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Fae King Rising
Short Fellow, Tall Fellow


Sages and Songs (DM Cayzle)  d20+17=34
Sunday February 27th, 2005 2:16:13 PM

Sarigar and Renik go shopping.

[OOC: You guys might want to make a dual visit to the Catacombs. That would be a hoot! Renik-as-personal-shopper!]

Tratain and Renik bump into each other at the Sage's Guild, where Renik arranges to meet a bard he knows of -- a sage, but with a reputation for slumming it in the finer taverns from time to time.

This fellow -- a half-elf named Wurren -- picks up on the symbol right away! He hums a little ditty that reminds him of the details.

"Sure, this is the mark of a militant elvish wing of the Templars of the Wild. You heard of them, right? The druidic bunch who are known both for skill with weapons and for their eagerness to use them? Good guys, mostly, but a little heavy on the taking-themselves-too-seriously side."

"Why do you fellows want to know? They mostly keep away from 'civilized' spots."

[OOC: Wishing for better posting from Arien, Draax, and Feng! We're down to six, guys, so every post counts! -- Cayzle]

Tratain 
Sunday February 27th, 2005 6:37:35 PM
Tratain looks at Renik and Shrugs.

He says "Can't say that I have, could you tell us where we would be able to find them? And any usefull information you know about them would help as well."

Draax 
Monday February 28th, 2005 2:35:32 AM
Draax catches up with the others as they talk to Wurren. He listens as they learn about the Templars of the Wild.

Renik 
Monday February 28th, 2005 8:23:24 AM
Renik listens attentively as Wurren speaks. He nods at Tratain's comments, then adds "Yes, a location would be very handy, as well as the name of their leader. They delivered us a message but neglected to inform how to reply. Out of interest, who do these chaps tend to use their weapons on, exactly?"

Later he suggests to Sarigar that they head over to the Catacombs to buy some new toys. (OOC See you there!)

Sarigar and Blackpaws 
Monday February 28th, 2005 4:14:54 PM
"Cat's with combs? I tried that once with a cougar, it didn't like it much."

Once what the Catacombs is explained to him, he responds, "Oh, the shiny circle trading place...Ummm, where's that? Everything looks and smells the same in the city. At least in the wild places, I can smell where the wolves are, and the cougars, and the orcs, and the..."

Once he's effectively gagged (or he'll keep naming off animals and monsters for hours), he'll proceed on to the Catacombs (which, he'll probably get lost finding at least half a dozen times).

Wurren (DM Cayzle) 
Monday February 28th, 2005 10:43:00 PM
The party listens intently and then asks more questions.

Wurren looks a little impatient. If you can make a Sense Motive check vs DC20, then Please Highlight to display spoiler: {Wurren seems to expect something of you before he goes into more detail. He is impatient that you do not realize this.}

The bardic sage grumbles, "Look, my time is precious to me, and you are wasting it. I've spoken too freely as it is."

He looks at you and seems about to depart.

Draax  d20=19
Tuesday March 1st, 2005 2:22:42 AM
Having arrived in the middle of the conversation Draax is sure that the bard is waiting for them to do something, but he is not sure what (19 sense motive check). Noticing the change in the bard's attitude Draax looks questionably at the others to see if they noticed the change.

Arien 
Tuesday March 1st, 2005 3:24:03 AM
Arien also arrives late, fresh from the Star Mages' guild. Arien joins in on the conversation, not sure exactly what they are talking about but listening intently.

Feng 
Tuesday March 1st, 2005 9:21:48 AM
Feng takes a deep breath. These subtle dealings with false words and half truths wears on him. He was never one to decipher such things. Now the man they were after isn't the man at all. If somebody else was responsible for the killing then they were back at square one.

Philip K 
Tuesday March 1st, 2005 10:29:06 AM
ooc: I'll try to post later, but right now, I have to cover classes (we fired someone on Friday and I'm covering until someone new is hired, yippee).

Renik  d20+3=13 d20+13=26
Tuesday March 1st, 2005 2:15:35 PM
Renik is unsure what the bard is concerned about (sense motive 13), considering he already made it clear funds were available (OOC: A couple of posts back I said Rnik would offer anything up to a couple of hundred GPs. I assume cash is the cause of the holdup?).

"Sir, I never intended your time to go unrewarded. We will of course compensate you for your considerable trouble. But please, continue with your discourse, you hold the room spellbound with your oratory, and I for one am keen to learn at the feet of a master."

It is hard to tell if the rogue is being serious or not (Bluff 26).

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Tuesday March 1st, 2005 4:33:25 PM
The brothers sit in the corner, watching the others do all the talking, wondering what it's all about. His mind, occupied by his missing wild place and...is that a flea behind my ear?

Tratain  d20+5=15
Tuesday March 1st, 2005 5:48:15 PM
Tratain listens to what the Bard has to say and will also offer Gold if Reniks offer doesn't seem to be enough for him to keep talking about who they are looking for.

A Lead (DM Cayzle) 
Wednesday March 2nd, 2005 9:28:54 AM
This is the Tuesday night post. Look for a new DM post Wednesday evening.

A recap: Seeking the mysterious letter writer, you discovered that the letter was dropped off by an elf with a curious tattoo -- a four-pointed star surrounded by four small circles (one circle between each point of the star).

You have found a half-elf bard-sage, named Wurren, who recognizes the symbol: it is the mark of a fanatic elven branch of the Templars of the Wild.

300 gold pieces later, Wurren reveals a little more info. The Templars are martial druids who defend the wilderness against evil influences.

Wurren says that he does not know where to find these people, but he advises that you talk with some other druids. Maybe here in the City, or maybe in the Culverwood?

As Wurren talks, please make spot checks. If you make a check vs. DC14, then Please Highlight to display spoiler: {You notice three falcons flying overhead. They circle the area above you three times, and then fly together due east, one out front, the other two to the right and left and back.}

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Wednesday March 2nd, 2005 10:31:20 AM
"Ooo, Clubber Woods, I met an old wood cutter guy there once. Some ranger girl too, she was nice to me and my pack."

"Why would druids live in the city? They like wild places like me. Cept for that wild place last night, did you know that's gone now?

Sarigar drifts off onto a number of tangents dealing with the disappearing grove, druids and rangers until someone stops him.

Tratain  d20+9=16
Wednesday March 2nd, 2005 12:23:52 PM
Tratain listens to what the Bard has to say. During the Conversation he notices the Falcons and points them out to his companions.

He says to the others "Should we follow those Falcons for a ways? See where they lead? Or just head off to the Druid Quarter and ask around there. Whats to the east of us anyways?"

Renik  d20+14=30
Wednesday March 2nd, 2005 3:14:19 PM
Renik also notices the birds overhead (Spot 30). "Intriguing" he murmurs.

"My thanks, Wurren, you have been of great help. We will make a point of looking you up when next we are in need of knowledge."

To his companions he says "There is every possibility those three falcons are flying towards the Druid Quarter, for it lies to the east of the city. It strikes me as too great a coincidence for them to head that way just as we learn of the Templars. I suspect we have been under observation.

Sarigar, I think you're going to like this place. In the middle of the busiest metropolis in the Known Wold lies an area of unspoiled woodland, populated only by forest folk, those in harmony with nature. I have a feeling you're going to fit right in. Let's follow those birds and see if we can find any sign of the Templars."

Feng 
Wednesday March 2nd, 2005 5:09:18 PM
"Well this is an interesting twist. A fanatical druidic group wasn't something that I expected. The problem with fanatics is that their thinking and motives don't always make sense."

Renik (sorry, can't resist...) 
Wednesday March 2nd, 2005 5:47:14 PM
"No-one expects the Templars of the Wild!" cries the rogue. "Their chief weapon is surprise, fear and surprise; two chief weapons, fear, surprise and ruthless efficiency! Er, among their chief weapons are fear, surprise, ruthless efficiency and a near-fanatical devotion to the Wild! Um, I'll just stop now, shall I?"

It occurs to the rogue that it is not only fanatics who don't always make sense.

Draax  d20+6=22
Wednesday March 2nd, 2005 6:58:40 PM
Draax pretends like he is listening to Sarigar go on about the druids wondering if the little guy was ever going to stop. He nods his head in agreement with the others when they suggest following the birds (spot check 22).

Sayer, in Sooth! (DM Cayzle) 
Wednesday March 2nd, 2005 10:31:25 PM
The party takes note of the mysterious falcons flying overhead, and with serious or humorous attitudes, the Hamleteers follow.

At the main entrance to the Druid Quarter, the way is blocked by a huge crowd of people.

They are all listening, transfixed, to a wild-eyed gnome who has climbed a tree so that everyone can see him. He stands at a place where the great tree's trunk diverges into three huge branches.

"I tell you, my brothers and sisters in nature, that a convergence is upon us! The secret of the many in one will soon be secret no more! Something stirs in the Wold! I tell you! I tell you! I tell you! -- It is coming! He is coming! They are coming!"

He continues in this way, heedless of the trio of falcons flying overhead and on into the east.

What do you?

Tratain 
Thursday March 3rd, 2005 12:21:04 AM
Tratain listens to what the gnome in the tree has to say.

He tells Renik "I want to hear what he has to say, I'll hurry to catch up if he doesn't have anything worth hearing in a minute or three."

Draax 
Thursday March 3rd, 2005 2:11:28 AM
Draax slows down when he comes to the crowd. He will ease his way to the edge of the crowd, try to circle around them and keep following the birds. If needed, he will use his Slippers of Spider Climbing to walk on the walls to get pass the crowd.

Renik 
Thursday March 3rd, 2005 7:47:45 AM
"Hmmph" sniffs the rogue, clearly not impressed at the gnome's antics. "The one thing you can be sure of in this city is that if you put on a dirty robe, climb a tree and start yelling crazy nonsense you'll have a rapt audience in less time than it takes to lift their purses. Stay and amuse yourself by all means, Tratain, but look to your valuables. Nine times out of ten this sort of rubbish is just a scam to gather easy marks for pickpockets."

He marches on, muttering to himself "Soothsayers! Pah! Charletans or madmen to a man. If I stood up and started yelling that the End Was Nigh, and that the Only Path to True Salvation was to unload all your sinful gold into this handily placed horse-drawn cart, do you think they'd listen? Of course not. They'd take one look at my immaculate dress sense and fabulous flowing locks, cry "Swindler!", and have me in the stocks faster than I could break wind.

But dress youself up in a smelly sack with a hole in it, smother yourself in horse dung and forego sleep for 2 weeks and they'll be tripping over themselves to part with their cash. "Take mine first! No mine! Save me!" It beggars belief. I mean, any idiot prepared to dress up and pretend to be mad could become wildly wealthy in no time flat..."

Renik tails off, and seems to get a faraway look in his eye for a moment. Then he shakes his head. "No, no amount of cash is worth smothering yourself in horse dung" decides the fastidious rogue with a shudder.

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Thursday March 3rd, 2005 12:07:11 PM
Hearing Renik's protests of the gnome, Sarigar feels he must chime in, "Umm, what's wrong with horse dung? It hides scents really well. Wanna be sneaky in the wild places? Gotta roll in all kinds of stuff, like me. City smells scare off the wild things."

The brothers listen to the gnome and crowd for a few moments when Sarigar finally realizes what his nose is telling him. THERE'S A WILD PLACE BEHIND THE GNOME!!! "WOO HOO! Come on brother, wild place in there, let's go!

The brothers begin pushing their way through the crowd (and with a 6ft tall wolf coming through, I'm thinking many get out of the way quickly). Although not trying to be overly aggressive, the brothers aren't averse to pushing people out of the way that are being a bit stubborn. They have a mission, they must get to their wild place, so as far as they're concerned, everyone should just get out of the way.

Feng 
Thursday March 3rd, 2005 8:06:03 PM
Feng listens to the gnome's words and doesn't know what to make of it. He could be crazy but there is conviction in his words. He could be telling the truth. Something could be coming but do they really have the time to stand and listen?

"Perhaps we should be moving along?"

Signs and Salutations (DM Cayzle) 
Friday March 4th, 2005 7:40:41 AM

Most of the group passes around (or through) the crowd. Draax leads the way. Renik's cynicism is unchecked by the absence of a collection plate; the shake-down must come later on. Feng feels that the gnome is sincere, but the paladin also feels that their business is urgent and will not allow delay. Sarigar is also not delaying! He is eager to enter the part of the city devoted to nature.

Tratain pauses to hear a bit more. The gnome seems to be talking about someone, now. "The Sleeper! The Sleeper! The Sleeper! He awakens! He rises! He comes! And when he does, flowers will bloom. Fruit will ripen. Children will be healthy and strong. He will fight the undead. He will fight the the unnatural. He will fight the unfeeling."

There is more about this Sleeper fellow, but after a while Tratain chooses to join his friends.

Who in the meantime have met the Welcomer. An elf, evidently a druid, judging by the leather armor, scimitar, and wolf at his feet, stands inside the gate, offering welcome and help to all who enter and leave.

The wolf stands to sniff at Sarigar and Black Paws in greeting.

The elf says, "Welcome to the Sanctuary. All are welcome here, so long as they do no harm and pledge respect to Mother Wold. Many enjoy the lake, which is pleasant and warm even now, in early spring."

Tratain arrives just in time to hear, "What can I help you with?"

[This is the Thursday Nite post. Look for a DM Post late Friday or early Saturday.]

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Friday March 4th, 2005 4:12:42 PM
"Hello there druid. You got a pack too, like me." proclaims Sarigar, indicating his brother. "This be GrrrRRrrark and I'm Sarigar. We're here for the wild place. City too stinky for us, had to get away. Did you know there was another wild place last night near a food place, but it's gone now, just...gone. Brother and I miss it, but now we got this, so, we're happy again." The whole while, the brothers have their heads dipped in submission noting full well that this is not their territory (yet) and this druid is likely the alpha for the area.

"Ohh, these guys is the rest of my pack. Confusing pack, Feng's the alpha, but he does what the littler one Renik tells him a lot. Not like wolves, but fun to travel with if your nose can handle it. They're following birds and some fighty druids. You know, the kinds that likes to beat up on people to protect the wild places. Got's no problem with that myself, brother and I had to fight a lot of stuff when we was just pups."

Renik 
Friday March 4th, 2005 5:54:07 PM
The rogue is about to launch into a verbose and flowery greeting when Sarigar beats him to the punch. He starts off by nodding, but looks momentarily sulky when Sarigar describes him as the littler one, then downright shocked when smell is mentioned.

"Your nose! What about mine? Am I the one caked in horse kaka? No, I have a few modest dabs of one of Pierluigi de la Costa's finest scent creations about me which (I'll have you know) have caused certain ladies of an impressionable disposition to become quite flustered in my presence. The cheek! Nose can handle it indeed! And to think I shook your hand earlier!"

He examines his own hand closely for sign of residual equine excretia, carefully dabbing and wiping with a lace hankerchief.

"But my diplomatic friend here is quite correct, we do come seeking the combative druidic order, the Templars of the Wild. We were sent a message by one of their number, and wish to meet with him. Do you know if we can find him here?"

Tratain 
Friday March 4th, 2005 6:34:46 PM
Tratain catches up to the group and chuckles and Sarigar and Renik.

He says to the others "That gnome was kind of odd. Most doomsayers predict the end of everything. That gnome though said something about a sleeper, and that it would fight undead, and cause flowers to bloom and such. Didn't sound terrifying at all."

Draax 
Friday March 4th, 2005 10:03:35 PM
Draax smiles at the comments made by Sarigar and Renik. When Tratain mentions the gnome Draax says, "Harmless or not, I get a bad feeling when prophets start proclaiming the coming of some being. Hopefully he was just a little touched and that was an isolated incidence, because the last time we saw a bunch of prophets praising an unknown entity, we had dragons attacking everyone and the deity structure of the wold was turned upside down. I do not think I would like to go through that again."

Arien 
Saturday March 5th, 2005 3:27:28 AM
Arien watches gnome silently for a moment before continuing on. He gazed about the quarter reserving his judgement for the moment. He appreciated the flora no doubt but he wanted to see what matter of fauna dwelt within.

Elpanon the Druid (DM Cayzle) 
Saturday March 5th, 2005 7:24:16 AM
The druid smiles and bows to Sarigar and Black Paws. "I am Elpanon, and this is my companion, Beleg. I am very pleased to meet you." Beleg gives a friendly, welcoming yip.

"You are welcome to rest and stay here as long as you like. The only rule is that you must not harm any plant or animal here. If you are hungry, come visit a druid, and we will feed you."

After listening to Renik and Sarigar, the Welcomer says, "Ah, yes, the Templars of the Wild are indeed 'fighty.' Once in a while one stays with us, usually to learn something here or in the city. None are resident in the Sanctuary at the present."

"The Templars are devoted to seeking out and fighting what they see as the evil in nature. So there is not much to keep them busy here. And in the Culverwood, they acknowledge the ascendency of the Sacred Circle there, so they seldom enter the last great forest of Elenna. I have heard that they tend to wander beyond the Ellenian Peninsula, working in lands ravaged by Cataclysm."

Seeing Arien looking around anxiously, the druid says, "Fear not. No beast or plant will hurt people here, so long as the people show respect."

Hearing Tratain and Draax talk about the gnome, Elpanon says, "So long as he is not in the actual Sanctuary, the gnome is free to preach. So far he has done no harm. I do not know what to make of his teaching. There is something odd going on, and many have seen strange omens or signs."

"Perhaps you would like to visit the Woodwose? He is old and wise. He has returned to us just a short while ago, and it is said that the Green Man knows much that is hidden."

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Saturday March 5th, 2005 9:17:54 AM
"We had a purple guy with us once. He died, giant hit him hard, very sad, me and brother howled for him. Maybe him and green guy are brothers?"

With his typical wandering train of thought, Sarigar meanders off to see and explore the wild place. The idea of being fed by another displeases him, but seeing as he's in another's territory, he will comply with the rules laid down by the alpha.

Renik 
Saturday March 5th, 2005 2:37:58 PM
"Greetings, Elpanon. Beleg. I thank you for welcoming us into your place. We will be sure to treat it with due respect. Yes, indeed we would like to speak with this Green Man, Woodwose. It may even be he himself who sent the Templar to us with a message, you never know.

You say many are seeing strange omens and signs? That doesn't sound good. The only thing worse than a soothsayer ranting on about nonsense is lots of other soothsayers agreeing with that nonsense." The rogue sighs, and turns to the others to see that Sarigar has wondered off exploring.

"Sarigar! Oh for the love of... Ah, my apologies, Elpanon, I think we had better catch up with our comrade. Could you tell us where to find Woodwose?"

The rogue feels rather conflicted in this place. Although he was born and brought up the son of a woodsman, it has been many years since he spent much time in such a place. Since his arrival in the big city he has wholeheartedly embraced its creature comforts, and being confronted with nature in the raw makes it clear how much he has changed over time. This used to be his home, now it is nearly as alien to him as the bottom of the ocean. Though he gives this realisation little conscious thought subconsciously it succeeds in putting him rather ill at ease, and making him just a little bit tetchy.


Arien 
Sunday March 6th, 2005 12:41:00 AM
Arien is glad that the druid mistook his thoughts for fears of the beasts. Arien wondered less about the animals that walked about on four legs than those that walked about on two, usually. Seeing Sarigar take off, Arien follows him, not letting the wild man out of his sight.

Draax 
Sunday March 6th, 2005 8:55:47 PM
Draax nods his head in a gesture of thanks to Elpanon before following the others to catch up with Sarigar.

Tratain 
Sunday March 6th, 2005 8:56:33 PM
Tratain watches Sarigar run off with amusement. He asks Elpanon if he has ever heard of this sleeper that Hegemenes mentioned, after he will follow the others to the Green Man.

Feng 
Monday March 7th, 2005 11:35:11 AM
Feng can't help but chuckle at Sarigar's actions. Considering what they know of the wild man such things should be expected. Maybe being in this enviorment will bring him some measure of peace. Feng, mounted on his warhorse, follows behind the others and takes in the beautiful scenery.

The Greenman. The Woodwose. The Treant. (DM Cayzle) 
Monday March 7th, 2005 7:13:46 PM

Before the party dahses off in pursuit of Sarigar, Elpanon the Welcomer says, "Follow the paths lined with maple trees to find the Green Man!"

Sarigar breathes deep the smells of the springtime woodlands, and the stench of the city fades and disappears as he heads deeper into the Sanctuary. The entire area somehow manages to be both wild and tended at the same time. The paths are smooth and clearly marked, but even Black Paws senses he might get lost if he wandered off them. Huge trees meet far overhead, and green light filters down onto swaths of ivy and broad-leafed shade-loving bushes. Birds sing overhead, and Sarigar smells a fox not too far off.

The others catch up to Sarigar and Black Paws in a meadow on a small rise. New-sprouted clover covers the area, as well as a stand of wild tiger lillies, daffodills, and crocuses. There is a path that leads down to a lake, a path back to the entrance, and a path deeper in. That one is lined with ancient maples.

Together, the group takes the maple path. The air grows still, and the brush off the path, thick. Sarigar smells fungi growing. You might feel sleepy, or youthful, as you sense the age of the forest aroundabouts. After a short while, you reach another clearing, but the vast trees almost roof it off a couple hundred feet overhead.

In the center of the clearing is a small tree, maybe 40 feet tall, with a slender trunk, maybe three feet in diameter.

Then a voice comes from the tree, and it is clear that the tree is really a treant.

"Visitors. These seem to be visitors. These visitors have come to the clearing."

The treant turns then, and seems to be listening, but not to you.

Then he does turn to you, and says, "Welcome. Well met. Be at home here."

"Yes, I am the Green Man. The one you want. The Woodwose."

"Tell me the wisdom you seek. What answers do you need? Describe the puzzle you confront."

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Monday March 7th, 2005 8:09:17 PM
"Ooo, talking tree. Haven't seen one of those in a long time. Don't think you're like little purple guy that was with us. He was more like me, only smaller, oh, and purple."

The brothers bound about the clearing, relishing in the freedom and wildness they feel here. Sarigar takes to running on all fours as if it were more natural to him than being on two feet.

Draax 
Monday March 7th, 2005 10:41:04 PM
Draax is taken aback by the sight of the treant. Although after thinking about it for a second he realizes that it makes perfect sense that the Woodwose is a treant. Elpanon even give them a few hints when she refered to him as the Woodwose instead of Woodwose and the green man was a dead giveaway.

Faking a cough into his hand to get his composure back, Draax looks up at the green man.

"Ah yes, we wish to learn about the elven branch of the Templar of the Wild. Actually we seek the location of an individual that had a note sent to us using an elven member of the Templars of the Wild as the carrier. We would like to know the location of sender of the message, find the elven messenger or locate an elven branch of the Templars of the Wild."

Realizing that he is babbling Draax stops talking and tries to mentally go over what he said to see if it made any sense.


Tratain 
Monday March 7th, 2005 11:07:43 PM
Tratain nods at what Draax says and add "I've also heard talk about someone named the sleeper, and there's a crazy gnome talking about something returning, I'd like to know about that aswell if you wouldn't mind."

Feng 
Tuesday March 8th, 2005 6:11:43 AM
The sight of a treant was a bit shocking. This place was simply amazing and Feng bet there were all kinds of defenses against invaders. He couldn't imagine what wisdom the Greenman has achieved over the years. Hopefully he will share some of it with them.

Renik 
Tuesday March 8th, 2005 6:18:23 AM
As the rogue walks through the idylic woodland his tension slowly ebbs away. Why has he never come here before? What a truly astonishing place. It feels so... old. So calm. Like he has fallen into a deep green pool, and is drifting ever so slowly downward...

He is snapped awake by the words of The Woodwose, whom in truth he had completely failed to spot. The seductive lure of this ancient place had all but ensnared him, and he curses himself for a fool. He of all people should remember the silent power of the wood.

He stands scowling at himself as the others pose the questions, and a perverse part of him is inclined to ask "I'd like to know the answer to Life, the Universe and Everything", just to see how clever this Treant really is. He bites back the flippant remark, however, aware that decorum is called for when conversing with a being such as this.

The Price to Pay (DM Cayzle) 
Tuesday March 8th, 2005 11:52:17 PM
The Woodwose pauses for a moment before answering, and then turns to Tratain first.

"The sleeper. The king who rests. The ancient prince."

"Yes, something is happening. Something truly stirs. Change comes on tidal currents."

"That is why I need you. Eyes and ears. Scouts and spies."

"I know the Templars. The one you seek. A elf leader of druids."

"I will tell, for a price. The price of knowledge. The cost for information."

"I need to know what is happening in the Wold. The druids must learn more. There are events afoot to track."

"Make reports to me. Let me scry you. Tell me what is happening in the Wold."

"If you agree to be my eyes, ears, nose. If you will gather information for me. If you promise to make reports."

"Then I will tell you how to find the man you seek, the one who knows you and challenges you, the one who wrote to you."

"Agreed? Decided? Sealed?"

Renik 
Wednesday March 9th, 2005 8:43:06 AM
So that crazy gnome was on the level? Who'd have guessed it? The rogue shrugs aside his ill-temper as the Green Man makes his proposal. Time to get down to business, if they are to have any chance of tracking down the mysterious letter writer. And care is always advisable when dealing and bargaining with Forest-Folk.

"Change comes on tidal currents? Well, they do say a change is as good as a rest. I've never been one for standing still for too long. I suppose I should have realised there would be a cost to any knowledge you might impart, it is often the way of these things.

I see no reason not to do what you ask, but would you care to be a bit more specific? How long do you want us to spy for you? What information do you seek? Where would you have us go? I'd be happy to inform you of the state of mind of the finer lady callers to the Beer and Bath bathing house for the next three weeks, but I suspect your requirements are rather different to my preferred pastimes.

So, in principle I have no problem with your proposal, but would like more detail before anything is agreed, decided or sealed."

Feng 
Wednesday March 9th, 2005 9:23:09 AM
Renik had a point. While the treant's request wasn't outrageous they couldn't get tied to him for a long period of time. Assuming how a treant thinks would be a mistake and they really had no idea what he would do with the information they gave.

Arien 
Wednesday March 9th, 2005 11:28:55 AM
Of course, Arien thinks to himself, even the plants begin to barter. Arien nods his agreement with Renik's questions, as much as Arien was loathe to act at yet another creature's bidding he knew that what must be, must be.

Draax 
Wednesday March 9th, 2005 11:36:54 AM
Draax is also a little cautious about the vagueness of the treant's request. He sees no problem if The Woodwose wants them to report back on things that they see as they go through their lives. He does see a problem if The Woodwose wants to send them to specific places and missions to gather information. Draax is glad that Renik is making the treant clarify his price before they except it.

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Wednesday March 9th, 2005 3:54:48 PM
"Brother and I gots good eyes and ears. And my nose is better than ever now. But we use em. If we gave em to you, we wouldn't have em any more. And if we were your eyes, ears and noses, what would you use? Hmmm, sounds like it would hurt too. Ooo, I think my head hurts."

Sarigar wanders off to the edge of the clearing rubbing his forehead as if he had a headache.

Tratain 
Wednesday March 9th, 2005 4:46:34 PM
Tratain says "It looks like we have no problem looking into things for you as long as we clarify those few things Renik asked about. I'm curious myself about what you seek and where you would have us go. Though it looks like we have an agreement after we sort out those minor details."

Details, details, details! (DM Cayzle) 
Wednesday March 9th, 2005 10:37:51 PM
The treant listens carefully to everybody.

"Hmmmm. Hmm. Hmmmm."

First he answers Sarigar, before the wild fellow can scamper off again.

"Use your eyes. Keep them open. Look around."

"Then tell me, report to me, write down what you see."

Speaking now to the entire group, he elaborates ...

"Take this book, this tome, this volume."

"Daily at sunset, before nightfall, in the gloaming."

"I will scry you. I will see you. I will watch you."

"At that time, before dark, under the setting sun."

"Write your report. Tell your tale. Describe what you see."

"In my scrying, I will watch you. With my magic, read what you write. In my pool, see your report."

"Go where you will. Travel freely. Follow your heart."

"Write about omens. Look for signs. Scribe what you learn."

"In one moon, two moons, three moons."

"We are done, finished, and even."

"Agreed? Decided? Sealed?"

After this long speech, he hands you a book of empty pages, with some quills and feather pens. If it is possible to tell from his wooden visage, he seems to be amused at all this, or at least smiling.

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Wednesday March 9th, 2005 11:19:18 PM
"Brother and I can do that. We always have our eyes open...well...sept when we're sleeping or blinking. Ummm, we dunno how to write. We can draw pictures in the dirt. Even drew some in the snow once. And then there was...OOOOO, what's that?"

Something catches the eye of the brothers and they trapse off into the surrounding foliage to investigate.

Draax 
Thursday March 10th, 2005 1:48:57 AM
Draax smiles after listening to the treant explain. "I can live with an agreement like that."

Feng 
Thursday March 10th, 2005 9:33:19 AM
That sounded fair. While a lot could happen in three months it would take some time to get even a small view of the state of the Wold. They could take that time off but that would be going against the terms of the deal and he wouldn't let that happen.

Renik 
Thursday March 10th, 2005 12:34:30 PM
The rogue shrugs. Their mysterious letter writer has only given them a few more days to find him. If they are off chasing rainbows for this Green Man for the next three moons they will hardly be able to reach him in time. But, when all's said, this could be fun, and the others seem in agreement. He nods and says;

"We have a deal, sir. Agreed, Decided and Sealed."

He takes the book and quills from the treant, stashes them in his amazing trousers (which have turned green for the occasion) and bows. "You will hear from us this evening as the sun sets. Farewell, Green Man."

As he he makes to leave he ponders on things past. His childhood in the forest. The death of his father and the great bear who was his constant companion. His duplicitous brother, vanished these many years. The honing of his skills as a spy, and missions for Marcus. The friendship of a halfling who gave him the gift of these fine trousers, and another wholly remarkable book (in need of updating).

He smiles as they walk back down the sun-dappled forest boulevard, and wonders if he will ever see his talkative friend again.

Arien 
Thursday March 10th, 2005 4:38:51 PM
Arien thinks a moment before saying, "Let me just clarify this then, we can write what we see no matter where we go then correct? So we could meet this person we seek and still write messages to you in this book and so accomplish your goal and ours at the same time correct?"

Tratain 
Thursday March 10th, 2005 8:40:48 PM
Tratain nods and says "Sounds like we have a deal. If you can tell us where to find the elf we need we'll write in the book for you what we see and hear. I'm sure that if you need to get word to us about something or have us follow a certain path you can convey that information to us through nature."

"Hasty Folk" (DM Cayzle) 
Thursday March 10th, 2005 10:42:57 PM
The treant's eyes blink at Sarigar's wanderings. And then Renik gets up and leaves!

"Hey now! Hasty Folk! Impatient Visitors!"

"I must tell you. I must show you. I must reveal."

"The lore, the tales, the stories you seek!"

Presumably Renik returns to hear the Treant fulfil his side of the bargain!

The Woodwose answers Arien.

"Yes, of course, and without doubt."

"Go where you will, hither and yon, to see who you want."

"Just be watchful. Keep your bargain. Write your reports."

"And I will be content. Satisfied. And pleased."

