(Homebrew D&D) Breaking New Ground
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Argent Silvermage
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[OOC: I'm eady for morning. But Zyrial will see if any of the cat people get frisky at the party. notice I said people. Zyrial would not have a problem either way.
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Arknath
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The conversation with your parents is an eager one on their end. Again, for your stone-faced queen, it is an unusual sight. Your king, on the other hand is eager to see the new land in which you have ventured. Some of you remember the look of longing on his face as he assisted the queen on presiding over the ceremony to send you off to the new world. Rumor was that King Koreth desired to go along with the first group, but logic (and the queen) prevailed in convincing him otherwise.
A royally splendid regiment of elven warriors arrived just on the outskirts of the felin camp hours after the initial communication was relayed to their majesties. Conversing with the individual soldiers would inform you that there was one regiment always ready to enter the portal should any distress call come from you or your travelling companions. These soldiers awaited in shifts and most were disappointed when the call did not come.
The king and queen arrived amidst an entorouge of elves: priests, druids, personal handmaidens and courtiers. The royal family new well the effect of first impressions and they surpassed every expectation you might have had regarding their communication of intents towards the felin people. Chief Gilrias was overwhelmed at the splendor and grandeur of the elven people. So much in fact that he literally stood with mouth agape as the royal procession walked right up to his humble hut and presented themselves to him.
Queen Anoria bore a gift from the elven people to that of the mwenna tribe. The queen moved in front of the great chieftain and presented him with an ornate carpet that demonstrated elven crafsmanship to the extreme. When the chief looked at the gift in wonder, the queen politely (using Zyrial as a translator) instructed the chief to unroll the carpet on the ground and to stand on it. When he did, the carpet lifted off the ground at a gentle speed, earning gasps from the felin onlookers. The chief's wide-eyed expression told Anoria that the chief was not accustomed to such magics, and the chief muttered a broken "thank you" in common.
The evening went as well as could be expected. Elven bards and dancers performed long into the night for thier more than gracious hosts. There was plenty to eat and drink for all. The elves had brought their finest wines and delicacies for their new friends in this strange lands. Sweet meats, pastries and tropical fruits grown only in elven groves were presented to the felin with many smiles and returns for second helpings. The evening went very well.
Zyrial, Zykovian, Ulysses, Ellar and Felkhourn were hailed as heros and saviors of the elven race. They were honored by elf and felin alike and did not want for company that night. The felin proved to be quite festive as they delivered some equally harrying tales of adventure and life out in the deep forests of this land they called home. Both felin men and women were not beyond sharing the evening with a newfound elven partner should they share a common interest or attraction. It was truly a party of epic preportions.
[next day: Character actions for the following morning, please]
A royally splendid regiment of elven warriors arrived just on the outskirts of the felin camp hours after the initial communication was relayed to their majesties. Conversing with the individual soldiers would inform you that there was one regiment always ready to enter the portal should any distress call come from you or your travelling companions. These soldiers awaited in shifts and most were disappointed when the call did not come.
The king and queen arrived amidst an entorouge of elves: priests, druids, personal handmaidens and courtiers. The royal family new well the effect of first impressions and they surpassed every expectation you might have had regarding their communication of intents towards the felin people. Chief Gilrias was overwhelmed at the splendor and grandeur of the elven people. So much in fact that he literally stood with mouth agape as the royal procession walked right up to his humble hut and presented themselves to him.
Queen Anoria bore a gift from the elven people to that of the mwenna tribe. The queen moved in front of the great chieftain and presented him with an ornate carpet that demonstrated elven crafsmanship to the extreme. When the chief looked at the gift in wonder, the queen politely (using Zyrial as a translator) instructed the chief to unroll the carpet on the ground and to stand on it. When he did, the carpet lifted off the ground at a gentle speed, earning gasps from the felin onlookers. The chief's wide-eyed expression told Anoria that the chief was not accustomed to such magics, and the chief muttered a broken "thank you" in common.
The evening went as well as could be expected. Elven bards and dancers performed long into the night for thier more than gracious hosts. There was plenty to eat and drink for all. The elves had brought their finest wines and delicacies for their new friends in this strange lands. Sweet meats, pastries and tropical fruits grown only in elven groves were presented to the felin with many smiles and returns for second helpings. The evening went very well.
Zyrial, Zykovian, Ulysses, Ellar and Felkhourn were hailed as heros and saviors of the elven race. They were honored by elf and felin alike and did not want for company that night. The felin proved to be quite festive as they delivered some equally harrying tales of adventure and life out in the deep forests of this land they called home. Both felin men and women were not beyond sharing the evening with a newfound elven partner should they share a common interest or attraction. It was truly a party of epic preportions.
[next day: Character actions for the following morning, please]
Argent Silvermage
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As the sun rose in the morning The Felin are treated to a sight that The elves have gotten used to. Zyrial in nothing but a loin cloth and leaping from the highest treetop (his ring of featherfall) while Arrow tries to catch prey out of Zryial's hand. The new raptor Myllir tries it's best to catch it as well but his training was only just beginning and he was not used to Zyrial's motions.
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Manzanita
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Ulysses
Ulysses had strong misgivings about bringing the king & queen here, but it seems to have gone well. He's on guard the whole time. If any of the female felin seem interested in him, who also is interesting to him, he will try to slip off with her. (I assume this wouldn't be too frowned upon by the elves, otherwise he will refrain. He will not go to undue lengths to conceal this activity, though neither will he make a point of it.)
