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<blockquote data-quote="Knightfall" data-source="post: 290171" data-attributes="member: 2012"><p><strong>Journey South (cont.)</strong></p><p></p><p><em><strong>From the Journal of Bactra Redwind, son of Minonus</strong></em></p><p></p><p><em><strong>Deep into the Merewood:</strong></em></p><p><em>The fey creatures had refused to remove the gags from our mouths the entire way to their treetop community. They had allowed everyone but Dvalin to walk. Him they kept bound, dragging him along on a makeshift wooden cart without wheels. Dvalin had not been happy to say the least.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Pakwa bounced up and down the entire time. He kept asking questions over an over again not caring that I had been gagged. Soon I had figured out enough of their language to find out what they had planned for us. Their chieftain would administer a test that would prove whether or not we were evil spirits.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>This seemed logical at first. Then I realized that this test would likely be magical in nature. If it was a simple detect magic spell then I would be dead in the forest, so to speak. If it was the more advanced detect undead spell then they might let us go. Yes, it could go either way...</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Fortunately, these phanatons, as they call themselves, were a little more primitive than that. Their chieftain was also their shaman, or more precisely, their “false” shaman. I have more magic in one fingernail then he has in his entire body. We tried not to look menacing or amused as the phanaton chieftain danced around us waving his “staff” in the air chortling and gurgling to him self.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>In the end it was declared that we were not evil spirits. Although we had to restrain Dvalin after they cut the irate dwarf loose. The chieftain proclaimed that we would remain as honored guests “For while.”</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>We weren't sure how to take that.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The phanatons seemed very interested in learning about Jeddar, Dabuk, and me, in particular. We told them of the Great Forest in the north and our homes there. Dabuk didn't share anything personal about his life in the city. He thought it better to make them think he was as wild as they were. Not that he was trying to be rude. He just wanted them to accept him more for his knowledge of the forest.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The chieftain was taken aback by my obvious magical abilities. I had been entertaining the little ones with some minor cantrips when he spotted me casting spells. He looked more scared then angry, but I decided against using anymore “real” magic while visiting the community.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The day was a great change from the hardships of the previous week. The dragonne, the halflings of Leverkan, and the angry desert elves – it seemed so far away now.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Soon twilight had come and gone. We watched a phanaton ritual under the moonlight by the lake, which they call Thers. (I'm not sure what Thers is supposed to mean.) It looked similar to a dance that I'd seen satyrs and fawns perform during the Fall Equinox festival in Woodknot. Now I'm positive they are some sort of relation to the fey of the Great Forest...</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>...The next morning was confusing. The phanatons had come for us before dawn. Their warriors escorted us by spear point to the chieftain. He was a little less than polite. He stated matter-of-factly that we were no longer welcome in the forest. (Roughly translated as Mere. I've decided to call it the Merewood until I learn whether or not it has a real name.) All of them seemed in agreement except the younger ones. Little Pakwa looked completely lost and very sad. Either “for while” doesn't mean very long in their language or the chieftain had been angrier than I thought.</em></p><p></p><p>“Take them to edge of trees.” He was scowling right at me. Yes, he was definitely flexing his power over his people.</p><p></p><p>“Oh, oh.” Dvalin was scowling.</p><p></p><p>“It's not that bad. It was fun while it lasted.” Bactra didn't see what the big deal was other than not being able to learn more about them. Yes, that was disappointing.</p><p></p><p>“Uh Bactra, remember the desert elves?” Mesik was making sure he had all his gear.</p><p></p><p>“Oh damn.” The elven wizard had totally forgot about them.</p><p></p><p>“This is not good.” Dabuk was fingering his short sword.</p><p></p><p>“No kidding.” Jeddar looked like he was ready to smack the chieftain.</p><p></p><p>From the Journal of Bactra Redwind, son of Minonus</p><p></p><p><em><strong>Addendum to last entry:</strong></em></p><p><em>…The phanaton warriors lead us out of the community their spears poking us in tender places if we even looked like we were going to dawdle. I tried to reason with them. That the chieftain was making us leave because he was jealous of our magic. (No sense making the others mad at me personally.)…</em></p><p></p><p>“No talk! Move now!”</p><p></p><p>They didn't believe a word. The warriors took them all the way to the edge of the Merewood near the other side of the large lake. Then they ordered the group out into the savanna beyond.</p><p></p><p>“Go! Leave!”</p><p></p><p>“Can't we talk about this?” Bactra’s answer was a barrage of spears coming at them. The phanatons had come well prepared and were readying to throw another barrage of spears.</p><p></p><p>“Leave! Please...” The warriors didn't look as angry as the chieftain.