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<blockquote data-quote="steeldragons" data-source="post: 5803220" data-attributes="member: 92511"><p><strong>The Feldmere: Part IV</strong></p><p></p><p>"I don't know how much longer we can keep this up, Braddok." Alaria said as she slumped down upon a fallen log on the third of the narrow and long mounds they had encountered in the passed two days.</p><p></p><p>The other party members, similarly, flopped to the ground.</p><p></p><p>Two more days and nights had passed since the "attack of stirges."</p><p></p><p>They had fended off another encounter with a larger group of lizardmen with a single "entanglement" incantation and Fen shaking his spear in their direction shouting "ooga-booga!" The reptilian warband had gone fleeing wildly at that.</p><p></p><p>They had had to alter direction three times to maintain their trail on some "walkable" ground, winding around rivulets, large ponds of muck and noticeable pits of sinking mud. </p><p></p><p>Festus was sure they were still heading, more or less, in the right direction.</p><p></p><p>The increasingly colder nights had taunted them a "will o' wisp" (according to Fen and Festus), a roving troll who was not stupid enough to take on so large a group of armed warriors...and his return with three friends in the early morning hours.</p><p></p><p>Erevan and Festus had gone hunting more than once and were able to return with no more than a small collection of swamp rats. </p><p> </p><p>Alaria was sore and tired and cold and they seemed no closer to this alleged massive ancient fortress than they were over a week ago.</p><p></p><p>Haelan, similarly, had begun arguing for their retrurn to Daenfrii "...or Hawkview...or anywhere else besides this accursed place." the morning after the stirge attack.</p><p> </p><p>Festus again took out the map and consulted it with Braddok.</p><p></p><p>"There!" cried the satyr, pointing out over the mists to a broad open flat area beyond the stretch of trees before them. "That must be this lake!" the satyr indicated something on the map.</p><p></p><p>"And just beyond that, this mound here, that is supposed to be ruins of Nor Gorthok." the satyr concluded with satisfaction.</p><p></p><p>Haelan "wished up" a warming bowl of "Hollow's chili" (a tomato-based concoction of chicken and rabbit and park thoroughly seasoned with garlic and herbs). The halfling began doling out portions to the companions with the magic pestle/spoon.</p><p></p><p>"That looks far." Haelan said. He looked out to where the satyr was indicating and put half of Duor's first ladle-full in his lap. It was almost-but-not-quite a whine.</p><p></p><p>The dwarf, in his own exhaustion and deep sniffing in the spicy meat dish didn't even notice.</p><p></p><p>"We can be to this edge of the lake by nightfall." said Braddok. The warrior also stared out where the ranger had indicated, not noticing Haelan's disappointed look.</p><p></p><p>"Very well." Alaria began, taking on the commanding tone she had not emplyed since they'd begun this trek. "If, in two days time, we have not come upon the ruins, we turn back and make all haste for Daenfrii for the winter."</p><p></p><p>"I second!" Haelan said enthusiastically.</p><p></p><p>Coerraine looked to Duor as the dwarf stuff his bearded face with a large spoonful of the chili.</p><p></p><p>"Make it three days and yeh'll get no argument from me. Dragon treasure ain't easy to come by, to be sher. Else ev'ryone'd have some!</p><p></p><p>"An' I'd hate to be in spittin' distance and walk away. But this 'Mere's a death-trap an' that's a fact!" the dwarf finished.</p><p></p><p>Coerraine nodded his, given, agreement with the dwarf's wishes.</p><p> </p><p>Erevan, who didn't seem to be paying attention to the conversation wandered along the 20 foot wide, 60 foot long top of the mound on which they found themselves. He crouched down and peer off to their south. The elf was almost sure he could see another of the mounds just breaking the low-lying fogs.</p><p></p><p>Fen came up behind the crouching elf and followed his gaze. "Yes. That appears to be another one." the druid agreed with the elf's unspoken observation. The druid turned to look behind them.</p><p></p><p>He could see the one they'd crossed that morning and then pointed out a fourth one to their north and west that they hadn't notice in the fog as they'd passed.</p><p></p><p>"There's another." Fen said simply.</p><p></p><p>"'Nother <em>wut?!</em>" Duor said with some concern as he put down his spoon in favor of the hilt of his ethereal dagger.</p><p></p><p>"Another mound." Alaria clarified. "I wonder how they came to be?" asked the magess of no one in particular. "And why just here?" she said after scanning the rest of their surroundings. "How many is that? I haven't been keeping track."</p><p></p><p>"That'd be six, counting the one with the snake." Festus said after some quick calculation.