Tarumen, Land of Earth and Sky

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"I hesitated to bring it up, I didn't wish to offend, but that's what I'm afraid of too. Perhaps he is angry at the way we in Sage Hollow are conducting our business, perhaps he has a grievence with someone in the village, or perhaps he's mad. I really don't know. But he must be stopped and brought to justice, one way or another," the Magistrate says grimly.

 

[kirinke]

Cerithea Rilynn Altinddare-Elf

*Cerithea, stepped back, eyes wide with respect at the transformation, knowing quite well that only a druid of some power has the ability to shapeshift. "My name is Cerithea Rilynn Altinddare honoured ones," she said to both the druid and the Magistrate, using the honorific reserved for unfamilar personages of rank in her culture.*

"As I said, I too, have some abilities granted by the gods and nature itself. If it is indeed a druid gone rogue, then I am very glad that another druid is here to help combat such power." she said carefully.

 

[Verbatim]

*As his wagon seemed to seek out every bump and hole on the road, more of a trail than a road if the truth was known, Throreth wondered if his decision to leave the farm and resume this life was really the best decision that he could have made.*

The garden was finally how we had envisioned it and I am sure this year I could convince the dwarven merchants to bring us the stones we wanted for the basement…

*Stopping himself before his thoughts went any further, Throreth knew such thoughts were counterproductive to both his task on hand, as well as his sanity in general.*

The gods never promised life would be easy and you both knew what the eventual outcome would be, especially once you quit focusing on your magic full time...

*A deep rut brought Throreth back to the present and after stopping to make sure the wheel was not damaged, nor the axle snapped, he turned and looked ahead and saw a narrow rope bridge about a hundred yards ahead of him. Walking in front of the horses, Throreth rubbed each of their muzzles as he spoke to them.*

"It seems that we have almost reached our destination friends, but I not know how I will get you both across. For once I think we will literally have to cross this bridge to find the answer. Who would have thought a human phrase would be true?"

*Closing the distance to the gate quickly, walking in front of his wagon with the horses, Throreth looked across the narrow bridge but trusted it would not still be in use if it could not serve its function.*

There is no logic in having an entrance that doesn't work...

*Lashing the horses to the railing, Throreth dusted himself off as best he could and quickly crossed the bridge, halting as a stern looking guard raised his hand towards him.*

 

[Bluecloud]

Zan: Half-elf Monk

*listening as intently as he can Zan notices his pies have been brought out. With a huge smile on his face suddenly he forgets everything he was thinking about.*

"Thanks!"

*Zan flips the maid a silver piece for a tip as he devours the first pie. After finishing the first he remembers the conversation he heard as he first came into sage hollow about the building with the purplr flowering vines.*

Most likely its the same beast and it probably comes with a reward!

*Gathers up his things and grabs his second pie and begins to down it while he speed walks to the building with the purple flowering vines*

 

[sukael]

Erland M. Grauhim - Human

"Ah," says Erland, smiling a little, "I wouldn't exactly call myself 'honored.' Certainly--" --dropping into a self-deprecating faux-manly voice for a moment-- "--handsome and powerful--but not 'honored.'"

*With a word of Sylvan he calls his hawk back to his shoulder.*

"What concerns me most, honestly," he says, now completely serious, "is why such a druid would go rogue in the first place."

 

[kirinke]

Cerithea Rilynn Altinddare-Elf

Cerithea grinned at the druid's joke and sobered. "It could be for many reasons. Insanity has no bounds, knows no limits." she shrugged. "If we can, perhaps we can take him alive? Healers might be able to bring him or her back to their senses."*

 

[sword-dancer]

Cirlioniel ned Uirlianelen

As the Serving Maid comes along the table.

"Hello, .. I´m looking.. for the... man Kirendor,... he should... live somewhere.. in this town..., could... you.. tell.. me where.. he lives.. here?"

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

There is no logic in having an entrance that doesn't work...

*Lashing the horses to the railing, Throreth dusted himself off as best he could and quickly crossed the bridge, halting as a stern looking guard raised his hand towards him.*

"Greetings traveler. This is Sage Hollow. I need to know your name, purpose, and search your belongings before you can enter. And believe it or not, if your horses can be led calmly, the wagon will fit across the bridge," the guard says.

 

[Verbatim]

Throreth, Elvish Diviner and Alchemist

"Greetings traveler. This is Sage Hollow. I need to know your name, purpose, and search your belongings before you can enter. And believe it or not, if your horses can be led calmly, the wagon will fit across the bridge," the guard says.

*Throreth nodded his head at the guard's request and after a quick glance back over the bridge, he answered him.*

"I am Throreth and to be honest, my purpose here is two fold. Over the past few days, I have heard numerous travelers mentioning the current dilemma that Sage Hollow is facing, and I would like to offer what services I can. I am also in need of supplies for both my horses and myself. While I do not mind you inspecting my wagon, I must ask that if there is anything inside of it you are curious of, please ask before picking it up. I am also an alchemist by trade, and would hate to see you cause harm to yourself through no fault of your own."

I would also hate to see some of my rarer herbs wasted due to an accident...

*Walking back across the bridge, Throreth placed the blinders on each of the horses and slowly began walking them across the bridge. The process took even longer due to Throreth's own nervousness and the horses were quick to pick up his uneasiness. However, after what seemed to be an eternity but was truly closer to five minutes, Throreth, the horses, and the wagon all were on solid ground once more.*

Perhaps there will be someone in town who would like a job as a drover? It would be nice to have the burden shared and I think the horses would prefer anyone to me right now...

*Opening the back of the wagon, Throreth stepped to the side of it as he spoke to the guard.*

"Ready when you are sir."

 

[sukael]

Erland M. Grauhim - Human

"If we can, perhaps we can take him alive? Healers might be able to bring him or her back to their senses."

"I can but hope," Erland says quietly.

Then, a little louder, he asks Marlissa: "Has there ever been more than one of these attacks in a single day?"