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<blockquote data-quote="steeldragons" data-source="post: 6130890" data-attributes="member: 92511"><p>After much fussing by Haelan over Buttercream’s well-being and more healing applied to the wounded, including an [again] near death Pyrnion, the companions make the trip, with an elfin guard. They return to the holdings of Evandrial and spend a week in recuperation and relaxation. There is an audience and three days of feasting and celebraation with the Lord Seniiris and Miralostae nobles. They are elfvined, dined, praised in song, tale and dance and ultimately, declared “elf-friends” of the Miralostae for the reaminder of their days. </p><p></p><p></p><p>In lieu of tokens of gratitude and treasure, most of Alaria humbly requests training by one of Seniiris’ mages and access to what arcane research they elfin stronghold possesses. This is gladly offered.</p><p></p><p>Haelan spends some time with the few Arinane priests to be found in Evandrial. He finds he and the elfin priests seem to have a great deal of philosophical ground in common and greatly enjoys their company. He also attends a funerary singing for the poor moon-priest, Cyrillian.</p><p></p><p>Braddok spends the time relaxing, when not indulging and enjoying what little time Alaria has to offer while she studies [a.k.a. “levels up"].</p><p></p><p>Fen takes the time to learn what he can of elvish herbology and, in true druidic fashion, disappears for days at a time for alleged “meetings” with his brethren of the Ancient Order.</p><p></p><p>Poor Pyrnion is left to mend himself up, again, and contact’s his lord the “Wind Wizard”, courtesy of the Lord Seniiris’ court mages with news of the Bulgruch’s defeat, the unexpected presence of a vulture-demon, the assertion that Tresahd is, in fact, a dragon...and most importantly, the possession of the Windsoul by this [relatively] lowly human magess known as “the Stormrider.” The zephari’s returning instructions are to remain with the party and see to it that the Kalanaptra does not fall into the dark wizard’s grasp.</p><p></p><p>Duor, of course, opts for riches instead of titles or training. He receives, in complete surprise, a taylor-made shirt of elfin chain that will fit his very un-elvish frame and a small hip-holster of 10 darts of elfin make, enchanted to strike any enemy [+2]. The remainder of the time the dwarf can be found carousing with Jovias, drinking, chasing female satyrs, and regaling the russet-haired satyr bard with<em> his </em>version of tales of the Stormriders’ adventures. </p><p></p><p>Finally, after a single week had become <em>three</em>, without their notice, the companions finally convene privately to discuss what they really can do. The knowledge, from the female elf Selvarryn, who had become one of their personal attendants of the passed few weeks, that the Midwinter was nearly upon the world (despite the fact that any trace of winter was barely noted within Miralosta’s wooded borders) gave the companions a shock and impulse to really “get something done”.</p><p></p><p>“We must truly consider, my friends, if we can dare to allow Tresahd the time and opportunity to regain his strength of arms.” Braddok pressed with more urgency.</p><p></p><p>“If he can attack us here, with<em> demons</em> no less, he can get to us anywhere, I suspect. Apparently, he still covets Alaria’s orb and sooner or later, he will get it. We must end him...” the Grinlian warrior continued.</p><p></p><p>“Her.” Haelan corrected.</p><p></p><p>“<em>Her,</em> whatever!” Braddok amended with some annoyance. “He..er..she must be brought down for good or we will not have any peace.”</p><p></p><p>“I am inclined to agree, Braddok. Though my own reasons have more to do with the disconcerting knowledge that the dragon continues to alter the Blanace by bringing demons into this world. With apparent ease.” Fen added. “We cannot allow such the abominations one foot upon Orea, lest the entirety of the Green be threatened.”</p><p></p><p>“‘Bout that, “ Haelan piped in, “how did he get a demon in Buttercream in the first place?”</p><p></p><p>The companions looked to each other with obvious concern.</p><p></p><p>“I’ve been thinking about it and it doesn’t make sense.” The Hilltender continued. “I mean, we were here...Buttercream was with Fen...Tresahd was here too! He was fighting the elves while we were in Nor Gorthok...and that vulture-demon was trapped.”</p><p></p><p>“Well, in all fairness, Haelan, I believe all vulture-demons appear the same...but it did seem to know us. So you may be correct.” Alaria added.</p><p></p><p>“I’m with Braddok. We said we would have the dragon’s treasure. And we don’t have it yet.” Duor piped in.