</p><p></p><p>"<em>'Six swan knights and Six swan maids'</em>...isn't that what the poem said?" Haelan quoted, off hand, as he moved on to dish out some chili for Braddok.</p><p></p><p>Erevan, who had returned to the companions' resting place raised an eyebrow at the halfling's simple memory.</p><p></p><p>"Ugh. [chew] That ain't never good." mentioned Duor. "Wut is it, point-ear?" </p><p></p><p>"Nothing...nothing..." Erevan began before pausing in apparent thought. "Unless..."</p><p></p><p>"<em>Unless</em>, Erevan?" Alaria questioned. She took another dainty bite as she waited for an answer. The chili was particularly tasty, reminiscent of the heavily spiced dishes of her homeland, and warming.</p><p></p><p>"In the ages passed...before the rise of Men...before the ShiStaliiri made their home in the southern woods...it is said the elves made their burials in sacred mounds...warded by enchantment. Though we, my people, I mean, do not carry on such practice." Erevan explained.</p><p></p><p>Duor leaped up from his seat beside Alaria. "Are yeh telling me we're sittin' on an elf-tomb!"</p><p></p><p>Haelan made the curious hand symbol he sometimes did as a "warding" gesture.</p><p></p><p>"There's no cause for alarm, friend Duor. The enchantments are only for those who would enter such places...Or so I was told as a boy by my mother...She was well-versed in the ways and histories of my father's kind." Fen expained, further.</p><p></p><p>Alaria recalled tales her studies of Selurian history, much of which was adopted in the dawning years of her own realm."The Selurians, also...If I recall correctly."</p><p></p><p>"HOT DAMN!" Duor said with a great deal of pleasure. "Wut're we waitin' fer?!"</p><p></p><p>This outburst confused his companions.</p><p></p><p>"Are yeh's allll daft or just the hairfoot?!" Duor said as way of explanation.</p><p></p><p>Seeing no response forthcoming, the dwarf continued.</p><p></p><p>"We're sitting...and have been passing by!...mounds full of ancient elf...or, even better,<em> Selurian</em> treasure!" the dwarf explained as he hastily gathered up his belongings.</p><p></p><p>"If they are so, they aren't going anywhere, Duor. Finish your lunch." Alaria said calmly, though the prospect, she had to admit, was somewhat appealing.</p><p></p><p>"If they are so," amended Coerraine, sternly, "we are not grave-robbers!" The Redstar Knight turned to Alaria with purpose, "I must protest this course of action."</p><p></p><p>"Yes! We should not mess with the dead." Haelan added nervously. The poor hairfooted priest's mind was filled with images of all-manner of ravaging undead creatures.</p><p></p><p>"'Sides, who knows what unnatural stuff we might unleash by disturbing them! Right Fen?! Right? Erevan?" the daelvar looked to his elf-folk companions in hopeful agreement.</p><p></p><p>"Maybe we should move our luncheon...ya know, outta respect." Haelan looked nervously at the cold damp swamp grass beneath his feet.</p><p></p><p>"Aw, shut up yeh! Yer belly's as yellow as yer foot-hairs." Duor argued.</p><p></p><p>"I do not think they mind us taking a peaceful meal, friend daelvar." Fen intoned with a light smile. "However, as to breaching the mounds...if they are, indeed, burial mounds, I too would argue against."</p><p></p><p>"Course <em>you</em> would, tree-hugger." Duor said with obvious disdain. He was similarly scowling at Coerraine for countermanding him.</p><p></p><p>"We shall see after we've eaten and rested a bit. Now, Festus? Braddok? Please sit. Eat." Alaria spoke up to diffuse the current debate.</p><p></p><p>The party passed the next hour in quiet and calm food and conversation.</p><p></p><p>Finally, as they gathered themselves to continue on, Alaria moved to the edge of the mound on which they stood and intoned her "<em>Arkanavis</em>" cantrip to detect mystic energies. </p><p></p><p>The purple energy surrounding her outstretched hand and she moved it, slowly around the perimeter of the mound.</p><p></p><p>To her violet-glowing eyes, the mound on which they'd just lunched did give off a dweomer. As did, at the edge of her vision the mound to the south. To the west and north, she could not see or determine. But these two, most certainly contained powerful enchantments.</p><p></p><p>This news altered some of the companions attitudes a bit and Coerraine invoked his god-given sight to see if he could make out any "evil." None was forthcoming...but, the young paladin had to admit, he didn't actually know if it could penetrate earth.</p><p></p><p>"The grass and dirt isn't evil." he said with a smile.</p><p></p><p>Then his gaze passed into the distance, in the direction of the broad open space before them that Festus presumed to be a lake. The Redstar shuddered a bit to see practically the entirety of the horizon beyond the presumed "lake" gave off a faint glow, perceived by his gold-glowing eyes, as wholely menacing.