Then the treant says something a little surprising. He actually wants you to wait here with him for the moon to rise. Then he will tell you what he knows. He says, in his roundabout way, that some stories are best told in moonlight. In the meantime, make yourselves at home here, and share his meal. He offers pure water and grapes, and strawberries, but they are delicious and filling. For dessert, there is honeycomb.

After dinner, when a moon is high, he slowly draws a circle by sprinkling sand on the ground. He pauses, as if listening to voices no one else can hear. Then he gives each of you a handful of black and white stones.

"Reach, throw, and cast."

"And ask, wonder, and dwell."

"Drop your stones, open your minds, speak your desires."

"Then you shall know, and I will reveal, and you shall see."

The Green Man gestures to the sand circle. A beam of silver falls from the sky into the circle. What do you do? What do you say?

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Thursday March 10th, 2005 11:25:30 PM
Sarigar eventually wanders back into the clearing shortly before the Green Man hands out the stones. He examines the stones curiously, poking at them, sniffing them, holding them up to the light. He shrugs, "Looks like good skipping stones. I should try them later. Not sure why they got color though, don't need color to skip good."

When he hears that he's supposed to drop the stones, he looks at them again, shrugs, and tosses them to the ground and watches them as if expecting them to do something. He kneels down, and pokes one as if trying to coax it into doing something special. Even Black Paws dips his nose down and nudges one. "Ummm, I think they're broke. They don't do nothin', just sit there."

When the silvery streak falls down from the sky, the brothers look up at it in awe, then sit down and enjoy the show.

Renik 
Friday March 11th, 2005 7:48:07 AM
Grinning the rogue returns to the clearing. "My apologies, Green Man, I am too impatient. I will rest a while here with you."

Renik eats and dozes a short while in the cool springtime afternoon. When handed the stones he shakes them as he would dice, closes his eyes then throws them down. He opens his eyes again and gazes down at the pattern of his black and white stones in the lit circle.

Feng 
Friday March 11th, 2005 10:00:31 AM
Feng rolls the stones over in his hand while thinking about what the Greenman said. After several long minutes Feng sets the stones down outside the circle.

"I appreciate the offer but I must decline. I don't wish to know what the future holds because I believe things will happen as they should."

Draax 
Friday March 11th, 2005 12:05:30 PM
Draax takes the stones and thinks about all the things that he might want to know. He realizes that at this moment the only thing that he really desires is to know the location of the one they seek. "Oh well." Casting the stones Draax closes his eyes and his mind flashes between the mystery of the sleeper and the message sender, but all he says is "I just wish to learn the history and location of the one we seek."

Tratain 
Friday March 11th, 2005 4:33:30 PM
Tratain takes the stones and clears his mind like he has been taught at the Temple. He casts the stones and says "Who sent us the letter and where can we find him. Who is the sleeper and what dangers does he pose."

Revelations (DM Cayzle) 
Saturday March 12th, 2005 1:14:43 PM
The Green Man first answers Feng.

"The future? What is to come? That yet to be?"

"No, that is not the bargain. That is not agreed. No one asked for the future."

"I only reveal what is. I show things as they are. Not past nor future."

Feng can choose to throw or not, given this info.

The stones are cast, and they form a pattern inside the sand circle, a rune, maybe, that none of you recognize. Or rather, they almost form a rune -- two stones are clearly out of place. Then Sarigar and Black Paws nudge two stones, and the pattern is complete.

You see the Green Man change into a bird. You see him fly out of this grove and then east. You see that it is dawn as he leaves Plateau City. You are flying on his right, and there is a third bird on his left. The three of you fly east down the Plateaus. You fly past towns and a fort, over fields, and then to the coast. Still you fly east out to sea. The sun is still high in the sky, and you fly across open water. Then you fly on, east again, and you come to land, hilly land, covered in forest. Beasts roar as you fly overhead, and you fly into the deep woods, among tall trees. In the trees you see tree houses. You fly to the tallest tree house as the sun sets, and through a window, and within is an elf wearing armor made of green dragon hide, writing at a desk.

You see that what he is writing is a spell. You understand the spell. If you can cast spells, you think you could cast this.

As the last rays of the setting sun shine on the paper, you see that under the spell are these words written: He is sleeping, but they will awaken him!

The vision ends, and the Woodwose shows you to bowers of sweet grass, and bids you goodnight. He refuses to talk any further, except to remind you to make your reports.

Any casters among you now have access to this spell. You can cast it just like any other first level spell. If you are a wizard, you know it as you know Read Magic, without needing it in your book. If you are a sorcerer or bard, you can now spontaneously cast it, in addition to the usual spells you know. You will need the required focus to cast it, though.

Elven Vision

Transmutation
Level: Cleric 1, Druid 1, Bard 1, Sorcerer/Wizard 1, Witch 1
Components: V,S,F
Casting Time: 1 standard action
Range: Personal
Target: You
Duration: 10 min/level
Saving Throw: Will negates (harmless)
Spell Resistance: Yes

The spell grants the spellcaster elven sight. The caster gains low light vision. In addition, he receives a +2 bonus to Spot and Search, and can automatically check for secret doors when he passes within 5 feet of one. These bonuses are similar to the elven ability and does not stack with natural elven sight. The focus for this spell is an eyelash from an elf or a fey creature, usually embedded for safekeeping in a crystal or locket.

Draax 
Sunday March 13th, 2005 5:13:41 PM
Draax observes the vision and follows along as best he can. When it is over and the group is dismissed by the Woodwose, Draax looks at the others to see if they are as confused as he is.

"Wow, I hope one of you was able to getting some meaning out of that. I only came away with more questions than I had when we first approached him. At first I was sure that the elf was our message sender, but now I don't know if he is the one or just a link to the sleeper. Anyone recognized what land that was? I have no navigational skills over water and although I know the vision went east it is hard for me to measure distance over water. I also hope that body of water the vision flew over was not the Dragon Bay because we will have a hard time getting a ship to take us there."

Draax sighs, "I know I am missing something. It was too simple of a vision to be as complication as I am making it. What did the rest of you get out of it?"


Renik 
Sunday March 13th, 2005 5:41:14 PM
"It makes no more sense to me, I'm afraid" ponders the rogue. "It seems our treant friend is as in the dark on this as we are though; I suggest we just do what he suggested, record our experiences without interpretation. Hopefully it will make some sense to him eventually, and then we will be able to get a name and location of the person we seek. But all this talk of a Sleeper is starting to unnerve me a little. As for where we flew; by the sun we seemed to head due east, which would take us across the Dragon Bay by my reckoning. I don't know of the land we saw once we crossed that bay, but it would lie some considerable distance from here.

Arien, that spell; have you ever experienced anything remotely like that? I almost felt as if I could cast it, whilst within the vision. Are you able to cast it now? I confess this has me at a loss."

Before the rogue retires he records the events of the vision as best he can in the treant's book, then lays down for a night filled with dreams of flying.

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Sunday March 13th, 2005 11:47:35 PM
The brothers do nothing but stare to the east. For hours, they just sit, staring, almost as if they're watching some prey in the distance.

Tratain 
Monday March 14th, 2005 10:39:43 PM
Tratain is confused by the vision he says "I didn't know there was anything that far to the east, I think I'll try and find a map and see. I think in order to reach that place anytime soon we will need to teleport there. It seemed like it wa s a long way away."

Spell & Map (DM Cayzle) 
Monday March 14th, 2005 11:52:36 PM
All the spellcasters are sure they can cast the Elven Vision spell.

Draax, Renik, Sarigar, and Tratain all seem convinced that they have been directed east across Dragon Bay. But all they know suggests that such a course would be insanely dangerous.

In the morning, leaving the Druids' Quarter, Tratain gets his hand on a map and confirms the group's suspicions. East across Dragon Bay, to a forest on the coast across the Bay from New Elenna.

Draax 
Tuesday March 15th, 2005 8:01:42 AM
Looking at Tratain's map Draax agees with Tratian about being transported to the place. As he lets out another sigh he takes note that he has been sighing a lot lately. "I hate that we keep going into to these type of thing on blind faith, but that seem to be our curse. Since our time is running out I suggest we spend the next day or two trying to find out as much as we can about the forest and if we can find a guide or at least someone with a little knowledge about it. Gordo's Transport on the gold level might be a good place to start. While there we can also see about booking transport to the place. We've dealt with Nyrashal Woodcock the last time we needed to be teleported over the Dragon Bay and he seem to like to go to places that are hard to reach. Any other ideas about where we can find information?"

Unless someone else has a better suggestion Draax heads towards Gordo's Transport.


Feng 
Tuesday March 15th, 2005 10:19:53 AM
Feng thinks about the vision and what it could mean. Is this elf they saw friend or foe? Feng isn't sure of either. "The vision raises more questions than answers I'm afraid. DId everybody catch what was written below the spell? I believe that he was aware that we were watching. While my knowledge of clerical magic is very limited I do know that the few spells I can call upon act nothing like how you claim that spell works. Who is going to be awakened and will we be the ones to do it? I think that spell you all saw could be meant to help us. If we find that the spell you all learned is very useful then thats a little to convenient for me."

Woldian Newbie Cayzle 
Tuesday March 15th, 2005 11:55:08 AM
[OOC: Guys, you are in Plateau City, right? Gordo's Transport is in the Float. Or am I missing something?]

Stan/Draax 
Tuesday March 15th, 2005 12:47:25 PM
OOC: You are right, I made a mistake.

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Tuesday March 15th, 2005 5:30:47 PM
The following day, the brothers mill about the Druid quarter, but despite their meanderings, they seem to find themselves wandering near the East wall of the quarter. Occasionally, they return to the Green man's clearing, but it's obvious they won't get any more answers from him, even if they knew what to ask.

Tratain 
Tuesday March 15th, 2005 8:50:31 PM
Tratain says "Lets see if the Temple Mage can take us there. If not we may have to head to the Floating City like Draax said and see if someone from Gordo's Transport can take us. If I recall correctly no ships sail across the Dragon Bay, and it will take us too long to walk. Arien and I should be able to get us all to the big float tomorrow if we can't find quicker transportation."

News from the Bay (DM Cayzle) 
Tuesday March 15th, 2005 10:09:06 PM
The Temple Mage has news: Since the dragons attacked the city not long ago, a plague came upon them and killed almost all. If you want to get across, they say it is not the suicide trip it once was. Not for a powerful enough group.

Feng 
Wednesday March 16th, 2005 10:10:07 AM
"I see we have a chance to test our mettle once more. If magical transport is out of the question then perhaps we should get prepared for the journey. I reccomend picking up a ring of sustenance. It could prove most beneficial if our journey gets sidetracked."

Draax 
Wednesday March 16th, 2005 12:36:24 PM
"If what you heard from the Temple Mage is true we might be able to book passage to the island. Their tone still makes me think that it is a dangerous journey, but not as dangerous as it used to be. I guess we can find a ship that is stupid enough... I mean uh... willing to take us there. Any captain that will take his ship there will probably have some idea of the island."

Arien 
Wednesday March 16th, 2005 1:00:10 PM
"We could try asking the Star Mages, they have the means but I do not know if they are willing. This talk of a sleeper makes me wonder, I should ask the Star Mages if they have heard of anything by that name."

Renik 
Wednesday March 16th, 2005 4:07:13 PM
Renik also quizzes Matthias Bottleneck, the resident wizard, and his apprentice Bolthomas. "Do you know of this land across the bay? Are you able to teleport us there?"

He is decidedly wary about embarking on an ocean voyage across the bay. It would take a great deal of time.

(OOC: Sorry about the missed post folks, an insane couple of days at work. And sick too. Nice.)

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Wednesday March 16th, 2005 5:25:37 PM
In a daze of insight, the brothers return to where they first encountered their disappearing wild place as close to the same time as they did before. Although they dislike the city streets, they remain in the vicinity for as long as they can stomach it.

Tratain 
Wednesday March 16th, 2005 8:58:14 PM
Tratain says "Asks the Mages at the temple if they can teleport the group across the bay. If they are not able Tratain suggests that they head off towords the port and attempt to book passage across the bay."

A boating we will go? (DM Cayzle) 
Wednesday March 16th, 2005 11:06:00 PM
Renik asks Matthias Bottleneck about the lands beyond Dragon Bay. But little is known, beyond strange reports that it is dangerous and wild.

Sarigar finds a three-leaf clover.

After making inquiries, it is clear that no mage will try the teleport. No one has a good mental fix, and the strong lines of magic around the Bay make it even more of a problem.

Tratain finds a captain who is willing to make the passage. He is a charming, strong specimen, with fair hair and a self-assured way to him.

"Sure, I'll take you across Dragon Bay," he says. "Jawsett Franklins is at your service! I have never shirked from a chance to test myself, and I have wanted to try my hand against the currents of Dragon Bay for quite a while! A thousand gold a head, I charge, and double for horses and monsters. We leave with the tides tonight!"

Renik 
Thursday March 17th, 2005 5:35:02 AM
The rogue raises his eyebrows. There are six of them along with Feng's fabulous warhorse. "Eight thousand? We could almost buy our own ship for that! Fabulous, a quest into the unknown for questionable reward on a ship captained by a man whose greed is only outweighed by his death wish. How do I get myself into these messes?"

Despite his grumbling Renik will pay up if the others are game. The twinkle in his eye suggests that he is rather more excited at the prospect of action and adventure than his grumpy exterior would suggest.

Draax 
Thursday March 17th, 2005 10:26:34 AM
Draax has no problem with the requested fee for transport across the water. Before paying he wants to make sure that he knows exactly what he is paying for. To the captain he says, "This fee is for a round trip passage, right? How long are you going wait for us to return to your ship or will you return to pick us up?"

Once they come to an understanding for passage Draax will hand over his fee if the others are in agreement.



Tratain 
Thursday March 17th, 2005 12:33:28 PM
Tratain says loud enough for the captain to hear "Renik is Right, we could buy our own ship for that much."
Tratain looks at his map and trys to figure out how far they have to travel, both across the bay or if they have to travel up and around.
Tratain says again loud enough for the captain to hear "I'd Rather sail there and save my spells, but 8,000 gold is just too much. I'd pay half that, but I'll simply wind walk us there tomorrow. It will probably be quicker anyway."

Tratain waits to see what the captain or Renik says about his Idea.

OOC: Tratain can Memorize 2 Windwalk spells that will last 12 hours each. The group will be able to Travel at 60 MPH. If we don't want to sail we can either try and go straight across the bay or go up and around. I'm not sure how far we have to go but we could travel up to 720 miles per day.

Feng 
Thursday March 17th, 2005 6:25:51 PM
"Seven thousand?" Feng says in astonishment. The amount is just staggering and surely there is better use for their gold than to line this man's pockets. "Do not worry about Degg. When needed to comes from a higher plain and returns there after a short time. I think we need to look at other means of transportation than paying one thousand per head."

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Thursday March 17th, 2005 11:25:20 PM
Sarigar looks at the boat, gentle thumping up against the dock, then looks at his feet, stomps them a little to test the firmness of the ground on which he's standing.

"Why does that building move? I'm not moving, so it's not the ground."

He leans over and pokes Arien, then whispers to him, "Did you do that with one of them spells you showed me?

He doesn't bat an eye when the captain mentions that beasts cost double. Black Paws is more human in his eyes than most any person he's ever met.

ooc: Black Paws is not only a "monster", but he's also nearly the size of a horse. Oh, and it's completely impossible to leave him behind, unless of course you want the brothers to die a very slow, lonely and painful death (they take damage that can't be healed when seperated by a certain distance).

Why ride waves, when you can ride the wind? (DM Cayzle) 
Thursday March 17th, 2005 11:56:26 PM

You balk at the high cost demanded, and Tratain suggests Wind Walking across the Bay. In fact, that seems like both the fastest and cheapest way of all.

Please make any final arrangements before you set out. Anyone you want to contact? Anything you want to buy? Any messages you would like to send? Now's the time, because after tomorrow you will be in the Wild Lands beyond the Bay of Dragons (if all goes according to plan)!

Tratain 
Friday March 18th, 2005 1:22:22 PM
Tratain says to the others Find something white to wear before tomorrow, if anyone should see us while we are crossing the bay we should look like clouds. Should we go tell the Temple where we are going before we head out tomorrow?"

In the mourning Tratain will memorize the Windwalk spells and Travel with the others across the bay.

Draax 
Friday March 18th, 2005 5:32:41 PM
Draax is surprise that the group did not take the greedy captain up on his offer of transport. He is a little dubious about wind walking their way to the land beyond the bay, but is satisfied by Tratain description of the spell that it will work.

Draax checks on his horse and leave 50gp for its upkeep.

"I think we should let the temple know where we are going or at least let them know that we will not be available for any missions for awhile."


Arien 
Friday March 18th, 2005 8:44:51 PM
Arien chuckles briefly when Sargiar asks him about the ground before saying, "That building is like the leaf upon a river, only bigger and sturdier, hopefully."

Sarigar and Black Paws  d8=5 d4=3 d4=4 d4=4 d4=3 d4=1
Friday March 18th, 2005 11:30:11 PM
"Ooohhh, I think I get it. Hmm, maybe not. Why would someone put their house on water if it's like a leaf? I've seen leaves sink all the time. House on the water's gonna sink too, isn't it? I don't think I wanna get on a sinking house. I swim good, but if I don't have to, I don't wanna."

When Tratain suggests finding something white to wear tomorrow, the brothers begin wandering relatively aimlessly around town. Should he come across some white laundry hanging on some clothesline that looks like it might be large enough to cover himself and his brother, he will approach the seeming owner of the house. He will offer a handful of coins (5 coins, 2cp 1sp 1gp 1pp) from his bag for the white clothes/sheets.

ooc: d8 roll was for the number of coins, the d4s were for the coin type 1 = pp, 2 = gp, 3 = sp, 4 = cp

Last Night In Plateau City (DM Cayzle)  d100=32
Saturday March 19th, 2005 12:28:19 AM
The group makes preparations for tomorrow's Wind Walking. Sarigar not only finds that his coins are welcomes, but he gets a tasty ham pie into the deal.

Draax finds a safe stable for his horse.

Tratain thinks about whoever he wants to notify -- and does so (let me know in your next post).

So you rest and wait for the morning's big journey across the Bay of Dragons. Little did you know that the evening would bring a journey to a couple of you ... Draax, a half-elf, and Arien, an elf ... across a Bay of Dreams ...

Renik 
Saturday March 19th, 2005 6:19:00 AM
Renik is far keener on flying at high speed than he is lurching about in a rickety tub captained by a suicidal con-man. "Good plan Tratain. But white? That's so last season."

He pops into the Temple to update Kiriana on their activities and to pick up any further news from their spymaster.

When Renik returns to the group he is sporting a gray doeskin waistcoat, fine gray silk shirt, and his magical pants have become a soft gray also. Wrapped in his gray elven cloak he looks a little like an out-of focus storm cloud. As he approaches he hums to himself:
"How Sweet to be a Cloud
Floating in the Blue!
Every little cloud
Always sings aloud.
How Sweet to be a Cloud
Floating in the Blue!
It makes him very proud
To be a little cloud"
He bids the others goodnight and heads off for a good night's rest before the next day's adventure.

The Big Dream [CDM Jerry]


The Big Dream [CDM Jerry] 
Saturday March 19th, 2005 11:02:02 AM
The Windhorn Heroes settle in for a long deserved good night's sleep. All is cozy and warm.

Without warning, Draax and Arien jerk upright looking at each other in surprise. Both begin to glow. The room lights up with their light. The room begins to hum and then sings with anticipation as the elf and the half-elf rise into the air and slowly begin to rotate around each other.

[The portion that follows is a spoiler. It is to be read only by those with elven blood.]

Highlight to display spoiler: {Some sort of collective elven effect is at work!

As the elves in the group struggle to come to grips with these events, their conscious minds fade and a waking dreamlike state begins.

There is then a joining of minds. Elven minds. Minds that look at life in terms of centuries instead of years.

Nearby elves join in the union. Then more distant elves join in. Some join to a lesser extent being half-elves or other relates species.

The pool of collective thought grows until it becomes Woldwide!

The overwhelming thought becomes "Why?"

An ancient being joining the mix replies, "This has happened twice before. This is the third time."

"What has happened before?" comes the overwhelming collective response.

"This. Prepare and listen."

A common Elven Dream begins.

---------

You are floating... in space..?

You can see The Wold turning lazily beneath you, so very far below--slow but steady, the planet rotates, basking blissfully in the light of the bright golden disk hanging above it. Sunlight dapples the large fertile brown expanses of land dotted with areas of green forest... it sparkles across the waves of the blue-green ocean.

The Wold is as it is.

Suddenly you become aware that there are three smaller discs approaching the bright one, also at a slow but steady pace... you realize that the bright disk must be the sun, and the others are the moons of The Wold.

The three new discs align to cover the sun completely, leaving it and The Wold in darkness. But there--right in the middle of the now-black sun-disk--a pair of eyes blink open, as though awakened from sleep.

The almond-shaped eyes--the bright, brilliant hue of sky and sea--look down upon The Wold. They widen in surprise, as though viewing the burgeoning world for the first time in a very, very long time... then the expression in the turquoise eyes grows rather sad. A tear forms and falls from one of the eyes as it blinks.

The eyes in the black sun narrow slightly--as though the unseen person to whom they belong has suddenly begun contemplating... and then the eyes blink again, once more brightening with the enlightenment of a great idea..!

The eyes glow warmly--if there were a face to go with them, you just know that it would have a happy, friendly grin in place--and The Wold, turning in its slow, steady pace, begins to grow green. Focusing on the planet, you can see that the forests of The Wold flourish and grow lush once more, spreading their fertile growth across the faces of the both the continent of Yrth and the Fragmented Lands, as the owner of the eyes laughs delightedly.

You swoop down from your lofty perch and find yourself standing in an ancient forest, Culverwood, breathing in the good green scent of the ancient trees. There is a dark, malevolent blot at the edge of your senses whom the collective knows to be Parnoth the oppressor--then suddenly, the blot disappears from sight and you hear the great beast's agonized screams.

More screams and cries ring in your ears now--the voices of those who oppose and harm Nature, the voices of those who would hold back the elves and make them lesser beings, the voices of evil. Too long they have been allowed to run free, but now they face their just reward. Through it all, the owner of the eyes continues to laugh.

The dream ends and the personal you physically awakens with laughter still ringing in your ears.}

The elves come to rest on the ground and the nimbus of light around them fades. Their eyes open as if they have been asleep.

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Saturday March 19th, 2005 10:08:36 PM
The brothers arrive wherever the group has decided they are going to leave from, looking a little bloated and very happy having eaten an entire pie only hours ago. The haphazard way in which they are draped in their "whites" makes them almost look more like a carnival attraction than people trying to be clouds.

Renik  d20+14=27 d20=2
Sunday March 20th, 2005 5:24:40 PM
(OOC: Jerry's post suggests Arien and Draax are both in the same room. I'm assuming by extension that we are all in a shared dorm at the temple. Apologies if that is incorrect.)

The rogue swiftly falls into a profound slumber. His gentle snores waft around the shared dormitory at the temple as he and his companions sleep.

As the two companions with elven blood begin to glow and the air starts to hum with barely constrained power hairs all over the rogue's body stand on end. He stirs in his sleep, a broad smile spreads across his lips, and he mumbles "Mmmmmh, Katyana, what are you doing? Hmmmm, that's nice..."

He nestles down further into his pillow, but the light and the thrumming of the room conspire to wrest him from his pleasant reveries (Listen 27. Figured that was enough for him to wake up?). "Blow out that light he grumbles." He opens an eye a crack, then sits bolt upright in bed.

"What in the name of..." he cries, as he sees the two floating above the floor, circling one another in a blazing corona of light. He stares wildly about him as he realises the room itself is alive with tangible, audible power.

And then the two come back to earth, and the power fades. Renik is on his feet and by their side in seconds. "Does somebody want to tell me what the Shadow just happened here? Is this a regular thing with you two, are congratulations in order? What?"

Despite his flippant words his tone is urgent, his concern genuine. He examines his friends for any signs of ill-effects from the bizarre phenomenon (untrained Heal check 2).

Draax 
Sunday March 20th, 2005 7:07:15 PM
As soon as Draax opens his eyes he jumps up and his body shakes in excitement and awe. He is so excited that it takes him a moment to register that he is not alone. Draax starts pacing the floor while he talks to himself out loud. "No way! ... I always thought... I could never have imagined... this is so great! Mom was right, but still... hmmm."

Draax registered the others presences when Renik speaks, "I not really sure what happened... no that is not true, I do know what happened, but I never thought it could happen to me... I always thought my human side prohibited me from participating."

Realizing that he is babbling Draax takes a couple of deep breaths and calms himself down. "OK, when I was a child my mother told me about the joining of the minds, when all elves share the same dream, vision, message, or something of that nature. I never really paid to much attention to her stories because I thought my human side prevented me from the sharing. Well, I believe me and Arien just joined the minds of every elf and elven blooded being in the wold."

Draax tell the others of the dream while it is still fresh in his mind. He talks slowly, trying to hold back his excitement.

Tratain 
Sunday March 20th, 2005 9:41:07 PM
Tratain watches Draax and Arien float around the room, a little concerned for them. When Draax describes the dream, Tratain thinks for a few minutes before saying, "On the surface that dream doesn't seem all that bad, forests growing is a good thing right? But someone or something gathered the elves together for that dream, perhaps as a warning? I'm guessing that the Eyes you saw were from the being called the sleeper we've been hearing about. What do you think?"

Tratain will head back to the druid quarter and ask Elpanon and the Greenman what they think of the dream before the group starts off on their journey across the bay.

Arien 
Monday March 21st, 2005 3:48:02 PM
Arien sits up after the dream with the laughter still in his ears. He stays very still for a moment, staring at nothing. When Tratain mentions that it might be a warning Arien speaks, "I did not sense any foul intent in those eyes. I believe that something of great signifance is about to happen for those of us with elven blood." Arien's eyes narrow a moment in an unthinking echo of those great eyes. "Perhaps our challenger will know more of this matter."

Aftermath (DM Cayzle) 
Tuesday March 22nd, 2005 12:13:25 AM
In the night, the sight of the elvenblooded in their dream is weird enough! But the story that Arien and Draax report is even weirder!

[Since Draax recounted the dream while it was still fresh, all can read the hidden text above.]

And Draax hits on the weirdest thing of all: I believe me and Arien just joined the minds of every elf and elven blooded being in the Wold!

What could it mean? Renik is concerned for his two friends, despite his joking, and he may be relieved to see that they are both fine.

Sarigar shows up with Black Paws, oblivious!

Tratain thinks that it is worth visiting the elven druid before setting out. A quick trip to the Druids Quarter finds Elpanon tending the gate as ever (though the gnome is nowhere around). And he cannot stop the huge grin that has spread over his face.

He says, when the dream is mentioned, "Isn't it wonderful? Deliverance from Parnoth! Finding evil! Oh, I can't wait for the Sleeper to awake!"

The Green Man is on a retreat, pondering, and is not to be disturbed.

Arien is thinking ahead to the mysterious letter writer. Sarigar's "whites" and Renik's grays hint of the course you intended. What's next?

Feng 
Tuesday March 22nd, 2005 9:05:02 AM
Feng listens intently while drinking some morning tea. The dream, as it was told to him, was very interesting. The fact that there was some cosmic entity or perhaps some long slumbering deity was very believable. If the dream was true then it would be a good thing for the world. At least it appeared that way at first. It could cause much tension in the forests grow into the human cities. Not everybody would understand or want to for that matter. Feng keeps his thoughts to himself to not ruin the moment for Draax and Arien.

Draax 
Tuesday March 22nd, 2005 10:16:29 AM
Draax is so excited about the sharing of the minds that it takes a moment to realize that there was probably a message or some important meaning about the dream. From the expression of the eyes when they opened Draax gets the feeling that the eyes are the sleeper. He nods his head in agreement when Tratain speaks those same thoughts. When Elpanon unofficially confirms their belief, the half-elf wonders if it was the future they was seeing, or a possible future. He agrees with Arien's assessment, but Draax believes that whatever is coming will be of great signifance to much more than just the elves of the Wold. One thing does bother him about the dream and that is Parnoth the oppressor.

To the group he says, "I may need to get a refresher course on my religions and deities of the Wold, but who is this Parnoth the oppressor? It had the feel of some omnipotent being, but I do not remember hearing anything about him, her, or it. It's probably another one of the tales that my mother told me that I was not paying attention to."

If none of he group knows who Parnoth is, Draax will ask Elpanon.

Arien 
Tuesday March 22nd, 2005 4:05:52 PM
Arien is impatient now to be off. With the strange dream still in his mind he is more determined than ever to find their letter writer. While Tratain is visiting the druids, Arien double checks his gear and makes sure everything is ready to go.

Renik 
Tuesday March 22nd, 2005 4:21:01 PM
Renik tries to bring Sarigar up to speed. "We must fly east. Tratain will cast a spell on us all, which will take us over the sea to a beautiful forest. There we must meet an elf to learn about a strange dream that Arien and Draax had last night," he explains. "It seems a great nature spirit might be about to awaken, and cause forest to grow across the Wold."

"I have heard of Parnoth" says the rogue over breakfast. "If I'm not mistaken he is a Green Dragon, the ruler of the Emerald Kingdom to the West of here. When I have heard his name spoken it is in tones of awe and fear. If every elf in the Wold has shared a dream of his impending death it will not be long before he hears of it, I am sure. There are bound to be repercussions, regardless of whether this dream is a true glimpse of the Wold's future or merely a possible series of events. I fear grim times ahead for the denizens of that ill-fated land."

"But we cannot concern ourselves with that; our own path is plain. We must fly east and learn more of these events. Could the elf who gave you the spell in our dreams be the instigator of the dream of all the Elves? Could he be the same person who sent us our letter? Is that spell in some way related to this dream? Arien, could you cast it upon me? I would be interested to experience its effects first hand."

Renik is quiet a long time. Then he looks earnestly at Arien and Draax and he says, "I feel I must introduce a note of caution my friends. These tumultuous events you describe might be to the benefit of the elves of the Wold, but might they also be to the detriment of the other races? If the growth of the forests you describe truly takes place what will become of human cities? Of commerce? Of civilisation? Will they be spared or consumed in the green? I know of certain druids who consider hewn trees and stone dwelling places a crime against nature. Who is to say how far is far enough, what constitutes oppression of nature, and who is the arbiter of evil? I do not mean to cast aspersions on your shared vision, but I have seen the power of nature first hand. I have seen the trees rise up and destroy an entire community, crushing and killing until every man, woman and child lay dead, every home lay in ruins. I was the only survivor that day, to the best of my knowledge. Where my home town stood there is now only deep, silent forest. Where did the good and evil lie that day? What if this the future that your vision portends?"

He reflects that he knows far less about elves than he thought. They seem so like us, just thin humans with pointy ears. But this event has shown him they are far more alien than he had realised. The ability to link the minds of their entire race? Astonishing! Not to mention rather frightening. He had no idea the elves had that power. He wonders what other secrets this cool, placid race have been keeping, and where the allegiance of the elves might lie were it to come to a choice between the achievements of humanity and the call of nature. He keeps these thoughts strictly to himself.

"Whatever the truth of the matter we must depart at once if we are to get to the root of it. Tratain, will your spells be sufficient for us all? If so let us make haste."

