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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 6887917" data-attributes="member: 9255"><p>THE MORGRAVE ADVENTURES</p><p>“06 EMERALD FOREST”</p><p>SEGMENT 60</p><p>“STORIES”</p><p>04/10/16</p><p></p><p>ZARANTYR 4, 1001 AN OLD WOMAN’S CABIN IN THE ELDEEN REACHES</p><p></p><p>“A very very long time ago a young woman was born. She was born to a family that did not appreciate her. They made her into a slave. It made her very sad, so so so very sad.” The old woman begins as she has sampled the stew with a shaking hand.</p><p></p><p>“As she grew older, she discovered that she was indeed special. Her family feared her. This why the made her a slave. Determined to no longer be a slave to her own family, she stole out in the middle of the day and traveled north.”</p><p></p><p>Everyone listens to her tale carefully and with respect.</p><p></p><p>“She learned to live off the land. She had talents with the land. Not like a druid but she understood things about the land better than most. She took to love a valley much like this one we now have shelter in. She built a home and raised animals.”</p><p></p><p>She better not be a hag thinks Diana again.</p><p></p><p>“She never found a mate but her love for the land was enough. She protected the valley from harmful creatures as much as she could and offered aid to those that respected the land. It is said she still yet lives, sheltering people and defending the valley from harm.”</p><p></p><p>Not much of a tale thinks Diana and Taylor. Kar-Draith thinks even less of it. All three remain respectful however.</p><p></p><p>“My tale is not so nice I fear.” Offers Taylor. “I came from Fairhaven with friends. I had traveled little in my old age. I spent most of my time reading about history.”</p><p></p><p>And romance novels Diana thinks with a smile. Dirty old man.</p><p></p><p>“They convinced me that my knowledge of history was important to their quest and they convinced me to travel with them.”</p><p></p><p>“What was their quest ?” asks Diana suddenly realizing she didn’t know for sure.</p><p></p><p>“They sought items of wealth and magic.”</p><p></p><p>“Most explorers and adventurers do dear.” Says the old woman with a flirty smirk. Any warmth from her flirt is ruined as she slurps her stew loudly and breathes through her nose just as loudly.</p><p></p><p>“Yes. Yes I believe so.” Taylor says with a sad look on his face. “We traveled for weeks…. Maybe even months exploring old ruins we found. We found little but creatures that chased us off or we in turn chased off. We were not the best of would-be conquerors I see looking back at it now.”</p><p></p><p>“We came afoul with some nasty humanoid creatures our ranger knew as Hill Howlers. These creatures destroyed us. They attacked at night in patterns that we could not defend from. I….. ran away and fell into a hiding area and stayed there for a night and part of a day.”</p><p></p><p>“Terrible. Just terrible….” Says the old woman while placing her wrinkled hand on his knee. He nearly drops his empty bowl. “How did you ever survive? I have heard of these Howlers. They are a vicious cousin of the Sasquatch. Very dangerous.”</p><p></p><p>“Ah… yes. Well I finally decided that if I remained hidden so close to the point of ambush, they would find me. So I got out and hurried down the trail. In time I came to another group of adventurers that barely survived an attack from the Hill Howlers. Diana, Gears, Kar-Draith and the warforged outside- Charger.”</p><p></p><p>“Excellent story. Tales of survival are important. They teach that there is always hope and a way. Thank you for sharing it with this old woman.” She gives his knee a gentle squeeze. Diana smiles at the sorcerer’s discomfort.</p><p></p><p>“I can give you a story now.” Adds Diana.</p><p></p><p> “I once traveled in Karrnath. I found myself in a place called the Night Wood. It was a dark and eerie forest that chattered and seemed to move at all times but not when you looked directly at it. I had heard it was haunted. I had also heard it held the remains of an underground Xoriat Manifest Zone.”</p><p></p><p>Taylor listens carefully. He knows something about the creatures that live in the Night Wood. They are dangerous and best left alone. Perhaps this is a tale about how she lost her arm.