</p><p></p><p>“I don't think they have a choice in the matter, cousin.” Dabuk walked out into the savanna.</p><p></p><p>“Well that settles it.” Dvalin trots out after Dabuk. “After all, we can't hide in here forever.”</p><p></p><p>The rest of the party grudgingly followed their friends out into the harsh heat of the savanna. They had gone no more than 100 feet when the desert elves ambushed them, rising out of the high grass.</p><p></p><p>* * *</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Knightfall, post: 290171, member: 2012"] [b]Journey South (cont.)[/b] [I][B]From the Journal of Bactra Redwind, son of Minonus[/B][/I] [I][B]Deep into the Merewood:[/B] The fey creatures had refused to remove the gags from our mouths the entire way to their treetop community. They had allowed everyone but Dvalin to walk. Him they kept bound, dragging him along on a makeshift wooden cart without wheels. Dvalin had not been happy to say the least. Pakwa bounced up and down the entire time. He kept asking questions over an over again not caring that I had been gagged. Soon I had figured out enough of their language to find out what they had planned for us. Their chieftain would administer a test that would prove whether or not we were evil spirits. This seemed logical at first. Then I realized that this test would likely be magical in nature. If it was a simple detect magic spell then I would be dead in the forest, so to speak. If it was the more advanced detect undead spell then they might let us go. Yes, it could go either way... Fortunately, these phanatons, as they call themselves, were a little more primitive than that. Their chieftain was also their shaman, or more precisely, their “false” shaman. I have more magic in one fingernail then he has in his entire body. We tried not to look menacing or amused as the phanaton chieftain danced around us waving his “staff” in the air chortling and gurgling to him self. In the end it was declared that we were not evil spirits. Although we had to restrain Dvalin after they cut the irate dwarf loose. The chieftain proclaimed that we would remain as honored guests “For while.” We weren't sure how to take that. The phanatons seemed very interested in learning about Jeddar, Dabuk, and me, in particular. We told them of the Great Forest in the north and our homes there. Dabuk didn't share anything personal about his life in the city. He thought it better to make them think he was as wild as they were. Not that he was trying to be rude. He just wanted them to accept him more for his knowledge of the forest. The chieftain was taken aback by my obvious magical abilities. I had been entertaining the little ones with some minor cantrips when he spotted me casting spells. He looked more scared then angry, but I decided against using anymore “real” magic while visiting the community. The day was a great change from the hardships of the previous week. The dragonne, the halflings of Leverkan, and the angry desert elves – it seemed so far away now. Soon twilight had come and gone. We watched a phanaton ritual under the moonlight by the lake, which they call Thers. (I'm not sure what Thers is supposed to mean.) It looked similar to a dance that I'd seen satyrs and fawns perform during the Fall Equinox festival in Woodknot. Now I'm positive they are some sort of relation to the fey of the Great Forest... ...The next morning was confusing. The phanatons had come for us before dawn. Their warriors escorted us by spear point to the chieftain. He was a little less than polite. He stated matter-of-factly that we were no longer welcome in the forest. (Roughly translated as Mere. I've decided to call it the Merewood until I learn whether or not it has a real name.) All of them seemed in agreement except the younger ones. Little Pakwa looked completely lost and very sad. Either “for while” doesn't mean very long in their language or the chieftain had been angrier than I thought.[/I] “Take them to edge of trees.” He was scowling right at me. Yes, he was definitely flexing his power over his people. “Oh, oh.” Dvalin was scowling. “It's not that bad. It was fun while it lasted.” Bactra didn't see what the big deal was other than not being able to learn more about them. Yes, that was disappointing. “Uh Bactra, remember the desert elves?” Mesik was making sure he had all his gear. “Oh damn.” The elven wizard had totally forgot about them. “This is not good.” Dabuk was fingering his short sword. “No kidding.” Jeddar looked like he was ready to smack the chieftain. From the Journal of Bactra Redwind, son of Minonus [I][B]Addendum to last entry:[/B] …The phanaton warriors lead us out of the community their spears poking us in tender places if we even looked like we were going to dawdle. I tried to reason with them. That the chieftain was making us leave because he was jealous of our magic. (No sense making the others mad at me personally.)…[/I] “No talk! Move now!” They didn't believe a word. The warriors took them all the way to the edge of the Merewood near the other side of the large lake. Then they ordered the group out into the savanna beyond. “Go! Leave!” “Can't we talk about this?” Bactra’s answer was a barrage of spears coming at them. The phanatons had come well prepared and were readying to throw another barrage of spears. “Leave! Please...” The warriors didn't look as angry as the chieftain. “I don't think they have a choice in the matter, cousin.” Dabuk walked out into the savanna. “Well that settles it.” Dvalin trots out after Dabuk. “After all, we can't hide in here forever.” The rest of the party grudgingly followed their friends out into the harsh heat of the savanna. They had gone no more than 100 feet when the desert elves ambushed them, rising out of the high grass. * * * [/QUOTE]
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