Six From Gate Pass - Chapter 2: The Indomitable Fire Forest of Innenotdar
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Alric, when you are about 30 feet from the group of winged fey, dissension hits their ranks. Three of the humanoids look concerned with your approach and quickly say a few words to the others. They then jump off the side of the bridge, using their wings to glide down to the river bank. The three who remain sneer at the retreat and turn to you. One raises its hand and points to those fleeing down the side of the river.
"They cowards. We no fear you. Why do you come to Seela lands, bother Seela problems? Seela problems not for you. Not for you to know. Not to care. Seela no come to human lands and meddle with human problems. You are not welcome. Our time come soon. Song ends! We free!"
They hiss at the frightened female and then they too jump over the side of the bridge, their wings fluttering in the hot air. When you get close, you can see that the fleeing humanoids are jogging down the river bank in the direction of the flowing water.
"They cowards. We no fear you. Why do you come to Seela lands, bother Seela problems? Seela problems not for you. Not for you to know. Not to care. Seela no come to human lands and meddle with human problems. You are not welcome. Our time come soon. Song ends! We free!"
They hiss at the frightened female and then they too jump over the side of the bridge, their wings fluttering in the hot air. When you get close, you can see that the fleeing humanoids are jogging down the river bank in the direction of the flowing water.
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The woman calms when her attackers flee and she turns to the party with a smile on her thin face. "Thank you strangers," she begins in much clearer common, "I knew I would find something here to give me hope. I came in search of strength, of something beautiful to help my people, and now I have found it. I have found you."
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digimattic
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Arnir throws up his hands in weary exasperation.
"This is just wonderful. Why does every damned woman we come across have to be in dire straits and need something?" Under his breath he mutters "And so much for Alric's mercenary outlook on life. Mystra save me from these fools."
"This is just wonderful. Why does every damned woman we come across have to be in dire straits and need something?" Under his breath he mutters "And so much for Alric's mercenary outlook on life. Mystra save me from these fools."
Adjuntive
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Alric strides towards her with the same purposefulness that he had towards the other fey. Still flush with anger and a snarl writ with rage upon his face. Only when he comes within a few feet of her does he realize that he has no more outlet for his emotions.
At that moment the weight of the song's emotion washes through him again as if she were still singing it, though he knows vaguely she is not. He feels hot tears welling up, but he finds his heart of iron and fights the weeping back down. For a moment, he realizes he is still gripping his bastard sword, though he senses no danger from this small creature. His rational side decides to sheath the blade, but he finds the coldness of the steel and the weight and balance of the thing comforting, so he continues to wield it.
Finding he suddenly has no words for what transpired, he looks upon the short few feet of ground between him and the strange woman. Though words do eventually answer her's in hopes of coming to grips with all this strangeness, and in that desperate determination the words come forth heedless of her words to him, "f-forgive my candor.. We have been travelling in this forest for 2-days now and we've been attacked 3 times, 2 of our people are stricken with dread disease, and we have encountered a powerful demon who calls himself Indominability. This forest burns yet lets no one die by its flames. Do you know what is going on here? What is this spirit?"
At that moment the weight of the song's emotion washes through him again as if she were still singing it, though he knows vaguely she is not. He feels hot tears welling up, but he finds his heart of iron and fights the weeping back down. For a moment, he realizes he is still gripping his bastard sword, though he senses no danger from this small creature. His rational side decides to sheath the blade, but he finds the coldness of the steel and the weight and balance of the thing comforting, so he continues to wield it.
Finding he suddenly has no words for what transpired, he looks upon the short few feet of ground between him and the strange woman. Though words do eventually answer her's in hopes of coming to grips with all this strangeness, and in that desperate determination the words come forth heedless of her words to him, "f-forgive my candor.. We have been travelling in this forest for 2-days now and we've been attacked 3 times, 2 of our people are stricken with dread disease, and we have encountered a powerful demon who calls himself Indominability. This forest burns yet lets no one die by its flames. Do you know what is going on here? What is this spirit?"
Not sure what to make of the emotionally unstable human, the young woman looks past Alric to the rest of the party. She focuses her eyes on Kirio and Arnir.
"Elves! Our younger cousins of the forest. You have returned to your ancestral homes!" She then looks sheepish. "Forgive my inquisitiveness, but I have never met an Elf, but I know you to be them. The wind, rocks and trees speak that to me. I have only known our forest homeland as you see it now, and your kind fled when I was a small child. Oh, Papuvin will be so pleased to meet you all!"
She realizes that she has been speaking quickly and breathlessly so she once again pauses with an embarassed look on her face. She returns to Alric and tries to answer his question.
"I apologize for being so rude. I suppose that I should start with my name. I am Tiljann, a Seela and one of the bearers of the Song of Forms. The creature you speak of, whose name I will not utter, is an evil entity that can possess your form and wear your skin as a cloak. We hold it captive in a lake at our village, where it wears the body of a great ancient stag, a noble beast of the forest that was so unjustly taken over by the now captive enemy. The great hero Anyariel battled the creature and pinned it to the lake with her legendary sword. Our song keeps the spirit trapped in the stag and the blade the stag to the lake bed."
"Elves! Our younger cousins of the forest. You have returned to your ancestral homes!" She then looks sheepish. "Forgive my inquisitiveness, but I have never met an Elf, but I know you to be them. The wind, rocks and trees speak that to me. I have only known our forest homeland as you see it now, and your kind fled when I was a small child. Oh, Papuvin will be so pleased to meet you all!"
She realizes that she has been speaking quickly and breathlessly so she once again pauses with an embarassed look on her face. She returns to Alric and tries to answer his question.
"I apologize for being so rude. I suppose that I should start with my name. I am Tiljann, a Seela and one of the bearers of the Song of Forms. The creature you speak of, whose name I will not utter, is an evil entity that can possess your form and wear your skin as a cloak. We hold it captive in a lake at our village, where it wears the body of a great ancient stag, a noble beast of the forest that was so unjustly taken over by the now captive enemy. The great hero Anyariel battled the creature and pinned it to the lake with her legendary sword. Our song keeps the spirit trapped in the stag and the blade the stag to the lake bed."
Adjuntive
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Alric tightens the grip on his sword, and scowls at her gritting his teeth, uncomfortably aware that he possibly entered a contract to kill this sweet creature.
"I see. I will forgive your rudeness Tiljann, since the times seem to warrant such address and I addressed you as such. I am called Alric." He nods his head thankful for the excuse to avert his eyes from hers. "Tell me Tiljann, are there forty of you?" Alric attempts to say this casually, but fails and instead the question comes out with a hinting tone that he is considering unsavory action and struggling to stay within his heart of iron.
Whatever he sees in her eyes, he hopes to stall his judgement for at least a moment. All things considered, he does not wish to act wontonly, though he did enter a bargain... "Tell me of this spirit Tiljann. Of your people and how this all came about."
"I see. I will forgive your rudeness Tiljann, since the times seem to warrant such address and I addressed you as such. I am called Alric." He nods his head thankful for the excuse to avert his eyes from hers. "Tell me Tiljann, are there forty of you?" Alric attempts to say this casually, but fails and instead the question comes out with a hinting tone that he is considering unsavory action and struggling to stay within his heart of iron.
Whatever he sees in her eyes, he hopes to stall his judgement for at least a moment. All things considered, he does not wish to act wontonly, though he did enter a bargain... "Tell me of this spirit Tiljann. Of your people and how this all came about."
funkmamagoat
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Kirio listens to the back an forth, a look of mild consternation on his face.
Kirio smiles awkwardly at the strange woman, and raises an arm in greeting "Heyyy.... hi, how are you? Kirio, the effusive, nice to meet you. Nice tune you were signing, we should play together sometime, you know...? Not our ancestral home by the by, but we are indeed elves, yes."
Kirio nods at Alric's words "ya, right, spirit, bad mojo. So listen Tiljann, my firend Alric is right, we need to know more about what is happening here, especially if we are to help. Pay no mind to my younger friend, he's just tired and cranky. We seem to be caught in the middle of all this and need to know as much as you can tell us.
Kirio smiles awkwardly at the strange woman, and raises an arm in greeting "Heyyy.... hi, how are you? Kirio, the effusive, nice to meet you. Nice tune you were signing, we should play together sometime, you know...? Not our ancestral home by the by, but we are indeed elves, yes."
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Kirio nods at Alric's words "ya, right, spirit, bad mojo. So listen Tiljann, my firend Alric is right, we need to know more about what is happening here, especially if we are to help. Pay no mind to my younger friend, he's just tired and cranky. We seem to be caught in the middle of all this and need to know as much as you can tell us.
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