</p><p></p><p>“Huzzah! To the dragon’s horde!” exclaimed Jovias from his seat behind Duor at the long oval table. </p><p></p><p>The present Stormriders gave the satyr looks of irritation and raised eyebrows. Duor grinned but “shushed” his zealous henchman with a silent hand.</p><p></p><p>”My only concern is the Kalanaptra. I will gladly fight evil wherever it is encountered, but my primary duty is to the safety of the Windsoul and keeping its wielder from harm.” Pyrnion put in his two coppers.</p><p></p><p>"A cause I am most deeply appreciative of my winged friend." Braddok added.</p><p></p><p>“Due respect, Duor, but you are the one after the dragon’s treasure. The rest of us want to put an end to the dark evil menace threatening the whole of the realms.” Haelan said gently.</p><p></p><p>“More or less, Haelan. I confess, the riches contained in Nor Gorthok will be of great use to me and my own cause...which I certainly hope I can count on the rest of you aid.” Braddok added.</p><p></p><p>“Of course, Braddok!” Haelan quickly added. The daelvar seemed a little off-put that the swordsman would question that. “I just meant...”</p><p></p><p>“Haelan may be correct. In all truthfulness, Buttercream wasn’t with me. She found me. And for her to make her way from as deep within the Feldmere to my location in Daenfrii...without magical help...would be nigh impossible.”</p><p></p><p>“What is the last thing you remember before finding Fen, Buttercream?” Haelan asked the ferret. Why he hadn’t thought to do this in the passed 3 weeks did not cross his mind.</p><p></p><p>*<em>Well, I was waiting for you under the great oak...and then she came and magiked us somewhere...and then I smelled Fen and there he was...and the greencloak magiked us here.</em>* Buttercream said without apparently noticing that there was anything unusual about what she’d said.</p><p></p><p>“She who?!” Haelan asked in alarm.</p><p></p><p>*<em>Her...</em>* Buttercream poked her pointy nose in Alaria’s direction, *<em>the magess.</em></p><p></p><p>*<em>Would think she’d have the decency to bring me all the way here, herself. But I don’t mind the half-elf’s company...He listens sometimes.</em>* Obviosuly finished with her testimony, the ferret turned and dug her nose through her pelt, along the side, at a persistant itch.</p><p></p><p>Haelan relayed this, obviously confused. </p><p></p><p>Alaria looked at the rest of the companions in apparent concern and confusion, as well. But Haelan, I was here...with you. We flew here from Bridgetower. Besides which, I do not possess anywhere near the power to magically teleport myself from place to place.” she said.</p><p></p><p> “Hunh. That’s true.” Haelan answered. “Buttercream, are you sure it was Alaria?”</p><p></p><p>*<em>It’s not enough you leave me hither and yon in hostile terriotires whenever you will, now you want to question my eyesight? It's better than yours...even in the dark!</em>* the ferret’s female voice was filled with incredulity.</p><p></p><p>“No...I...I mean...But she was here...with me...She couldn’t’ve been two places at once."</p><p></p><p>Casually scratching behind her ear before shaking her head very rapidly from side to side, Buttercream responded, *<em>I’ve not the reason nor care to explain it to you, Hilltender. I know what I know. I am of the natural world. What I say is what is so. And now...I’m hungry.</em>*</p><p></p><p>With that, the ferret turned in what could be interpretted by all present as a “huff” and scurried her way out of the open aired pavilion in which they were holding this meeting. before wandering too far, she turned her head and chittered one last thing. Then she disappeared into the thick brush.</p><p></p><p>“What was that?” Pyrnion asked the daelvar who had turned back to the table with a blush.</p><p></p><p>“She said not to go anywhere without her...'again.’” Haelan said, downcast with embarrassment.</p><p></p><p> “I think sinister forces were at work.” Fen finally said after mulling things over. “Is it not so, magess, that the succubus demon can alter her shape?”</p><p></p><p>“It is.” Alaria replied before understanding dawned on her. “As well as possessing powerful charms. The vile creature must have taken my shape to gain Buttercream’s confidence and then somehow charmed her or altered her memory to not know about the vulture-demon’s possession. Then brought her right to you...”</p><p></p><p>“And <em>I</em> brought the abomination right to<em> us</em>.” Fen said as he slammed his fist into the table in apparent frustration and anger that he could be so easily manipulated. “But I was sent here by one of my own order...unless...”</p><p></p><p>“Any shape, Fen. A succubus can appear as whomever they like. Have you since heard tell of the druid you met and sent you here?” Alaria asked.</p><p></p><p>The half-elf druid confessed he had not. “I am a fool.”</p><p></p><p>“Nonsense, friend Fen.” Braddok now interjected. “The wiles of a demoness are not lightly seen noticed nor pierced. It could have happened to any of us.”