The old woodland trail you find yourself upon leads toward the darkening light of the setting sun. Now that you have passed through, you find yourself surrounded by the ancient wood, old oaks stretching upwards protectively, stars peeking down through the canopy behind you, the sky blackening but still deep blue smudged by pink.
The lily sculptures, candlelit, line the path.
Crickets and tree frogs chorus calmly all around.
Now that you are through the portal, which remains open – for now, at least – the fragrance of the forest on this warm summer night, a complex mix of woody, earthy and herbal scents embraces you. The air seems… thicker here… though still moist, as it is at Candlekeep, rising on the edge of the sea as it does. Indeed, being outside and not hearing the rhythmic ocean waves breaking below tells you, as much as anything else, that you are someplace else entirely... There may be other clues to your location if you care to describe how your character might determine where you are.
The trail continues westward…
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Erudisia looks ahead to Meredith, then side to side at Bell and Little One. Perhaps this was well enough when they knew where in the planes they were, but, too long this strange turn has lasted already.
”Meredith, wait, what has you so low? Let’s talk it before we encounter fiends, monstrosities, aberrations, or if we are particularly unlucky, fey. We need our heads clear and our hearts unburdened. Who knows what is around the corner!”
Erudisia strokes Meredith's hair and holds her as she sobs. Over the top of her head she looks at Bell and Little One with wide eyes. She thinks of what her mother used to say to her when she would cry, but can't bring herself to say anything quite so cruel as that about the fruitfulness of tears, so she just holds her, for as long as she might want to be held.
Little One shifts uncomfortably, his headband shining in the dusk over eyes cloaked in confusion. “Ogres who cry are attacked by other ogres,” he whispers urgently to Bell. “Is sign of weakness in ogre social… I understand now that destruction of such weakness not viable reaction in equitable society of citizens each express own self but… is hard to ignore upbringing when trigger…”
He squints, backing away from Meredith as he clenches his fists, shooting her looks of concern which melt into a hard-edged distaste, then shakes his head as empathy folds his brow and opens his dark eyes once more. Sighing sadly and shaking his head at his inability to support his friend in this moment, he backs away and squats against a tree trunk.
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"Right or wrong, we can not let our friend do this alone," Bell exclaimed as she grabbed Erudisia's hand to drag her into the portal.
"Hurry, Little One... no telling how long this will stay open!"
With that, Bell hurried forward as best she could while dragging her friend along.
The old woodland trail you find yourself upon leads toward the darkening light of the setting sun. Now that you have passed through, you find yourself surrounded by the ancient wood, old oaks stretching upwards protectively, stars peeking down through the canopy behind you, the sky blackening but still deep blue smudged by pink.
The lily sculptures, candlelit, line the path.
Crickets and tree frogs chorus calmly all around.
Now that you are through the portal, which remains open – for now, at least – the fragrance of the forest on this warm summer night, a complex mix of woody, earthy and herbal scents embraces you. The air seems… thicker here… though still moist, as it is at Candlekeep, rising on the edge of the sea as it does. Indeed, being outside and not hearing the rhythmic ocean waves breaking below tells you, as much as anything else, that you are someplace else entirely... There may be other clues to your location if you care to describe how your character might determine where you are.
The trail continues westward…
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters
Meredith hugged the book to her and marched onward paying little attention to her following friends.....
Erudisia looks ahead to Meredith, then side to side at Bell and Little One. Perhaps this was well enough when they knew where in the planes they were, but, too long this strange turn has lasted already.
”Meredith, wait, what has you so low? Let’s talk it before we encounter fiends, monstrosities, aberrations, or if we are particularly unlucky, fey. We need our heads clear and our hearts unburdened. Who knows what is around the corner!”
Meredith span around to face Erudisia, her eyes full of tears and her face a mask of anguish.
She didn't answer but rather threw herself into Erudisias arms and broke down into wracking sobs....
Erudisia strokes Meredith's hair and holds her as she sobs. Over the top of her head she looks at Bell and Little One with wide eyes. She thinks of what her mother used to say to her when she would cry, but can't bring herself to say anything quite so cruel as that about the fruitfulness of tears, so she just holds her, for as long as she might want to be held.
Little One shifts uncomfortably, his headband shining in the dusk over eyes cloaked in confusion. “Ogres who cry are attacked by other ogres,” he whispers urgently to Bell. “Is sign of weakness in ogre social… I understand now that destruction of such weakness not viable reaction in equitable society of citizens each express own self but… is hard to ignore upbringing when trigger…”
He squints, backing away from Meredith as he clenches his fists, shooting her looks of concern which melt into a hard-edged distaste, then shakes his head as empathy folds his brow and opens his dark eyes once more. Sighing sadly and shaking his head at his inability to support his friend in this moment, he backs away and squats against a tree trunk.
DM for Candlekeep Mysteries // Dev Hornd in Curious Critters
((Poor Little One, what a life of conflict he endures.))