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<blockquote data-quote="PieAndDragon" data-source="post: 3182337" data-attributes="member: 18108"><p><strong>Stolen Memories</strong></p><p></p><p>He awoke very wet, sat in a shallow pond, hands and legs abound by thick hemp rope. He felt a wound further down his chest, caused by some sort of puncturing weapon. Those around him were unfamiliar, mostly humans, with a dwarf and a creature with tiger-like features among them. The tiger-like male was struggling with his bonds, muscles straining in an attempt to break free.</p><p></p><p>Looking around, it struck him that none of this was familiar. His own name was unknown to him. Where he was, who he was, where he had been, he knew none of these things. Looking around him gave him no more clues as to his whereabouts. A large pond with giant lily pads dominated a forest clearing. From the centre of the pond rose a massive plant, leaves arching more than fifty feet above the water. A lone stalk rose up into the sky, unfurling a huge white flower. Hundreds of tiny fey fluttered around the plant, giving it a faint red glow. </p><p></p><p>He felt some sort of link to the nature, knowing instinctively the names of many plants and several of the fey. The bow at his back and the sword at his side must make him a warrior of some sort, although he only wore light leather armour. An eagle landed beside him, studying him with interest. He stared back and realised an empathy with the creature. This was his truest friend, a powerful beast who had seen him through difficult times. There was little his companion could tell him of his predicament, but at least he had one ally he could trust. A shout from the tiger-like male disturbed his reverie, and he rolled over to find the creature had broken his bonds and was untying a human in full-plate and the symbol of a bright yellow sun. </p><p></p><p>A few minutes later, all were free and he found out these were in fact his companions, who claimed to be the Company of Rifter. The last any of them knew, invisible archers had attacked them in the forest and overwhelmed them all. Some of them were amused at his lack of memory, although he was not alone. Another, one with slightly elven features, was also bewildered and knew nothing of his situation. After a brief conversation, they were told their own names and those of their companions. His own name was Laucien, known to them as a user of nature-magics. The one like him was called Derris, a nobleman of the lands around. The other companions who spoke to them were Snarf, the tiger-like man who had broken them free, Ra, a priest of a being known as Sun and their greatest healer, Layla, a pretty, human female skilled in arcane magics and Sam, a nomad warrior from the harsh desert far to the west. Two others, Xarban a human warrior, and Burc, a dwarf tracker, were struck down with some illness, speaking little and barely aware of their surroundings.</p><p></p><p>So Laucien was his name, although it did not sound familiar. His reflection in the water confirmed his elven features, dirtied by mud and leaves. He could sense his magics too, linking him to the great nature which he presumably worshipped. Maybe over time his memories would return. For now he would need to trust his companions and find a way forward. Most seemed to trust and respect the priest of Sun, who could perhaps grant guidance on how to return what was lost to him.</p><p></p><p>From nowhere a voice called them to follow it, and a small winged elf appeared, a being Laucien knew instinctively to be a pixie. The others started to trudge after the darting fey and a after a short walk into the main pool, they came to a stone at the base of the plant, as tall as a dwarf. A one-horned grinning satyr greeted them, introducing itself as Banba and it’s slim gray-skinned companion as Ivicerus, which the Laucien recognised as one of the shadar-kai, shadow-bound fey. Laucien paid only a little attention to the conversation which followed, lost in thoughts and staring at the enchanted surroundings. From what he heard, the two were emissaries of the fey, and they wanted his companions to slay a ranger known as Wingclipper, who was killing the fey and had forced them south away from their homeland glades. </p><p></p><p>Promising them safe passage from the fey they could influence, the Company of Rifter left Banba with several healing potions and a magical map which showed the way to the ranger’s lair. It was a beautiful work, and staring at is was like an eagle’s view, each tree and pool visible. If they stopped Wingclipper from hunting the fey, then the Gossamer Court would return to its home, leaving the village to the south, which Laucien learned they were helping, undisturbed.</p><p></p><p>With map in hand, the Company of Rifter left the glade of the fey, walking or riding through the forest. Ra and Sam both had large horses to carry them, bearing weight of rider, armour, weapons and gear without complaint. Soon the land started to creep downhill, breaks in the trees allowing sunlight to filter through. The dense forest gave way to wide glade running downhill, dominated by two huge fir trees and revealing a vast stretch of mist-covered lowland below them. As Laucien studied the many mushrooms in the shade of the firs, one of the branches changed before his eyes, melding into the form of a wild-looking female with burnished wooden skin and leaf-textured hair. The dryad of the fir tree.</p><p></p><p>It called for them to leave the glade, and when Laucien’s companions stared in return grass and shrubs reached for them from the ground. Another dryad, shifting from the other fir, sent arrows toward the struggling adventurers, as others fell asleep to the enchantments of the first. Laucien rushed forward in an attempt to halt the needless violence, only to become entranced by the voice of the fey. She spoke to him with mystical words, asking him to leave the grove, and who was he to refuse her. As he walked away with his eagle in tow, Laucien heard the sounds of horses, bows, blades and raised voices, only turning to survey the trees again when he reached the glade’s edge. The fey had fled, and his companions were harvesting what they could of the mushrooms, no doubt enchanted with in fey magics.</p><p></p><p>With a sigh, the elf wandered how long he would continue like this, knowing nothing of what must be a century of living in the world.