</p><p></p><p>"There, however...I do think we will find what we seek." the paladin said, staring beyond the lake.</p><p></p><p>"Well, ain't <em>that</em> just grand!" Duor said. "SO, easy pickin's elf-treasure or goin' on to the belly of the beast? Wut say yeh's?"</p><p></p><p>"I am confused, Duor...was it not<em> your </em>suggestion that we go find the dragon's treasure. The great big <em>evil </em>dragon...that we<em> knew</em> to be evil and deadly down through the ages of legend?" Haelan prodded gently. He was making jest at the dwarf's expense, yes. But he was equally concerned at the prospect that their presumed destination was giving off "evil vibes" even at their current distance.</p><p></p><p>"Whatever we do here," began Coerraine, "I can not...<em>will</em> not leave this swamp without expunging whatever evil...<em>that </em>is." </p><p></p><p>"Yeh'll do wut I tells yeh, Goldilocks. Yer bound to my protection." Duor argued to many of the company's discomfort.</p><p></p><p>"Alas, my Charge, you are correct. And seeing you out of the Feldmere, if such is your wish, is what I shall do. But once I have placed you in a secure region. I will return here and see...<em>that.</em>..wiped off the face of Orea." Coerraine countered, to everyone's surprise, without facing the dwarf. </p><p></p><p>"Of course..." added the paladin with an uncharacteristic sly grin on his face, that only Alaria and Haelan caught, "then any treasure I obtain shall be mine, alone."</p><p></p><p>"LIKE HELLS!" burst the dwarf. "I didn't say we weren't goin' there. I just said, let's see what's in these mounds <em>first!</em>" quickly amended the dwarven rogue. </p><p></p><p>"Now, boss lady Magess, how'd we get into these magic mounds?" the dwarf offered as a quick change of subject.</p><p></p><p>"We shouldn't..." began Haelan.</p><p></p><p>Fen and Erevan just looked at each other. The elf shrugged at the half-elf.</p><p>"They <em>could</em> be Selurian in origin, as the magess proposed...Or lizardfolk, for that matter. We just don't know." Erevan said.</p><p></p><p>"However!" Erevan spoke up, "if we do find evidence that it is an elvin burial place...I respectfully request that we leave it to rest and take nothing we might find from it."</p><p></p><p>"That is agreeable." Alaria nodded, fully agreeing with the compromise. "I wouldn't suggest any other course."</p><p></p><p>"Very well." said Fen. "What is the will of the group?"</p><p></p><p>"If nothing else, perhaps we might find some lost or forgotten <em>Selurian</em> magic that could aid us in our further pursuits." Alaria reasoned for the, hopeful, benefit of Coerraine and Haelan.</p><p></p><p>A short vote later, it was decided they should at least<em> attempt</em> to find an entrance into the mound they had eaten on. </p><p><em><strong></strong></em></p><p><em><strong>--Next: The Feldmere: Part V "Into the Barrow of the Swan Knight"--</strong></em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="steeldragons, post: 5803220, member: 92511"] [b]The Feldmere: Part IV[/b] "I don't know how much longer we can keep this up, Braddok." Alaria said as she slumped down upon a fallen log on the third of the narrow and long mounds they had encountered in the passed two days. The other party members, similarly, flopped to the ground. Two more days and nights had passed since the "attack of stirges." They had fended off another encounter with a larger group of lizardmen with a single "entanglement" incantation and Fen shaking his spear in their direction shouting "ooga-booga!" The reptilian warband had gone fleeing wildly at that. They had had to alter direction three times to maintain their trail on some "walkable" ground, winding around rivulets, large ponds of muck and noticeable pits of sinking mud. Festus was sure they were still heading, more or less, in the right direction. The increasingly colder nights had taunted them a "will o' wisp" (according to Fen and Festus), a roving troll who was not stupid enough to take on so large a group of armed warriors...and his return with three friends in the early morning hours. Erevan and Festus had gone hunting more than once and were able to return with no more than a small collection of swamp rats. Alaria was sore and tired and cold and they seemed no closer to this alleged massive ancient fortress than they were over a week ago. Haelan, similarly, had begun arguing for their retrurn to Daenfrii "...or Hawkview...or anywhere else besides this accursed place." the morning after the stirge attack. Festus again took out the map and consulted it with Braddok. "There!" cried the satyr, pointing out over the mists to a broad open flat area beyond the stretch of trees before them. "That must be this lake!" the satyr indicated something on the map. "And just beyond that, this