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<blockquote data-quote="Tangent Loki" data-source="post: 4116885" data-attributes="member: 20209"><p>The morning was long and warm. The summer sun giving the fields the cast of gold, and the weary part trudged on. They were three days to forests edge, a three week journey from the Capital of Tricondus, from whence they had departed.</p><p></p><p>The town was moderately sized. It was on a trade route from Deepgreen. It had an inn, a blacksmith, a tanner’s and a dozen lodges. It was probably home to only about five hundred people. </p><p></p><p>They made their way to the inn to seek lodgings for the night. It was a large structure, twenty five feet high and maybe a hundred across, with a depth nearing to fifty. Attached was a stable of half of those proportions. Wolf entered first. </p><p></p><p>“I need stabling for my horse and what’s the strongest ale do you have here?” Wolf demanded.</p><p> </p><p>“ Well, the strongest ale we have is Treant’s Beard, but its not likely that ye can down a whole tankard. In one draught. I recommend something a little lighter, its hard on those not so used to it’s bark.” Smiled the inkeep.</p><p></p><p>“I’ll have that. “ hastily marked Wolf. He’d be damned if he turned down a challenge.</p><p></p><p>The innkeep came back with a foaming mug, over a pint of the liquor. </p><p></p><p>Wolf slugged it back, he saw stars dance before his eyes, and was barely able to remain upright. He was very buzzed. He had a discount in his remaining drinks and slogged down some regular house ale. Drinking slowly, he passed the next while.</p><p></p><p>Raid sauntered up to the barkeep to ask “ what would you be having, sir?”</p><p></p><p>The Barkeep whispered conspiratorially, “ it is ale that’s yer fancy? Or wine, or brandy? As fer myself if I was to drink something It’s be some o’ the tear. Dryad’s tear by name. It’ a wee bit more pricy though. Than most you’ll find but it, if I may say is worth the price. “</p><p></p><p>Raid replied, “I’d like a bottle then” </p><p></p><p>The innkeep moves and pulls a bottle from the shelf. He uncorks it and smells the aroma. And pours a mug and leaves the bottle on the counter for Raid. The liquid is a deep burgundy almost blue as it is looked at. It smells of wildflowers and berries. With a faint touch of honeysuckle. The light taste upon his tongue is teal. It tastes teal, if color can be personified in taste. </p><p></p><p>He spends the evening at a table in the back. Turning his ring on the locals as they come in using its magic to read their thoughts. </p><p></p><p>He leaves the rest of the bottle with the innkeep for later. </p><p>The catperson tries to get the attention of a group of woodsmen in the corner. She is unsuccessful over the course of the evening. Wolf eventually retires out with a keg to the location of his new friend the centaur half-dragon. Who introduces himself as “Lord of the undefeated horizon”. </p><p></p><p>Acacius nettle valence into a drinking contest. They will start with the house ale. And move their way up to the pricier stuff. Every three drinks graduates them a level. The drinking begins and both are able to hold their liquor. Around the second tier Valence begins to appear as if its taken some effect upon her but she is still keeping her head about her. Acacius seems unperturbed. Upon the next tier it is acacias who is beginning to look a little worried. And by the third tier it is acacias who first drops under the table, but valence is deep down in her cups. At the point where she is no longer coherent. </p><p></p><p>They are both unceremoniously dumped into the same room. Everyone else makes their own ways to retire for the evening. </p><p></p><p>The next morning is bright, and acacias finds himself being laid upon. He quickly makes his way to the door and beings his chanting. Calling upon is innate magic to cloak him once more in his guise among flesh.</p><p></p><p>Raid is already downstairs and at breakfast. </p><p></p><p>Wolf and Horizon are still out sleeping at the edge of the woods. But over the course of the morning everyone gathers to come and eat breakfast. </p><p></p><p>Wolf request employment from the innkeep with “ Is there anything we could do around here?”