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<blockquote data-quote="Silver Moon" data-source="post: 983919" data-attributes="member: 8530">Brieanna had been with the adventurers for two full days at this point, and was reflecting upon the opinions that she had developed of each.&nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;The human boy named Finn is not recognized by any of his companions as a leader, yet that appeared to be the role he is developing into.&nbsp;&nbsp; Similarly, the older human, Rix, remains quiet most of the time, yet when he speaks the others all seemed to listen to him.&nbsp;&nbsp; Celina is generally ignored by all of them, and yet appears to be the most brilliant of the group.&nbsp; And the elf seems to have no problem with being so greatly underestimated, perhaps trying to influence us in his more subtle method of nearly continuous song.&nbsp;&nbsp; Most interesting thus far is my relationship with the dwarf Drakhar.&nbsp; He gives the appearance of being in a perpetual foul mood, yet had become one of the friendliest in the group towards me.&nbsp;&nbsp; Aside from one brief misunderstanding when he attempted to feed the baby otters to the eagle Thrindor, thinking that I had actually brought them along as fresh food for the bird, we have got long splendidly.&nbsp;&nbsp; Perhaps it is because we both feel like outsiders, having been raised in strict upbringings with little contact outside of our own races.&quot;&nbsp; Her thoughts return to her physical surroundings, as Finn stops his horse alongside the top of a grassy hill with a stream running down it.&nbsp;&nbsp; He states &quot;This looks like a good place to camp.&nbsp;&nbsp; Grass and water for the mounts, and also defensible high ground.&nbsp; Brie, the stream appears to flow into a pond at the bottom of the hill, behind those trees, if you care to wash up again.&quot;&nbsp; &quot;Thank you, I believe I shall&quot; she states, as Drakhar helps remove the two baskets from her back.&nbsp;&nbsp; She trots down the hill, and once blocked from the party's sight, removes her jerkin and charges into the pond.&nbsp;&nbsp; She actually could care less if they gaze upon her body, but she has come to appreciate privacy that the baths allow, so has continued this ruse of modesty.&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; The shallow pond has a muddy bottom, which her rapid entry into has stirred the water up into a brown murky frenzy.&nbsp;&nbsp; She decides to walk very slowly, to allowing the water to settle again.&nbsp; Her front right hoof then strikes something hard, a submerged log?&nbsp; Another tab confirms her initial instinct, not wood but metal.&nbsp;&nbsp; Feeling around the metal appears to be the shape of a man, a full suit of plate mail!&nbsp;&nbsp; She contemplates the best way to remove it from the pond, deciding upon the form of a giant gorilla.&nbsp;&nbsp; She completes the transformation, using the combined dexterity and strength of the primate to lift the waterlogged armor from the reeds and muck that have caked over it.&nbsp;&nbsp; She deposits it on the shore, and watches as gallons of water flow out of it.&nbsp; She then transforms back into her normal form, and reattaches her jerkin.&nbsp; Lifting the helmet visor, she sees a human skeletal head still inside.&nbsp; She closes the visor again, and again lifts up the armor.&nbsp;&nbsp; It is still heavy, due to the weight of the metal, but with the water now drained from it she is capable of carrying it up the hill.&nbsp;&nbsp; At the first sight of her carrying what appears to be an armored man the others stop setting up camp.&nbsp; &nbsp; She lies the armor down on the grass near them, saying, &quot;He was submerged in the pond.&nbsp; For how long I cannot say.&quot;&nbsp; A quick examination shows that the armor is rusted in several places.&nbsp; Two leather sheathes are rotted, as is the belt holding them.&nbsp;&nbsp; One sheathe has a rusty longsword, the other holding a dagger that is in excellent condition.&nbsp; &quot;Must be magical,&quot; Drakhar states.&nbsp;&nbsp; Also in the belt is a bone scroll case.&nbsp; Celina carefully removes it, stating &quot;The seal to the cap is waxed.&nbsp; The contents may still be dry.&quot;&nbsp;&nbsp; The case is open, and two dry pieces of parchment are removed and handed to Celina.&nbsp; The bard states &quot;Both pages are in magical script.&nbsp;&nbsp; The first appears to be a song.&nbsp; The second is scroll with three wizard spells: Polymorph Self, Power Word Stun, and Prismatic Wall.&quot;&nbsp; He thinks and comments &quot;The scroll is probably one page from a larger volume, given where all three spell names fall in the alphabet.&quot;&nbsp; &quot;And the song?&quot; Finn asks.&nbsp;&nbsp; Celina replies &quot;I had best carefully study this for a while.&nbsp; Magical songs are not something to take lightly.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; The party continues to study the remains of the drowned knight, except for Brieanna.&nbsp;&nbsp; She is now carefully watching Finn's horse.&nbsp; Skiggles had alerted her to fact that it had an odd smell to it.&nbsp;&nbsp; When Celina had stated the name of the &quot;Polymorph Self&quot; spell the animal had suddenly moved its head in a swift and startled jolt.&nbsp;&nbsp; Brieanna was never one to believe in coincidences.&nbsp; &quot;Could this be someone working for Morgarth?&quot; she pondered.&nbsp; She almost tells the others, but then reconsiders.&nbsp; &quot;Best to wait until we reach a community where we can get another horse.&nbsp; If I force the confrontation now then Finn will be without a mount, and might look to me as a substitution.&nbsp;&nbsp; I have not allowed anyone to ride upon me since Roland died, and I prefer to keep it that way.&quot;&nbsp; Drakhar hands the magical dagger to Rix.