mound here, that is supposed to be ruins of Nor Gorthok." the satyr concluded with satisfaction. Haelan "wished up" a warming bowl of "Hollow's chili" (a tomato-based concoction of chicken and rabbit and park thoroughly seasoned with garlic and herbs). The halfling began doling out portions to the companions with the magic pestle/spoon. "That looks far." Haelan said. He looked out to where the satyr was indicating and put half of Duor's first ladle-full in his lap. It was almost-but-not-quite a whine. The dwarf, in his own exhaustion and deep sniffing in the spicy meat dish didn't even notice. "We can be to this edge of the lake by nightfall." said Braddok. The warrior also stared out where the ranger had indicated, not noticing Haelan's disappointed look. "Very well." Alaria began, taking on the commanding tone she had not emplyed since they'd begun this trek. "If, in two days time, we have not come upon the ruins, we turn back and make all haste for Daenfrii for the winter." "I second!" Haelan said enthusiastically. Coerraine looked to Duor as the dwarf stuff his bearded face with a large spoonful of the chili. "Make it three days and yeh'll get no argument from me. Dragon treasure ain't easy to come by, to be sher. Else ev'ryone'd have some! "An' I'd hate to be in spittin' distance and walk away. But this 'Mere's a death-trap an' that's a fact!" the dwarf finished. Coerraine nodded his, given, agreement with the dwarf's wishes. Erevan, who didn't seem to be paying attention to the conversation wandered along the 20 foot wide, 60 foot long top of the mound on which they found themselves. He crouched down and peer off to their south. The elf was almost sure he could see another of the mounds just breaking the low-lying fogs. Fen came up behind the crouching elf and followed his gaze. "Yes. That appears to be another one." the druid agreed with the elf's unspoken observation. The druid turned to look behind them. He could see the one they'd crossed that morning and then pointed out a fourth one to their north and west that they hadn't notice in the fog as they'd passed. "There's another." Fen said simply. "'Nother [I]wut?![/I]" Duor said with some concern as he put down his spoon in favor of the hilt of his ethereal dagger. "Another mound." Alaria clarified. "I wonder how they came to be?" asked the magess of no one in particular. "And why just here?" she said after scanning the rest of their surroundings. "How many is that? I haven't been keeping track." "That'd be six, counting the one with the snake." Festus said after some quick calculation. "[I]'Six swan knights and Six swan maids'[/I]...isn't that what the poem said?" Haelan quoted, off hand, as he moved on to dish out some chili for Braddok. Erevan, who had returned to the companions' resting place raised an eyebrow at the halfling's simple memory. "Ugh. [chew] That ain't never good." mentioned Duor. "Wut is it, point-ear?" "Nothing...nothing..." Erevan began before pausing in apparent thought. "Unless..." "[I]Unless[/I], Erevan?" Alaria questioned. She took another dainty bite as she waited for an answer. The chili was particularly tasty, reminiscent of the heavily spiced dishes of her homeland, and warming. "In the ages passed...before the rise of Men...before the ShiStaliiri made their home in the southern woods...it is said the elves made their burials in sacred mounds...warded by enchantment. Though we, my people, I mean, do not carry on such practice." Erevan explained. Duor leaped up from his seat beside Alaria. "Are yeh telling me we're sittin' on an elf-tomb!" Haelan made the curious hand symbol he sometimes did as a "warding" gesture. "There's no cause for alarm, friend Duor. The enchantments are only for those who would enter such places...Or so I was told as a boy by my mother...She was well-versed in the ways and histories of my father's kind." Fen expained, further. Alaria recalled tales her studies of Selurian history, much of which was adopted in the dawning years of her own realm."The Selurians, also...If I recall correctly." "HOT DAMN!" Duor said with a great deal of pleasure. "Wut're we waitin' fer?!" This outburst confused his companions. "Are yeh's allll daft or just the hairfoot?!" Duor said as way of explanation. Seeing no response forthcoming, the dwarf continued. "We're sitting...and have been passing by!...mounds full of ancient elf...or, even better,[I] Selurian[/I] treasure!" the dwarf explained as he hastily gathered up his belongings. "If they are so, they aren't going anywhere, Duor. Finish your lunch." Alaria said calmly, though the prospect, she had to admit, was somewhat appealing. "If they are so," amended Coerraine, sternly, "we are not grave-robbers!" The Redstar Knight turned to Alaria with purpose, "I must protest this course of action." "Yes! We should not mess with the dead." Haelan added nervously. The poor