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<blockquote data-quote="steeldragons" data-source="post: 5741411" data-attributes="member: 92511"><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The rest of the day went by quietly for most of the company.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Alaria, with the aid of Stenthil and his apprentice Devrim, went about identifying the magical items they’d brought back from Shafton.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Erevan came and spent part of the day helping them and then did a bit of transcribing before going down into the open area of the keep to replenish his quiver. The demands of the troops made the fletcher apologetically tell the elf he would not be able to fill his order for at least another day. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Erevan took the opportunity to offer his own services as a bowyer/fletcher. With the elf’s aid, not only did he replenish Erevan’s quiver, but was able to finish off two others and complete three partially begun longbows before the dinner bell.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The fletcher, a man by the name of Jurek, was very grateful to the Miralostae and promised him a quiver-full “on the house” once the current situation had abated. Erevan was grateful for the offer.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Duor took Coerraine to the smith. The paladin’s armor needed repair after his run in with the ghouls beneath the Dunrician shrine. “Cain’t have my personal Goldshield lookin’ shabby in the Dragonmage’s court, now can I?” the dwarf said in good humor.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">"I suppose not." admitted Coerraine. "Though I was more concerned with, you know, protecting you effectively." the Redstar amended with some irritation.</span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Haelan trailed along with the dwarf and Redstar. He also wanted some work done on his armor, but also wanted to check on something he’d set the smith to before they’d left for Shafton. “It’s a surprise.” Haelan said with his signature broad smile.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The smith regretted not having the “surprise” done for the Hilltender, but promised it the following morning.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Haelan agreed that was acceptable. “But I must have it tomorrow morn.” He added.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“To be sure, little master. By Dunric’s own forge, I promise.” The smith smiled in return and set to looking at the Redstar’s armor.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Coerraine wanted to give a report to his surperiors, as was customary within the order. He was mildly disappointed to find the Lightlance and all of the other Redstars had been dispatched to the battle in Miralosta (other than the cleric and paladin sent to Shafton).</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The blond Redstar Knight decided to spend the remainder of the day in solitary meditation. The troubling business with the Hargak still weighed upon the Goldshield’s heart and he sought a penance, if his Lord and God deemed it so.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Fen went and secured the company a wagon and mounts for their journey to the Vale…which assumed would be their next move. With Haelan’s permission, the carrot-topped half-elf took the giant ferret, Buttercreamshadowfeet, with him.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The ferret seemed more than happy to follow the druid. Sniffing her way along wherever they went. At one point, Fen had to chastise the creature for sticking her nose into a bushel of apples at the keep’s fruit vendor. The farmer was more scared of the creature than angry. Fen threw the farmer a couple of silver pieces “for any inconvenience.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">About midday, the druid’s attention was caught by a particularly blue jaybird. He followed the creature outside of the keep’s walls some distance into a copse of trees, almost completely devoid of their autumn leaves. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Buttercream excused herself to sniff and crunch along through the undergrowth.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">When they were adequately concealed from any possible onlookers the jay transformed into the lithe form of Sister Sage. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><translated from the Druidic tongue></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“Greetings, Sister Sage. What can I do for the Mouth of Moonglade this day?” Fen opened, sure to keep his eyes on the ground before his superior.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“Greetings, Brother Fen. The Lord of Ash sends his regards and his compliments at disposing of the undead threat in Shafton.” Sage returned with all ceremony.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“The destruction of abomination is tantamount to the Balance. I did no differently than any of our Brothers or Sisters would have done.” Fen replied, though inwardly enjoyed the praise.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“You did indeed. However, that was not your purpose...Or have you forgotten?” Sage said somewhat more sternly.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“I am sorry, sister. Events more pressing came to light. The companions with which I travel have their own agendas and, it seems, attending to Bulgruch is not one of them for the immediate time being.” The younger druid attempted to explain.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“Events shall <em>always</em> arise in the realms of Men, Fen. The concerns of Men are not <em>Ours.”</em> Sage responded.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Fen was unable to tell if this was a chastisement or a simple statement of fact.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“It matters not. You have failed in that task. The Bulgruch has penetrated Miralosta. Though it is still somewhat distant from its purpose.” Sage admitted.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“If I may, Sister, what is the Bulgruch? What is its purpose? At our last meeting, you said Moonglade was close to comprehending.” Fen dared to question.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“Correct.” Sage replied. “The creature calling itself Bulgruch is a demon…or a demonically mixed being.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“A demon! I am afraid, sister, that I am not high enough up the Tree to deal with such an affront to the Balance!” Fen said in some panic. Fen’s eyes rose in surprise. He quickly lowered his eyes again and readied himself for another disciplining at the breach of protocol.