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<blockquote data-quote="steeldragons" data-source="post: 5904422" data-attributes="member: 92511"><p>The party, with Inskuel, returned, scorched and bruised but victorious, to the walled in garden.</p><p></p><p>The restored swan knight ran most of the way back to the wall, as Evaranthriine raced from the wall and out the gate.</p><p></p><p>The two met in the newly restored fresh grass outside of the garden. Their embrace was long. Their kiss longer.</p><p> </p><p>As the party arrived at the lake bed embankment where the grass began, the night-robed lady turned to them with a smile none of the party thought possible from the typically pale stoic face.</p><p></p><p>"My companions...no. My friends. Thou hast restored to this realm and myself Hope. Thou hast restored Life." she said with a sweep of her arm in the direction of the blooming garden. "And now, thou hast restored Love...to the realm and myself. The whole of the treasures of Gorathgraard couldst nay repay my gratitude for thy deeds." the raven haired woman was practically gushing.</p><p></p><p>"The honor is ours, my lady." Braddok replied and bowed.</p><p></p><p>"We were glad to help, Lady Evaranthriine. And we were lucky." Alaria replied, seemingly troubled by their success.</p><p></p><p>"The whole of the treasure, yeh say? Wouldn't be a bad place to start." Duor added before receiving a jab in the ribs from Haelan.</p><p></p><p>"Nay, good heroes, the honor is ours." replied Inskuel with a deeper bow than Braddok's. "I ne'er dared to think...insofar as I could think in that beastly guise, that I would again stand with my beloved."</p><p></p><p>The grouping moved back within the walls and walked slowly through the beauty of blossoms and daylight that filled the garden.</p><p></p><p>"Oh! Hey, Fen. Festus is ruining your lovely garden!" Haelan shouted from the rear.</p><p></p><p>The company turned to see the billy goat-Festus chomping happily on some fresh flowers.</p><p></p><p>"What are we gonna do about that?" Haelan added, sincerely perplexed.</p><p></p><p>Alaria nodded her head, "I have prepared the spell of Unmaking. I can only hope that my power is up to the task of undoing Madagbueil's spell."</p><p></p><p>Alaria felt a gentle hand on her shoulder and turned to see Evaranthriine's smiling face. "Allow me, Magess. I think thou hast extended thyself enough this day." Alaria nodded her admittedly weary head and Evaranthriine added, "And if I don't miss my guess, my power still exceeds that of my poor sister."</p><p></p><p>"HEY! Getoffa there!" Duor shouted.</p><p></p><p>The company turned to see the dwarf in a tug of war with the goat who had left his fresh salad to gnaw on the corner of Duor's dark grey cloak.</p><p></p><p>Several of the companions could not contain their chuckles and grins as the dwarf continued to spout obscenities at the goat.</p><p></p><p>"You'd best hurry, my love. 'Ere the dwarf be left disrobed." Inskuel jested.</p><p></p><p>Evaranthriine stepped forward. She wove the spell of Unmaking and the goat bleated in objection. The bleats became high pitched screams with diminshed in tone and volume as the spell came to an end and there, before them on all fours with a corner of Duor's cloak in his mouth, was Festus in his normal shape. Perhaps, Alaria noted, a bit longer in the chin hairs than before. But in tact.</p><p></p><p>Festus' mouth dropped open and the torn corner of cloak fell out. Then he collapsed without a word.</p><p></p><p>Haelan rushed forward as duor turned the satyr over onto his back.</p><p></p><p>"Is he?" Haelan asked noone in particular as he looked over the ranger's body for any signs of wound or damage. Before the daelvar cleric could summon up one of his healing spells, the satyr's eyes fluttered open weakly.</p><p></p><p>"W-....w-..."Festus said hoarsely.</p><p></p><p>"Yes, Festus. We WON! Rest easy. Your body's had quite a shock." Haelan attempted to calm the satyr who seemed to be very insistent on saying something through his newly re-shaped vocal chords.</p><p></p><p>Finally, the word came from the satyr's throat, "Wwwwine."</p><p></p><p>"Ach. He's fine." Duor said dismissively and dropped the satyr he had been helping to his unsteady <em>two</em> goat legs. </p><p></p><p>"Wine, indeed." proclaimed Evaranthriine as the laughter of the party subsided. "Ne'er since the birth of Orea has there been more cause for celebration than Gorathgraard has this night."</p><p></p><p>The company returned to the tower to find the food that had been laid out for their supper before all of the distraction of the evening was entirely gone...or changed?