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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Myth and Legend" data-source="post: 5370696" data-attributes="member: 82679">The woman claps her hands and growls at Molak:"You don't simply waste my time and leave! - she pauses and bursts out in laughter. - You were supposed to ask with more passion. I should have tested you. Or sent you on a quest! HAHAH!  - she suddenly sits on the edge of her desk, her smooth skinned left  hip being revealed by the short skirted robe. The Simbul's face seems  suddenly sad, emotions mixing too quickly in her to leave a lasting  impression. - Mystra is dead, and I have no time. If you are sincere I  will give you my support. I know Elminster has someone else in mind but  talking to him will be nigh on impossible right now. Unless you can lay  Mythals and are unaffected by age."She pauses and reveals a small orb, brimming with magic. It is blue in  colour and the size of a quail egg. Molak suddenly feels compelled to  utter only the truth. "Nice little trinket. So now, If you want to  join this endeavor you have to prove yourself. But not to anyone - to me!  Go to the Red Wizards, learn what they are planning. Tell me what their  position is. What do you think Molak?"[sblock]The artifact makes it impossible for anyone to lie within 30 feet as an emanation. There is no save offered[/sblock]*** The Elf nods and signals the others to stand down. He urges Grandfather  along and soon they enter the well light camp. The tents are emerald  green and light orange, leaves and vines woven in with golden strings in  typical Elven fashion. There is a lot of activity about, possibly  because the Elves do not need to sleep as humans do. Soon the Druid is  brought to a large tent and after a few minutes of waiting he is urged  to enter.Inside he finds two women, one human with a golden flowing mane and watery blue eyes, dressed in a comfortable traveler's grab of earthly colors and wearing a pedant bearing the crest of the Emerald Enclave. She seems vibrant and alive, healthy and very serene, but with a spark in her The woman is sitting cross legged on the floor, which is covered by a lavish rug depicting an Even city hidden in an ancient forest.Next to her, on a pile of small silk pillows, purple and red in colour, sits a frail looking Elven woman. She is pale but glowing with arcane energy, and her long shining black hair spills on the cushions behind her. She is dressed in an exquisite silk garment the colour of autumn leaves, and wears fine rings and a beautiful silver necklace. Next to her lies a greatsword of almost inappropriate size compared to the frail Elf, with  leaves and vines carved into its surface and with knotwork on the hilt.The air inside the tent smells of fresh field flowers and burning incense and both occupants are sipping a hot beverage from delicate porcelain cups."... and so it would be most dangerous should one wander off to the wrong stream..." - the golden haired human stops abruptly and stares at Grandfather. The Elven woman raises her eyes, a serene and comforting aura of peace around her.The Elvish guard bows deeply and introduces Grandfather in Elven.[sblock=Elven]"My Qeen, I am sorry to interrupt your meeting, I was expecting the lady Deepcrest to be alone. This man wandered into camp and has asked to speak to your guest as one nature-priest to another."[/sblock]The woman nods and lays her cup on a small table on the side, smiling faintly and urging Grandfather onward with her delicate hand. "Please join us, and excuse my people's wariness. In these troubled times one has to be twice as vigilant, least we be caught unaware by the future. I am Amlaruil Moonflower, Queen of Evermeet and this is Shinthala Deepcrest, member of the Elder Circle of the Emerald Enclave and chosen of Silvanus."The Queen announces her and her companion's titles casually, as if she were discussing methods for baking pies. Shinthala moves and stares at the Elf for a moment as she speaks about her being a Chosen of the nature God Silvanus. It is not exactly a secret, but she apparently does not like to see mention of this. As the Chosen of all the Seldarine however, Amlaruil seems unimpressed or simply chooses not to notice.[sblock]Gave you a bit of DC0 knowledge in the description. Voda you already should know that the Simbul is a Chosen of Mystra from your read <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />BTW this is turning out to be an all-girls party lol this was not my intention. It turns out that predominantly the high rollers in the FR are females haha.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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