hairfooted priest's mind was filled with images of all-manner of ravaging undead creatures. "'Sides, who knows what unnatural stuff we might unleash by disturbing them! Right Fen?! Right? Erevan?" the daelvar looked to his elf-folk companions in hopeful agreement. "Maybe we should move our luncheon...ya know, outta respect." Haelan looked nervously at the cold damp swamp grass beneath his feet. "Aw, shut up yeh! Yer belly's as yellow as yer foot-hairs." Duor argued. "I do not think they mind us taking a peaceful meal, friend daelvar." Fen intoned with a light smile. "However, as to breaching the mounds...if they are, indeed, burial mounds, I too would argue against." "Course [I]you[/I] would, tree-hugger." Duor said with obvious disdain. He was similarly scowling at Coerraine for countermanding him. "We shall see after we've eaten and rested a bit. Now, Festus? Braddok? Please sit. Eat." Alaria spoke up to diffuse the current debate. The party passed the next hour in quiet and calm food and conversation. Finally, as they gathered themselves to continue on, Alaria moved to the edge of the mound on which they stood and intoned her "[I]Arkanavis[/I]" cantrip to detect mystic energies. The purple energy surrounding her outstretched hand and she moved it, slowly around the perimeter of the mound. To her violet-glowing eyes, the mound on which they'd just lunched did give off a dweomer. As did, at the edge of her vision the mound to the south. To the west and north, she could not see or determine. But these two, most certainly contained powerful enchantments. This news altered some of the companions attitudes a bit and Coerraine invoked his god-given sight to see if he could make out any "evil." None was forthcoming...but, the young paladin had to admit, he didn't actually know if it could penetrate earth. "The grass and dirt isn't evil." he said with a smile. Then his gaze passed into the distance, in the direction of the broad open space before them that Festus presumed to be a lake. The Redstar shuddered a bit to see practically the entirety of the horizon beyond the presumed "lake" gave off a faint glow, perceived by his gold-glowing eyes, as wholely menacing. "There, however...I do think we will find what we seek." the paladin said, staring beyond the lake. "Well, ain't [I]that[/I] just grand!" Duor said. "SO, easy pickin's elf-treasure or goin' on to the belly of the beast? Wut say yeh's?" "I am confused, Duor...was it not[I] your [/I]suggestion that we go find the dragon's treasure. The great big [I]evil [/I]dragon...that we[I] knew[/I] to be evil and deadly down through the ages of legend?" Haelan prodded gently. He was making jest at the dwarf's expense, yes. But he was equally concerned at the prospect that their presumed destination was giving off "evil vibes" even at their current distance. "Whatever we do here," began Coerraine, "I can not...[I]will[/I] not leave this swamp without expunging whatever evil...[I]that [/I]is." "Yeh'll do wut I tells yeh, Goldilocks. Yer bound to my protection." Duor argued to many of the company's discomfort. "Alas, my Charge, you are correct. And seeing you out of the Feldmere, if such is your wish, is what I shall do. But once I have placed you in a secure region. I will return here and see...[I]that.[/I]..wiped off the face of Orea." Coerraine countered, to everyone's surprise, without facing the dwarf. "Of course..." added the paladin with an uncharacteristic sly grin on his face, that only Alaria and Haelan caught, "then any treasure I obtain shall be mine, alone." "LIKE HELLS!" burst the dwarf. "I didn't say we weren't goin' there. I just said, let's see what's in these mounds [I]first![/I]" quickly amended the dwarven rogue. "Now, boss lady Magess, how'd we get into these magic mounds?" the dwarf offered as a quick change of subject. "We shouldn't..." began Haelan. Fen and Erevan just looked at each other. The elf shrugged at the half-elf. "They [I]could[/I] be Selurian in origin, as the magess proposed...Or lizardfolk, for that matter. We just don't know." Erevan said. "However!" Erevan spoke up, "if we do find evidence that it is an elvin burial place...I respectfully request that we leave it to rest and take nothing we might find from it." "That is agreeable." Alaria nodded, fully agreeing with the compromise. "I wouldn't suggest any other course." "Very well." said Fen. "What is the will of the group?" "If nothing else, perhaps we might find some lost or forgotten [I]Selurian[/I] magic that could aid us in our further pursuits." Alaria reasoned for the, hopeful, benefit of Coerraine and Haelan. A short vote later, it was decided they should at least[I] attempt[/I] to find an entrance into the mound they had eaten on. [I][B] --Next: The Feldmere: Part V "Into the Barrow of the Swan Knight"--[/B][/I] [/QUOTE]
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