</p><p></p><p>Huge silver candelabras in the shape of great trees lined the table, holding uncountable candles at the end of every branch. The platters that had had their roasted fowl and vegetables were now piled with breads and beef and a whole roasted pig stuff with apples. Crystal goblets of varying size and height held any number of libations as Imgiulg came racing out of the kitchen stairs with a large tray and several bottles of something he called "fizvhein." </p><p></p><p>"It's a celebratory wine from the southlands." the elderly dwarf explained to the questioning Erevan. It was significantly more pale than the golden elfvine he and Alaria were accustomed to. It also, by some magic obviously, was filled with every-continuing streams of tiny bubbles.</p><p></p><p>After a bit of curative magics from Haelan to various of the morebattered party members, a tearful reunion (on the dwarf's part) of Imgulg and Inskuel, and a lengthy but heartfelt toast with the "fizvhein" by Inskuel to the companions and the return of his lady love, the company set to the serious business of enjoying themselves.</p><p></p><p>Hours passed in the telling of tales by Inskuel of his time in Madagbueil's prisoner before being turned into the retched creature under her sway. Festus and Duor (often with Imgulg) toasted with every sip to their good fortune and heroism and mighty deeds (both in and out of Gorathgraard).</p><p></p><p>At some point, Imgulg went to the kitchen and returned with a plate holding a chocolate pudding cake, drowned in whipped cream and fresh berries. "An' fer the hero of the day, the greatest of daelvar, Haelan the Holy!" He plopped the colossal dessert down in front of Haelan whose eyes widened to the point he looked as if he might eat the thing with his eyes. </p><p></p><p>"Oh, I don't deserve this. My goodness, Imgulg. It is the finest pudding I've ever seen! I don't deserve..." the humble halfling protested.</p><p></p><p>"Aye, friend Haelan." Inskuel interrupted.</p><p></p><p>"You do, indeed." Braddok agreed and stood to raise his half-empty narrow fluted crystal goblet and proclaimed to the table. "To Haelan the Holy!" the swordsman shouted through the hall.</p><p></p><p>"TO HAELAN THE HOLY!" the rest of the company stood and chimed in.</p><p></p><p>Evaranthriine moved around the table to grant Haelan a kiss on the forehead before the blushing Hilltender dove into the dessert with his large silver spoon.</p><p></p><p>"Mmmmm. Any'un wun'fsun?" he offered through bulging cheeks.</p><p></p><p>The companions carreid on for some time, drinking, eating, and telling tales...and more drinking for the satyr and dwarves.</p><p></p><p>Erevan and Fen quietly took their leave.</p><p></p><p>Alaria used this opportunity to also excuse herself and wandered back down through the kitchen and out into the day lit garden beneath the sky of clouds.</p><p></p><p>She folded her arms as she wandered the few paths, barely taking note of the snapdragons snapping or the bluebells that clinked and chimed around her ankles as she passed or the twittering birds that flitted from branch to branch, following her as she went.</p><p></p><p>"My dear Lady Magess, is the repast not to your liking? Thou seems far to grim for such a night of triumph." came the soft even voice behind her.</p><p></p><p>It was Evaranthriine, who naturally in her "floaty" kind of way of moving had not made a sound in her approach.</p><p></p><p>"No! Oh no, Lady Evaranthriine. Everything is lovely. Beyond lovely...But I admit...I do have my concerns." Alaria replied. She turned to stare out through the gate of the garden to where the inky stain remained on the lakebed where Madagbueil had...disintegrated.</p><p></p><p>"Ah yes." Evaranthriine said, in seeming agreement to whatever it was Alaria had not said. "Do not feel sorrow, my dear. My sister had been lost to me for longer than I could remember. She made her choices. Her Fate was her own."</p><p></p><p>Alaria nodded silent.</p><p></p><p>"But that is not your...concern, I feel. Is it?" Evaranthriine continued. "It has been so long...so very long, since I had hope. I have forgotten that it comes with its sister...'worry'. If we do not have hope for the good, we are spared the fear...the concern...that hope might be taken from us.</p><p></p><p>"Tell me, Alaria, what is your concern?"</p><p></p><p>Alaria thought for a moment, attempting to organize her thoughts. She had so much to worry about, it seemed, even though they had just had an unequivocal victory.</p><p></p><p>"The magic, my lady. The spell of Changing that Madag-...your sister, used. It is one of the Forbidden of my homeland...for centuries, now. I had thought the magic did not exist anymore within the world."</p><p></p><p>"Truly?" Evaranthriine replied. She sounded sincerely surprised. The surprise was then Alaria's when the dark lady giggled a bit to herself. "The Polymorph transmutation was used as a game in my day. It was even a parlor trick for entertainment and training."</p><p></p><p>Alaria could not contain her abject horror. "Entertainment?! To warp and break a body so...to turn it into something else?! Festus is lucky to be alive! I dare not tell him how close to death he came."