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<blockquote data-quote="reddist" data-source="post: 2087330" data-attributes="member: 5212">Felicity's brief introFelicty listens to Koric's story of lofty towers and spanning bridges, her mouth agape in awe.&nbsp; In the distance, Franky continues to sing, and his sad, sorrowful words seem to hang in the cooling night air.&nbsp; Felicity sits quiet for a bit before realizing you are waiting her her to speak.&quot;M... Me?&nbsp; Umm... wow.&quot; &nbsp; She looks at each of you, building the nerve to speak.&nbsp; Her hand again reaches out to clasp at the blue stone around her neck. &quot;My people, the People of the Blue Stone, we lived in the Kilvestri forests, maybe four week's journey by foot?&nbsp; My mother, she was teaching me the secrets of the Green Path, so I would become a druid like she was.&nbsp; But the Orcs... the horde came and slaughterd us.&nbsp; I think I am the only survivor.&nbsp; At least, I never found any one else.&quot; &nbsp; She pauses in her story, looking back in her mind's eye.&nbsp; She grips the blue shard tightly and takes a deep breath before continuing.&quot;My mom, Lorrian, she taught me well.&nbsp; I survived on my own for a few years, and I tried to practice what she taught me.&nbsp; I even managed to learn more on my own, before the Elves summoned me.&quot; &nbsp; Here she pauses again, and anger flashes across her face.&nbsp; &quot;They exiled me from their forest.&nbsp; Their Speaker... he said I had to move on, find others more like myself.&nbsp; He gave me this blade...&quot; She pulls a sheathed scimitar from beneath her cloak.&nbsp; The handle is made of antler, oddly curved and worn smooth from years of use.&nbsp; The fittings seem dull, like tarnished brass, but it appears sturdy and well made.&nbsp; &quot;And then he told me to leave.&nbsp; I don't even know how to use this.&nbsp; Illandyll, the elf, he said this might aid me greatly in the years to come, but I have no idea what he was talking about.&quot; &nbsp; She draws the blade from its buckskin sheath and holds it awkwardly.&nbsp; You can see thin, flowing script, etched along the blade.&quot;Anyway, that was about two months ago.&nbsp; I've been wandering since.&nbsp; I was hoping this caravan might take me though the mountains, where I can start anew.&nbsp; Perhaps can find a new teacher, to lead me further along the Green Path.&quot;&nbsp; She holds the blade out for your inspection, obviously clumsy in its use. &quot;Do any of you know how to use one of these?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="reddist, post: 2087330, member: 5212"] [b]Felicity's brief intro[/b] Felicty listens to Koric's story of lofty towers and spanning bridges, her mouth agape in awe. In the distance, Franky continues to sing, and his sad, sorrowful words seem to hang in the cooling night air. Felicity sits quiet for a bit before realizing you are waiting her her to speak. [COLOR=Green]"M... Me? Umm... wow." [/COLOR] She looks at each of you, building the nerve to speak. Her hand again reaches out to clasp at the blue stone around her neck. [COLOR=Green]"My people, the People of the Blue Stone, we lived in the Kilvestri forests, maybe four week's journey by foot? My mother, she was teaching me the secrets of the Green Path, so I would become a druid like she was. But the Orcs... the horde came and slaughterd us. I think I am the only survivor. At least, I never found any one else." [/COLOR] She pauses in her story, looking back in her mind's eye. She grips the blue shard tightly and takes a deep breath before continuing. [COLOR=Green]"My mom, Lorrian, she taught me well. I survived on my own for a few years, and I tried to practice what she taught me. I even managed to learn more on my own, before the Elves summoned me." [/COLOR] Here she pauses again, and anger flashes across her face. [COLOR=Green]"They exiled me from their forest. Their Speaker... he said I had to move on, find others more like myself. He gave me this blade..."[/COLOR] She pulls a sheathed scimitar from beneath her cloak. The handle is made of antler, oddly curved and worn smooth from years of use. The fittings seem dull, like tarnished brass, but it appears sturdy and well made. [COLOR=Green]"And then he told me to leave. I don't even know how to use this. Illandyll, the elf, he said this might aid me greatly in the years to come, but I have no idea what he was talking about." [/COLOR] She draws the blade from its buckskin sheath and holds it awkwardly. You can see thin, flowing script, etched along the blade. [COLOR=Green]"Anyway, that was about two months ago. I've been wandering since. I was hoping this caravan might take me though the mountains, where I can start anew. Perhaps can find a new teacher, to lead me further along the Green Path." [/COLOR] She holds the blade out for your inspection, obviously clumsy in its use. [COLOR=Green] "Do any of you know how to use one of these?"[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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