</p><p></p><p>The innkeep puzzles for a moment. Then replies “ No tha I rightly know of. Well ye might try your hand to catch ol’ nessie, she’s a rumored three hunnnerd poun catfish living in the pond. I’d pay ye some money certainly fer that fish. If It is ye can catch her.”</p><p></p><p>While the catperson, Wolf, Horizon, and valence are planning their fishing expedition Raid has other business. </p><p></p><p>He asks the inkeep, “do you know where I might find the priest of this town? And his name? “</p><p></p><p>“The priest?” huffs the barkeep, “ I think it be Cassius, but I’m no tha sure. He lives near to the end of town out near Maude’s house, but ‘round this time he’s probably visitin’. So ye might try around old man Murray’s I think e’ll be ere about this time.”</p><p></p><p>“Thank you” said Raid, who made his way first to the preist’s house and having onto answer found his way to Old Man Murray’s.</p><p></p><p>He find him there, but he is busy and he is told that they could meet tonight at Caelan’s home.</p><p></p><p>Meanwhile the other group has made a plan. They will lower wolf into the water using a stine and rope to see if they can find the fish, which they will then wrestle to the surface, making use of Horizon’s great strength as a counterweight.</p><p></p><p>The first dive in unfruitful. </p><p></p><p>The second is also slow going and unfruitful.</p><p></p><p>On the third an enormous catfish is found. </p><p></p><p>An epic struggle commences. Wolf in his half-bear form initiates a grapple, but this is the beasts home, and it does not wish to leave. They strain with Horizon’s wings clapping through the air and manage to drag it fifteen feet up from its one hundred feet depth. It fights back with renewed strength pulling the rope down twenty feet. They again struggle and it rises twenty, and then it pulls the rope down forty, and keeps its thundering pace. </p><p></p><p>Soon Horizon is swimming in the water, it does not look good. But amidst the struggle wolf continues to punch the fish into unconsciousness. They then drag the fish out of the water where it suffocates and dies. </p><p></p><p>Wolf attempts to change back but his body will not respond to his demands. </p><p></p><p>He is now stuck. Until the morning. He grunts out to the remaining group “ tell them I war, urr, involved, Wolf’s catch.” </p><p></p><p>“me too” says Horizon.</p><p></p><p>And they make their way back into the forest.</p><p></p><p>The fish is received with much gladness and quickly hauled off to the tanners to take of it as is best possible an adornment for the wall of the inn, soon to be renamed the belly of the beast. A plaque will be placed beneath it with the names of the adventurers. </p><p></p><p>The price they demand? Free stay and ale at the inn on their next journey through. </p><p></p><p>They will always be welcome at the belly. </p><p></p><p> That night Raid makes his way to Caelan’s.</p><p></p><p>Caelan’s home is that of a simple parish priest. His house is spare, the walls homey. It is suffused by the amber light of candles when Raid arrives with Acacius. A simple meal has been prepared; lightly herbed chicken and some greens.</p><p></p><p>They eat.</p><p></p><p>Raid asks “ what can we expect as we venture forth into the woods?”</p><p>Caelan replies “ I dona know. If it’d be about the parish ye be askin then I could tell you the wonders of maude’s troubles with the gremlins. I could tell you about old man Murray’s trouble’s with the rabbits. He’s been here longer than the town you know. But I mostly concern myself with the people here.”</p><p></p><p>Raid questions “ who do you serve?”</p><p>“The god of roads. But he has hasked me to end my journey here. this is were the road is to end.”</p><p>“a pity we would be much obliged if you would travel with us for a time.”</p><p>“ I would I could. But thy need me here.”</p><p></p><p>“Onto a new question, then, what do you know about a blue liquid that grows on the bottom of mushrooms, we saw some of it on or way here, and were not sure of its properties.”</p><p></p><p>“Fairy wine, some call it, it is powerful magic. Earth magic. But none can see it unless the fey be they who will it so, have ye had dealings with the fey o the road?”</p><p></p><p>“yes we have, a little bit actually”</p><p></p><p>“Well the fey between here and the capital be plains fey, you’ll not be seeing more of them past here. It sounds like they’ve done right by you though.”</p><p></p><p>“Is there anything I can help you with?”