with his new sword and cleaning the armor and shield as he used to do with the old ones. It was a weird feeling, as if the heart of things hadn’t changed, or if his own heart hasn’t changed, but still all was new and different. When he finally sees the sun appearing to the east he feels the tears falling from his eyes. Then he prays again as he used to. But this time is different. All his life he knew that there was someone listening, now he only hopes that He could still hear him.
“So this is how it feels “ he thinks, knowing that most of the people doesn’t actually had the confirmation that the Gods ever hear them.
“I will keep my word to both of you” he finally says touching the small amulet his mother gave to him. He then, as all the mornings, and cleaning himself as he did with his gear. Then he unites with the rest of the party.
When Flint asks him he just smiles
”One or another needs answers and needs them fast. “ He srughs and adds “can’t really blame them, can’t we? “ he then waits for Gelin or Caradoc to do the talking for he doesn’t feel very communicative at that moment.
He, however, goes and hugs Frixori and Aowyn.
“ I am happy that you both are well my friends. These are hard and weird times... and it warms my heart knowing that you are save. “ he looks to the rest of the Council and specially Sarith “ that you all are save “ he finish grabing the ranger by the forearm as warriors.
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Upon arriving back in town and entering the Stonehill Inn, Ennis quietly takes stock of those present and the general atmosphere of the place, not exactly liking it although he had expected as much.
Not being overly familiar with most of the people present, he decides to wait and remain silent for the moment, taking a seat at the table and curling his hands under his chin. His face adopts his usual thoughtful expression as he watches how the conversation plays out.
OOC: Auto Correct is not my friend on my new phone...
Seeing the somber mood of the group and their long silence, Aowyn says, "So you guys killed the dragon? That's exciting! I want to hear all about it. When we are done here, we have something to show you. Angela came and..."
Frixori rests a hand on Aowyns arm, causing her to stop talking. "From what my Patron told me yesterday, I think their story to tell is more dire than a dragon... Carodoc... Gelin?"
Looking over at the Wood elf Ranger, Froxori nods toward her and says, "Your wood elf friend refused to tell us anything, saying it was his news to tell. I am assuming one of you two did something... bad?"
Aowyn shakes get head at Frixori's question. "I think it is Cyrnair. Look at his face."
Sarith starts to talk as the silence fills the room once more, "Sit friends. There is much to discuss. Here is Gundren's Calling and Eileestree's Calling, we have been busy at work." Clearing his throat for a moment, he says "I have had disturbing... visions... in my nightly meditation. I have put my people on high alert, and we have slowed all construction on non essential buildings to a near halt other then what is absolutely needed, other then farming and providing what we can to our artificers."
Linene starts to speak as Sarith finishes, "Based on the recommendations of Sarith, we have done the same. Aowyn has been training people nearly around the clock on how to defend themselves with basic fighting techniques." Dispite the dour situation, there is a note of pride in her voice as she says this next part. "Frixori has had me teaching a basic class to some interested ones on the basics of magic, while she hosts the more advanced class with Nynawin assisting. I fear the world is going to get worse before it gets better, but we are making ourselves as ready as we can be. Hopefully we are out of the way enough to not be effected by all this chaos. I thank the gods that you showed up to affect so much change in our sleepy home. We would be washed away to nothing I fear without the change you brought with you. Our people have a new spirit, despite the ill omens."
"I have been working the forge all day as well. " Barda says. "More then half the town wants weapons now. I have had to take on 3 apprentices to keep up."
Finally Cyrnair feels the need to speak to explain to their friends and try to give them some enlgightement, if not calm.
"As Aowyn says, we were able to put down the white dragon that attacked the caravan. Ky'lera made it bleed with her arrows, Flint, Ennis with their spells, and Caradoc showed him the true meaning of fear and danger, but when it tried to flee, it was Gelin who put it down with his magic. Believe me when I say that I regret that I do not have the words, neither the skill, to write a tale worth of that fight. They were brave and bold. The followers of the dragon, weren't intimidated by the death of it's master. Quite on the contrary, they were enraged, and we fight against their numbers to death. " he raises a finger before the compliments starts " We were able to put an end to that threat but listen to me carefully. There are another danger in that ruins, a more dreadful and ancient danger. A guardian of the ruins that lay below, that it's content with guarding them and no one tresspassing its limits. But we do not want to make it an enemy, not now, so please, it is better to keep this location and the battle in secret, and the entrance to that ruins forgiven until... until we do a lot of things before. "
He takes a little pause to let the information sink.