As they get ready he comments, "You know, from the sound of that dream we may not be in the Green Man's employ for as long as I feared. 3 moons he said, and there were 3 moons in your vision. That cannot be coincidence."

He pens a brief but passionate letter that causes even Renik to blush as he reads it back. He seals it and then posts it to a certain Catacombs staff member. Then he is ready, his gear checked, his eyes bright with the call of new adventure.

Tratain 
Tuesday March 22nd, 2005 6:37:46 PM
Tratain listens to what the others say, he too is troubled by the dream the elves shared but keeps his doubts to himself. Renik is right he thinks, how far will the elves and the sleeper go if he is awakened, it could very easily lead to a war between Elves and Everyone else if they are not carefull. Right now the being that seems to be bearing the brunt of the wrath is an Evil Dragon, but for how long?

Tratain Continued 
Tuesday March 22nd, 2005 6:38:22 PM
When everyone is ready to go Tratain will Cast his Windwalk spells and Travel with the others across the Dragon Bay.

In Flight across Dragon Bay (DM Cayzle) 
Wednesday March 23rd, 2005 12:09:34 AM
Renik, Feng, and Tratain all feel at least a little worried about the meaning of the elven dream -- although they express themselves with a greater or lesser degree of restraint and diplomacy.

Draax is filled amazement at the dream experience. But at last he thinks about the actual message as well as the experience. He wonders about the being called Parnoth.

Renik explains that Parnoth is an ancient and powerful dragon who rules the Emerald Kingdom. Formerly an elf realm allied with the Culverwood, the Emerald Kingdom was conquered by Parnoth, who tamed the southern reaches of the forest and enslaved the elves.

Arien is ready to get moving. So Tratain casts his magic and transforms the Hamleteers into vapors. Flying faster and faster, you all move over the waters of Dragon Bay. East and east, flying by. After hours of this, at last land is visible on the horizon -- the far side of Dragon Bay, where few people of New Elenna have ever been.

You land on a placid shore. Hills and forest arise inland.

Sarigar and Black Paws  d20+20=32
Wednesday March 23rd, 2005 12:17:49 PM
As the brothers hear the explanation of what happened during the night, they feel a little left out of the experience. Here they are, children of nature and they didn't get to see all of this. Hearing of Parnoth, the brothers look somewhat bored. They've seen a dragon or two (albiet from a good distance) and knowing one is acting like a king actually disappoints them somewhat.

Numerous times throughout the trip across the bay, the others clearly hear a loud "WEEEEEEEE" and "WOOOOOOOO" and other expressions of excitement and fun. They even see the two of the wisp-like forms doing loops and spirals along the way. It's quite obvious that the brothers are thoroughly enjoying the trip.

Upon touchdown on the other side of the bay, the brothers jump around in glee. "Ooo, ooo, let's do that again. That was fun." After a few moments they finally take in their surroundings and it finally sinks in that they are not in familiar surroundings. Their enjoyment instantly turns to intense scrutiny as they begin to scan the area and sniff the air.

Sarigar picks up a handful of dirt and grass, holds it to his nose and takes a good long sniff, trying to find the smells of animals (and monsters) that he may recognize (Survival 32). He looks to the others as to whether they should get moving or whether they're going to hold here for the moment.

Draax 
Wednesday March 23rd, 2005 3:53:03 PM
Draax is surprised that they soared over the dragon bay without incident. He has the urge to kiss the ground when they land, but stops himself from performing the act. While looking around for any immediate danger Draax recalls the vision from the Green Man and remembers the beasts that were roaring as they passed above the land. He watches Sarigar inspect the area and waits to see if his little friend or anyone else in the group senses any danger.

Renik 
Wednesday March 23rd, 2005 4:15:13 PM
Renik looks up and down the beach. All seems calm enough for now. How long will that last, he wonders.

"Tratain, are you in need of a rest, or shall we make a start at once?" he asks. He tries to remember where the dream took them last time. "It has to be said, hunting for a single elf in these woods may very well be like looking for a needle in a haystack. Sarigar, can you detect any sign of elven activity nearby?"

Tratain 
Wednesday March 23rd, 2005 6:47:30 PM
Tratain says "We can travel now if you like, I have no pressing need to rest. My guess is that whoever sent for us will be watching and being as they're druids and know this forest they'll find us."

Feng 
Wednesday March 23rd, 2005 8:19:47 PM
With Tratain able to travel Feng takes the time to summon his warhorse from his planar home.

"Let us make haste. There is much to learn and probably very little time."

Arien 
Wednesday March 23rd, 2005 8:31:19 PM
Arien looks about pensively as they land on the shore. His mind has been in turmoil since the dream. The dream predicted great things for the elven race, but his friends' fears made him wonder at what cost. Would he be forced to choose his friends over his people? Could he make that choice? Still mulling over these thoughts Arien starts walking towards the woods.

Into New Forestland (DM Cayzle) 
Wednesday March 23rd, 2005 11:45:30 PM
Sarigar enjoys the trip and then makes a quick look around the area. He finds signs of large predators and prey -- giant elf, maybe, big felines, large reptiles -- but nothing fresh. And no elf prints.

The party talks about the need for rest and decides to press on. Feng summons his warhorse.

Tratain suggests that the elves will find the party.

With different thoughts in your heads, you enter the forest.

Please list your marching order, spacing, and any special precautions you will take as you travel.

Renik  d20+14=22 d20+14=24 d20+20=31
Thursday March 24th, 2005 6:57:08 AM
"Sarigar, you take point" says the rogue. "Err, that is, you and Blackpaws go first. We're in no rush, so keep a good eye out for danger or signs of elves, and proceed with caution. Feng, you lead up the others but keep a fair distance back from Sarigar. I'll go last."

Renik waits for the others to move out, then draws a shortsword, takes one last look around and heads into the forest. He moves carefully, trying to attune his senses to the tranquil rythms of the forest (Spot 22, Listen 24, Move Silent 21 (-5 penalty for moving at faster than half speed, -5 penalty for walking through forest)).

Sarigar and Black Paws  d20+31=36 d20+26=40 d20+16=35 d20+16=18 d20+20=34
Thursday March 24th, 2005 3:17:10 PM
Without a word, the brothers jog on ahead, heading east. Once a decent distance from the group, they'll slow down and be more precise in their observations. They'll also start prowling (Hide 36, Move Silently 40) so as not to aleart anyone of their approach.

They're looking for human-sized tracks and elven smells, but also keeping an eye and ear and nose out for possible predators that might be a problem (Listen 35, Spot 18, Survival 34).

Should they spot a trail, they'll simply being to follow it. Any sign of danger and they'll hold up and signal the others of it.

Tratain  d20+10=27
Thursday March 24th, 2005 6:36:36 PM
Tratain Follows Renik's Orders and Marches near Feng. Also before the Party sets out Tratain takes out his Rod of Lesser Extend and casts Magic Vestment on his Shield, and passes it to Arien if he wants to use a charge to Cast Mage Armor on himself.

Tratain Scans the Forest looking for Danger. (Spot 27)

Draax 
Thursday March 24th, 2005 8:05:48 PM
Draax joins the marching order behind Tratain, he stays alert waiting for any sign of trouble. As they walk, Draax holds an arrow lightly against the string of his bow ready to use if necessary.

Feng 
Thursday March 24th, 2005 9:07:43 PM
"Sounds good. If we run into any trouble I doubt they will see Sarigar. Most likely they will focus on me." Feng replies as he moves into position.

Giant Winged Six-Legged Weasels, Oh My! (DM Cayzle)  d20+8=23 d20+8=27 d20+8=22 [secret DM rolls] d20+8=22 d20+8=23 d20+8=24 d20+8=27 [more secret rolls]
Friday March 25th, 2005 6:56:27 AM
[This is the Thursday night DM Post! I'll post next either Friday night or Saturday early morning.]

Renik suggests a plan of action, and the party executes it. Sarigar and Black Paws scout ahead. [OOC: In general, please roll seperately for hiding and moving silent for both Black Paws and Sarigar. Remember the size penalty on Hide for Black Paws.]

Tratain buffs up, as he walks next to Feng, Draax, and Arien. Renik brings up the rear, also moving stealthily.

Following Sarigar's lead, the party makes good time. Sarigar has to reveal himself now and then when the main party loses track of him. The Lost Child is at home here, and notes several regional variations. More black squirrels scampering, fewer grey ones. Different kinds of moss grow on rocks and trees. Different birdsongs. Most of these details are lost on the rest of the party, but even they get a sense of great age in this wood. The tree trunks are huge.

Sarigar, who is about 75 feet ahead of the group at the moment, notices larger creatures about 50 feet ahead of him and Black Paws. He sees two things unknown to him, but they look like giant winged six-legged weasels, each about as big as Black Paws. They are feasting on three fallen elk. They have not noticed you yet. The rest of the party will catch up to you next round.

Sarigar, if you can make a Spot check vs. DC 22, then Please Highlight to display spoiler: { You see a smaller version of these creatures only 20 feet away, hiding. It is about your size. It is looking at Black Paws in obvious fear. It is stock still, aside from a twitching nose, and silent.}

Sarigar, if the same Spot check beats DC 23, then Please Highlight to display spoiler: { You see a second youngling.}

Sarigar, if the same Spot check beats DC 24, then Please Highlight to display spoiler: { You see a third youngling.}

Sarigar, if the same Spot check beats DC 27, then Please Highlight to display spoiler: { You see a fourth youngling.}

Sarigar and Black Paws  d20+16=29 d20+16=27 d20+31=35 d20+16=23 d20+26=29 d20+16=29
Friday March 25th, 2005 11:34:41 AM
With their keen senses already working on high, the brothers spot the four young weasel-like creatures, though one nearly escaped Black Paws vision. They immediately back up slowly, trying to avoid the attention of the larger ones and alert the party to what's ahead (Hide 35/23, Move Silently 29/29).

Hopefully they can get back to the party before they alert the "weasels". "I might be able to make em friends, but I dunno. Never seen these before. The little uns seem scared of brother."

Arien (Mage Armor, AC 21) 
Friday March 25th, 2005 12:44:06 PM
Arien declines the rod as he already has an extended Mage Armor prepared. He then casts the spell upon himself and continues on with the rest.

Renik  d20+25=28
Friday March 25th, 2005 12:45:47 PM
The rogue comes to a halt as soon as he spies Sarigar returning, attempting to blend with the undergrowth (Hide 28) he whispers to the others "Keep well back. I'd rather avoid these things altogether, as they will no doubt fight if they think their young are threatened. But Sarigar, it's your call, befriend them or steer us a path past them as you think best."



Tratain AC 27 (Extended Magiv Vestment) 
Friday March 25th, 2005 4:36:20 PM
Tratain says to the others "We should try and slip around them if we can, theres no need for us to provoke them if we can help it. They have a the elks to feed on so they shouldn't both us as long as we don't get close enough to be taken as a threat to them or thier young I hope. Lets just go around them."

Draax 
Friday March 25th, 2005 5:39:47 PM
Draax whispers, "I agree with going around if possible. We do not mess with them if the do not mess with us."

Quick Debate (DM Cayzle) 
Saturday March 26th, 2005 10:34:18 AM
Sarigar creeps back and talks with the rest of the Hamleteers.

Away from the winged six-legged giant weasels, Sarigar suggests avoidance or an attempt to befriend.

The rest of the group suggests avoidance, but Renik leaves the decision to Sarigar.

A minute after the Lost Child and Black Paws are out of their sight, the weasel babies start making scared eeping sounds. The two adults immediately howl and rush to the cubs. At least, that's the logical deduction based on what you hear.

You do not think the adults can see or hear you. You can't see them, and you can only hear them because they are loud. Sounds like they are 80 to 100 feet away through the underbrush.

Draax 
Sunday March 27th, 2005 9:24:39 PM
"If there is a trail to get around these things, I suggest we take it. I do not want to have to kill them while defending ourselves and leave their young unprotected."


Tratain 
Sunday March 27th, 2005 10:52:59 PM
Tratain says I agree with Draax, theres no need for us to fight them if we can help it. lets just go in a wide arc around them."

Feng 
Monday March 28th, 2005 7:45:02 AM
"Sounds like a smart plan. Their young are somewhere nearby and any type of improper movement might make them think we are a threat. We don't need any unnecessary battles."

Renik  d20+25=39 d20+20=37
Monday March 28th, 2005 10:58:12 AM
"It seems we are of one mind" says the rogue without a trace of incredulity creeping into his voice. "Let us work our way around as quietly as we are able, everyone. Sarigar, you may still need to work your charms if they take a dislike to the clanking of Feng's armor." He gives his half-orc companion a cheerful nudge. "Very well, let's go."

The rogue melts into the undergrowth like a shadow (Hide 39, Move Silent 37), continuing to take up the rear.

Sarigar and Black Paws (CV145, AC24/21)  d20+16=30 d20+16=32 d20+31=43 d20+16=17 d20+26=29 d20+16=21 d20+20=35
Monday March 28th, 2005 6:25:45 PM
When they hear the frightened chirpings of the babies, the brothers take a few moments and listen intently (Listen 30/32). They don't believe they are the cause of the babies' cries and wonder if there might be another danger in the area.

If they detect the sounds of a possible danger or potentially larger predator nearby, they will alert the others and begin to quietly move back toward the "weasels". Otherwise, they will begin to scout a path around them so as not to alert them more than they already are (Hide 43/17, Move Silently 29/21, Survival 35).

Circling the Weasels (DM Cayzle)  d20+21=33 [opposed Hide check]
Tuesday March 29th, 2005 6:15:23 AM

Sarigar leads the group around the weasel-beasts. The howling of the adults seems to have stopped.

If you make a Listen check vs DC 20, then Please Highlight to display spoiler: {You hear the sound of the younglings change in tone.}

If you make the Listen check AND a Sense Motive check vs DC 20, then Please Highlight to display spoiler: {You think the younglings sound happy!}

You manage to evade the creatures without incident. Or is there? If you make a Spot check vs DC 33, then Highlight to display spoiler: {You see a glimpse of an elf in the woods, hiding as he follows you.}

Tratain has an idea for how to find the way to go. But he suggests that the party make a camp of it for the night so that he can prepare new spells bright and early the next day. If you choose to do this, please tell me what watches you set and precautions you take, if any.

Renik  d20+14=28 d20+3=21 d20+14=27
Tuesday March 29th, 2005 7:34:39 AM
Renik follows the party as they succesfully evade the curious creatures. He notices a change in the tone of the younglings cries as he goes. "From the sound of things they are pleased to see the back of us" he notes to whoever is in front of him (Listen 28, Sense Motive 21). He pauses, looks back into the woods, but is pretty satisfied the creatures are not following them (Spot 27). He turns and continues after his companions until Tratain makes his suggestion.

"I agree Tratain, making camp is probably a good idea. We will need to be well rested for the day ahead, and if you think there are spells you might prepare that will aid our search, then so much the better. Let us find a suitable spot."

Once the party have located a campsite Renik suggests that he and Feng take first watch, Sarigar and Draax second to allow the spellcasters an unbroken night to focus upon their spells.

After they have partaken of rations Renik pulls two books from his trouser pockets. One is the Green Man's tome. In this he describes all of the events of the day, including details of the remarkable dream of the previous night. When he is done he passes the book around the group, asking them to add any details or events he has missed. That done he returns the Green Man's tome to his pocket.

He then opens the second book. Some of the older party members recognize it as Bill Troublefinder's Journal of Writing, entrusted to the rogue for safekeeping. He leans back, hands behind his head, and begins to recount details of the group's adventures after the battles in the caves beneath the Silver Seagull Inn. As he speaks written words spring fully formed onto the page as if penned by some invisible scribe.

"Search for a Soul

The summoning took place and at once we found ourselves transported to the Lands of Rest, standing before Gargul himself...



Tratain  d20+10=17 d20+10=22
Tuesday March 29th, 2005 11:46:14 AM
Tratain says "They seem to be quieter now, most animals in the forest will leave you alone if you don't bother them. Tomorrow I will Memorize a spell that should be able to direct us to the Elven village we saw in the Vision the Green Man showed us."

Tratain takes what rest he needs early and then will help watch the rest of the night, using his goggles of night to see in the darkness.

Sarigar and Black Paws (CV145, AC24/21)  d20+1=16 d20+15=22 d20+16=35 d20+26=33 d20+31=41
Tuesday March 29th, 2005 12:22:59 PM
As the brothers listen intently (see previous post unless you need me to roll em again), they detect the change in their tone but are not sure what it indicates (Sense Motive 16).

As they lead the party around, they keep their eyes, ears and noses open for any other potential dangers in the area (Listen 23, Spot 35). Sarigar barely picks out the pursuing elf and signals the others that someone is following. He mentally tells his brother to continue leading the others to a "safe" camp area while he attempts to watch the elf further. He then tucks himself into the brush (Move Silently 33, Hide 41) and keeps a wary eye on the elf to see what his intentions may be.

Feng 
Tuesday March 29th, 2005 7:06:39 PM
Feng enjoys taking watch because it is a time of peace and quiet. The days events have passed giving time for reflection and prayer. Sometimes he wonders what his life would be like had he not chosen this difficult path but not once does he regret his choices. They are constantly busy traveling the wold to battle evil wherever it lurks, which is fine with him. Still on those days his body aches from battle or from wearing his armor for far too long does he long for extended times of peace and rest.

"Renik I will stay up into the next watch. The ring I wear only requires me a couple hours of sleep."

Draax 
Tuesday March 29th, 2005 9:21:10 PM
Draax is as happy as the others that they were able to go around the creatures without a fight. When they reach a campsite, he will eat some rations and get some rest before his watch. As he makes himself comfortable, Draax wonders if he will ever receive another one of those all elven dreams again.

Arien (AC 21, Mage Armor) 
Wednesday March 30th, 2005 2:06:02 AM
Arien finds a place to sleep near the base of a tree, hopefully between two roots to provide some protection. He leans up against the tree for a bit, still thinking about the dream. Then after a quick meal Arien settles back against the tree and slips into trance.

Roaring in the Night (DM Cayzle)  d20+21=26
Wednesday March 30th, 2005 6:31:06 AM
Sarigar, Please Highlight to display spoiler: {You keep an eye on the elf, and after a while he retreats deeper into the woods.}

Those with elvish blood wonder if they will dream again tonight ... but their rests are untroubled and free of visions.

You settle in for the night, and Feng alerts the party when he hears a wild roaring!

If you (anyone who wants to be awake) can make a Spot check vs. DC26, then Please Highlight to display spoiler: {You get a glimpse of a humanoid figure in confrontation with a huge lumbering beast. The beast moves off, and the humanoid slips into shadows.}

But no obvious threat emerges from the dense underbrush, and the roaring moves off.

After a light rain just before dawn, and anyone up at that time might hear frogs delighting in it -- reep reep reep! reep reep reep! reep reep reep! In the morning, damp but refreshed, you are ready to start the day under a bright sun.

Philip, Please Highlight to display spoiler: {Um, I see move and hide silent checks for your PC, but what about Black Paws? Didn't matter tonite, but in general, remember to roll for both, if you would.}

Renik  d20+14=18
Wednesday March 30th, 2005 9:33:24 AM
"A handy item" Renik says, accepting Feng's offer.

The rogue is still on watch with Feng when the roaring begins. He peers into the undergrowth but sees nothing unusual through the gloom (Spot 18).

Once the sound of roaring moves away he completes his watch, then gets some rest. He awakens at first light, brushes himself as dry as he is able, and prepares some breakfast.

"Very well Tratain, let's see if your spells can aid us in our quest".

Sarigar and Black Paws  d20+16=30 d20+20=31 d20+16=30
Wednesday March 30th, 2005 1:48:24 PM
After watching the elf for a time, Sarigar finally returns to the camp, part way through Feng's watch. Seeing the others sleeping, he tells Feng and Renik quietly, "Elf was watching us, but he's gone now. Might have been the weasel-things druid or somethin'." He keeps watch with Feng for a bit, then curls up with his brother on the fringe of the camp to sleep.

Black Paws, having slept most of the first watch is awake for the fight nearby and takes note of it. Sarigar awakens with Feng's warnings. They watch carefully (Spot 30/30), Black Paws growling lightly any time it looks as if the fight moves toward the camp. Once the fight has moved on, Black Paws paces slowly around the edge of camp keeping an eye on the area, then settles back down to sleep again.

The brothers wake in the morning, shake off the dew, spraying anyone nearby. They then scrounge up their morning meal (Survival 31) and are ready in very short order.

ooc: I didn't roll Black Paws hide and move silently when watching the elf because he was leading the party onward and wasn't being particularly sneaky at the time.

Tratain  d20+10=20
Wednesday March 30th, 2005 4:47:07 PM
Tratain peers into the darkness when he hears the roaring but can't make anything out. When it moves on and quiets down he settles back in to watch the rest of the night.

In the Mourning Tratain Memorizes his spells, Takes out his Rod of Lesser Extend and Casts Magic Vestment on his Shield. He offers the Rod again to Arien for his Mage Armor spell if he wants it, and casts Delay Poison on Arien through the Rod aswell. If Arien doesn't use the Rod he will Use the Last Charge to cast Delay poison on Renik if he wants.

After that Tratain Casts Find the Path and leads the party towords the Elven Village they were shown in the vision.

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0 level: Cure Minor Woundsx2; Detect Magicx3; Read Magic
1st Level: Bless; Shield of Faithx2; Divine Favor;Prot. From evilx2;Remove Fear(Sanctuary)
2nd Level: Endurance; Bull's Strength; Delay Poisonx2**; Silence; Resist Energy(Spiritual Weapon)
3rd Level: Invisibility Purge; Prayer; Dispel Magicx2;Magic Vestment;(Protection from Energy)
4th Level: Freedom of Movement; Divine Power;Death Ward;Dimensional Anchor(Spell Immunity)
5th Level: True Seeing; Righteous Might;Quickened Divine Favor;Quickened Shield of Faith (Flame Strike)
6th Level: Heal;Find The Path*; Mass Bears Endurence (Blade Barrier)

Feng 
Wednesday March 30th, 2005 6:27:50 PM
When the roar echoes through the camp Feng grabs his double axe and stands up ready for trouble. He's pleasently suprised when no large animals burst through the brush and into their camp.

"Elf you say?" Feng says quietly to Sarigar after the wild man's revelation of their mysterious watcher. He says no more but keeps alert for any more trouble. In the morning Feng eats a light breakfast even though his ring sustains him better then any meal would. Food tastes good and Feng does like to eat.

"Will we make the elven village this day or the next?"

Draax 
Wednesday March 30th, 2005 9:09:16 PM
Draax quickly wakes up and peers into the darkness looking from any sign of trouble. He listening to what is said about the elf, but realizes that he probably could not see the stranger unless the elf wanted to be seen.

Since he is up Draax decides to stay on watch until morning.

The Templars of the Wild


On the Path (DM Cayzle) 
Thursday March 31st, 2005 11:42:33 AM
[This it the Wednesday evening DM post, believe it or not! Sorry!]

After the sounds of the night, it is a relief to have a course of action. That's exactly what Tratain's spell offers, and through the divine guidance of the divination, Tratain leads the way.

The 10-minute-per-level duration is just long enough, as it turns out. After a couple hours, the group finds itself deep in jungle. Up ahead, you see a stand of extremely tall trees. And in your path, standing in your way, is a party of elves, with one gnome as well.

One of the elves, standing in the lead, is the elf you recognize from your vision -- presumably the one who wrote the note.

He steps forward and speaks in common.

"Just in time! Just in time! You sure do believe in cutting it close, don't you? But you made it! That's what counts. Well, come on! Come on! There is no time to lose."

He turns and heads into the trees, clearly expecting you to follow at speed.

The gnome smiles and adds, "By the way, that's Harlee and I'm Irvine. Welcome. Now come along quick!"

If you follow, you end up in a huge clearing with tall trees all around. Looking up, there are houses built (or growing?) in the trees. There is a big bonfire in the center of the clearing, and its flames are green.

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Thursday March 31st, 2005 12:04:56 PM
The brothers feel particularly at home here. Never have they seen a place so in touch to nature as they feel. They dash around from tree to tree, shrub to shrub, checking out all the sights and smells around them. If there's somewhere creatures go when they die, this is where they want to go.

Draax 
Thursday March 31st, 2005 1:59:44 PM
Draax is somewhat apprehensive by the way the elf just led them away without any explanation. His mind is put a little at ease when the gnome speaks up, but not by much. He sighs and then follows the others because he sees no other option. He hopes that he is not making a mistake by being so trustful to strangers.

He looks at the green flames and wonders what it means. He waits with the others hoping that their host will explan what is going on.

Tratain 
Thursday March 31st, 2005 4:47:46 PM
Tratain follows the Elf and introduces himself to the Gnome who seems to be the talkative one in the elves party.

When they reach the Green fire Tratain says to the Gnome "Whats going, what are we cutting it close too? What is that Green fire, if I'm not mistaken it reminds me a little of the magical fires in the Giggeling Ghost."

Renik  d20+14=27
Thursday March 31st, 2005 5:23:37 PM
"Good skills, my friend" murmurs Renik as Tratain's spell leads them directly to their destination. He too is a little taken aback by Harlee and Irvine's welcome. Perhaps they are in communication with the Green Man. "Well met sirs" he says to the elf and gnome as they turn away.

He follows the others into the elven village, trusting that all will be explained to them in the fullness of time. Despite the fact that he feels no sense of danger here he remains alert, looking for anything untoward or unusual about this place (Spot 27).

He gazes into the dancing green flames, and is also reminded of the fireplaces in the Giggling Ghost. He has never seen such a flame outside of that place, though. Could this be a similar transportation magic?

Feng 
Thursday March 31st, 2005 7:00:11 PM
Feng kicks his warhorse into gear and quickly follows the elf. This confirms his suspicion that the elf knew he was being magically observed. As Feng rode he couldn't help but eagerly wonder what was about to happen. If a force for good was going to awaken then that was indeed good news.

Song and Summons (DM Cayzle) 
Friday April 1st, 2005 7:25:16 AM
[This is the Thursday evening DM post!]

All the elves you see in the area -- maybe a dozen? maybe two? -- all gather around the green-tinged flames of the bonfire.

Harlee the elf, seemingly the one who wrote you the note, and definitely the one who you saw in the vision, ushers you to places around the bonfire as well. The other elves defer to him. He seems very excited, almost hyperactive.

Renik and Tratain, with keen eyes and sharp wits, are reminded of the hearthfires of the Giggling Ghost.

Although there is much to see here, all of it interesting to Sarigar, the fire may be the most interesting of all. Is it drawing him to it?

Renik, ever wary, looks for anything unusual. The problem with that, though, is so much is unusual. The Tree-houses. The Fire. The small flying mammals that flit from branch to branch overhead. The piping sounds.

Feng is somewhat reassured, as the gnome, Irvine, explains what is going on. "All those with elf blood in the entire Wold are having a meeting of some kind. Their minds will travel? Or just their thoughts? I do not understand it. But do not fear. Watch the flames, and learn."

Then you hear a clear fey voice rising from the flames in song:

The sunshine of your smile will soon be here,
Your golden voice will once again fill the air,
Rejoice inhabitants of field and stream,
The Fairy King will no longer be a dream!

The piping sound grows louder and the flames leap up.

[OOC: PCs with elf blood -- Arien and Draax -- should go to the Giggling Ghost Board to post and participate there. You two can post there and back here as well. You can talk to your friends at the same time you are posting in the Giggling Ghost.

The non-elves should read the Giggling Ghost Board but NOT post there. In character, they can see and hear events there by watching the flames of the bonfire, but they may not participate there. Please DO comment to each other about events on this board as your characters talk around the fire. - Cayzle]

Feng 
Friday April 1st, 2005 10:02:56 AM
Feng dismounts and stands next to his mighty steed while all of this is going on. Degg is a highly intelligent mystical creature. Feng believes that he knows something special is going on if not more. He leans down and quietly asks Irvine, "Who is this Fairy King and what does he hope to accomplish?"

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Friday April 1st, 2005 4:25:13 PM
The brothers gaze eventually fix on the fire and they unconsciously make their way over to the ring of people around it. They sit, mesmerized by the images of people not here, but here, or are they there but not there. As much as this should hurt their heads, it surprisingly doesn't and they continue watching and listening.

Tratain 
Friday April 1st, 2005 5:36:04 PM
Tratain stares into the fire and watches the elves begin to gather for thier meeting.

Arien 
Friday April 1st, 2005 7:12:40 PM
It has been a long time since Arien was amoung his own people. Arien drifts about the fire greeting the elves one at a time. As he talks with them he is a bit distracted, as if his mind is also somewhere else.

Draax 
Friday April 1st, 2005 10:20:41 PM
Draax looks around at his comrades and wonders how his mind can be in two places at the same time without feeling disoriented. At first he thinks he might be going crazy, but dismisses the thought when he looks around at the other elves. "You guys can see this right?"

The Conclave Begins (DM Cayzle) 
Saturday April 2nd, 2005 8:01:15 AM
[This is the Friday DM Post. LOL!]

As the Hamleteers watch the green flames, and into the flames, they see even deeper, into the Giggling Ghost. What an odd place that is! It seems to exist physically in the Wold ... if you walked enough you could find it. And yet it is also a magic place, whcih can be entered in dreams. And now, with these strange events, even entered while one is still awake.

That paradox -- being two places at once -- puzzles Sarigar and disconcerts Draax, but the others take it in stride. The elves who are native to this place are focused on the flames, and when Draax talks to one, he is told to shush.

But the Hamleteers have no problem talking to each other. And the gnome, Irvine, is glad to talk too.

"Most of the time I don't worry about not being an elf," he says, "although I work and live with them. But today I'm glad you guys are here too."

Feng asks about the Fairy King, but the gnome can only plead ignorance. "That's the Sleeper, I think, and the elves are excited about waking him up. What he will do, I don't know. Maybe he'll help us fight off the evil monsters hereabouts, of which there are a great many."

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Saturday April 2nd, 2005 11:30:23 AM
The brothers continue looking into the flames and watching the people here, there, wherever. Again, a feeling of being left out of a discussion that apparently will have a large impact on nature hits them hard and in unison, they sigh and their statures slump a bit.

Tratain 
Saturday April 2nd, 2005 7:02:01 PM
Tratain moves towords the others and says quietly "I'm a little concerned, I'm not sure yet if the sleeper is good or not, or if awakening him is a good idea or not. This meeting of the elves seems to be about that and from what I can tell awakening him will cause momentus changes in the wold but it seems the elves aren't going to give anyone without elven blood a say at all in the descision. That has me concerned, I see humans and dwarves and gnomes and even a minotaur there but they are being ushered out of the inn or out of the way, Curiosity seekers one called them. That does not sit well with me, I have known many elves. I have called several friends through the years. Arien and Draax are my Sword Brothers and I would fight and die for them as well as you all on your words alone. If awakening the sleeper is going to cause such momentus changes should not all the races of the wold have a voice? That aside I have other fears, even if this sleeper turns out to be one of the most benevolent beings in the wold, awakening such good will probably awaken an evil to match it."

Tratain moves back towords the Gnome and the Elves and says louder I did not experience this dream, but from the telling it seems the elves of the Wold have recieved this dream twice before, and I assume that they met like they are doing now twice before to decide whether or not to awaken the sleeper. What happened those other two times."

