A Satyr d20+16=24 d20+21=30 Monday May 17th, 2004 2:07:45 AM
A haunting tune plays on the wind.
A fey sits, relaxed on a nearby rock, playing his pan pipes(Perform 24). His eyes are closed as he plays (Listen 30). There is a staff and backpack leaning against the stone nearby. His cloak billows in the breeze over the stone's surface. He wears worn and weathered leather armor. A clay chalice sits near his knees.
A spirit of the woods, translucent green, dances around the stone as the satyr plays (Cast Wood Wose, using rod, lasts 6 hours). Their is a very alert owl in a tree near the fey.
A Paladin d20=18 Monday May 17th, 2004 8:13:02 AM
A tired Paladin looking for a place to rest, hears in the distant?? Music, Beautiful music. He'll put on his cloak over his chainmail to stiffle the armor's noise. He is very young to be a paladin, very thin also, he look to only 150 pounds. His green eyes looking here and there, he come very near the a open patch of rocks and green grass, in the woods.
There sits a satyr on top a rock, playing the pan pipes. The Paladin will sit under the near by tree (hopefully unnotice). There Sir Henri will rest and listen to the beautiful music.
An Elf Monday May 17th, 2004 11:08:32 AM
An inquisitive looking elf listens to the satyr play his pipes for a bit then opens a pocket and calls out "Kuari!" Out of the pocket comes an Owl the size of a normal sized eagle, half again the size of a normal owl. This snowy white and silver owl flies up and then gracefully lands on the elf's right shoulder. The elf looks around then tells Kuari "stay alert and please don't pick on the other owl."
After a short while the elf looks over to the satyr and the paladin then introduces himself to them "Greetings, I am Aelanthir Willowholm and this is my best friend Kuari." as he scratches the owl's head right above the beak causing the owl to make a soothing "hoot."
A Young Half-Elven Lady Monday May 17th, 2004 1:25:53 PM
The lady has long wavy blonde hair which is worn loose. She has eyes the color of dark amber. The woman is clearly Half-Elven and does not look one wit like her brother. Her garb looks like fancy, well-made travel clothing. In the middle of her forehead; right where a mystic third eye might be found, is a small crystal with one wide flat facet edged by many small ones. The crystal is directly adhered to her skin. Around her neck she wears an unusual amulet. She arrives at the glen shortly after the Elf and stands next to him with arms crossed loosely in front of her. With an aloof look she takes in the scene. The haunting tune catches her interest as she absently reaches over and begins to scratch the large Eagle-owl's head right near one of the ear-tufts. She glances askance at her brother as he introduces himself to the strangers, and doesn't even bother to mention her. She waits with any personal introductions for the mean time since the man looks like he would rather be sleeping, and the satyr is providing the entertainment. She smiles a little and begins to hum the Satyr's tune very softly.
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