"Maybe nothing you want..." Dah'Deey Yahn'Keey said, as he skipped from Current so that he could once again return to the little farm stand a produce another pumpkin, which he then handed to Anearis. "Sometimes Dah'Deey Yahn'Keey does have simple wants."
The pumkpin had had the top quarter or so removed, resembling now a deep bowl, only this one wasn't hallowed out and emptied; it was filled with seeds and pumpkin innards, likely from a number of pumpkins, filled to the brim. "Got your guts, Younger Me! Yours free of charge" He then let out an almost cackling laugh of joy as he disappeared yet once more, to re-emerge for the first time, with something other than a pumpkin.
When he got closer to Current, it was a pint sized cup, or so it seemed. It appeared to be carved from something Current could recognize, whale tooth. The old elf, for the first time since coming upon him, slowed and calmed down, holding the cup up towards Current's face. Inside it was filled with wax and had a wick; it was a candle. A smell hit Current's nose. A smell of salt and algae. A smell of sand and drift wood rot. It smelled of the ocean, but not the one with which Current was familiar. Somehow it was evident to her that it was the smell of the ocean, but this was a scent that she had never before experienced.
And on its side were words that Current could read, carved in Primordial, specifically the barazhad script.
Sin's of the Father
Dah'Deey Yahn'Keey Kandle
"Dah'Deey Yahn'Keey always has for sale, what you need." The old elf send in a beckoning voice implying that the item in his hand is a purchase that Current may want to entertain.
Current looks at the candle in awe as familiarity swept over her. Blinking in surprise, she looks up at the old elf with a stunned smile. Even though she could tell, that the smell came from a different body of water than her own, the smell of the ocean was nostalgic. Current glances to the side of the candle and looks a little confused at the words that she sees inscribed on the side, but when the farmer suggested that the candle was for sale, Current looked up at him and all thought of negotiating a price flew from her mind. "How much for the candle?" Her hand reaches for her coin pouch and she silently prays that she has the funds required to purchase the candle.
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"Whatever you say." The old elf replies. "The bargain is the worth you give it." The previous exuberant energy and pace returning to Dah'Deey Yahn'Keey as he spoke in the vaguely cryptic manner with which the party had dealt before.
Once the business between Current and Dah’Deey Yahn’Keey, Anearis raises a question.
"Dah’Deey, we have heard recently that the ruins near your home were destroyed, releasing the creatures that dwelled within it. Have you had trouble with those?"
((Following completion of transaction with Current))
"Ruins? Oh, you mean the 'hellish dungeon' you all had Dah'Deey guide you too." The elf said, after smiling contentedly towards Current and turning towards Anearis. "Creatures, yes creatures pushed from their homes, but Dah'Deey Yahn'Keey has no troubled. No troubles from creatures, no troubles from others. Of course, others may have had troubles from creatures, but not Dah'Deey Yahn'Keey."
As he spoke, Dah'Deey Yahn'Keey went behind his pumpkin stand and gathered up unseen belongings, before coming back around with a stick over his shoulder, and a bundle hanging from it.
"Creatures scattered certainly, but just another woodland creature you may come upon, perhaps run into them searching for a new home."
Taking one last cheery glimpse at each of the party members, Dah'Deey Yahn'Keey took off skipping down the road which the party had just traveled. He left behind the party and the pumpkin stand in full, almost seemingly no longer caring for it in the slightest.
"What was that, Nik?" Nack said dumbfounded about the entire interaction that had just occurred. Nik shrugged, "who knows, Nack? Elves are strange."
Nik looked towards the party, "You all meet the weirdest people."
Following the pumpkin stand at the base of the watch tower, the party came across nothing man-made for nearly another four days travel. The road ran with woods, woods and more woods, until eventually about mid-afternoon. They came to a fork in the road. A stone pillar, though naturally placed, by the looks of it, stood at the fork with two arrows and elvish text carved into the rock. 'Wutai' was written with an arrow pointing left, along the main stretch they seemed to already be on. 'Mos Isleey' was written with an arrow pointing right, onto a less traveled side road that disappeared into the woods.
Behind the stone though was a two story cabin and a solid wood-log fence of vertical logs about 7 feet tall. An opening in the wall was enough for a small cart to go through, and a sign above the entrance read 'Ir Nae Ennama'.
The cabin and fence seemed to sink into the trees around it and only the front face seemed to pertrude from the treeline itself.
