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<blockquote data-quote="Rae ArdGaoth" data-source="post: 4198802" data-attributes="member: 21064"><p>Thallirae is kneeling next to Rinya, just about to wake her, when Lucien returns. She stands, relieved, and resumes the watch. Beyond the deer-wolf incident, nothing happens, and dawn comes.</p><p></p><p>The next morning, you make your final trek through the woods. All around you, the giant trees grow. The more nature savvy among you recognize them as oaks, though they are rather large for their species. The canopy, as before, is thick, and no direct sunlight reaches the forest floor. The ground is surprisingly clear here. Only grass and small weeds grow, with a few patches of hardy flowers and herbs. The larger plants, you guess, do not receive enough sunlight to survive.</p><p></p><p>Around noon, you smell something funny on the trail ahead. It smells like spoiled food, or a long dead corpse. Continuing on, you half expect to find a rotting carcass near the path, but the smell only gets stronger. Two hours past noon, the stench is pretty bad. You begin to notice many patches of small, light brown and white mushrooms, growing on the forest floor, sometimes extending up along the sides of trees.</p><p></p><p>Progressing ever onward, the odoriferous presence becomes even stronger. The mushroom patches have increased in both frequency and size, and you see some pretty large caps. A little further along the trail, the caps are humongous, they look large enough to provide cover in the rain. Upon closer examination, you realize that beneath the mushroom caps, the soft fins are blackened and rotting, exuding some kind of unnatural pus. The stench from the pus is absolutely rank.</p><p></p><p>Finally, just before dusk, you reach a large "clearing". It's a clearing in the traditional sense that it is a break in the trees, but instead of a grassy meadow, it is filled with truly colossal mushrooms. And all around the mushrooms, holes like windows have been cut out, and round wooden doors are set into the sides. There are about a dozen of the capped structures. </p><p></p><p>In the center of the mushroom grove is a circle of smaller toadstools, these ones of orange and yellow colors. And within the circle, no less than seven elven men and women lay sleeping.</p><p></p><p>Throughout the grove, there are several men and women and a single male gnome in white, loose-fitting cloths, sitting cross-legged in the grass with stern looks on their faces. Each person's eyes are covered with a colored leather blindfold, but nonetheless, a woman approaches you with confident steps. She is an elf.</p><p></p><p>She looks at your group and says, <span style="color: plum">"Greetings, travelers. I am Nhairi. We heard you coming. Thallirae, I recognized your voice among the others. It is good of you to visit, but we have... a dire situation."</span> Nhairi sniffs the air and cringes. The odor here is practically unbearable.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: plum">"This is the Wyrwood Monastery. We are an order of blind monks, living in harmony with nature, studying its ways in order to perfect our bodies. Times are bad, but there is time yet. Please, I would know your names from your own voices."</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Rae ArdGaoth, post: 4198802, member: 21064"] Thallirae is kneeling next to Rinya, just about to wake her, when Lucien returns. She stands, relieved, and resumes the watch. Beyond the deer-wolf incident, nothing happens, and dawn comes. The next morning, you make your final trek through the woods. All around you, the giant trees grow. The more nature savvy among you recognize them as oaks, though they are rather large for their species. The canopy, as before, is thick, and no direct sunlight reaches the forest floor. The ground is surprisingly clear here. Only grass and small weeds grow, with a few patches of hardy flowers and herbs. The larger plants, you guess, do not receive enough sunlight to survive. Around noon, you smell something funny on the trail ahead. It smells like spoiled food, or a long dead corpse. Continuing on, you half expect to find a rotting carcass near the path, but the smell only gets stronger. Two hours past noon, the stench is pretty bad. You begin to notice many patches of small, light brown and white mushrooms, growing on the forest floor, sometimes extending up along the sides of trees. Progressing ever onward, the odoriferous presence becomes even stronger. The mushroom patches have increased in both frequency and size, and you see some pretty large caps. A little further along the trail, the caps are humongous, they look large enough to provide cover in the rain. Upon closer examination, you realize that beneath the mushroom caps, the soft fins are blackened and rotting, exuding some kind of unnatural pus. The stench from the pus is absolutely rank. Finally, just before dusk, you reach a large "clearing". It's a clearing in the traditional sense that it is a break in the trees, but instead of a grassy meadow, it is filled with truly colossal mushrooms. And all around the mushrooms, holes like windows have been cut out, and round wooden doors are set into the sides. There are about a dozen of the capped structures. In the center of the mushroom grove is a circle of smaller toadstools, these ones of orange and yellow colors. And within the circle, no less than seven elven men and women lay sleeping. Throughout the grove, there are several men and women and a single male gnome in white, loose-fitting cloths, sitting cross-legged in the grass with stern looks on their faces. Each person's eyes are covered with a colored leather blindfold, but nonetheless, a woman approaches you with confident steps. She is an elf. She looks at your group and says, [color=plum]"Greetings, travelers. I am Nhairi. We heard you coming. Thallirae, I recognized your voice among the others. It is good of you to visit, but we have... a dire situation."[/color] Nhairi sniffs the air and cringes. The odor here is practically unbearable. [color=plum]"This is the Wyrwood Monastery. We are an order of blind monks, living in harmony with nature, studying its ways in order to perfect our bodies. Times are bad, but there is time yet. Please, I would know your names from your own voices."[/color] [/QUOTE]
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