Renik 
Sunday April 3rd, 2005 2:59:59 PM
Renik shares Tratain's misgivings. If this Sleeper is as powerful as he seems this is a truly momentous decision, and one that will effect everyone across the Wold. Though he says nothing his face darkens as he gazes at the concentrated faces of his hosts around the emerald fire and the gathering elven crowd within it. For the elves to take it upon themselves to hold such a vital discussion on behalf of the entire Wold smacks of a staggering arrogance. Who are the elves to say what is right for everyone else?

As his resentment towards the elves in general builds it occurs to him that two of his close companions are among their number. He wrestles with the complex emotions brought about by this realisation, and hopes that he is wrong about this. Perhaps the elves have merely gathered to explain events, and that they will then draw in all manner of leaders from across the Wold. But the treatment of the non-elves in the Giggling Ghost rankles severely, and a dark knot of anger begins to grow in his gut. He wants to believe the best of these elves, but in truth he cannot. Everything he sees here smacks of a de facto coup d'etat, with the rest of the Wold as hapless bystanders.

Though he is unaware of it his knuckles whiten as he grips the hilts of his shortswords. Calm yourself he thinks furiously. Wait and see what transpires.



Feng 
Sunday April 3rd, 2005 11:50:32 PM
"I agree completely. The evles have worshipped this god for probably centuries. I'm sure that they feel it's their right. I was thinking the same thing. What's best for the elves may not be best for the other races. Unfortunately I think that all we can do is wait and see."

Conclave 1 (DM Cayzle) 
Monday April 4th, 2005 7:40:38 AM
As the Hamleteers gaze into the green flames, they see that an amazing gathering of elven folks is beginning. They also see that non-elves are relegated to the balcony or asked to leave.

One elf scholar says, "It is a great day! The Dream has come as foretold in the most ancient and revered manuscripts of our kindred. He has slept from the earliest time of the Wold, and now is the time for his waking. Now is the time for all elven-kind to dream together, to work together. Nature will prosper, and that which is evil and un-natural will tremble!"

You see your own friends, Arien and Draax, waiting for the proceedings to begin. [OOC: you two can post here and there, once per day each, if you like.]

A bard sings a song that starts off a little vague and long-winded -- or mysterious and intricate -- depending on whether you dislike elf music or like it!

Around the fire, Sarigar and Renik keep their own council. Feng and Tratain discuss what they see. Tratain is eloquent in voicing his reservations, and Feng counsels wise patience.

Irvine the Gnome nods at Feng's words. "I have lived with elves for decades, and there is still much that I do not know. But I never heard any elf pray to this King. I trust the elves I know with my life. I have done so many times. I trust them still, and see no reason not to."

If you make a listen check vs DC15, then in order to hear a tiny murmur from Irvine, Please Highlight to display spoiler: {The gnome adds under his breath, "so far."}

Renik  d20+14=32
Monday April 4th, 2005 9:27:32 AM
Slowing his breathing and letting himself relax the rogue sits quietly, waiting to see what the elven gathering will do. He notes the gnome's whispered comment though (Listen 32), and nods almost imperceptibly in agreement.

Benevolent as they seem, there is something about that serene elven exterior that (now he thinks back on it) he has always found a little worrisome. They are a hard people to read, and that inscrutability makes him uneasy.

The fact that he himself has, over the course of his career in espionage and adventuring, trained himself to achieve this exact same ability to reveal nothing in his expressions does not occur to Renik.

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Monday April 4th, 2005 10:24:41 AM
In unison, the brothers begin to scratch a spot by their right front shoulder. Sarigar then looks at his shoulder with a questioning look on his face. He then realizes that it wasn't his shoulder that was itching and that it was his brother digging a a bug of some kind. He digs through the fur on Black Paws' shoulder and a moment later, he flicks a bug into the fire.

They then settle back in and watch the flames.

Tratain  d20+10=24
Monday April 4th, 2005 11:13:21 AM
Tratain nods at Irvine's words and hears his wispered comment. He thinks to himself, at least someone else is a little worried as well.

He says "I hope they know what they are doing and there are at least some who will speak about the possible dangers. If they just decide to awaken the sleeper without much discussion about consequences things could get very bad. If the dream is accurate about the sleepers intentions he's already declared war on Parnoth and whatever allies he can gather. I'm guessing the sleeper won't take kindly to the elves in Aisildur being heartseeded so there will probably be War there as well. And it wouldn't surprise me if the Army's of Marteaus raise thier banners again at Mount Bone if they feel threatened."

Draax 
Monday April 4th, 2005 11:39:26 AM
Draax listens to the misgiving of the others. He is not sure where he would stand if a conflict between elves and the other races were to happen. Having a foot on both sides of the line, he hopes that it does not come to him having to choose sides.

Conclave 2 (DM Cayzle) 
Tuesday April 5th, 2005 3:09:45 PM

The elf gathering continues, and more details emerge. Our heroes talk as they watch.

[sorry for lame post today!]

Tratain 
Tuesday April 5th, 2005 8:45:37 PM
Tratain continues watching the goings on in the Giggeling Ghost. Concerned about the attitudes of the elves who have spoken up so far.

Draax 
Tuesday April 5th, 2005 9:22:38 PM
Draax tries to follow along with what is being said at the gathering. He does not understand any of it. Draax wonders if his human half is preventing him from comprehending what is going on like he believes the other elves are doing. He becomes very concern when the words, "Magic, powered by the souls and longing of the elves" are spoken. He hopes that they were not pulled together for some mass sacrifice. He looks at his comrades to see how they are reacting to what they are seeing and hearing.

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Wednesday April 6th, 2005 12:17:58 AM
When the brothers see the dark skinned elf enter the ghostly images of the Giggling Ghost, a low growl begins to emanate from them both. The hackles on Black Paws neck rise up and Sarigar's fingers dig in to the soil beneath him. It almost looks as if they're ready to leap into the fire before them.

Renik 
Wednesday April 6th, 2005 10:09:27 AM
Watching events within the flames Renik's anger begins to ebb. These speakers are eloquent and pursuasive. There is an undeniable ring of truth to their words. The dark armies are a clear threat, both to nature herself and the civilisations that lie beyond it. Perhaps they are right...

But it is the principle which is the issue here, he reminds himself. Why should the fate of the Wold, the future of the fight against evil, be decided by the elves alone? Who elected them rulers of the Noble Races? Not Renik Dacour! Who is to say they are right? What proof have they shown that this Sleeper will restrict the growth of nature to an assault on what humanity deems evil? Who is to say that a newly awakened Nature might not consider humanity itself to be evil? Why are the humans not a part of this debate?

He scowls again, and whispers to Tratain "This is wrong! This is not a decision for elves alone!"

Feng 
Wednesday April 6th, 2005 6:44:52 PM
Feng continues to watch silently. His questions seem to give only more questions. Even when this elven god emerges he doubts that answers will be clear. If anything the truth will be harder to find.

Conclave 3 (DM Cayzle) 
Wednesday April 6th, 2005 10:12:15 PM
The debate continues in the scene unfolding in the green flames. A pair of drow voice doubts, echoing Renik's thoughts: Was waking the Sleeper a good idea? And why were elves alone heard in the debate?

The elves present stare intently into the flames, minds far away.

Irvine muses aloud, almost talking to the flames, "There is no doubt that evils need to be fought, and the Noble Races so far have not triumphed. We could use help."

Tratain 
Wednesday April 6th, 2005 10:35:19 PM
Tratain nods at Renik and listens to the new speakers. He says "Well it looks like these new speakers are at least starting a meaningfull discussion. I'd feel better if they invited some leaders from Plataue City or some scholars from the Star Mages guild to participate. But at least things look like they are getting better. Lets see what happens."

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Wednesday April 6th, 2005 11:18:54 PM
When the half-drow named Xenia, followed shortly thereafter by the drow that caused the brothers' unease speak and defend the non-elven races, they noticably calm, though they remain somewhat on edge. A slight look of confusion comes over their faces as if they don't understand how the killers of his pack would actually defend others.

Draax 
Thursday April 7th, 2005 1:23:31 AM
Draax continues to watch while thinking that this is getting more confusing by the minute.

Renik 
Thursday April 7th, 2005 8:51:51 AM
Renik has some sympathy for Sarigar's confusion. How can it be that Drow are the only ones speaking sense? He rubs a hand over his goattee, fascinated to see if the "pro" camp address any of the concerns raised.

Feng 
Thursday April 7th, 2005 7:06:57 PM
Hopefully one day Sarigar will come to understand that a person is not defined by his race. Thats something Feng has had to live with all his life.

"Sarigar try to think of it like this. Would you like to be defined by the actions of another or would you prefer to be your own man?"

Arien 
Friday April 8th, 2005 3:22:26 AM
Arien stares into the flames and struggles with the duality of what he seeing. One from where he is sitting and also from withing the Giggling Ghost itself. The strangeness of the situation causes him to be silent as he watches.

Conclave 4 (DM Cayzle) 
Friday April 8th, 2005 6:22:37 AM
[OOC: This is the Thursday DM Post!]

The debate continues in the flame-vision. As Tratain notes, the arguments become more reasoned. Some point out that nature has been turned or corrupted, and the Fae King will be a force for purification. Another emerging theme is anger at exclusion of non-elves.

But these arguments are swept away when the famed Valdor rises to speak! And he talks, in the end, against waking the sleeper! How many will be swayed by his words?

Irvine the gnome gasps at that. "How would you vote?" he asks the non-elves watching with him.

Feng 
Friday April 8th, 2005 9:59:35 AM
"I have long had faith in the divine. That faith encompases more than the belief they excist. There are things going on that no mortal can comprehend. While there are doubts to what this sleeper will accomplish I say bring him forth and let us see."

Renik 
Friday April 8th, 2005 2:28:48 PM
Renik shakes his head. "No, I can't take this on blind trust. More to the point, it is not even up to me to choose or not, and that is not right. The elves expect everyone else to accept that this decision is theirs alone, and for that reason alone it should be rejected! I stand with Valdor!"

He stands and calls to the Elves around him: "Reject this unilateral action! How can this path bring peace, when the very act of an Elven choice on behalf of all races is so utterly divisive?"

Tratain 
Friday April 8th, 2005 2:38:12 PM
Tratain says "I would wait and have more discussion. There has been very little information offered either way. It seems as though those who can tell us a good deal about the Sleeper are keeping it to themselves, or else no one really knows all that much about him. The way this is being done concernes me. The elves are a very patient people, it comes with thier long lives. This Dream happened but a day ago and some are already getting ready to attempt to wake him. The vast majority of them didn't even know he existed two days ago and now they want to rush off and awaken a being who they say has powers akin to the gods."

Tratain thinks for a moment and continues "If the this Sleeper has been slumbering for untold millenia then surely waiting a while longer to find more information would be best. Other things have me worried as well. How do we know that this sleeper has been changed or effected by the great changes in the Wold since he first slumbered. Men have risen up against the gods and been given a place in the pantheon. The gods of Testing rose and established themeselves as well. How do we know these or other events haven't damaged him in some way."

The first person I heard speak of the sleeper was a gnome, he went about the city preaching the sleeper would awaken, the Elven Druids in Plataue city wouldn't let him in the Druid quarter. It seemed they had no idea what it was at the time. The next day they had this dream and when I talked to them again they were all ecstatic about it. In a day they went from treating the gnome as a bother to embracing his vision. Another thing the Gnome said that interested me at the time. He said the sleeper was the One in Many or somesuch. I don't know what that means and it worries me know that some of the elves plan to try and awaken him."

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Friday April 8th, 2005 6:42:44 PM
"I say we go find Mittiri. People say she's dead, but brother and I can feel her. I think she's just hiding or somethin'. People liked her, that's what the tree lady used to tell me. And she feels a lot like what people say this Sleeper is."

Conclave Ends (DM Cayzle) 
Saturday April 9th, 2005 3:03:56 PM
[This is -- LOL -- the Friday DM Post! Sorry!]

The magical green flames die down, and the gathering of elves comes to a close. Those elves circling the bonfire look up in response to your voices.

When Feng says, "Bring him forth," several elves smile, and one shouts, "Yes!"

But Harlee, the leader, is not so quick.

Renik's words are met with scowls, but Harlee responds with the patience of one who has seen centuries go by. "Perhaps we elves are arrogant, but the Sleeper was an elf, and only elves can wake him, so it is natural for elves to see this as an elvish dilemma. Are we proud? Well, even when non-elves spoke to condemn us, we did not silence them."

"And please remember that even if the elves are proud, we are good at heart, and our motives are pure. We fight here against evil, and if the Fae King awakes, he will help set the Wold to right."

When Tratain says he wants to know more, Harlee nods and agrees. "There is much still hidden, much we should discover."

Finally, Sarigar's words make Harlee smile.

"Yes, my friends, despite the contention, let us not forget that today is a joyful day. Harken unto the words of the Dragonstone! Valdor said,

"Let him sleep, and band with me. We can accomplish anything, if we all do it together."

"So if the Sleeper wakes, he will work to help the Wold. And if he sleeps, then Valdor Dragonstone has said that he will lead a crusade of all Noble Races for the same ends!"

"Surely this is a cause for which to fight and in which to rejoice! I brought you here to help in that cause. Will you help us?"



Sarigar and Black Paws 
Saturday April 9th, 2005 8:05:52 PM
As the conclave ends and the fires begin to dim, the brothers sit there and a look of pain comes over their faces. Sarigar's forehead falls into his hand and it's obvious he's got another headache. All this man-speak is far to alien for him and his simple understanding of the world.

The brothers stumble off to the edge of the encampment to sleep away their headaches. Give them the dirt under their feet, prey in their sights or its scent in their noses, trees overhead and their well and good. Make them try to comprehend much beyond the hunt and sheer survival and....ow.

Renik  d20+5=14
Sunday April 10th, 2005 3:36:31 AM
The rogue considers Harlee's words, calming himself in order to make his points clearly.

"I don't deny that this Sleeper and the process of bringing him back are an elven concern. It is the implications of his return that are more wide-reaching. Any action which affects others on such a great scale should surely be put to those others before being carried out? The purity of your motives cannot be questioned, it is the manner of deciding upon this Awakening I have a problem with.

Tratain also makes valid points. We seem to be rushing headlong down a cataclysmic path based on little more than blind optimism and (with due respect) the word of a couple of old elves. It is nowhere near enough. Surely such profoundly Wold-changing events should be clearly understood by all.

How can anyone be saying "awake the Sleeper", based on the paltry evidence we have heard? Do you know what form this "restoration of balance" will take? Do you know how the Sleeper intends to "destroy evil"? What will the Sleeper consider evil? Anything contrary to nature? That could include the woodsman who fells the tree. How will a rise of nature effect the human cities? Or commerce? What might the Gods make of the Elves taking it upon themselves to change the balance of the Wold? In this Awakening and subsequent destruction of evil, who will live and who will die?

Until these questions can be answered (or at the very least have been debated by ALL who wish to have a say in their own future) this course cannot be pursued. Can you not see the truth in this?"

Renik is attempting to pusuade both the elven leader and his followers (Oratory 14).

Arien 
Sunday April 10th, 2005 2:12:37 PM
"Perhaps the problem Renik," Arien says, "Is that you did not feel the dream as most of us here did. I say this not to slight you but to make a point. A man trapped in a cave and having the sunlight described to him be another does not feel the light and its warmth. He only knows what the other tells him, so without knowing the truth of the matter he makes judgements about the light. You cannot dispute that things are not all well with the Wold. If they were Marcus would still be alive as would many of our friends. If the Sleeper can help us make things right, who are we to stop his awakening?"

Arien stands and turns to Harlee, "I will help you Harlee, I feel that I have little choice in the matter but were I given one I would help regardless. What would you have of us?"

Tratain 
Sunday April 10th, 2005 4:23:32 PM
Tratain says "What would you have us do Harlee, I'm afraid I won't support anything haveing to do with Awakening this Sleeper without more information about him. That meeting did little to alay my fears. While the elves didn't silence or throw the non-elvish speakers out of the meeting, I think only a few took them seriously and none of thier concernes were addressed. I found several of the elves insulting. One of the main speakers didn't seem concerened that the other races weren't given a voice in the descision, just what we might do because we were afraid. Another at the gathering said that "We wouldn't understand." Thats an answer you give to children, not those who are going to die for you in the War that will come. Make no mistake, there will be war, probably on the scale that will eclipse what went on during the rise of the Gods of Testing. If the other races are told this is only an elven matter, and that they get no voice at all in the descion that will change the wold on such a large scale they may not be willing to help if things go badly."

Tratain continues "I do believe that the elven race is primarily good, and so do the other races of the Wold. If we did not we wouldn't be here merly protesting not having a voice. If all the Orcs in the Wold had a shared vision showing they could raise a great or hero with godlike powers who would slay thier enemies and put them in thier rightfull place, the Combined Armies of all the goodly Races would March immedietly to war to prevent it."

"If you know of some way we can gain more information about this sleeper, that I would support. I also would like to know anything that you know about him. When the Greenman showed us the vision of how to find you you were writing something that leads me to believe you are one of a very few elves that knew anything at all about the Fae King before the vision. What was he like, how do you think he will react to the changes that have taken place? Did he have good relations with the other races of the Wold? I also do not know if you have any influence over the Elven nations as a whole Harlee but i would Urge you send representatives to the other great nations to ask thier input and try to lessen thier fears."

Draax 
Monday April 11th, 2005 2:06:07 AM
Draax listens to the others while trying to make up his own mind about the sleeper. "I guess I am in for now, like most of the others need more information."

Feng 
Monday April 11th, 2005 1:36:12 PM
As the discussion heats up Feng decides to hold his tongue. Another voice added will do nothing to help resolve the conflict. No matter how Renik voices his concerns the elves will not be persuaded. How could anybody expect them to be? They recieved a profound vision that united them as a race like never before.

"Renik you might as well save your breath. They will not be persuaded from their present course. I know if I recieved a message like they did I could not be. Valdor may carry much weight behind his words but somehow I don't think they really care."

Prophecy and News (DM Cayzle) 
Monday April 11th, 2005 11:08:43 PM
Sarigar struggles with the vision of debate. But he decides he needs a chance to digest it all.

Renik tries to convince the elves that all noble races of the Wold should be consulted in the decision to rouse the Sleeper.

But Arien feels the conviction that came with the vision of an Elf Champion who will reverse the defeats that are looming.

Tratain needs to know more. He too is concerned that other races were not consulted. But a part of him seems to long to help the elves.

Draax also wants to know more.

Feng feels that the elves have already decided.

...

In fact, maybe the decision has not been set. Harlee seems sympathetic. He agrees that there is more to learn.

"I have made a study of this. I have read ancient tomes of prophecy. They say the Fae King will defeat the enemies of nature. They say that when things turn dark, when the three sky-signs meet, then the King can save us."

"But the tales also tell of the Lord of the Pixies. Maybe he was a friend of the King, maybe a foe. The stories are unclear. Maybe both. But I think that if you found the Lord of the Pixies, he could tell you more."

"I can tell you how to find him. Interested?"

Just then, an elf runs up, with a small dragonet on his arm. He speaks to Harlee in elvish.

Harlee turns to you all. Blood has drained from his face. He pauses to collect himself, and then repeats the news.

"The Dread is on the rise. An army is forming. But that is not the worst of it!"

"Parnoth Faebane has enslaved every elf in his realm! He is shackling them all. He has finally done it. Alas!"

Tears stream down the elf's face.

Renik 
Tuesday April 12th, 2005 8:42:53 AM
"It seems the repercussions are already beginning. I like this not, but we seem to have little choice at this stage. Let us find this Lord of Pixies you speak of and gain more knowledge of what is to come."

The rogue shakes his head angrily, frustrated that the elves seem intent upon continuing with the awakening regardless of the concerns of the other races. Still, all they can do at this stage is gather as much information as possible in order to better prepare for what is to come.

Feng 
Tuesday April 12th, 2005 9:50:47 AM
"While the nature of the Fae King is being debated we can concentrate on the here and now. An entire kingdom has been enslaved. I cannot stand idly by while such an act takes place." Feng says withthe fanatical determination that few can muster.

Tratain 
Tuesday April 12th, 2005 10:55:32 AM
Tratain says "We should hurry and go find the Lord of the Pixies quickly and learn what we can. Unfortunatly Feng, I believe that Freeing the Emerald Kingdom from Parnoth is out of our league. It will take a great crusaide to drive that monster out, and we may best help that cause by finding out what we can about the Fae King and reporting it to our leaders before the summoning so that maybe they can be persuaded to help in that cause."

"Where are the dread attacking? And in what numbers do you know? Do you think that the forces in that area will be able to stop them or would our time better be served there?"

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Tuesday April 12th, 2005 3:15:33 PM
The brothers moan softly from the pain in their heads as they roll over and continue sleeping. "ZZZZ ZZZz ZZzz Zzzz zzzz"

Arien 
Tuesday April 12th, 2005 7:34:10 PM
"I wonder now if the rising of the sleeper isn't assured. Parnoth's death was shown in this dream and with his rash enslavement of our kin many elves will desire his death and awaken the Sleeper with anger in their hearts. I say we find this Lord of Pixies, find out what we can and hopefully awaken the Sleeper before those filled with hate do. For I believe if he is awakened under such a circumstance the events that follow would be dire ones indeed."

Draax 
Tuesday April 12th, 2005 7:52:56 PM
Draax almost jumps up to agrees to go after the Lord of the Pixies. All the arguing was starting to get on his nerves. Waiting around while others try to make up their minds have never been something he was good at. "Yes, lets go after the Pixie Lord, standing around waiting for things to happen is starting to get to me."

The Path to the Pixie Lord (DM Cayzle) 
Wednesday April 13th, 2005 7:33:01 AM
[OOC: It's Wednesday, but this is the Tuesday DM Post!]

While Harlee turns away for a moment to compose himself, you talk about what to do. Although the opinions on the elvish question range from regret and hesitation, from Renik, to commitment, from Feng, all agree that seeking out this Lord of the Pixies is not a bad idea.

Sarigar and Black Paws open their eyes simultaneously as the scent of a canine creature hits their noses. Maybe it comes from that halfling that just entered the camp?

Tratain poses his question, and Irvine the Gnome talks first to an elf, then has an answer. "A large force of dread soldiers has already left the Crimson Fort, located in the deadland valleys at the northern border of the Culverwood. With Parnoth making his move in the south of the forest, and the Dread in the north, we can only assume collusion. Certainly, events are moving fast."

Harlee returns and seems very relieved that you are willing to agree to his proposition. "Thank you for agreeing to help, if only to find out more. I would like to send two of my people with you."

"Monthor is a doughty fighter who will offer you substantial firepower." He indicates a dwarf, and you see that he means "firepower" literally, since some of the dwarf's gear sems to be on fire.

"Jasper will guide you, since he is well acquainted with the forest." He motions to a halfling.

[OOC: These are two new party members. Please welcome them. Scott, Yves, feel free to start posting now.]

Harlee offers more information about the Pixie Lord. "Of old he dwelt in a lake about three days travel from here, attended by his nyads and other waterfae. I think you should start there."

DM Cayzle 
Wednesday April 13th, 2005 7:49:29 AM
OOC: EVERYONE, PLEASE READ JERRY'S POST ON LnB FROM YESTERDAY REGARDING THE LOSS OF LYNN BECK, A WOLDIAN AND A WONDERFUL PERSON. WE WILL BE OBSERVING AN HOUR OF SILENCE ON THIS BOARD IN MEMORY OF LYNN WEDNESDAY, APRIL 13, FROM 12:00 PM TO 1:00 PM WOLDIAN (CDT).

An Hour of Silence - DM Donna 
Wednesday April 13th, 2005 1:11:35 PM
This board will now observe an hour of silence
in honor of Lynn Beck (and her husband Dave)
who was taken away from The Wold before her time...


Good-bye Dave & Lynn Beck - DM Donna 
Wednesday April 13th, 2005 2:11:28 PM
The hour of silence is over now. Posting may resume. Thank you and let's all hope for the best for young Alex Beck.

JASPER 
Wednesday April 13th, 2005 3:16:01 PM
A scruffy halfling approaches, hat in hand, and brightens his scarred face with a smile. "So you're the 'amleteers wots leadin' the investigatin'? Jasper's me name, an' I 'ave the distinct pleasure of escortin' you." He wheezes a dry chuckle. "Tisn't everyday the druds go lookin' beyond their ken. Oim thinkin' they're either very impressed, or we're very expendable." Jasper takes an uncomfortable pause, then leans in conspiratorily. "Oim countin' on th' former."

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Wednesday April 13th, 2005 3:35:27 PM
The brothers, in uinson, roll up to their feet and take a defensive crouching stance when the new scent enters the area. Looking around, they spot the halfling just before he begins speaking. Seeing such a tiny intruder, they noticably relax. Although they have met many a fierce yet diminutive opponent, the smell the get from him puts them at ease.

Renik 
Wednesday April 13th, 2005 4:20:42 PM
Shaking off his misgivings the dapper rogue extends a hand to the newcomers. "You'd be welcome to join us. Pleasure to meet you Jasper, Monthor. The name's Renik Dacour."

He bends down close to Jasper's ear and in a says in an equally conspiratorial manner "Much as I'd love to agree with you, if past experience is anything to go by I'm afraid it's far more likely the latter."

He looks about at his companions. "Are we ready to leave now? Anyone need anything before we leave, or shall Jasper guide us now?"

As they get themselves ready he chats with the two newcomers. "So Monthor, I'm guessing you're a battler, a weapon master. Is that right? And you , Jasper, what are your skills? Are you skilled in the magical arts perhaps?"

(OOC: Welcome to the game folks. I'd be grateful if you could send me your Adventurer's Repose entries as soon as possible. My email is carl_white@zen.co.uk. Thanks!)

Tratain 
Wednesday April 13th, 2005 5:26:59 PM
Tratain says "Greetings Monthor and Jasper, My name is Tratain. Pleased to meet you."

He continues "I'm ready to head out now, we should get started quickly, alot is happening."

Monthor 
Wednesday April 13th, 2005 6:08:15 PM
Monthor's eyes grow wide at Renick's comments.
The armored dwarf bends over for a second and lets out the most feasome sounding belly laugh heard in these parts in many years. After a few seconds of this, Monthor whipes a few tears from his eye before moving up to Renick.

" No one has ever called me a 'master' of anything 'friend'. I be a brawler plain and simple. I use my fists when me have the chance to and me axe when I need to. Now, me pappy.. THERE is a weapon master."

Monthor turns and takes a few steps away from Renick.

" Bah! Enough chatting. Me 'little buddy' and I have been with the 'tree lovers' for to long without heads to crack. Let's get moving."

{ooc - Hello all. Looking forward to the game and playing with you all. }



Feng 
Wednesday April 13th, 2005 8:53:49 PM
One of the figures before then is a massive half orc both handsome and noble. His breastplate armor is immaculately polished as is the double axe on his back. His silence is not meant to be insulting for the sleeper occupies much of his thoughts.

Draax 
Thursday April 14th, 2005 5:34:44 AM
As he looks at the newcoming the half-elf gives greeting to both. "Welcome Monthor and you too Jasper. My friends call me Draax."

Turning back to Harlee, Draax says, "I take it that this is part of the journey to an exotic/dangerous place and noble cause that the letter mentioned, but it also mentioned a voyage. Has the current event turned us away for the original plan or is this just an extension of it."



Walk in the Woods (DM Cayzle) 
Thursday April 14th, 2005 8:07:20 AM
[OOC: LOL! This is the Wednesday post! I'm not ready for it to be Thursday yet!]

Harlee replies to Draax, "You are right -- the original reason I sent for you is not to visit the Lord of Pixies. Events have moved fast, and I am guessing the best course, like most people. But I know that you are of noble heart, so I hope you will trust my intuitions."

"And my intuition now is that all other missions must now take a lower place to the Question of the Sleeper."

Harlee tells Jasper where the Lake of the Pixie Lord can be found. Jasper has not been there before, but he knows this forest in general, and should have no problem leading the way.

[OOC: Thanks, Feng, for the PC description. How about the same from everybody? Including Black Paws!]

Unless there is reason to delay, Harlee suggests making use of the light left in the day.

As you head off into the thick woods, please describe what you do, how you walk, and so on.

Jasper and Monthor, Please Highlight to display spoiler: {You know this forest well. There are many very large herbivores (like 12-foor-tall giant elk) and very large predators (like dire sabre tooth tigers). So you know to be careful. Of course, for many natural beast, Jasper's way with animals often avoids conflict. But against the weirder monsters, especially the malign ones, the only answer is the blade or the foot -- to run away with!}

Sarigar and Black Paws  d20+31=48 d20+17=36 d20+26=41 d20+17=23
Thursday April 14th, 2005 12:22:56 PM
The brothers keep a close eye on the newcomers. It's obvious that Sarigar, the sturdily built human wild man, holds some reservations. As a man who is probably more wolf in mindset, new pack members are not just accepted, they prove themselves.

His brother, the nearly horse-sized, silver coated timberwolf with jet black paws also watches the newcomers warily.

Together, the brothers have a look about them as if they're having a conversation with each other, but they make no sounds nor words. As the party begins to move out, the brothers slip into the underbrush and disappear (Hide 48/36, Move Silently 41/23). The others, by now, are used to them doing this. The newcomers, however, have the distinct feeling that they are being stalked.

The brothers are close, you can feel it, but where?

Monthor 
Thursday April 14th, 2005 1:30:50 PM
Monthor kneels down and taps the handle of his war axe on the ground. Instantly, the flames engulfing the axe head dies out. The dwarf slings the axe over his back, on the side of his havesack and unslings his cross bow. With a giant 'thud' on the chest plate of his 1/2 plate mail, the burley Monthor bellows.

" PACK UP CREW!!! Time to heads out! Me have point. Keep it quiet during the walk. They be some mighty big beasties around these parts that would just love to sink their teeth in us. Not that me would let them of course..."

Monthor walks past the rest of the group to take up his spot at the head of the party. Passing close to Feng, Monthor stops and looks the 1/2 orc up and down as if taking the measure of the large male. Unexpectingly, the mighty warrior leans his head forwards and takes in a deep breath through his ample nose.

" My ye sur smell perty for an orc me son. "

Without waiting for a response, Monthor pulls his head back, snorts with a grin and continues on his way.



Renik  d20+25=38 d20+20=36
Thursday April 14th, 2005 3:39:40 PM
Renik smiles as Monthor gets going. Looks like this felow is going to be entertaining. "A brawler eh? I'll admit to preferring a bit of finesse myself, but whatever gets the job done!"

He notes the lupine brothers' guarded reaction as they vanish into the undergrowth, then turns back to the two newcomers as they head out. "If we see combat take your lead from me. I'll take up the rear. Feng, if you could lead the center group again please."

The slender rogue moves to the rear of the group and begins to adapt once more to the rythms of the forest. His movements become fluid and silent, as he glides through the shadows (Hide 38, Move Silent 36). To those that choose to observe him he is good-looking in an angular sort of way. He gives the impression of being alert and quick-witted. He is pale skinned and clear eyed, and his hair is shoulder length, brown, and well cared for. A fastidiously trimmed goattee adorns his chin. He wears an unusual pair of totally black circular lenses within frames over his eyes, similar to the eyeglasses worn by some wizards, but with a great deal more style.

He wears muted green and tan trousers (wait, did those trousers just change colour? Surely they were dark grey a moment ago?), black calf length boots, a dark grey shirt and a black doublet.

His armour is hidden beneath his outer clothing, a fine mithril chain of astonishing lightness and flexibility. Over this he is wrapped in a long grey cloak, with his face now hidden from view beneath a deep cowl. The eye seems to slide off this cloak, as if it were unwilling to be seen.

Over each shoulder is sheathed one of a matching pair of magical short swords. He draws these as he strides silently through the woodland undergrowth. An ornate silver knife is sheathed on his chest, along with a buckler on his left arm. This is black, expertly made, and studded.

The overall impression is of a man who appreciates fine tailoring and personal grooming.



Jasper 
Thursday April 14th, 2005 4:37:59 PM
[OOC: Thanks for the welcome all, and I'm glad to be a part of such a long and storied campaign. Now lets see what kind of trouble we can get into...]

Jasper looks like he was taken apart and put together all wrong. His lumpy, calloused face has a strange, untextured sheen. His facial expressions are distorted, as if viewed through a funhouse mirror. His gait appears crooked, although he seems to have found some comfortable balance within it. He carries a quarterstaff strapped across his back, and dresses in forest greens and browns. His clothes are disheveled, and he seems to have permanent dirt smudges on his face.

Jasper watches Hamleteers disappear into the foliage and sighs. "You'll do as you would, oi s'pose. But if oi can't sees ya, oi can't helps ya."

He leads the group on dogback, riding a russet hound he calls "Balthazar". Occasionally he dismounts to test the ground ahead, and points out poisonous flora and fauna to avoid, and at one point asks the group to step carefully around a marching line of ants. He whistles all the while, but even that sounds more like a breeze through the canopy than any identifiable song. Twice, sniffing the air, he shushes the group and directs them to make a wide berth around some nameless rustling in the underbrush. He points to a dead branch sticking out of the underbrush well above everyone's head. Spreading his right hand wide open, he touches his thumb to his temple and, pointing with his other hand at his waggling fingers, whispers, "Elk!" He clears a reverent path around them.

In this manner he leads the group through the forest as the day wears on and the dappled sunlight fades.


Tratain 
Thursday April 14th, 2005 5:20:49 PM
Tratain walks near the center of the group as they travel to see the Lord of the Pixies. He stands just under 6 feet tall, with short blonde hair. You can clearly see Armor underneath the plain robes he wears. A shield is strapped to his back but readily accessable when needed. He wears a Hammer shapped necklace around his neck, and a masterfully crafted Adamantite Warhammer hangs from his belt.

Draax 
Thursday April 14th, 2005 11:19:01 PM
Although he learned to trust Sarigar and Black Paws to alert the group of any signs of trouble Draax still stays alert as they travel to their destination.

Draax looks like an average teenage human on the verge of manhood. His slender built, graceful movements, and pointed ears are the only visual evidence of his elven heritage. The half-elven warrior wears a very fine crafted set of chain mail armor with a exquisite bow over his left shoulder and an expensive sword on his right hip. He uses a black cloak to cover the shield he carries across his back.

Forest Travel (DM Cayzle)  d4=4 d100=16 [secret DM rolls]
Friday April 15th, 2005 7:26:03 AM
[Thursday Post]

Under the halfling guide's tutelage, you become acquainted with this forest. It is certainly different from any other you have travelled through. Everything seems grown on a larger scale. Creatures are big, like that elk, trees are tall, and even the bugs are super-sized.

Night falls without incident.

[OOC: We have three days of travel walking at a speed of 20 (I think that's your party speed; correst me if I am wrong). Please offer your plans for that period, including setting up camp, watches, spells prepped, etc. Also, think about what you'll do once you get to the lake.]

Feng 
Friday April 15th, 2005 10:20:37 AM
Feng stays quiet during the trip, leisurely riding his massive warhorse. He doesn't know what to make of their new dwarven companions but he'll figure it out in the days to come. Feng sees this as another test to his patience, understanding, and discipline. Generally dwarves have been the hardest for him to deal with because all they see is his orc half and the standard he has to set as a paladin doesn't often mesh with boisterious dwarven celebrations.

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Friday April 15th, 2005 10:38:55 AM
The brothers keep their quiet vigil of the party from hiding. They parallel the party's movements staying just a bit ahead but behind the halfling.

During camps, they take to their regular napping schedule of sleeping, one always being awake, the other sleeping for a bit. Overall, they should sleep about as long as anyone else in the party. They also stay on the fringe of the camp, just outside the firelight so they may better stay hidden and watchful of the surroundings.

They keep an eye on Jasper and Monthor and speak only when necessary. Their watchfulness is born out of both wariness and curiosity. The last "little person" that travelled with the pack turned purple and was later squished by giants. They wonder if either of these will turn colors.

Upon reaching the lake, unless otherwise warned not to, the brothers will probably dive in and swim around for a bit to cool off and clean off. This area is practically a dream home for them. BIG food to hunt and just as big predators to defend against. Survival of the fittest at its finest.

Prepared Spells: Longstrider x2

Monthor 
Friday April 15th, 2005 12:38:02 PM
Monthor the mighty but abraisive dwarf will keep the lead of the column for the remainder of the trip (his top speed is 20). He'll suggest that camp be made one hour before darkness and that camp be broken one hour before light. With his darkvision, he'll volunteer for one of the late night watches. If needed, he'll use the flames from his axe to start the camp fire or help provide light for the party. Once the party is in camp, he blesses them with numerous stories from his days as a bouncer and battles along side his "pappy". At the lake, Monthor will NOT take a bath. To him, that would be a fate worst then having to do without beer. He will however keep watch if any of the others decide to. Oh, and of course he will try to antagonize Feng any chance he gets. Nothing to bad, just the odd verbal jab here and there. Can't let a 1/2 orc get to comfortable around him now can he?

Arien 
Friday April 15th, 2005 12:49:19 PM
Arien walks in the center of the group along side of Tratain. Arien is dressed in deep greens and browns to help blend in with the surroundings. The elven mage doesn't wear the robes common of his proffesion but instead wears a sturdy outfit with numerous pouches on his belt that carry his spell components. He also carries both a bow and a rapier neither of which are often used.

0 Level: Detect Magic x2, Light, Read Magic x2
1st Level: Burning Hands, Magic Missile x5, Protection from Evil
2nd Level: Rope Trick, Scorching Ray x4, Extended Shield, Extended Mage Armor
3rd Level: Displacement x2, Dispel Magic, Fly, Lightning Bolt x2
4th Level: Dimension Door x2, Evard's Black Tentacles, Ice Storm, Stone Skin
5th Level: Summon Monster V x2, Cone of Cold, Wall of Force
6th Level: Chain Lightning x2, Disintegrate


Tratain 
Friday April 15th, 2005 1:33:23 PM
Tratain takes in the sites of the Forest as they walk towords the Lake. Every mourning after his prayers using his Rod of Lesser Extend he casts Magic Vestment on his Shield, and Delay poison on Renik and Arien. (24 Hour Duration on those spells)

He says "Monthor and Jasper, have either of you had any dealings with this Lord of the Pixies before? I'm just wondering what to expect, hopefully he will be willing to aid us, but who knows what he'll ask in return, if he even will help at all."

Tratain (Spell List) 
Friday April 15th, 2005 1:33:38 PM
0 level: Cure Minor Woundsx2; Detect Magicx3; Read Magic
1st Level: Bless; Shield of Faithx2; Divine Favor;Prot. From evilx2;Remove Fear(Sanctuary)
2nd Level: Endurance; Bull's Strength; Delay Poisonx2**; Silence; Resist Energy(Spiritual Weapon)
3rd Level: Invisibility Purge; Prayer; Dispel Magicx2;Magic Vestment*;(Protection from Energy)
4th Level: Freedom of Movement; Divine Power;Death Ward;Dimensional Anchor(Spell Immunity)
5th Level: True Seeing; Righteous Might;Quickened Divine Favor;Quickened Shield of Faith (Flame Strike)
6th Level: Heal; Heal; Mass Bears Endurence (Blade Barrier)

Renik 
Friday April 15th, 2005 4:31:39 PM
During the days spent travelling Renik remains silent, shadowing the party and checking regularly to ensure they are not being followed. It is only when the party make camp at night that he opens up a little, warming to the garrulous dwarf as he tells he his tales. It is not long before he is swapping tales of battles fought, bottles quaffed and wenches won. It is clear the rogue considers himself something of a raconteur. He notes with wry amusement the gentle ribbing the dwarf gives Feng, but makes no comment.

Renik also chats to Jasper. "My father was a woodsman, he used to talk as you do of the forest. So, what of your history, friend Jasper? You have the look of a fellow who has lived through some interesting times. Do you have any tales of your own past with which to regail us? Have you lived all your life in these parts, or are you as new to the area as we are ourselves?"

Renik will suggest that watches are split over three periods, with two men on watch at any one time. He asks if Feng will take two watches a night, as his ring of sustenance means he requires less sleep than the others. The remaining watches he splits between himself, Monthor, Jasper, Sarigar and Blackpaws and Draax. He wants the spellcasters well rested. (OOC: Am I right in assuming Jaspar is a non-spellcaster?)

As they draw close to the lake Renik grows more cautious. He catches up with Jasper and asks "So what should we expect here? Do you know how we are to find the Lord of Pixies? Are there dangers in or around the lake we should be aware of?"

He will counsel caution to Sarigar unless Jasper gives the all-clear.

Jasper  d20+14=27 d20+22=33 d20+16=29
Friday April 15th, 2005 6:57:54 PM
Jasper will spend the days intent upon his job. He shares information on the general hazards of the forest to whomever is interested, but leaves the tactical decisions to the others. These are, after all, The Hamleteers.

At night he listens to the stories, nodding enthusiastically at those he's already heard from Monthor, and absorbing the ones he's unfamiliar with. He'll help prepare meals, adding fresh local seasoning when available and filling in whatever duties need tending.

Of his past he says, "Oi grew up one'a the Hillfolk of Windbourne Hills, farmin' mold, as me kin hail from a long line'a mold merchants. Most folks'd underestimate your molds, but they's sly 'n insidious plants, they are. Mold covered over me life there, an' made me wot Oi am today." Jasper pulls his crooked, lumpy form into a semblance of straightness, then slumps back into his tale. "Oi'll not be goin' back there." He sighs, and sifts soil through his fingers.

"Oi'm not one'ta dwell inna past. As for th' future, Oi know little of this Pixie Lord. Oi've not traveled to this lake, tho' Oi know *of* it. Goin' by the tales of me youth, if he's fey, an' a lord, he's prolly tempramental. Respect'll be important, if we want 'is help."

Though Jasper is a spellcaster (albiet a minor one, due to his ranger levels only) he will take whatever watch needs filling. On the last day of travel he'll spend less time mounted and more time searching for tracks (Survival 27), and if he finds tracks for anything dangerous or suspicious he'll quietly warn those in view, then blend into the woods himself (Hide 33/Move Silently 29). He'll come out of hiding when they get to the lake though, take off his cap and approach the site respectfully.

{OOC Ranger Spells:
1st: Entangle, Delay Poison
2nd: Cure Light Wounds, Wind Wall
3rd: Cure Moderate Wounds, Water Walk}

Draax 
Saturday April 16th, 2005 1:41:58 AM
Draax listens to the others as they travel. He remains silent for most of the journey trying to get a feel for their new comrades.

While camping he listens to stories and smiles at the familiarity of the feeling he gets from sitting need a fire listening to tales of adventure.

Since Draax also wears a ring that requires less sleep he will join Feng in taking the prolonged watches.


Chasm (DM Cayzle) 
Saturday April 16th, 2005 6:00:18 PM
[Ha! This is the Friday DM post! Yes, I am lost in space and time.]

In traveling, you see megafauna -- huge 12-foot-tall elk, giant beehives, and more. Black Paws finds a pile of feline scat, suggesting creatures double the size of tigers and lions you've heard of.

In late afternoon of the second day, the party reaches a wide rivulet (100 feet across) at the bottom of a canyon (500 feet across, 50 to 150 feet deep).

If Jasper did not know about it, you might have just walked into it, since the forest is dense indeed. He knows a place that would be easier to cross, but that would delay you a day. Cross or go around?

The biggest danger, though, is that predators find this to be a good hunting ground.

Tratain 
Sunday April 17th, 2005 2:17:17 PM
Tratain looks at the canyon and says "Going around isn't that much of a delay but it should be easy for us to get across. Renik should have no problem getting himself across with his boots, anyone else able to cross unassisted?"

When Monthor(taking Liberty with the e-mail coversation to speed things along) speaks up Tratain nods and says "Ok, it looks like Renik and Monthor can fly themselves across, Arien can Dimension Door Half of us across, Fly back and then Take the Other Half of us across. I'd suggest Taking Myself Sarigar and Black Paws across. Then Feng, Jasper and his Companion, and Draax on the second Trip."

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Sunday April 17th, 2005 4:59:28 PM
Sarigar curiously looks down into the chasm, then picks up a stone and tosses it down. He looks at his brother who is also looking over the edge and whimpering. At first you might think fear, but as you listen, it almost sounds like excitement.

"Sorry brother. If you had goat feet, I'd say we climb down and back up."

He looks at the others as they discuss their options. On several of the suggestions, he teasingly measures Black Paws with his arms in suggestion that he might be too big or he puts his arms under his belly and pretends to try lifting him, grunting and groaning, pointing out that he's a heavy beastie.

"Walk around or finger twiddle across. Don't matter to us much. But we ain't climbin' or jumping.

Renik  d20+14=20 d20+14=31
Sunday April 17th, 2005 7:01:20 PM
"Monthor, let's you and I fly across, check evetything is safe, and then the others can join us with the aid of spells."

He activates his boots, twirls both shortswords, and floats gently across the chasm, keeping an eye out for trouble (Spot 20, Listen 31).

Monthor  d20=6 d20=18
Sunday April 17th, 2005 9:11:40 PM
Monthor agrees with Renick's suggestion. He clicks his heels together and little wings sprout from his boot. Clutching his cross bow, the dwarf takes off and crosses the chasm, looking (spot 6 ) and listening ( 18) for trouble. If nothing is visible, he'll land and set up a defensive position, waiting for the others to arrive.

Jasper  d20+14=21
Monday April 18th, 2005 12:05:16 AM
Jasper agrees that we should magick across the chasm. "Oi'm not too keen on spellwalkin'. But if we can clip a day's travel standin' between us an' this Pixie Lord... oi'm all for that!"

When he gets to the other side Jasper will check for tracks (survival 21) to see what's been through the area, and will adjust our course to avoid any obvious threats. Then its back to the original gameplan for him, until we arrive.

Draax 
Monday April 18th, 2005 1:07:43 AM
Draax agrees with the plan of going across instead of taking the time to go around. He stands on guard waiting for his turn to cross.

Feng 
Monday April 18th, 2005 12:38:58 PM
Because of the difficult terrain and the fact that magic is used to move across it Feng dismisses his warhorse back to the higher plane. It's one less creature magic has to transport and Feng can walk for the rest of the day.

"It does seem that even the land itself does not want us to complete our journey." Feng comments.

Arien 
Monday April 18th, 2005 3:16:18 PM
Arien agrees and follows the plan, taking over half the party the first time, then flying back and dimension dooring back once more.

Across the Chasm (DM Cayzle) 
Monday April 18th, 2005 8:32:44 PM
Sarigar and Black Paws ache to explore. They peer over the edge of the chasm. If either of the Brothers can make a spot check vs DC25, then Please Highlight to display spoiler: {You see something poking out of the river, below.}

Two efficient Dimension Doors and some Winged-Booting later, the Hamleteers find themselves on the far side of the chasm. Feng lightens the load by sending his mount away for the rest of the day.

[If I understand correctly, Arien dim doored across with friends, flew back with either a Fly spell or borrowed boots, and then Dim Doored the rest across. Thus, only Renik, Monthor, and Arien actually had the chance to look down into the chasm.]

Arien, Monthor, and Renik, please make Spot checks. If you beat a DC10, then Please Highlight to display spoiler: {You see in the river below a wreck, as of a boat.}

If you three also beat, with the same roll, a 15, then Please Highlight to display spoiler: {You see an aquatic beast, a huge one, or at least, you see tentacles waving out of the wreckage.}

Monthor, if you make the DC10 Spot check, then if you can also make an Int or Knowledge(local) check vs DC12, then Please Highlight to display spoiler: {You recall rumors of an ill-fated expedition to map this river about six months ago.}

Jasper, if Arien, Renik, or Monthor mention anything odd about this river to you, then you too can try to make an Int or Knowledge(local) check vs DC12, and Please Highlight to display spoiler: {You recall rumors of an ill-fated expedition to map this river about six months ago.}

On the other side, it seems peaceful enough to Jasper. It seems like big game stay well away from the edge. That might make it a safe spot to camp ... seeing as other creatures avoid it. Or there might be a really GOOD reason they avoid it! :-)

Draax keeps a sharp eye open but sees no danger. Feng is still suspicious, though.

It is late in the afternoon.

Monthor  d20-2=18 d20=8
Monday April 18th, 2005 9:01:54 PM
Monthor looks down (spot 18, Int 8) as he flies across the chasm. Once everyone is across, Monthor tells them what he saw.

" Me tell ye lads, there was this smashed up boat at the bottom of the chasm. Some big odd water beasty with tentacles is still there playing with the boat. I'd love to have a look at the wresk if we have the time. It shouldn't take much to convince the beasty to leave it's toy alone. "

Sarigar and Black Paws  d20+16=25 d20+16=20 d20+20=30
Monday April 18th, 2005 10:16:05 PM
Due to his size, Black Paws does not approach the edge of the chasm quite as closely as his brother. Sarigar spots something in the water below, but can't quite make it out (Spot 25), but his brother's cantage point prevents him from seeing it (Spot 20).

"Yep, there's somethin' down there. Looks tiny from here. But the dragons I've seen looked small from how far away I've seen em."

Aching to look around, the brothers allow themselves to drift a little from the party, but stay within about 100ft. They taste some of the local flora and some of the smaller insects (Survival 30). The sights, smells, and sounds are intoxicating, almost drawing them in. The longer they stay, the more they feel they are home.

Jasper  d20+1=14
Tuesday April 19th, 2005 12:51:45 AM
Jasper takes off his hat and scratches his head. "Oi recollect somethin' 'bout a mappin' expedition. If I'm remembrin' right, that was six months ago. Oi'm not sure there'd be much to salvage of it, by now."

Jasper squats down in the dirt. "This'd be a good 'nuff spot for th' night. Wot d' you say we make camp 'ere? Any objections?"

Renik  d20+14=22
Tuesday April 19th, 2005 5:49:52 AM
Renik peers into the gloom at the chasm floor. He too sees some sort of tentacled horror, and is caught in two minds. They have a mission to accomplish, but if they were to camp here anyway... His natural curiosity and hunger for adventure are strong, but prudence, for a change, wins out.

"Unless anyone strongly objects I say this will do as a camp. But I'm disinclined to head down to the boat. We have no strong reason to do so that I can think of, and I'm not sure we have enough spells to get us all down there and back. I'm open to pursuasion on this though; if anyone can give me a valid how and why I'd be more than willing to forcefeed that slimy critter its own tentacles.

As for watches tonight, I'd like that Elven Sight spell cast on anyone without enhanced vision, or at least as many of us as possible."



Feng 
Tuesday April 19th, 2005 10:14:57 AM
"As long as that creature playing with the boat isn't deadlier than it seems and can't reach up here then we should be alright. Though be careful because if something goes wrong down there there is no help." Feng advises and begins to set camp.

Arien  d20+9=22
Tuesday April 19th, 2005 4:48:13 PM
Arien spies both the boat and the beast as he flies above the valley. Seeing the size of the creature he is definetly glad they didn't cross normally. When camp is decided Arien finds a spot and starts to unpack his camping gear.

Tratain  d20+10=12
Tuesday April 19th, 2005 8:14:01 PM
Tratain Looks over the edge attempting to spot(12) an easy way down to the wreck. He says Anyone see an easy way down there? If not I suggest we either leave it be or check it out on our way back

Camping (DM Cayzle) 
Tuesday April 19th, 2005 9:09:03 PM
The party passes the night on the far side of the chasm, and only Monthor seems enthusiastic about checking out the wreck. Well, Renik would like to, and Sarigar is as curious as ever, but Renik urges caution. So does Feng.

Jasper does not seem to think it would be worth it. Arien seems happy to steer clear. Tratain, ever wise, suggests taking a look on the way back.

[Carl, I'm pretty sure the Elf Sight spell is personal (you can only cast it on yourself). Cayzle]

The night passes, and with the dawn, you see three huge flocks of birds flying high overhead. There are so many, and they are so big, that parts of the sky are darkened and they cast vast shadows on the forest. If you make a Know(Nature) check vs DC15, then Please Highlight to display spoiler: {You recognize the birds as huge swans. "Dire swans" essentially, but you never heard of swans this big before.}

The lowest flies perhaps 1,000 feet overhead.

Jasper, make a Survival check. If you beat DC12, then Please Highlight to display spoiler: {You realize the birds are flying toward the Lake of the Pixie Lord.}

As you break camp, do you investigate the chasm, the birds, or continue on? Or something else!

Renik 
Wednesday April 20th, 2005 7:56:32 AM
The city-dwelling rogue notes the flocks overhead, but pays them little heed. He continues to focus on their goal, wondering just what manner of creature this Lord will turn out to be, and what information he might hold.

Monthor 
Wednesday April 20th, 2005 10:53:12 AM
Not satisfied with the idea of just leaving,Monthor proposes a plan.

" Look now me sons. Me not liking the idea of leaving a wreck behind without at least having a look at it. Me could at least fly down and take a closer look. If the beasty decides to make trouble, me can send it a snootfull of flaming crossbow bolts. Me boots, a present from me mammy don't ye know, gives me three 5 minute flights a day. That should give me plenty of time to recon down and snatch anything of interest. If one of ye can come with me, me could keep the beasty at bay while ye do a quick search. "

Monthor raises his voice.

" Come on now lads! Ye only live once. Who's with me!?!"



Sarigar and Black Paws  d20+16=30 d20+14=30
Wednesday April 20th, 2005 12:05:19 PM
With their keen and ever-watchful eyes, the brothers pick out the birds flying above. In typical fashion, the thought that comes to Sarigar's mind, comes rambling out his mouth..."MMmm, swans...tastes like duck." Promptly after he finishes his statement, everyone within a few feet of them hears the brother's stomachs grumble.

"Those're really big. Bet they'd fill us up good, huh brother? They look kind mean too, not like back at that lake near where all the cranky people live. Those are pretty swans." Black Paws nods at his brother in agreement and licks his chops like he's just eaten something tasty.

Gear packed and ready, the brothers are half a step out of camp before the others have even decided what's next. Suddenly, they stop as it dawns on them that...they have no idea where they're going.

Tratain 
Wednesday April 20th, 2005 5:16:52 PM
Tratain listens to Monthor's suggestion and thinks for a moment. He says "It would be best if we investigated the wreck on our way back, then I can memorize a spell that will allow us to breath water. That thing down there looked pretty big, I don't like the Idea of sending just one or two people down there alone with no way for the rest of us to get down there. What if it grabs you and Dives under the water, it looks big so its probably pretty strong as well, and dwarves aren't known for thier greatness in swimming...."

"Lets investigate on the way back so we can look into it Properly and be prepared. That way instead of trying to run in there and stuff our pockets and run away, we can go down there, chase off or slay the beast guarding it and take our time."

He concludes "The Lord of the Pixie's is our primary concern right now, we shouldn't get distracted until after we've gathered what information we can."

Draax 
Wednesday April 20th, 2005 9:06:16 PM
Draax is a little curious after listening to Monthor but Tratain's statement is true the Lord of the Pixie is their primary concern at the moment.

"Although I am curious I will have to agree with Tratain on this one. Lets not get too distracted from our reason for being here."

Listening to Sarigar, Draax wonders if the wolf brothers could eat one of the large swans by themselves.


Jasper 
Wednesday April 20th, 2005 11:46:09 PM
Jasper looks at Monthor. "Oi'd be inclined to agree wit' Tratain, Month. If we 'ad a sense on when this Awakening was goin' down, then we could plan ahead. But oi don' know when its happenin'. Oi'd rather get to this Pixie Lord. 'Sides, yer flamin' weapons just gonna boil in th' water, ey?"

He'll start laying down the course to the lake should the group decide to go on.

A Lord of the Pixies


Last Leg (DM Cayzle) 
Thursday April 21st, 2005 7:30:12 AM
[This is the Wednesday DM Post]

Steadfast in your determination to get to the Lord of the Pixies as soon as you can, you dissuade the intrepid Monthor from exploring the wreck, at least for now.

As Jasper sets out in the lead, Sarigar notes that you are following the flight of the swans.

The rest of the trip is uneventful ... if you consider a herd of woolly mammoth, a swarm of dire bats, and a stinky swamp you have to skirt uneventful. One night you have to chase off a few sabre tooth tigers.

You have the feeling that if you were less powerful, or less well guided, you would have been in more trouble. As it is, nothing keeps you from your goal.

You reach the lake that Jasper believes is your destination. It is a dark black lake set in a vale. It is more or less circular, about a quater mile in diameter. Wooded hills surround it. Mists rise from it, even though it is midday. You see huge swans swimming on the lake. A small isle is in the middle.

Please make a listen check vs DC20. If you do, Please Highlight to display spoiler: {Do you hear some kind of ethereal music? Some unearthly strain? Some melody beyond time? Maybe you do. It is so faint, you are not sure.}

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[OOC: Not to be a whiner, but you guys! Come on! Please read the DM posts completely! If it calls for a check to read hidden text, please at least make a roll! Even Knowledge checks can be untrained Int checks. Jasper, one of the hidden texts was for you alone if you made a DC 12 Survival check, but you didn't even roll! LOL!]

Renik  d20+14=24
Thursday April 21st, 2005 8:14:04 AM
Renik has the impression he hears the faintest of music, though he can't be sure (listen 24). He turns to the others and says

"Well I'd guess we need to get the isle at the center of the lake. If I was a Pixie Lord living on a lake that's where I'd be. Suggestions as to how to get there? We could repeat the trick we used for crossing the chasm. The size of those swans gives me pause, though. With Monthor and I flying we'll be in trouble if those swans take exception to us. Still, unless anyone can think of another route me may have to give it a go."



Monthor  d20-2=16
Thursday April 21st, 2005 8:28:56 AM
The dwarve's ears perk up as he notices an unfamiliar sound ( role = 16) but he's not certain what it is.

{ Weird.... }

" Anyway.... Me think we may be over thinking this. If this pixie dude is so 'all powerfull', it probably knows we're here already and will find a way to get US there. Maybe that's what those big birdies are for. To carry us over. Not that me needs them. Me mammy's boots can get me across. Maybe we should search the shore line a bit before going over."

Monthor shrugs

" But what do me know. Me just the muscle. "

Monthor looks at Jasper.

" What do ye think little buddy? "

Sarigar and Black Paws  d20+16=32 d20+16=27 d20+12=16 d20+12=31 d20+16=22
Thursday April 21st, 2005 10:39:25 AM
With their keen hearing and their natural wariness, the brothers pick out the music (Listen 32/27). Not accustomed to hearing music, they're not sure what to make of it at first. They each tilt they head to the side as if a little confused. As they listen longer, they sit and listen, almost enthralled by the music. Apparently it's true that music soothes the savage beast.

When Renik begins speaking about crossing the lake, Sarigar comes up with a thought. He begins concentrating on the swans, especially if they come relatively close to the shore. He begins tossing them scraps of bread and seed from his rations. Talking calmly to them, he attempts to coax them closer (Wild Empathy 16). If they approach peacefully, he will then try to convince them to take the party across (Wild Empathy 31, Handle Animal 22).

"Brother's gonna need a way across too. These ain't big enough to carry him."

Tratain  d20+10=15 d20+10=11
Thursday April 21st, 2005 12:03:33 PM
Tratain oblivious to the music(listen 15) attempts to spot(11) if there is some boat or other means to reach the center of the lake. Tratain waits to see if Sarigar is successful in persuading the giant swans to take the party across. If he suggest walking around the lake to look for a way to the middle. If none can be found he can always get the party across tomorrow with a Water Walk spell.

Jasper  d20+10=26
Thursday April 21st, 2005 12:32:49 PM
Jasper tilts his head (Listen 26) and, taking a scrap of cloth, attempts to clear his ear. "D'you 'ear that? Sounds like..." He shakes his head hard. "Neh. I lost it."

Oi can spell me over there, but oi'd rather have some sign we's welcome."

Jasper goes to the edge of the water, bows, and shouts, "Oi come seeking th' wise counsel of th' Pixie Lord, on a matter that concerns the Wood. If ye bid us enter, please milord, some sign?"

Jasper waits for a signal.

[OOC: Sorry about that. I made a DC 12 Int check, and even used the info I gathered, but I didn't indicate it in the post. I'll be more careful in the future.]

Draax  d20+3=15
Thursday April 21st, 2005 1:03:16 PM
Draax tries to listen for the sound that Jasper asked about but he cannot hear it.

As he watches Sarigar try to befriend the large swans Draax hopes the creatures are friendly. He waits with the others to see if the Lord of the Pixie will answer Jasper's call.

The Pixie Lord (DM Cayzle) 
Friday April 22nd, 2005 12:07:08 AM
Renik, Monthor, Tratain, and Draax discuss ways to get across. They watch Jasper make an appeal to the Pixie Lord, and Sarigar, to the swans.

The two rangers speak their appeals, and there is an answer. The music that some people heard now grows louder, and everyone can hear it. But something is very strange ... where is it coming from? It seems almost crazy, but could it be coming from the sky?

If you look up and make a Search check vs DC15, then Please Highlight to display spoiler: {You see that the two moons and the sun are in the sky -- very close together.}

But you are distracted by the swans, who are coming closer to shore. They swim back and forth, in time with the music.

You see that the swans have riders, small people dressed in green. One, taller than the others, but still half Jasper's size, is in the lead. A circle of butterflies flutter above his head.

He comes within 50 feet of the shore, and he sings. His song is not the same melody as the strange music from above, but it is not discordant, either. Sometimes notes the small man sings fit perfectly with the music, sometimes not.

His song:

In ages past I laughed with you.
We fought the demon Teucri foe.
We dined on rain and honeydew.
You saved when I reeled from woe.

But you are rough, I can recall.
You smiled when you wounded me.
Your anger held me firm in thrall.
In fear, I could not disagree.

Should we arouse you, foe and friend?
Once woken, what would you intend?

Renik  d20+9=13
Friday April 22nd, 2005 8:36:16 AM
Renik glances distractedly up at the sky, looking for the source of the music. Noticing nothing unusual (search 13) he turns his attention once more to events unfolding before them.

"Good call, Jaspar" whispers the rogue as the Pixie Lord draws close. He steps forward and is about to address the diminutive fae when he breaks into song. Renik holds his breath to be sure to hear every word, and turns their meaning over carefully in his mind. They evoke in him a feeling of some other place or time, some mystical Xanadu long-since lost to the mortal races.