Ulysses had strong misgivings about bringing the king & queen here, but it seems to have gone well. He's on guard the whole time. If any of the female felin seem interested in him, who also is interesting to him, he will try to slip off with her. (I assume this wouldn't be too frowned upon by the elves, otherwise he will refrain. He will not go to undue lengths to conceal this activity, though neither will he make a point of it.)
Keia
I aim to misbehave
Zykovian
Zykovian enjoyed the festivities with the rest of his family, though he was somewhat reserved until late in the evening. Staying to the fringes and observing the felin, Zykovian tried to get some sense that trouble was possible. He didn't fully trust the felin yet, feeling they were holding back information about the forest or themselves.
Finally, after many hours of trepidation, Zykovian finally realized he was missing out on an outstanding party. Thereafter, Zykovian jumped in with both feet, so to speak. Drinking, carousing, and entertaining were the order of business as Zykovian more than made up for missing the initial hours of the celebration. Quiet whispers, tender touches and other things best left unsaid in general company took up the remainder of his morning.
Zykovian rose quite late in the morning (at least for himself) and was seen apologizing to his companions of the evening as he made his way out of the tent. His eyes scanned the camp, alert and questioning as he stretched and limbered up from his evening.
Zykovian enjoyed the festivities with the rest of his family, though he was somewhat reserved until late in the evening. Staying to the fringes and observing the felin, Zykovian tried to get some sense that trouble was possible. He didn't fully trust the felin yet, feeling they were holding back information about the forest or themselves.
Finally, after many hours of trepidation, Zykovian finally realized he was missing out on an outstanding party. Thereafter, Zykovian jumped in with both feet, so to speak. Drinking, carousing, and entertaining were the order of business as Zykovian more than made up for missing the initial hours of the celebration. Quiet whispers, tender touches and other things best left unsaid in general company took up the remainder of his morning.
Zykovian rose quite late in the morning (at least for himself) and was seen apologizing to his companions of the evening as he made his way out of the tent. His eyes scanned the camp, alert and questioning as he stretched and limbered up from his evening.
Argent Silvermage
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Zyrial lands with a light thud in front of Zykovian. "Well met and good morning." He says wipeing the sweat from himself. What is the order for today I wonder?"
Keia
I aim to misbehave
"I would think that we would prepare ourselves and await the pleasure of the King or Queen. I'm certain that our task is not yet complete," Zykovian replied. "I also anticipate that my healing abilities may be called upon this morning after the heavy drinking of last eve."
Arknath
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Indeed the king and queen request your presence at their camp for breakfast shortly after dawn. Memories and firmented fruit still run through your mind and make the morning sun just a bit brighter.
After dressing in proper courtly attire, you approach the tent which houses the royalty and breathe a much needed sigh of relief. Through some magic or some such the inside of the tent has been made to look like a familiar room in the castle back home. You all recognize this as the lounge of which your king and queen never graced with their presence. Still, the smell, the feel, and the look, remind you of that which you left behind, and your reason for going forward.
King Koreth bids you sit on soft velvet couches which surround him and his wife in a small semi-circle. He bids you to tell him of your findings and adventures here as well as anything else important. They both listen intently, even the stone-faced queen. They interrupt you often and ask questions of your journey at different points. They are much intrigued, but appear cautious of the felin and the news that chief Gilrias is at war with dire wolves.
Overall, though, they are not interested in local politics and press you to get on with the inhabitability of the plane. They smile broadly (both of them) when your report is positively directed. After a grilling three hours, they thank you all (Ulysses, Zykovian, Zyrial, Felkhourn, and Ellar) for your hard work and that they will call upon you again shortly.
You spend many more days amongst the felin and your own kind, getting to know the catpeople quite well. You are able to trade goods and learn some of the language and customs that were forbidden to you as someone not declared an ally of the tribe (which by the way was a part of the ceremony that took place into the evening, which none of you were present for).
Four days after the party, you are summoned to the king and queen once more...they have another task for you.
[ooc: anything you guys want to do during the four days?]
After dressing in proper courtly attire, you approach the tent which houses the royalty and breathe a much needed sigh of relief. Through some magic or some such the inside of the tent has been made to look like a familiar room in the castle back home. You all recognize this as the lounge of which your king and queen never graced with their presence. Still, the smell, the feel, and the look, remind you of that which you left behind, and your reason for going forward.
King Koreth bids you sit on soft velvet couches which surround him and his wife in a small semi-circle. He bids you to tell him of your findings and adventures here as well as anything else important. They both listen intently, even the stone-faced queen. They interrupt you often and ask questions of your journey at different points. They are much intrigued, but appear cautious of the felin and the news that chief Gilrias is at war with dire wolves.
Overall, though, they are not interested in local politics and press you to get on with the inhabitability of the plane. They smile broadly (both of them) when your report is positively directed. After a grilling three hours, they thank you all (Ulysses, Zykovian, Zyrial, Felkhourn, and Ellar) for your hard work and that they will call upon you again shortly.
You spend many more days amongst the felin and your own kind, getting to know the catpeople quite well. You are able to trade goods and learn some of the language and customs that were forbidden to you as someone not declared an ally of the tribe (which by the way was a part of the ceremony that took place into the evening, which none of you were present for).
Four days after the party, you are summoned to the king and queen once more...they have another task for you.
[ooc: anything you guys want to do during the four days?]
Argent Silvermage
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Zyrial will spend the 4 days scouting the land getting to know it as well as he can. He will also ask the Chief more information about the Elves who live here and why there is a war between the two peoples.
