A world in Darkness IC- Calling Wilphe and Nac Mac Feegle

[Quirhid]

Racid starts to feel nervous with so many eyes watching. He tries to keep up with the group as best he can, he doesn't want to be left alone. When a child gets too close he offers a murderous gaze showing: "Touch me and you're dead!"

 

[Wilphe]

"I don't think there is a lot of point keeping it on now because our hosts don't seem to be keeping it a secret," her voice drops to a whisper and she heads in close, "You are happy?"

 

[Ghostknight]

You are escoted and led into a nearby tree, the children unperturbed by either Gor's bulk or Racid's looks. They seem to glory in the sound of the laughter of Argentus, and try to sing along - failing miserably and producing a cacophonous roar that offsets the beauty of the Argentus' singing, making it appear even more majestic in comparison.

As you enter into the hole in the tree, you are surrounded by opulence, a huge palatial hall opens up in front of you, massive doors able to fit about twenty of these creatures abreast of each other in front of you, another hall can be seen through these doors, even larger than the one you are in - these rooms may have been entered into via a tree, but there is no way they conform to the interior of the tree!

Approaching each of you is one of the creatures, robed in white linen and carrying a bowl and pitcher. Shyly they halt in front of you.

Wippet speaks up They are here to welcome you, wash the road from your face, hands and feet. You will then be taken forward to be recognised.

 

[Zerth]

"What's this, Gor needs to wash himself again? Just took a bath in city, before we left. But if it's the way of the little people, Gor washes himself again," the minotaur says and starts washing his big hands and face.

After washing he shakes his head to dry himself, "Brrrrrh! Gor ready. Where to now?"

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Argentus allows himself to be washed as is the obvious custom of these people. He is just glad to have the costume off and allow his wings freedom to move.

I am ready. Please continue on.

 

[Quirhid]

"About time I got rid of this ridiculous color!" Racid says splashing the water onto his face.

 

[Ghostknight]

You all stand washing yourselves.

As you finish washing you are presented wiht warmed towels to dry yourself with.

Unfortunately for Racid, as he washed ho notices that the red remains on him. Not only that but as long as water is on it burns. Drying himself off quickly is the only way to get the burning to stop.

Wippet and the creature dressed in leaves come forward to him.

You have been marked by the waters. You will need to find a way to remove the stain vefore it spreads into your soul. Perhaps those we go to now will be able to tell you more

 

[Wilphe]

"Thank you. Is there going to be some chance of a formal introduction, or will we get that where we are going?"

 

[Ghostknight]

"Thank you. Is there going to be some chance of a formal introduction, or will we get that where we are going?"

Do not worry, we will ne introduced at the correct time.

With that the leaf wearing man and Wippet go through the doors.

Your attendants move away and another of the creatures, this time robed in blue and carrying a white staff comes forward. Each stands in front of you and then starts moving forward, in a slow, steady step. Slow for them as small creatures - but extreemely slow for you!

By the time you reach the doors at least a minute has passed to move the few steps forward. Luckily the creatures stand aside at the open doors, pointing the way forward.

You enter into the immense hall and walk down a laid out carpet to the far end to be with a trio of beings. Two are the same creatures as you have seen running around here but the third is something altogether different. He is around seven feet tall, clothed in crimson armor and carrying a staff that looks like it has been created out of nothing, it appears to drink the surrounding light.

The two small creatures look at you benignly, their golden shifts blowing softly in the breeze, but the other one, his face hidden behind a mask seems different, his head turning on each of you and ingering for longest on the deva.

In turn Argentus feels a sense of constriction. Again he feels that he should know more, that this being in front of him is something that he has knowledge off, but knowledge hidden from him. He knows that armor, that mask hide something far different from the rest of this place, but he cannot recall what it is.

As the creatures perusal ends, each of you feels a slight chill, perhaps just a bit of colder wind as it blows in from outside?

At that point one of the two creatures in front of you steps forward and spreads its arms

Welcome honoured guests to the home of the lost, I am known as the Guide and this is my mate Ghilli. We thank you for saving one of our people from the Face of fear and invite you to dine with us this night.

 

[Ghostknight]

From behind you, you hear the sound as many of the tribe members arrive, and the scraping of tables and chairs.