The Bold Adventures of Poins--In the Woods!

[Brain]

Hemaor marvels at the tree habitat that is invisible from the ground below. He grabs the leads for his wolf and walks single file with it, making sure that he steps anywhere that it will step before it does.

 

[Rhialto]

A pair of Wood Goblins step forward and give the wolf a drink. "For the venom," one explains to Hemaor. Then Loas motions them to follow him. He leads them through winding walkways to one tent that glistens with rich decoration--swirling patterns that show the history of this tribe's heroes and gods. He opens the flap of the tent for the group. "Enter. Obeah Swiftwing wishes to speak to you."

 

[jkason]

A pair of Wood Goblins step forward and give the wolf a drink. "For the venom," one explains to Hemaor. Then Loas motions them to follow him. He leads them through winding walkways to one tent that glistens with rich decoration--swirling patterns that show the history of this tribe's heroes and gods. He opens the flap of the tent for the group. "Enter. Obeah Swiftwing wishes to speak to you."

"Royal audience," Liev mutters. "This day has definitely taken an upswing."

He straightens his ill-fitting clothing, tries to stand as tall as he can, and enters the tent.

 

[Brain]

These goblins are of a different sort, that is for sure. They have been very helpful and friendly. Even looking out for my wolf.

Thinking such pleasant thoughts, Hemaor peeks in the tent and sees if there is room to bring his wolf. If there is not, he will tie it up outside before entering.

 

[Rhialto]

Inside the tent sits a wizened old Wood Goblin, wearing an elaborate feathered headdress. "Greetings," he states with a nod. "Students of Nightshade--wanderers and dwellers in the Wood--well met all. I am Kesh Swiftwing, Obeah for the Seven Leaf tribe. I fear I must share with you dark tidings of the Purple Eyes tribe's mad ambitions."

 

[Brain]

Hemaor stands and nods respectfully.

 

[jkason]

Inside the tent sits a wizened old Wood Goblin, wearing an elaborate feathered headdress. "Greetings," he states with a nod. "Students of Nightshade--wanderers and dwellers in the Wood--well met all. I am Kesh Swiftwing, Obeah for the Seven Leaf tribe. I fear I must share with you dark tidings of the Purple Eyes tribe's mad ambitions."

Liev bows awkwardly. He's really not quite sure of the etiquette, but it seems the thing to do.

"I'm Liev Sibin, haunter of the wood," he says. He gestures to the others, then pauses, quirking up his face. "I'd introduce my companions, but I just realized I have no idea what their names are. I guess I was busy trying to escape being sacrificed to the Purple Eyes' mad ambitions. As I'm quite put out by my near death, I'd love hear more details, though, so I can maybe take out my aggressions by hamstringing them."

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Devon

Devon stops looking around in awe and realises he's been addressed. "Forgive me Master Swiftwing. I'm just so amazed by this. I'm Devon Farmer. I am Nightshade's pupil. This is my bond brother Graf." He says pointing to the half Goblin.

 

[Rhialto]

Swiftwing raises his hand, a gentle smile on his lips. "No need of forgiveness, young Devon. Your master has oft told me of your progress, in our corespondence." He shakes his head. "I must be quick and leap to the point. The Purple Eyes, those ambitious scions of their iron god, have from their mountains crept to seek in service of vile Lord Barizar, son of Vathek, the weapons to extend his evil reign from the ragged passes that do now call him master. To arm his ambitions, they look to the abandoned devices of the Azerai, and worse, if what my daughter has uncovered is aright, the lost engines of Vaaldusk the Cruel, Godslayer and World-Wracker!" He shuts his eyes. "Clearly, this is an evil that must be prevented..."

 

[jkason]

Swiftwing raises his hand, a gentle smile on his lips. "No need of forgiveness, young Devon. Your master has oft told me of your progress, in our corespondence." He shakes his head. "I must be quick and leap to the point. The Purple Eyes, those ambitious scions of their iron god, have from their mountains crept to seek in service of vile Lord Barizar, son of Vathek, the weapons to extend his evil reign from the ragged passes that do now call him master. To arm his ambitions, they look to the abandoned devices of the Azerai, and worse, if what my daughter has uncovered is aright, the lost engines of Vaaldusk the Cruel, Godslayer and World-Wracker!" He shuts his eyes. "Clearly, this is an evil that must be prevented..."

"The Azerai? Those ... things that tore through half of creation?" Liev says, for once at a total loss. "I definitely think that qualifies as 'mad ambitions.'"

There's a clear inner struggle going on, as the normally-selfish boy weighs his options. Then his face sets with determination and he announces, "Right, then. If they've got Azerai power plus equipment from some loon with 'Godslayer' in his name, hiding in the woods and staying out of the way isn't really going to be an option, now is it? In which case: What do you need from me?"