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<blockquote data-quote="steeldragons" data-source="post: 5824858" data-attributes="member: 92511"><p>The woman stared harshly at the group for a moment before adressing them again.</p><p></p><p>"Apologies. The encounter with the shadow hast obviously taken its toll upon thee. " she said, though her tone softened by only a little.</p><p></p><p>"Stay thy weapons. Be at peace and ease. Rest thyselves, here, by the fire. I shall have Imgulg bring refreshment." she said and stepped aside to reveal a flickering firepit like the last tower they'd been in. The benches and couches were adorned in throws and blankets and pillows of black and violet trimmed and sparkling with silver.</p><p></p><p>The ambient light of the chamber was brighter than outdoors, and looking up, the party saw that the high ceiling was alight with small twinkling, star-like pinpoints of light.</p><p></p><p>"Our thanks, lady..." Braddok dared to address the woman, seemingly swathed in night.</p><p></p><p>"Are you kiddin'? She's, <em>obviously</em>, the Dark One!" Duor protested and refused to sheathe his weapon even as his companions all relaed and did so.</p><p></p><p>"<strong><em>I</em></strong>...the Dark One?!" she said with great incredulity. "Mayhaps, master dwarf, thou wouldst rather enjoy the hospitality of my sister outside."</p><p></p><p>"That demon-horse outside is your sister?!" Haelan burst in surprise.</p><p></p><p>The star-sparkling woman looked at the daelvar in curiosity. "Nay. The rider upon the nightmare tis my sister...Madagbueil <<em>pronounciation note: "mah-DAG'-bwee-ill"</em>>, lost to the sinister corruptions of the Dark One, lo these eons ago."</p><p></p><p>"Oh dear. That's terrible!" Haelan replied in sympathy. "She was...I mean...was she...one of the Swan Maids? Are you sisters with Amthyriine, too? We met her...lovely woman...makes a grand hot chocolate."</p><p></p><p>"Yay. Amthyriine tis another of my kin...the youngest. The protection of her realm from the Dark One's influence, specifically by Madagbueil, tis my sole reason for continued existence in this lost place. Thou hast <em>seen</em> her?" </p><p></p><p>"Indeed, lady, it is by her...um...grace that we found our way to this realm. Tell me, if you would, is this<em> also</em> Gorathgraard?" Alaria cautiously asked.</p><p></p><p>"Anthyriine knows little of grace, magess. Impudence and childishness she surely doth. But yay, tis Gorarthgraard...or once couldst be so called. Now all but lost to the pestilence seeping from Madagbueil's touch.</p><p></p><p>"Curious she wouldst bid thee here...I wonder..." the dark lady intoned. Then seemed to quiet in thoughts of her own.</p><p></p><p>"Wondrous lady, might we have the honor of knowing your name? That we might thank you properly and give honor to your most welcome intervention." Fen proposed.</p><p></p><p>The woman's unblinking silver eyes turned to Fen. Her countenance took on that of a storm, as Alaria sometimes did, the wavering of her hair and then robe seemed to rise in some unfelt increasing wind.</p><p></p><p>"Do not think to charm my with thy serpent's tongue, halfling." the woman glared at the druid.</p><p></p><p>Haelan found this quite amusing. He'd never heard anyone but a daelvar referred to as a "halfling" before.</p><p></p><p>"I know the ways of thine traitorous cult!" she continued.</p><p></p><p>"Again with the 'traitor' thing, eh, half-blood. Yer battin' a thousand with these regal sorts." Duor jibed. In his mind, however, the continued accusation of Fen, did rouse much curiosity and concern for the dwarf. His 'traitorous cult', Duor thought to himself. Seems the druids did something to piss off these curious magical women in their weird magic bubbles. </p><p></p><p>The woman's twinkling silver eyes turned to Duor. Her expression did not soften.</p><p></p><p>"I truly aver, my lady, that Fen is no traitor to us. He has, in fact, been most helpful and a true champion to our cause." Braddok offered.</p><p></p><p>"And what cause might that be, warrior?" she said before taking a good long look at Braddok.