Bründir spent the night prior surprisingly quiet. A few concerned glances passed his way at the tavern as he somberly kept one hand attached to his sword. After a couple drinks and plenty of food, he retired for the night, but not before leaving a reminder to the others, "Don' ferget the wagon an' goods in th' mornin'. I don' wanna tote aroun' a damn mercenary garrison on our arses."
Once in his room, Bründir draws the blade and lays it across his lap. Running a hand across the fuller, searching for runes, but finds nothing, "From me mother, an' with stories that butt heads ev'ry time." Drawing the "gifted" pearl, Bründir intones an arcane chant several times. The words are foreign to the dwarf, but their meaning calls for a a veil to pass over one's eyes to see clearly. When satisfied with himself, Bründir closes his eyes, holds the pearl to his left, and opens it, seeing the world as though through a glass. On the blade, runes dance across the fuller as before, and the light shines (if a bit dimmed).
Minutes pass, staring at this blade. Bründir found himself whispering, "Dumdrengi," as though it would unlock some grand revelation. When several incantations of the blade's name fail, he lowered the pearl and idly picks at a dent on the hilt, "Gonna be stubborn, eh? Seems Erik was a dwarf, like me. Doesn't win any favors, does it? Didn't think so." Standing with a strange resolve, the dwarf brandishes the blade before him, "Hope ye don' take this th' wrong way, but ye're with me now, like it or not. So ye better start openin' up or I'm gonna 'ave to take ye to th' mines fer some honest work."
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Dorno arrives at breakfast wearing his mask and only lifts it slightly to feed himself. With a mouthful of food and a muffled voice below the mask, he asks when they are leaving as he is eager to please the Lady with their quest.
Having spent the night preoccupied by the potential fate awaiting him, he does his best to push it from his mind, focusing instead on his new cloak. Getting used to its shifting patterns and flowing energy. Feeling like he may be used to it he heads downstairs, testing it out walking past several patrons unnoticed. The worries return though and he cannot enjoy even mocking people from under their nose.
In the morning, Jex gulps at the news of what has happened overnight. He looks around at his new companions, any one of them could be inflicted, they don't seem concerned though. Have they not put it together? Are they so overconfident that they could beat off the demons? Are they just avoiding quarantine? He finishes his breakfast in silence looking for any sign of nerves.
"Heeelllllooooooo?!" You hear a familiar voice calling out in the glade below. "This is where it should be... I couldn't 'ave walked past it." A stout, red haired dwarf is wondering aimlessly in the woods...
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Mavi Göz Mal - Half Orc Monk Level 1 Not Another Lost Mine of Phandelver
Drita - Aasimar Hexblade Warlock Lvl 3 Tomb of Annhilation
Valaith's eyebrows rise suddenly at the flames that lick Brundir's sword and for a brief moment she forgets her concerns about her hammer as she claps Brundir on the shoulder. "Fancy weapon you got there, Brundir! Very flashy, just make sure you don't give away our position!" She laughs heartily and slaps him on the back once more on their way out the door. Once back at the Silver Tower. Before heading to her room, Val orders a bottle for herself and carries it to her room. Once there she leans the hammer against the wall furthest from her bed and watches it warily as she drinks the sweet liquid straight from the bottle. After draining the last drop, she waltzes over to her hammer and sits cross-legged in front of it, staring at it for several minutes before she gathers the courage to reach out and take it. Her fingers stop just short and with a heavy sigh she grasps it before she could change her mind. She lays the cool, black metal handle across her thighs and puts one hand onto the unworked, black metal head. "Now listen..." her speech slightly slurred from the mead. "We have been through a lot together and my family before me, especially..." Her voice chokes off before she can say her brother's name aloud. "I'm not going to give you up. You're the last tie I have to him. So, don't try to steal my soul and... we'll be good. If you get out of control, I'll have the holy man drive out the demonic influence, but I remember the strength you gave me in that fight. You kept me fighting. I respect that, but I'll be watching you closely until I can trust you." With her speech out of the way, she nods and spends the next hour or so attuning herself though meditation to the weapon.... Afterward, she realizes her soul hadn't been sucked into the hammer as she had expected. She then spends the next two hours lovingly polishing her new breastplate and getting acquainted with the beautiful armor.