But the song also worries Renik. The Sleeper the Pixie Lord sings of does not sound like the unequivocal force for good the elves have been promoting. In fact it all sounds a little ominous. Anger? Fear? These emotions to not seem to match the promise of peace and love the elves have been espousing. At the very least the Sleeper this Pixie Lord sings of sounds like a two-edged sword.

"Greetings, Lord of Pixies" Renik cries, bowing low. Rising once more he calls out "You sing of the Sleeper, he whom the elves would awaken. Your words sound like ones of caution. Are we right to be wary of awakening He who Sleeps? I assume you were present when last the Sleeper walked the Wold. What more can you tell us of him? Does he have a name? Why is he now sleeping? Should we let sleeping Gods lie?"


Tratain  d20=9 d20+3=15
Friday April 22nd, 2005 9:35:32 AM
Tratain listens to the Pixie Lords song, searching(9) the sky for the source of the music but not finding anything.

Tratain says "We would like to hear stories about the Fae King, both good and bad so we can better understand who it is that the elves wish to awaken. Also have you any idea when this awakening will take place? We wish to tell what we find to those who may have influence over the descision while there is still time for discussion. It seems you are the only person with any first hand information about the Fae King, and we do not want such an important descision to be made blindly."

Diplomacy 15

Monthor. 
Friday April 22nd, 2005 10:53:37 AM
The dwarf knows full well that his strenghts are not in having discussions with pixies. Except of course if he needs to intimidate them a bit.
That said, Monthor stands on guard for any treachery and lets the others do the talking.

Sarigar and Black Paws  d20+1=15 d20-3=0 d20+16=33 d20+16=31
Friday April 22nd, 2005 12:18:22 PM
Now able to see the riders, Sarigar abandons his attempt to influence them as the riders can surely guide them regardless. The brothers look up in the sky, Sarigar takes note of the converging celestial bodies (Search 15), but his brother's attention is recaptured by the approaching pixies (Search 0).

"Ummm, didn't the pointy ears talk about moons and stuff coming together? Looks like their doing that now.

As he listens to the pixie's song some of the content sounds interesting, if not confusing. He looks to whichever party member that's nearest to him and asks...

"What's a Too-Kree?"
"Oooo, I like honey, I wonder if honeydew tastes like that too."
"What's a foe? Is being a foe and friend kinda like me being a wolf and man at the same time?"
"Sounds like the little un got hurt by this foe-friend, and the foe-friend liked hurting him. Hmmmm."

With their attention span pretty much completely exhausted, the brothers begin looking around the area. They each spot little unassuming things, like bugs they've never seen or an odd frog and begin watching them. Black Paws sniffs around the area, occasionally rolling a rock out of the way with his nose to find yet something new.

Feng 
Friday April 22nd, 2005 12:32:15 PM
Feng cautiously watches Renik and the Lord of Pixies. There is no proof that he is any safer than the sleeper. He's just the one that knows more than the rest. The lord of pixies rides on the back of a swan which means he's probably alright.

Feng bows his head slightly, "It is good to finally meeet you."

Arien  d20+12=22
Friday April 22nd, 2005 1:37:17 PM
Arien blocks the sun with one hand to protect his eyes as he looks about and notices how close the moons and the sun are. (Search 22)

Stepping forward as the swans approach Arien says, "We wish to know of your time with the Fae King as well, what kind of man was he?"

Draax  d20+5=19
Friday April 22nd, 2005 9:11:18 PM
As he looks up at the moons and the sun (search 19) Draax realizes that that they might be running out of time.

The pixie lord's poem makes Draax very wary about awakening the sleeper. This does not sound like a being that is supposed to bring love to all. He thinks they will have to get a feel for the lord of the pixies before they can place a value on what he says.

Draax listens as the others begin to ask the pixie lord questions and waits to hear what the answers are.


The Pixie Lord Speaks (DM Cayzle) 
Saturday April 23rd, 2005 2:54:38 AM
The small being directs his swan a little closer. He seems very rushed, but answers the first question asked by those who speak to him.

Renik: Are we right to be wary of awakening He who Sleeps?

"Wary? Oh, yes, be wary. That does not mean he is bad, or that he should not waken. But be wary, because the Fae King has his own mind.

Tratain: Also have you any idea when this awakening will take place?

"Indeed, his rebirth is nigh!"

Sarigar: Ummm, didn't the pointy ears talk about moons and stuff coming together?

"Indeed, this is the time of prophecy! The elves are deciding as we speak!"

Arien: We wish to know of your time with the Fae King as well, what kind of man was he?

"In a time now long gone, The Fae King was a powerful force of Nature. He did what seemed best to him: many great works that helped the Wold, and many acts of mischief or chaos, the purpose of which escaped me. He was potent, willful, kind-hearted, whimsical, petty, giving, and contradictory."

The music from the sky deepens and gets louder. There is no way to hear what else the pixie may be saying.

The elf-blooded in the group understand: At this moment, all the elves in the Wold are singing! In fact, you feel compelled to join in. Some sing to waken the Sleeper. Others to keep him at rest.

Elf-blooded, make your choice! Do you sing the Sleeper to awaken or to rest?


The Song 
Saturday April 23rd, 2005 7:08:27 AM
The Wold stirs....

A breeze springs up, seemingly from out of nowhere. On the Sargass Plains, the unending grasses begin to move and toss, and the rapkes pace, restless and uneasy. In the Windbourne Hills, horses whinny and break into a run for no reason. In the tunnels beneath Dirt City, sewer rats begin to flee their hiding places, running into well-traveled corridors while the people wonder what it all could mean. And in the Emerald Kingdom, the anticipation is very nearly palpable as the animals awaken and the trees stir in the wind.

Something is coming.

The Wold seems to hold its collective breath as the Sleeper stretches, turns, sighs ... and ...

[OOC: Please post now and I will post on Monday.]

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Saturday April 23rd, 2005 9:51:51 AM
Caught up in all the singing, the brothers sit back, throw their heads up and bay at the converging celestial bodies.

Draax 
Saturday April 23rd, 2005 10:47:59 PM
Draax listens to the Pixie Lord until he can no longer hear the king anymore because of the music and singing. It takes a moment before he realizes that he is one of the singers. Draax is a little surprised that he knows all the words because he is singing a song that he has never heard before. As he listens, Draax suddenly realizes the meaning of the words emerging from his mouth. Not sure if he is doing the right thing Draax continues to sing the song to put the sleeper to rest.

Renik  d20+9=18
Sunday April 24th, 2005 11:24:17 AM
As the wind springs up Renik looks around in alarm. It seems the Pixie Lord's warnings may have come too late... it feels like Something is coming. The hairs on the backs of his arms stand on end, as some ancient animal part of his brain responds to the enormity of the moment; he feels like he is teetering on the brink of a precipice.

Forcing himself back into the now he realises the singing seems to have caught up his elven companions. Not knowing a word of Elven, he is at a loss as to what they are singing about, but he hopes their song is one of sleeping, not waking. Looking up he notices the coming eclipse for the first time (Search 18). The rogue shakes his head, realising events are now entirely out of his hands. All he can do is wait, watch and hope.


Tratain 
Sunday April 24th, 2005 8:13:09 PM
Tratain waits to see how the awakening turns out.

Monthor 
Sunday April 24th, 2005 8:53:19 PM
The dwarven warrior doesn't seem to quite know what the heck is going on with the crazy elves it it seems to be an inappropriate time to be singing. All the same, no one seems to be getting hurt, so Monthor decides to sling his cross bow and draw his axe... just in case.

{Those skinny ones are a weird bunch of nutters}

Monthor shakes his head and waits to see what happens.

Jasper  d20+6=12
Monday April 25th, 2005 10:12:29 AM
Jasper cocks his ear, trying to absorb the music even though he cannot understand it. But the waning of one note is lost in the waxing of the next, and he gives up.

Jasper envies the elves for such a complete inclusion in the ceremony. He wonders how the elves know to sing, seeing no obvious cues in the world around him (Search 12). Are they aware of their own song, or obliviously enraptured?

At best, it seems like a longshot gamble. Like most forces of nature, the Fae King sounds like a mass of potential with no discernable direction. If what the Pixie Lord says is true, the elves can't hope to control him, only to unleash him and hope the outcome is for the best. Either way, the time of trial is coming, and Jasper hopes he's equal to the test.

Arien 
Monday April 25th, 2005 11:19:18 AM
As the song swells about him Arien finds himself caught up in it, joining it. The Pixie Lord's warnings did not seem so bad, many would fit his description of the Fae King. Unable to convince himself otherwise Arien joins to song, trying to awaken the Sleeper.

The Awakening 
Monday April 25th, 2005 12:30:08 PM
Two moons merge and cover the sun. The Wold is dark and all the songs blend into one glorious note. It holds ... the moons part ... and eyes the color of the seaopen, blink and focus. The Sleeper regards the Wold around him. The expanse of New Elenna, the great bulk of Shadow Mountain, the mysteries of the Southern Continent, even the wonder that is Floating City -- all of these are known to the Sleeper in a heartbeat. A frown of concentration crosses his face, then a satisfied smile as he begins to know what must be done.

The Sleeper takes a breath and stretches out his hand ...

Renik 
Monday April 25th, 2005 2:30:12 PM
The rogue gulps.

"Oh boy..."

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Monday April 25th, 2005 3:21:27 PM
The great hand reaching out of the sky itself may be awe inspiring to many, but to the brothers it's nothing short of soul shattering, terrifying sight.

The black tentacles that Arien has conjured in the past scare the brothers mightly. Seeing this sight has them deathly afraid. In a state of panic, the brothers dash into the treeline. The others suspect at first that they are simple ducking in to hide, but their footsteps do not fade from stealth, but from distance.

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[Cayzle: LOL! Sorry, Philip! I was being metaphorical! None of the Hamleteers actually SEE a giant hand reaching out of the sky! At the most, they sense somehow that a great force has awoken, and is now active. The elves certainly sense that the Sleeper is now awake and active. No one sees a physical manifestation! LOL! Apologies for the confusion! Feel free to repost.]

Jasper 
Monday April 25th, 2005 3:29:15 PM
Jasper darts furtive looks to his flanks. "Wot? Wot? Wot'd I miss?" He leans low in the saddle and pats Balthazar on the neck. "Wot do ya think, boy? Weal or woe?"

Jasper sighs. "Should be an interesting hike back."



Tratain 
Monday April 25th, 2005 5:16:37 PM
Tratain says It seems the elves have chosen to awaken him.

He calls to the Pixie Lord How or why did the Fae king sleep in the first place? I admit that there is much Evil that he may be able to help us combat, but from your description of him it seems as though its only a matter of time before he turns upon the innocent for reasons known only to him. Is there a way to force him back to sleep or at least make him parlay with us if required? As powerful as you and others say he is and given his personality as you describe it he may not even listen or care what others have to say, is there a way to force him to listen or check his power should it become necessary?

Monthor 
Monday April 25th, 2005 9:16:16 PM
Monthor chucles under his breath at the show presenting itself in front of him.

{ Crazy nutters. Oh, well. They're entertaining at least. }

Draax 
Monday April 25th, 2005 10:03:00 PM
Draax realizes that his efforts to keep the sleeper at rest were wasted. He wonders if he was the only elf-blood that tried to do so and will he have to suffer consequences for his actions.

Feng 
Monday April 25th, 2005 11:15:31 PM
Feng regards this even with a strange curiosity. All his life he has been touched by the gods. He's felt their divine presence in all things he does but this, this eludes him. An entity wakes and for the first time he's not included in this celestial event. He knows that he should not dwell on such a thing. It just feels...weird.

"I would have been shocked for them not too."

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Monday April 25th, 2005 11:55:01 PM
The brothers howling ends shortly after the moons begin to part. They begin to look and sniff around the area to see if anything is different.

After the Eclipse (DM Cayzle) 
Tuesday April 26th, 2005 7:33:52 AM
Arien and Draax sense that many elves -- maybe all the elves who ever existed -- sang for the decision. A large number sang to keep the King sleeping, but a much larger number sang to awaken him. By far, just about every elf in the Culverwood, especially those in the Emerald Kingdom, sang to waken the Sleeper.

As the song fades away, Renik, Monthor, Jasper, and Draax grapple with the implications.

Black Paws and Jasper's Companion, Balthazar, both prick up their ears, and give a little whine. If you can make a Listen check vs. DC 10, then Please Highlight to display spoiler: {You hear ... maybe feel is a better word ... a rumbling blast, as of an explosion that is tens, or hundreds, or thousands of miles away.}

To Sarigar, his friend's nervousness resonates with his nature-tuned soul. There's a smell in the air, a little like springtime.

Feng, too, has an intuition that there is a new wrinkle in the fabric of divinity on which the Wold is embroidered.

The Pixie Lord laughs and dances in glee. "Hee hee! The King has returned! Those elves did it!"

Tratain's questions put a small damper on the Pixie Lord's mirth. "What will the King do? What will happen? I surely don't know, but I expect it will be amazing!But already, I sense that he is active."

He looks thoughtful when Tratain asks about what why the Fae King went to sleep in the first place. "I can only tell you rumors. Some think he fell asleep, exhausted after his labors in teaching the Druidic Arts to mortals. Others say that his wife laid a sleep spell on him after she found him cavorting with nymphs. Maybe the Gods of Yore laid him down -- of course, only Pantheon has a memory to reach back that far."

Tratain has even more questions, which seem to annoy the pixie. "Inquisitive fellow, are you not? As to a check on his power, that may be beyond the reach of mortals. I think his wife would have the greatest hold over him, if the bonds of love still tie the two together."

"Now, off with you all! I have flowers to sprinkle with faerie dust and posts of gold to count!"

If you make a Sense Motive check vs. DC15, then Please Highlight to display spoiler: {You sense that he is annoyed and sarcastic.}

Monthor  d20=9
Tuesday April 26th, 2005 9:23:19 AM
With a loud grumble, Monthor turns and starts to walk away from the Pixie King.

" Works for me. Let's get out of here. Me have enough of the skinny tinker bells anyway. "


Tratain 
Tuesday April 26th, 2005 10:42:20 AM
Tratain says Well, now that we've been dismissed, I suppose we could go check out that wrecked ship on our way back, since the sleeper is already awake haste isn't an Issue anymore.

The day the group gets close enough that they could check out the wreck Tratain will memorize a new set of spells.

Sarigar and Black Paws  d20+16=20 d20+1=13
Tuesday April 26th, 2005 12:29:18 PM
Black Paws ears perk up and his head turns to listen more intently. He walks a bit away from the party in the direction of what he's listening to.

For a moment, Sarigar doesn't notice his brother's actions as he's focused on the moons and the Pixie. Then suddenly, as if a feeling of deja vu passes over him, he perks his own head up and turns to look to his brother. A look of concern flows momentarily over his face quickly replaced by a smile.

He steps over to his brother, scratches him on the scruff of his neck. "What is it brother? What cha hearing?

Black Paws shifts restlessly and lets out a few small barks and whimpers, almost as if he were talking. Then, the brothers both begin sniffing the air and grins come over their faces.

"Big ground shaking, that way, many weeks of running we think. And now, the air smells like the time after the cold time. Many animals will be happy now I think."

Barely even noticing the Pixie Lord, the brothers could care less how he feels at the moment (Sense Motive 13). The world is waking up like a new spring and that has the brothers' full attention.

Jasper  d20+6=16 d20+3=21 d20=9
Tuesday April 26th, 2005 4:24:15 PM
Jasper leans down and presses his ear to Balthazar's head. Balthazar whimpers (Listen 16) and Jasper pats him soothingly. "'e certainly makes a 'elluva bumble when 'e awakens!"

Jasper sniffs the air. "'e's already 'aving an effect." Then, turning to the Pixie Lord, sensing the audience has come to an end (Sense Motive 21), he chances one last question (Diplomacy 9) "Milord, one last question then we're off! Do ye know where the Fey King's wife would be?" He says it a little too loudly, and even Balthazar gives him a sidelong glance, to which Jasper says, chagrined, "Whaaaaat? What'd I say NOW?"

Renik  d20+14=22 d20+3=12
Tuesday April 26th, 2005 4:34:31 PM
Renik feels the ground rumble through the soles of his boots more than he hears anything (Listen 22). He nods to Sarigar. "Aye, something a long way off. But for us to experience it here, it must be something pretty monumental. I wonder what it was."

He looks to his companions. "So the Sleeping King has awoken. Only time will tell if he will prove peacemaker or otherwise. Let us pray the elves have chosen wisely." He doesn't look too convinced, but tries to put a brave face on the situation.

"My Lord, my thanks for meeting with us, and for your helpful words. Pay no heed to the grumblings of a dour dwarf, he means no ill." Renik is not too sure how to read the Pixie Lord (Sense Motive 12), but he knows it is never wise to antagonize the faerie folk.

As the party prepare to take their leave he turns the Pixie Lord's parting words over in his mind.



Draax  d20=13
Tuesday April 26th, 2005 4:39:13 PM
Draax listens and hopes that the Pixie lord will answer Jasper's question. As long as there is a being that can oppose the sleeper if he gets out of hand makes Draax feel a lot better about the elves awakening him.

"His wife! His wife! He said his wife!" (DM Cayzle) 
Wednesday April 27th, 2005 3:39:09 PM
Monthor and Tratain turn to leave. Sarigar, true to his nature, is more involved in sights, sounds, and smells than in words. But Jasper and Renik have the presence of mind to speak one last time with the Pixie Lord, as Draax observes, wondering.

Jasper's question -- "Do ye know where the Fey King's wife would be?" -- creates a tumult in the pixie folk. Mounted on their Dire Swans, they chant, in a sing-song voice, "His wife! His wife! He said his wife! His wife! His wife! He said his wife!"

As the Pixie Lord remounts his Swan, he calls out, "Everyone knows that Queen Maab rules the Valleys of Twilight."

The pixie nods his head at Renik's thanks, and the fey folk dive under the water.

Feng 
Wednesday April 27th, 2005 4:51:46 PM
"It looks like we know where we are going next. I hope his wife can be reasoned with though I suspect that she will be of a like mind. I...I think that the rest of the gods may disaprove of the sleepers actions. While I think its unlikely I believe there is a chacne that things could get really bad."

Tratain  d20+7=19 d20=13
Wednesday April 27th, 2005 6:01:57 PM
Tratain looks at the others and says Queen Maab? Can't say that ive heard of her, anyone know anything about her?

Knowledge Religion 19
Unmodified Knowledge Check to see if Tratain knows anything 13

Draax 
Wednesday April 27th, 2005 6:25:05 PM
"Before we jump to conclusions, we have no idea if awakening the Sleeper was a good or bad thing. Before we ask his wife for assistance we should make sure we need it. I for one have no idea who Queen Maab is and what would become of getting her involved. Unless the rest of you know something about the queen of the Valleys of Twilight we should find out what we can about her before we approach her. No matter what we find I believe that we should approach her and get a feel for her thoughts on the matter but I do not think we should ask her for assistance unless we are sure we are going to need it."

Draax realizes that trying to walk between to cultures have never been as hard for him as it is now.


Monthor  d20=5
Wednesday April 27th, 2005 7:22:26 PM
Monthor scratches his beard...

" Hummm... no, me don't know nothing about no pixie queen (GK role, 5). But me with Draax. Me think we need to go back to the skinny tree lovers before we set off anywhere else. Me and me little buddy need to let them know what happened here. And don't forget, we have a busted up boat to check over.

So far this has been a pretty darn boring trip fellows. No gold, no brawl, there better be something on that boat."

:: Monthor's face lights up. Kinda like a light buld going off in his head.. ::

" Well, at least me got a perty, sweet smelling 1/2 orc to pal around with. Yep... that boy makes it worth while getting up in the morning. Ain't that right princess? "

:: Monthor bellows a loud belly laugh and slightly bend over with glee. ::



Renik  d20=10
Wednesday April 27th, 2005 7:38:14 PM
"Queen Maab... For some reason that name is familiar, but I'm not sure why" ponders the rogue. (Knowledge 10) "Where have I heard that before?"

"You're right, Monthor. We need to report back what we have heard to the elves, and we have no time to lose. If, as the Pixie Lord seemed to suggest, the Awakening of the Fae King is an event to be treated with reservation, we should spread the word of this wife of his.

There may yet be a way to speak to them and investigate your aquatic beastie however, Monthor. Arien, are you able to transport yourself back to the elven camp, then back here again? That way we could inform the elves of what we know, discover if they know anything of this Queen Maab, and then, our duty done, return to more 'entertaining' pursuits."

He glances over at Monthor with an amused eyebrow raised at this last part.

Sarigar and Black Paws  d20+1=21 d20+16=36
Wednesday April 27th, 2005 7:39:17 PM
Hearing the name Queen Maab rouses Sarigar's attention as he turns around to face the others. Scratching his head as if trying to remember something he says, "I think the tree lady talked about her once. Hmmm, now what was that she said again?"

He walks around the area with a look of deep concentration on his face his brother following close behind with a similar look. His chaotic mind trying to grasp at information he may have heard long ago (General Knowledge 21 - Nat 20, Knowledge Nature 36 - Nat 20).

ooc: Ummm, WOW, 2 20's in a row.

Jasper 
Thursday April 28th, 2005 1:06:19 AM
Jasper looks taken aback at the tumult his question creates among the fey. But he recovers in time to bow to the Pixie Lord before his departure.

"Oi'm not sure we be needin' to visit Queen Maab jes' yet. A courtesy visit might be wise, if we can bring her a gift wot befits 'er station. But we do 'ave to tell the elves of this meeting. An' there *is* that ship as well..."

Jasper mounts Balthazar and turns him away from the lake. "Shall we be movin' on gentlemen?"

Arien  d20+7=17 d20+22=40 d20+15=33
Thursday April 28th, 2005 6:37:44 PM
Arien ponders a moment, trying to recall if he remembers anything of this Queen Maab or of the Valleys of Twilight. After a few minutes he says, "I agree with Jasper here, I say we head back and speak with the elves, perhaps they will know something of this that we can use.

(Knowledge check: 17, Knowledge(Arcanna): 40, Knowledge(The Planes): 33)

Tratain (Second Post) 
Thursday April 28th, 2005 7:01:06 PM
Tratain will make sure the Book for the Green Man is written in tonight so that he can know what is going on and send word if he needs too.

A new spring (DM Cayzle) 
Thursday April 28th, 2005 11:50:48 PM
After comparing notes, Arien, Sarigar, and Tratain tell the group a little about Queen Maab. Her dwelling place is in the fabled Lands of Rest, where souls go after they die. In one part are sheparded the followers of Alemi's Pantheon. In another part are the followers of Marteaus's. The Valleys of Twilight are between. There Queen Maab rules over the fey, but in stories, she also pops up in other places.

The party heads back toward the ravine. The air smells fresher, greener. You can practically see the grass growing as you walk through meadows. You camp for the night, and you awaken to the smell of hundreds of flowers that have bloomed overnight. Your hair is growing fast, too -- by tomorrow, you'll all have full beards.

At length, you are close to the chasm.

Renik  d20+14=23
Friday April 29th, 2005 10:12:03 AM
"Well, as we are here we may as well investigate" grins the rogue through thick stubble. He whips out twin shortswords, floats up into the air and heads out over the chasm to reconoitre the area (Spot 23).

Jasper  d20+8=14
Friday April 29th, 2005 12:45:50 PM
Jasper guides more carefully, trying to adjust now that the same landmarks have a brand new verdant carpet. He scratches his own new carpet, the tufts that push through his scarred face, as he chortles at the discovery of every plant that was once a rare sight in the forest.

Even so, he keeps his optimism restrained. "Oi don' know wot to think. Nature's always been a balancin' act between thrivin' and spoilin'. Ev'ry time Oi've seen too much o' one, it forbode a spell o' the other comin' soon. Nothin' in nature is bought wit' out payin' a price."

He scratches his thickening beard. "or mebbe its jus' me newfound scruff irritatin' me. Wot do Oi know?"

At the chasm Jasper looks over the edge to see if he can still spot (Spot 14) the wreckage. Then he'll wait for the fliers in the party to report back what they find.



Monthor 
Friday April 29th, 2005 3:59:54 PM
Seeing Renik heading down, Monthor bellows out a loud cry.

" WHOOHOO!!! A FREY!!!! "

The dwarf clicks his heels, floats a few feet off the ground, draws his axe and joyfully follows Renik down.

Sarigar and Black Paws  d20+16=25 d20+16=32
Friday April 29th, 2005 4:08:36 PM
The brothers feel the resurgance of nature as much as they see, hear and smell it. It infuses their beings and they find the world around them brighter and more alive than they ever could have dreamed. Even with the potential predators around, they feel a deep kinship with them and know they are safe.

Their spirits so bolstered, they are all but ready to leap off the edge of the chasm, so full of life that they know they will be unharmed. Despite their vigor, they know better and simply peer over the edge, without the slightest trepidation of the height (Spot 25/32).

As they look down, they suddenly wonder, why is this ship such a big deal to the others? Sure, it could be a good place to hide if needed, but it's too soggy. Some of them talked of treasure, why's that so important? And a beast to kill? How would they like being killed, just because they're there? Maybe that boat is that thing's den.

"Ummm, what're we doing here? I know it's the way back, but sounds like you wanna go down there."

Feng 
Friday April 29th, 2005 4:14:02 PM
"Sarigar I'm wondering the same thing. I hope nothing happens because I can't make it down there." Feng says as he watches some of the group descend into the chasm.

Tratain  d20+10=16
Friday April 29th, 2005 5:09:10 PM
On the mourning that the group is going to encounter the boat Tratain Memorizes some new spells and tells the others his plans.

I have memorized some spells that will help us with the exploration and battle if it comes to that. First I have a spell which will allow us all to breath water, and I also have a spell which will allow us all to tread upon the water as if it were solid. I also have memorized 4 Freedom of Movement spells, those four should explore the wreck, the rest should stand away a bit.

Tratain will look for a way down that everyone can use(Spot 16). If a way down is found he will cast the spells on hte party and consult Renik for the four to recieve the Freedom of Movement spells.
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Water Walk on the Group - 2 hours each - cast on everyone Including Blackpaws and Balthazar.
Water Breathing - 24 Hours Split evenly between the Party Including Blackpaws and Balthazar.
Freedom of Movement - 2 Hours each on the Four to explore the Wreck. (I'd suggest Myself, Renik, Monthor and Feng.)
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0 level: Cure Minor Woundsx2; Detect Magicx3; Read Magic
1st Level: Bless; Shield of Faithx2; Divine Favor;Prot. From evilx2;Remove Fear(Sanctuary)
2nd Level: Endurance; Bull's Strength; Delay Poisonx2; Silence; Resist Energy(Spiritual Weapon)
3rd Level: Water Breathing; Water Walk; Dispel Magicx2;Magic Vestment*;(Protection from Energy)
4th Level: Freedom of Movement x 4(Divine Power)
5th Level: True Seeing; Righteous might;Quickened Divine Favor;Quickened Shield of Faith (Flame Strike)
6th Level: Heal; Heal; Mass Bears Endurence (Blade Barrier)

Tratain Continued 
Friday April 29th, 2005 5:11:24 PM
Tratain continues Sarigar or Jasper, do you think you could speak with the large beast if its still there? We just want to explore the wreck and see what we can find, you two seem in touch with nature and may be able to convince it to let us look in the wreck and avoid a fight.

Hydrae Lake


Chasm Lake (DM Cayzle) 
Saturday April 30th, 2005 1:18:49 PM
You see the most amazing thing as you peer into the Chasm! The chasm has become a lake! The river at the bottom has been dammed -- Green tendrils are growing across the entire chasm from wall to wall, forming a waterproof barrier. At the bottom, a trickle still flows. The green wall of tendrils holds the water back -- it must be 50 feet thick, and consists of vines dozens of feet thick and leaves bigger than elephant ears.

Jasper notices that there are many species of plants in the dam.

Renik notices that the wreck is still visible, embedded in the foot of the dam of greenery.

The dam is at least 75 feet high, so the lake created behind it is at least that deep! Tratain sees that is is an easy 10 or 20 foot climb down to the dam, and then one could climb across the top of the dam's 500-foot length to the other side. Or you could swim.

Draax 
Saturday April 30th, 2005 2:59:08 PM
Draax wonders about what would happen to the wold if the advance growth never stops. He agrees with Feng and Sarigar about the necessity of going down and investigating the wreck, but curiosity has always gotten the bester of adventurers. He also has no real desire to go to the Valleys of Twilight especially when it is need the realm of Marteaus, so he welcomes the sidetrack for a brief treasure hunt.

"If the creature is still down there, this sudden change to its environment will probably make it very agitated."


Sarigar and Black Paws  d20+12=15
Saturday April 30th, 2005 6:16:32 PM
Knowing that he needs some distance between himself and others to use his calming effect on creatures, Sarigar descends down to the dam and slowly starts to walk across. He's not trying to hide his movement, but he's also not intentionally trying to draw the creature's attention as it might agitate it.

Should the creature surface, he will attempt to calm it (Animal Empathy 15). If or when things look relatively safe, he'll signal the others to come down, but urges them to move slowly and carefully without weapons drawn. The creature might recognize weapons and become irritated again.

Jasper  d20+5=7 d20+14=15
Sunday May 1st, 2005 2:48:23 AM
Jasper stares in amazement. "Oi'm not sure wot to make o' this. The dam'll hold while the Wold is bloomin'... but when the whim turns the dam'll break... floodin' ev'ry bloody thing downriver. Its a problem, to be sure, though oi'm not sure o' the solution."

Jasper climbs down to the dam (Climb 7) and if the creature appears he'll try to calm it as well (Handle Animal 15). While on the dam he'll study its structure and composition, admiring the strength and diversity of the plantlife.



Renik  d20+14=22
Sunday May 1st, 2005 2:18:11 PM
Leeting the animal experts take the lead, Renik hangs back, hovering 60 feet away, twirling his shortswords and keeping an eye out for the tentacled horror (Spot 22).

Tratain (Extended Magic Vestment;Water Walk;Water Breathing; Freedom of Movement) 
Sunday May 1st, 2005 8:14:49 PM
Tratain follows Sarigar and Jasper down letting them get a little but not too far ahead of him and waits too see if the beast is there or not and if they can calm it.

(OOC:Renik, Monthor, and Feng get the other Freedom of movement spells)

Monthor 
Sunday May 1st, 2005 9:19:41 PM
Monthor sticks close to Renick but remembers that his mammie's boots can only let him fly for 5 minutes at a time. When the 5 minutes are close to being up, the dwarven warrior will land on the most obviously safe spot on the wreck. If the beast appears and becomes unfriendly, Monthor will attack it/defend the others using his axe.

Across the Chasm (ADM Joe) 
Wednesday May 4th, 2005 9:00:30 AM
Tratain casts his spells on the Group and they set out for the wreckage of the Ship.

After an easy climb down to the Dam, Sarigar, Blackpaws, and Jasper Riding Balthazar take the lead heading across the newly formed Lake.

Tratain, Draax, Feng and Arien Follow a little ways behind as to not interfere with the Rangers work of trying to calm the beast. Renik and Monthor Activate thier boots and Follow along as well flying.

Its a quick trip across the Dam and the Group starts to near the wreckage....but nothing is to be seen.

Its very quiet, perhapse to quiet?

