Sha is able to deduce the nutritional value of the meat substitute, after many years' experience working with medicinal herbs and magical reagents. It certainly does seem to replace almost all of the vital nutrients that are abundant in meat, and it is apparent that someone very skilled created this; and that it is an honest attempt at meeting the needs of a different diet. But there is something missing, or a combination that doesn't quite work (there are no biochemists in the forgotten realms, but our world's modern medicine would diagnose the goblins in the firbolg village with chronic minor B12 deficiency, as the goblin digestive system struggles to absorb b12 without animal fat; this concoction is extremely rich in B12, but it's still difficult for the goblins to absorb enough from it. Bugbears apparently have a little better ability to take it in). Sha feels certain that, over a longer period of time, this supplement doesn't fully solve the problem it's intended to, although the specific language for his insight doesn't exist in his world. Centrally, he feels certain that the if the goblins ate some milk, fish, or meat once in a while this problem would go away.
The joy goes out of Aspen, and some of Hickory's disdain leaves him, with apprehension taking both of their previous moods' places, as they take in Hemlock and Saoirse's words. "I am sorry, stranger. You only mean to protect us... but... what if you can not? What if the best way to protect the skyoaks and our people's purpose is to give up and say they win?"Aspen looks at Hemlock. "We have to have you talk to the elders right away. You really mean that maybe... maybe all of our home is in true danger?"Neither of them has ever before considered that their entire village could actually be wiped out.
Thorn backs off a bit from his position, conceding some of Lam's points. "Yes, you can fight to protect. And certainly, if hunting was necessary to survive, then it is not dishonourable at all. I do not mean to insult you, or to insult my ancestors; and I believe that you are a good and honourable man. But looking at this village, this forest, what the Firbolg way makes of its home. I wish that everyone is able to live in this peace, where not even animals need to suffer or go hungry. And I fear, that too much of learning your culture will make some young goblins - or my niece and nephews - want to leave this culture for one where they need to fight. That they will think that fighting - to protect or to eat - is a better way to honour than is planting a tree and helping it grow.
The meal finishes, with bowls and eating utensils gathered at the end of each table, where one person from each takes the stack to the kitchen area to clean, and another wipes down each table. People begin to disperse, wether out to tend the forest, or to other tasks in the village, or to play and take care of children. Thorn's class children head back to living areas to sleep a little more of the morning, having lost some of the night to stargazing.
Rhododendron's elk form scrambles down from the high aspen grove into the dining area and approaches you. Without shifting back, she inclines her head towards you all and turns. The unspoken command is clear: "follow me."
"You are in the same position as Village Tree now that those who wish you harm have managed to cross the river. At the Tree most do not wish to fight, they are a peaceful people as well. I do not know what they will ultimately decide to do. Fight for their way of life, or perhaps lose it. But one thing I can say is that the people of the Vale are stronger together", Hemlock replies to Hickory. It is not his place to tell these people to fight or not.
"I am sure Rhododendron has it in mind whether we will talk to the other elders. We are merely guests here", he replies to Aspen with a shy smile. "But we will do our best to advise while we are allowed to remain here".
When Rhododendron does re-appear, he stands and follows with the others. Reaching out into her mind to remind her, "I have not forgotten you had a message from my parents. I am keen to hear what they have to say, and for news of my tribe".
Saoirsereturns Aspen's and Hickory's apprehensive looks with a sad but understanding nod. She says, "Gods know I hate the idea that any harm could befall Oakhome or Village Tree. But something must be done. And I understand your concerns, Hickory; I swear I do. Fighting them will bring violence to your doorstep, but who's to say that giving up won't lead to a similar fate? Thrice we've encountered Strixwell's envoys, and thrice we've seen them use mind control magic to sway those around them, forcing them to commit violent acts against their intentions. Captain Jonah was forced to kill the kobold he was trying to parley with, and a mind-controlled HMC soldier plunged his sword into a teenage boy from Village Tree. Who's to say they won’t make you burn the oaktrees even if you bargain for peace? After what we've seen, I have no doubt that these people are vile and twisted enough to do that."
The genasi falls silent after saying this, but after a moment, she adds, "I'm sorry. There is no right answer for this... except what Hemlock said. The people of the Vale will indeed be stronger if they stand together."
When Rhododendron's doe form reappears and gestures for them to follow, Saoirse stands up immediately, concern written all over her face about what will happen next.
Sha-gravis, quietly in goblin, „Es ist das Werk einer sehr erfahrenen und sachkundigen Person. Es ist wirklich das Beste, das ich je hatte. Ich weiß jedoch, dass Fleischfresser, die lange leben, Fett und Muskeln brauchen, um wirklich gesund und voll zu leben. Ich vermute, dieses Pulver würde jeden von uns auf unbestimmte Zeit ernähren und ist viel einfacher zu transportieren als sogar Rationen. Ich bin mir nicht sicher, was Sombra denkt.“
"It's the work of a very skilled and knowledgeable person. It is truly the best I've ever had. I know however that long term carnivores need the fats and muscle to truly live healthy and full lives. I suspect this powder would sustain any of us indefinitely and is far easier to carry than even rations. I'm not sure what Sombra thinks."
Sombra has the crystal powder glittering on her face and seems to know she is a pretty girl.
As Lam continues talking to Thorn, he gets more out of defensive mode and is able to listen more accurately to what his new friend is saying. It’s written on his face that he agrees with many of Thorn’s points- his first experience of seeing people live peacefully was coming to the Village Tree, and that had been life changing for him. And he is already impressed with Oakhome and the rituals of singing that happen here. There is clearly more to life than what he had appreciated in the past. And he certainly respects what Thorn does here! At the same time, he is loosely paying attention to what Saoirse and Hemlock are saying, and he forms an idea that he struggles to put into words.
He says, “Planting a tree… helping it grow… is good. I have just started to learn this. But… if nobody fights… then peace can be threatened. There are those who want harm. To burn down trees. Not everyone should fight. Children should not- not while they are young,” he says, thinking of the young goblins here and the teenagers in the village tree, “And it is good for those who fight to learn… to create, and share, and help in other ways,”he says, thinking of himself. “But if nobody who wants peace learns to fight…what happens when those who want harm try to? Who will stop trees from burning?”At no point during this conversation does Lam promise not to talk about his own culture. He does, however, say that he doesn’t want to encourage any young goblins or bugbears to put themselves in danger. “There are many ways to honour,” he says, grateful for this chance to exchange ideas with one of his own.
Thorn leaves Lam looking thoughtful, respectful, but also very aware that he did not quite get the reassurances that he hoped for. At a nod from Doededendron, Hickory and Aspen do not join when you follow her back into the rree, and through the trunk towards what was once the tree's crown. Another door opens at that end of the hollow central trunk, into a great clearing ringed by ancient branches, now covered in moss and with miniature forests growing atop them. The yoing foliage above the old branches is so thick that you can not see out to the greater forest beyond. 30 or so feet into the clearing, 8 older firbolgs (no goblins or bugbears) stand in a circle. They are each clad in clothing that evokes some aspect of nature, and they each wear a facial expression designed to say 'I am older and wiser than you, and you are an insolent child.' Doededendron bounds ahaid of you and joins them, standing and blurring into her true form as she does. After a few whispered words, the circle of elders opens up, leaving conspicuous space for the four of you to join, where the dappled sunlight will shine directly at you, and the elders sit down.
"Well," a male elder whose garments erupt into stylized shelf mushrooms.over each shoulder begins, "you have insisted in coming here. You have cleansed the lake. You have shown a threat where to find us. Hemlock's tribe has reached out to the other Firbolg tribes for the first time in a century. Your parents want you to come home. Elder Elm is dead at the hands of a servant of Stixwell. They are willing to destroy the skyoaks if they believe they must. I believe that brings us all up to speed. So, young 'adventurers,' what do you have to say for yourselves?"
Sombra is getting a little fidgety. She did not like the nutrient supplement at all, and is starting to get a little hungry.
Hemlock tentatively walks into the space amongst the elders, and watches as Elder Rhododendron shifts back into her Firbolg self, before the other elder speaks. He has been taught to respect his elders, and so his demeanour is certainly respectful, but he has also been taught to recognise his own worth.
At mention of his parents, a frown crosses his face. He is happy to have word from them, but is not happy with what the word has turned out to be.
"Greetings, Elders", he says showing deference but also highlighting the fact that there was no introduction. "We are grateful to be allowed into Oakhome, and more grateful to stand amongst you now".
He looks around to his friends.
"I am Hemlock and these are Saoirse, Lam and Sha-Gravis", he says by way of introduction even though he is aware they know who each of them are.
"You have laid out the bare facts of the matter it is true, and we sense your reluctance in even that. I am heartened to hear word from my parents, and am keen to know if there is more to their message. They are not usually so succinct".
"I would also address the unfortunate passing of Elder Elm. We did all we could to avoid that fate for her and the young firbolg with her. I assume you have spoken to the young girl, and know the circumstance of Viconia's insistence on being shown to the temple in the centre of the forest. Of her threat to burn the entire forest to ensure that happens. And her instruction to her guard to kill the girl if Elder Elm did not comply immediately. We acted with best intentions and I believe had we not acted both would have perished and your tree singers would have been attacked as well, likely some captured and some killed".
"We sought to come here and speak with you because Viconia was a mere pawn in the plans of one far more powerful. One whose agents have crossed the river and are now amongst you. Who have no respect for nature and will destroy it to achieve their goals. Who control the minds of others and force them to perform despicable acts of savagery against their will. Our goal here is to warn you of the greater threat and seek to ally with you. Where I am from, my tribe, are peaceful as you are. But we protect our own and defend ourselves when necessary. I am hopeful that the same is true of this tribe".
By the end of his speech he is standing tall and defiant, and yet at no point does he raise his voice or his tone become disrespectful.
Saoirsestands quietly while the first Elder addresses them. The genasi is once again struck by how they frame the facts to make them feel at fault. For instance, they focus on the death of Elder Elm, yet overlook that Bluestem is alive. On one hand, she wants to protest, but on the other... she understands that these words may come from the difficult position they’re in since Viconia and her pawns crossed the river and set foot on their lands, endangering them all.
When Hemlockreplies, she first bows politely as he says her name, then watches him speak, nodding occasionally to enforce his words. Saoirse gasps slightly when they mention that Hemlock’s parents want him back, casting a worried look at the firbolg. She doesn’t want to think about what would happen if she couldn’t rely on Hemlock’s presence, and worries about how he’ll take this news. It can’t be easy for him to hear that his parents want him back when that's probably the last thing he wants.
As Hemlockspeaks of how Strixwell’s agents have the means to control minds, Saoirse remains silent but begins rummaging through her backpack and retrieves Sebastian’s collar. By the time Hemlock finishes, Saoirse has approached Elder Rhododendron and presents the collar to her. “As Hemlock says, Strixwell’s agents have the means to control others’ minds. They can do that with spells, but they have also began to produce these. As far as we know, these collars are being used to enslave members of the Blood of the True King. So far, we’ve encountered two of them. I don’t know how many more may be under their sway, but I suspect it’s far more than two,”she pauses and adds, “Well, one. Fortunately, we managed to free the one who wore this specific collar.”
Saoirsedoesn’t stands silent once again, simply looking at Rhododendronand wondering if, having been in the Great War, she might recognize the collar.
Sha gives Lam vigilant blessing, and touches Saoirse with guidance. He wipes the 'sugar meat' from Sombra and holds her close as the tension builds ebbs and flows. Sometimes the past is best left in the void...
Lam takes his cue from his friends on how to act as he stands listening to the new elder talk, not entirely sure himself what to do. This one speaks very frankly about the situation. Lam raises his eyebrows at the news about Hemlock’s parents, and looks to Hemlock to see how he feels about the news. He nods at Hemlock’s speech, agreeing with pretty much every word. He watches Saoirse present the collar to Rhododendron, and he looks at each elder’s face to see how they are taking his friends’ words.
The fungal elder speaks first, "It should be an honour to have you here, Hemlock, Saoirse, Lam, and Sha. I am Elder Morel, and these are elders Granite, Rhubarb, Azalea, Maple, Dogwood, Cherry, and Rhododendron. You are well meaning and good people, and the network of tribes has missed your clan for far too long. It should be a joyous occasion, you being here. But Elm was the final member of our council, and you find us in a moment of grief. You ask us to walk a path that will lead to more grief. When the 'Lightbringer' ended the war and handed dominion of the valley to the High Elves, we were able to convince them to allow us to plant and tend the Skyoaks, even though they did not value the trees. You say you seek to ally with us. To what end? We may be able to come to an understanding with this Strixwell, to learn what she desires, and deal with her in a way that ensures the safety of the grove. To ally with you, openly against her, is to invite them to attack Oakhome or the great trees."
"So, you must have some information that you are keeping from us. To risk this, there must be more at stake than Strixwell expanding her influence."
Rhododendron and the male elder both seem shocked by the sight of the collar, but the others do not seem to recognize it. "The mind magic you describe is terrible indeed, and those collars are a terrible magic, abhorrent to many of my values. And yet, the collars allowed the Lightbringer soldiers who could not be turned by the Mind Flayers; and were necessary for him to win the war. We do not ride to war against every practitioner of such magics. So tell us, why is this different. What makes her a greater threat than those we've faced before?"
Hemlock searches the faces of the elders, trying to determine if they are serious in dealing with Strixwell after what happened to Elder Elm.
”What assurances do we have that if there were more to tell that you wouldn’t use it to bargain with Strixwell? You know her terms already and her envoy has already attacked your Skyoaks and killed Elder Elm for refusing those terms. You also know that collar was not worn by choice, to harm not protect”.
Saoirsewas as shocked as Hemlock when Elder Morel suggested a possible alliance with Strixwell, even after they had witnessed the kind of orders her pawns obey without question. She was suddenly reminded of a story she’d heard as a child, about a hero shunned by his lord and forced to live in exile—yet still, he tried to act with honor, respecting his lord's decision. "What a wonderful servant, if only he had a decent master,"she mused, recalling the most famous quote from that tale, where a servant’s loyalty was wasted on a dishonorable master.
Returning to the present, she addressed the Elders, "What can you expect from Lord Strixwell after seeing what her followers are willing to do? Do you really believe you’d be safe after bargaining with someone like her?"