Following morning
Val comes downstairs to the common room with a bit of a headache from the high sugar content of the mead she consumed. She enjoys a hearty breakfast with her companions. At some point looking around. "Well, I attuned? Is that the right word?" She looks around and notices the nods. "With my hammer and I don't feel any different, so it must not be all that bad, right?" She glances towards Thurston several times as if making sure he doesn't seem to think anything is strange about anything she's saying. "So, I think it's okay. I feel like it deserves a name now, thought. Being special and all. But I'm not really good with that sort of thing. I was wondering if one of you would like the honor of picking a name?"
Before that aspect of the conversation could go much further she suddenly hears a voice that she hadn't heard in several days. One that hadn't been able to continue with their job. She looks at Vark and Brundir. "Is that... Hurrig??"
"Oi!" A gruff voice calls from above, "Leave'im alone! He may be a soft-handed straight-back, but he's with us." Bründir brandishes his authoritative badge and waves Hurrig up.
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Thurston stops when he hears the guards and then turns around to notice that he is walking alone and his friends aren't moving yet.
"By Thor's beard!" he mumbles " What now?!"he yells to the guards, the dwarf and his friends " Another dwarf? " he ask to Hurrig " Friend of yours?" he asks To Bründir without waiting for the other to reply "Then come with us and let's go! We are in a hurry here!"he says to Hurrig and the guards, again without giving Bründir the chance to reply "Come now maese dwarf we will inform you while we walk!!"
"OH Brundir! You are a sight for sore eyes... I'm so glad I was able to find you lot! Oi... human we need to talk.. a lot has transpired since ya left Sheercleft." Hurrig shoots Thurston a side eye glance as he directs most of the conversation to Vark, Val and Brundir.
Taking a deep breath to relax, and taking a swig from a waterskin... "The mines, goblins have crawling out of them.... They took the Govnor. We've been able to 'old 'em back for now. But they still come and raid the town occasionally. Now that I've delivered my message, Human, the names Hurrig."
Hurrig sits at about 4' 5". His face is covered in soot and sweat. His hair a bright red, only darkened slightly due to the permanent soot stains from working in the mine.
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Mavi Göz Mal - Half Orc Monk Level 1 Not Another Lost Mine of Phandelver
Drita - Aasimar Hexblade Warlock Lvl 3 Tomb of Annhilation
"What's the thoughts? We need some basilisk blood fer these people, but the mines are needed too."
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Vark's head switches back and forth between Hurrig and Thurston, a little surprised and not sure about this new information. "Oh wow, uhm h-hi Hurrig. That's awful but... the elves here have come under some demonic affliction. Apparently a cure for the plague can be made from basilisk blood s-so we were just about to set off. I uhm... w-well I think things here are a bit more uh, time sensitive. If the miners have been holding off for now, maybe they can hold a little longer? There's... no telling how long the affected people here have before it's too late."
Dorno catches up with the others and says "thunder man, who are you talking to?" "We have to hurry to go ask the basilisk to borrow blood to help nice elf people." Hearing a noise below the tall firbolg lifts his new mask up to rest on top of his head and looks down. "OH! Hello little red man. I am Dorno. You can call me Dorno. The Lady is my friend. We are going to get lots of blood." He grins and reaches down to pat Hurrig on the head and flashes his new gold leaf emblem that's attached to his traveling cloak.
At word of trouble in Sheercleft, a place Dorno thinks he has heard the others talk about, Dorno scratches his chin and forehead with a meaty finger, trying to understand the situation. He wanders off from the group towards the hall where they have met Lady Lelfaer more than once calling out "Lady! Oh Lady!" If he is greeted by 'The Lady' or any of her guards or other attendants he will say "tell the Lady don't worry, friends may go help other friends with monsters that hurt friends but Dorno will get blood for the Lady alone for elf friends even if friends can't come to help their friend." He waits for someone to acknowledge his message.
For Hurrig, Dorno is a 7'5" firbolg druid who is pretty awkward socially (think Forrest Gump) and as of very recently is wearing the Mask of the Beast to go along with his wooden shield, large woven basket as a backpack, and hand woven armor.