</p><p></p><p>Fen nodded his hooded head in reluctant agreement.</p><p></p><p>“So...<em>Where</em> are we going now?” Duor said with some impatience.</p><p></p><p><strong><em>Next...still more questions than answers in "Birds and Ballgowns?"</em></strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="steeldragons, post: 6130890, member: 92511"] After much fussing by Haelan over Buttercream’s well-being and more healing applied to the wounded, including an [again] near death Pyrnion, the companions make the trip, with an elfin guard. They return to the holdings of Evandrial and spend a week in recuperation and relaxation. There is an audience and three days of feasting and celebraation with the Lord Seniiris and Miralostae nobles. They are elfvined, dined, praised in song, tale and dance and ultimately, declared “elf-friends” of the Miralostae for the reaminder of their days. In lieu of tokens of gratitude and treasure, most of Alaria humbly requests training by one of Seniiris’ mages and access to what arcane research they elfin stronghold possesses. This is gladly offered. Haelan spends some time with the few Arinane priests to be found in Evandrial. He finds he and the elfin priests seem to have a great deal of philosophical ground in common and greatly enjoys their company. He also attends a funerary singing for the poor moon-priest, Cyrillian. Braddok spends the time relaxing, when not indulging and enjoying what little time Alaria has to offer while she studies [a.k.a. “levels up"]. Fen takes the time to learn what he can of elvish herbology and, in true druidic fashion, disappears for days at a time for alleged “meetings” with his brethren of the Ancient Order. Poor Pyrnion is left to mend himself up, again, and contact’s his lord the “Wind Wizard”, courtesy of the Lord Seniiris’ court mages with news of the Bulgruch’s defeat, the unexpected presence of a vulture-demon, the assertion that Tresahd is, in fact, a dragon...and most importantly, the possession of the Windsoul by this [relatively] lowly human magess known as “the Stormrider.” The zephari’s returning instructions are to remain with the party and see to it that the Kalanaptra does not fall into the dark wizard’s grasp. Duor, of course, opts for riches instead of titles or training. He receives, in complete surprise, a taylor-made shirt of elfin chain that will fit his very un-elvish frame and a small hip-holster of 10 darts of elfin make, enchanted to strike any enemy [+2]. The remainder of the time the dwarf can be found carousing with Jovias, drinking, chasing female satyrs, and regaling the russet-haired satyr bard with[I] his [/I]version of tales of the Stormriders’ adventures. Finally, after a single week had become [I]three[/I], without their notice, the companions finally convene privately to discuss what they really can do. The knowledge, from the female elf Selvarryn, who had become one of their personal attendants of the passed few weeks, that the Midwinter was nearly upon the world (despite the fact that any trace of winter was barely noted within Miralosta’s wooded borders) gave the companions a shock and impulse to really “get something done”. “We must truly consider, my friends, if we can dare to allow Tresahd the time and opportunity to regain his strength of arms.” Braddok pressed with more urgency. “If he can attack us here, with[I] demons[/I] no less, he can get to us anywhere, I suspect. Apparently, he still covets Alaria’s orb and sooner or later, he will get it. We must end him...” the Grinlian warrior continued. “Her.” Haelan corrected. “[I]Her,[/I] whatever!” Braddok amended with some annoyance. “He..er..she must be brought down for good or we will not have any peace.” “I am inclined to agree, Braddok. Though my own reasons have more to do with the disconcerting knowledge that the dragon continues to alter the Blanace by bringing demons into this world. With apparent ease.” Fen added. “We cannot allow such the abominations one foot upon Orea, lest the entirety of the Green be threatened.” “‘Bout that, “ Haelan piped in, “how did he get a demon in Buttercream in the first place?” The companions looked to each other with obvious concern. “I’ve been thinking about it and it doesn’t make sense.” The Hilltender continued. “I mean, we were here...Buttercream was with Fen...Tresahd was here too! He was fighting the elves while we were in Nor Gorthok...and that vulture-demon was trapped.” “Well, in all fairness, Haelan, I believe all vulture-demons appear the same...but it did seem to know us. So you may be correct.” Alaria added. “I’m with Braddok. We said we would have the dragon’s treasure. And we don’t have it yet.” Duor piped in. “Huzzah! To the dragon’s horde!” exclaimed Jovias from his seat behind