</p><p></p><p>“well, I learned to cipher as a child but I have this one book of elvish words, the old high speech that I’ve never been able to cipher, I get most languages but this one’s been giving me trouble, you wouldn’t happen to know someone who speaks the old tongues do ye?”</p><p></p><p>“I infact do myself ay I have a look? Maybe you can help me as well, I too have something, inscribed on the ground by the fey, but I have been unable to make it out would you have a look?”</p><p></p><p>“certainly”</p><p></p><p>He looks over it providing a transcribed copy of the verse. </p><p></p><p>--</p><p>--</p><p></p><p>”What do you make of it?” asks raid.</p><p></p><p>“I dunna make anything of it. It was written by fey, who can tell what it means.”</p><p></p><p>“I think you have missed some of the meanings“ says Raid looking over it again.</p><p>He provides a new translation</p><p></p><p>---</p><p></p><p>“Ooh and ye missed a spot” exclaims Caelan . </p><p></p><p>--</p><p></p><p>“think I have it now” remarks Raid.</p><p> --</p><p></p><p>“That look right. At least I cannot find any more of it” adds Caelan.</p><p></p><p>“well, you have been most hospitable tonight care to join me for a drink at the Inn?” offer Raid. </p><p></p><p>“ Ah, I dunna think I’m up for it tonight friend” placates Caelan.</p><p></p><p>“It’s my treat, I have most of a bottle of Tear there that I’d love to share.” He offers again.</p><p></p><p>“when you put it that way, I’d be happy to join you” Caelan smiles.</p><p></p><p>They proceed back to drink.</p><p></p><p>When they depart Caelan blesses them both “May the god of roads watch over you, and keep your pathway light” he intones. </p><p></p><p>The next morning the group is getting ready to ride. They still have a prince to find.</p><p></p><p>Raid requests they wait until midday. “I have business.” He explains.</p><p></p><p>Wolf replies “ fine we leave at midday, if you not here we leave without”</p><p></p><p>Raid makes his way to old man Murray’s.</p><p></p><p>Old man Murray’s house is a queer place, built of four strait walls with jutting eaves that curl slightly upwards. It was definitely not built in the same tradition of the surrounding lodge-houses. It also smells of old. Raid knocks gently.</p><p></p><p>The old stooped man answers the door. His eyes wide and his hair unkempt. It smells of age and dust inside, shelves line the walls, there is a comfortable chair in the front room with a few other wooden stools. The old man plops into his chair. </p><p></p><p>“come to visit have you?” </p><p></p><p>The shelves are lined with odd baubles from bygone ages, small statuettes of glass, a few dusty tomes, some other boxes whose contents remain hidden from the world. </p><p></p><p>Raid asks “ I’m here to seek you’re wisdom Murray, I hear you know what is going on in the forest?”</p><p></p><p>“The rabbits have been bad this year. Getting in to my garden and eating all the roots. Never do anything useful, usually more trouble than they are worth.”</p><p></p><p>“I don’t imagine I can help you with your rabbit problem?”</p><p></p><p>“Why would I want that? They may get into the shrubs and the roots, but they always let me know when there is trouble about. It’s been ten years since they acted up like this, but it seems that its been about every ten years before something like this happens. They always get this stirred up when there are vampires about.”</p><p></p><p>“vampires?”</p><p></p><p>“every ten years the vampires take some kind of serious action. And the rabbits always come eating at my shrubs.”</p><p></p><p>“I’d be careful if I were you, and watch out for elfsign. They don’t take too kindly to trespassers. No they don’t. Stay on this side of it. If you see it. They’re the ones that leave Deepgreen alone. They let it sit there. But It’s in their forest. What was once theirs. The elves are terrible and powerful. Be wary of them.”</p><p> </p><p>Raid then proceeds to tell the tale of their travels. </p><p></p><p>The begs his leave of Murray and the party heads out. </p><p></p><p>The first day into the forest is long and meaning less. They see a few squirrels is all and they are heading east. In the night two jaguars cross the road fleeing east.</p><p></p><p>That night Raid is awoken in his sleep, an amulet in his temporary possession is taken from him and he is beaten.