"I agree with Vark. So we have even less time to waste! Come on maese Hurrig!" Thurston definetly turns his back and start walking in the direction of the mountain, putting his hammer over one of his shoulders. " If you want us to go help you, come with us and we will end this sooner!!"
Valaith greets Hurrig with a friendly nod, but her face grows grim at the mention of goblins attacking Sheercleft. She glances down at the beautiful armor she wears upon her chest and appears briefly torn as what to do. "We made a commitment here to do a job. A job that wouldn't need doing if we hadn't blundered. We have to see this through first, Sheercleft can hold a few more days longer. It will takes us two days to get there anyway. And the foothills are on the way back towards Sheercleft." When Dorno suddenly wanders off to find Lady Lelfaer, Valaith gets an idea. "Dorno, wait for me!" She turns back to the others. "Don't leave without us, we will meet you all at the main gates shortly!"
Val joins Dorno as they head towards the Great Hall. "Perhaps you could request some assistance from the nice elf lady, Dorno. Perhaps they could spare a few of their soldiers to come with us to gather the blood. Then we give them the vials and they bring them back here as we all go on towards Sheercleft. She seems to like you the best. Maybe you should do the asking?"
The guards stiffen slightly as Dorno blunders into the hall of their leaders, but nobody moves to stop him. He's a known favourite of Lelfaer's and his reputation as saviour of the village is still spreading from the previous evening.
Resplendent in a flowing silver gown that clings to her form and shrouded in a hooded green robe, the Lady seems to glide down the length of the hall to meet the big Firbolg.
"What is wrong, sweet Dorno?" She asks, as he explains his troubles to her.
She listens carefully, before answering.
"Fear not," she says simply, and then disappears away into the room where the party received their gifts the night before.
Soon after she returns carrying a small leather pouch and a scroll.
"This is one of our most treasured possessions. It must be returned when all is done. This is a Yolaban. A linking pouch. Do you understand what that means? I have its partner. When you are ready to send me the blood, then write my name and your message on the scroll and I will know you have placed the vials in the pouch."
Valaith's mouth hangs open at the kingly gift Lady Lelfaer loaning them. She resists the urge to blurt out her thanks, but instead simply smiles at the elven lady and bows low to her, making sure her hammer does not slip to the floor.
Dorno listens to the Lady intently and nods, but when asked if he understands he looks puzzled. He gently takes the bag and turns away from the Lady, pulling out a glob of wax. He writes something on the scroll and then stuffs an acorn into the pouch, hoping no one can see. Dorno turns around with a wide smile and a look of great expectancy. He has the scroll rolled up on one hand and keeps gesturing at it and looking at the Lady.
As Dorno begins writing on the scroll, he and Valaith notice a momentary frown grace Lelfaer's ever-serene features for the first time since they met the Lady. It's almost as though she's suppressing a twitch.
The Firbolg finishes his writing and the scroll shrivels up in a puff of flame and disappears. A split second second later an identical piece of parchment appears in front of Lelfaer with Dorno's message. A mundane piece of parchment.
She sighs and waves to a servant to fetch another for her.
"Please, Dorno," she explains with emphatic patience. "Such a tool is powerful and valuable. Do not use it frivolously. If a short message is all that is necessary, a piece of the scroll can be torn away. That too will suffice."
This time, she hands the new scroll to Valaith with a nod of understanding.
Valaith's eyes grow wide when she realizes what Dorno was doing, but not quiet quick enough. She gives the Lady an apologetic look and shrugs. She then takes the new scroll with a nodthat she understood the importance of these items. "M'lady, you have my word that we will return these items to you when we can. If we do not return with the bag, you can assume we have fallen to death somewhere in this world. Possibly fighting off a horde of goblins." She tucks the scroll away safely into her backpack before placing her hand over her chest and giving a slight bow. "Thank you, for this assistance." She turns back to Dorno. "We should be off, my friend. You should say your goodbye while you have the chance. We will be back this way, I just do not know when."
Bründir spent the night prior surprisingly quiet. A few concerned glances passed his way at the tavern as he somberly kept one hand attached to his sword. After a couple drinks and plenty of food, he retired for the night, but not before leaving a reminder to the others, "Don' ferget the wagon an' goods in th' mornin'. I don' wanna tote aroun' a damn mercenary garrison on our arses."