</p><p></p><p>Evaranthriine nodded her understanding. "Well, no. It was used upon things for fun and jest. Trying to best your competitor with objects that might evoke some whimsy or admiration. Or upon oneself, of course...a contest of animal forms to see who was the more cunning wizard. But no, nothing...<em>deadly</em> nor used upon other unwilling beings."</p><p></p><p>"I would fear to leave it. I desperately wish to return to our world, my lady. But I dare not leave the knowledge in her...Gorathgraard. It might be found and used to dark purpose. And if she was in league with Des-...the 'Dark One' it is entirely possible she might have access to it also.</p><p></p><p>"But I fear to put my fellows in more harm's way. We have endured quite a bit in this foolish hunt for treasure. I do not know how much longer we might prevail."</p><p></p><p>Evaranthriine nodded and her face became again the stoic and thoughtful mask that Alaria to which had become accustomed.</p><p></p><p>"Inskuel has intimate knowledge of my sister's realm. And with the hope and call to action of you and your companions, I am inclined to accompany him. We shall go to Madagbueil's spire and find or destroy the whole of the evil contained within. The magic you fear is known to me and ineffectual against my form. I wouldst, as a final boon, allow you access to it, though I think it is beyond your capabilities at present."</p><p></p><p>Alaria again looked horrified. To be freely offered one of the Five Forbidden Incantations!?</p><p></p><p><<em>Author/DM's Note: the idea of forbidden/forgotten spells/magics in R'Hath was entirely Alaria's creation. She was basing it off of the "3 forbidden curses" of the Harry Potter movies/series. I told her 3 wasn't enough. Let's make it 5 and see where it goes. </em><img src="http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/devil.png" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":devil:" title="Devil :devil:" data-shortname=":devil:" />></p><p></p><p>"If what you pose is correct, and the Dark One has access to some forgotten magic in Orea, would it not the best way to counter it be to have it?" Evaranthriine reasoned.</p><p></p><p>Her reasoning was sound, Alaria had to admit.</p><p></p><p>"I...I don't know...I could be imprisoned for possessing such knowledge...even put to death!" Alaria stammered a half-hearted argument even as her mind was reeling with the possibilities.</p><p></p><p>"Well, consider it, Magess Alaria. For now, let us return to the party and have no more 'concern' or 'worry' on this night of Hope, Life and Love." Evaranthriine gently held out her hand to usher Alaria back into the tower.</p><p></p><p>Alaria nodded. "You are right, of course, my lady. I apologize for interrupting your revery." Alaria's mind went back to the seaside village of Shoal and the kindly high priest of Tyris, Tidemaster Kama. He too had once encouraged her from thinking too much and not enjoying the 'good times' of life when they presented themselves.</p><p></p><p>The elegant ladies of the court of the night-realm of Gorathrgraard returned to the tower and saw the night of celebration to its end.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="steeldragons, post: 5904422, member: 92511"] The party, with Inskuel, returned, scorched and bruised but victorious, to the walled in garden. The restored swan knight ran most of the way back to the wall, as Evaranthriine raced from the wall and out the gate. The two met in the newly restored fresh grass outside of the garden. Their embrace was long. Their kiss longer. As the party arrived at the lake bed embankment where the grass began, the night-robed lady turned to them with a smile none of the party thought possible from the typically pale stoic face. "My companions...no. My friends. Thou hast restored to this realm and myself Hope. Thou hast restored Life." she said with a sweep of her arm in the direction of the blooming garden. "And now, thou hast restored Love...to the realm and myself. The whole of the treasures of Gorathgraard couldst nay repay my gratitude for thy deeds." the raven haired woman was practically gushing. "The honor is ours, my lady." Braddok replied and bowed. "We were glad to help, Lady Evaranthriine. And we were lucky." Alaria replied, seemingly troubled by their success. "The whole of the treasure, yeh say? Wouldn't be a bad place to start." Duor added before receiving a jab in the ribs from Haelan. "Nay, good heroes, the honor is ours." replied Inskuel with a deeper bow than Braddok's. "I ne'er dared to think...insofar as I could think in that beastly guise, that I would again stand with my beloved." The grouping moved back within the walls and walked slowly through the beauty of blossoms and daylight that filled the garden. "Oh! Hey, Fen. Festus is ruining your lovely garden!" Haelan shouted from the rear. The company turned to see the billy goat-Festus chomping happily on some fresh flowers. "What are we gonna do about that?" Haelan added, sincerely perplexed. Alaria nodded her head, "I have prepared the spell of Unmaking. I can only hope that my power is up to the task of undoing Madagbueil's spell." Alaria felt a gentle hand on her shoulder and turned to see Evaranthriine's smiling face. "Allow me, Magess. I think thou hast extended thyself enough this day." Alaria nodded her admittedly weary head and Evaranthriine added, "And if I don't miss my guess, my power still exceeds that of my poor sister." "HEY! Getoffa there!" Duor shouted. The company turned to see the dwarf in a tug of war with the goat who had left his fresh salad to gnaw on the corner of Duor's dark grey cloak. Several of the companions could not contain their chuckles and grins as the dwarf continued to spout obscenities at the goat. "You'd best hurry, my love. 