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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 1966029" data-attributes="member: 2323">[PLAIN][Realms #298] Ixin, I Presume[/PLAIN]Ixin and Morier looked at one another and then at Karak. The dwarf snorted and turned back to Vade and Ledare. "Check it out," he grumbled and Morier reached instinctively for his greatsword."Might be a good idea for you and I to advance scout and see if we might be able to idnetify who - or what - is coming," the eldritch warrior suggested. "We might be able to maintain some minor level of stealth.""I've a better idea," Ixin countered and whistled softly beneath the branches of a nearby tree. A flutter of movement above indicated Martivir's location and a moment later the bird dropped soundlessly out of the tree and alighted on Ixin's outstretched hand. She drew the owl in close and said, "Go see what all the fuss is about with Great Root." The owl hooted back at her and the drakeling shrugged her broad shoulders. "That's not my fault. You should have gone to bed when the rest of us did." And then she tossed the familiar into the air.As she watched him soar off through the trees she shook her head and told Morier, "I think that bird would sleep all day if I let him."As they waited for Martivir to return, they could hear Great Root's enormous voice arguing with someone or something, but they couldn't make out the words anymore - which probably spoke well for the intruder. Great Root was extremely single-minded when it came to protecting the valley. After a moment or two, the owl returned and landed on a low-hanging branch. He hooted at Ixin and she relayed the information to Morier."Marty says it's only one person," Ixin said and the relief was obvious in her voice. "A sidhe, like you.""And elf?" Morier grimaced and a storm cloud seemed to move across his crimson eyes. "Well, I suppose it could be worse." he grabbed his greatsword and motioned for Ixin to follow him as he moved toward the sound of Great Root's voice.Ixin paused long enough to make sure that her Chainmail Bikini was properly arranged before she trotted after the albino."Wise treant, I approach with reverance to you and the great duty you have to protect this hallowed land," the elf was saying as they approached to within earshot. They could see him standing before Great Root, apparently unafraid or doing an exceptional job of keeping that fear hidden. No mean feat considering the fact that the treant towered over him, easily three times the elf's own height.Like all elves, the newcomer was slender with upswept eyes and ears; his hair was blonde and long, kept off of his delicate features by a wooden circlet. His eyes flashed corn-flower blue in the perpetual twilight beneath the forest canopy. His clothes were fine quality - that was apparent even at a distance - and cut in that decidedly elven style that favored intricate tooling on every seam and elongated points on the hem of both cape and robe. They were ill-suited to traipsing through the wilderness, but judging from the trail grime that had accumulated on them, that was exactly what he'd been doing. A large satchel slung cross-wise over his torso and a belt that bulged with pouches completed his attire."Please, I mean you no ill," he told Great Root and the tree shook its leafy crown."Known to me your people are," the treant said. "Friends of the forest all, but none allowed be here. None!"The elf looked unperturbed. "Then perhaps you cannot help me after all," he said with a gracious bow. "For I seek a party of warriors and that search has led me to you.  But you say that you have had no dealings with six warriors in the last few days. Perhaps my information was incorrect."Great Root paused, his body creaking as he stood there contemplating the elf's comments. "Warriors? Like you?" the treant asked. "Rootless?""Yes, mighty one," the elf said. "Does this mean that you have seen them?""Yes," the treant sighed. "None allowed be here. But linger yet they do.""Ancient Soul , may I have your permission to approach and speak my piece with them?" the elf said and despite his courtly demeanor, Ixin could sense an excited hope in his words."No! None allowed be here!" the treant said quickly and the elf started."But-!" he managed to utter before the Great Root gestured and the tree behind which Ixin and Morier were hiding twisted as if it were made of flesh and blood rather than solid wood. At once, the two eavesdropping companions stood revealed to the elf."Sh*t," Morier whispered out of the side of his mouth and Ixin nodded her agreement."Speak with them you may do," Great Root said. "But no more enter the forbidden place.""Thank you sir," the elf said. bowing graciously once more. "May the druids of this land praise and protect your kind.""It is you rootless wanderers who need protection," Great Root said with a bemused tone. He gestured with one of his limbs toward Morier and Ixin. The elf nodded and approached them with his hands spread and open. He looked at Morier and said nothing, but smiled as he laid eyes on Ixin."You must be Ixin," he smirked. "The humans I spoke with in Strenchburg Junction did not do justice to your majesty. You are truly magnificent, although I am intrigued to know how the blood of dragons runs so hotly through your veins when the last dragon was seen on Oerune during my grandfather's youth. If you discount the anachronism that is the red, Balderdash."Ixin blinked at him and said smoothly, "You have me at a disadvantage, sir. You know my name and I don't know yours." The elf smiled apologetically."Forgive me. I am weary from my travels. I have been searching this land for your party for several weeks," he said with a slight bow. "I am Bisayo Xilosnient of the Ten'Venielle and I would speak with your leader, the Janissary, Ledare Eelsof'faw."</blockquote>

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