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“It is alright, Fen. You may gaze upon me. It has been determined that your purpose must be allowed to…some sway…as the Willow.” Sage said with more reassurance than Fen expected.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The half-elf slowly looked up to the woman, sheathed as he was, in the sacred cloak of the order. The crescent-moon-set-within-a-sun symbol of the Ancient Order of Mistwood clasped her cloak. Her leaf-tip spear bore a different shape, but still leaf-like, than Fen’s own. The woman’s large round eyes, a deep chestnut brown to rival any doe’s, seemed to look through her pupil.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“I thank you for the honor, Sister. What does<em> it</em> want in Miralosta?”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“It seeks the destruction of all of the elves it can, of course. But more specifically, the Lord of Ash has deemed me worthy to tell that he suspects the ultimate goal is the Eye of Arinane.” Sage reported.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“The Captain of Bridgetower and my companions had feared as much.” Fen replied. “But…Sister, are the concerns of Elves any more important to us than the concerns of Men?” Fen questioned, sincerely perplexed.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“It is not the elves that concern us. Nor their artifact. But what might be done once the jewel is in the hands of evil.” Sage began. “For the elves, the Eye is a powerful magical source, yes. But more importantly, it is an…anchor…a root of their heritage. An artifact of their very being. In their hands, it stands as a symbol of their magic and their kind. It is…innocuous to the Balance.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Fen nodded his understanding.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“To the Bulgruch and the forces of evil behind it, it could be put to terrible purpose. It is feared, not just by the Lord of Ash, but the whole of the Grove itself, that it could cause the toppling of the Balance for unknown ages…perhaps forever.” Sage said. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Fen was amazed at the calm with which Sage relayed such dire sounding prophecy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“Does it have something to do with the raising of Sharzaak?” Fen pried further.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Sage looked at the rustling underbrush, nonplussed. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Buttercream emerged. Her head covered in dirt and dead leaves. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The druidess smiled broadly at the simplistic joy with which the animal chewed on whatever prey it had found. “She will be an aid to your cause, Fen. Treat her well and she will do the same.” </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">“Of course.” Fen answered. He took couldn’t help but smile at the ferret. “But what about…” the druid started as he returned his attention to Sage.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">The Mouth of Moonglade as nowhere to be seen. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span> <span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Fen again grinned at himself and “chitted” at the ferret as he patted his thigh and turned to return to the keep. Buttercream followed unquestioning. Fen's mind replayed all that Sage had said…and what it meant for his future and that of his companions.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">"Well," said the druid aloud to his long furry companion, "at least I'm a willow."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="steeldragons, post: 5741411, member: 92511"] [FONT=Verdana]The rest of the day went by quietly for most of the company. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Alaria, with the aid of Stenthil and his apprentice Devrim, went about identifying the magical items they’d brought back from Shafton. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Erevan came and spent part of the day helping them and then did a bit of transcribing before going down into the open area of the keep to replenish his quiver. The demands of the troops made the fletcher apologetically tell the elf he would not be able to fill his order for at least another day. Erevan took the opportunity to offer his own services as a bowyer/fletcher. With the elf’s aid, not only did he replenish Erevan’s quiver, but was able to finish off two others and complete three partially begun longbows before the dinner bell. The fletcher, a man by the name of Jurek, was very grateful to the Miralostae and promised him a quiver-full “on the house” once the current situation had abated. Erevan was grateful for the offer. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Duor took Coerraine to the smith. The paladin’s armor needed repair after his run in with the ghouls beneath the Dunrician shrine. “Cain’t have my personal Goldshield lookin’ shabby in the Dragonmage’s court, now can I?” the dwarf said in good humor. "I suppose not." admitted Coerraine. "Though I was more concerned with, you know, protecting you effectively." the Redstar amended with some irritation. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Haelan trailed along with the dwarf and Redstar. He also wanted some work done on his armor, but also wanted to check on something he’d set the smith to before they’d left for Shafton. “It’s a surprise.” Haelan said with his signature broad smile. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]The smith regretted not having the “surprise” done for the Hilltender, but promised it the following morning. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Haelan agreed that was acceptable. “But I must have it tomorrow morn.” He added. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“To be sure, little master. By Dunric’s own forge, I promise.” The smith smiled in return and set to looking at the Redstar’s armor. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Coerraine wanted to give a report to his surperiors, as was customary within the order. He was mildly disappointed to find the Lightlance and all of the other Redstars had been dispatched to the battle in Miralosta (other than the cleric and paladin sent to Shafton). [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]The blond Redstar Knight decided to spend the remainder of the day in solitary meditation. The troubling business with the Hargak still weighed upon the Goldshield’s heart and he sought a penance, if his Lord and God deemed it so. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Fen went and secured the company a wagon and mounts for their journey to the Vale…which assumed would be their next move. With Haelan’s permission, the carrot-topped half-elf took the giant ferret, Buttercreamshadowfeet, with him. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]The ferret seemed more than happy to follow the druid. Sniffing her way along wherever they went. At one point, Fen had to chastise the creature for sticking her nose into a bushel of apples at the keep’s fruit vendor. The farmer was more scared of the creature than angry. Fen threw the farmer a couple of silver pieces “for any inconvenience.” [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]About midday, the druid’s attention was caught by a particularly blue jaybird. He followed the creature outside of the keep’s walls some distance into a copse of trees, almost completely devoid of their autumn leaves. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Buttercream excused herself to sniff and crunch along through the undergrowth. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]When they were adequately concealed from any possible onlookers the jay transformed into the lithe form of Sister Sage. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]<translated from the Druidic tongue> [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“Greetings, Sister Sage. What can I do for the Mouth of Moonglade this day?” Fen opened, sure to keep his eyes on the ground before his superior. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“Greetings, Brother Fen. The Lord of Ash sends his regards and his compliments at disposing of the undead threat in Shafton.” Sage returned with all ceremony. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“The destruction of abomination is tantamount to the Balance. I did no differently than any of our Brothers or Sisters would have done.” Fen replied, though inwardly enjoyed the praise. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“You did indeed. However, that was not your purpose...Or have you forgotten?” Sage said somewhat more sternly. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“I am sorry, sister. Events more pressing came to light. The companions with which I travel have their own agendas and, it seems, attending to Bulgruch is not one of them for the immediate time being.” The younger druid attempted to explain. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“Events shall [I]always[/I] arise in the realms of Men, Fen. The concerns of Men are not [I]Ours.”[/I] Sage responded. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Fen was unable to tell if this was a chastisement or a simple statement of fact. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“It matters not. You have failed in that task. The Bulgruch has penetrated Miralosta. Though it is still somewhat distant from its purpose.” Sage admitted. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“If I may, Sister, what is the Bulgruch? What is its purpose? At our last meeting, you said Moonglade was close to comprehending.” Fen dared to question. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“Correct.” Sage replied. “The creature calling itself Bulgruch is a demon…or a demonically mixed being.” [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“A demon! I am afraid, sister, that I am not high enough up the Tree to deal with such an affront to the Balance!” Fen said in some panic. Fen’s eyes rose in surprise. He quickly lowered his eyes again and readied himself for another disciplining at the breach of protocol. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“It is alright, Fen. You may gaze upon me. It has been determined that your purpose must be allowed to…some sway…as the Willow.” Sage said with more reassurance than Fen expected. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]The half-elf slowly looked up to the woman, sheathed as he was, in the sacred cloak of the order. The crescent-moon-set-within-a-sun symbol of the Ancient Order of Mistwood clasped her cloak. Her leaf-tip spear bore a different shape, but still leaf-like, than Fen’s own. The woman’s large round eyes, a deep chestnut brown to rival any doe’s, seemed to look through her pupil. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“I thank you for the honor, Sister. What does[I] it[/I] want in Miralosta?” [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“It seeks the destruction of all of the elves it can, of course. But more specifically, the Lord of Ash has deemed me worthy to tell that he suspects the ultimate goal is the Eye of Arinane.” Sage reported. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“The Captain of Bridgetower and my companions had feared as much.” Fen replied. “But…Sister, are the concerns of Elves any more important to us than the concerns of Men?” Fen questioned, sincerely perplexed. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“It is not the elves that concern us. Nor their artifact. But what might be done once the jewel is in the hands of evil.” Sage began. “For the elves, the Eye is a powerful magical source, yes. But more importantly, it is an…anchor…a root of their heritage. An artifact of their very being. In their hands, it stands as a symbol of their magic and their kind. It is…innocuous to the Balance.” [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Fen nodded his understanding. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“To the Bulgruch and the forces of evil behind it, it could be put to terrible purpose. It is feared, not just by the Lord of Ash, but the whole of the Grove itself, that it could cause the toppling of the Balance for unknown ages…perhaps forever.” Sage said. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Fen was amazed at the calm with which Sage relayed such dire sounding prophecy. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“Does it have something to do with the raising of Sharzaak?” Fen pried further. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Sage looked at the rustling underbrush, nonplussed. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Buttercream emerged. Her head covered in dirt and dead leaves. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]The druidess smiled broadly at the simplistic joy with which the animal chewed on whatever prey it had found. “She will be an aid to your cause, Fen. Treat her well and she will do the same.” [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]“Of course.” Fen answered. He took couldn’t help but smile at the ferret. “But what about…” the druid started as he returned his attention to Sage. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]The Mouth of Moonglade as nowhere to be seen. [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana]Fen again grinned at himself and “chitted” at the ferret as he patted his thigh and turned to return to the keep. Buttercream followed unquestioning. Fen's mind replayed all that Sage had said…and what it meant for his future and that of his companions. "Well," said the druid aloud to his long furry companion, "at least I'm a willow." [/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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