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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Gregor" data-source="post: 5533020" data-attributes="member: 11751">[GM]Lars, the males fled.  They are not there now. [/GM][sblock="for Kirio"]The word Seela means nothing to you. However, judging by the fact that they speak Sylvan and apparently live in the forest, you can assume that they are some kind of Fey. There are countless races of Fey, but all of them are extremely long-lived, if not ageless, and have some connection to nature, the earth, or elements.As for the Song of Forms, it means nothing to you.[/sblock]Tiljann accepts your offer to enter into the tower and she looks around the inside like an inquisitive child.  After a few moments, she responds:"Its ever so nice to meet all of you.  Oh and one of you makes music! I have never met anyone from beyond the fires.  I wonder what its like out there? Oh...sorry, I'm not answering your questions."She sits down on the stone floor, and adjusts her wings so she can lean against the wall.  Once comfortable she continues."Where to begin?  Oh yes.  Perhaps 10 or so years, as a human measures it I believe, before I was born from the will of nature and the first tree, a great evil came to the forest.  We Seela are the first children of the forest.  The oldest and wisest of the fey that lived here.  We would sing news from one end of the forest to the other through the rustling of leaves in the wind, and it was us who first noticed the presence of evil.  It spread through the woods, an incorporeal menace that would possess and endow its power upon several dying animals, who struggled to stay alive. Seeing the strange entity as a disturbance in nature, we called upon the elf-hero Anyariel to conquer the monster."  She pauses for a moment, staring out an arrow-slit.  After taking a deep breath, she starts to speak again."We seela sang the Song of Forms, an ancient hymn of history and events in the forest, a song woven in our very bodies.  The song’s power trapped the evil in the body of a noble dire stag.  Corrupted and possessed as it was, it rampaged through the forest.  Anyariel pursued it to the center of Lake Seela, where she trapped it with a mortal blow of her sword.  The creature did not die, but it cannot be released from a bodied form until we stop singing.  Over time, its evil essence has seeped through Anyariel's sword, an ancient wooden blade cut from the first tree, and has spread into the forest.  When the fires came, the creature was able to control both the woods and the flames.   We are tied to the forest and if it dies, so do we."She turns to face you with eyes welling.  "I urge you to come to the village.  Speak with Papuvin, the Song Leader.  He leads us and can tell you more.  I know that you can help us end this suffering of the forest.  I know you can help us find a way to live and free us from the flames."</blockquote>

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