Once in his room, Bründir draws the blade and lays it across his lap. Running a hand across the fuller, searching for runes, but finds nothing, "From me mother, an' with stories that butt heads ev'ry time." Drawing the "gifted" pearl, Bründir intones an arcane chant several times. The words are foreign to the dwarf, but their meaning calls for a a veil to pass over one's eyes to see clearly. When satisfied with himself, Bründir closes his eyes, holds the pearl to his left, and opens it, seeing the world as though through a glass. On the blade, runes dance across the fuller as before, and the light shines (if a bit dimmed).
Minutes pass, staring at this blade. Bründir found himself whispering, "Dumdrengi," as though it would unlock some grand revelation. When several incantations of the blade's name fail, he lowered the pearl and idly picks at a dent on the hilt, "Gonna be stubborn, eh? Seems Erik was a dwarf, like me. Doesn't win any favors, does it? Didn't think so." Standing with a strange resolve, the dwarf brandishes the blade before him, "Hope ye don' take this th' wrong way, but ye're with me now, like it or not. So ye better start openin' up or I'm gonna 'ave to take ye to th' mines fer some honest work."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Dorno arrives at breakfast wearing his mask and only lifts it slightly to feed himself. With a mouthful of food and a muffled voice below the mask, he asks when they are leaving as he is eager to please the Lady with their quest.
Having spent the night preoccupied by the potential fate awaiting him, he does his best to push it from his mind, focusing instead on his new cloak. Getting used to its shifting patterns and flowing energy. Feeling like he may be used to it he heads downstairs, testing it out walking past several patrons unnoticed. The worries return though and he cannot enjoy even mocking people from under their nose.
In the morning, Jex gulps at the news of what has happened overnight. He looks around at his new companions, any one of them could be inflicted, they don't seem concerned though. Have they not put it together? Are they so overconfident that they could beat off the demons? Are they just avoiding quarantine? He finishes his breakfast in silence looking for any sign of nerves.
"Heeelllllooooooo?!" You hear a familiar voice calling out in the glade below. "This is where it should be... I couldn't 'ave walked past it." A stout, red haired dwarf is wondering aimlessly in the woods...
Mavi Göz Mal - Half Orc Monk Level 1 Not Another Lost Mine of Phandelver
Drita - Aasimar Hexblade Warlock Lvl 3 Tomb of Annhilation
Iznik Sylnithas - Half Drow Blood Hunter Level 2 Precipice of Voids
Previous evening
Valaith's eyebrows rise suddenly at the flames that lick Brundir's sword and for a brief moment she forgets her concerns about her hammer as she claps Brundir on the shoulder. "Fancy weapon you got there, Brundir! Very flashy, just make sure you don't give away our position!" She laughs heartily and slaps him on the back once more on their way out the door. Once back at the Silver Tower. Before heading to her room, Val orders a bottle for herself and carries it to her room. Once there she leans the hammer against the wall furthest from her bed and watches it warily as she drinks the sweet liquid straight from the bottle. After draining the last drop, she waltzes over to her hammer and sits cross-legged in front of it, staring at it for several minutes before she gathers the courage to reach out and take it. Her fingers stop just short and with a heavy sigh she grasps it before she could change her mind. She lays the cool, black metal handle across her thighs and puts one hand onto the unworked, black metal head. "Now listen..." her speech slightly slurred from the mead. "We have been through a lot together and my family before me, especially..." Her voice chokes off before she can say her brother's name aloud. "I'm not going to give you up. You're the last tie I have to him. So, don't try to steal my soul and... we'll be good. If you get out of control, I'll have the holy man drive out the demonic influence, but I remember the strength you gave me in that fight. You kept me fighting. I respect that, but I'll be watching you closely until I can trust you." With her speech out of the way, she nods and spends the next hour or so attuning herself though meditation to the weapon.... Afterward, she realizes her soul hadn't been sucked into the hammer as she had expected. She then spends the next two hours lovingly polishing her new breastplate and getting acquainted with the beautiful armor.