OOC:I've E-mailed Jerry, Jan, and Cayzle for Info. Its been long enough that I thought I'd make a filler Post, hopefully I'll have more information soon or Cayzle will post.

Renik (Flying, Blinking, Freedom of Movement)  d20+14=28 d20+14=21
Wednesday May 4th, 2005 3:52:53 PM
"Proceed with care my friends" says the rogue, activating his Ring of Blinking. "We have no idea what awaits us."

He continues to hang back, waiting for the scouts to do their work, alert to any danger (Spot 28, Listen 21).

As he hovers there his mind drifts back to their meeting with the Pixie Lord. Queen Maab, Queen of the Fae, mistress of a domain in the fabled Lands of Rest. Even if they did need to contact her, how could they manage it? Travel to such realms is surely the purvue of more powerful heroes than they. He hasn't the first idea of how they might break the barriers between the Realms.

Tratain (Extended Magic Vestment; Water Walk; Water Breathing; Freedom of Movement)  d20+10=14
Wednesday May 4th, 2005 6:54:55 PM
Tratain walks with the others on the dam towords the wreckage of the ship keeping an eye out for the monster(Spot 14).

New Fae Lake (DM Cayzle) 
Wednesday May 4th, 2005 8:51:49 PM
[OOC: As I am unable to post regular like, I am activating Joe as ADM (Thanks, Joe, for the filler post). I'll post tonight and then that's it. I may send turns to Joe to post, but after tonite, Joe, you are in the batter's box. Probably for a couple weeks.]

At the top of the dam.

Those looking into the lake see magical lights swimming deep in the lake. They dart to and fro, but their purpose is mysterious.

At the wreck.

Those at the wreck are stunned by the sight of the dam made of plants and vines. The wreck itself is interwoven into the foot of the dam.

All of a sudden, four pastel will-o-the-whisp-like lights emerge fromt he ship! They float over and pulse with musical voices: "Hello! We Hydrae of old have awoken with the King! We are preparing him a present! In the new lake we have grown! WOuld you like to help us with the present?"

Draax 
Wednesday May 4th, 2005 9:41:37 PM
Walking toward the ship with the second group Draax notices the lights come out of the ship and address the first group. Seeing that the lights have not taken any hostile actions, Draax stays alert and waits to see what happens

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Wednesday May 4th, 2005 10:17:25 PM
Having expected some enormous, tentacled horror, the brothers are delightfully surprised by the dancing light creatures. They both lean out toward them, trying to curiously poke one. At one point, Sarigar nearly leans out too far, but catches his balance.

Renik 
Thursday May 5th, 2005 6:05:10 AM
The rogue floats warily down towards the lights. He keeps the shortswords in hand, held loosely by his sides.

"A present for the king?" he asks. "A worthy undertaking I'm sure. What manner of gift could be worthy of such a king? And how do you intend to give it to him?"

Tratain  d20+10=11
Thursday May 5th, 2005 9:16:29 AM
Tratain walks up closer to the Hydrae and listens to what they have to say. He also wonders what they could be makeing in the lake and peers in see if he can see anything. (spot 11)

Feng 
Thursday May 5th, 2005 10:22:34 AM
Up on the cliff Feng looks down wondering what is going on down below.

Arien 
Thursday May 5th, 2005 12:19:00 PM
Arien waits for the lights to answer Renik. While waiting he keeps an eye out on the water, wary of the beast that lived there.

Monthor 
Thursday May 5th, 2005 6:38:04 PM
" DOH!!!!"

The dwarven warrior is visibly upset at the lack of anything to bash. Monthor looks for a safe place to land on the wreck... and does.

A Gift Fit for a King (ADM Joe) 
Thursday May 5th, 2005 9:37:24 PM
Monthor flies over and lands on the wrecked ship. The ship itself seems sturdy but it is now built right into the dam. It's obvious that the ship, even if somehow set free from the dam, will never sail again. A fish breaks the water and leaps towords the wreck, and Monthor sees the strangest thing. Instead of coming right back down, the fish literaly flies over the deck a few feet from him and lands in the lake on the other side of the ship. (Anyone else making a Spot Check DC10 can see the fish and that a pair of what look like butterfly wings sprout from the back of the fish.)

The rest of the group gathers around the Hydrae. Renik asks about the gift and Sarigar and Black Paws poke at the Hydrae who take it as a game and dart around the pair between their legs, circle up around their heads all in a blur over and over again. The game soon spreads to include everyone else and the four Hydrae are soon darting every which way.

As they whirl around they speak, sometimes one will speak alone, other times all at once. They say The Gift, The Gift, The Gift, we are creating for him a wonderful gift!

In an instant they all become very still and fly in close to Renik, like they want to tell him a secret Fairipusses! they yell, and go back to playfully darting around.

Help, Help, we need your help to finish the gift! You'll help us won't you? To finish the gift for the reborn king!?

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Thursday May 5th, 2005 11:15:58 PM
Sarigar tries to catch one of the lights as it whips around him. Black Paws playfully bites at them.

When they ask again for help, Sarigar asks, "What cha want us to do?"

Jasper 
Friday May 6th, 2005 12:44:29 AM
Jasper stares in wonder at the lights. After trying to keep them all simultaneously in sight (and failing utterly) he focuses on one, following it around.

"Oi'd be glad'ta help honor the king with a gift. 'Ow exactly can we 'elp?"

Jasper tries to stay a little out of their range, unsure of what to make of all this. If its a trick, its a well-informed, elaborate one the likes of which he has no relevant prior experience to tell him how to proceed. If it truly is a bunch of critters preparing a gift for the Fey King, well thats out of his realm of experience too and he has no idea how to proceed. Either way he defaults to caution.

Tratain  d20+10=13
Friday May 6th, 2005 10:02:12 AM
Tratain watches the Hydrae whirl around getting a bit Dizzy at thier antics. Out of the corner of his eye he see's the fish with wings, and looks too see if any of his other friends saw it as well.

He says to the others A Fairipuss? Can't say that i've ever heard of one of those before.

Draax  d20+6=18
Friday May 6th, 2005 3:57:56 PM
Draax does not know what to think about the floating lights. Is it a race that was here before the awakening or did they awaken with the sleeper? This is a strange land but fish with butterfly wings has just made it plain weird. He wonders what other strange things will be waiting for them as they travel the wold.

Being away for the ship Draax is sure that he did not hear the being of light correctly because he has no idea what Fairipusses are. "What did they yell to Renik?"
He looks around to the others to see if anyone can clarify it for him.


Renik  d20+14=17
Friday May 6th, 2005 5:12:21 PM
The rogue is rather taken aback by the strange behaviour of these dancing lights and the sudden growth of butterfly wings on the back of a leaping fish (Spot 17). The manifestation of this Fae King seems benign enough, to be fair. Odd, but benign.

He only wishes that these Hydrae were a little less obtuse in their responses. He knows full well the trouble one can get into when entering into agreements with the fey folk blindly. If they are going to agree to help with this "present" it would be nice to know exactly what they are getting themselves into.

Still, Jaspar has pretty much already agreed, and where one goes all must follow. In any event, perhaps a small leap of faith is what is required here.

"Aye, I will help also" he says with a small bow. What can you tell us of this gift, and what aid do you seek?"

He is still smiling to himself over the nonsense words these fae creatures can come out with when a connection is finally made. "Um, did you say... Fairy...Puss?" he asks with a sudden sinking feeling, as he remembers the tentacled creature they saw earlier. If the Fey King could have such an effect on a dam, what transformation might he have wrought on something like... a giant octopus?

Feng 
Saturday May 7th, 2005 12:36:44 AM
Feng watches closely trying to not to become lost. He really has no clue about whats going on other than fast talking faires talking to Renik.

Fairipusses you say? (ADM Joe) 
Sunday May 8th, 2005 3:24:28 PM
The Hydrae twirl about excitedly at the parties offer to help Hurray! They'll help us create the Fairipusses! echoes out over the lake.

The four Hydrae whom you have been speaking too suddenly dive into the Fae Lake. Other lights visible under the lake seem to be converging with the original four. Slowly they begin thier ascent back to the surface.

The Hydrae break the surface followed by eight semi-transparent cocoons. The Fae direct the cocoons over near the dam where the party is standing. Inside it is just possible to make out that each cocoon contains a giant tentacle and what looks like part of a giant octopus.

Half a Dozen Hydrae now zip around the party. They say "Elf Essence, Elf Essence is what we need to begin the changeing!"

They continue to fly around chittering to themselves, it seems they are waiting for you to do something.



Monthor 
Sunday May 8th, 2005 9:00:45 PM
"ARGH, ARGH, ARGH!"

Monthor laughs

" Elf 'essence' indeed! This looks a little to 'opened aired' for a bawdy house! But to each it's own. "

Monthor looks at the paladin and sticks his tongue in his cheek momentarily before speaking.

" And what do you think of this princess? Sounds like we non-elves aren't invited to partake in the festivities. Guess we ain't perty enough. "



Renik 
Monday May 9th, 2005 12:11:43 PM
Renik chokes back a snort of laughter at the dwarf's course humour. One day very soon he and Monthor are going to have to spend an evening of wine, ale and women.

But the gravity of their situation sobers him quickly enough. This bodes ill. "When you say 'Elf Essence', what precisely do you mean?" asks the rogue, backing away slowly and warily. "How will the extraction of this, um, essence effect any elves who partake?" He avoids making eye contact with Monthor at this point, for fear of having his serious demeanor compromised by a fit of giggles.

He resists the impulse to raise his swords into a defensive stance.

"And what will these Fairipusses do, once they have recieved this essence?"

To Renik's mind this whole "Let's go investigate the boat" thing is rapidly looking less and less like a good idea. Somewhere in the back of his head a little voice is saying

I will not go looking for trouble, it can find me quite well enough without my help
I will not go looking for trouble, it can find me quite well enough without my help
I will not go looking for trouble, it can find me quite well enough without my help
I will not go looking for trouble, it can find me quite well enough without my help...



Draax 
Monday May 9th, 2005 3:07:25 PM
Draax looks down at these conversing with the lights. He tries to follow the conversation as best as he can from the distance. When he makes at what is required to make these Fairipusses Draax quickly moves his hands to the back of his ears and flicks his hair to cover his ears. He has no idea what elf essence is but whatever it is he is not willing to part with it.

Having no idea what the lights will do when they realize that he will not cooperate, he puts his hand to the hilt of his sword and begins to slowly back up. While backing up Draax looks over the Arien to see what his reaction is to all this.

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Monday May 9th, 2005 3:27:44 PM
When the cocooned tentacles break the surface of the water, the brothers hop back defensively and growl, expecting a fight. When it becomes quite clear that the beast has either been laid low or at the very least subdued, they relax their posture somewhat.

As the dancing lights talk about the need for "elf essence", the brothers just stare at them with confusion. It's obvious that neither of them is elf, so Sarigar thinks to himself "No elf essence, whatever that is, here."

Tratain 
Monday May 9th, 2005 6:44:36 PM
Tratain looks as confused as everyone else at the mention of Elf Essence. He comments I would also like to know what this elf essence is.

He says to Renik Well at least they don't seem to be hostile, but with the fae it seems hard to tell. If they could take what they want they probably would have already.

Arien 
Monday May 9th, 2005 8:19:41 PM
"Elf essence?" Arien asks himself while watching the lights as they cavorted about. If they tried to take any of his essence, there was going to be trouble.

Elf Essence (ADM Joe) 
Monday May 9th, 2005 10:15:04 PM
The Hydrae slow down thier whirling about when Renik and Tratain ask thier questions.

Elf Essence? Is Essence of an Elf They respond sounding confused.

Effect the Elfs? Not at all, only a tiny ammount is needed to start the changeing, a drop for each. Others who have the sight can also contribute, a drop is best, but the sight will suffice. It must be given, can not be taken or it will spoil the changeing

At the last question they begin danceing around again Fairipusses will do what Fairipusses do, as the Hydrae do what the Hydrae do!

The Hydrae fly away a little ways and begin conversing with each other in low tones. They return A Trade we propose! They say, again thier exuberent selves. Help us with the Gift and we will tell you a story! The Story of the rebirth of the King!

Jasper 
Tuesday May 10th, 2005 12:51:58 AM
Jasper puts away his darts and sits crosslegged. "Oi can't help ye, but oi'd be glad to witness yer story." He looks to the other party members (the ones that would actually be making the contribution) to see how they wish to approach it.

To the group he says, "'Ey! Anyone care to 'weal or woe' this situation? Oi know oi'd want a clean bill of 'ealth before they took me essense."


Renik 
Tuesday May 10th, 2005 11:33:07 AM
The rogue strokes his goattee. If these Hydrae are to believed this is a risk-free proposition. Then again, it is a foolhardy fellow who blindly trusts the fae. The fact that this "essence" cannot be taken, only given strikes a reassuring note though. And then there's the dangling carrot proferred, the promise of additional information...

"By 'The Sight' I'm guessing you mean that spell our spellcasters were granted recently? Hmm, what do you think friends? Will you give of yourselves so that we might learn more about the King's birth?"

Feng 
Tuesday May 10th, 2005 12:29:28 PM
The half-orc considers Renik's words. "They say elf-essence. I would assume that only those of elven blood could give it but I advise caution. We don't know what this will do nor the effects it will have on the donators."

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Tuesday May 10th, 2005 3:10:39 PM
Seeing that they have no way in which to contribute to the 'present', the brothers begin walking up and down the dam. Eventually, they settle in, not far from the others. Sarigar dangles his booted feet in the water, climbing down a bit if necessary. His ever-present brother, Black Paws within arms reach and trying to drink and enjoy the cool water of the newly formed resevoir.

Arien 
Tuesday May 10th, 2005 3:30:30 PM
Arien ponders a moment then steps forward. "I will accept your trade. Tell me how to help you and I will do so in exchange for this story."

Tratain 
Tuesday May 10th, 2005 6:48:23 PM
Tratain says I don't have the elf sight spell memorized today, we would have to wait until tomorrow for me to memorize it unless someone else has it ready now?

Draax 
Tuesday May 10th, 2005 7:35:53 PM
Draax is intrigued by the promise of the story but is still not going to volunteer to give something of himself when he has no idea what that means. Draax is a little surprised to see Arien bravely step forward. The half-elf decides to wait to see what is required before he joins the elf.

The Trade for the Story (ADM Joe) 
Tuesday May 10th, 2005 11:04:33 PM
The Hydrae continue to dance around the party. The sight will do, but a drop would be better they say at Renik's comments.

They begin to whirl around faster and chitter to themselves when Feng speaks, something he said has them excited. A Drop, A Drop would be best!

When Arien steps forward and offers to help they become animated again Give a Drop or the sight to each! To begin the changing!

Tratain  d20=19
Wednesday May 11th, 2005 9:54:09 AM
Tratain thinks for a moment. The spell will work but they say a drop is better.

When Feng speaks Tratain notices thier reaction. Then it hits him. (Int Check 19)

He says to the others I think that they want a drop of Elf Blood for each of the cocoons.

Jasper 
Wednesday May 11th, 2005 12:16:53 PM
"Oi've not got what you need, but me blood is dear to me. Oi'm not sure oi'd offer it if I could." Jasper contorts his face in thought. "But then, many have spilled blood of their own or others for their king. Oi guess this could be seen as a test of faith."

Jasper steps back to take in the whole scene. He keeps his hand in his coat, nervously tapping his darts. "Oi'm not sure wots in them cocoons, but oi'm concerned how they may act to non-elves."

Arien 
Wednesday May 11th, 2005 2:40:56 PM
Arien pulls up one sleeve of his clothes and draws his dagger. Arien draws the dagger across the inside of his forearm, pumping his hand to increase the blood flow. Catching the blood in his other hand he walks forward and drips a bit of blood on each cocoon.

Draax 
Wednesday May 11th, 2005 4:49:02 PM
His curiosity getting the better of him, Draax moves closer to observe what will happen when the cocoons receive Arien's blood.

Renik 
Wednesday May 11th, 2005 5:25:07 PM
The Rogue holds his breath as he waits to see what happens next. Have they made a mistake? Will the the tale of the King's Birth be worth the price they pay?

The Changeing (ADM Joe) 
Wednesday May 11th, 2005 11:30:31 PM
Draax moves closer to the party to see what is going on. Arien cuts his Arm and Drips a bit of his blood upon each of the eight cocoons as the party holds thier collective breaths.

As the blood touches each of the cocoons they begin to glow, when all eight are glowing the Hydrae move them out into the lake which has become supernaturally calm. Arien feels fine except for the cut on his arm, but two of the Hydrae dance about him and he glows softly, the cut on his arm heals completly. They chant A Gift! A Gift! then head off to join the others.

Arien Highlight to display spoiler: {Not only is your arm healed you feel completly refreshed as if you have slept for a night. You also gain the ability to Wild Shape as a 5th Level Druid into any type of aquatic animal only.}

The Hydrae all gather at the coccons and whirl about in complex coreographed patterns, they and the cocoons glow more and more brightly, there are two dozen Hydrae participating. This goes on for several hours but the pattern is so mesmerizing that no one really notices the passage of time.

The Hydrae stop thier dance around the cocoons and scoot off to the side when they begin to move on thier own. From each cocoon, which are pretty large as they contained a tentacle from a giant Octopus.....bursts a Fairipuss. Each looks much like an octopus, but with several differences. First off they glow very much like the Hydrae do, the glowing and the fact that they seem semi-translucent gives them an etherial quality. They also have little translucent butterfly wings attached to their backs...and you think that if you measured one from the top of its head with its tentacles all streched out beneath it they might make 5 inches high..almost.

The Fairipusses seem to be able to function in both the air and the water, as two of them dive into the water and begin to zip around. Two more begin to dance around with the Hydrae who are cheering and laughing now. Three of the Hydrae fly over near the party and begin to examine them, but at any sudden movements they dart over to Arien and hide behind him. The last one, seemingly fearless, thinks Black Paws Tail is the greatest thing ever and spends several minutes attempting to catch it.

Several of the Hydrae float over to the Party. The Story! You wish to hear the Story of the Kings Rebirth Now?!

Draax 
Thursday May 12th, 2005 1:49:25 AM
Draax laughs at the sight of the Fairipusses. "OK, now I see what a Fairipuss is. Congratz Arien, you are the proud father of eight Fairipusses. What are their names?"

Draax actually enjoyed the good laugh but settles down to hear the lights tell the story of the king.


Tratain 
Thursday May 12th, 2005 11:43:58 AM
Tratain says I somehow thought that they would be bigger

He then waits for the Hydrae to tell thier story

Jasper 
Thursday May 12th, 2005 5:22:08 PM
Jasper watches the scene evolve. When the cocoons split he looks surprised. "Oi was expectin' somethin' more of a feline variety. Oi jus' bet the droods are havin' fits over the Fey-King's return, cataloguing the new critters." Jasper chuckles.

"Roit then. A story?"

Renik 
Thursday May 12th, 2005 6:41:59 PM
"Yes, the tale would be much apreciated" nods the rogue, smiling at the playful behaviour of these fae-born creatures. "What can you tell us of the awakening of the king? What do you know of his original sleep, or the reasons for it?"

He settles back to hear the story, far more relaxed now.

Monthor 
Thursday May 12th, 2005 7:17:02 PM
"Me wonder how they would tast roasted with a little wine sauce?... Yummmm... wine sauce."

Monthor shrugs, takes a whiff of one of the Fairipusses and then looks at Feng...

" No... no...yes... No worries Feng. Your still the best smelling one here princess. "

Monthor bellows out a big belly laugh.



Arien 
Thursday May 12th, 2005 8:34:18 PM
Arien examines his arm a moment before realizing exactly how he felt. Arien jumps into the lake, wild shaping into a Porpoise in midair. Arien swims about while listening to the story.

The Story (ADM Joe) 
Friday May 13th, 2005 10:33:44 AM
The Party gathers together for the telling of the Story. Arien changes into a Porpoise and swims about while listening, several of the Fairipusses jump in after him and swim with him.

The story of the King! He wishing to be closer to all the creatures of the wold chose to be reborn instead of using his old body!

The Hydrae begin spinning around as they speak, thier story can be felt and seen as well as heard.

...You see 7 Halflings Riding pony's entering a forest. One Female and obviously pregnant. Five look very nondescript you can not make out thier features at all, One however, in contrast looks like a halfling but is 6 feet tall and very handsome, almost fey in his appearance. He Carrys a Ornate Great Axe. The serentity of the story so far is shattered by the Hydrae, they Begin to argue There where 7 betrayers with the New Mother and the Hero! No it was only 5! There were 10 of them! They argue amongst themselves before setteling on the number 6. Haveing listened to thier arguement, you can tell they settled on the Number 6 not because it was the true number, because they couldn't agree on it, but because they happen to like the number 6.

The Hydrae speak again The King Protected the Second Mother, the great Fey-Halfling Hero Axe and the betrayers as they entered the Great Forest.

...As they speak you see The halflings traveling through a giant forest. Where they walk the animals gather around them to form a pathway they travel on. The Trees bow as they pass, those in the way uproot themselves and move aside in favor of the procession. They approach a Great Oak Tree. It glows brightly and etherial music eminates from it. Three figures appear in front of the Halfings intent on stopping them from reaching the Great Oak. They have the Bodies of Humanoids, but their faces are those of and Owl, a Stag, and a Wolf. They Are unable to block the Halflings passage. The unborn Kings power pushes them aside. The Non-descript Halflings all flee for the Oak. The Tall One easily Defeats the Three and sends them scurrying away and turns to Help The Pregnant Halfling into the Great Oak.

The Forest Welcomed the Not Yet Reborn King as they Traveled towords the Great Oak! The Jealous Guardians wanted to stop the Second Mother from reaching the Sacred Oak but could not. The Kings power Blocked them and the Hero Axe Laid them low and sent them running while the betrayers Fled for the Oak. Inside the Sacred Oak the Second Mother gave Birth to the King! And he went fourth to Calm the Jealous Guardians who had returned in greater numbers!.

....You see the Halfling Woman Give Birth. The King is not a Halfling though, you recognize him as a Satyr. There are Flashes, The King as a Baby, The king standing about two feet tall. The king Grow to 4 feet tall and matured. The scene around him changes very little when he grows, it happened rapidly you think. The king Exits the Oak and addresses the Crowd.

The Jealous Guardians were angry with the King, nature respondes to him better, likes him better. They were jealous of what the King could do and demanded he give them his power and leave. The King tried to reason with them, said they were to inexperienced to wield the power properly, that they could destroy civilization if they weren't careful, and that he would be happy to show them how to listen to nature better themselves and teach them how things were when he walked the Wold the first time but they refused. And they Tried to Steal the Kings Power! The Jealous Guardins and the Betrayers attacked him!

.....You see the King addressing a crowd, all the faces are twisted in jealousy and rage. From his body language you see him try and calm them, but he fails. They attack him, The Halflings Try and Stab him and shoot Arrows at him. From the Crowd Magic Is cast at him. The King is Alone, except for the Tall Halfling. He Alone Protects the King, and together they send the Crowd and the Betrayers fleeing. The king Looks Sad.

The King and Axe Sent them running, but didn't hurt them too serously, he knew they were young and would learn.

The Story End. The Hydrae Float off and go about doing thier own things.

Tratain  d20+6=14
Friday May 13th, 2005 12:46:58 PM
Tratain Glances at the others looking concerened.

He says I'm not sure how much of that to believe, but even if they told us just mostly the Truth it sounds bad

(Sense Motive 14)

Renik 
Friday May 13th, 2005 3:26:13 PM
Renik is stunned to see Arien transform before his eyes into a porpoise. "What in the twenty-seven bowels of Boydos is going on here?!" cries the rogue. "Arien, are you alright? Can you change back?"

He stands at the water's edge, concerned that the giving of his essence has forever doomed his friend to a life beneath the waves.

So distracted is he that he is only half listening to the tale at the beginning. But it doesn't take long before he is giving it his full attention. By the end his face is unreadable, but a close observer would notice his knuckles whitening about the hilt of his shortswords.

Once the Hydrae have flown away he turns to Tratain with a scowl. "I think you have the nub of it, Tratain. That sounded like little more than propaganda. I have seen enough of fanatics to recognize blind devotion, and that tale fair reeks of it. I am becoming inceasingly afraid that our worst fears about this rebirth are being confirmed. We need to find civilisation fast, and communicate what we know to those that might have the power to act upon it. The Gold Dragons perhaps? Or failing that we must lean how we ourselves might breach the barriers that seperate this Wold from the realm of the Queen Maab."

"But first we need to figure out how to restore Arien to his former self. I for one am not giving a porpoise a piggyback back to Plateau City."

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Friday May 13th, 2005 3:52:05 PM
Seeing the Fairpusses, the brothers are intrigued and watching them intently. They hear little snipets of the story, but overall, hear little of it in favor of their visual entertainment.

ooc: Don't know what happened. I made a post last night for yesterday and for some reason, it never showed up. /shrug

Feng 
Friday May 13th, 2005 6:22:14 PM
Feng watches the display with much curiosity. Never has he heard of such a thing nor did he expect such a story. He tried to follow the faripusses story but it was rather confusing. He thinks he understands the meaning but it wouldn't suprise him if he was wrong.

Draax 
Saturday May 14th, 2005 12:17:04 AM
Draax listening to the story and like Tratain, he is not sure how much of it can be believed. "I agree, lets get back to the elves and hear what they have to say about the story."

Draax does not realize that Arien has changed until Renik brings it to his attention. As he looks into the water he tries to hold back a smile as he notices how cute Arien looks swimming with his children.


Farewell to the Hydrae (ADM Joe) 
Sunday May 15th, 2005 12:02:06 AM
The Story has raised concerns among the Party. How much was true? How much Made up? Is Arien going to remain a fish forever?

Make a Sense Motive Check DC 15: Highlight to display spoiler: { You get the feeling that the reasons behind some of the Actions described by the Hydrae are suspect, but most of what they descrrbed happened in one way or another }

A good portion of the Day has passed between the creation of the Fairipusses and the Story Told by the Hydrae. If you leave soon you can get a few hours worth of travel in before night falls.

Monthor  d20=11
Sunday May 15th, 2005 9:17:18 PM
Come on now girls. Let's get back on the road and go see the 'tree huggers'. But me swear, if me don't get to bash 'something' soon me'll have to challenge the 'princess' over there to an arm wrestling match."

:: Monthor smiles and smacks his right arm with his left hand ::

" Yes... that would be interesting now wouldn't it... Anywho.. buisness before pleasure. "

:: Monthor sets his axe up in a defencive position, taps his boots, and flies back up to the top. ::



Draax 
Monday May 16th, 2005 1:02:27 AM
"I agree, we need to get going but since we are down here are we going to at least look inside the wreck?"

Draax ask the others in the group more to delay the climb back to the top than any real curiosity.


Renik  d20+9=14 d20+3=5
Monday May 16th, 2005 2:35:51 AM
"It looked pretty much buried in folliage to me" Renik replies to Draax. "But I may be mistaken. If it is easy to access let's examine it. If not, let us be off."

(Search 14 if wreck is easy to access)

As they leave Renik turns the Hydrae story over and over in his mind. He wishes he knew how much of it were true, if any (Sense Motive 5).

Sarigar and Black Paws  d20+31=45 d20+17=33 d20+26=32 d20+17=36
Monday May 16th, 2005 5:03:04 PM
As the others begin to move on, the brothers skitter up to the land and proceed with the others. Once they reach the treeline, they'll resume their usual distance from the party and keep an eye on things from hiding (Hide 45/33, Move Silently 32/36)

Tratain  d20+5=12
Monday May 16th, 2005 6:48:10 PM
Tratain says Well, while we are here we might as well see if anything's salvagable

After searching the wreck Tratain walks along with the others back up the ridge towords the Druid camp.

The Forest (ADM Joe) 
Monday May 16th, 2005 10:52:17 PM
The Group chooses to explore the wreck before leaving. While most of the ship is inaccessable due to being woven into the dam, there are still some parts that can be reached. After searching for a short while Renik is able to find a map of the Area, which the expidition was working on adding to before thier ship was destroyed. Several weapons are scattered about, rusted due to the proximity of the water. Renik is also able to Salvage 30 Regular Longbow Arrows out of the many quivers he comes across.

Done with the ship the Party climbs up the ridge and begins to make thier way back to the Druid Camp. Not Far from the Ridge there is something different. Many paths are now in evidence, heading in the same general direction the party is going. Sarigar and Jasper are able to make out many tracks, those of Wolves, Tigers, and Bears but they are huge, larger than any animals they have seen thus far.

When it starts getting dark a camp is set up. The night passes without the group being attacked, but during the night those awake can hear movement occasionally, beyond the firelight, out in the darkness.

At Daybreak, anyone chooseing to look can see new paths have been forged in the night, many large things passed the party by that night.

As you travel on Off in the Distance, you hear the thundering of many hooves. (Please Roll Spot Checks and read everything applicable)

If you beat DC 15 Highlight to display spoiler: {Off in the Distance you see what you estimate to be about a dozen gleaming white Horses, you can see Horns Prodruding from thier heads.}

If you Beat DC 20 Highlight to display spoiler: {You see a creature flying along with them. It looks like a Dragon, only it is very small, no bigger than a Cat.}

If you Beat DC 25 Highlight to display spoiler: {On the backs of the Horses you see several Dozen tiny figures riding them, spread across them. }

The group travels on. Two hours later a pack of wolves bursts through the foilage no more than 70 feet from the party. Their size is increadable, the smallest is fully half again the size of Black Paws. Several Tilt thier heads and reguard the party as they run by, but they don't stop.

You will reach the Druids Camp shortly.

Feng  d20+1=7
Tuesday May 17th, 2005 10:11:41 AM
Ontop his warhorse Feng draws his double axe when the wolves appear but he doesn't attack. He waits cautiously hoping that the wolves are messengers instead of predators. When they run past he breaths a sigh of relief and puts his double axe away.

Draax  d20+6=21
Tuesday May 17th, 2005 12:11:05 PM
Draax looks at the white horses and remarks to his comrades (spot 21), "Although I have never seen one before, by the description those look like unicorns. I have no idea what those small dragon like creatures are that are with them."

At the site of the pack of the large wolves, Draax makes not sudden moves but is ready to pull and fire an arrow if the wolves attack. He is more that happy to see them go on their way.

Before reaching the druids Draax reminds the group, "Remember to write all this exciting stuff in the book, I am sure the greenman is really enjoying himself."



Tratain  d20+10=20
Tuesday May 17th, 2005 1:09:37 PM
While Traveling along Tratain see's the white horses and points them out as well. He says I believe Draax is right, I have never seen one before either but they seem to fit the description. I also saw the small Dragon, something strange is going on.

When the wolves appear Tratain is on his guard but doesn't provoke them. He comments to the others The Wolves seem to be heading in the same direction as the Unicorns. The druid camp is that way I'm pretty sure.

Sarigar and Black Paws  d20+16=31 d20+16=17
Tuesday May 17th, 2005 3:22:01 PM
As the party travels onward, the brothers take in the scenery of the newly enhanced wild world around them. Despite the size of the tracks they've come across, the brothers feel completely at ease here, at home even.

As the white horses pass in the distance, Sarigar takes note of the cat-size dragons as well as the dimunitive riders (Spot 31). His brother, however, has his nose to the ground sniffing for other creatures in the area and does not even see the horses (Spot 17, nat 1).

