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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 7975038" data-attributes="member: 9255"><p>EBERRON: FOR HIRE</p><p>SEGMENT 007</p><p>“CROSSING THE CYRE RIVER”</p><p>4/25/20</p><p></p><p>DRAVAGO 18, 1000</p><p></p><p>Silverwing shows Sir Gali where the baker is. “Very good. My thanks My Lady.”</p><p></p><p>She mistakes his politeness as being taken in by her. She figures he is being manipulated and get the scroll case and leave with no issues. She has limited exposure to paladins.</p><p></p><p>They walk for several hours down the road just as she had done the day before. The paladin talks nearly non-stop to the attentive warforged about philosophy, religion and what makes a person inherently good or bad. Silverwing hopes this goes smoothly.</p><p></p><p>Soon the misty wall that hugs and holds onto the land known as The Mournlands can be seen clearly.</p><p></p><p>They drop down a slow hill and Silverwing begins to walk slower.</p><p></p><p>“Is something amiss My Lady?” asks the paladin with sincere concern for her.</p><p></p><p>“Within the mists there is a river and a bridge goes over it.”</p><p></p><p>“Yes- I know it well. The Daigneault Bridge. I used to fish from it. Rainbow Trout.”</p><p></p><p>“It was there my friends were lost.”</p><p></p><p>“I thought they were killed.”</p><p></p><p>“I assume they died. I never found their bodies.”</p><p></p><p>“My apologies My Lady. He meant nothing by it. As for the bridge and ourselves- we have a different fate. I know the area well. We will become lost.”</p><p></p><p>“Have you ever breached the mists before?” She asks.</p><p></p><p>“This is the first time I have returned home since I left during the war.”</p><p></p><p>“This is no mere fog or mist. It is….. alive.”</p><p></p><p>A sudden but gentle breeze comes and the Gnome wonders…. Coincidence or a warning? Either way, it is merely an inconvenience to overcome. He marches directly up to it. He stops to look up then to each direction of north and south- then pushes forward and disappears into the milky and shifting mists.</p><p></p><p>Gyor enters and finds it difficult to see with his crystal eyes. Silverwing also follows. She walks in instead of flying hoping to not provoke the spirits (Mourners). Gyor speaks but it seems lost in distance and time. “Hold my hand. I will search with the halberd.” And he begins to tap and feel his way along.</p><p></p><p>The tapping sound shifts as he works his way along the stone and dirt road. Then he hears louder taps…. Like something walking.</p><p></p><p>“What is that?” The paladin asks hoping it is not a giant or a troll.</p><p></p><p>“I am uncertain. I think it is before us….. nearby.” Answers the warforged.</p><p></p><p>“I heard a creak. Something is on the bridge. Are we on the bridge?” asks the now unsettled winged elf.</p><p></p><p>The paladin senses evil above and below. They do reach the bridge and cross it. They arenot attacked but the sounds surround them of movement.</p><p></p><p>[ DM NOTE: Once in a while I like to mix things up. Molhach did die and now is slowly becoming a ghost. His power of illusion, specially Ghost Sound, will always activate if this bridge is crossed. ]</p><p></p><p>They exit the mists and they all breathe easier (the paladin just won’t admit it and the warforged well….)</p><p></p><p>“Not white. Not black. It is grey.” Comments the warforged as he looks across the farm fields.</p><p></p><p>“I had heard it was eternally twilight within the mists but I didn’t expect this. I hope the rumors of healing are not true.” Says the gnome as he also looks across the fields.</p><p></p><p>“It is not…. Natural” says Silverwing.</p><p></p><p>They walk for a ways looking everywhere. The sight before them is unsettling. Outside of the mists it is late spring. Here it is late winter. The snow is gone but little has begun to grown. Frozen. Frozen in time at the moment of Oralune 20…..</p><p></p><p>“What is that?” The winged elf asks pointing into the field near the road ahead of them. A pile of hay bales sit to be picked up by a farmer. Behind it, something moves. It looks like a thick yellow cloud. </p><p></p><p>“I never seen anything like it.” Says the gnome.</p><p></p><p>“I do not trust it Sir Gali.”</p><p></p><p>“Just what is it?” She asks then moves into the field to get a better look.</p><p></p><p>“My Lady! It may be unwise to intrude on….it.”</p><p></p><p>From a different angle, Silverwing sees it is a roiling and pillowing yellow cloud that has substance that is striking the hay bales.</p><p></p><p>“Why is it doing this?” asks the warforged hefting up its halberd into a defensive state.</p><p></p><p>“I’m not sure but I am certain we do not need to know. We should leave it alone. Let us divert the winged lady back to the road and go.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="megamania, post: 7975038, member: 9255"] EBERRON: FOR HIRE SEGMENT 007 “CROSSING THE CYRE RIVER” 4/25/20 DRAVAGO 18, 1000 Silverwing shows Sir Gali where the baker is. “Very good. My thanks My Lady.” She mistakes his politeness as being taken in by her. She figures he is being manipulated and get the scroll case and leave with no issues. She has limited exposure to paladins. They walk for several hours down the road just as she had done the day before. The paladin talks nearly non-stop to the attentive warforged about philosophy, religion and what makes a person inherently good or bad. Silverwing hopes this goes smoothly. Soon the misty wall that hugs and holds onto the land known as The Mournlands can be seen clearly. They drop down a slow hill and Silverwing begins to walk slower. “Is something amiss My Lady?” asks the paladin with sincere concern for her. “Within the mists there is a river and a bridge goes over it.” “Yes- I know it well. The Daigneault Bridge. I used to fish from it. Rainbow Trout.” “It was there my friends were lost.” “I thought they were killed.” “I assume they died. I never found their bodies.” “My apologies My Lady. He meant nothing by it. As for the bridge and ourselves- we have a different fate. I know the area well. We will become lost.” “Have you ever breached the mists before?” She asks. “This is the first time I have returned home since I left during the war.” “This is no mere fog or mist. It is….. alive.” A sudden but gentle breeze comes and the Gnome wonders…. Coincidence or a warning? Either way, it is merely an inconvenience to overcome. He marches directly up to it. He stops to look up then to each direction of north and south- then pushes forward and disappears into the milky and shifting mists. Gyor enters and finds it difficult to see with his crystal eyes. Silverwing also follows. She walks in instead of flying hoping to not provoke the spirits (Mourners). Gyor speaks but it seems lost in distance and time. “Hold my hand. I will search with the halberd.” And he begins to tap and feel his way along. The tapping sound shifts as he works his way along the stone and dirt road. Then he hears louder taps…. Like something walking. “What is that?” The paladin asks hoping it is not a giant or a troll. “I am uncertain. I think it is before us….. nearby.” Answers the warforged. “I heard a creak. Something is on the bridge. Are we on the bridge?” asks the now unsettled winged elf. The paladin senses evil above and below. They do reach the bridge and cross it. They arenot attacked but the sounds surround them of movement. [ DM NOTE: Once in a while I like to mix things up. Molhach did die and now is slowly becoming a ghost. His power of illusion, specially Ghost Sound, will always activate if this bridge is crossed. ] They exit the mists and they all breathe easier (the paladin just won’t admit it and the warforged well….) “Not white. Not black. It is grey.” Comments the warforged as he looks across the farm fields. “I had heard it was eternally twilight within the mists but I didn’t expect this. I hope the rumors of healing are not true.” Says the gnome as he also looks across the fields. “It is not…. Natural” says Silverwing. They walk for a ways looking everywhere. The sight before them is unsettling. Outside of the mists it is late spring. Here it is late winter. The snow is gone but little has begun to grown. Frozen. Frozen in time at the moment of Oralune 20….. “What is that?” The winged elf asks pointing into the field near the road ahead of them. A pile of hay bales sit to be picked up by a farmer. Behind it, something moves. It looks like a thick yellow cloud. “I never seen anything like it.” Says the gnome. “I do not trust it Sir Gali.” “Just what is it?” She asks then moves into the field to get a better look. “My Lady! It may be unwise to intrude on….it.” From a different angle, Silverwing sees it is a roiling and pillowing yellow cloud that has substance that is striking the hay bales. “Why is it doing this?” asks the warforged hefting up its halberd into a defensive state. “I’m not sure but I am certain we do not need to know. We should leave it alone. Let us divert the winged lady back to the road and go.” [/QUOTE]
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