</p><p></p><p>The next day it is found out and Wolf yells at Horizon who was on watch. They make their way deeper into the forest. </p><p></p><p>In the morning they see a shape making its careful wall through the fronds. Of the deep forest. It is dark here and there is almost complete canopy cover to the road. It stops not far, from the road having spotted the group. Only the keenest eyes make out the green skin and a chain that trails from his hands underneath some of the nearby ferns. </p><p>“hello” they begin to all shout in the many tongues they speak.</p><p> </p><p></p><p>The shape hunches down. </p><p> </p><p>“We see you” calls out Raid.” We do not intend to hurt you. What is your name creature?”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Tangent Loki, post: 4116885, member: 20209"] The morning was long and warm. The summer sun giving the fields the cast of gold, and the weary part trudged on. They were three days to forests edge, a three week journey from the Capital of Tricondus, from whence they had departed. The town was moderately sized. It was on a trade route from Deepgreen. It had an inn, a blacksmith, a tanner’s and a dozen lodges. It was probably home to only about five hundred people. They made their way to the inn to seek lodgings for the night. It was a large structure, twenty five feet high and maybe a hundred across, with a depth nearing to fifty. Attached was a stable of half of those proportions. Wolf entered first. “I need stabling for my horse and what’s the strongest ale do you have here?” Wolf demanded. “ Well, the strongest ale we have is Treant’s Beard, but its not likely that ye can down a whole tankard. In one draught. I recommend something a little lighter, its hard on those not so used to it’s bark.” Smiled the inkeep. “I’ll have that. “ hastily marked Wolf. He’d be damned if he turned down a challenge. The innkeep came back with a foaming mug, over a pint of the liquor. Wolf slugged it back, he saw stars dance before his eyes, and was barely able to remain upright. He was very buzzed. He had a discount in his remaining drinks and slogged down some regular house ale. Drinking slowly, he passed the next while. Raid sauntered up to the barkeep to ask “ what would you be having, sir?” The Barkeep whispered conspiratorially, “ it is ale that’s yer fancy? Or wine, or brandy? As fer myself if I was to drink something It’s be some o’ the tear. Dryad’s tear by name. It’ a wee bit more pricy though. Than most you’ll find but it, if I may say is worth the price. “ Raid replied, “I’d like a bottle then” The innkeep moves and pulls a bottle from the shelf. He uncorks it and smells the aroma. And pours a mug and leaves the bottle on the counter for Raid. The liquid is a deep burgundy almost blue as it is looked at. It smells of wildflowers and berries. With a faint touch of honeysuckle. The light taste upon his tongue is teal. It tastes teal, if color can be personified in taste. He spends the evening at a table in the back. Turning his ring on the locals as they come in using its magic to read their thoughts. He leaves the rest of the bottle with the innkeep for later. The catperson tries to get the attention of a group of woodsmen in the corner. She is unsuccessful over the course of the evening. Wolf eventually retires out with a keg to the location of his new friend the centaur half-dragon. Who introduces himself as “Lord of the undefeated horizon”. Acacius nettle valence into a drinking contest. They will start with the house ale. And move their way up to the pricier stuff. Every three drinks graduates them a level. The drinking begins and both are able to hold their liquor. Around the second tier Valence begins to appear as if its taken some effect upon her but she is still keeping her head about her. Acacius seems unperturbed. Upon the next tier it is acacias who is beginning to look a little worried. And by the third tier it is acacias who first drops under the table, but valence is deep down in her cups. At the point where she is no longer coherent. They are both unceremoniously dumped into the same room. Everyone else makes their own ways to retire for the evening. The next morning is bright, and acacias finds himself being laid upon. He quickly makes his way to the door and beings his chanting. Calling upon is innate magic to cloak him once more in his guise among flesh. Raid is already downstairs and at breakfast. Wolf and Horizon are still out sleeping at the edge of