(If possible Austin would put the candle in the pumkin on one of the nights just after recieving it. She would light it and let herself drift off as it burns, waiting to see if anything new comes of it.)
The pumpkin provides a solid stand for the candle, and prevents it from necessarily tipping or being knocked over easily to catch any of Austin's gear aflame. That night, as Austin slept, she had a vivid dream.
Soaring over treetops, Austin can tell by the orientation of the rising sun of that new day that the direction she was flying was south.
The terrain, a hodgepodge of forest, fields, and mountains, was unfamiliar and not something Austin recognized of having traveled. It was however, most likely similar to the previous dream, in which the setting that Austin saw through another creature's eyes, was part of Theviranne.
After a few minutes, a large city, wrapped around a rocky hilltop, with a large palace atop, came into view. It remained in view for what seemed like hours playing out, before Austin eventually soared over and past it. The sun set and rose again, and after a full day Austin descended into the woods further southwest from the city she had past the previous day.
There in the woods, under the shady foliage of the trees, Austin comes to rest on a branch, her wings now folder at her sides. Below Austin, on the forest floor an individual in a green cloak tends to a fire. A pot rests on the fire with something inside. After poking at the embers and adding more kindling, the cloaked figure retrieved a black long bow that was leaning next to a massive tree. A blanket of moss hung loosely around the tree's trunk, and pulling it aside, the man reveals an opening in the tree, which he then disappears into.
The next morning Austin describes the locations, in detail, to those she travels with. She glances to the two dwarfs, as they likely know the land best. "Any idea where this city is I saw?" She makes sure to give any landmarks that stand out in her descriptions of the city itself.
((Prior to reaching the fork and inn, that Sharpe had told them about))
"I think she's pulling our leg, Nack." The dwarf said after listening to Austin describe the city from her dream. This caused Nack to look down towards his feet, and for Nick to then respond with a heavy sigh and his brother's misunderstanding the obvious. "Lady, you just described Wutai. Can't say I know anything about a ranger in a tree though."
"Seemed like a secret entrance of some sort, or a hideyhole." She shrugs though. "The sense from before led me towards where they had gone before, I will trust this tree exists and that the importance of it is not without some worth of looking into it."
Having arrived to the fork in the road, where it split towards two separate locations where the party was informed they'd find the 'gateways', Nik points towards the roadside inn before them. "Any of you need to stop then? Dwarves don't need the little fancy comforts of softer folk, but some of you might." He said attempting to hide his own potential interest in the 'little fancy comforts'
"Ooh, rest. Warm and cozy-" Nack said, lost in his own world and staring at the roadside inn, but quickly cut off by Nik. "Ha! We'll rest when we're dead. Onward!" Nik cried and started the wagon again, taking the left choice of the two roads, and moving past the inn. "Only a few more days to Wutai."
Pushing on past the cozy, forest engulfed inn, where the road split between two potential sites of the party's sworn enemies, they decided towards that of Wutai, the capital of Shinra. In the week of riding that followed, the party members spent nights under the stars, sleeping along the road. That inn had been the last 'man-made' structure they set their eyes on. The land of Shinra was much more forest dense than that of Cathaan, which although possessing forests, appeared to be more plains and farm lands.
The party's two companions seemed to grow more accustomed to traveling with the group, even as so far as by the week's end, the dwarfs took full responsibility for loading and unloading the wooden wine casks from the horses anytime the party rested for the evening.
As darkness fell on the seventh day, since leaving the fork in the road, Nik pointed out yet another split on the course. The more traveled of the two paths led southward, while the other continued east, eventually being lost to the hills beyond. To the south, lights could be seen in the distance. "There's Wutai. It's still bout a half day's ride. I think it best we wait until morning; parts a the road could make them trip." Nik said, motioning towards the horses.
The lights in the distance were faint, but plentiful, scattered around the mound of earth on which the city was built, the castle on top stretching towards the black skies above.
Uthal stares off into the darkness before turning to the dwarves. "Any special cultural things we need to know? Things that are illegal here that aren't in Cathaan. Or just things that people don't like you doing?"
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"Maybe nothing you want..." Dah'Deey Yahn'Keey said, as he skipped from Current so that he could once again return to the little farm stand a produce another pumpkin, which he then handed to Anearis. "Sometimes Dah'Deey Yahn'Keey does have simple wants."