</p><p></p><p>“I had seen creatures that seemed more like they were a part of something than being whole by themselves. In avoiding one of these creatures I happened onto a cave. Lost and wishing for shelter and security I entered the cave quickly. Here I met a strange humanoid. It has no eyes but seemed to see well enough. It had two long tentacles that grew from its back. Hundreds of smaller tentacles grew on its head like hair and also had stray wiggling strands of flesh on its torso and forearms. “</p><p></p><p>The old woman listens carefully, hanging on every word. Taylor is hoping this is not a complete lie. After all, no sane person would encounter a Dolgaunt and not either flee or attack it in defense.</p><p></p><p>“It didn’t seem scared of me. It was more curious than anything else. It waved for me to stop and be quiet. It never moved closer to me or made a threatening move. It sat down and asked me to do the same. Only it asked me through my mind.” She says now looking at her spoon in her hand.</p><p></p><p>“We spoke for a day about our lives, cultures, fears and aspirations. For a creature thought to be insanely crazy and depraved, it was quite peaceful and polite. I left the next day wondering what else it had experienced in its life on Eberron…. In the Night Wood.”</p><p></p><p>“The following year I returned to the Night Wood and found the cave. It was there and pleased I had returned. We spoke of our adventures in the past year. The following year I went once more. I looked forward to seeing him. However, somehow the cave was no longer there. I searched for hours. Nothing. I remained in the area for a day hoping to find him or he find me. No such luck.” She sighs and gives a forlorn look at her lap. </p><p></p><p>“I have not returned there since. I really should try to find him again.”</p><p></p><p>I think not muses the sorcerer. Or at least not with the damned book on you.</p><p></p><p>The three of them then look to the lizardfolk. “What tale can you offer?” the old woman asks.</p><p></p><p>Kar-Draith is uncomfortable. This whole encounter feels equally wrong and exciting…. On a primal level.</p><p></p><p>“I have no tale to tell.”</p><p></p><p>“Com’on….. you must have something you can share for the shelter she has given you.” Suggests Diana with a bit of a “Do it” urgency in her voice.</p><p></p><p>“Perhaps this then….. “ The lizardfolk begins.</p><p></p><p>“It was over a year ago. I arrived in Sharn. A wild unnatural twisting canyon ways of man-made towers and bridges. I was innocently watching some philosopher speak of his ideals when the law of the land intruded and attacked me. They imprisoned me along with dozens of others.” He looks at the others. They are all listening in, even Gears whom lies before the crackling fire.</p><p></p><p>“In their petty cells I met a dirty and grumpy dwarf named Ronin and an equally child-like half-giant named Hardfist. The half-breed seemed to take to me and followed me everywhere. The no good dwarf in turn followed him. To settle this, I stopped and spoke to the two of them. I decided it was better to walk beside them than before them where I would need to always watch my back. The big one had a strange ability to find trouble readily.”</p><p></p><p>“They sought employment and since their skills were limited, I went along with them. Perhaps they would hire them through me. Here we met Zilshire. PROFESSOR Zilshire.”</p><p></p><p>Taylor looks up quickly and listens carefully having heard the name Zilshire.</p><p></p><p>“This professor at Morgrave University was a crazy and unstable man. Almost as annoying as his secretary. She is the ditisiest woman I have ever ‘like’ known.” He attempts to mock and pantomime her. Taylor smiles brightly despite himself. Diana smirks also. Anita has an unique charm.</p><p></p><p>“We were hired by the Professor to pick up a book for him. Easy enough. It was in a floating tower over Aundair. To reach the tower we rode magical winged beasts. I had no problems. The dwarf embarrassed his entire race crying and carrying on about falling….. which he did to dismount. The creature that took Hardfist no doubt needed a healer afterwards.”</p><p></p><p>“We gathered the book. It was a creepy creature that may have been a lich. He certainly acted and smelled like one.” Taylor again smirks to himself. He is certain Saas would burn the lizardfolk in acid for this description.</p><p></p><p>“We came to Eldeen once before for the Professor. We were searching for a man thought to know where a certain powerful evil arcane history book was.” And he looks at Taylor and taps his taloned finger on his pack where the book is.</p><p></p><p>“Our two trap finders went ahead of me. It cost the dirty dwarf his life. He was hung by a tree guardian at the entrance of the ruins we sought.”</p><p></p><p>Looking to Diana, “Then we met this artificer and the rest is another story for another day.”