Life In Vein

[Cannibal_Kender]

*Soen looks at the bird and smiles.*

"Well, I'm not in the habit of shooting birds...unless they attack me first, so I guess you're safe raven."

*He looks around at the group, then back at the raven.*

"We would like to know who you serve, and why you're here talking to us though."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"I? I serve no one, not for lack of some people's trying. The witch of the mountain would dearly like me, but I would not come to her. This is my territory you pass through, so I was watching you," it rasps.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

"The witch on the mountain, you say? Does this witch want your services for any particular task, or simply the power you would grant her?"

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Power, purely power I'm afraid," the witchraven says, ruffling its feathers. "She is pure greed, inside and out, and really doesn't like being thwarted."

 

[Erekose13]

Joining the others around where the witch raven has landed, Pai says, "Sounds like you are interested in thwarting her, is that true? We are looking for one who is trying to enslave the winds and bring them down upon the city of Navael. If this witch is one and the same perhaps you would concent to helping us."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Perhaps I would, perhaps I would. I don't like her very much, and she wants everything for herself. She would rather break something to her will that let something go... and that sounds like a person who would control the wind So, perhaps we have an enemy you and I. Now... what are you going to do about her?" it asks, cocking its head to the side.

 

[Erekose13]

"We were asked by a wind spirit to free his kin. So we intend to do just that however we can." Pai replies, hoping that they can gain such a useful ally as this wonderous bird.

 

[SeanWeasley]

Arkas, male loresong faen, akashic 2/runethane 1

"Here, here, Pai!" says Arkas. "I can abide neither the enslavement of spirits and animals nor their wanton destruction. The freeborn should free remain. Master Raven, your neighbor sounds like a right witch, please pardon the expression, Eryic. I wish the matter could be settled peaceful-like over dinner with a nice bottle of Obbington Vinyard's Red, but I seriously doubt that is going to happen. Oh how that greedy, grasping [Troll] !@#$% [/Troll] makes my blood boil!"

*Arkas shakes his fist impotently in the general direction of the witch.*

"Master Raven, do you know of a secret entrance to the witch's abode? Is there anything you can tell us about her guards and any dangers we might encounter? How far are you willing to go to free your fellow wind-lovers, the air elementals and spirits?"

Before the raven can respond, Arkas notices that the party is staring at his mount. Arkas looks over and wonders what all the fuss is about, and then it dawns on him that his mount's true nature is revealed. "Oh," Arkas says, "Please allow me to introduce my friend Bronwynn the Boar." Bronwynn snorts in greeting. "I was not sure how well he would be received in Navael, so I disguised his appearance with a magical collar. It must have blown off when we were inside that air elemental." *Sigh.*

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*The witchraven nods.*

"Aye, I know a place where you might be able to sneak in. Only two reasons why someone hasn't tried it before. One, it's hard to get into, and two it's been abandonded for years and more than one nasty thing has made their home down there. You have to start low and work you way up. There was a fellow she captured who managed to escape, and it was he who told me of the route. He was badly hurt too, but he managed to avoid the worst of the beasts," the raven nods sagely.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

"Will you guide us in, Master Raven? I should not wish to risk my raiment wandering around dungeons foul with only my secondhand memory of the route to direct me."