</p><p></p><p>"Well, we're trying to find Nor Gorthok...but then...Alaria thinks we already have...but here we are...and..." Festus began to reply. His attempt to explain that which he barely understood, himself, was silenced by Erevan's light hand on his shoulder and a curt shake of the head by the elf.</p><p></p><p>Regardless, the woman seemed not to be paying the satyr any mind. The swirling unfelt wind calmed about her.</p><p></p><p>"Thou hast been touched by one of the Eight!" she then said in breathy surprise, more to herself than to the heroes. "Curious. Thou art truly a most unusual company...of heroes or fools, I still know not."</p><p></p><p>"Good lady, please. What is your name?" Erevan now asked.</p><p></p><p>She looked at the elf. An unspoken sadness seemed to full her face now.</p><p>It seemed as though she again moved her attention to inward thoughts.</p><p></p><p>"Evaranthriine," <em><pronounciation note: "ev-er-AN'-three-en"</em>> she said quietly, then again became stern of tone. "Thou mayst call me Evaranthriine, as none have done since my beloved twas lost...mayhaps longer still."</p><p></p><p>The company was now situated about the fire. The star-strewn raven-haired Evaranthriine began to move to the single long staircase that led up to some landing high above.</p><p></p><p>"Be at peace. Take refreshment. We mayst converse more upon my return." she said and without stopping again, swept up the stairs and out of view.</p><p></p><p>The companions watched as she rose about the perimeter of the tower in silence, not giving them another glance. They noted that she moved with the same fluid-like grace of Amthyriine. Her shirts seems to just brush across the floor with her passing, no indication of "steps" being taken.</p><p></p><p>"Guess the kitchen's upstairs in this one." Duor said, aside, to Festus. "So, tree-buggerer, what's all of this traitor business with you then?"</p><p></p><p>Fen merely shrugged. "I honestly have no idea, friend Duor. But I thank thee..er..<em>you</em>..Braddok, for your kindly defense. I have no idea, but it sounds as though these lovely ladies have been wronged by my order in some way."</p><p></p><p>"Sounds like they were wronged by her sister, t'me." Haelan mentioned and kicked his feet up closer to the fire to warm himself. He glanced around the vast empty interior of the tower. Smiling to himself as he looked at the "stars" on the ceiling. He felt comfortable, like he was outside on a spring night. "I hope she makes as good hot chocolate as her other sister though." he smiled to noone in particular. </p><p></p><p>Then sadness came over the daelvar's face and he added, quietly, "I wish Coerainne were here."</p><p></p><p>Alaria ignored her own sadness at the Hilltender's statement and brushed passed it supposing to the company that they might find more knowledge of Nor Gorthok here. Not to mention this "Madagbueil" who, the magess feared, they may have to face again when to leave this place and find a new portal...hopefully, back to <em>their</em> Feldmere.</p><p></p><p>"And what do you suppose about what she said about her "champion"? Do you think, perhaps, that might be another of the Swan Knights, like the others Amthyriine mentioned?" Erevan posed before standing at the sound of footsteps coming from the far distant stars that led down out of the chamber...just as there had been in the previous tower.</p><p></p><p>All werre surprised to see an aged dwarf come up from the stairs. He was hunched and haggard looking, but wore a simple tunic of deep indigo. His stark white beard was simply bound in a strip of leather, just at the tip near his ankles. He carried a silver tray, set with similar yet different silver goblets encrusted with dark blue and violet gemstones aroudn the bowls.</p><p></p><p>"Here now, kinsman!" Duor perked up. "How do yeh come to be in this Forge forsaken place?!"</p><p></p><p>The old dwarf's eyes rose from the tray and then portrayed a glimmer of surprise at seeing another of his kind. He smiled weakly at Duor. "Hail and well met, brother." he said at first.</p><p></p><p>He passed out the goblets to the companions, hastily, and went back to stand before Duor, all but completely ignoring the rest of the companions' questioing looks. As it had been in the "winter-Gorathgraard", each goblet contained something different, ideally suiting each hero's taste. Haelan's naturally, was filled with frothy hot chocolate.