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<blockquote data-quote="Once a Fool" data-source="post: 2631121" data-attributes="member: 35783"><p><strong>Chapter Six</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>"Dewhollow"</strong></p><p></p><p><span style="color: white">The man's voice was thick as he said it. Something terrible had begun to gnaw at her stomach, even then. Evangeline sighed.</span></p><p><span style="color: white"></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><em>Home.</em></span></p><p><span style="color: white"></span></p><p><span style="color: white">Warren, the woodworker from the Lost Haven, had told the broken-faced man that the spiderbox had come from someone who had gotten it from someone who had gotten it from someone who got it from Dewhollow. This was not the way Evangeline would have wanted to return home.</span></p><p><span style="color: white"></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><em>I'm going to have to tell them that Sylvan is dead.</em></span></p><p><span style="color: white"></span></p><p><span style="color: white">Tears welled in Evangeline's elven eyes. When she had first set out from here - <em>Had to go. Just had to, didn't you?</em> - she had taken him with her.</span></p><p><span style="color: white"></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><em>Elfin Angel, linger on.</em></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><em>The soul sets its course;</em></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><em>yet I would stay with you.</em></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><em>Friend in dark times,</em></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><em>Guiding light in Shadow.</em></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><em>Elfin Angel, lead me on.</em></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><em>I will follow.</em></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><em>Though the path tear me apart,</em></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><em>I will follow.</em></span></p><p><span style="color: white"></span></p><p><span style="color: white">Sylvan had followed. He did not survive the town of Bounty.</span></p><p><span style="color: white"></span></p><p><span style="color: white">Evangeline bit her lip and fought back her tears. She would have time later to mourn. Now, she had a town to save - somehow - and friends.</span></p><p><span style="color: white"></span></p><p><span style="color: white">The journey had been rough. They had lost time. A day lost skirting an orc hunting party. A day lost at the elven border, while the Southern Army decided whether or not to let them in. Humans were easier to trust when they were outside elven lands and Merv was not a person who immediately inspired trust. Even so, Evangeline found that she did trust him.</span></p><p><span style="color: white"></span></p><p><span style="color: white">At least the tribe of Wild Humans hadn't slowed them down. A simple offering of food had placated them.</span></p><p><span style="color: white"></span></p><p><span style="color: white">Now, they had finally come to Dewhollow, as the trade-tongue speaks it. Set in the hollow of an enormous oak, high above the forest floor, facing east, to catch the morning sun in the ascendant months and the evening sun in the ecliptic months. Here they were, at night.</span></p><p><span style="color: white"></span></p><p><span style="color: white"><em>Home.</em></span></p><p><span style="color: white"></span></p><p><span style="color: white">Since the Shaper lived on the ground, in a dead tree, his was the first place to go. As it turned out, he was expecting them.</span></p><p></p><p>"Dearest Evangeline,</p><p>You have come home.</p><p>You travel with company,</p><p>And still all alone."</p><p></p><p><span style="color: white">The Shaper was always...odd. He had a look about him that was neither young, nor old, yet somehow both - beyond the span of elven nature. He had a strange fascination with deadwood. And he <em>always</em> spoke in riddle and rhyme.</span></p><p><span style="color: white"></span></p><p><span style="color: white">Merv approached with the spiderbox, prepared for some heartfelt interrogation, but before he could speak, the Shaper turned to him with a disquieting smile.</span></p><p></p><p>"Brokenface, brokenface,</p><p>Come you in;</p><p>You have my box</p><p>And the spiders therein."</p><p></p><p><span style="color: white">They were close. Whatever they needed to do, they were very, very close.</span></p><p><span style="color: white"></span></p><p><span style="color: white">Inside of the hollowed tree, furnishings were scant. A desk sat, cluttered, to one end. A massive rug adorned the floor. Torches blazed gloomily in the chamber. The Shaper spoke again.</span></p><p></p><p>"Spiderbox, Spiderbox,</p><p>Open the lid;</p><p>Now you must find</p><p>Where the door is hid.</p><p>Look on no wall;</p><p>Look for no hole.</p><p>A room with no exit</p><p>Is where you must go.</p><p>First form the Body,</p><p>Then form the Legs.</p><p>Place it all on a bed of webs.</p><p>Hurry your thinking;</p><p>If you are late,</p><p>Your friends may meet</p><p>With a Spidery fate."</p><p></p><p><span style="color: white">With that, he burst into a thousand thousand tiny white spiders and swarmed out of the door.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Once a Fool, post: 2631121, member: 35783"] [b]Chapter Six[/b] [b]"Dewhollow"[/b] [color=white]The man's voice was thick as he said it. Something terrible had begun to gnaw at her stomach, even then. Evangeline sighed. [i]Home.[/i] Warren, the woodworker from the Lost Haven, had told the broken-faced man that the spiderbox had come from someone who had gotten it from someone who had gotten it from someone who got it from Dewhollow. This was not the way Evangeline would have wanted to return home. [i]I'm going to have to tell them that Sylvan is dead.[/i] Tears welled in Evangeline's elven eyes. When she had first set out from here - [i]Had to go. Just had to, didn't you?[/i] - she had taken him with her. [i]Elfin Angel, linger on. The soul sets its course; yet I would stay with you. Friend in dark times, Guiding light in Shadow. Elfin Angel, lead me on. I will follow. Though the path tear me apart, I will follow.[/i] Sylvan had followed. He did not survive the town of Bounty. Evangeline bit her lip and fought back her tears. She would have time later to mourn. Now, she had a town to save - somehow - and friends. The journey had been rough. They had lost time. A day lost skirting an orc hunting party. A day lost at the elven border, while the Southern Army decided whether or not to let them in. Humans were easier to trust when they were outside elven lands and Merv was not a person who immediately inspired trust. Even so, Evangeline found that she did trust him. At least the tribe of Wild Humans hadn't slowed them down. A simple offering of food had placated them. Now, they had finally come to Dewhollow, as the trade-tongue speaks it. Set in the hollow of an enormous oak, high above the forest floor, facing east, to catch the morning sun in the ascendant months and the evening sun in the ecliptic months. Here they were, at night. [i]Home.[/i] Since the Shaper lived on the ground, in a dead tree, his was the first place to go. As it turned out, he was expecting them.[/color] "Dearest Evangeline, You have come home. You travel with company, And still all alone." [color=white]The Shaper was always...odd. He had a look about him that was neither young, nor old, yet somehow both - beyond the span of elven nature. He had a strange fascination with deadwood. And he [i]always[/i] spoke in riddle and rhyme. Merv approached with the spiderbox, prepared for some heartfelt interrogation, but before he could speak, the Shaper turned to him with a disquieting smile.[/color] "Brokenface, brokenface, Come you in; You have my box And the spiders therein." [color=white]They were close. Whatever they needed to do, they were very, very close. Inside of the hollowed tree, furnishings were scant. A desk sat, cluttered, to one end. A massive rug adorned the floor. Torches blazed gloomily in the chamber. The Shaper spoke again.[/color] "Spiderbox, Spiderbox, Open the lid; Now you must find Where the door is hid. Look on no wall; Look for no hole. A room with no exit Is where you must go. First form the Body, Then form the Legs. Place it all on a bed of webs. Hurry your thinking; If you are late, Your friends may meet With a Spidery fate." [color=white]With that, he burst into a thousand thousand tiny white spiders and swarmed out of the door.[/color] [/QUOTE]
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