the woods. But over the course of the morning everyone gathers to come and eat breakfast. Wolf request employment from the innkeep with “ Is there anything we could do around here?” The innkeep puzzles for a moment. Then replies “ No tha I rightly know of. Well ye might try your hand to catch ol’ nessie, she’s a rumored three hunnnerd poun catfish living in the pond. I’d pay ye some money certainly fer that fish. If It is ye can catch her.” While the catperson, Wolf, Horizon, and valence are planning their fishing expedition Raid has other business. He asks the inkeep, “do you know where I might find the priest of this town? And his name? “ “The priest?” huffs the barkeep, “ I think it be Cassius, but I’m no tha sure. He lives near to the end of town out near Maude’s house, but ‘round this time he’s probably visitin’. So ye might try around old man Murray’s I think e’ll be ere about this time.” “Thank you” said Raid, who made his way first to the preist’s house and having onto answer found his way to Old Man Murray’s. He find him there, but he is busy and he is told that they could meet tonight at Caelan’s home. Meanwhile the other group has made a plan. They will lower wolf into the water using a stine and rope to see if they can find the fish, which they will then wrestle to the surface, making use of Horizon’s great strength as a counterweight. The first dive in unfruitful. The second is also slow going and unfruitful. On the third an enormous catfish is found. An epic struggle commences. Wolf in his half-bear form initiates a grapple, but this is the beasts home, and it does not wish to leave. They strain with Horizon’s wings clapping through the air and manage to drag it fifteen feet up from its one hundred feet depth. It fights back with renewed strength pulling the rope down twenty feet. They again struggle and it rises twenty, and then it pulls the rope down forty, and keeps its thundering pace. Soon Horizon is swimming in the water, it does not look good. But amidst the struggle wolf continues to punch the fish into unconsciousness. They then drag the fish out of the water where it suffocates and dies. Wolf attempts to change back but his body will not respond to his demands. He is now stuck. Until the morning. He grunts out to the remaining group “ tell them I war, urr, involved, Wolf’s catch.” “me too” says Horizon. And they make their way back into the forest. The fish is received with much gladness and quickly hauled off to the tanners to take of it as is best possible an adornment for the wall of the inn, soon to be renamed the belly of the beast. A plaque will be placed beneath it with the names of the adventurers. The price they demand? Free stay and ale at the inn on their next journey through. They will always be welcome at the belly. That night Raid makes his way to Caelan’s. Caelan’s home is that of a simple parish priest. His house is spare, the walls homey. It is suffused by the amber light of candles when Raid arrives with Acacius. A simple meal has been prepared; lightly herbed chicken and some greens. They eat. Raid asks “ what can we expect as we venture forth into the woods?” Caelan replies “ I dona know. If it’d be about the parish ye be askin then I could tell you the wonders of maude’s troubles with the gremlins. I could tell you about old man Murray’s trouble’s with the rabbits. He’s been here longer than the town you know. But I mostly concern myself with the people here.” Raid questions “ who do you serve?” “The god of roads. But he has hasked me to end my journey here. this is were the road is to end.” “a pity we would be much obliged if you would travel with us for a time.” “ I would I could. But thy need me here.” “Onto a new question, then, what do you know about a blue liquid that grows on the bottom of mushrooms, we saw some of it on or way here, and were not sure of its properties.” “Fairy wine, some call it, it is powerful magic. Earth magic. But none can see it unless the fey be they who will it so, have ye had dealings with the fey o the road?” “yes we have, a little bit actually” “Well the fey between here and the capital be plains fey, you’ll not be seeing more of them past here. It sounds like they’ve done right by you though.” “Is there anything I can help you with?” “well, I learned to cipher as a child but I have this one book of elvish words, the old high speech that I’ve never been able