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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jon Potter" data-source="post: 2328394" data-attributes="member: 2323">Naked and AloneMorier paused long enough to fashion himself a makeshift loincloth of vines and leaves. The garment wouldn't win any of the fashion contests that the bards were always going on about, but it afforded him a degree of modesty and right now that was all he cared about. That and finding his companions to disprove any suppositions about his death.He glanced about, determined the direction back to the Aronerai School, and set off through the trees.The goblins looked at him queerly as he stood in his rude skirt outside the thorny wall that hedged in The Great Oak. In comparison, their clothing of animal pelts seemed like finery. He shook his head, glad for the moment that his friends weren't here to see him.As he pondered this thought, he got a prickling on the nape of his neck that he recognized at once. He was being scryed. It took only a moment to locate the sensor - a wavering, ocular distortion in the air above him - but there was nothing he could do to prevent the voyeurism.'Perhaps,' he thought, 'it's father checking up on me.' But that seemed unlikely. It was certainly within Angwyn's power to divine Morier's location if he chose to, but remote viewing wasn't the man's style. At least, not any more. He'd be more likely to teleport here directly than to scry for any length of time... and he was very unlikely to teleport anywhere.More likely it was one of their enemies. A potent mage had served alongside the werebats in the caves outside Strenchburg Junction. It was foolhardy of the VQS to think that their actions against Aphyx would go unnoticed for-"Great Oak say you come now," Nigoulickit croaked, snapping Morier's attention away from the sensor and back to the hedge, which was now opened to him."Get a good look..." Morier growled up at the sensor. "You'll be seeing me again." Then he turned and stalked down the thorny tunnel to speak with The Great Oak."I humbly thank you for offering all of us the gift of the Purging," Morier said to The Great Oak once preliminary greetings were complete and the Eldritch Warrior had detailed his experiences with the Grove of Renewel."I am not so sure that Vadenhuffer T. Briarhopper and Ixin of Clan Vermillion would share with your gratitude," the Great Oak sighed. "Their experiences in the Grove were less pleasant than yours." Morier paused and bowed his head."I regret that those two did not make it through, but my own survival has afforded me information that may be critical to the cause that my companions seek," the elf said after a moment. He was unashamed of his success where the others had failed. His victory within the Grove may well have turned the tide of their conflict with Aphyx. "The keys to Dridana's freedom are within our grasp, but I must find Ledare and Feln. The three cairns at the entrance to the Grove must mean that they think I did not survive the Purging. Do you know what they intended to do upon leaving this spot?"The Great Oak's leaves rustled for a moment. "They left yesterday morning heading south," the tree spoke into his mind. "They make for Pellham to uncover the source of the disturbance I sense growing there.""Yesterday?!" Morier cried. "They promised they'd wait two days!""It has been four days since your friends exited the Grove," the Great Oak told him."What? It wasn't that long ago that I myself entered the tests," the albino protested. and the tree clacked his branches."Time flows differently within the Grove of Renewal," he explained. "They waited before heading south."Morier considered this, noting the relative position of the twin 'pulls' in his mind. Both were in the south, one drawing his senses southwest and the other pulling southeast. That was something anyway. "Is it possible that you can send word to them that I am indeed alive and can help guide them?""I can try," the tree replied. "They move with haste, but the wagon required to transport your reborn friend will hamper the centaurs' progress.""Centaurs?" Morier asked. He'd heard of but never met an actual representative of the horsefolk."The Lord of Horses answered by call for aid," the Great Oak said simply, adding after a moment's pause, "Go. I will gather what assistance I can for you"</blockquote>

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