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<blockquote data-quote="DoctorB" data-source="post: 273794" data-attributes="member: 903"><p>The man could have been Liana’s brother. Dark skin and golden eyes framed by black hair. Though his ears were slightly pointed he exhibited Stredan as well as Tolnan blood. He wore only a simple brown robe and carried nothing but the silver disk holy symbol around his neck.</p><p></p><p>“My name is Olemar,” he said. Welcome to the opposition.”</p><p></p><p>It was a very strange camp. Even the few semi-permanent buildings, like the wooden house the man led them to looked rapidly erected. Most people seemed to live in tents and lean-tos scattered around a central clearing. The strangeness came not from the settlement, but from its inhabitants. Swarthy human Stredans worked side by side with willowy Tolnan elves.</p><p></p><p>Leading them into his home, Olemar brought one of the wood elves with him, a young man with piercing eyes.</p><p>“This is Hevian,” he said. “Now, I am sure there is much you want to know about our little movement and I want to hear what you have seen on the warfront.”</p><p></p><p>They talked for some time. Hevian interjected sometimes with a frustrated comment about his people or the Stredans. Most of the time as the Champions told their story, he sat quietly, seemingly deep in thought. Olemar seemed interested in every detail. As a priest of the River, he desired balance between Tolnans and Stredans and the end of senseless destruction and warfare.</p><p></p><p>Hevian told the Champions that the Tolnans were weakened because of a strange corruption of the Heart Oak, a tree that strengthened and defended wood elves. The Champions looked at each other. Balzar had bragged about approaching the Tolnan ‘center of power.’ For a time he sat again, brow furrowed.</p><p></p><p>Finally, Hevian seemed to come to a decision and stood up.</p><p>“I will guide you into Tolna,” he said. “I know a way that should get you to the Heart Oak without being killed by my people. They see no victory in this conflict but are determined to go down fighting.”</p><p></p><p>After discussing it for a moment, the Champions resolved that they had to restore the Tolnans to their former strength before trying to overthrow the Stredan general.</p><p></p><p>As the party prepared to leave Olemar’s camp, a great tree seemed to separate itself from the woods and approach the priest. No, not a tree, but very tree-like. This must be one of the tree herders, the Treants. It towered over them, its mighty limbs moving easily through the forest. What a terrible enemy it would be.</p><p></p><p>“<strong><span style="color: green">I cannot stay with you any longer, Olemar,</span></strong>” the echoing voice boomed. “<strong><span style="color: green">The Stredans have slain too many of my flock and I will not stand for it any longer.</span></strong>”</p><p></p><p>“I am sorry to hear that, my friend,” the half-elf responded. “Return to us when you are again ready for peace.”</p><p></p><p>The Champions spent the night among the peace-party before starting into Tolna. Hevian would take them on a roundabout path away from the fighting in hopes of avoiding most patrols.</p><p>In the foggy morning, they started into the xenophobic kingdom</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="DoctorB, post: 273794, member: 903"] The man could have been Liana’s brother. Dark skin and golden eyes framed by black hair. Though his ears were slightly pointed he exhibited Stredan as well as Tolnan blood. He wore only a simple brown robe and carried nothing but the silver disk holy symbol around his neck. “My name is Olemar,” he said. Welcome to the opposition.” It was a very strange camp. Even the few semi-permanent buildings, like the wooden house the man led them to looked rapidly erected. Most people seemed to live in tents and lean-tos scattered around a central clearing. The strangeness came not from the settlement, but from its inhabitants. Swarthy human Stredans worked side by side with willowy Tolnan elves. Leading them into his home, Olemar brought one of the wood elves with him, a young man with piercing eyes. “This is Hevian,” he said. “Now, I am sure there is much you want to know about our little movement and I want to hear what you have seen on the warfront.” They talked for some time. Hevian interjected sometimes with a frustrated comment about his people or the Stredans. Most of the time as the Champions told their story, he sat quietly, seemingly deep in thought. Olemar seemed interested in every detail. As a priest of the River, he desired balance between Tolnans and Stredans and the end of senseless destruction and warfare. Hevian told the Champions that the Tolnans were weakened because of a strange corruption of the Heart Oak, a tree that strengthened and defended wood elves. The Champions looked at each other. Balzar had bragged about approaching the Tolnan ‘center of power.’ For a time he sat again, brow furrowed. Finally, Hevian seemed to come to a decision and stood up. “I will guide you into Tolna,” he said. “I know a way that should get you to the Heart Oak without being killed by my people. They see no victory in this conflict but are determined to go down fighting.” After discussing it for a moment, the Champions resolved that they had to restore the Tolnans to their former strength before trying to overthrow the Stredan general. As the party prepared to leave Olemar’s camp, a great tree seemed to separate itself from the woods and approach the priest. No, not a tree, but very tree-like. This must be one of the tree herders, the Treants. It towered over them, its mighty limbs moving easily through the forest. What a terrible enemy it would be. “[b][color=green]I cannot stay with you any longer, Olemar,[/color][/b]” the echoing voice boomed. “[b][color=green]The Stredans have slain too many of my flock and I will not stand for it any longer.[/color][/b]” “I am sorry to hear that, my friend,” the half-elf responded. “Return to us when you are again ready for peace.” The Champions spent the night among the peace-party before starting into Tolna. Hevian would take them on a roundabout path away from the fighting in hopes of avoiding most patrols. In the foggy morning, they started into the xenophobic kingdom [/QUOTE]
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