[Adventure]: Shards of Eldanarth (DM: MadAzolin, Judge: ??)

[jbear]

Kane had been holding his tongue the entire time, but at Vermitrax's continued choice of a the conditional auxilliary verb 'would', he can hold it no longer. Whatever degree of politeness it might add to the request, it did not serve them to place trust in one so flighty as this swamp imp using such imprecise wording. "M-mad. M-madness indeed. I-ins-sanity. B-but if a p-polite request is w-what you seek, w-we no longer n-need to p-play this g-game. I h-have a p-polite request of my own. B-but what rudeness t-to ask anything f-from one whose n-name we ignore. P-please, N-nymph of the T-troll S-swamp, Mistress of R-riddles, t-tell us your n-name s-so we can p-properly address you. And b-before we ask, t-tell us, b-before w-we make our r-request, what c-can w-we do f-for you? To p-please you? T-to am-m-muse you?" Sweat drips from Kane's forehead, the effort to speak so clearly shown upon his features.

 

[MadAzolin]

Creature looks at Vermithrax with curious gaze: "Hmm... did you ask nicely enough... I wonder... Yes, I will indulge you, grim companion of our stinky champion"
Hearing Kane's comments, she turns to him: "You ask for my name, yet I already gave my answer to grim one. Question for question, such is the game, anything else
would be cheating, don't you agree? Sure you do <giggle>. So question I must ask and you must answer before I can answer yours:
'Servant tiny at my birthplace,
yet down below one of great might,
I serve true be it day or night,
Yet if storms furious anger me,
I shall bring my masters blight;

For eternity I will serve if need be,
Hauling burdens over weeping earth,
Yet no master will ever force me
to return to the place of my birth'"

 

[Voda Vosa]

Vermitrax nods and makes a flourish bow to the fey lady "Thank you, oh gracious one" , before taking a few steps towards Kane. "A hard one. I believe the answer is river, alas I might be wrong..."

 

[jbear]

Kane nods in agreement towards Vermitrax. "A r-river" he stutters.

 

[MetaVoid]

"Good thinking." agress Cyr

OOC: Just to let you know I'm still here

 

[MadAzolin]

"A River of life flows, ever going in the circle, not like the river from our riddle <giggle>. Autumn is coming, our stinky champion and this realm will change... for better or worse? Who knows.
As for you warrior who speaks in strange voice, I have no name as you do in your bleak realms; My name is ray of sunlight in the Swamp of Tears, scent of flowers in rot of the marsh... but you can call me 'A-naai'Loth' "

"I said I will keep you safe from The Hunters till the moon sets and so I shall, come bleak things from shadowy realm, I know the place where you will be safe"

Creature beckons you and starts walking slowly. Barrier of thorns and vines around party sinks back into the marsh from which it arose...

 

[Voda Vosa]

With an "After you" gesture to Kane, Vermitrax readily follows the fey creature. "Gratitude, 'Ray of sunlight in the Swamp of Tears, scent of flowers in rot of the marsh'" he proclaims, his voice like the that of the silver tongue diplomats of the Empire.

 

[Neurotic]

"From the frying pan into the fire."
Martelai makes certain that everyone passes him by as he murmurs to them
"Do not eat or drink anything offered in fey lands especially from fey like her."
He then follows the group, last in line.

 

[jbear]

"This p-place you take is. H-how f-far is it f-from the e-edge of the S-swamp, A-an-nai'l-le ... An-n-nai ?" stammers Kane as he begins following the others, unable to pronounce the fey's given name.

 

[MadAzolin]

"It is just here round the corner <giggle>". Smiling to herself, creature leads companions through the marsh, navigating across mud and through thick vegetation with surprising ease. It seems that she either knows this place and its secret paths really well or has some way of convincing marshland to let her pass. Fortunately, it seems to extend to party as well as no problems are encountered on the way.
After short and uneventful walk, creature stops in what appears to be small clearing in the marsh on miniature hill, reasonably free of mud and encircled by five arches of ancient looking stone blocks , well overgrown by thorned vines of sinister appearance.
Enormous willow tree is in the clearing's center, its branches overhanging entire area and small pond of water with peculiar emerald glow surrounds the tree.
"Welcome to my humble adobe my stinky champion, feel free to make yourself at home. I would offer you fine wine and fine meal, but alas I do not eat as you do, so unfortunately I can offer you little more then clean water, dry place to rest and joy of my company. By the Old Laws and new ones, by Her Will, you are my guests now, and no harm shall be done to you under the shield of Crying Willow, such is The Way so shall It be". Finishing the sentence, creature takes unusually serious look as she eyes companions one by one before making curious sign with her left hand. After finishing, she relexes and giggles again before dancing off and sitting on rotting stump of some long dead tree overgrown by glowing moss...