Following morning
Val comes downstairs to the common room with a bit of a headache from the high sugar content of the mead she consumed. She enjoys a hearty breakfast with her companions. At some point looking around. "Well, I attuned? Is that the right word?" She looks around and notices the nods. "With my hammer and I don't feel any different, so it must not be all that bad, right?" She glances towards Thurston several times as if making sure he doesn't seem to think anything is strange about anything she's saying. "So, I think it's okay. I feel like it deserves a name now, thought. Being special and all. But I'm not really good with that sort of thing. I was wondering if one of you would like the honor of picking a name?"
Before that aspect of the conversation could go much further she suddenly hears a voice that she hadn't heard in several days. One that hadn't been able to continue with their job. She looks at Vark and Brundir. "Is that... Hurrig??"
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
Before he can go much further, Hurrig is surrounded by a number of unusually cautious elven guards, each armed with a spear.
"State your purpose, Dwarf!"
The challenge echoes up into the treetops.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
"Oi!" A gruff voice calls from above, "Leave'im alone! He may be a soft-handed straight-back, but he's with us." Bründir brandishes his authoritative badge and waves Hurrig up.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Thurston stops when he hears the guards and then turns around to notice that he is walking alone and his friends aren't moving yet.
"By Thor's beard!" he mumbles " What now?!" he yells to the guards, the dwarf and his friends " Another dwarf? " he ask to Hurrig " Friend of yours?" he asks To Bründir without waiting for the other to reply "Then come with us and let's go! We are in a hurry here!" he says to Hurrig and the guards, again without giving Bründir the chance to reply "Come now maese dwarf we will inform you while we walk!!"
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"OH Brundir! You are a sight for sore eyes... I'm so glad I was able to find you lot! Oi... human we need to talk.. a lot has transpired since ya left Sheercleft." Hurrig shoots Thurston a side eye glance as he directs most of the conversation to Vark, Val and Brundir.
Mavi Göz Mal - Half Orc Monk Level 1 Not Another Lost Mine of Phandelver
Drita - Aasimar Hexblade Warlock Lvl 3 Tomb of Annhilation
Iznik Sylnithas - Half Drow Blood Hunter Level 2 Precipice of Voids
Taking a deep breath to relax, and taking a swig from a waterskin... "The mines, goblins have crawling out of them.... They took the Govnor. We've been able to 'old 'em back for now. But they still come and raid the town occasionally. Now that I've delivered my message, Human, the names Hurrig."
Hurrig sits at about 4' 5". His face is covered in soot and sweat. His hair a bright red, only darkened slightly due to the permanent soot stains from working in the mine.
Mavi Göz Mal - Half Orc Monk Level 1 Not Another Lost Mine of Phandelver
Drita - Aasimar Hexblade Warlock Lvl 3 Tomb of Annhilation
Iznik Sylnithas - Half Drow Blood Hunter Level 2 Precipice of Voids
"What's the thoughts? We need some basilisk blood fer these people, but the mines are needed too."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Vark's head switches back and forth between Hurrig and Thurston, a little surprised and not sure about this new information. "Oh wow, uhm h-hi Hurrig. That's awful but... the elves here have come under some demonic affliction. Apparently a cure for the plague can be made from basilisk blood s-so we were just about to set off. I uhm... w-well I think things here are a bit more uh, time sensitive. If the miners have been holding off for now, maybe they can hold a little longer? There's... no telling how long the affected people here have before it's too late."
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
Dorno catches up with the others and says "thunder man, who are you talking to?" "We have to hurry to go ask the basilisk to borrow blood to help nice elf people." Hearing a noise below the tall firbolg lifts his new mask up to rest on top of his head and looks down. "OH! Hello little red man. I am Dorno. You can call me Dorno. The Lady is my friend. We are going to get lots of blood." He grins and reaches down to pat Hurrig on the head and flashes his new gold leaf emblem that's attached to his traveling cloak.
At word of trouble in Sheercleft, a place Dorno thinks he has heard the others talk about, Dorno scratches his chin and forehead with a meaty finger, trying to understand the situation. He wanders off from the group towards the hall where they have met Lady Lelfaer more than once calling out "Lady! Oh Lady!" If he is greeted by 'The Lady' or any of her guards or other attendants he will say "tell the Lady don't worry, friends may go help other friends with monsters that hurt friends but Dorno will get blood for the Lady alone for elf friends even if friends can't come to help their friend." He waits for someone to acknowledge his message.
