Gentlemen, I'd like everyone to choose a color for their speech, and please let it be something that I can read against the dark background. I'll be reserving sandy brown for NPCs. Any player thoughts should go in itallics. Anything having to do with specific out-of-character comments (that don't merit a longer discussion in the OOC thread) should go at the bottom of your post in small size print.
Like so:
Do feel free to make your descriptions of your character and your character's actions and thoughts as elaborate as you wish. Pretend you're writing a story. You're not going to be stealing anyone's "face time" by taking time to describe things because of the medium we're using, so if you want to get verbose, get verbose!
Heroes of Earth and Sky
Clonz - Dristun Sikun Noba [NG Male Halfling Cleric 4 of Ehlonna]
DwarfLover - Durak Bolgrin [CG Male Dwarf Fighter 4]
cypar7 - Sylarin Farseer [NG Male Human Rogue 4]
Feldegast - Blitzen G Firkinfilcher [NG Male Halfling Rogue 4]
NPC - Lirelle Amakiir - [CG Female Elf Sorcerer 4 with goshawk familiar Sursha]
And now our story begins...
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The home of Rudare, treant of Iber, is a grove of young redwoods around a small, crystal-clear spring. Young, that is, only a few hundred feet above your head, rather than the thousands of feet of the elder trees that make up much of Taruman. The ground here is thick with moss and ferns, soft to recline upon. There is not much to complain about in your surroundings, which is probably what Rudare intended. Twice in the last few years you have worked with the treant Rudare, running down a rogue druid who had escaped from the justice of his circle on one occasion, and stalking the source of a plant-blight to a cursed tree watered by the blood of a murder victim in another. Though Rudare was not precisely friendly (he resented having to bring in "fleshies" to accomplish what he could not) he respected your skills.
And here he is again, having sent out a message to meet you at this spring. For him to call upon you again so relatively soon, the need must be dire.
The tall treant rustled his leafy limbs impatiently as you all find a comfortable place to sit, stand, or recline, then draws himself up to his full height. A shaft of errant sun strikes his crown at the right angle, gilding the treant in brass and gold as he begins to speak.
"I have received poor news. Many years ago I spread my seeds far and wide so that they would take root in more distant places. So that they would spread my kind out into the world, as is the duty of my people. This year, the children should have come home. They came from the north, and the west, and the east, but not the south. Ill news has come of the south, says other fleshies I know, of caravans that have disappeared, of travelers that vanish, of animals that are never seen again...
"Of other poor news, I hear of moles and groundhogs leaving their burrows because of strangeness, of trees toppling or dying, of odd things appearing. All in the south. Something strange is happening, and my children have not come home. I ask you, those who have no roots, to go south and find why my children have not come home. I have too many to tend to here to go myself."
The treant pauses and tilts its head to the side.
"Would you do this thing? The seeds of Rudare would be greatful, and I would grant you a growing reward."
OOC: You guys go ahead and describe your character, what he looks like and whatnot, and ask any further questions/make any comments you want/need to. Rudare doesn't necessarily mind questions, and because a treant's mind works differently than a humanoid, sometimes he doesn't think to mention something until you ask him about it.
Like so:
Minus the quote tags of course.
Do feel free to make your descriptions of your character and your character's actions and thoughts as elaborate as you wish. Pretend you're writing a story. You're not going to be stealing anyone's "face time" by taking time to describe things because of the medium we're using, so if you want to get verbose, get verbose!
Heroes of Earth and Sky
Clonz - Dristun Sikun Noba [NG Male Halfling Cleric 4 of Ehlonna]
DwarfLover - Durak Bolgrin [CG Male Dwarf Fighter 4]
cypar7 - Sylarin Farseer [NG Male Human Rogue 4]
Feldegast - Blitzen G Firkinfilcher [NG Male Halfling Rogue 4]
NPC - Lirelle Amakiir - [CG Female Elf Sorcerer 4 with goshawk familiar Sursha]
And now our story begins...
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The home of Rudare, treant of Iber, is a grove of young redwoods around a small, crystal-clear spring. Young, that is, only a few hundred feet above your head, rather than the thousands of feet of the elder trees that make up much of Taruman. The ground here is thick with moss and ferns, soft to recline upon. There is not much to complain about in your surroundings, which is probably what Rudare intended. Twice in the last few years you have worked with the treant Rudare, running down a rogue druid who had escaped from the justice of his circle on one occasion, and stalking the source of a plant-blight to a cursed tree watered by the blood of a murder victim in another. Though Rudare was not precisely friendly (he resented having to bring in "fleshies" to accomplish what he could not) he respected your skills.
And here he is again, having sent out a message to meet you at this spring. For him to call upon you again so relatively soon, the need must be dire.
The tall treant rustled his leafy limbs impatiently as you all find a comfortable place to sit, stand, or recline, then draws himself up to his full height. A shaft of errant sun strikes his crown at the right angle, gilding the treant in brass and gold as he begins to speak.
"I have received poor news. Many years ago I spread my seeds far and wide so that they would take root in more distant places. So that they would spread my kind out into the world, as is the duty of my people. This year, the children should have come home. They came from the north, and the west, and the east, but not the south. Ill news has come of the south, says other fleshies I know, of caravans that have disappeared, of travelers that vanish, of animals that are never seen again...
"Of other poor news, I hear of moles and groundhogs leaving their burrows because of strangeness, of trees toppling or dying, of odd things appearing. All in the south. Something strange is happening, and my children have not come home. I ask you, those who have no roots, to go south and find why my children have not come home. I have too many to tend to here to go myself."
The treant pauses and tilts its head to the side.
"Would you do this thing? The seeds of Rudare would be greatful, and I would grant you a growing reward."
OOC: You guys go ahead and describe your character, what he looks like and whatnot, and ask any further questions/make any comments you want/need to. Rudare doesn't necessarily mind questions, and because a treant's mind works differently than a humanoid, sometimes he doesn't think to mention something until you ask him about it.