</p><p></p><p>"Whence clan dost thou hail? What news hast thou from the outside werrold for Ole Imgulg?" the white-bearded dwarf smiled, strangely, haltingly, as if it were a long time since he had made such an expression with his face.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="steeldragons, post: 5824858, member: 92511"] The woman stared harshly at the group for a moment before adressing them again. "Apologies. The encounter with the shadow hast obviously taken its toll upon thee. " she said, though her tone softened by only a little. "Stay thy weapons. Be at peace and ease. Rest thyselves, here, by the fire. I shall have Imgulg bring refreshment." she said and stepped aside to reveal a flickering firepit like the last tower they'd been in. The benches and couches were adorned in throws and blankets and pillows of black and violet trimmed and sparkling with silver. The ambient light of the chamber was brighter than outdoors, and looking up, the party saw that the high ceiling was alight with small twinkling, star-like pinpoints of light. "Our thanks, lady..." Braddok dared to address the woman, seemingly swathed in night. "Are you kiddin'? She's, [I]obviously[/I], the Dark One!" Duor protested and refused to sheathe his weapon even as his companions all relaed and did so. "[B][I]I[/I][/B]...the Dark One?!" she said with great incredulity. "Mayhaps, master dwarf, thou wouldst rather enjoy the hospitality of my sister outside." "That demon-horse outside is your sister?!" Haelan burst in surprise. The star-sparkling woman looked at the daelvar in curiosity. "Nay. The rider upon the nightmare tis my sister...Madagbueil <[I]pronounciation note: "mah-DAG'-bwee-ill"[/I]>, lost to the sinister corruptions of the Dark One, lo these eons ago." "Oh dear. That's terrible!" Haelan replied in sympathy. "She was...I mean...was she...one of the Swan Maids? Are you sisters with Amthyriine, too? We met her...lovely woman...makes a grand hot chocolate." "Yay. Amthyriine tis another of my kin...the youngest. The protection of her realm from the Dark One's influence, specifically by Madagbueil, tis my sole reason for continued existence in this lost place. Thou hast [I]seen[/I] her?" "Indeed, lady, it is by her...um...grace that we found our way to this realm. Tell me, if you would, is this[I] also[/I] Gorathgraard?" Alaria cautiously asked. "Anthyriine knows little of grace, magess. Impudence and childishness she surely doth. But yay, tis Gorarthgraard...or once couldst be so called. Now all but lost to the pestilence seeping from Madagbueil's touch. "Curious she wouldst bid thee here...I wonder..." the dark lady intoned. Then seemed to quiet in thoughts of her own. "Wondrous lady, might we have the honor of knowing your name? That we might thank you properly and give honor to your most welcome intervention." Fen proposed. The woman's unblinking silver eyes turned to Fen. Her countenance took on that of a storm, as Alaria sometimes did, the wavering of her hair and then robe seemed to rise in some unfelt increasing wind. "Do not think to charm my with thy serpent's tongue, halfling." the woman glared at the druid. Haelan found this quite amusing. He'd never heard anyone but a daelvar referred to as a "halfling" before. "I know the ways of thine traitorous cult!" she continued. "Again with the 'traitor' thing, eh, half-blood. Yer battin' a thousand with these regal sorts." Duor jibed. In his mind, however, the continued accusation of Fen, did rouse much curiosity and concern for the dwarf. His 'traitorous cult', Duor thought to himself. Seems the druids did something to piss off these curious magical women in their weird magic bubbles. The woman's twinkling silver eyes turned to Duor. Her expression did not soften. "I truly aver, my lady, that Fen is no traitor to us. He has, in fact, been most helpful and a true champion to our cause." Braddok offered. "And what cause might that be, warrior?" she said before taking a good long look at Braddok. "Well, we're trying to find Nor Gorthok...but then...Alaria thinks we already have...but here we are...and..." Festus began to reply. His attempt to explain that which he barely understood, himself, was silenced