Duor at the long oval table. The present Stormriders gave the satyr looks of irritation and raised eyebrows. Duor grinned but “shushed” his zealous henchman with a silent hand. ”My only concern is the Kalanaptra. I will gladly fight evil wherever it is encountered, but my primary duty is to the safety of the Windsoul and keeping its wielder from harm.” Pyrnion put in his two coppers. "A cause I am most deeply appreciative of my winged friend." Braddok added. “Due respect, Duor, but you are the one after the dragon’s treasure. The rest of us want to put an end to the dark evil menace threatening the whole of the realms.” Haelan said gently. “More or less, Haelan. I confess, the riches contained in Nor Gorthok will be of great use to me and my own cause...which I certainly hope I can count on the rest of you aid.” Braddok added. “Of course, Braddok!” Haelan quickly added. The daelvar seemed a little off-put that the swordsman would question that. “I just meant...” “Haelan may be correct. In all truthfulness, Buttercream wasn’t with me. She found me. And for her to make her way from as deep within the Feldmere to my location in Daenfrii...without magical help...would be nigh impossible.” “What is the last thing you remember before finding Fen, Buttercream?” Haelan asked the ferret. Why he hadn’t thought to do this in the passed 3 weeks did not cross his mind. *[I]Well, I was waiting for you under the great oak...and then she came and magiked us somewhere...and then I smelled Fen and there he was...and the greencloak magiked us here.[/I]* Buttercream said without apparently noticing that there was anything unusual about what she’d said. “She who?!” Haelan asked in alarm. *[I]Her...[/I]* Buttercream poked her pointy nose in Alaria’s direction, *[I]the magess.[/I] *[I]Would think she’d have the decency to bring me all the way here, herself. But I don’t mind the half-elf’s company...He listens sometimes.[/I]* Obviosuly finished with her testimony, the ferret turned and dug her nose through her pelt, along the side, at a persistant itch. Haelan relayed this, obviously confused. Alaria looked at the rest of the companions in apparent concern and confusion, as well. But Haelan, I was here...with you. We flew here from Bridgetower. Besides which, I do not possess anywhere near the power to magically teleport myself from place to place.” she said. “Hunh. That’s true.” Haelan answered. “Buttercream, are you sure it was Alaria?” *[I]It’s not enough you leave me hither and yon in hostile terriotires whenever you will, now you want to question my eyesight? It's better than yours...even in the dark![/I]* the ferret’s female voice was filled with incredulity. “No...I...I mean...But she was here...with me...She couldn’t’ve been two places at once." Casually scratching behind her ear before shaking her head very rapidly from side to side, Buttercream responded, *[I]I’ve not the reason nor care to explain it to you, Hilltender. I know what I know. I am of the natural world. What I say is what is so. And now...I’m hungry.[/I]* With that, the ferret turned in what could be interpretted by all present as a “huff” and scurried her way out of the open aired pavilion in which they were holding this meeting. before wandering too far, she turned her head and chittered one last thing. Then she disappeared into the thick brush. “What was that?” Pyrnion asked the daelvar who had turned back to the table with a blush. “She said not to go anywhere without her...'again.’” Haelan said, downcast with embarrassment. “I think sinister forces were at work.” Fen finally said after mulling things over. “Is it not so, magess, that the succubus demon can alter her shape?” “It is.” Alaria replied before understanding dawned on her. “As well as possessing powerful charms. The vile creature must have taken my shape to gain Buttercream’s confidence and then somehow charmed her or altered her memory to not know about the vulture-demon’s possession. Then brought her right to you...” “And [I]I[/I] brought the abomination right to[I] us[/I].” Fen said as he slammed his fist into the table in apparent frustration and anger that he could be so easily manipulated. “But I was sent here by one of my own order...unless...” “Any shape, Fen. A succubus can appear as whomever they like. Have you since heard tell of the druid you met and sent you here?” Alaria asked. The half-elf druid confessed he had not. “I am a fool.” “Nonsense, friend Fen.” Braddok now interjected. “The wiles of a demoness are not lightly seen noticed nor pierced. It could have happened to any of us.” Fen nodded his hooded head in reluctant agreement. “So...[I]Where[/I] are we going now?” Duor said with some impatience. [B][I]Next...still more questions than answers in "Birds and Ballgowns?"[/I][/B] [/QUOTE]
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