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<blockquote data-quote="PieAndDragon" data-source="post: 3194802" data-attributes="member: 18108"><p><strong>Banba's Betrayal</strong></p><p></p><p>The enchantress sighed, glad that it was over. The balance had been restored to the area, although the morning’s battle had been a close thing. It would be good to see the last of the forest, where one companion had lost his lift and two had lost their memories, no longer sure of their identities. They had slain a dragon, crossed web bridges, been overcome by pixies, seen nature’s bounty in full, battled hobgoblins and giant toads and desperately held out in a midnight defence of their campsite. </p><p></p><p>This morning, the same campsite had seen the resolution of the fey’s troubles, as two foes had resolved their enmity. It had started as Ra finished his morning prayers, giving thanks and adulations to the Sun. Layla had been experimenting with her new powers, her studies of the beguiling magics coming to fruition, opening up new powers she had previous failed to grasp. The satyr Banba had approached alone, wanting his broken horn returned. The noble had confronted him, detailing Wingclipper’s hatred and asking about the horn. Banba denied all wrong doing, explaining away Medley’s death as accident, none of his fault. The elf had warned them of others in the swamp around them, his keen hearing picking up faint splashes. All the while Wingclipper had struggled at his bonds, shouting that Banba must be answer to justice.</p><p></p><p>His warning had proved timely, as two small green fey attacked them, wielding bows with great skill and garbed in leaves. Banba had struck as well, summoning a glittery storm which blinded and stuck, causing all to sparkle with bright dust. The Company of Rifter had acted swiftly, Laucien and his eagle engaging one of the fey, which she now knew as thorns, silent forest dwellers who used arrows of sleep against their foes. Derris had stumbled to the satyr, as Layla brought her enchantments down on her foes, the dwarf lay helpless on the ground laughing, Snarf struggled with his blindness and Ra loosened Wingclipper’s bonds. </p><p></p><p>It had been a desperate battle at times, the thorns dangerous when attacking in tandem with their blades and Banba holding back the noble with his rapier and horns, singing ancient battle songs to inspire his fey allies. When Wingclipper, wielding two clubs from the log-pile, joined against the thorns and the berserker and dwarf surrounded Banba, they proved too much for the fey. One thorn fled into the swamp as Wingclipper made sure the fallen satyr breathed no more. Layla had watched as the ranger broke down in gut-wrenching sobs, his vengeance finally brought about, oblivious to the berserker’s continued threats.</p><p></p><p>With Wingclipper’s aid they had stripped the keep of any remaining treasures, avoiding any dangers with the ranger’s knowledge. Following recent tracks, their trackers figured the last giant toad to have eaten the fled halfling, and then fled into the swamp, probably ridden by the druid the ranger told them of. Adding coins and black pearls from the keep to the satyr’s magical pipes, ring, bracers and potions. Now they headed back toward Turvin, the despondent ranger accompanying them, caring little for conversation and taking no heed of his surroundings.</p><p></p><p>Late the next day they reached the quiet hamlet, welcomed once more by the ruddy-faced mayor. He was more than happy to grant their promised reward when they revealed the fey would cause no more trouble. As they took their well-deserved rest, considering where to spend their treasures and find a nature priest to restore Xarban’s form, humans and elves from the forest came looking for them. Dressed in hides and leathers, the well-armed woodland dwellers were part of the Order of the Crystal Lake. Layla knew of them, worshippers of Water dedicated to protecting the Forest of the Lakes and the fey within. </p><p></p><p>They had spoken to agents of the Gossamer Court and Turvin was safe once more from the fey’s attention. Impressed with the Company of Rifter, they had offered a place among their ranks for any willing to take oaths to protect the forest. It was little surprise that the elven druid was the most willing, joining them in a ritual performed a little way into the woodlands. Their leader, a tall halfelf by the name of Gauradan, had tried to restore Xarban’s spirit to a new body. Although a gnomish body had formed from his nature magics, no soul filled the vessel, and it soon crumbled back into dust, the spell failing. It appeared that Hesak had claimed the soul of their companion, a costly price for his brief time among the adventurers.</p><p></p><p>Wingclipper settled down in the village, willing to carve wood and guard them from any fey attacks. None seemed to hold him responsible for the troubles and the Order of the Crystal Lake would keep watch on the woodland tracker. Layla and her companions bade farewell to Turvin, reaching Corelane two days later where they hoped to sell their spoils of adventure. With the noble’s gilded tongue and her own beguiling talents, they found buyers for all of their goods, splitting over twenty thousand gold pieces among the Company of Rifter. It was good to be in a civilised city once more, where Layla could enjoy the small pleasures her coin could bring.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="PieAndDragon, post: 3194802, member: 18108"] [B]Banba's Betrayal[/B] The enchantress sighed, glad that it was over. The balance had been restored to the area, although the morning’s battle had been a close thing. It would be good to see the last of the forest, where one companion had lost his lift and two had lost their memories, no longer sure of their identities. They had slain a dragon, crossed web bridges, been overcome by pixies, seen nature’s bounty in full, battled hobgoblins and giant toads and desperately held out in a midnight defence of their campsite. This morning, the same campsite had seen the resolution of the fey’s troubles, as two foes had resolved their enmity. It had started as Ra finished his morning prayers, giving thanks and adulations to the Sun. Layla had been experimenting with her new powers, her studies of the beguiling magics coming to fruition, opening up new powers she had previous failed to grasp. The satyr Banba had approached alone, wanting his broken horn returned. The noble had confronted him, detailing Wingclipper’s hatred and asking about the horn. Banba denied all wrong doing, explaining away Medley’s death as accident, none of his fault. The elf had warned them of others in the swamp around them, his keen hearing picking up faint splashes. All the while Wingclipper had struggled at his bonds, shouting that Banba must be answer to justice. His warning had proved timely, as two small green fey attacked them, wielding bows with great skill and garbed in leaves. Banba had struck as well, summoning a glittery storm which blinded and stuck, causing all to sparkle with bright dust. The Company of Rifter had acted swiftly, Laucien and his eagle engaging one of the fey, which she now knew as thorns, silent forest dwellers who used arrows of sleep against their foes. Derris had stumbled to the satyr, as Layla brought her enchantments down on her foes, the dwarf lay helpless on the ground laughing, Snarf struggled with his blindness and Ra loosened Wingclipper’s bonds. It had been a desperate battle at times, the thorns dangerous when attacking in tandem with their blades and Banba holding back the noble with his rapier and horns, singing ancient battle songs to inspire his fey allies. When Wingclipper, wielding two clubs from the log-pile, joined against the thorns and the berserker and dwarf surrounded Banba, they proved too much for the fey. One thorn fled into the swamp as Wingclipper made sure the fallen satyr breathed no more. Layla had watched as the ranger broke down in gut-wrenching sobs, his vengeance finally brought about, oblivious to the berserker’s continued threats. With Wingclipper’s aid they had stripped the keep of any remaining treasures, avoiding any dangers with the ranger’s knowledge. Following recent tracks, their trackers figured the last giant toad to have eaten the fled halfling, and then fled into the swamp, probably ridden by the druid the ranger told them of. Adding coins and black pearls from the keep to the satyr’s magical pipes, ring, bracers and potions. Now they headed back toward Turvin, the despondent ranger accompanying them, caring little for conversation and taking no heed of his surroundings. Late the next day they reached the quiet hamlet, welcomed once more by the ruddy-faced mayor. He was more than happy to grant their promised reward when they revealed the fey would cause no more trouble. As they took their well-deserved rest, considering where to spend their treasures and find a nature priest to restore Xarban’s form, humans and elves from the forest came looking for them. Dressed in hides and leathers, the well-armed woodland dwellers were part of the Order of the Crystal Lake. Layla knew of them, worshippers of Water dedicated to protecting the Forest of the Lakes and the fey within. They had spoken to agents of the Gossamer Court and Turvin was safe once more from the fey’s attention. Impressed with the Company of Rifter, they had offered a place among their ranks for any willing to take oaths to protect the forest. It was little surprise that the elven druid was the most willing, joining them in a ritual performed a little way into the woodlands. Their leader, a tall halfelf by the name of Gauradan, had tried to restore Xarban’s spirit to a new body. Although a gnomish body had formed from his nature magics, no soul filled the vessel, and it soon crumbled back into dust, the spell failing. It appeared that Hesak had claimed the soul of their companion, a costly price for his brief time among the adventurers. Wingclipper settled down in the village, willing to carve wood and guard them from any fey attacks. None seemed to hold him responsible for the troubles and the Order of the Crystal Lake would keep watch on the woodland tracker. Layla and her companions bade farewell to Turvin, reaching Corelane two days later where they hoped to sell their spoils of adventure. With the noble’s gilded tongue and her own beguiling talents, they found buyers for all of their goods, splitting over twenty thousand gold pieces among the Company of Rifter. It was good to be in a civilised city once more, where Layla could enjoy the small pleasures her coin could bring. [/QUOTE]
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