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<blockquote data-quote="Hairy Minotaur" data-source="post: 1813749" data-attributes="member: 11574"><p>"What do you make of this Valriand?" Celeior the elven elder asked, handing his Minister of City Defenses, the letter brought in earlier by Benat. </p><p></p><p>"Either is true and we have spies among us, or someone wants us to believe that it's true. I do not believe it to be a joke." Valriand replies </p><p></p><p>"Hmm, yes, and what do you think of this group of freelancers?" Celeior asks "Very odd for elves to be associated with giants don't you think?" </p><p></p><p>"I agree, although they have behaved themselves thus far, it's the minotaur I am most worried about. He shows up and three days later we receive this news of a minotaur clan close to us. Seems a little too convenient." Valriand replies </p><p></p><p>"What are your recommendations?" the elder asks </p><p></p><p>"Well, you excellency, the advance scouts should be arriving at the meeting spot within the hour, the initial report is that the forest seems apprehensive. We suspect to find something, and we expect it to be dealt with. A plan of this magnitude would show a level of organization that is just not present in ogres or goblins. If there is an ambush force, then I will be most concerned with finding the driving force behind it, for it certainly is not the ogre." Valriand replies </p><p></p><p>"I agree, hopefully we will find it to be some minor distraction." Celeior </p><p>responds looking out at the party and watching Benat and Paquito get into an argument. The elder's eyes then fall upon Maermon, "This one, the tall elf. He is more than fey, his appearance is more chiseled than any elf I've ever seen." </p><p></p><p>"The mages are almost certain it's giant's blood, which may help to explain the presence of the giants themselves." Valriand replies </p><p></p><p>"They planned on looking into that abandoned human fort northwest of us, perhaps we should see what they bring back?" Celeior inquires </p><p></p><p>"I would feel a lot safer knowing their intentions before it gets over their head. I don't want them thrown in the water only to find out they knew how to swim all along." Valriand replies </p><p></p><p>"Then Elreth has agreed?" The elder asks </p><p></p><p>"No, and neither did Silaior. The job rests with Finrod, but I believe any of them would have made a fine choice." Valriand answers </p><p></p><p>"Finrod? I thought he had given up on returning to the wandering ways?" Says the elder </p><p></p><p>"It was not an easy choice, but I do think his added heritage will fit in nicely with the group." Valriand replies </p><p></p><p>"That may come back to bite us, you're giving an outcast the chance to be with people he would most fit in with." Celeior comments </p><p></p><p>"Finrod will be an outcast either way, he has the manners of the giants and the grace of an elf. I should say that he will grate on both races." The minister responds "He will be ready by their return, if such a thing occurs." </p><p></p><p>"Don't you find it odd that Master Luinphayl has taken on the minotaur as his pupil? Especially in light of the revelation that the minotaurs are in league with the ogre?" Celeior asks</p><p></p><p>"I am also told that he has forsaken all other students, excepting the minotaur of course. I do think that is a most unwise decision during this time." Valriand answers</p><p></p><p>"I do too, please pay our esteemed sage a visit and state our concerns. I'm sure Luinphayl will adjust as needed." Celeior says with a smile as Valriand bows and exits.</p><p></p><p>The following day the party returns with the body of Maermon and the head of the minotaur they killed. Benat takes the minotaur head to the temple and asks that they converse with it's spirit to see if it is named Tauranous. Nameroc takes Maermon's body to the temple to inquire as to the cost of a resurrection. </p><p></p><p>The priests perform an augury and relate to Nameroc that the spirit of Maermon has joined with that of the world. He is now free to fulfill his destiny. Saddened at the loss of life yet pleased that Maermon's soul is now one with nature, Nameroc tells the party that, while the priests could perform the ceremony, Maermon has elected to move on. Benat learns that the minotaur's name was Boventius, not Tauranous. </p><p></p><p>Valriand comes and takes possession of Mearmon's corpse. He tells the party that his elven made gifts will be returned from whence they came, but his foreign possessions the party may have. </p><p></p><p>"His chain shirt, longsword and bow along with most of his arrows, shall be returned to the world, for it is with the world's blessing that these gifts were received." Valriand explains </p><p></p><p>"What about his sword?" Benat asks </p><p></p><p>"You may take that, it is not of elven make. As are all of his coins, they too are not of elven make. Take them if you wish." Valriand states </p><p></p><p>Benat divvies up the coins, and accepts possession of Maermon's greatsword, and the party turns to take their leave of Valriand. </p><p></p><p>"There is one other piece of business I would like to discuss." Valriand says, as he motions for a middle-aged elf dressed in armor made from leaves to step forward.</p><p></p><p>*********************************************************************************</p><p></p><p>"Master this note has arrived from Valriand, it was addressed as urgent." </p><p></p><p>"Thank you. You may return to your studies child." Luinphayl takes the letter from the student and walks back behind his desk.</p><p></p><p>The elderly elf steadies himself with a weathered staff as he slowly lowers himself down into his chair made from an old cherry tree. Luinphayl studies the wax seal for any irregularities as a habit of precaution, satisfied that it is authentic, the elf breaks the seal and folds open the letter. </p><p></p><p>Luinphayl studies the note intently, a look of astonishment appears on his face. Setting the letter down on his desk, Luinphayl leans back in his chair, the creaking of the wood startles some hummingbirds who were feeding on nectarine blossoms on the far corner of the sage's desk. Luinphayl stared blankly as the hummingbirds returned to the small fruit tree, lost in thought Luinphayl contemplated the difficult decision that would come next. </p><p></p><p>The minotaur was definitely talented in arcane arts, but had yet to master herbalism failing miserably both times he had taken the test. Luinphayl wondered if he had been wrong about the minotaur, he had seen talented elven sorcerers throw away their careers because they could not grasp this concept or that concept, some even failed because they simply would not practice. The arrogance of the elven race showing through as those students simply wanted the power but not the control. </p><p></p><p>The elven sage sat back upright in his chair, the creaking disturbing the hummingbirds once again. Luinphayl retrieved a parchment from a drawer and placed it on his desk. He took the letter form Valriand and crumpled it up in his hands, and fed it to a special pitcher plant that fed on plant material, ensuring a natural cycle of things. Luinphayl stretched and flexed his tired fingers, then begin to pen a letter of his own. As he did so, Luinphayl became wrapped up in the emotions of his letter. His hands took on a grayish tint and his fingernails became more like claws than nails, his once green eyes glossed over a dull red. </p><p></p><p>He caught himself, and smiled with a dagger filled maw. With nary a thought he reversed the transformation and replaced Luinphayl's features. </p><p></p><p>*knock* *knock* </p><p></p><p>"Enter." Luinphayl announced</p><p></p><p>"Sir, today's dues." a lithe young elven male presented Luinphayl a satchel filled with the dues of students who had paid them that day.</p><p></p><p>"Yes, very well." Luinphayl said as the messenger took his leave. "Oh, one more thing if you would be so kind." </p><p></p><p>"Of course Master Luinphayl." </p><p></p><p>"Please have this letter delivered to Paquito when he arrives back in the town." Luinphayl hands over the letter and the elf bows and exits.</p><p></p><p>Luinphayl walked over to a window that faced back towards the town, he pondered whether he would let Celeior see his true form before Luinphayl cut the elder's life from him, or whether he would wait until the elder's last breath was leaving and then reveal the grayish alien features of the doppelganger to him then. Decisions to make and preparations to complete, Luinphayl grabbed his walking staff and headed out to give Valriand his reply personally.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hairy Minotaur, post: 1813749, member: 11574"] "What do you make of this Valriand?" Celeior the elven elder asked, handing his Minister of City Defenses, the letter brought in earlier by Benat. "Either is true and we have spies among us, or someone wants us to believe that it's true. I do not believe it to be a joke." Valriand replies "Hmm, yes, and what do you think of this group of freelancers?" Celeior asks "Very odd for elves to be associated with giants don't you think?" "I agree, although they have behaved themselves thus far, it's the minotaur I am most worried about. He shows up and three days later we receive this news of a minotaur clan close to us. Seems a little too convenient." Valriand replies "What are your recommendations?" the elder asks "Well, you excellency, the advance scouts should be arriving at the meeting spot within the hour, the initial report is that the forest seems apprehensive. We suspect to find something, and we expect it to be dealt with. A plan of this magnitude would show a level of organization that is just not present in ogres or goblins. If there is an ambush force, then I will be most concerned with finding the driving force behind it, for it certainly is not the ogre." Valriand replies "I agree, hopefully we will find it to be some minor distraction." Celeior responds looking out at the party and watching Benat and Paquito get into an argument. The elder's eyes then fall upon Maermon, "This one, the tall elf. He is more than fey, his appearance is more chiseled than any elf I've ever seen." "The mages are almost certain it's giant's blood, which may help to explain the presence of the giants themselves." Valriand replies "They planned on looking into that abandoned human fort northwest of us, perhaps we should see what they bring back?" Celeior inquires "I would feel a lot safer knowing their intentions before it gets over their head. I don't want them thrown in the water only to find out they knew how to swim all along." Valriand replies "Then Elreth has agreed?" The elder asks "No, and neither did Silaior. The job rests with Finrod, but I believe any of them would have made a fine choice." Valriand answers "Finrod? I thought he had given up on returning to the wandering ways?" Says the elder "It was not an easy choice, but I do think his added heritage will fit in nicely with the group." Valriand replies "That may come back to bite us, you're giving an outcast the chance to be with people he would most fit in with." Celeior comments "Finrod will be an outcast either way, he has the manners of the giants and the grace of an elf. I should say that he will grate on both races." The minister responds "He will be ready by their return, if such a thing occurs." "Don't you find it odd that Master Luinphayl has taken on the minotaur as his pupil? Especially in light of the revelation that the minotaurs are in league with the ogre?" Celeior asks "I am also told that he has forsaken all other students, excepting the minotaur of course. I do think that is a most unwise decision during this time." Valriand answers "I do too, please pay our esteemed sage a visit and state our concerns. I'm sure Luinphayl will adjust as needed." Celeior says with a smile as Valriand bows and exits. The following day the party returns with the body of Maermon and the head of the minotaur they killed. Benat takes the minotaur head to the temple and asks that they converse with it's spirit to see if it is named Tauranous. Nameroc takes Maermon's body to the temple to inquire as to the cost of a resurrection. The priests perform an augury and relate to Nameroc that the spirit of Maermon has joined with that of the world. He is now free to fulfill his destiny. Saddened at the loss of life yet pleased that Maermon's soul is now one with nature, Nameroc tells the party that, while the priests could perform the ceremony, Maermon has elected to move on. Benat learns that the minotaur's name was Boventius, not Tauranous. Valriand comes and takes possession of Mearmon's corpse. He tells the party that his elven made gifts will be returned from whence they came, but his foreign possessions the party may have. "His chain shirt, longsword and bow along with most of his arrows, shall be returned to the world, for it is with the world's blessing that these gifts were received." Valriand explains "What about his sword?" Benat asks "You may take that, it is not of elven make. As are all of his coins, they too are not of elven make. Take them if you wish." Valriand states Benat divvies up the coins, and accepts possession of Maermon's greatsword, and the party turns to take their leave of Valriand. "There is one other piece of business I would like to discuss." Valriand says, as he motions for a middle-aged elf dressed in armor made from leaves to step forward. ********************************************************************************* "Master this note has arrived from Valriand, it was addressed as urgent." "Thank you. You may return to your studies child." Luinphayl takes the letter from the student and walks back behind his desk. The elderly elf steadies himself with a weathered staff as he slowly lowers himself down into his chair made from an old cherry tree. Luinphayl studies the wax seal for any irregularities as a habit of precaution, satisfied that it is authentic, the elf breaks the seal and folds open the letter. Luinphayl studies the note intently, a look of astonishment appears on his face. Setting the letter down on his desk, Luinphayl leans back in his chair, the creaking of the wood startles some hummingbirds who were feeding on nectarine blossoms on the far corner of the sage's desk. Luinphayl stared blankly as the hummingbirds returned to the small fruit tree, lost in thought Luinphayl contemplated the difficult decision that would come next. The minotaur was definitely talented in arcane arts, but had yet to master herbalism failing miserably both times he had taken the test. Luinphayl wondered if he had been wrong about the minotaur, he had seen talented elven sorcerers throw away their careers because they could not grasp this concept or that concept, some even failed because they simply would not practice. The arrogance of the elven race showing through as those students simply wanted the power but not the control. The elven sage sat back upright in his chair, the creaking disturbing the hummingbirds once again. Luinphayl retrieved a parchment from a drawer and placed it on his desk. He took the letter form Valriand and crumpled it up in his hands, and fed it to a special pitcher plant that fed on plant material, ensuring a natural cycle of things. Luinphayl stretched and flexed his tired fingers, then begin to pen a letter of his own. As he did so, Luinphayl became wrapped up in the emotions of his letter. His hands took on a grayish tint and his fingernails became more like claws than nails, his once green eyes glossed over a dull red. He caught himself, and smiled with a dagger filled maw. With nary a thought he reversed the transformation and replaced Luinphayl's features. *knock* *knock* "Enter." Luinphayl announced "Sir, today's dues." a lithe young elven male presented Luinphayl a satchel filled with the dues of students who had paid them that day. "Yes, very well." Luinphayl said as the messenger took his leave. "Oh, one more thing if you would be so kind." "Of course Master Luinphayl." "Please have this letter delivered to Paquito when he arrives back in the town." Luinphayl hands over the letter and the elf bows and exits. Luinphayl walked over to a window that faced back towards the town, he pondered whether he would let Celeior see his true form before Luinphayl cut the elder's life from him, or whether he would wait until the elder's last breath was leaving and then reveal the grayish alien features of the doppelganger to him then. Decisions to make and preparations to complete, Luinphayl grabbed his walking staff and headed out to give Valriand his reply personally. [/QUOTE]
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