The pumkpin had had the top quarter or so removed, resembling now a deep bowl, only this one wasn't hallowed out and emptied; it was filled with seeds and pumpkin innards, likely from a number of pumpkins, filled to the brim. "Got your guts, Younger Me! Yours free of charge" He then let out an almost cackling laugh of joy as he disappeared yet once more, to re-emerge for the first time, with something other than a pumpkin.
When he got closer to Current, it was a pint sized cup, or so it seemed. It appeared to be carved from something Current could recognize, whale tooth. The old elf, for the first time since coming upon him, slowed and calmed down, holding the cup up towards Current's face. Inside it was filled with wax and had a wick; it was a candle. A smell hit Current's nose. A smell of salt and algae. A smell of sand and drift wood rot. It smelled of the ocean, but not the one with which Current was familiar. Somehow it was evident to her that it was the smell of the ocean, but this was a scent that she had never before experienced.
And on its side were words that Current could read, carved in Primordial, specifically the barazhad script.
Sin's of the Father
Dah'Deey Yahn'Keey Kandle
"Dah'Deey Yahn'Keey always has for sale, what you need." The old elf send in a beckoning voice implying that the item in his hand is a purchase that Current may want to entertain.
Current looks at the candle in awe as familiarity swept over her. Blinking in surprise, she looks up at the old elf with a stunned smile. Even though she could tell, that the smell came from a different body of water than her own, the smell of the ocean was nostalgic. Current glances to the side of the candle and looks a little confused at the words that she sees inscribed on the side, but when the farmer suggested that the candle was for sale, Current looked up at him and all thought of negotiating a price flew from her mind. "How much for the candle?" Her hand reaches for her coin pouch and she silently prays that she has the funds required to purchase the candle.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
"Whatever you say." The old elf replies. "The bargain is the worth you give it." The previous exuberant energy and pace returning to Dah'Deey Yahn'Keey as he spoke in the vaguely cryptic manner with which the party had dealt before.
Once the business between Current and Dah’Deey Yahn’Keey, Anearis raises a question.
"Dah’Deey, we have heard recently that the ruins near your home were destroyed, releasing the creatures that dwelled within it. Have you had trouble with those?"
((Following completion of transaction with Current))
"Ruins? Oh, you mean the 'hellish dungeon' you all had Dah'Deey guide you too." The elf said, after smiling contentedly towards Current and turning towards Anearis. "Creatures, yes creatures pushed from their homes, but Dah'Deey Yahn'Keey has no troubled. No troubles from creatures, no troubles from others. Of course, others may have had troubles from creatures, but not Dah'Deey Yahn'Keey."
As he spoke, Dah'Deey Yahn'Keey went behind his pumpkin stand and gathered up unseen belongings, before coming back around with a stick over his shoulder, and a bundle hanging from it.
"Creatures scattered certainly, but just another woodland creature you may come upon, perhaps run into them searching for a new home."
Taking one last cheery glimpse at each of the party members, Dah'Deey Yahn'Keey took off skipping down the road which the party had just traveled. He left behind the party and the pumpkin stand in full, almost seemingly no longer caring for it in the slightest.
"What was that, Nik?" Nack said dumbfounded about the entire interaction that had just occurred. Nik shrugged, "who knows, Nack? Elves are strange."
Nik looked towards the party, "You all meet the weirdest people."
Following the pumpkin stand at the base of the watch tower, the party came across nothing man-made for nearly another four days travel. The road ran with woods, woods and more woods, until eventually about mid-afternoon. They came to a fork in the road. A stone pillar, though naturally placed, by the looks of it, stood at the fork with two arrows and elvish text carved into the rock. 'Wutai' was written with an arrow pointing left, along the main stretch they seemed to already be on. 'Mos Isleey' was written with an arrow pointing right, onto a less traveled side road that disappeared into the woods.
Behind the stone though was a two story cabin and a solid wood-log fence of vertical logs about 7 feet tall. An opening in the wall was enough for a small cart to go through, and a sign above the entrance read 'Ir Nae Ennama'.
The cabin and fence seemed to sink into the trees around it and only the front face seemed to pertrude from the treeline itself.
(If possible Austin would put the candle in the pumkin on one of the nights just after recieving it. She would light it and let herself drift off as it burns, waiting to see if anything new comes of it.)
The pumpkin provides a solid stand for the candle, and prevents it from necessarily tipping or being knocked over easily to catch any of Austin's gear aflame. That night, as Austin slept, she had a vivid dream.
Soaring over treetops, Austin can tell by the orientation of the rising sun of that new day that the direction she was flying was south.
The terrain, a hodgepodge of forest, fields, and mountains, was unfamiliar and not something Austin recognized of having traveled. It was however, most likely similar to the previous dream, in which the setting that Austin saw through another creature's eyes, was part of Theviranne.
After a few minutes, a large city, wrapped around a rocky hilltop, with a large palace atop, came into view. It remained in view for what seemed like hours playing out, before Austin eventually soared over and past it. The sun set and rose again, and after a full day Austin descended into the woods further southwest from the city she had past the previous day.
There in the woods, under the shady foliage of the trees, Austin comes to rest on a branch, her wings now folder at her sides. Below Austin, on the forest floor an individual in a green cloak tends to a fire. A pot rests on the fire with something inside. After poking at the embers and adding more kindling, the cloaked figure retrieved a black long bow that was leaning next to a massive tree. A blanket of moss hung loosely around the tree's trunk, and pulling it aside, the man reveals an opening in the tree, which he then disappears into.
The next morning Austin describes the locations, in detail, to those she travels with. She glances to the two dwarfs, as they likely know the land best. "Any idea where this city is I saw?" She makes sure to give any landmarks that stand out in her descriptions of the city itself.
Uthal nods at the vision. "Could be a back way into a location. Or at least a chance to take Vigo out of the equation. One less foe would be nice."
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
((Prior to reaching the fork and inn, that Sharpe had told them about))
"I think she's pulling our leg, Nack." The dwarf said after listening to Austin describe the city from her dream. This caused Nack to look down towards his feet, and for Nick to then respond with a heavy sigh and his brother's misunderstanding the obvious. "Lady, you just described Wutai. Can't say I know anything about a ranger in a tree though."
"Seemed like a secret entrance of some sort, or a hideyhole." She shrugs though. "The sense from before led me towards where they had gone before, I will trust this tree exists and that the importance of it is not without some worth of looking into it."
Having arrived to the fork in the road, where it split towards two separate locations where the party was informed they'd find the 'gateways', Nik points towards the roadside inn before them. "Any of you need to stop then? Dwarves don't need the little fancy comforts of softer folk, but some of you might." He said attempting to hide his own potential interest in the 'little fancy comforts'
Uthal shrugs and shakes his head with a scoff at the comforts.
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"I am good to continue onward, if that is what the rest of the group wishes." Austin says, though she eyes the inn with more than passing interest.
Anearis looks to see how much more sunlight is left for the day, as well as the remaining distance to Wutai
"We should press on while the sun is still out. But if our dwarven friend wish to rest, there is no shame in that either."
"Ooh, rest. Warm and cozy-" Nack said, lost in his own world and staring at the roadside inn, but quickly cut off by Nik. "Ha! We'll rest when we're dead. Onward!" Nik cried and started the wagon again, taking the left choice of the two roads, and moving past the inn. "Only a few more days to Wutai."
Austin gives a sigh, but nudges her mount on to follow the dwarfs.
Pushing on past the cozy, forest engulfed inn, where the road split between two potential sites of the party's sworn enemies, they decided towards that of Wutai, the capital of Shinra. In the week of riding that followed, the party members spent nights under the stars, sleeping along the road. That inn had been the last 'man-made' structure they set their eyes on. The land of Shinra was much more forest dense than that of Cathaan, which although possessing forests, appeared to be more plains and farm lands.
The party's two companions seemed to grow more accustomed to traveling with the group, even as so far as by the week's end, the dwarfs took full responsibility for loading and unloading the wooden wine casks from the horses anytime the party rested for the evening.
As darkness fell on the seventh day, since leaving the fork in the road, Nik pointed out yet another split on the course. The more traveled of the two paths led southward, while the other continued east, eventually being lost to the hills beyond. To the south, lights could be seen in the distance. "There's Wutai. It's still bout a half day's ride. I think it best we wait until morning; parts a the road could make them trip." Nik said, motioning towards the horses.
The lights in the distance were faint, but plentiful, scattered around the mound of earth on which the city was built, the castle on top stretching towards the black skies above.
Uthal stares off into the darkness before turning to the dwarves. "Any special cultural things we need to know? Things that are illegal here that aren't in Cathaan. Or just things that people don't like you doing?"
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne