Griff finishes his food and finds himself a blanket. "It is being evening, I am thinking we should sleep and maybe be discussing what this all means with clearer head..."
Hector returns, "she's fine, just tired herself out with all this magic I think, Delores says she gets a little carried away when they have company but they've both decided to retire for the evening, not that Mireah got a say. Or could really protest." Hector sees Gewyn now shirtless and having taken himself to think alone and decides not to breach that particular subject just now. Instead he sits beside Elthana, and Sam, whispering, "hey, I want to come with you all when you are finished on Shenoh and head towards the Vox's castle... I'm sure Serafina would offer too, this issue is bigger than all of us and we should do everything we can to stop her, and to save you, Elthana."
"It's your realm," Sam says. "The more fighting to save it the better." Of course he didn't really care too much about this realm. Sure, saving it was the right thing to do and everything so he would do what he could but at the end of the day this wasn't his home... his people... So the one thing he really cared about here was saving Elthana. And as he said, the more fighting for that the better.
Vin listens to the others try to figure out what Mireah had done and why, knowing that without the ArchFae to answer it was all really irrelevant. As Gewyn explains the boon he received from Morris, he desperately wants to ask for more details. What does dominion over death and remembrance mean?
It sounded exactly like Morris's own power. Had he gained some portion of power from Morris and now also the Mireah?
He does not speak up though, merely watches his friend and wonders before being distracted by Neferox, whose ears perk up and gaze moves to the door.
"Neferox can hear the Roc's mourning. The male must be feeling better", he says before moving over to Neferox and taking a seat. "You think they could be persuaded to take us where we need to go, Muir?".
Some time later, Gewyn stands up, says a few quiet words to the dragon on his shoulders, wipes his eyes, and then turns around and walks back to the campfire with a smile on his face that doesn't quite reach his reddened eyes. "Well, after taking off my shirt, I decided to try on some self-pity, but it was a poor guard against the night air, and doesn't fit quite like it used to. Especially with how much more Elthana has to deal with right now."
The hut is warm, the fire seemingly stoked magically as to not need wood for fuel which would necessitate the chopping down of the surrounding trees.
Griff seems to have fallen asleep a short time ago and hector begins to doze in a chair, maybe looking older in this light, or possibly just because of the news of his time nearing has painted such a light onto him. He snores and mutters.
Neferox too seems to be resting now, more out of sheer boredom than the need for sleep.
Bryze has returned to vin and is stood against the inner wall seemingly inert for now.
And the hours begin to pass, the oddity of ones own body being effected slower than the passage of time that one finds themselves in with regards to the realm is notable, but not concerning. Plans have been laid, gaining help from Shenoh after travelling with Ömertyr, having the Djiini rally forces against Nivara, saving the Vox and bringing balance to an unbalanced realm, and acceptance to a race of oppressed kobolds, hoping to save Elthana from her fate intertwined with Nivara's soul. The weight of the mission ahead bears down upon you all heavily, but for now, the fire is warm, the food and wine was tolerable, and rest is to be had.
(Everyone take a short rest, those with trance and such like can gain a long rest)
Mireah sleeps late, and in the morning Delores is the first to grace you all with her presence. She has a small, perfume smelling pouch with her and gives those of you who are awake a nod before heading out the door and off toward the lake.
Sam spends most of the down time outside of the hut. Not exploring the region or wandering off but rather sitting somewhere nearby and practicing...
Sam spends hours training with Hootie, the small owl ((which player had mostly forgotten was pulled from the bag)) from his Bag of Tricks. Together they practice commands and communication, tasks Hootie could do which may prove useful such as fetching items as well as moves and flyby swoops which could aid Sam in combat. While doing this, as well as after, Sam practices some of his own tricks as well. He uses his [spellMold Earth[/spell] to busy himself when Hootie is busy flying around by making different symbols and shapes in the earth, making the ground flow (in a limited area) to create different patterns and even difficulties of terrain... And of course there is some time spent practicing his martial prowess - Swinging his maul around and practicing different movements. While doing this practice Sam pays particular thought to the things that Morris has so recently shown him and trying to ingrain those practices into himself until they are reflexive movements...
((Not to say Sam is being anti-social or anything. He's outside much the night practicing, not meditating or anything. If anyone has need to chat or ask anything of him, Sam is available.))
Finally Sam would spend some time with the old magic textbook her picked up at the magic shop. Sam didn't know much about magic, never much cared to really... But of late there seems to be some about him in same way and he figures maybe he should wrap his thick head around it. A basic primer seems a good way to start. So Sam begins reading and studying his Quandrix Primer to try to learn a thing or two... ((And perhaps even attune to it.)) Unlike his other practice, Sam is a little less open about this. He doesn't try to hide it, precisely - He wasn't alone when he bought the primer or anything - but he would be a bit embarrassed and try to hide the hide the book if interrupted while studying it. Course he's not the brainiest type, he'd likely try to hide any book he was caught reading just on general principle.
Elthana watches as Gewyn walks away and takes a moment to himself. She finds herself torn, actually wanting to go to him to see if there is anything she can do help. She smiles to herself, how these men have wormed their way into her heart as none have before amuses her and warms her.
When he does come back and attempts a smile, she's at least glad he's joining them. She hopes he opens up more to them as it seems he is carrying a great burden. As he talks about her burden, she is taken aback. "Gewyn, don't belittle what you are dealing with. I do wish that when you're ready you'll let us in. I can tell you when I told you all what was happening with me... it really helped. It did."
As everyone settles for a bit, she does her trance, enjoying the space of the trees and the green that now surrounds them. Though it does make her ache for home a bit. In the morning she replies to Hector (just cause I forgot earlier), "We would love any help we can get... just not sure Serafina would want to fight alongside me? Not sure where we ended up with all that."
Vin had given Gewyn a smile when he returned to the group, but felt it best not to delve more into things until they had rested a bit. A lot had been happened on this visit, and time to process might well be just what they all needed.
He nods to Muir as he answers his question about the Roc's, wondering a little about his quietness, but assuming a rest would sort him out too.
He spends the first part of the Thaeir night resting, before calling Bryze to him and taking her for a spin, allowing her to take the lead as often as he tried to direct her. As they flew, he looked for a place that he could practice using his pushing blasts without destroying anything Mireah had grown or cultivated. Perhaps something that he could throw into the air akin to clay pigeon blasting.
It is quite possible they come across Hootie being trained by Sam, and Vin perhaps even heads to Sam with more questions and to demonstrate how he is doing with his own training.
Neferox for her part, does not leave Vin out of her sight, as she bounds into the air after him, marvelling at her newfound ability to run on the air itself. It is she that spots Delores head down to the lake, followed by Muir. Neferox, Vin and Bryze head closer through the air to see if they can be of any help. Well, that is why Vin goes, Neferox just follows along.
After training and trancing, Delores popping off to the lake and vin returning with a jug of water, Griff and hector begin to stir.
At Elthana's mention, Hector rubs his eyes and gives a nod, "she's my wife and a warrior... she knows what this means to me, and to the realm. She was born here, and whatever front she's putting up with you, I think when the shit hits the fan I'd be hard pressed to stop her, even if I wanted to. She likes you more than you think, she's just wary of the influence nivara might be able to get over you... I know you have no control over that, and if that council thought that you did, then you'd have been sent away, but they're just trying to protect themselves, hmm? Anyway, I wonder if our hosts will be getting us breakfast?"
Mireah comes half stumbling into the room holding her head, she looks more than hungover, like the transfer of Arcanum she gifted to Gewyn last night which had knocked her out, maybe had taken something more out of her. She looks groggily around the room and asks, "what happened last night? Did everyone else leave?" She looks to those still within the hut, before sitting herself down near Gewyn.
Gewyn had woken up slowly that morning, idly rubbing something between his fingers. In that state halfway between waking and sleeping, it took him a while to realize what it was. A single link of fine chain that shimmered like glass, and which he could only make out when he looked focused on it.
By the time Mireah wakes and sits next to him, he is seated comfortably, now rubbing his thumb gently over a length of chain now 5 links long. "Good morning, Mireah,"Gewyn says to his grandmother. He fiddles with chain some, realizing it is now attached to a spectral ring on his middle finger. "How long do you have?"
Muir follows Dolores back inside after getting some fresh air after sleeping in the hut. He sits down quietly and listens to the conversation being had.
Elthana just nods to Hector, she doesn't want to talk about Nivara this morning, she is more concerned with what is going on with Gewyn. As she passes Muir, "Are you alright? You've been awfully quiet lately. Are you able to reach Goodall (I'm sorry, isn't that the one he reaches in his tree? I might have forgotten) from this realm in your tree?"
She'll then sit near Gewyn, hoping to give him any strength she can.
Muir deep in thought snaps to and looks at El "I am....ok...Many unanswered questions that is making me feel uneasy. The unanswered questions here and radio silence home does not sit well with me. This is the first spot with trees, I suppose I could try to see if Goodall is available. I am unsure how this works across planes, but there is only one way to find out I suppose. Perhaps when we are done here you would join me?"
Sam grows frustrated with the Primer and his inability to learn anything so, as he's starting to hear people waking up and moving about, he thrusts it back into his pack and stands up and gets moving himself. After dealing with the usual aches and pains of standing up after sitting for so long - knees and back all complain - he runs a hand over his face and looks about to assess priorities... Coffee. Coffee is the priority, he decides. Walking back into the hut and looking at the others assembled he frowns when he does not see or smell any.
"Should I make coffee?" he asks, hoping someone says no and does it instead. Sure his is generally stronger than anyone else's... but theirs definitely tastes better.
Mireah looks up as Sam enters, "coffee, there is some but it's limited, I can't grow everything here and coffee bean plants don't take well to this area, those I've manage to grow don't produce much but the dried beans are over there" she points to a small container near the fire pit.
Looking around the faces in the room Mireah tries to break the tension. "Soooo.... After I passed out did you all keep drinking or...?"
Griff looks around uncomfortably not wanting to be the first to answer. Instead Spyro does, perhaps a habit from his old life of being Mireah's ward. "Mireah, something changed... The gift you gave Gewyn... What was it?" He asks, treading carefully to figure things out first. "a contract with me, an aspect of my power, a pact as it were. I thought if someone were to fall... Well, Gewyn is my blood, I thought if he can use my power, probably strengthen it through his own magic and perform a rebirth of his own... With Elthana's situation I wanted you all to have another option. Is that so bad? I feel like I've done something wrong."
Spyro takes a relieved breath, and glances around the group, before resting his snout on gewyn's shoulder and whispering something in his ear.
Vin had dropped the jug of water off but not stayed around, smiling to whomever might have seen him but heading straight back out again on Bryze, Neferox in tow.
He returns once again just in time to see Sam head back into the hut. He enters shortly after to hear Mireah's explanation of what she did to Gewyn. If anyone were to look at him, they would see on his face the satisfaction of one who has had their first bath in quite some time. And even his clothes are spotless. He nods and smiles at Delores, who gave him the idea.
When Mireah mentions a pact, he can't help but look to Neferox before asking a question.
"Would that be the same sort of rebirth as happened to you? I mean, would the person come back as a baby?".
Sam writes a bit of a note on a parchment and uses a bit of string to secure it around a rock. Once done he asks Elthana to send it through the bag to Hog, The note indeed asks for Hog to send through a stockpile of coffee beans. A lot. "A month's worth for the household at least..."
That done, he begins listening to what Mireah is saying and is instantly confused. Vin's mentioning of babies doesn't help. "Gewyn can do what now?" he asks, scratching his head.
"it is possible, but it could have other effects depending on how recent a death might have taken place. Sometimes healing magics can bring someone back but with a condition. One or more aspects of death could still take their claim. Though If Gewyn doesn't use this gift and it is him who is killed, then it's likely he will return as a baby yes."
At this vin is immediately reminded of the conversation his memory had with Morris after his untimely demise. The one aspect having taken their claim before the body could be returned to life.
During the span of the conversation, Delores does indeed return smelling fresh and clean, giving a wry smile and nod to vin thankful that at least one of the group in her abode isn't entirely covered in the dried viscera of the undead.
Griff finishes his food and finds himself a blanket. "It is being evening, I am thinking we should sleep and maybe be discussing what this all means with clearer head..."
Hector returns, "she's fine, just tired herself out with all this magic I think, Delores says she gets a little carried away when they have company but they've both decided to retire for the evening, not that Mireah got a say. Or could really protest." Hector sees Gewyn now shirtless and having taken himself to think alone and decides not to breach that particular subject just now. Instead he sits beside Elthana, and Sam, whispering, "hey, I want to come with you all when you are finished on Shenoh and head towards the Vox's castle... I'm sure Serafina would offer too, this issue is bigger than all of us and we should do everything we can to stop her, and to save you, Elthana."
"It's your realm," Sam says. "The more fighting to save it the better." Of course he didn't really care too much about this realm. Sure, saving it was the right thing to do and everything so he would do what he could but at the end of the day this wasn't his home... his people... So the one thing he really cared about here was saving Elthana. And as he said, the more fighting for that the better.
Muir sits quietly. He doesn't press Gewyn for answers, doesn't bother any of them. Just sits quietly thinking
Vin listens to the others try to figure out what Mireah had done and why, knowing that without the ArchFae to answer it was all really irrelevant. As Gewyn explains the boon he received from Morris, he desperately wants to ask for more details. What does dominion over death and remembrance mean?
It sounded exactly like Morris's own power. Had he gained some portion of power from Morris and now also the Mireah?
He does not speak up though, merely watches his friend and wonders before being distracted by Neferox, whose ears perk up and gaze moves to the door.
"Neferox can hear the Roc's mourning. The male must be feeling better", he says before moving over to Neferox and taking a seat. "You think they could be persuaded to take us where we need to go, Muir?".
Some time later, Gewyn stands up, says a few quiet words to the dragon on his shoulders, wipes his eyes, and then turns around and walks back to the campfire with a smile on his face that doesn't quite reach his reddened eyes. "Well, after taking off my shirt, I decided to try on some self-pity, but it was a poor guard against the night air, and doesn't fit quite like it used to. Especially with how much more Elthana has to deal with right now."
The hut is warm, the fire seemingly stoked magically as to not need wood for fuel which would necessitate the chopping down of the surrounding trees.
Griff seems to have fallen asleep a short time ago and hector begins to doze in a chair, maybe looking older in this light, or possibly just because of the news of his time nearing has painted such a light onto him. He snores and mutters.
Neferox too seems to be resting now, more out of sheer boredom than the need for sleep.
Bryze has returned to vin and is stood against the inner wall seemingly inert for now.
And the hours begin to pass, the oddity of ones own body being effected slower than the passage of time that one finds themselves in with regards to the realm is notable, but not concerning. Plans have been laid, gaining help from Shenoh after travelling with Ömertyr, having the Djiini rally forces against Nivara, saving the Vox and bringing balance to an unbalanced realm, and acceptance to a race of oppressed kobolds, hoping to save Elthana from her fate intertwined with Nivara's soul. The weight of the mission ahead bears down upon you all heavily, but for now, the fire is warm, the food and wine was tolerable, and rest is to be had.
(Everyone take a short rest, those with trance and such like can gain a long rest)
Mireah sleeps late, and in the morning Delores is the first to grace you all with her presence. She has a small, perfume smelling pouch with her and gives those of you who are awake a nod before heading out the door and off toward the lake.
As Muir sat their thinking and getting ready to doze off, he hears Vins question and nods his head yes before fully dozing.
Muir wakes up follows Delores out the door, standing just outside the hut watching her walk down to the lake.
Sam spends most of the down time outside of the hut. Not exploring the region or wandering off but rather sitting somewhere nearby and practicing...
Sam spends hours training with Hootie, the small owl ((which player had mostly forgotten was pulled from the bag)) from his Bag of Tricks. Together they practice commands and communication, tasks Hootie could do which may prove useful such as fetching items as well as moves and flyby swoops which could aid Sam in combat. While doing this, as well as after, Sam practices some of his own tricks as well. He uses his [spellMold Earth[/spell] to busy himself when Hootie is busy flying around by making different symbols and shapes in the earth, making the ground flow (in a limited area) to create different patterns and even difficulties of terrain... And of course there is some time spent practicing his martial prowess - Swinging his maul around and practicing different movements. While doing this practice Sam pays particular thought to the things that Morris has so recently shown him and trying to ingrain those practices into himself until they are reflexive movements...
((Not to say Sam is being anti-social or anything. He's outside much the night practicing, not meditating or anything. If anyone has need to chat or ask anything of him, Sam is available.))
Finally Sam would spend some time with the old magic textbook her picked up at the magic shop. Sam didn't know much about magic, never much cared to really... But of late there seems to be some about him in same way and he figures maybe he should wrap his thick head around it. A basic primer seems a good way to start. So Sam begins reading and studying his Quandrix Primer to try to learn a thing or two... ((And perhaps even attune to it.)) Unlike his other practice, Sam is a little less open about this. He doesn't try to hide it, precisely - He wasn't alone when he bought the primer or anything - but he would be a bit embarrassed and try to hide the hide the book if interrupted while studying it. Course he's not the brainiest type, he'd likely try to hide any book he was caught reading just on general principle.
Elthana watches as Gewyn walks away and takes a moment to himself. She finds herself torn, actually wanting to go to him to see if there is anything she can do help. She smiles to herself, how these men have wormed their way into her heart as none have before amuses her and warms her.
When he does come back and attempts a smile, she's at least glad he's joining them. She hopes he opens up more to them as it seems he is carrying a great burden. As he talks about her burden, she is taken aback. "Gewyn, don't belittle what you are dealing with. I do wish that when you're ready you'll let us in. I can tell you when I told you all what was happening with me... it really helped. It did."
As everyone settles for a bit, she does her trance, enjoying the space of the trees and the green that now surrounds them. Though it does make her ache for home a bit. In the morning she replies to Hector (just cause I forgot earlier), "We would love any help we can get... just not sure Serafina would want to fight alongside me? Not sure where we ended up with all that."
Vin had given Gewyn a smile when he returned to the group, but felt it best not to delve more into things until they had rested a bit. A lot had been happened on this visit, and time to process might well be just what they all needed.
He nods to Muir as he answers his question about the Roc's, wondering a little about his quietness, but assuming a rest would sort him out too.
He spends the first part of the Thaeir night resting, before calling Bryze to him and taking her for a spin, allowing her to take the lead as often as he tried to direct her. As they flew, he looked for a place that he could practice using his pushing blasts without destroying anything Mireah had grown or cultivated. Perhaps something that he could throw into the air akin to clay pigeon blasting.
It is quite possible they come across Hootie being trained by Sam, and Vin perhaps even heads to Sam with more questions and to demonstrate how he is doing with his own training.
Neferox for her part, does not leave Vin out of her sight, as she bounds into the air after him, marvelling at her newfound ability to run on the air itself. It is she that spots Delores head down to the lake, followed by Muir. Neferox, Vin and Bryze head closer through the air to see if they can be of any help. Well, that is why Vin goes, Neferox just follows along.
Neferox Hit Dice: 5+3+5+3=16 Hit Points
After training and trancing, Delores popping off to the lake and vin returning with a jug of water, Griff and hector begin to stir.
At Elthana's mention, Hector rubs his eyes and gives a nod, "she's my wife and a warrior... she knows what this means to me, and to the realm. She was born here, and whatever front she's putting up with you, I think when the shit hits the fan I'd be hard pressed to stop her, even if I wanted to. She likes you more than you think, she's just wary of the influence nivara might be able to get over you... I know you have no control over that, and if that council thought that you did, then you'd have been sent away, but they're just trying to protect themselves, hmm? Anyway, I wonder if our hosts will be getting us breakfast?"
Mireah comes half stumbling into the room holding her head, she looks more than hungover, like the transfer of Arcanum she gifted to Gewyn last night which had knocked her out, maybe had taken something more out of her. She looks groggily around the room and asks, "what happened last night? Did everyone else leave?" She looks to those still within the hut, before sitting herself down near Gewyn.
Gewyn had woken up slowly that morning, idly rubbing something between his fingers. In that state halfway between waking and sleeping, it took him a while to realize what it was. A single link of fine chain that shimmered like glass, and which he could only make out when he looked focused on it.
By the time Mireah wakes and sits next to him, he is seated comfortably, now rubbing his thumb gently over a length of chain now 5 links long. "Good morning, Mireah," Gewyn says to his grandmother. He fiddles with chain some, realizing it is now attached to a spectral ring on his middle finger. "How long do you have?"
Muir follows Dolores back inside after getting some fresh air after sleeping in the hut. He sits down quietly and listens to the conversation being had.
Elthana just nods to Hector, she doesn't want to talk about Nivara this morning, she is more concerned with what is going on with Gewyn. As she passes Muir, "Are you alright? You've been awfully quiet lately. Are you able to reach Goodall (I'm sorry, isn't that the one he reaches in his tree? I might have forgotten) from this realm in your tree?"
She'll then sit near Gewyn, hoping to give him any strength she can.
Muir deep in thought snaps to and looks at El "I am....ok...Many unanswered questions that is making me feel uneasy. The unanswered questions here and radio silence home does not sit well with me. This is the first spot with trees, I suppose I could try to see if Goodall is available. I am unsure how this works across planes, but there is only one way to find out I suppose. Perhaps when we are done here you would join me?"
Sam grows frustrated with the Primer and his inability to learn anything so, as he's starting to hear people waking up and moving about, he thrusts it back into his pack and stands up and gets moving himself. After dealing with the usual aches and pains of standing up after sitting for so long - knees and back all complain - he runs a hand over his face and looks about to assess priorities... Coffee. Coffee is the priority, he decides. Walking back into the hut and looking at the others assembled he frowns when he does not see or smell any.
"Should I make coffee?" he asks, hoping someone says no and does it instead. Sure his is generally stronger than anyone else's... but theirs definitely tastes better.
Mireah looks up as Sam enters, "coffee, there is some but it's limited, I can't grow everything here and coffee bean plants don't take well to this area, those I've manage to grow don't produce much but the dried beans are over there" she points to a small container near the fire pit.
Looking around the faces in the room Mireah tries to break the tension. "Soooo.... After I passed out did you all keep drinking or...?"
Griff looks around uncomfortably not wanting to be the first to answer. Instead Spyro does, perhaps a habit from his old life of being Mireah's ward. "Mireah, something changed... The gift you gave Gewyn... What was it?" He asks, treading carefully to figure things out first. "a contract with me, an aspect of my power, a pact as it were. I thought if someone were to fall... Well, Gewyn is my blood, I thought if he can use my power, probably strengthen it through his own magic and perform a rebirth of his own... With Elthana's situation I wanted you all to have another option. Is that so bad? I feel like I've done something wrong."
Spyro takes a relieved breath, and glances around the group, before resting his snout on gewyn's shoulder and whispering something in his ear.
Vin had dropped the jug of water off but not stayed around, smiling to whomever might have seen him but heading straight back out again on Bryze, Neferox in tow.
He returns once again just in time to see Sam head back into the hut. He enters shortly after to hear Mireah's explanation of what she did to Gewyn. If anyone were to look at him, they would see on his face the satisfaction of one who has had their first bath in quite some time. And even his clothes are spotless. He nods and smiles at Delores, who gave him the idea.
When Mireah mentions a pact, he can't help but look to Neferox before asking a question.
"Would that be the same sort of rebirth as happened to you? I mean, would the person come back as a baby?".
Sam writes a bit of a note on a parchment and uses a bit of string to secure it around a rock. Once done he asks Elthana to send it through the bag to Hog, The note indeed asks for Hog to send through a stockpile of coffee beans. A lot. "A month's worth for the household at least..."
That done, he begins listening to what Mireah is saying and is instantly confused. Vin's mentioning of babies doesn't help. "Gewyn can do what now?" he asks, scratching his head.
"it is possible, but it could have other effects depending on how recent a death might have taken place. Sometimes healing magics can bring someone back but with a condition. One or more aspects of death could still take their claim. Though If Gewyn doesn't use this gift and it is him who is killed, then it's likely he will return as a baby yes."
At this vin is immediately reminded of the conversation his memory had with Morris after his untimely demise. The one aspect having taken their claim before the body could be returned to life.
During the span of the conversation, Delores does indeed return smelling fresh and clean, giving a wry smile and nod to vin thankful that at least one of the group in her abode isn't entirely covered in the dried viscera of the undead.