by Erevan's light hand on his shoulder and a curt shake of the head by the elf. Regardless, the woman seemed not to be paying the satyr any mind. The swirling unfelt wind calmed about her. "Thou hast been touched by one of the Eight!" she then said in breathy surprise, more to herself than to the heroes. "Curious. Thou art truly a most unusual company...of heroes or fools, I still know not." "Good lady, please. What is your name?" Erevan now asked. She looked at the elf. An unspoken sadness seemed to full her face now. It seemed as though she again moved her attention to inward thoughts. "Evaranthriine," [I]<pronounciation note: "ev-er-AN'-three-en"[/I]> she said quietly, then again became stern of tone. "Thou mayst call me Evaranthriine, as none have done since my beloved twas lost...mayhaps longer still." The company was now situated about the fire. The star-strewn raven-haired Evaranthriine began to move to the single long staircase that led up to some landing high above. "Be at peace. Take refreshment. We mayst converse more upon my return." she said and without stopping again, swept up the stairs and out of view. The companions watched as she rose about the perimeter of the tower in silence, not giving them another glance. They noted that she moved with the same fluid-like grace of Amthyriine. Her shirts seems to just brush across the floor with her passing, no indication of "steps" being taken. "Guess the kitchen's upstairs in this one." Duor said, aside, to Festus. "So, tree-buggerer, what's all of this traitor business with you then?" Fen merely shrugged. "I honestly have no idea, friend Duor. But I thank thee..er..[I]you[/I]..Braddok, for your kindly defense. I have no idea, but it sounds as though these lovely ladies have been wronged by my order in some way." "Sounds like they were wronged by her sister, t'me." Haelan mentioned and kicked his feet up closer to the fire to warm himself. He glanced around the vast empty interior of the tower. Smiling to himself as he looked at the "stars" on the ceiling. He felt comfortable, like he was outside on a spring night. "I hope she makes as good hot chocolate as her other sister though." he smiled to noone in particular. Then sadness came over the daelvar's face and he added, quietly, "I wish Coerainne were here." Alaria ignored her own sadness at the Hilltender's statement and brushed passed it supposing to the company that they might find more knowledge of Nor Gorthok here. Not to mention this "Madagbueil" who, the magess feared, they may have to face again when to leave this place and find a new portal...hopefully, back to [I]their[/I] Feldmere. "And what do you suppose about what she said about her "champion"? Do you think, perhaps, that might be another of the Swan Knights, like the others Amthyriine mentioned?" Erevan posed before standing at the sound of footsteps coming from the far distant stars that led down out of the chamber...just as there had been in the previous tower. All werre surprised to see an aged dwarf come up from the stairs. He was hunched and haggard looking, but wore a simple tunic of deep indigo. His stark white beard was simply bound in a strip of leather, just at the tip near his ankles. He carried a silver tray, set with similar yet different silver goblets encrusted with dark blue and violet gemstones aroudn the bowls. "Here now, kinsman!" Duor perked up. "How do yeh come to be in this Forge forsaken place?!" The old dwarf's eyes rose from the tray and then portrayed a glimmer of surprise at seeing another of his kind. He smiled weakly at Duor. "Hail and well met, brother." he said at first. He passed out the goblets to the companions, hastily, and went back to stand before Duor, all but completely ignoring the rest of the companions' questioing looks. As it had been in the "winter-Gorathgraard", each goblet contained something different, ideally suiting each hero's taste. Haelan's naturally, was filled with frothy hot chocolate. "Whence clan dost thou hail? What news hast thou from the outside werrold for Ole Imgulg?" the white-bearded dwarf smiled, strangely, haltingly, as if it were a long time since he had made such an expression with his face. [/QUOTE]
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