to cipher, I get most languages but this one’s been giving me trouble, you wouldn’t happen to know someone who speaks the old tongues do ye?” “I infact do myself ay I have a look? Maybe you can help me as well, I too have something, inscribed on the ground by the fey, but I have been unable to make it out would you have a look?” “certainly” He looks over it providing a transcribed copy of the verse. -- -- ”What do you make of it?” asks raid. “I dunna make anything of it. It was written by fey, who can tell what it means.” “I think you have missed some of the meanings“ says Raid looking over it again. He provides a new translation --- “Ooh and ye missed a spot” exclaims Caelan . -- “think I have it now” remarks Raid. -- “That look right. At least I cannot find any more of it” adds Caelan. “well, you have been most hospitable tonight care to join me for a drink at the Inn?” offer Raid. “ Ah, I dunna think I’m up for it tonight friend” placates Caelan. “It’s my treat, I have most of a bottle of Tear there that I’d love to share.” He offers again. “when you put it that way, I’d be happy to join you” Caelan smiles. They proceed back to drink. When they depart Caelan blesses them both “May the god of roads watch over you, and keep your pathway light” he intones. The next morning the group is getting ready to ride. They still have a prince to find. Raid requests they wait until midday. “I have business.” He explains. Wolf replies “ fine we leave at midday, if you not here we leave without” Raid makes his way to old man Murray’s. Old man Murray’s house is a queer place, built of four strait walls with jutting eaves that curl slightly upwards. It was definitely not built in the same tradition of the surrounding lodge-houses. It also smells of old. Raid knocks gently. The old stooped man answers the door. His eyes wide and his hair unkempt. It smells of age and dust inside, shelves line the walls, there is a comfortable chair in the front room with a few other wooden stools. The old man plops into his chair. “come to visit have you?” The shelves are lined with odd baubles from bygone ages, small statuettes of glass, a few dusty tomes, some other boxes whose contents remain hidden from the world. Raid asks “ I’m here to seek you’re wisdom Murray, I hear you know what is going on in the forest?” “The rabbits have been bad this year. Getting in to my garden and eating all the roots. Never do anything useful, usually more trouble than they are worth.” “I don’t imagine I can help you with your rabbit problem?” “Why would I want that? They may get into the shrubs and the roots, but they always let me know when there is trouble about. It’s been ten years since they acted up like this, but it seems that its been about every ten years before something like this happens. They always get this stirred up when there are vampires about.” “vampires?” “every ten years the vampires take some kind of serious action. And the rabbits always come eating at my shrubs.” “I’d be careful if I were you, and watch out for elfsign. They don’t take too kindly to trespassers. No they don’t. Stay on this side of it. If you see it. They’re the ones that leave Deepgreen alone. They let it sit there. But It’s in their forest. What was once theirs. The elves are terrible and powerful. Be wary of them.” Raid then proceeds to tell the tale of their travels. The begs his leave of Murray and the party heads out. The first day into the forest is long and meaning less. They see a few squirrels is all and they are heading east. In the night two jaguars cross the road fleeing east. That night Raid is awoken in his sleep, an amulet in his temporary possession is taken from him and he is beaten. The next day it is found out and Wolf yells at Horizon who was on watch. They make their way deeper into the forest. In the morning they see a shape making its careful wall through the fronds. Of the deep forest. It is dark here and there is almost complete canopy cover to the road. It stops not far, from the road having spotted the group. Only the keenest eyes make out the green skin and a chain that trails from his hands underneath some of the nearby ferns. “hello” they begin to all shout in the many tongues they speak. The shape hunches down. “We see you” calls out Raid.” We do not intend to hurt you. What is your name creature?” [/QUOTE]
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