For Hurrig, Dorno is a 7'5" firbolg druid who is pretty awkward socially (think Forrest Gump) and as of very recently is wearing the Mask of the Beast to go along with his wooden shield, large woven basket as a backpack, and hand woven armor.
"I agree with Vark. So we have even less time to waste! Come on maese Hurrig!" Thurston definetly turns his back and start walking in the direction of the mountain, putting his hammer over one of his shoulders. " If you want us to go help you, come with us and we will end this sooner!!"
PbP Character: A few ;)
Valaith greets Hurrig with a friendly nod, but her face grows grim at the mention of goblins attacking Sheercleft. She glances down at the beautiful armor she wears upon her chest and appears briefly torn as what to do. "We made a commitment here to do a job. A job that wouldn't need doing if we hadn't blundered. We have to see this through first, Sheercleft can hold a few more days longer. It will takes us two days to get there anyway. And the foothills are on the way back towards Sheercleft." When Dorno suddenly wanders off to find Lady Lelfaer, Valaith gets an idea. "Dorno, wait for me!" She turns back to the others. "Don't leave without us, we will meet you all at the main gates shortly!"
Val joins Dorno as they head towards the Great Hall. "Perhaps you could request some assistance from the nice elf lady, Dorno. Perhaps they could spare a few of their soldiers to come with us to gather the blood. Then we give them the vials and they bring them back here as we all go on towards Sheercleft. She seems to like you the best. Maybe you should do the asking?"
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
The guards stiffen slightly as Dorno blunders into the hall of their leaders, but nobody moves to stop him. He's a known favourite of Lelfaer's and his reputation as saviour of the village is still spreading from the previous evening.
Resplendent in a flowing silver gown that clings to her form and shrouded in a hooded green robe, the Lady seems to glide down the length of the hall to meet the big Firbolg.
"What is wrong, sweet Dorno?" She asks, as he explains his troubles to her.
She listens carefully, before answering.
"Fear not," she says simply, and then disappears away into the room where the party received their gifts the night before.
Soon after she returns carrying a small leather pouch and a scroll.
"This is one of our most treasured possessions. It must be returned when all is done. This is a Yolaban. A linking pouch. Do you understand what that means? I have its partner. When you are ready to send me the blood, then write my name and your message on the scroll and I will know you have placed the vials in the pouch."
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Valaith's mouth hangs open at the kingly gift Lady Lelfaer loaning them. She resists the urge to blurt out her thanks, but instead simply smiles at the elven lady and bows low to her, making sure her hammer does not slip to the floor.
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
Dorno listens to the Lady intently and nods, but when asked if he understands he looks puzzled. He gently takes the bag and turns away from the Lady, pulling out a glob of wax. He writes something on the scroll and then stuffs an acorn into the pouch, hoping no one can see. Dorno turns around with a wide smile and a look of great expectancy. He has the scroll rolled up on one hand and keeps gesturing at it and looking at the Lady.
As Dorno begins writing on the scroll, he and Valaith notice a momentary frown grace Lelfaer's ever-serene features for the first time since they met the Lady. It's almost as though she's suppressing a twitch.
The Firbolg finishes his writing and the scroll shrivels up in a puff of flame and disappears. A split second second later an identical piece of parchment appears in front of Lelfaer with Dorno's message. A mundane piece of parchment.
She sighs and waves to a servant to fetch another for her.
"Please, Dorno," she explains with emphatic patience. "Such a tool is powerful and valuable. Do not use it frivolously. If a short message is all that is necessary, a piece of the scroll can be torn away. That too will suffice."
This time, she hands the new scroll to Valaith with a nod of understanding.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Valaith's eyes grow wide when she realizes what Dorno was doing, but not quiet quick enough. She gives the Lady an apologetic look and shrugs. She then takes the new scroll with a nodthat she understood the importance of these items. "M'lady, you have my word that we will return these items to you when we can. If we do not return with the bag, you can assume we have fallen to death somewhere in this world. Possibly fighting off a horde of goblins." She tucks the scroll away safely into her backpack before placing her hand over her chest and giving a slight bow. "Thank you, for this assistance." She turns back to Dorno. "We should be off, my friend. You should say your goodbye while you have the chance. We will be back this way, I just do not know when."
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden