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<blockquote data-quote="Drusilia Nailo" data-source="post: 220595" data-attributes="member: 2062"><p><strong>The Village of Joyal</strong></p><p></p><p>Ivae set his jaw when he first noticed the carrion birds swooping over the village up ahead. He glanced at his companion, gesturing. </p><p> Aelric scowled, and muttered, “Vultures,” in the same tone of voice that he usually reserved for evil creatures.</p><p> The two rode on, dreading the sights that they would be met with. Both wondered, silently, whether the orcs had slain the entire village, or if they’d taken some prisoners that would need to be saved.</p><p> They were pleasantly surprised at what they found. There were piked heads on the outer gates of the village...but they were orc, not human. One rather tenacious vulture balanced, clinging, to a head It clutched the ragged clumps of hair with its claws, as it feasted on the flesh. Despite these grisly yet positive signs, the village appeared to be deserted. There was no chimney smoke, no one in the streets. However, as Aelric and Ivae rode their horses down the main street, they could see faces in the windows, anxiously peering out at them.</p><p> It wasn’t long before a tall, middle-aged woman left a yard, and stood before them in the street. She was dressed most peculiarly, with her body barely covered, except for a loincloth made of soft fur, and a heavy bear skin cloak that was left to hang loosely down her back. In her hair was an ornamental headpiece, which consisted of the antlers from a very large buck. It was clear to both men, most especially Ivae, that this woman was a druid. That would make her one of the few remaining worshippers of the Mother left in the land.</p><p> She nodded to them, her eyes wary. “Welcome to Joyal,” she said. “I wish that we could give you better welcome, but you both appear to be men of the world. You know what we are up against. Still. You can leave your mounts in the yard, where they’ll be tended to. If you’re going to be riding through the area, you should at least know what is going on.”</p><p> Ivae climbed smoothly off of his horse, nodding to the woman. Aelric took a bit longer, easing his aching bones to a standing position on the ground. “Mother,” he said, taking a risk that she was old enough to have that rather laudable title. “We have come on orders from the King.” He relaxed visibly when she silently accepted the title that he had given her.</p><p> She only nodded, and led the two through the yard, and into the house. “As you probably already understand, druids are not at their happiest while living in a village. But they need us right now, to defend them against the orcs.” She narrowed her eyes, looking at Aelric. “Has the king sent you to help protect the village against their attacks?”</p><p> Both Aelric and Ivae shook their heads. Aelric offered a reply, carefuly, “No, not as such, although rest assured that he will receive a full report when we are finished.”</p><p> The antlered druid nodded again. “Alright. I’ll tell you what is going on then, so that you can either do something about it or report back.</p><p> Once upon a time, as you well know, this was a peaceful area. The Maiden’s Tears lake seemed to keep the area around it purified, and many believed that the lake was where the innocence of the goddess pooled, upon her death.”</p><p> Ivae, very familiar with the story, nodded. “Yes, that is well known throughout the forest,” he said politely, waiting for more.</p><p> The woman sighed. “The guardian of the lake has been, for as long as three generations can remember, the mermaid named Miala. She has special ties with the land... we believe getting many of her powers from it as we druids do.”</p><p> Aelric’s brows slid upwards in surprise, but he held his silence.</p><p> “In short, she has been corrupted. By a demon named Arust.”</p><p> Aelric’s head shot up, and he glared at the woman. “Arust?” He turned, meeting Ivae’s worried gaze. “That’s not the first time we’ve heard that name.”</p><p> Ivae nodded. “The orcs seemed to think that they were under his protection.”</p><p> “Such as it was,” muttered Aelric.</p><p> With a faint smile, Ivae continued nodding. “Such as it was.”</p><p> The druid sighed. “Yes. Arust has been raising an army.” She scowled. “He corrupted Miala by convincing her, slowly, that she had the capability of turning into much more than a guardian of a lake. He convinced her that she could become a goddess.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Drusilia Nailo, post: 220595, member: 2062"] [b]The Village of Joyal[/b] Ivae set his jaw when he first noticed the carrion birds swooping over the village up ahead. He glanced at his companion, gesturing. Aelric scowled, and muttered, “Vultures,” in the same tone of voice that he usually reserved for evil creatures. The two rode on, dreading the sights that they would be met with. Both wondered, silently, whether the orcs had slain the entire village, or if they’d taken some prisoners that would need to be saved. They were pleasantly surprised at what they found. There were piked heads on the outer gates of the village...but they were orc, not human. One rather tenacious vulture balanced, clinging, to a head It clutched the ragged clumps of hair with its claws, as it feasted on the flesh. Despite these grisly yet positive signs, the village appeared to be deserted. There was no chimney smoke, no one in the streets. However, as Aelric and Ivae rode their horses down the main street, they could see faces in the windows, anxiously peering out at them. It wasn’t long before a tall, middle-aged woman left a yard, and stood before them in the street. She was dressed most peculiarly, with her body barely covered, except for a loincloth made of soft fur, and a heavy bear skin cloak that was left to hang loosely down her back. In her hair was an ornamental headpiece, which consisted of the antlers from a very large buck. It was clear to both men, most especially Ivae, that this woman was a druid. That would make her one of the few remaining worshippers of the Mother left in the land. She nodded to them, her eyes wary. “Welcome to Joyal,” she said. “I wish that we could give you better welcome, but you both appear to be men of the world. You know what we are up against. Still. You can leave your mounts in the yard, where they’ll be tended to. If you’re going to be riding through the area, you should at least know what is going on.” Ivae climbed smoothly off of his horse, nodding to the woman. Aelric took a bit longer, easing his aching bones to a standing position on the ground. “Mother,” he said, taking a risk that she was old enough to have that rather laudable title. “We have come on orders from the King.” He relaxed visibly when she silently accepted the title that he had given her. She only nodded, and led the two through the yard, and into the house. “As you probably already understand, druids are not at their happiest while living in a village. But they need us right now, to defend them against the orcs.” She narrowed her eyes, looking at Aelric. “Has the king sent you to help protect the village against their attacks?” Both Aelric and Ivae shook their heads. Aelric offered a reply, carefuly, “No, not as such, although rest assured that he will receive a full report when we are finished.” The antlered druid nodded again. “Alright. I’ll tell you what is going on then, so that you can either do something about it or report back. Once upon a time, as you well know, this was a peaceful area. The Maiden’s Tears lake seemed to keep the area around it purified, and many believed that the lake was where the innocence of the goddess pooled, upon her death.” Ivae, very familiar with the story, nodded. “Yes, that is well known throughout the forest,” he said politely, waiting for more. The woman sighed. “The guardian of the lake has been, for as long as three generations can remember, the mermaid named Miala. She has special ties with the land... we believe getting many of her powers from it as we druids do.” Aelric’s brows slid upwards in surprise, but he held his silence. “In short, she has been corrupted. By a demon named Arust.” Aelric’s head shot up, and he glared at the woman. “Arust?” He turned, meeting Ivae’s worried gaze. “That’s not the first time we’ve heard that name.” Ivae nodded. “The orcs seemed to think that they were under his protection.” “Such as it was,” muttered Aelric. With a faint smile, Ivae continued nodding. “Such as it was.” The druid sighed. “Yes. Arust has been raising an army.” She scowled. “He corrupted Miala by convincing her, slowly, that she had the capability of turning into much more than a guardian of a lake. He convinced her that she could become a goddess.” [/QUOTE]
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