Crisaryn watched as apparently Lorelei and Alerya speak with the stag. She relaxes a bit, but feels a bit unnerved by the conversation in front of her that she can't hear. When the stag finally leaves, she finally relaxes more completely.
The pounding hooves drew her attention and she was surprised to see the woman following after.
The bard guides his steed to the front of the procession. It takes but a moment, as the caravan has stopped. Before them stood what appeared to be the queen of the forest, surrounded by her royal Court of ungulates. He smiles in greeting to the woman, but remains silent. Vaelar had things under control.
He listens carefully into her reply, trying to discern truth or motive from her words.
Crisaryn Melkial
Crisaryn watched as apparently Lorelei and Alerya speak with the stag. She relaxes a bit, but feels a bit unnerved by the conversation in front of her that she can't hear. When the stag finally leaves, she finally relaxes more completely.
The pounding hooves drew her attention and she was surprised to see the woman following after.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Vaelar
Instinctively, Vaelar's hand went to his weapons. He does not draw them, but he readies himself.
When he sees the hooves belong to dear and are lead by a lone woman, he slowly lowers his hand, though he keeps his grey eyes trained upon her.
"Hello," he calls tentatively. "Does something chase you and your herd?"
Illmirth
The bard guides his steed to the front of the procession. It takes but a moment, as the caravan has stopped. Before them stood what appeared to be the queen of the forest, surrounded by her royal Court of ungulates. He smiles in greeting to the woman, but remains silent. Vaelar had things under control.
He listens carefully into her reply, trying to discern truth or motive from her words.
***OoC: insight to her response: 12***
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Alerya
Bouncing with joy, Alerya claps her hands when she sees the deer. Surely they are friends of the white stag. So exciting!
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale