The Bold Adventures of Poins--In the Woods!

Liev

Having been excited to finally enter and get somewhere, only to be dismissed again, Liev sulks.

"Is it like that a lot with druids, all this secret talking?" he asks Devon. "You know, if folk are afraid I'll spill, I swear I'm great at keeping a secret. You'd be amazed what I know. If I told you.

"Which I won't. Since I'm good at keeping secrets, see?"

Devon

Devon looks at Liev and says under his breath, "Don't disrespect Nightshade. ever." and pulls him outside.

Hemaor stands there fidgeting slightly, uncomfortable in this strange situation.

Liev is startled when a little bird begins to peck at his ear, and then flys angrily around his head.

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Liev is startled when a little bird begins to peck at his ear, and then flys angrily around his head.

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"Hey!" Liev yells, swatting at the creature. "You don't stop that, and I'm having roast annoying bird for my afternoon snack!"

Live turns to Devon, knowing his connection to nature, and asks, "Help a guy out, eh?"

At that moment, Aert and Obeah Swiftwing walk out of Nightshade's hut. "My friends," explains Swiftwing, "We have talked it over, and have a favor to ask of you. Devon, Liev and Haemor, you will go to Mount Blacktooth, to try and prevent the Purple Eyes from unlocking the evils of the Azerai. Fortunately, we know of a back way they do not, and will deposit you there." He turns to Tristan and Graf. "You twain shall travel to the Green Council, to inform them of what is transpiring here." He hands the pair a twig of mistletoe. "This is a way token. It shall guide your footsteps to where the Council is hidden, as long as your hearts be of friendly intent." Tristan nods and takes the token, after which he and the half-goblin walk off.

Aert glances at the three remaining adventurers, plus wolf. "As for you--do not think we send you undersupported to face doom. Behold! New allies!" With a wave of his hand, Aert causes a tall grim Aguiran holding an axe and a Termani clad in the garb of a priest of Surya. "These two owe me service," notes Aert bluntly, "and in this wise, they shall pay it." He then glances at the bird pecking Liev. "Do I know you?" he mutters, puzzled.

At this, the bird flies away.

Marcus
Marcus is startled to find himself standing in the woods surrounded by two humans, a hob, a wolf, an elf, a wood goblin, and the wizard Aert, of whom the last memory Marcus has is him chanting at him...

Norani
The last thing Norani remembers is hiding in the Crescent Tower of Aert of the Silver Robes. Then some chanting....

Now he's in the middle of the woods with a great deal of strangers around. It's startling, but better than having Selya Demoneye on his tail...

Devon

Devon bows to the elders and says, "Thank you for this honor. I will not fail you."

When the others appear he introduces himself, "Hi I'm Devon Farmer. We're headed for Mount Blacktooth. is there anything you need for the trip?" He seems to act as if this is all very normal.

Marcus

Spinning into a defensive crouch, the large man appears suprisingly agile for such a large man.

"Aert! What sorcery is this? Return to me the Axe of the Founder and I will forgive your actions."

Liev

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Spinning into a defensive crouch, the large man appears suprisingly agile for such a large man.

"Aert! What sorcery is this? Return to me the Axe of the Founder and I will forgive your actions."

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"Um...are you sure you conjured allies?" Liev says to Aert, raising an eyebrow at the aggression of the man with the nasty-big axe. Remembering Devon's earlier reprisal concerning respect, Liev backtracks, adding quickly "It's okay if you did. I mean, I mess up my tricks sometimes, too. It's just the way with tricks, I think."

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Spinning into a defensive crouch, the large man appears suprisingly agile for such a large man.

"Aert! What sorcery is this? Return to me the Axe of the Founder and I will forgive your actions."

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"Master Marcus, you entered into my home, to take something I possess with good reason," notes Aert calmly. "You are in no position to be speaking of forgiveness." He raises his gloved hand, a cool blue flame appearing in it. "I, on the other hand, am a wizard who has lived for centuries and bent strange powers to my all-encomposing will. I am a man in an excellent position to be talking of forgiveness."