Six From Gate Pass - Chapter 2: The Indomitable Fire Forest of Innenotdar
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Tiljann giggles at Lars' words. "Oh silly, you don't need wings to fly over the cliffs. There is a path that winds up and over and leads to a small trail. But ... " she trails off as her smile fades, "Timbre has not accepted visitors in a long time. The poor thing has burned along with her tree for the past forty years. Animals, likewise crazed, guard her and the path to her tree. Vuhl says that she has been driven mad from pain and from the loss of her lover Anyariel. Maybe he knows more? He is older than me ... but he does not want to help, he only wishes to stop singing and die."
She stands up and heads to the exit of the cave. "Please, my new friends, rest here tonight and relax. In the morning I will return if you have any questions or if you need me to introduce you to anyone in the village. Please consider my words ... you are the only ones who can save us."
After Tiljann leaves, Torrent pipes up. "Alric, it matters not whether we have the time for anything. We're trapped in this blasted forest fire. The entity has asked us to kill or at least to force these Seela to stop singing their song which bounds it in the body of a stag at the bottom of the lake. After meeting these piteous creatures though, I don't know if I could bring myself to do anything violent to them. However, the entity is being imprisoned and as a result these fires will not go away. So, I think if we can help to release that entity and spare the lives of these fey, we should at least try. That's how I feel anyway."
She rolls out her bedroll and puts her pack down as a pillow. She removes her breastplate and picks up a handful of roasted acorns. She lies down in her sweat-stained linen tunic and nibbles on the food with a less than satisfied look on her face. "Right now though, I want to rest. In the morning we can make a decision. Maybe talk with some other villagers and see if there is any more information."
She stands up and heads to the exit of the cave. "Please, my new friends, rest here tonight and relax. In the morning I will return if you have any questions or if you need me to introduce you to anyone in the village. Please consider my words ... you are the only ones who can save us."
After Tiljann leaves, Torrent pipes up. "Alric, it matters not whether we have the time for anything. We're trapped in this blasted forest fire. The entity has asked us to kill or at least to force these Seela to stop singing their song which bounds it in the body of a stag at the bottom of the lake. After meeting these piteous creatures though, I don't know if I could bring myself to do anything violent to them. However, the entity is being imprisoned and as a result these fires will not go away. So, I think if we can help to release that entity and spare the lives of these fey, we should at least try. That's how I feel anyway."
She rolls out her bedroll and puts her pack down as a pillow. She removes her breastplate and picks up a handful of roasted acorns. She lies down in her sweat-stained linen tunic and nibbles on the food with a less than satisfied look on her face. "Right now though, I want to rest. In the morning we can make a decision. Maybe talk with some other villagers and see if there is any more information."
Bannock finds a place near a wall, and slowly removes his armour.
"I dunno, get me mad enough and I'm sure I could be pursuaded to stab a few of those pissant fellows from the bridge. Speaking o' stabbing, can't wait for that devil to come back, if I'm honest. He's got his own coming to him. Otherwise, I just wanna make it out of this place."
"I dunno, get me mad enough and I'm sure I could be pursuaded to stab a few of those pissant fellows from the bridge. Speaking o' stabbing, can't wait for that devil to come back, if I'm honest. He's got his own coming to him. Otherwise, I just wanna make it out of this place."
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Alric does the same as Bannock, stowing his gear in a pile, removing his armor and setting out his bedroll.
"The devil is a coward! For all it's professing of loving battle, it seems to prefer attempting to manipulate us than face us sword to sword. If it stays in its hole it will be no matter, but I will as well enjoy spilling it's blood if it finds enough courage to face us."
He sits down removes his blades from their sheathes and begins systematically sharpening them, while dining on the roasted acorns and water Papuvin graciously provided. He appears distracted by the care of his armor and weapons until he speaks up again.
"I do not wish to spill the blood of these Seela either, especially now that we have accepted their hospitality. And, I'd very much like to teach their captive spirit a lesson in pushing around a Greyblade, though I imagine swords alone may do no good. I motion we seek out Vuhl and possibly, eventually Timbre. It may be a tricky thing to speak with this Vuhl, he may be unwilling to help us. Though I feel it is worth a try. However, I don't intend to die here or leave the intelligence undelivered as promised, so if all other options prove infeasible, I am prepared to do what is... necessary."
Having said his piece, Alric finishes the honing of his weapons and turns in contemplating the ways of battle he has learned over the past few days.
"The devil is a coward! For all it's professing of loving battle, it seems to prefer attempting to manipulate us than face us sword to sword. If it stays in its hole it will be no matter, but I will as well enjoy spilling it's blood if it finds enough courage to face us."
He sits down removes his blades from their sheathes and begins systematically sharpening them, while dining on the roasted acorns and water Papuvin graciously provided. He appears distracted by the care of his armor and weapons until he speaks up again.
"I do not wish to spill the blood of these Seela either, especially now that we have accepted their hospitality. And, I'd very much like to teach their captive spirit a lesson in pushing around a Greyblade, though I imagine swords alone may do no good. I motion we seek out Vuhl and possibly, eventually Timbre. It may be a tricky thing to speak with this Vuhl, he may be unwilling to help us. Though I feel it is worth a try. However, I don't intend to die here or leave the intelligence undelivered as promised, so if all other options prove infeasible, I am prepared to do what is... necessary."
Having said his piece, Alric finishes the honing of his weapons and turns in contemplating the ways of battle he has learned over the past few days.
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The Bashar
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Hrimr grabs a bowl and sets it before him. He takes a small pale flower out of a small pouch and rips the petals off into the bowl. He next grabs what appears to be moss of some type and shreds it with his hands over the petals. He then pours water from his skin into the bowl and brings it to Torrent.
"This may help with the Ghoul disease. Let it sit overnight and in the morning drink of the water."
Hrimr tosses out his bed roll and grabs a handful of nuts. While he chewing on the dry nuts he says:
"I hope I can talk down the Dryad, but they are tied stronger to the forest that the Seela here. This curse has probably driven her insane. A terrible fate indeed. I truly hope we are able to help."
"This may help with the Ghoul disease. Let it sit overnight and in the morning drink of the water."
Hrimr tosses out his bed roll and grabs a handful of nuts. While he chewing on the dry nuts he says:
"I hope I can talk down the Dryad, but they are tied stronger to the forest that the Seela here. This curse has probably driven her insane. A terrible fate indeed. I truly hope we are able to help."
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Arnir grimaces as he munches on some of the acorns, and casts prestidigitation on them to add much needed flavour. Raising his eyebrows in satisfaction he says to himself "not half bad." Taking his bedroll from Bannock with a nod of thanks he opens his spellbook and listens while the others talk.
"One question nobody has yet asked is what happens when this spirit finds out we intend to betray it. Indeed, given its seeming omnipresence, I wonder how it is that it does not already know. I'm also rather happy we have its boon, especially with this devil stalking the forest waiting for us. Lastly, what are the odds that we can actually even kill it, if a great Elven hero with a dryad's assistance was able only to imprison it? It all seems rather foolish to me. I just want to leave this forest, and I'm happy to do whatever is necessary to expedite that goal."
"One question nobody has yet asked is what happens when this spirit finds out we intend to betray it. Indeed, given its seeming omnipresence, I wonder how it is that it does not already know. I'm also rather happy we have its boon, especially with this devil stalking the forest waiting for us. Lastly, what are the odds that we can actually even kill it, if a great Elven hero with a dryad's assistance was able only to imprison it? It all seems rather foolish to me. I just want to leave this forest, and I'm happy to do whatever is necessary to expedite that goal."
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