"While we were resting I had a vision. A vision that lead us to the north, to my home, with all the haste we could muster. We spent a night in Nah'Thair, with Ky'Lera's people. There we learnt that the Feywild had merged with the Shadowfell, and hundreds of creatures of the Feywild had corssed to our plane seeking refugee. We send to you some of those refugees " he says to Sarith and Linenen " in hope that you show them the same kindness that it's in your very soul. From there we head north and behold a great fight betweeen the armies of Visarai, the Mistress of the hag we destroyed here, and a combined force of Waterdeep and Neverwinter armies. Above the monastery, a great planar rift was tearing our very existence apart, threating to destroy everything. We managed to reach the monastery, protected under the rocks and a dome raised by the very angels you had seen today. Inside... " he stops for a second, looking for the words... " Inside I rejoined with my mother and.. MyLord Lathander, the Morning Lord. He was gracious enough to attend us, and gave us guidance and porpouse. When The rift was almost complete and Visarai power at her highest, she turned her attention to us. " Another pause " Then my mother and He sacrificed themselves to stop her, to delay her as much as they could. They sealed the rift and gave us time to gather our strengths and forces, and to collect magical artifacts, like this Sword, forged by Lathander himself " he unsehates his sword and let the others see its platinum edge "that will help us fight Visarai and stop her. "
He seathes his sword, and sits again. Looks towards his companions and says.
"Forgive me if I've forgotten something, or if I didn't made justice to your great deeds. Now, time is of the essence. We need to discover where to look for this objects, go there and retrive them before the time expires... We are going to need help. "
PbP Character: A few ;)
The entire table sits completely mute during Cyrnair's tale, and continues on silently for a long time. Each counsel member looks between them, and then back to rest of the heroes, seeming to search for affirmation.
"That is quite... quite a thing..." Barda says after a moment, breaking the silence.
"You saw a god?" Linene exclaims quietly.
Sarith says after another moment of thought "He scarified himself? What does that mean?"
Aowyn and Frixori say "The green haired woman Carodoc got charmed by? She is powerful enough to fight a god? And she tore a hole in the planes?"
Frixori suddenly realizing what was said, stands up and goes over to Cyrnair and hugs him. "Oh Cyrnair! I am so sorry."
After a few moments pass, and everyone has time to collect themselves, Sarith ushers everyone to sit again. "So you say your God bought us time to seal this Visarai away, and he tasked you with gathering powerful artifacts to help finish the job. Where are these items, and how can we assist.
Caradoc and Gelin have been standing off to the side, the halfling humming a soft tune and murmuring words while Gelin scrambles with pen and ink to put words to paper.
"One Artifact is within the lands of Cyrnair's chosen...
A chain born of fire wielded by the one that Artemis' priest seeks.
Found to the east of old dwarf's calling, in the peaks of dragonkin.
A shield of thunder within the forge of a cruel and powerful Fire Giant lord.
Its access to the fire plane is to the north.
A scroll of ancient knowledge written in the hand of Mordenkainen himself.
A gathering of knowledge of the five great wizard-sages of old,
Within the sage's private realm overrun by Aberrations to the north-east.
A locket of woven precious metals, imbued with energy from all of the planes
Lies in the cave of Waves and Echoes, guarded by a corrupted spirit of the waters, twisted by Visarai and another evil artifact.
The power to open and close portals lies within this locket.
Keepsake given to the lover of Mielikki, this emblem is imbued with generations of caregivers and their magics.
Worn now in the far south by the new leader of a serpentine race, allied with Visarai.
Use this time wisely. A little less time then a year before she can escape this realm of shadow."
The halfling takes a deep breath and exhales heavily. "So there are four more artifacts out there somewhere..."
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
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