"The mind magic you describe is terrible indeed, and those collars are a terrible magic, abhorrent to many of my values. And yet, the collars allowed the Lightbringer soldiers who could not be turned by the Mind Flayers; and were necessary for him to win the war. We do not ride to war against every practitioner of such magics. So tell us, why is this different. What makes her a greater threat than those we've faced before?"
"Did you meet Gareth Dayne during or after the Great War? What are your thoughts on him?"Saoirseasks Elders Rhododendron and Morel, her curiosity genuine.
She continues, "You see, even though I belong to the Blood of the True King, I’ve stopped calling him Lightbringer. I believe he should be called by his name, rather than by the title he used to make others—and himself—believe he was a god. He was no god, just a mortal. And even if his actions led to the defeat of the Mindflayer Empire, I don’t believe he should be followed blindly, as we Blood Hunters were taught to do. He may have created these collars—among other things—with the sole purpose of defeating the Mindflayers, but the truth is… Gareth Dayne is no more. Silvia Strixwell is. And she has procured herself an unknown number of the finest warriors," there is pride in her voice as she says this, "trained to seek and destroy creatures like ilithids, and totally unable to defy her or her pawns' commands."
The fire genasi looks at the Elders one by one before asking, "Are you telling me you'd rather let someone like Silvia Strixwell, whose underlings you have already seen in action, rule your land? You find these collars abhorrent, yet you’d prefer they keep existing, rather than freeing those who have to live with them around their necks?"
(ooc: I will leave an Insight check to understand their feelings towards the "Lightbringer": 11)
Lam crosses his arms when Morel talks about negotiating with Strixwell. He forgets his tact for a moment and says out loud, “She has already hurt children. She is not safe.” Then he stops talking and defers to his friends, his arms still crossed.
It's been a long break. Thank you, as always, for your patience. I think it makes sense to restart with a very broad, (though very un-detailed) review of the state of the valley. It's behind this spoiler tag so that you can easily decide to skip over.
The state of the valley, by faction/location:
The Hammerstone Mining Company;
whose local base is in Coldwater Keep, is a mining/lumber/frontier company built on the principle of meaningful, honest work for indentured servants/prisoners and an honourable path back to life and work after prison sentences. This is truly a huge improvement on the other law enforcement systems existing in this fantasy world, and the people running in it truly believe in respect and honour. However, they have been hired by Silvia Strixwell, the royal leader of the city of Sprindawn and the surrounding lands. Strixwell recently acquired legal ownership of the Silver Stream Valley. Her nephew, Tux, explored the valley and learned that it was the likely location of the Crown of Divine Right. Strixwell may have had him killed for that information. Strixwell is using the HMC to clear the valley of locals, and as cover to send her top leutenants, teams each comprised of a powerful mage and a blood hunter (forced into service by a nasty mind-control collar) to investigate the rumours of the Crown more directly. One leutenant is dead, the blood hunter Sebastian free and in the company of the Kobold clan. The other has just been killed, her body taken back to the keep by Kieran, a blood hunter bound directly to Strixwell, who has some implied familial connection to our Saoirse. The local HMC leader, Jonah Hammerstone, defied the sorceress directly, and is implied to be being held in custody at Coldwater Keep. More and more sodiers from Springdawn have been joining the HMC groups, getting to the valley faster than should be possible.
The Thieve's Guild
Within Springdawn, there is a powerful thieve's guild, run by the conniving and nefarious Vince. He is in a contest and balance with Strixwell for control of the city, both using the other, but each wishing they did not need the other. Vince has access to powerful magics, and wants revenge on you all for aiding in Saffron Gale's escape from his clutches. He has so far attempted to send Nothics and Doppelgangers to gather information from you and potentially assassinate you. If he learns that the Crown is here (has he already? he is quite devious.), he will certainly attempt to claim it before anyone else can.
Village Tree
Village tree seems almost utopian, a beautiful village build in the top of an ancient Skyoak tree. The people live in harmony with nature and each other, each giving what they can, and knowing that the community will take care of them. While there is no official hierarchy in the village, the two de facto leaders when you arrived were the archdruid Rhys and the wood-elf Cylence. Rhys has since realized that he is under the influence of the Crown, and has retreated somewhere in the valley for meditation. Cylence has been encouraging more active resistance among the villagers. You have recently learned that Cylence is actually the Sapphire Dragon Hamza, in disguise. Some of their youths have tried to resist the HMC incursion directly, and mostly proved themselves to be too inexperienced to fight a guerrilla war effectively. One of those teens, Frederico, is now recovering from the fatal wound that you all just barely saved him from, though he will be physically limited for the rest of his life. Two of your friends and companions are staying in Village tree. The construct artificer Fitzwhistle is the only person known to have freed himself from a command of the Crown, though he needed to die and be resurrected in a new body for that to happen. The tortle artificer Tesfaye is your staunchest ally and supporter, and they think of themself as part of your party, though they are timid and would rather avoid actually fighting. They are joyously learning about new ways to interact with magic and the arcane, and are worried about you all. You have a sending stone linked to them, and can check in each day.
Kobold Clan
A large clan of Kobolds are currently living in an underground palace which was previously home to a mind flayer and a small group of enslaved duergar dwarves. The kobolds worship and follow the dragon Hamza, who at some point freed them from slavery, just as she has freed the duergars more recently. Hamza is a founding member of the Thronebreaker's guild, a secret organization opposing mind control and slavery; founded in response to the 'Lightbringer' Gareth Dayne taking control of the world and building an empire when he created and wore the Crown of Divine Right. Hamza had a lover, a silver dragon, who she fears has fallen under control of the Crown's wearer here in the Valley. The dragon also influences Village Tree disguised as Cylence the ranger. Hamza has gifted you with a gem that allows her to communicate with Hemlock telepathically at any distance. Three other NPCs of note are currently with the Kobold clan: the kobold translator and host Hasan; the Lizarfolk ranger Ali, the last scion of a family who once protected dragon breeding grounds; and Sebastian, the freed blood hunter.
The Greatwood / Oakhome
You are currently guests within the Firbolg village of oakhome, which is lead by a council of elders. The village is fairly egalitarian, but the goblin residents - descendants of refugees - live much shorter lives than the Firbolgs, and are viewed as less intelligent. You have discovered that the dietary supplements that allow them to live on the herbivorous firbolg diet may not actually be sufficient to let them live full, healthy lives; and may indeed be damaging their cognitive development. The same issue might have a minor effect on the very few Bugbear residents. Aspen, a young firbolg woman, encouraged you to come to the tree, believing that she needs you to help convince the council to resist the foreigners in the valley, and that they will need your help. You have cleansed a nearby lake of a 100 year old corruption caused by a priest who was commanded by the Crown to turn away from his goddes; a task that the Firbolgs had not accomplished themselves. This may provide you some social leverage.
Other Locations:
A temple in the heart of the greatwood - you know little about this other than that the HMC folks want to find it and Rhys told you not to bother with it.
The Grave Fort is north of the greatwood, covered in dense fog, and home to serious necromantic magic. All signs suggest that the crown-bearer was there for some time, though likely many decades ago.
Green Castle is to the west of the Greatwood, and is the other hub of the same community living at village tree. It is the largest settlement in the valley.
