Awakening of the Nymerians.

[Ghostknight]

Symerian Dragonspawn, Human, Wizard3/Bloodline 1

Examining the elves as he wakes the others, Symianlooks around him

"Anyone recognise where we are? I don't recognise this place and the seasons definitely seem wrong! "

Wonder who these elves are, at least they seem friendly enough! Hmm, wonder what spell that witch hit us with? Lets see, thise gestures and words combined with a chime?

*He follows behind the others, trying to unravel the puzzle of how they got here....

ooc: Spell craft check 12+13 = 25

 

[Rayex]

As you walk through the forest it starts to wake up. Birds are flying through the air, fetching food for their younglings, squirrels chitter angrily at you when you walk near their territory.
The sun is slowly rising, and soon you feel the warmth of the sun penetrating the canopy of the forest.

You walk for close to an hour before you notice a change in your escort. The elven scouts are no longer carrying their weapons at the ready, and they all seem more relaxed than before.
When you get to a clearing in the forest, you all see a gigantic tree somewhere ahead.

"Ah, Loniagarden is close" Torkai says. "That tree you see there is Lonia, one of the few remaining trees of its kind. It is around its base our home is. When you get there Myria the Wise would like to talk to you."

The journey keep on for close to half an hour when you suddenly are met by two peculiar creatures. They have the head, arms and torso of the elves currently escorting you, but the lower body is that of an elk. They both carry spears across their backs, easily accessable.

"Greetings Torkai. Are these the promised ones? They are not as expected, for sure." one of the creatures says in the same language as the elves. With a smile and a friendly nod towards you she, for it is surly a female, continue "Well, Myria is waiting, as you know. I'll tell her that you have arrived." With that she turns and disapears quickly into the forest, heading for Lonia.

Several minutes later you enter the big clearing at the base of the tree. You do not see any huts, burrows or anything indicating someone living there. Torkai, noticing your confusion, stops and turns to you with a frown. "Is anything wrong? This was not as you expected?

Symian: You conclude that the spell the woman used was of the Evocation kind, but nothing you've ever seen before.


OOC: I will assume that Alan continues to translate what the elves and the other creatures are saying.

 

[rangerjohn]

OOC:Yes, he does.

"You say you live here? Where? Where is this Myria you speak of, Torkai?

 

[Someone]

Havort, red haired telepath with 24 pp remaining.

"People, this is the most amusing place I´ve ever seen, maybe the witch and Thukk the minotaur made us a favor. I mean, in what other place could we find elk centaur elves and named trees?" Havort laughs.

"Alan, why don´t you ask them what they want to say with all the ´promised ones´ stuff? Sounds like one of those funny prophecies"

 

[Rayex]

Torkai takes a time to think before he answers.
"Yes, this is indeed our home. We live in the tree. You will soon see, we are going in there in a few moments.
Who Myria is? She is our leader. Actually, leader she is not. She is more of a guide to us than a leader. You will meet her soon, she has been waiting for you for some time now."

The elf waits patiently while Havorts speaks to Alan, who then translates.
"Ah, as for that, you will have to ask Myria. We do not know much, only that she knew you would come, and that when you came things would change."
He then starts to move towards the tree and motions you to follow.

When you come close to the tree, you see an archway in between its huge roots. Inside it is not dark and gloomy, as some might expect it to be, rather it is light and comfortable. The light comes through windows spread all over the trunk, and there is also some kind of magic in work here, lighting the place.
The tree in itself is quite spectacular. It is hollow, but obviously still alive and thriving. When you look up, it looks like the tree goes on for ever. A walkway is spiraling from the entrance and all the way up to the top. All along the walkway you see alcoves, doors and holes boring into the outer wall.
Torkai spoke true, they actually live in the tree!
The tree is full of elves of all ages. Small children are running around playing catch, playing with swords and bows and some are even swinging from contraptions made of rope, suspended between different parts of the walkway.

"I will have to leave you here, I have got duties to see to. just follow the walkway to the top where Myria will be waiting for you."
He smiles at you once more, and turns towards a group of young elves approaching, bows in hands. "So it is the bow today, is it? If you think you are finnished with the blade, you are wrong. Let me tell you of the time I...." the younglings swarms around the older elf, herding him outside, and you are left to yourself.

 

[Drakknyte32]

Devon spends a few minutes just taking in the view inside the tree. He had seen many amazing sites while he travelled with the caravan but most of them were human. When he had set off on his own he had hoped he would get the chance to see the famed elven tree-cities and dwarven citadels. And now he was getting his wish.

Finally he moves towards the stairs, his curiosity about this Myria overcoming his desire to explore the tree.

 

[rangerjohn]

*Alan was intrigued with the elves and centaurs, but the sight of the tree has him enraptured.* "It seems we have stepped into the old ballads, my friends." *Coming to his senses, he bids Torkai, farewell, and leads the group up the stairs.*

 

[Someone]

Havort, Telepath. PP 24/25

"It seems we have stepped into the old ballads, my friends."

"Somehow we died and went to squirrels´s heaven" says Havort while climbing.

 

[ferretguy]

Torasin

"Definitly in the legends I had heard as a child, this type of place did not exist..." Torasin looks around the tree, gazing up into the hollowed out sections trying to comprehend how these elves could of constructed such a place.

 

[Ghostknight]

*Climbing through the trees Symian loks around.*

I wonder where we actually are? With all the changes it might well be we have been transferred to an alternate plane. If so it explains the named trees and elk centaurs. But I wonder what it is they expect of us? I mean why do they refer to us as the "Promised ones" and more worryingly, if we are these promised ones, why do we not fit their prophecies and what does that mean for us?

This place worries me, but it is subtle - what is going on here?