</p><p></p><p>“Excellent tale” says the old woman. “It is late I should sleep. There are more blankets, furs and bedding in the cabin. Feel free to use them.” She staggers and struggles to reach her sleeping area. She smiles as she looks outside and sees the wood pile being covered by snow.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="megamania, post: 6887917, member: 9255"] THE MORGRAVE ADVENTURES “06 EMERALD FOREST” SEGMENT 60 “STORIES” 04/10/16 ZARANTYR 4, 1001 AN OLD WOMAN’S CABIN IN THE ELDEEN REACHES “A very very long time ago a young woman was born. She was born to a family that did not appreciate her. They made her into a slave. It made her very sad, so so so very sad.” The old woman begins as she has sampled the stew with a shaking hand. “As she grew older, she discovered that she was indeed special. Her family feared her. This why the made her a slave. Determined to no longer be a slave to her own family, she stole out in the middle of the day and traveled north.” Everyone listens to her tale carefully and with respect. “She learned to live off the land. She had talents with the land. Not like a druid but she understood things about the land better than most. She took to love a valley much like this one we now have shelter in. She built a home and raised animals.” She better not be a hag thinks Diana again. “She never found a mate but her love for the land was enough. She protected the valley from harmful creatures as much as she could and offered aid to those that respected the land. It is said she still yet lives, sheltering people and defending the valley from harm.” Not much of a tale thinks Diana and Taylor. Kar-Draith thinks even less of it. All three remain respectful however. “My tale is not so nice I fear.” Offers Taylor. “I came from Fairhaven with friends. I had traveled little in my old age. I spent most of my time reading about history.” And romance novels Diana thinks with a smile. Dirty old man. “They convinced me that my knowledge of history was important to their quest and they convinced me to travel with them.” “What was their quest ?” asks Diana suddenly realizing she didn’t know for sure. “They sought items of wealth and magic.” “Most explorers and adventurers do dear.” Says the old woman with a flirty smirk. Any warmth from her flirt is ruined as she slurps her stew loudly and breathes through her nose just as loudly. “Yes. Yes I believe so.” Taylor says with a sad look on his face. “We traveled for weeks…. Maybe even months exploring old ruins we found. We found little but creatures that chased us off or we in turn chased off. We were not the best of would-be conquerors I see looking back at it now.” “We came afoul with some nasty humanoid creatures our ranger knew as Hill Howlers. These creatures destroyed us. They attacked at night in patterns that we could not defend from. I….. ran away and fell into a hiding area and stayed there for a night and part of a day.” “Terrible. Just terrible….” Says the old woman while placing her wrinkled hand on his knee. He nearly drops his empty bowl. “How did you ever survive? I have heard of these Howlers. They are a vicious cousin of the Sasquatch. Very dangerous.” “Ah… yes. Well I finally decided that if I remained hidden so close to the point of ambush, they would find me. So I got out and hurried down the trail. In time I came to another group of adventurers that barely survived an attack from the Hill Howlers. Diana, Gears, Kar-Draith and the warforged outside- Charger.” “Excellent story. Tales of survival are important. They teach that there is always hope and a way. Thank you for sharing it with this old woman.” She gives his knee a gentle squeeze. Diana smiles at the sorcerer’s discomfort. “I can give you a story now.” Adds Diana. “I once traveled in Karrnath. I found myself in a place called the Night Wood. It was a dark and eerie forest that chattered and seemed to move at all times but not when you looked directly at it. I had heard it was haunted. I had also heard it held the remains of an underground Xoriat Manifest Zone.” Taylor listens carefully. He knows something about the creatures that live in the Night Wood. They are dangerous and best left alone. Perhaps this is a tale about how she lost her arm. “I had seen creatures that seemed more like they were a part of something than being whole by themselves. In avoiding one of these creatures I happened onto a cave. Lost and wishing for shelter and security I entered the cave quickly. Here I met a strange humanoid. It has no eyes but seemed to see well enough. It had two long tentacles that grew from