'Ere the dwarf be left disrobed." Inskuel jested. Evaranthriine stepped forward. She wove the spell of Unmaking and the goat bleated in objection. The bleats became high pitched screams with diminshed in tone and volume as the spell came to an end and there, before them on all fours with a corner of Duor's cloak in his mouth, was Festus in his normal shape. Perhaps, Alaria noted, a bit longer in the chin hairs than before. But in tact. Festus' mouth dropped open and the torn corner of cloak fell out. Then he collapsed without a word. Haelan rushed forward as duor turned the satyr over onto his back. "Is he?" Haelan asked noone in particular as he looked over the ranger's body for any signs of wound or damage. Before the daelvar cleric could summon up one of his healing spells, the satyr's eyes fluttered open weakly. "W-....w-..."Festus said hoarsely. "Yes, Festus. We WON! Rest easy. Your body's had quite a shock." Haelan attempted to calm the satyr who seemed to be very insistent on saying something through his newly re-shaped vocal chords. Finally, the word came from the satyr's throat, "Wwwwine." "Ach. He's fine." Duor said dismissively and dropped the satyr he had been helping to his unsteady [I]two[/I] goat legs. "Wine, indeed." proclaimed Evaranthriine as the laughter of the party subsided. "Ne'er since the birth of Orea has there been more cause for celebration than Gorathgraard has this night." The company returned to the tower to find the food that had been laid out for their supper before all of the distraction of the evening was entirely gone...or changed? Huge silver candelabras in the shape of great trees lined the table, holding uncountable candles at the end of every branch. The platters that had had their roasted fowl and vegetables were now piled with breads and beef and a whole roasted pig stuff with apples. Crystal goblets of varying size and height held any number of libations as Imgiulg came racing out of the kitchen stairs with a large tray and several bottles of something he called "fizvhein." "It's a celebratory wine from the southlands." the elderly dwarf explained to the questioning Erevan. It was significantly more pale than the golden elfvine he and Alaria were accustomed to. It also, by some magic obviously, was filled with every-continuing streams of tiny bubbles. After a bit of curative magics from Haelan to various of the morebattered party members, a tearful reunion (on the dwarf's part) of Imgulg and Inskuel, and a lengthy but heartfelt toast with the "fizvhein" by Inskuel to the companions and the return of his lady love, the company set to the serious business of enjoying themselves. Hours passed in the telling of tales by Inskuel of his time in Madagbueil's prisoner before being turned into the retched creature under her sway. Festus and Duor (often with Imgulg) toasted with every sip to their good fortune and heroism and mighty deeds (both in and out of Gorathgraard). At some point, Imgulg went to the kitchen and returned with a plate holding a chocolate pudding cake, drowned in whipped cream and fresh berries. "An' fer the hero of the day, the greatest of daelvar, Haelan the Holy!" He plopped the colossal dessert down in front of Haelan whose eyes widened to the point he looked as if he might eat the thing with his eyes. "Oh, I don't deserve this. My goodness, Imgulg. It is the finest pudding I've ever seen! I don't deserve..." the humble halfling protested. "Aye, friend Haelan." Inskuel interrupted. "You do, indeed." Braddok agreed and stood to raise his half-empty narrow fluted crystal goblet and proclaimed to the table. "To Haelan the Holy!" the swordsman shouted through the hall. "TO HAELAN THE HOLY!" the rest of the company stood and chimed in. Evaranthriine moved around the table to grant Haelan a kiss on the forehead before the blushing Hilltender dove into the dessert with his large silver spoon. "Mmmmm. Any'un wun'fsun?" he offered through bulging cheeks. The companions carreid on for some time, drinking, eating, and telling tales...and more drinking for the satyr and dwarves. Erevan and Fen quietly took their leave. Alaria used this opportunity to also excuse herself and wandered back down through the kitchen and out into the day lit garden beneath the sky of clouds. She folded her arms as she wandered the few