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Friday, 13th May, 2011, 04:13 AM #1011
A pair of dock labourers pass by the odd-looking tree outside the tavern, stopping momentarily to comment on it's unusal location and appearance before continuing their conversation.
"Didja hear the latest in tha Screamer? They say that Kythira just up and vanished, some new island is in its place. I think it's gotta be dark magic" the younger man says
The elder replies "No, it ain't nothing' but rubbish. I ain't read that rag in years, full of lies and propaganda it is. Makin' them mercenary types seem like heroes. Bah! It ain't much good e'cept fer wipin' yer arse."
"My cousin twice removed on my mother's side is a half-orc, tragic story that, but he sails with them Bacarte merchants and he sent us a note. It was the same thing. I'm tellin' ya, it's true" the youth retorts.
That is all that's heard on the outside, as the duo enter the bar, grab a table well away from the oddities that gather in this place.
If anyone looks over at the copy of the Screamer, they're reminded of the recent article.
Last edited by renau1g; Friday, 13th May, 2011 at 04:21 AM.
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Friday, 13th May, 2011, 05:46 PM #1012
The tree's limbs twitch, dislodging a tire swing that falls to the ground and rolls down the street. Ponderously its crown of twisted branches swings around to follow the two entering the tavern. Knots that until now have been sealed shut open up in its bark, revealing deeply sunken eyes. He stands still for a moment, swaying slightly in the breeze, awake now but pondering.
Ironheart shudders as if stretching and disentangles his roots from the concrete. A limb reaches out and grasps a long poleaxe that leans against the wall of the building. Over the past few weeks, drunks and mercenaries leaving the tavern have learned not to try to touch that axe, but now the tree reclaims it.
He moves forward to stand in the Hanged Man's doorway. He peers all around it, examining the cut and shaped wood carefully. He peers through it at the dimly lit scene within - more remains of trees, propping up mugs of beer and mortal backsides. At last, grimacing in distaste, he steps through the doorway and enters the tavern.
"I am Ironheart," he booms, "Defender of the forest. Is it true? The Living Isle is... gone?"
Friday, 13th May, 2011, 07:14 PM #1013
The bartender looks up in surprise at the woodwoad, "Ah, that's what they're saying it is" he stammers.
Saturday, 14th May, 2011, 08:49 PM #1014
Acolyte (Lvl 2)
Aperion is glad he stuck around, he's looks up in awe at the tree-thing-man named Ironheart. This news about an Island disappearing is unsettling and interesting at the same time...
Sunday, 15th May, 2011, 04:11 AM #1015
Acolyte (Lvl 2)
Missing and new? Interesting...
Zaemar cocks an eyebrow in surprise. Geography of this size...disappearing seems uncommon, even for this location. He wonders what he can do to investigate.
Sunday, 15th May, 2011, 05:30 AM #1016
"This must be investigated. Such destruction leaves all nature weakened," rumbles Ironheart. "But I dare not risk the Feywild again. How do you city dwellers travel from island to island?"
Sunday, 15th May, 2011, 06:58 AM #1017
Acolyte (Lvl 2)
Tuesday, 17th May, 2011, 04:59 AM #1018
The bartender mutters something about the docks, and ships. Ironheart considers.
"A ship?" he mutters. "I have heard of these. They are also made of shaped and treated trees, aren't they?" A huge sigh wracks his frame. "I will learn to deal with it." He turns to leave, and then suddenly stops and faces the bar. There is a cracking sound as a seam in his trunk pops open. Ironheart reaches a small branch into the gap and withdraws a small leather sack. He tips a small pile of coins onto the bar. "This is the custom, I believe?" he rumbles. "Thank you."
As the bartender gathers up the coins, Ironheart shoulders his axe and marches out of the tavern, heading for the docks.
Tuesday, 17th May, 2011, 01:26 PM #1019
Scout (Lvl 6)
close the world, .txEn eht nepo
Tuesday, 17th May, 2011, 07:33 PM #1020
Thaumaturgist (Lvl 9)
"Of course I..." he bites off his curt response and continues, "will assist you in speaking with my master. It is unfortunate that I did not bring the large carriage. I am afraid I do not have the means of transporting you all. Are you amenable to the idea of my returning to the house of my master and sending a means of your celeritous transport?"