Weretown is far to the Northeast. It is a safe haven for Lycanthropes, who are able to resist the dark parts of their curses thanks to a mysterious obelisk in the middle of town, implied to be connected to the magic of the Crown.
Hemlock notices a look when he presses on the message from his family that he recognizes from others in his home village; a look that says "patience, youngster, we'll get to that in time." These elders would rather not talk about the message in front of the rest of your party, but they are not keeping it from you at all. Rather, it seems like getting the full message will just take time that they are not willing to use during this meeting. There is something mysterious about it though - as if the elders don't want to share the method of communication with outsiders.
The elders exchange looks at each other after your last round of questions and arguments, and reach a silent agreement to allow Rhododendron to be the one who responds. "I met Gareth Dayne once, before he was 'Lightbringer.' I found him to be a distasteful, immoral man, with no qualms about sacrificing liberty or lives towards victory in the great war. He was a tactician, and did not hide the fact that he considered people and armies more as dragonchess pieces than as actual individuals with lives and children at home. Yet, I was convinced by my own elders then, that such a man was necessary if we were to have a hope of stopping the mind flayers from destroying us all. When the monsters fell, and their slaves were freed, I was shocked to hear that a goddess had annointed Dayne as the rightful king, and shocked to learn that everyone accepted it. And yet, it was a story that everyone believed, including people whose judgement I trusted. He is called the Lightbringer because the world believed that he was annointed by the gods, and because all who met him bent the knee, with no bloodshed. He told my elders that they would serve the High Elves in this valley, but that we would be able to regrow the Greatwood and the Skyoaks that had been destroyed by the ilithids. This balance allowed for the forest to grow, though I am glad that the high elves left when Dayne's rule ended.
"I believe all you say. We can not work with one who would harm children, with one who would burn a skyoak, with Elm's murderess. The council is convinced that we can not ally with Strixwell, that we can not accept her dominion over this land. We will turn her lackeys away from the forest where we can. But, you can not ask us to send our people out of the forest, to march against her or her people. I am no Gareth Dayne, and we have no dragonchess pieces on a board. We have people, and they are our family."
Elder Morel nods slowly in reluctant agreement. He might not have promised even this much, but has been overruled, and the council will act in unison. But there is still something that they do not understand. "So, young heroes, what can Oakhome do to help you in your quest to remove the invaders from the Valley? You seem to believe that you know why they are here, and you do not talk as if their central goal is to destroy us. Why are they here, and what can you do about it?"
Sombraopens her mouth and looks upwards, then glances atSha. She's starting to get a little hungry. The elders notice the little harpy, and do not hide that she makes them uneasy.
Sombra opens her mouth and looks upwards, then glances at Sha. She's starting to get a little hungry. The elders notice the little harpy, and do not hide that she makes them uneasy.
“Very sorry my honored hosts but with permission I must soon depart for my charge grows hungry and will not be persuaded by less than her nature desires.”
Hemlock listens carefully to Rhododendron's tale about Gareth Dayne and lets out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding as she accepts that Oakhome cannot deal with Strixwell.
Sha's request to leave soon concerns him, there are more conversations he needs to have here. He understands though, the mimics are hungry as well.
"I am grateful you have come to the conclusion to oppose Strixwell. You may not have dragonchess pieces on a board, but she certainly does, and you need to think how best to counter them. Knowing what they are capable of, I hope you understand why we must be secretive. Strixwell's people are in the valley seeking something, and the best way to stop them is to find that something first", he says to the Elders.
He looks to Saoirse, Sha and Lam.
"If they were interested in the temple at the centre of the forest, then so are we. One thing you can do is allow us entry. We have also heard tale of a halfling who travelled the valley some time ago that goes by the name Jeremy. If you know of him, or a wizard named Tim, that information is of value to us. Beyond that, protect your borders as you have said you will. And if the worst happens, accept refugees from Village Tree", he says gravely.
"You should also be aware that the enemy has used doppelgängers within Village Tree. This was not Strixwell herself, but an ally of hers perhaps more devious whose eyes are also on the Valley. I am afraid the longer we stay here, the more likely those eyes might land on Oakhome. I would very much like to hear what my parents have said. I am not sure I have the luxury of patience".
There is a palpable sense of relief when Sha asks to leave to feed Sombra. Morel responds "You may retire to one of the rooms in the high branches to feed her from your pack, if you have food for her with you. If not... she is beast enough that she may hunt within our forest. There was a mast year among the birches last spring, so squirrels are numerous."The idea of her hunting is clearly distasteful so some of the elders, but Morel does not seem to mind it. Sha, however, is well aware that Sombra is not yet able to hunt herself.
Morel shifts back to other questions. "A halfling and a wizard were reported to be leading the small troop that took up residence in the grave fort nearly a century ago. Though it was at that time called the Summer Palace, and used as such by the high elves before their departure. They were the ones who drove the goblin horde back, the very horde whose deserters and refugees have become part of our community. As far as we know, they did not spend much time in the greatwood, and did not ever approach Oakhome. Jeremy and Tim they might well have been called."
Hemlock feels Rhododendron reaching out to his mind again, communicating with him in secrecy.
In this moment, Hemlock can also feel the mental presence of the other elders. Their minds are connected, which explains how they can come to joint conclusions without seeming to discuss among themselves. All of the elders are aware of this telepathy. "Strixwell seeks something in the valley which she must not gain. All of this talk about the lightbringer... our thoughts lean towards one artifact of great import, missing since his death. Was the Crown the source of his power, and not merely a symbol of it? And you believe it to be in the valley?
As for your family, they did more than leave a message. They wish to speak to you. The method by which you may speak to them is known to all elders in all firbolg villages, but is a vital secret from any who do not need to know it. It is the secret dragonchess piece up our people's sleeves, if I may mix my metaphors a little. When our current conversation finishes, ask your friends to leave you with us, and we will show you what I'm talking about. This conversation and its ritual will take time, and you will probably have to stay the night with us.
Another elder speaks up about the temple - the youngest of the elders, though still probably well over 300 years old herself. "We can show you the way to the temple grove, but it is guarded. During the high elves' reign, it was a monument to the end of the cataclysm, and to the union that fought against the mind flayer invasion. Shortly after they departed, however, the monument's custodian barred all entry to the grove. She is a sacred creature, but irrational in barring entry. She can not explain herself why none may approach the monument, but neither can she allow any to approach. I fear that she may kill you if you insist. Although you did defeat the worst abominations yet seen from the lake of shadow... Do not harm her unless you are completely certain that it is necessary. "
Hemlock listens as Morel speaks of the halfling and wizard and the grave fort and the refugees. They were certainly on the right track.
And when Rhododendron reaches into his mind, he is not as surprised and disconcerted as he once might have been. His own powers had grown, most likely thanks to Hamza, although he shields that thought. He replies telepathically.
"I will not deny the conclusions that you have made, nor answer any questions regarding them", he responds firstly, knowing that they will likely read into that as much as if he had affirmed them.
"I can speak to my parents? This very evening?", he then responds, more than a little nervously. "I had no idea such a thing is possible. Just knowing it can be done could be dangerous. Showing me how, I am not sure that is a good idea. Not when I am being hunted by those who can bend someone's will and mind to their own purpose".
Rhododendron will surely pick up on hesitation, for more than one reason. But also his eagerness to know more, and the conflict in his mind about speaking to his parents.
When the other elder speaks about the temple, he is a little distracted, but hears enough to know that the temple is their path. It is too similar to what they have seen before.
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Sha is able to deduce the nutritional value of the meat substitute, after many years' experience working with medicinal herbs and magical reagents. It certainly does seem to replace almost all of the vital nutrients that are abundant in meat, and it is apparent that someone very skilled created this; and that it is an honest attempt at meeting the needs of a different diet. But there is something missing, or a combination that doesn't quite work (there are no biochemists in the forgotten realms, but our world's modern medicine would diagnose the goblins in the firbolg village with chronic minor B12 deficiency, as the goblin digestive system struggles to absorb b12 without animal fat; this concoction is extremely rich in B12, but it's still difficult for the goblins to absorb enough from it. Bugbears apparently have a little better ability to take it in). Sha feels certain that, over a longer period of time, this supplement doesn't fully solve the problem it's intended to, although the specific language for his insight doesn't exist in his world. Centrally, he feels certain that the if the goblins ate some milk, fish, or meat once in a while this problem would go away.
The joy goes out of Aspen, and some of Hickory's disdain leaves him, with apprehension taking both of their previous moods' places, as they take in Hemlock and Saoirse's words. "I am sorry, stranger. You only mean to protect us... but... what if you can not? What if the best way to protect the skyoaks and our people's purpose is to give up and say they win?" Aspen looks at Hemlock. "We have to have you talk to the elders right away. You really mean that maybe... maybe all of our home is in true danger?" Neither of them has ever before considered that their entire village could actually be wiped out.
Thorn backs off a bit from his position, conceding some of Lam's points. "Yes, you can fight to protect. And certainly, if hunting was necessary to survive, then it is not dishonourable at all. I do not mean to insult you, or to insult my ancestors; and I believe that you are a good and honourable man. But looking at this village, this forest, what the Firbolg way makes of its home. I wish that everyone is able to live in this peace, where not even animals need to suffer or go hungry. And I fear, that too much of learning your culture will make some young goblins - or my niece and nephews - want to leave this culture for one where they need to fight. That they will think that fighting - to protect or to eat - is a better way to honour than is planting a tree and helping it grow.
The meal finishes, with bowls and eating utensils gathered at the end of each table, where one person from each takes the stack to the kitchen area to clean, and another wipes down each table. People begin to disperse, wether out to tend the forest, or to other tasks in the village, or to play and take care of children. Thorn's class children head back to living areas to sleep a little more of the morning, having lost some of the night to stargazing.
Rhododendron's elk form scrambles down from the high aspen grove into the dining area and approaches you. Without shifting back, she inclines her head towards you all and turns. The unspoken command is clear: "follow me."
DM: Heavy is the Head
"You are in the same position as Village Tree now that those who wish you harm have managed to cross the river. At the Tree most do not wish to fight, they are a peaceful people as well. I do not know what they will ultimately decide to do. Fight for their way of life, or perhaps lose it. But one thing I can say is that the people of the Vale are stronger together", Hemlock replies to Hickory. It is not his place to tell these people to fight or not.
"I am sure Rhododendron has it in mind whether we will talk to the other elders. We are merely guests here", he replies to Aspen with a shy smile. "But we will do our best to advise while we are allowed to remain here".
When Rhododendron does re-appear, he stands and follows with the others. Reaching out into her mind to remind her, "I have not forgotten you had a message from my parents. I am keen to hear what they have to say, and for news of my tribe".
Saoirse returns Aspen's and Hickory's apprehensive looks with a sad but understanding nod. She says, "Gods know I hate the idea that any harm could befall Oakhome or Village Tree. But something must be done. And I understand your concerns, Hickory; I swear I do. Fighting them will bring violence to your doorstep, but who's to say that giving up won't lead to a similar fate? Thrice we've encountered Strixwell's envoys, and thrice we've seen them use mind control magic to sway those around them, forcing them to commit violent acts against their intentions. Captain Jonah was forced to kill the kobold he was trying to parley with, and a mind-controlled HMC soldier plunged his sword into a teenage boy from Village Tree. Who's to say they won’t make you burn the oaktrees even if you bargain for peace? After what we've seen, I have no doubt that these people are vile and twisted enough to do that."
The genasi falls silent after saying this, but after a moment, she adds, "I'm sorry. There is no right answer for this... except what Hemlock said. The people of the Vale will indeed be stronger if they stand together."
When Rhododendron's doe form reappears and gestures for them to follow, Saoirse stands up immediately, concern written all over her face about what will happen next.
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Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
Sha-gravis, quietly in goblin, „Es ist das Werk einer sehr erfahrenen und sachkundigen Person. Es ist wirklich das Beste, das ich je hatte. Ich weiß jedoch, dass Fleischfresser, die lange leben, Fett und Muskeln brauchen, um wirklich gesund und voll zu leben. Ich vermute, dieses Pulver würde jeden von uns auf unbestimmte Zeit ernähren und ist viel einfacher zu transportieren als sogar Rationen. Ich bin mir nicht sicher, was Sombra denkt.“
"It's the work of a very skilled and knowledgeable person. It is truly the best I've ever had. I know however that long term carnivores need the fats and muscle to truly live healthy and full lives. I suspect this powder would sustain any of us indefinitely and is far easier to carry than even rations. I'm not sure what Sombra thinks."
Sombra has the crystal powder glittering on her face and seems to know she is a pretty girl.
As Lam continues talking to Thorn, he gets more out of defensive mode and is able to listen more accurately to what his new friend is saying. It’s written on his face that he agrees with many of Thorn’s points- his first experience of seeing people live peacefully was coming to the Village Tree, and that had been life changing for him. And he is already impressed with Oakhome and the rituals of singing that happen here. There is clearly more to life than what he had appreciated in the past. And he certainly respects what Thorn does here! At the same time, he is loosely paying attention to what Saoirse and Hemlock are saying, and he forms an idea that he struggles to put into words.
He says, “Planting a tree… helping it grow… is good. I have just started to learn this. But… if nobody fights… then peace can be threatened. There are those who want harm. To burn down trees. Not everyone should fight. Children should not- not while they are young,” he says, thinking of the young goblins here and the teenagers in the village tree, “And it is good for those who fight to learn… to create, and share, and help in other ways,” he says, thinking of himself. “But if nobody who wants peace learns to fight…what happens when those who want harm try to? Who will stop trees from burning?” At no point during this conversation does Lam promise not to talk about his own culture. He does, however, say that he doesn’t want to encourage any young goblins or bugbears to put themselves in danger. “There are many ways to honour,” he says, grateful for this chance to exchange ideas with one of his own.
Thorn leaves Lam looking thoughtful, respectful, but also very aware that he did not quite get the reassurances that he hoped for. At a nod from Doededendron, Hickory and Aspen do not join when you follow her back into the rree, and through the trunk towards what was once the tree's crown. Another door opens at that end of the hollow central trunk, into a great clearing ringed by ancient branches, now covered in moss and with miniature forests growing atop them. The yoing foliage above the old branches is so thick that you can not see out to the greater forest beyond. 30 or so feet into the clearing, 8 older firbolgs (no goblins or bugbears) stand in a circle. They are each clad in clothing that evokes some aspect of nature, and they each wear a facial expression designed to say 'I am older and wiser than you, and you are an insolent child.' Doededendron bounds ahaid of you and joins them, standing and blurring into her true form as she does. After a few whispered words, the circle of elders opens up, leaving conspicuous space for the four of you to join, where the dappled sunlight will shine directly at you, and the elders sit down.
"Well," a male elder whose garments erupt into stylized shelf mushrooms.over each shoulder begins, "you have insisted in coming here. You have cleansed the lake. You have shown a threat where to find us. Hemlock's tribe has reached out to the other Firbolg tribes for the first time in a century. Your parents want you to come home. Elder Elm is dead at the hands of a servant of Stixwell. They are willing to destroy the skyoaks if they believe they must. I believe that brings us all up to speed. So, young 'adventurers,' what do you have to say for yourselves?"
Sombra is getting a little fidgety. She did not like the nutrient supplement at all, and is starting to get a little hungry.
DM: Heavy is the Head
Hemlock tentatively walks into the space amongst the elders, and watches as Elder Rhododendron shifts back into her Firbolg self, before the other elder speaks. He has been taught to respect his elders, and so his demeanour is certainly respectful, but he has also been taught to recognise his own worth.
At mention of his parents, a frown crosses his face. He is happy to have word from them, but is not happy with what the word has turned out to be.
"Greetings, Elders", he says showing deference but also highlighting the fact that there was no introduction. "We are grateful to be allowed into Oakhome, and more grateful to stand amongst you now".
He looks around to his friends.
"I am Hemlock and these are Saoirse, Lam and Sha-Gravis", he says by way of introduction even though he is aware they know who each of them are.
"You have laid out the bare facts of the matter it is true, and we sense your reluctance in even that. I am heartened to hear word from my parents, and am keen to know if there is more to their message. They are not usually so succinct".
"I would also address the unfortunate passing of Elder Elm. We did all we could to avoid that fate for her and the young firbolg with her. I assume you have spoken to the young girl, and know the circumstance of Viconia's insistence on being shown to the temple in the centre of the forest. Of her threat to burn the entire forest to ensure that happens. And her instruction to her guard to kill the girl if Elder Elm did not comply immediately. We acted with best intentions and I believe had we not acted both would have perished and your tree singers would have been attacked as well, likely some captured and some killed".
"We sought to come here and speak with you because Viconia was a mere pawn in the plans of one far more powerful. One whose agents have crossed the river and are now amongst you. Who have no respect for nature and will destroy it to achieve their goals. Who control the minds of others and force them to perform despicable acts of savagery against their will. Our goal here is to warn you of the greater threat and seek to ally with you. Where I am from, my tribe, are peaceful as you are. But we protect our own and defend ourselves when necessary. I am hopeful that the same is true of this tribe".
By the end of his speech he is standing tall and defiant, and yet at no point does he raise his voice or his tone become disrespectful.
Saoirse stands quietly while the first Elder addresses them. The genasi is once again struck by how they frame the facts to make them feel at fault. For instance, they focus on the death of Elder Elm, yet overlook that Bluestem is alive. On one hand, she wants to protest, but on the other... she understands that these words may come from the difficult position they’re in since Viconia and her pawns crossed the river and set foot on their lands, endangering them all.
When Hemlock replies, she first bows politely as he says her name, then watches him speak, nodding occasionally to enforce his words. Saoirse gasps slightly when they mention that Hemlock’s parents want him back, casting a worried look at the firbolg. She doesn’t want to think about what would happen if she couldn’t rely on Hemlock’s presence, and worries about how he’ll take this news. It can’t be easy for him to hear that his parents want him back when that's probably the last thing he wants.
As Hemlock speaks of how Strixwell’s agents have the means to control minds, Saoirse remains silent but begins rummaging through her backpack and retrieves Sebastian’s collar. By the time Hemlock finishes, Saoirse has approached Elder Rhododendron and presents the collar to her. “As Hemlock says, Strixwell’s agents have the means to control others’ minds. They can do that with spells, but they have also began to produce these. As far as we know, these collars are being used to enslave members of the Blood of the True King. So far, we’ve encountered two of them. I don’t know how many more may be under their sway, but I suspect it’s far more than two,” she pauses and adds, “Well, one. Fortunately, we managed to free the one who wore this specific collar.”
Saoirse doesn’t stands silent once again, simply looking at Rhododendron and wondering if, having been in the Great War, she might recognize the collar.
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Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
Sha gives Lam vigilant blessing, and touches Saoirse with guidance. He wipes the 'sugar meat' from Sombra and holds her close as the tension builds ebbs and flows. Sometimes the past is best left in the void...
Lam takes his cue from his friends on how to act as he stands listening to the new elder talk, not entirely sure himself what to do. This one speaks very frankly about the situation. Lam raises his eyebrows at the news about Hemlock’s parents, and looks to Hemlock to see how he feels about the news. He nods at Hemlock’s speech, agreeing with pretty much every word. He watches Saoirse present the collar to Rhododendron, and he looks at each elder’s face to see how they are taking his friends’ words.
The fungal elder speaks first, "It should be an honour to have you here, Hemlock, Saoirse, Lam, and Sha. I am Elder Morel, and these are elders Granite, Rhubarb, Azalea, Maple, Dogwood, Cherry, and Rhododendron. You are well meaning and good people, and the network of tribes has missed your clan for far too long. It should be a joyous occasion, you being here. But Elm was the final member of our council, and you find us in a moment of grief. You ask us to walk a path that will lead to more grief. When the 'Lightbringer' ended the war and handed dominion of the valley to the High Elves, we were able to convince them to allow us to plant and tend the Skyoaks, even though they did not value the trees. You say you seek to ally with us. To what end? We may be able to come to an understanding with this Strixwell, to learn what she desires, and deal with her in a way that ensures the safety of the grove. To ally with you, openly against her, is to invite them to attack Oakhome or the great trees."
"So, you must have some information that you are keeping from us. To risk this, there must be more at stake than Strixwell expanding her influence."
Rhododendron and the male elder both seem shocked by the sight of the collar, but the others do not seem to recognize it. "The mind magic you describe is terrible indeed, and those collars are a terrible magic, abhorrent to many of my values. And yet, the collars allowed the Lightbringer soldiers who could not be turned by the Mind Flayers; and were necessary for him to win the war. We do not ride to war against every practitioner of such magics. So tell us, why is this different. What makes her a greater threat than those we've faced before?"
DM: Heavy is the Head
Hemlock searches the faces of the elders, trying to determine if they are serious in dealing with Strixwell after what happened to Elder Elm.
”What assurances do we have that if there were more to tell that you wouldn’t use it to bargain with Strixwell? You know her terms already and her envoy has already attacked your Skyoaks and killed Elder Elm for refusing those terms. You also know that collar was not worn by choice, to harm not protect”.
Insight: 13+7=20
Saoirse was as shocked as Hemlock when Elder Morel suggested a possible alliance with Strixwell, even after they had witnessed the kind of orders her pawns obey without question. She was suddenly reminded of a story she’d heard as a child, about a hero shunned by his lord and forced to live in exile—yet still, he tried to act with honor, respecting his lord's decision. "What a wonderful servant, if only he had a decent master," she mused, recalling the most famous quote from that tale, where a servant’s loyalty was wasted on a dishonorable master.
Returning to the present, she addressed the Elders, "What can you expect from Lord Strixwell after seeing what her followers are willing to do? Do you really believe you’d be safe after bargaining with someone like her?"
"Did you meet Gareth Dayne during or after the Great War? What are your thoughts on him?" Saoirse asks Elders Rhododendron and Morel, her curiosity genuine.
She continues, "You see, even though I belong to the Blood of the True King, I’ve stopped calling him Lightbringer. I believe he should be called by his name, rather than by the title he used to make others—and himself—believe he was a god. He was no god, just a mortal. And even if his actions led to the defeat of the Mindflayer Empire, I don’t believe he should be followed blindly, as we Blood Hunters were taught to do. He may have created these collars—among other things—with the sole purpose of defeating the Mindflayers, but the truth is… Gareth Dayne is no more. Silvia Strixwell is. And she has procured herself an unknown number of the finest warriors," there is pride in her voice as she says this, "trained to seek and destroy creatures like ilithids, and totally unable to defy her or her pawns' commands."
The fire genasi looks at the Elders one by one before asking, "Are you telling me you'd rather let someone like Silvia Strixwell, whose underlings you have already seen in action, rule your land? You find these collars abhorrent, yet you’d prefer they keep existing, rather than freeing those who have to live with them around their necks?"
(ooc: I will leave an Insight check to understand their feelings towards the "Lightbringer": 11)
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Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
Lam crosses his arms when Morel talks about negotiating with Strixwell. He forgets his tact for a moment and says out loud, “She has already hurt children. She is not safe.” Then he stops talking and defers to his friends, his arms still crossed.
It's been a long break. Thank you, as always, for your patience. I think it makes sense to restart with a very broad, (though very un-detailed) review of the state of the valley. It's behind this spoiler tag so that you can easily decide to skip over.
The state of the valley, by faction/location:
The Hammerstone Mining Company;
whose local base is in Coldwater Keep, is a mining/lumber/frontier company built on the principle of meaningful, honest work for indentured servants/prisoners and an honourable path back to life and work after prison sentences. This is truly a huge improvement on the other law enforcement systems existing in this fantasy world, and the people running in it truly believe in respect and honour. However, they have been hired by Silvia Strixwell, the royal leader of the city of Sprindawn and the surrounding lands. Strixwell recently acquired legal ownership of the Silver Stream Valley. Her nephew, Tux, explored the valley and learned that it was the likely location of the Crown of Divine Right. Strixwell may have had him killed for that information. Strixwell is using the HMC to clear the valley of locals, and as cover to send her top leutenants, teams each comprised of a powerful mage and a blood hunter (forced into service by a nasty mind-control collar) to investigate the rumours of the Crown more directly. One leutenant is dead, the blood hunter Sebastian free and in the company of the Kobold clan. The other has just been killed, her body taken back to the keep by Kieran, a blood hunter bound directly to Strixwell, who has some implied familial connection to our Saoirse. The local HMC leader, Jonah Hammerstone, defied the sorceress directly, and is implied to be being held in custody at Coldwater Keep. More and more sodiers from Springdawn have been joining the HMC groups, getting to the valley faster than should be possible.
The Thieve's Guild
Within Springdawn, there is a powerful thieve's guild, run by the conniving and nefarious Vince. He is in a contest and balance with Strixwell for control of the city, both using the other, but each wishing they did not need the other. Vince has access to powerful magics, and wants revenge on you all for aiding in Saffron Gale's escape from his clutches. He has so far attempted to send Nothics and Doppelgangers to gather information from you and potentially assassinate you. If he learns that the Crown is here (has he already? he is quite devious.), he will certainly attempt to claim it before anyone else can.
Village Tree
Village tree seems almost utopian, a beautiful village build in the top of an ancient Skyoak tree. The people live in harmony with nature and each other, each giving what they can, and knowing that the community will take care of them. While there is no official hierarchy in the village, the two de facto leaders when you arrived were the archdruid Rhys and the wood-elf Cylence. Rhys has since realized that he is under the influence of the Crown, and has retreated somewhere in the valley for meditation. Cylence has been encouraging more active resistance among the villagers. You have recently learned that Cylence is actually the Sapphire Dragon Hamza, in disguise. Some of their youths have tried to resist the HMC incursion directly, and mostly proved themselves to be too inexperienced to fight a guerrilla war effectively. One of those teens, Frederico, is now recovering from the fatal wound that you all just barely saved him from, though he will be physically limited for the rest of his life. Two of your friends and companions are staying in Village tree. The construct artificer Fitzwhistle is the only person known to have freed himself from a command of the Crown, though he needed to die and be resurrected in a new body for that to happen. The tortle artificer Tesfaye is your staunchest ally and supporter, and they think of themself as part of your party, though they are timid and would rather avoid actually fighting. They are joyously learning about new ways to interact with magic and the arcane, and are worried about you all. You have a sending stone linked to them, and can check in each day.
Kobold Clan
A large clan of Kobolds are currently living in an underground palace which was previously home to a mind flayer and a small group of enslaved duergar dwarves. The kobolds worship and follow the dragon Hamza, who at some point freed them from slavery, just as she has freed the duergars more recently. Hamza is a founding member of the Thronebreaker's guild, a secret organization opposing mind control and slavery; founded in response to the 'Lightbringer' Gareth Dayne taking control of the world and building an empire when he created and wore the Crown of Divine Right. Hamza had a lover, a silver dragon, who she fears has fallen under control of the Crown's wearer here in the Valley. The dragon also influences Village Tree disguised as Cylence the ranger. Hamza has gifted you with a gem that allows her to communicate with Hemlock telepathically at any distance. Three other NPCs of note are currently with the Kobold clan: the kobold translator and host Hasan; the Lizarfolk ranger Ali, the last scion of a family who once protected dragon breeding grounds; and Sebastian, the freed blood hunter.
The Greatwood / Oakhome
You are currently guests within the Firbolg village of oakhome, which is lead by a council of elders. The village is fairly egalitarian, but the goblin residents - descendants of refugees - live much shorter lives than the Firbolgs, and are viewed as less intelligent. You have discovered that the dietary supplements that allow them to live on the herbivorous firbolg diet may not actually be sufficient to let them live full, healthy lives; and may indeed be damaging their cognitive development. The same issue might have a minor effect on the very few Bugbear residents. Aspen, a young firbolg woman, encouraged you to come to the tree, believing that she needs you to help convince the council to resist the foreigners in the valley, and that they will need your help. You have cleansed a nearby lake of a 100 year old corruption caused by a priest who was commanded by the Crown to turn away from his goddes; a task that the Firbolgs had not accomplished themselves. This may provide you some social leverage.
Other Locations:
A temple in the heart of the greatwood - you know little about this other than that the HMC folks want to find it and Rhys told you not to bother with it.
The Grave Fort is north of the greatwood, covered in dense fog, and home to serious necromantic magic. All signs suggest that the crown-bearer was there for some time, though likely many decades ago.
Green Castle is to the west of the Greatwood, and is the other hub of the same community living at village tree. It is the largest settlement in the valley.
Weretown is far to the Northeast. It is a safe haven for Lycanthropes, who are able to resist the dark parts of their curses thanks to a mysterious obelisk in the middle of town, implied to be connected to the magic of the Crown.
DM: Heavy is the Head
Hemlock notices a look when he presses on the message from his family that he recognizes from others in his home village; a look that says "patience, youngster, we'll get to that in time." These elders would rather not talk about the message in front of the rest of your party, but they are not keeping it from you at all. Rather, it seems like getting the full message will just take time that they are not willing to use during this meeting. There is something mysterious about it though - as if the elders don't want to share the method of communication with outsiders.
The elders exchange looks at each other after your last round of questions and arguments, and reach a silent agreement to allow Rhododendron to be the one who responds. "I met Gareth Dayne once, before he was 'Lightbringer.' I found him to be a distasteful, immoral man, with no qualms about sacrificing liberty or lives towards victory in the great war. He was a tactician, and did not hide the fact that he considered people and armies more as dragonchess pieces than as actual individuals with lives and children at home. Yet, I was convinced by my own elders then, that such a man was necessary if we were to have a hope of stopping the mind flayers from destroying us all. When the monsters fell, and their slaves were freed, I was shocked to hear that a goddess had annointed Dayne as the rightful king, and shocked to learn that everyone accepted it. And yet, it was a story that everyone believed, including people whose judgement I trusted. He is called the Lightbringer because the world believed that he was annointed by the gods, and because all who met him bent the knee, with no bloodshed. He told my elders that they would serve the High Elves in this valley, but that we would be able to regrow the Greatwood and the Skyoaks that had been destroyed by the ilithids. This balance allowed for the forest to grow, though I am glad that the high elves left when Dayne's rule ended.
"I believe all you say. We can not work with one who would harm children, with one who would burn a skyoak, with Elm's murderess. The council is convinced that we can not ally with Strixwell, that we can not accept her dominion over this land. We will turn her lackeys away from the forest where we can. But, you can not ask us to send our people out of the forest, to march against her or her people. I am no Gareth Dayne, and we have no dragonchess pieces on a board. We have people, and they are our family."
Elder Morel nods slowly in reluctant agreement. He might not have promised even this much, but has been overruled, and the council will act in unison. But there is still something that they do not understand. "So, young heroes, what can Oakhome do to help you in your quest to remove the invaders from the Valley? You seem to believe that you know why they are here, and you do not talk as if their central goal is to destroy us. Why are they here, and what can you do about it?"
Sombra opens her mouth and looks upwards, then glances at Sha. She's starting to get a little hungry. The elders notice the little harpy, and do not hide that she makes them uneasy.
DM: Heavy is the Head
“Very sorry my honored hosts but with permission I must soon depart for my charge grows hungry and will not be persuaded by less than her nature desires.”
Hemlock listens carefully to Rhododendron's tale about Gareth Dayne and lets out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding as she accepts that Oakhome cannot deal with Strixwell.
Sha's request to leave soon concerns him, there are more conversations he needs to have here. He understands though, the mimics are hungry as well.
"I am grateful you have come to the conclusion to oppose Strixwell. You may not have dragonchess pieces on a board, but she certainly does, and you need to think how best to counter them. Knowing what they are capable of, I hope you understand why we must be secretive. Strixwell's people are in the valley seeking something, and the best way to stop them is to find that something first", he says to the Elders.
He looks to Saoirse, Sha and Lam.
"If they were interested in the temple at the centre of the forest, then so are we. One thing you can do is allow us entry. We have also heard tale of a halfling who travelled the valley some time ago that goes by the name Jeremy. If you know of him, or a wizard named Tim, that information is of value to us. Beyond that, protect your borders as you have said you will. And if the worst happens, accept refugees from Village Tree", he says gravely.
"You should also be aware that the enemy has used doppelgängers within Village Tree. This was not Strixwell herself, but an ally of hers perhaps more devious whose eyes are also on the Valley. I am afraid the longer we stay here, the more likely those eyes might land on Oakhome. I would very much like to hear what my parents have said. I am not sure I have the luxury of patience".
There is a palpable sense of relief when Sha asks to leave to feed Sombra. Morel responds "You may retire to one of the rooms in the high branches to feed her from your pack, if you have food for her with you. If not... she is beast enough that she may hunt within our forest. There was a mast year among the birches last spring, so squirrels are numerous." The idea of her hunting is clearly distasteful so some of the elders, but Morel does not seem to mind it. Sha, however, is well aware that Sombra is not yet able to hunt herself.
Morel shifts back to other questions. "A halfling and a wizard were reported to be leading the small troop that took up residence in the grave fort nearly a century ago. Though it was at that time called the Summer Palace, and used as such by the high elves before their departure. They were the ones who drove the goblin horde back, the very horde whose deserters and refugees have become part of our community. As far as we know, they did not spend much time in the greatwood, and did not ever approach Oakhome. Jeremy and Tim they might well have been called."
Hemlock feels Rhododendron reaching out to his mind again, communicating with him in secrecy.
In this moment, Hemlock can also feel the mental presence of the other elders. Their minds are connected, which explains how they can come to joint conclusions without seeming to discuss among themselves. All of the elders are aware of this telepathy. "Strixwell seeks something in the valley which she must not gain. All of this talk about the lightbringer... our thoughts lean towards one artifact of great import, missing since his death. Was the Crown the source of his power, and not merely a symbol of it? And you believe it to be in the valley?
As for your family, they did more than leave a message. They wish to speak to you. The method by which you may speak to them is known to all elders in all firbolg villages, but is a vital secret from any who do not need to know it. It is the secret dragonchess piece up our people's sleeves, if I may mix my metaphors a little. When our current conversation finishes, ask your friends to leave you with us, and we will show you what I'm talking about. This conversation and its ritual will take time, and you will probably have to stay the night with us.
Another elder speaks up about the temple - the youngest of the elders, though still probably well over 300 years old herself. "We can show you the way to the temple grove, but it is guarded. During the high elves' reign, it was a monument to the end of the cataclysm, and to the union that fought against the mind flayer invasion. Shortly after they departed, however, the monument's custodian barred all entry to the grove. She is a sacred creature, but irrational in barring entry. She can not explain herself why none may approach the monument, but neither can she allow any to approach. I fear that she may kill you if you insist. Although you did defeat the worst abominations yet seen from the lake of shadow... Do not harm her unless you are completely certain that it is necessary. "
DM: Heavy is the Head
Hemlock listens as Morel speaks of the halfling and wizard and the grave fort and the refugees. They were certainly on the right track.
And when Rhododendron reaches into his mind, he is not as surprised and disconcerted as he once might have been. His own powers had grown, most likely thanks to Hamza, although he shields that thought. He replies telepathically.
"I will not deny the conclusions that you have made, nor answer any questions regarding them", he responds firstly, knowing that they will likely read into that as much as if he had affirmed them.
"I can speak to my parents? This very evening?", he then responds, more than a little nervously. "I had no idea such a thing is possible. Just knowing it can be done could be dangerous. Showing me how, I am not sure that is a good idea. Not when I am being hunted by those who can bend someone's will and mind to their own purpose".
Rhododendron will surely pick up on hesitation, for more than one reason. But also his eagerness to know more, and the conflict in his mind about speaking to his parents.
When the other elder speaks about the temple, he is a little distracted, but hears enough to know that the temple is their path. It is too similar to what they have seen before.