Dawnforge - The True Kings

[unleashed]

Haedyn, Male Lowlander Spirit Adept

*Haedyn just looks on in shock as the woman clambers out of the tree, Riva hanging loosely in his hand.*

 

[Rystil Arden]

'Hmmm...fortunately my powers are effective on fey,' Ssiran thinks.

"Ho there, milady. We mean you no harm--in fact, if we can, we shall help you. Is there any way we might be of aid?"

(OOC: Diplomacy +22, and if that isn't enough naturally, add Psionic Charm augmented to affect Fey, followed by a Telempathic Projection, projecting peace and happiness)

 

[Starman]

Galen waves his hands furiously. "Drop the axe, Haeydn!" The elf continues, his voice softer. "Everybody be cautious. She is quite insane."

 

[unleashed]

Haedyn, Male Lowlander Spirit Adept

*Haedyn lets Riva fall at Galen’s insistance, though he makes sure the handle falls over his boot, so that he can try to flick the axe back to hand quickly with his foot, if needed.*

 

[Bront]

"The light have mercy child, perhaps we may help you with your wounds?" Solara offers cautiously.

 

[Widowmaker]

Sir Aravir thinks to himself 'I knew we should have looked at the tree a little closer.' Sir Aravir watches in amazement at the woman and her rantings thinking, 'this is not good.' He will slowly nudge his way forward.

OOC:
[sblock] If the woman takes any hostile actions Sir Aravir will attempt to Bull Rush the woman giving the others time to react. [/sblock]

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

'Hmmm...fortunately my powers are effective on fey,' Ssiran thinks.

"Ho there, milady. We mean you no harm--in fact, if we can, we shall help you. Is there any way we might be of aid?"

Ssrian's words, and the flow of his mental powers, seem to help. Her breathing slows to something normal, and her stance goes from an attack crouch to a simple wary tremble, especially after Haedyn drops his axe.

"The light have mercy child, perhaps we may help you with your wounds?" Solara offers cautiously.

"You... you didn't... No, you couldn't have. I didn't die... I was cast off the earth, thrown down the mountain. There was no axe... not until now. No... no axe none. My sisters, my sisters... they burned. From underneath, the ground was hot, I was cut off, I couldn't eat, couldn't drink, could barely breathe! I was burned too, but wasn't dead, not like them. There was something in the earth... I had to drink... this..." here she runs her hand over the blood staining the trunk, "before I couldn't drink anymore. My wounds... wound? I am not wounded. My sisters are dead, killed by the earth, the blood and fire in the earth, it killed us, it cast us out, I saw my sisters burned!" she cries the last and collapses to the ground weeping.

Dalart goes from pale to the color of alabaster at her words. "Mordrin's Hammer! The fire giants! There are fire giants rising under the earth where she was!"

 

[Bront]

Solara will follow the trunk to it's base, checking to see how it was felled.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Fire giants, all the way in these lands? Alharra's mercy, that is dire news indeed! My friends, we must stop these fire giants before they ravage the lands and their people even more than they have. Perhaps if we destroy them first, we can find a local shaman somewhere who can help replant the lady's tree and restore it to health."

 

[Bront]

Solara nods, "The fire giants wield the power of the flame like a toy, with no respect to it's power or it's origin. Such creatures must be stoped, or educated."