its back. Hundreds of smaller tentacles grew on its head like hair and also had stray wiggling strands of flesh on its torso and forearms. “ The old woman listens carefully, hanging on every word. Taylor is hoping this is not a complete lie. After all, no sane person would encounter a Dolgaunt and not either flee or attack it in defense. “It didn’t seem scared of me. It was more curious than anything else. It waved for me to stop and be quiet. It never moved closer to me or made a threatening move. It sat down and asked me to do the same. Only it asked me through my mind.” She says now looking at her spoon in her hand. “We spoke for a day about our lives, cultures, fears and aspirations. For a creature thought to be insanely crazy and depraved, it was quite peaceful and polite. I left the next day wondering what else it had experienced in its life on Eberron…. In the Night Wood.” “The following year I returned to the Night Wood and found the cave. It was there and pleased I had returned. We spoke of our adventures in the past year. The following year I went once more. I looked forward to seeing him. However, somehow the cave was no longer there. I searched for hours. Nothing. I remained in the area for a day hoping to find him or he find me. No such luck.” She sighs and gives a forlorn look at her lap. “I have not returned there since. I really should try to find him again.” I think not muses the sorcerer. Or at least not with the damned book on you. The three of them then look to the lizardfolk. “What tale can you offer?” the old woman asks. Kar-Draith is uncomfortable. This whole encounter feels equally wrong and exciting…. On a primal level. “I have no tale to tell.” “Com’on….. you must have something you can share for the shelter she has given you.” Suggests Diana with a bit of a “Do it” urgency in her voice. “Perhaps this then….. “ The lizardfolk begins. “It was over a year ago. I arrived in Sharn. A wild unnatural twisting canyon ways of man-made towers and bridges. I was innocently watching some philosopher speak of his ideals when the law of the land intruded and attacked me. They imprisoned me along with dozens of others.” He looks at the others. They are all listening in, even Gears whom lies before the crackling fire. “In their petty cells I met a dirty and grumpy dwarf named Ronin and an equally child-like half-giant named Hardfist. The half-breed seemed to take to me and followed me everywhere. The no good dwarf in turn followed him. To settle this, I stopped and spoke to the two of them. I decided it was better to walk beside them than before them where I would need to always watch my back. The big one had a strange ability to find trouble readily.” “They sought employment and since their skills were limited, I went along with them. Perhaps they would hire them through me. Here we met Zilshire. PROFESSOR Zilshire.” Taylor looks up quickly and listens carefully having heard the name Zilshire. “This professor at Morgrave University was a crazy and unstable man. Almost as annoying as his secretary. She is the ditisiest woman I have ever ‘like’ known.” He attempts to mock and pantomime her. Taylor smiles brightly despite himself. Diana smirks also. Anita has an unique charm. “We were hired by the Professor to pick up a book for him. Easy enough. It was in a floating tower over Aundair. To reach the tower we rode magical winged beasts. I had no problems. The dwarf embarrassed his entire race crying and carrying on about falling….. which he did to dismount. The creature that took Hardfist no doubt needed a healer afterwards.” “We gathered the book. It was a creepy creature that may have been a lich. He certainly acted and smelled like one.” Taylor again smirks to himself. He is certain Saas would burn the lizardfolk in acid for this description. “We came to Eldeen once before for the Professor. We were searching for a man thought to know where a certain powerful evil arcane history book was.” And he looks at Taylor and taps his taloned finger on his pack where the book is. “Our two trap finders went ahead of me. It cost the dirty dwarf his life. He was hung by a tree guardian at the entrance of the ruins we sought.” Looking to Diana, “Then we met this artificer and the rest is another story for another day.” “Excellent tale” says the old woman. “It is late I should sleep. There are more blankets, furs and bedding in the cabin. Feel free to use them.” She staggers and struggles to reach her sleeping area. She smiles as she looks outside and sees the wood pile being covered by snow. [/QUOTE]
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