paths, barely taking note of the snapdragons snapping or the bluebells that clinked and chimed around her ankles as she passed or the twittering birds that flitted from branch to branch, following her as she went. "My dear Lady Magess, is the repast not to your liking? Thou seems far to grim for such a night of triumph." came the soft even voice behind her. It was Evaranthriine, who naturally in her "floaty" kind of way of moving had not made a sound in her approach. "No! Oh no, Lady Evaranthriine. Everything is lovely. Beyond lovely...But I admit...I do have my concerns." Alaria replied. She turned to stare out through the gate of the garden to where the inky stain remained on the lakebed where Madagbueil had...disintegrated. "Ah yes." Evaranthriine said, in seeming agreement to whatever it was Alaria had not said. "Do not feel sorrow, my dear. My sister had been lost to me for longer than I could remember. She made her choices. Her Fate was her own." Alaria nodded silent. "But that is not your...concern, I feel. Is it?" Evaranthriine continued. "It has been so long...so very long, since I had hope. I have forgotten that it comes with its sister...'worry'. If we do not have hope for the good, we are spared the fear...the concern...that hope might be taken from us. "Tell me, Alaria, what is your concern?" Alaria thought for a moment, attempting to organize her thoughts. She had so much to worry about, it seemed, even though they had just had an unequivocal victory. "The magic, my lady. The spell of Changing that Madag-...your sister, used. It is one of the Forbidden of my homeland...for centuries, now. I had thought the magic did not exist anymore within the world." "Truly?" Evaranthriine replied. She sounded sincerely surprised. The surprise was then Alaria's when the dark lady giggled a bit to herself. "The Polymorph transmutation was used as a game in my day. It was even a parlor trick for entertainment and training." Alaria could not contain her abject horror. "Entertainment?! To warp and break a body so...to turn it into something else?! Festus is lucky to be alive! I dare not tell him how close to death he came." Evaranthriine nodded her understanding. "Well, no. It was used upon things for fun and jest. Trying to best your competitor with objects that might evoke some whimsy or admiration. Or upon oneself, of course...a contest of animal forms to see who was the more cunning wizard. But no, nothing...[I]deadly[/I] nor used upon other unwilling beings." "I would fear to leave it. I desperately wish to return to our world, my lady. But I dare not leave the knowledge in her...Gorathgraard. It might be found and used to dark purpose. And if she was in league with Des-...the 'Dark One' it is entirely possible she might have access to it also. "But I fear to put my fellows in more harm's way. We have endured quite a bit in this foolish hunt for treasure. I do not know how much longer we might prevail." Evaranthriine nodded and her face became again the stoic and thoughtful mask that Alaria to which had become accustomed. "Inskuel has intimate knowledge of my sister's realm. And with the hope and call to action of you and your companions, I am inclined to accompany him. We shall go to Madagbueil's spire and find or destroy the whole of the evil contained within. The magic you fear is known to me and ineffectual against my form. I wouldst, as a final boon, allow you access to it, though I think it is beyond your capabilities at present." Alaria again looked horrified. To be freely offered one of the Five Forbidden Incantations!? <[I]Author/DM's Note: the idea of forbidden/forgotten spells/magics in R'Hath was entirely Alaria's creation. She was basing it off of the "3 forbidden curses" of the Harry Potter movies/series. I told her 3 wasn't enough. Let's make it 5 and see where it goes. [/I]:devil:> "If what you pose is correct, and the Dark One has access to some forgotten magic in Orea, would it not the best way to counter it be to have it?" Evaranthriine reasoned. Her reasoning was sound, Alaria had to admit. "I...I don't know...I could be imprisoned for possessing such knowledge...even put to death!" Alaria stammered a half-hearted argument even as her mind was reeling with the possibilities. "Well, consider it, Magess Alaria. For now, let us return to the party and have no more 'concern' or 'worry' on this night of Hope, Life and Love." Evaranthriine gently held out her hand to usher Alaria back into the tower. Alaria nodded. "You are right, of course, my lady. I apologize for interrupting your revery." Alaria's mind went back to the seaside village of Shoal and the kindly high priest of Tyris, Tidemaster Kama. He too had once encouraged her from thinking too much and not enjoying the 'good times' of life when they presented themselves. The elegant ladies of the court of the night-realm of Gorathrgraard returned to the tower and saw the night of celebration to its end. [/QUOTE]
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