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="PieAndDragon, post: 3182337, member: 18108"] [B]Stolen Memories[/B] He awoke very wet, sat in a shallow pond, hands and legs abound by thick hemp rope. He felt a wound further down his chest, caused by some sort of puncturing weapon. Those around him were unfamiliar, mostly humans, with a dwarf and a creature with tiger-like features among them. The tiger-like male was struggling with his bonds, muscles straining in an attempt to break free. Looking around, it struck him that none of this was familiar. His own name was unknown to him. Where he was, who he was, where he had been, he knew none of these things. Looking around him gave him no more clues as to his whereabouts. A large pond with giant lily pads dominated a forest clearing. From the centre of the pond rose a massive plant, leaves arching more than fifty feet above the water. A lone stalk rose up into the sky, unfurling a huge white flower. Hundreds of tiny fey fluttered around the plant, giving it a faint red glow. He felt some sort of link to the nature, knowing instinctively the names of many plants and several of the fey. The bow at his back and the sword at his side must make him a warrior of some sort, although he only wore light leather armour. An eagle landed beside him, studying him with interest. He stared back and realised an empathy with the creature. This was his truest friend, a powerful beast who had seen him through difficult times. There was little his companion could tell him of his predicament, but at least he had one ally he could trust. A shout from the tiger-like male disturbed his reverie, and he rolled over to find the creature had broken his bonds and was untying a human in full-plate and the symbol of a bright yellow sun. A few minutes later, all were free and he found out these were in fact his companions, who claimed to be the Company of Rifter. The last any of them knew, invisible archers had attacked them in the forest and overwhelmed them all. Some of them were amused at his lack of memory, although he was not alone. Another, one with slightly elven features, was also bewildered and knew nothing of his situation. After a brief conversation, they were told their own names and those of their companions. His own name was Laucien, known to them as a user of nature-magics. The one like him was called Derris, a nobleman of the lands around. The other companions who spoke to them were Snarf, the tiger-like man who had broken them free, Ra, a priest of a being known as Sun and their greatest healer, Layla, a pretty, human female skilled in arcane magics and Sam, a nomad warrior from the harsh desert far to the west. Two others, Xarban a human warrior, and Burc, a dwarf tracker, were struck down with some illness, speaking little and barely aware of their surroundings. So Laucien was his name, although it did not sound familiar. His reflection in the water confirmed his elven features, dirtied by mud and leaves. He could sense his magics too, linking him to the great nature which he presumably worshipped. Maybe over time his memories would return. For now he would need to trust his companions and find a way forward. Most seemed to trust and respect the priest of Sun, who could perhaps grant guidance on how to return what was lost to him. From nowhere a voice called them to follow it, and a small winged elf appeared, a being Laucien knew instinctively to be a pixie. The others started to trudge after the darting fey and a after a short walk into the main pool, they came to a stone at the base of the plant, as tall as a dwarf. A one-horned grinning satyr greeted them, introducing itself as Banba and it’s slim gray-skinned companion as Ivicerus, which the Laucien recognised as one of the shadar-kai, shadow-bound fey. Laucien paid only a little attention to the conversation which followed, lost in thoughts and staring at the enchanted surroundings. From what he heard, the two were emissaries of the fey, and they wanted his companions to slay a ranger known as Wingclipper, who was killing the fey and had forced them south away from their homeland glades. Promising them safe passage from the fey they could influence, the Company of Rifter left Banba with several healing potions and a magical map which showed the way to the ranger’s lair. It was a beautiful work, and staring at is was like an eagle’s view, each tree and pool visible. If they stopped Wingclipper from hunting the fey, then the Gossamer Court would return to its home, leaving the village to the south, which Laucien learned they were helping, undisturbed. With map in hand, the Company of Rifter left the glade of the fey, walking or riding through the forest. Ra and Sam both had large horses to carry them, bearing weight of rider, armour, weapons and gear without complaint. Soon the land started to creep downhill, breaks in the trees allowing sunlight to filter through. The dense forest gave way to wide glade running downhill, dominated by two huge fir trees and revealing a vast stretch of mist-covered lowland below them. As Laucien studied the many mushrooms in the shade of the firs, one of the branches changed before his eyes, melding into the form of a wild-looking female with burnished wooden skin and leaf-textured hair. The dryad of the fir tree. It called for them to leave the glade, and when Laucien’s companions stared in return grass and shrubs reached for them from the ground. Another dryad, shifting from the other fir, sent arrows toward the struggling adventurers, as others fell asleep to the enchantments of the first. Laucien rushed forward in an attempt to halt the needless violence, only to become entranced by the voice of the fey. She spoke to him with mystical words, asking him to leave the grove, and who was he to refuse her. As he walked away with his eagle in tow, Laucien heard the sounds of horses, bows, blades and raised voices, only turning to survey the trees again when he reached the glade’s edge. The fey had fled, and his companions were harvesting what they could of the mushrooms, no doubt enchanted with in fey magics. With a sigh, the elf wandered how long he would continue like this, knowing nothing of what must be a century of living in the world. [/QUOTE]
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