&nbsp;&nbsp; He casually examines one side of it, and then turns it over.&nbsp;&nbsp; On the other side, molded into the steel along the hilt is some type of family crest with initials carved beside it.&nbsp;&nbsp; Rix's face suddenly turns pale, and his hands begin to shake.&nbsp;&nbsp; He softly speaks, quiet as a whisper but heard by all around him, &quot;No, it can't be!&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Silver Moon, post: 983919, member: 8530"] Brieanna had been with the adventurers for two full days at this point, and was reflecting upon the opinions that she had developed of each. "The human boy named Finn is not recognized by any of his companions as a leader, yet that appeared to be the role he is developing into. Similarly, the older human, Rix, remains quiet most of the time, yet when he speaks the others all seemed to listen to him. Celina is generally ignored by all of them, and yet appears to be the most brilliant of the group. And the elf seems to have no problem with being so greatly underestimated, perhaps trying to influence us in his more subtle method of nearly continuous song. Most interesting thus far is my relationship with the dwarf Drakhar. He gives the appearance of being in a perpetual foul mood, yet had become one of the friendliest in the group towards me. Aside from one brief misunderstanding when he attempted to feed the baby otters to the eagle Thrindor, thinking that I had actually brought them along as fresh food for the bird, we have got long splendidly. Perhaps it is because we both feel like outsiders, having been raised in strict upbringings with little contact outside of our own races." Her thoughts return to her physical surroundings, as Finn stops his horse alongside the top of a grassy hill with a stream running down it. He states "This looks like a good place to camp. Grass and water for the mounts, and also defensible high ground. Brie, the stream appears to flow into a pond at the bottom of the hill, behind those trees, if you care to wash up again." "Thank you, I believe I shall" she states, as Drakhar helps remove the two baskets from her back. She trots down the hill, and once blocked from the party's sight, removes her jerkin and charges into the pond. She actually could care less if they gaze upon her body, but she has come to appreciate privacy that the baths allow, so has continued this ruse of modesty. The shallow pond has a muddy bottom, which her rapid entry into has stirred the water up into a brown murky frenzy. She decides to walk very slowly, to allowing the water to settle again. Her front right hoof then strikes something hard, a submerged log? Another tab confirms her initial instinct, not wood but metal. Feeling around the metal appears to be the shape of a man, a full suit of plate mail! She contemplates the best way to remove it from the pond, deciding upon the form of a giant gorilla. She completes the transformation, using the combined dexterity and strength of the primate to lift the waterlogged armor from the reeds and muck that have caked over it. She deposits it on the shore, and watches as gallons of water flow out of it. She then transforms back into her normal form, and reattaches her jerkin. Lifting the helmet visor, she sees a human skeletal head still inside. She closes the visor again, and again lifts up the armor. It is still heavy, due to the weight of the metal, but with the water now drained from it she is capable of carrying it up the hill. At the first sight of her carrying what appears to be an armored man the others stop setting up camp. She lies the armor down on the grass near them, saying, "He was submerged in the pond. For how long I cannot say." A quick examination shows that the armor is rusted in several places. Two leather sheathes are rotted, as is the belt holding them. One sheathe has a rusty longsword, the other holding a dagger that is in excellent condition. "Must be magical," Drakhar states. Also in the belt is a bone scroll case. Celina carefully removes it, stating "The seal to the cap is waxed. The contents may still be dry." The case is open, and two dry pieces of parchment are removed and handed to Celina. The bard states "Both pages are in magical script. The first appears to be a song. The second is scroll with three wizard spells: Polymorph Self, Power Word Stun, and Prismatic Wall." He thinks and comments "The scroll is probably one page from a larger volume, given where all three spell names fall in the alphabet." "And the song?" Finn asks. Celina replies "I had best carefully study this for a while. Magical songs are not something to take lightly." The party continues to study the remains of the drowned knight, except for Brieanna. She is now carefully watching Finn's horse. Skiggles had alerted her to fact that it had an odd smell to it. When Celina had stated the name of the "Polymorph Self" spell the animal had suddenly moved its head in a swift and startled jolt. Brieanna was never one to believe in coincidences. "Could this be someone working for Morgarth?" she pondered. She almost tells the others, but then reconsiders. "Best to wait until we reach a community where we can get another horse. If I force the confrontation now then Finn will be without a mount, and might look to me as a substitution. I have not allowed anyone to ride upon me since Roland died, and I prefer to keep it that way." Drakhar hands the magical dagger to Rix. He casually examines one side of it, and then turns it over. On the other side, molded into the steel along the hilt is some type of family crest with initials carved beside it. Rix's face suddenly turns pale, and his hands begin to shake. He softly speaks, quiet as a whisper but heard by all around him, "No, it can't be!" [/QUOTE]

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