"Ooo, you see the tiny people on the horses? Covered em like fleas, but were little people. Ooo, and little dragons too. I like this place."

As the wolves run by, the brothers lose themselves for a moment and begin running with the pack. They run for probably a quarter mile before they realize what they're doing and work their way back to the party. Hoping the others didn't see that, they remain quiet, but both carry very large, contented smiles upon their faces. It's been a long time since they just ran, without a care in the world.

Monthor  d20=10
Tuesday May 17th, 2005 3:26:04 PM
At the sight of wolves, Monthor draws his pappy's axe and ignites the flames. The dwarf stands in a defensive position awaiting a possible attack.

" Herrrrrre puppy, puppy, puppy!!!! "

When the wolves leave, Monthor turns the flame from the axe off, pouts, and kicks the closest pebble.

" DOH! Ah shucks. Still no brawling for me. Ah well, let's go see the tree huggers. "



Renik  d20+14=19
Tuesday May 17th, 2005 4:27:29 PM
"Don't worry, Monthor" Renik replies absently, as he examines the tracks of gigantic predators, "I suspect the way things are going around here we'll see action sooner rather than later."

He squints at the horse-like creatures in the distance, but cannot make out the detail his companions spot. "Most peculiar. It would seem that our elven enclave has taken on some significance. Let us get back there as swiftly as possible."

He has a growing sense of unease about the changes wrought since the coming of the king. This doesn't strike him as the natural path of nature, rather a wild, uncontrolled perversion of it. It sits ill with him.

The Templars at War!


The Druid Camp (ADM Joe) 
Tuesday May 17th, 2005 11:09:33 PM
The Party continues on thier way to the Druid Camp. An hour before reaching where the camp is the group knows they are being watched.
Spot check DC 30 Highlight to display spoiler: {You see several enourmous Dire Panthers Scattered throught the Trees. You can also make out one of the Small Dragons flying high above.}

You travel on and reach the Druid Camp. The change is evident from a good distance off. The camp is Huge now. The Templars have grown in number since you left. The camp is bustling. All manner or Druidic weaponry is being prepared. Spears both Large and Short lay stacked in great piles. There are Dozen upon Dozens of Bows unstrung are ready for packing. There are scores of Quivers of Arrows.

There are animals everywhere. At one spot in the Camp The Unicorns The group saw earlier and Dozens More Roam around. Several Of the templars are loading them with supplies. Some Carry weapons, Others food and Other supplies. When the Druids finish loading one down, it heads off and another trots up and takes its place waiting for gear without any prompting at all from the Druids.

Off to one side of the Camp and Ent is working its Magic upon some fruit bearing Trees and bushes. Fruit and Berrys, nuts all grow increadibly fast from seeds to Ripe. A small Army of Sprites fly about gathering the food and placing it in baskets carried by a Huge Dire Sabertooth Tiger.

On the Other side of Camp Four Gigantic Wooly Mamoths take turns taking on Riders in Howdahs they wear. When all are loaded They head out of camp with 25 or so of the Unicorns bearing supplies. A dozen more Dire Sabertooth Tigers, Fully 10 feet tall at thier shoulders accompany them. A Dozen Direwolfs equally as large range ahead and to the sides, acting as scouts.

Not Far away nearly 50 of the Huge Dire Animals sit in a Semi-Circle. All intently staring at One of the Small Pseudo-Dragons sitting on a branch up in a Tree, who is looking at them all in Turn. A minute later it hops off its branch and begins to fly out of camp in another Direction. The Dire animals all stand up and begin to lope after it.

You estimate there are many hundred more creatures sitting Idle, all co-existing together in the Druid Camp. Small Camps of Sprites, Many more Unicorns, Giants Mamoths looking on at the Druids Fashoning more Howdahs to carry riders. Every Many of Dire Animals, Leapoards, Tigers, Wolves, Panthers, and Bears. And many more Pseudo-Dragons.

There is a rythmic Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump Comming from behind you. A Dire Bear, Fully 20 Feet high at its shoulders walks into Camp. It rears up on its Hind Legs, its size standing straight up is Terrifying. It lets out ear splitting Roar, which is picked up by the other Giant predators...It is almost deafining.

There is no doubt in your minds. The Templars of The Wild and thier Forest allies are preparing for war.

Monthor  d20=1
Wednesday May 18th, 2005 8:01:19 AM
Monthor is grinning from ear to ear.

" Me thinks a battle is brewing me friends. These beasties aren't here just for fun. Maybe I won't have to take out my frustrations on the princess after all."

Monthor laughs and looks at the paladin....

" Just kidding of course. Let's find the 'tree huggers'. They will certainly need me Pappie's axe on their side if war it be. "

Feng 
Wednesday May 18th, 2005 10:16:52 AM
Feng watches the bustling camp with growing unease though he is careful to hold his tongue. If they are preparing to war with his kin then that would be a good thing. Somehow he doubts that this is only for orcs, goblins, and other associated races. Feng looks to his companions to judge their reaction.

Draax 
Wednesday May 18th, 2005 10:42:16 AM
"I agree Monther, these guys are getting ready for a war and by the looks of their preparations, a long war. I just hope we are not required to pick what side we are on again."

Arien  d20+9=22
Wednesday May 18th, 2005 12:48:25 PM
"Yes, let us find the druids and find out what has caused this sudden gathering."

Renik 
Wednesday May 18th, 2005 7:05:22 PM
The rogue looks troubled at this turn of events. The coming of the King seems to be bringing greater and greater upheaval at every turn. How many are to die in this war? How many innocents will fall in the name of Nature? And how can it be that they still know so little of its instigator and his motives?

"Agreed, Arien. Let us find out what is happening here, but hold our own counsel. I have no wish to be drawn into this if we can possibly avoid it."

Tratain 
Wednesday May 18th, 2005 7:11:08 PM
Tratain looks around the camp, unease showing on his face. He Nods at Reniks words Lets Find Harlee or the gnome and Find out whats going on

Sarigar and Black Paws  d20+14=30 d20=17
Wednesday May 18th, 2005 7:55:44 PM
Hearing the others talk of finding out more information, the brothers begin milling about the grove, specifically seeking out various wolves. They ask the wolves that are not obviously being sent off immediately what's going on, where they're going, who they're supposed to fight and so on (Wild Empathy 30, Gather Information 17).

ooc: Sarigar can speak with wolves as a class ability "Kinship of the Wild"

Once they're learned all it would appear they're going to learn, they will get back with the others and let them know.

Preparations (ADM Joe) 
Wednesday May 18th, 2005 10:20:21 PM
The Group watches the preparations being made by the druids with some apprehension. When Harlee is mentioned the group hears in their heads 'Harlee is very busy, he was expecting you though. I will let him know that you are here.' Off to your left a little one of the pseudo-dragons sits perched on a tree limb. It hops off, spreads its wings and flies off.

A few minutes later Harlee and Irvine come by. Harlee is more hyperactive than when you first saw him. Without preamble he says "Isn't it wonderful? All of the forest rallies! We will be prepared when the King calls and we will lead the way into the great forest of the Culverwood and destroy that Green Monster! With the King leading us how can we lose! We would be honored if you would join with us. The destruction of Parnoth will be a wonderful first step." And just as quickly he's off again, not bothering to wait for an answer. A few steps away he's intercepted by several other druids and he begins giving orders again as he walks about the camp. The gnome, Irvine, is left standing there with a bemused look on his face. "Find out anything interesting from the Pixie Lord?" he asks.

Meanwhile Sarigar is off talking with the Wolves who welcome their "Little Brothers." They communicate that the Druids sent out a call for aid in the name of the King and they responded. They seem eager to go hunt their new prey, a dragon named Parnoth, and his pack. They say that the Druids will take them far from their normal lands to another forest, much like this one only smaller. They invite Sarigar and Blackpaws to hunt with them across the great sea.

Tratain 
Thursday May 19th, 2005 12:21:55 PM
So they were gathering to attack Parnoth, all in all a worthy cause, but the story told by the Hydrae has Tratain a little worried.

He waits to see what Renik tell Irvine about what they found out.

Draax 
Thursday May 19th, 2005 1:04:19 PM
"Going after the Parnoth is a worthy cause but are they sure the king will call them to war. I am still in dark on too many things going on at the moment. This blind faith thing is really starting to grind on my nerves." Draax stands near the gnome waiting to hear the gnome's response to what they found out.

Arien 
Thursday May 19th, 2005 1:08:38 PM
"My people are suffering under the grasp of a tyrant and I for one will help to destroy that beast, Fae King or no I would still help against the dragon."

Feng 
Thursday May 19th, 2005 6:03:00 PM
Destroying a green dragon is a worthy cause but the suddeness of the attack suprised him. Did the awakening of their king give them some new strength?

"Killing a greend dragon is a worthy cause. I think we should help." Feng said. One reason he wanted to help was to see how the elves will act now that their king is awakened.

Monthor 
Thursday May 19th, 2005 7:11:54 PM
The dwarf begins to salivate.

" Did someone say 'Dragon'?..... "

Monthor rubs his powerfull hands together.

" YES! Which way did he go? Which way did he go? Me off to get me a pesky dragon! WHOOOO HOOOO"


Renik 
Thursday May 19th, 2005 7:18:07 PM
The rogue feels the difficulty of this situation keenly. He gathers the companions close, and says quietly;

"On the one hand it is clear that Parnoth is a vile ruler, an evil and opressive influence. I have heard the tales of the dragon's brutality towards the elves and his other subjects, and I would be as happy as the next person to see the loathsome creature dead. Arien, I am particularly moved by the depth of your fraternal feeling.

But I cannot shake the fear that we are being led down a very dangerous path, one that may not lead to the peace so glibly promised. Before we turn our sights on enemies without, should we not at least question the one who claims to lead us? Who is this King? What are his motives? Does he lead the woodland folk against Parnoth through altruism, or for some other purpose? Is it always right to go into battle against evil, even when the one who leads you may very well have an agenda entirely at odds with your own?

I think we have learned enough of this Fae King, been given enough warnings and danger signs, to distrust him utterly. We have still to be given a shred of proof that he has the best interests of any of us at heart, and the more we hear the more suspect he seems. All he has brought the Wold thus far would seem to be war, chaos, and soon death. However much we might desire the death of Parnoth, we must have a clear idea of the price that death will come at, and right now we have none. I think our destiny lies on a different path to his, and to these gathering warriors.

My suggestion to you would be this: we get back to Plateau City as quickly as we are able. We find the Gold or Storm Dragons and tell them what we have learned of Queen Maab. And should that prove impossible we seek out this Queen Maab ourselves. We must discover for ourselves if the Fae King is a benign force, or a danger even deadlier than Parnoth.

However I believe this is a decision we must make one way or the other as a group. I vote against going to war against Parnoth, for the reasons I have stated. What say the rest of you?"

Descisions Descisions (ADM Joe) 
Thursday May 19th, 2005 11:23:48 PM
Many of the Group want to join the war against Parnoth, Renik councils going back to Plataue City and Informing the Gold or Storm Dragons about what they have learned.

The options are presented, a choice must be made.

And then there is the gnome Irvine still waiting while you have your private discussion. The Hustle and bustle of the camp doesn't diminish any. More Druids and Allies of the Forest arrive and are put to work immedietly.

Tratain 
Thursday May 19th, 2005 11:29:52 PM
Tratain says to the Others Quietly I agree with what Renik has said, I also agree that something needs to be done about Parnoth. We don't know when the King will send out the true call to arms. I think it would be best if we Head back to the City, find the Gold or Storm Dragons tell them what we know and go from there. This campaign against Parnoth will not be quick or easy. In our investigations we may miss the begining, but as long as we are there for the end its what matter. Thats my vote, Head back to the City First, join the campaign against Parnoth after. We can even come right back, we'll be gone from this place for maybe 4 or 5 days, but The culverwood where parntoh rules is across the bay so the City is on the way.

While the group is talking he calls over to Irvine We'll be with you in a minute.

Monthor 
Friday May 20th, 2005 1:17:38 PM
Monthor's cheeks are getting red with frustation.
The very notion of avoiding a battle is alien to him but he has grown to like Renick and Tratain makes sense.

" Fine. Me job is make sur the lot of ye remain healthy and in one piece. Me not liking turning me back to a frey but me will go along with what the rest of ye want."

Draax 
Friday May 20th, 2005 3:11:29 PM
Draax joins the quiet discussion, "I agree the city first. It looks like we will be fighting Parnoth in one way or another. It just a matter of who are we going to fight along side of. I am sure those in the city are making their own preparations for the conflict. Looking at the firepower the druids are calling forth, I would like to know what we are going to face. The minions of Parnoth will probably be just as touch. Hopefully the council of the city or one of the elite adventuring groups did or is going to do some recon before the war is brought to Parnoth's doorstep."

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Friday May 20th, 2005 11:41:38 PM
The brothers mill about the area, quite agitated. They keep looking over at the wolves, then back at the various party members, then back to the wolves. Occasionally, they take a few excited steps toward the wolves, then solemn steps back to the party.

The run, although short, they had earlier with the wolves has reignited a fervor to run and hunt with a pack. Their loyalties are now stretched and it's obviously confusing to them.

Feng 
Saturday May 21st, 2005 12:56:46 PM
"I still have vivid memories of the last dragon we faced. While they may have awakened him the elves know him from faith and legend. Nobody may know what lies at the Fae King's heart. While I long to rid the world of another evil dragon the bigger picture says we should seek council."

Is That your Final Answer (ADM Joe) 
Saturday May 21st, 2005 5:55:47 PM
The Group discuses what to do Next. It seems the party will head back to Plataue City, but several of the group have not yet voiced thier opinion. All that remains is to inform Irvine and then be off.

Arien 
Sunday May 22nd, 2005 2:11:42 PM
"I am loathe to leave Parnoth alive longer than necessary, but I think we have time while this army gathers. Let us return to the city, seek this counsel and resupply in the Catacombs." Arien memorizes the area so that he can teleport back to this area when they are done in Plateau City.

Renik  d20+3=16
Sunday May 22nd, 2005 5:55:31 PM
Renik nods, glad that Arien is in agreement. "Very well, we shall go. Shall we return the same way we came here? Are the relevent spells memorized? Or are we all able to teleport?"

He speaks to Irvine, explaining that their own path leads them first to Plateau City before they can think of joining in the war against Parnoth (Diplomacy 16).

Monthor 
Sunday May 22nd, 2005 6:49:05 PM
Me swear, the bunch of ye talk more then a bunch of old women. Let's move on already.


Tratain 
Sunday May 22nd, 2005 6:57:28 PM
Tratain tells Irvine We have things we need to do first, but we won't miss the campaign against Parnoth. We will return as soon as we are able to join the battle.

He says to the others Lets Head out now, We should be able to make it most of the way to the bay if we head out soon. Tomorrow I can memorize the wind walk spell and we can head across the Bay then.

Draax 
Sunday May 22nd, 2005 11:06:13 PM
If someone has not done so already Draax will make sure that Irvine hears about everything that happened on their trip. As soon as he is sure that the gnome's questions are answered he will join the others and head out.

News Gets About (DM Cayzle) 
Monday May 23rd, 2005 7:15:35 AM

[OOC: Let me offer mad props to Joe for doing a really great job while I was otherwise occupied. Thanks! By the way, feel free to click for a baby picture.]

At the Templars' Camp: Irvine shakes his head. "I appreciate the enthusiasm (looking at Arien), and perhaps you will be welcome to rejoin us. After tomorrow, look for us in the Culverwood east of the Emerald Kingdom. But I cannot fail to note that instead of answering my question about what the Pixie Lord told you, instead you run off to the City before you can join us. What will you tell others that you will not tell me? And to whom?"

He frowns and waves you on your way.

Arien has no problem with the Teleport, since Plateau City is within the 1,000+ range of the spell. (I'm assuming that if you need two trips, you can manage them. But keep in mind that Black Paws is big, and that Jasper has a mount too. I may demand a look at the math next time.)

At Plateau City: You arrive. Where do you go? Who do you see? Together or splitting up? Hey! Is that a pair of wolves running down the street in plain sight? Why are there signs in shop windows advertising eggs for a gold piece each?

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Monday May 23rd, 2005 4:13:14 PM
Upon arrival in Plateau City, the brothers shake the mild dizziness from their heads, take a deep breath and begin sneezing and coughing out the smells of the city. For a moment, they almost sounds like they truly are sick, but within a few moments they recover, just in time to see the wolves. "OOOooo, BROTHERS!!!" with a huge smile on their lips, the brothers dash off to catch up to their lupine brothers.

If it appears they cannot catch up, Sarigar will pause a moment and cast Longstrider and take off in chase again, barking (literally) for them to wait up. When they finally catch up, he asks them what they're running to or from. The brothers will join them for a while when they finally realize, they took off alone again, IN A CITY!!

Tratain 
Monday May 23rd, 2005 5:55:56 PM
Before the group teleports out Tratain will pull Irvine aside and tell him quietly out of earshot of the other druids and animals. "We didn't mean to be rude, we were actually discussing if we were going back to the City or not. From the Pixie Lord we learned that he was unsure if it was a good idea or not to awaken the sleeper, and he didn't know why he went to sleep in the first place. From what he told us it seemed as though he was afraid of the Fey King. On our way back we ran into some being called Hydrae, they told us of the King's rebirth. We don't know how much of their story to believe, but it seems there was some sort of battle after the King was awakened, between the King and who else we don't know. You may want to keep that to yourself though until we find out more."

When in the City, Tratain will suggest that the group go immediately and try and set up an appointment to see the Mayor or the Gold Dragons, if the Gold Dragons aren't here he will suggest they teleport to the Floating City tomorrow and see if the Storm Dragons are there.

If the group has time between the appointment he will go see a blacksmith to inquire about getting some modifications made to his shield.

Monthor 
Monday May 23rd, 2005 7:18:28 PM
Once at the city.

" Okay girls, me want the three B's. Beers, bimbos and brawls. Who's with me?"

Monthor will try to beg, plead and intimidate his party mates until 'someone' joins him in the raunchiest, dirties, loudest drinking establishment they can find. If there are no takers, Monthor will grumble (loudly) and follow the others.

Draax 
Monday May 23rd, 2005 7:52:34 PM
Draax shrug his shoulders when he realizes that Irvine just ignored him and wanting to hear about their trip from one of the others. He appreciates Train for taking the time to bring the gnome up to date.

In the city Draax looks at the strange differences as he listens to Tain's suggestion, "That sounds like a good starting plan. We also need to find out what is happening here in the city. If eggs have reached a gold piece for one, then something probably happened to the food source or most likely everyone could be supplying for war. With the way things are changes I would not be surprised if the chicken refuse to give up their eggs anymore.

I think Monthor's idea about a drink is a place to get a feel for what is going on around the city."

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[OOC: Sorry! I think I did not reload the page so i did not see your post! I'll fix it in the DM post in the morning. -- Cayzle]

Renik 
Tuesday May 24th, 2005 2:32:20 AM
"Monthor, normally I'd be right there with you. But with this city in the grip of some sort of curious effect (no doubt linked to the return of the King) I'd like to see our business done as quickly as possible. By all means make enquiries, but we cannot afford a night of carousing just yet."

My goodness, how you've changed, he thinks to himself. Time was this would have been the perfect excuse for a night of pleasure.

Renik immediately agrees with Tratain's suggestion. "The Dragons must be our priority. There'll be time for research later, assuming we can learn nothing from them. Let's be off."

News for you, News from you (DM Cayzle) 
Tuesday May 24th, 2005 6:43:18 AM
Back at the Templars, pre-blip: Irvine begs Draax's pardon. "I think a mammoth trumpetted exactly when you were talking. What did you say?" I assume Draax is glad to tell the tale. Between him and Tratain, Irvine gets a pretty good idea of what happened.

Irvine says, "Well, I understand that the pixie lord was hesitant, but events have proved him wrong, I'm sure you'll agree. The Hydrae you met I had only heard about in tales, but all the tales say they are kind and good, if not too clever. It is a happy thing to know they have returned to the Wold! And now we are on this grand crusade against the evil dragon -- we have only glad reasons to rejoice in the King's birth!"

"And the potency of our magic has grown by leaps and bounds! We could never have summoned such an army before! The King smiles on us and we are strengthened!"

You have no time to agree, disagree, or equivocate, as the power of Arien's spell pulls you to Plateau City.

Plateau City: Sarigar and Black Paws are met by wolves (normal size ones) within sight of the party. The wolves are happy to tell their story: they were called by the tree man, and they go to his aid! Sarigar, you understand this to be the ent seer you met before.

The party heads off to the Gold Dragons' castle, led by Tratain. Monthor is sorely tempted to stop off for a drink first, and Draax agrees. Renik suggests that there will be time later. The compromise [chosen by your humble DM to speed the game among] it to stop at a street vendor along the way who is selling meaty pies and beer.

The street vendor says that, yes, in fact, all the hens in the area have stopped laying, and eggs have to be teleported in. He also says that the Gold Dragons are now the Platinum Dragons! No one quite knows why.

The group continues on to the castle, Monthor with a second cheap ceramic mug of beer to drink on the way, if he likes.

At the doors of the Dragon Castle, a servitor asks your names and business.

Advice from the Platinum Dragons


Monthor  d20=15
Tuesday May 24th, 2005 7:16:28 AM
Monthor takes a deep drink from his beer mug, whipes his mouth with his sleeve and announces.

" Monthor be me name! Monthor of the Axe Head Clan me be. Me keep knives from sprouting from the backs of these other ones. And appearently, me job is NOT wenching and brawling."

And with that, Monthor stomps the floor once, drains the remainder of his beer and crushes the mug in his hand (strenght check 15).

ooc> The equivalent of crushing a beer can on his head I'm sur.

Tratain 
Tuesday May 24th, 2005 8:25:34 AM
At the Castle Tratain says to the servitor My Name is Tratain, My friends are Monthor who Introduced himself already, as well as Renik, Draax, Arien, Feng, Jasper, Sarigar and his wolf brother Black Paws. We have recently learned some information about the Fey King and we need to relate it to those in power so that a course of action can be decided.

Feng 
Tuesday May 24th, 2005 9:37:47 AM
So it has begun, Feng thinks to himself as he rides upon his summoned mount through the city. First the chickens refuse to lay eggs and next cows will refuse to give milk. Even if this Fae King does not attack the human cities it condems them nonetheless. Hopefully the Platinum Dragons will have some insight for them.

Renik 
Tuesday May 24th, 2005 2:41:40 PM
"The hens have stopped laying? That is odd. One would have thought with nature run amok they would do nothing but lay. Whilst the natural habitats of the Wold seem to be thriving this news augers ill for the cities."

Renik bows a fraction when he is introduced to the doorman by Tratain. "We understand how busy the Platinum Dragons must be right now, but we believe this news to be of great significance. We would be grateful if you would announce that the Windhorn Hamleteers, lately attatched to the Plateau City Secret Service, are here with news that must be heard."

Draax 
Tuesday May 24th, 2005 3:20:21 PM
Draax wonders what the significance of the Gold Dragons changing their name. Did they go up in stature, gain more members, or something else? Maybe the group will find out if they get a chance to see them.

At the Dragon Castle, Draax stares at Monthor and the first thing that comes to his mind is 'weird' and then he thinks that maybe going drinking with the dwarf is not such a good idea. Tratain's introduction brings his attention back to the servitor and Draax gives a small nod of his head when his name is mentioned.

Father Nicholas Valentine - Platinum Dragons 
Tuesday May 24th, 2005 3:30:24 PM
(Tall, lean, 30'ish, dark hair, tidy beard, dressed in traditional white robes of an Alemi cleric.)

Walking past the entrance as the Hamleteers arrive, Nick overhears their request, drops whatever he was doing and approaches the door.

"Welcome," he says, giving them a warm smile. "I'm Father Nicholas. Please, do come in."

He'll lead them to the dining room and ask their butler Flabersham to accomodate them with food and drink. Hopefully some of the other Dragons were around, too.

[DM Cayzle OOC] 
Tuesday May 24th, 2005 3:43:06 PM
[Many thanks to DM Jan and the Platinum Dragons for taking the time to come on over to our board for a little pow-wow. Hamleteers, please include a sentence or two in your post to tell what you look like as relevant. If it is okay with Jan, for so long as this mini-crossover lasts (a few days, I'm thinking?), feel free to post more than once a day. Let's be efficient and not take up more of the Dragons' time than we need to! Again, welcome, Dragons, and thanks! Oh, and if any Dragon cannot post to this board, let me know asap at cayzle@yahoo.com]

Sarigar and Black Paws  d4+4=6 d4=4 d4=1 d4=4 d4=4 d4=3 d4=1
Tuesday May 24th, 2005 3:59:57 PM
As they pass by the street vendor, Sarigar gladly takes a pie for himself and two for his brother, he tosses a small assortment of coins (2pp, 0gp, 1sp, 4cp) on the counter and walks off with their meals.

When they reach the castle, Sarigar has his face planted in the pie tin, licking the remnants of the pie from within. Black Paws all but swallowed each pie in a bite and is still licking his chops.

When asked for his name, Sarigar lifts his now filthy face, mouth full to the point where he can barely be understood, "Sarigar" he says, pointing at himself with his thumb. "Brother, Black Paws" he says scratching Black Paws behind the ears. Noticing that he's accidentially spit some of his food on the Father, he picks it off of him carefully, with an innocent smile he says, "Sorry." then licks the food from his fingers.

As he finishes the last of his pie, he stands there a moment looking at the empty pan. He then looks around as if wondering what to do with it. He spies a potted plant and proceeds to bury the pan in the pot. He steps up with the others, shaking his fingers causing drops of dirt and gloppy food bits to fly about, then wipes his face with the full length of his sleeve.

Before the butler arrives with drink, Sarigar starts fidgeting the inside of his mouth with his tongue. Looking around again, he pulls the vase of flowers toward him from the middle of the table. He sniffs inside, the promptly pulls the flowers out and starts guzzling water out of it. He then holds it up for his brother to lap out what he can.

He finally realizes that all eyes seem to be on him. He glances about nervously. After several moments he innocently asks, "What?"

Mordrid 
Tuesday May 24th, 2005 5:56:45 PM
Mordrid is tending to one of the estate's horses. Apparently its hoof is infected. The old ranger examines the wound while calming the equine with a gentle hum; when Flabersham bolts through the stable doors out of breath.

Flabersham, chest heaving, "There you are! Sir, you have guests. They request an audience."

Mordrid, "Who are they," he asks, his cocked sideways.

Flabersham, "The Hamleteer's Sir."

Mordrid begins toweling his hands off. "Tell them I will be right there."

Mordrid attempts to contact Valdor via his ear-piece. "Valdor, we have company in the meeting chamber. Apparently the Hamleteer's have urgent news."

Mordrid makes his way to the main castle thru the kitchen doors; gently kicking a cranky hen off the back door step, "Out of the way my friend. Porches are reserved for hens that lay."

Tratain 
Tuesday May 24th, 2005 7:19:31 PM
Tratain follows Father Nicholas to the meeting room with the others and says Thank you Sir, for seeing us so quickly. Much is happening, we have some information to relate, and if you will indulge us, we will need council on what should be done.

Tratain stands just under 6 feet tall. His hair is Blonde and cut short. Once at the meeting room he unslings his Large Shield and lays it against his Chair. He unclips His Adamantite warhammer and props it against his shield and hangs his haversack over the back of his chair and sits and waits for all those who are comming before looking for some sign that the Hamleteers should begin telling what they have learned.

He enjoys a drink while waiting and can't help but smile at Sarigar and Black Paws antics.

Valdor 
Wednesday May 25th, 2005 12:03:41 AM
After a few minutes, a huge man walks in. Not huge necessarily from his height, nor weight, but he's a couple of inches above six feet and extremely muscled. He's wearing a tight shirt with no sleeves and the stomach area has been cut out to reveal lines of muscle, He is carrying a towel, which he uses to wipe his brow, shoulders, and arms. He's sweating freely and says,"Sorry for being under dressed, but I was exercising and thought it best not to keep such distinguished guests waiting."

He walks over to Renik and bows saying,"It is good to see you again, my friend. The months have done you justice. When all the others have arrived, please tell us your tale. In the meantime, which will not be long I promise, enjoy our hospitality and any food or drink we have to offer.

He picks up a pitcher of water and pours himself a large mug of water, then takes his seat.

Renik 
Wednesday May 25th, 2005 1:10:44 AM
The rogue grins at Valdor's greeting. "In times such as these It is even better to see you my friend."

The slender man takes a seat, shrugging with good-natured resignation at Sarigar's antics. He is good-looking in an angular sort of way, though he clearly thinks he is better looking than he really is. He gives the impression of being alert and quick-witted, his eyes constantly on the move. He is pale skinned and clear eyed, and his hair is shoulder length, brown, and well cared for. He sports a small Gargul-styled goattee which he strokes absently as he waits.

He is dressed for city life; black calf length boots, grey trousers, dark grey shirt, black doublet. All are well made, and (upon close inspection) prove to be from some of Plateau City's finest couturiers. The man clearly takes pride in his clothes.

His armour is hidden beneath his outer clothing, a fine mithril chain of astonishing lightness and flexibility. Over this he wears a long grey cloak, and over each shoulder is sheathed one of a matching pair of magical short swords.

He waits for the other Dragons to arrive before he takes up the tale.

Draax 
Wednesday May 25th, 2005 3:22:02 AM
(Draax is slim 5'9" half-elf with black hair and hazel colored eyes. Although in his mid twenties he has the look of an average human teenager with some elven features who is just on the verge of manhood. He wears a very fine set of chainmail armor.)

Draax is caught off guard when Father Valentine addresses the group. The half-elven warrior had to admit to himself that he did not really think that the group would be granted an audience. He tries to keep the look of surprise off of his face as he follows the cleric of Alemi into the dining room. Realizing that he has not had any real food to eat in awhile Draax says his thanks for the food then helps himself to something to eat and drink.

Draax picks up Sarigar's money and gives it back to him. He looks at the Dragons hoping they understand while he explains it to Sarigar. "No need to pay Sarigar, the food is a gift."


Tericus 
Wednesday May 25th, 2005 6:56:27 AM
a skinny young man with short, curly red hair comes into the castle a few minuets after the Hamletteers enter. he's wearing the robes of Alemi over his chainmail and has a little used mace on his hip. the two oddest things about him is that his shield floats in front of him, and that he's wearing two holy symbols, of of Alemi, and the other not reconizeable.

as he walks it he sees the others talking to Valdor and says "Hello. Who are you?"

Tratain 
Wednesday May 25th, 2005 11:34:23 AM
Tratain stands as each of the Dragons enters the meeting room and introduces himself to each of them if they ask.

When everyone is in the room and settled he begins, hopeing he's not pre-empting anyone or any other discussions.

"A short while ago we were asked for help by a Druidic Order called the Templars of The Wild. We Traveled across the Dragon Bay to the forest on the other side to meet with them. We were there when the Meeting of the Elven people took place at the Giggeling Ghost and they allowed us to veiw to gathering. After the meeting we expressed concernes that until the dream, only a handful of people even knew anything about the Fae King, and after the dream a good majority of them wanted to awaken him, even though they knew nothing about him. The Templars suggested we seek out The Pixie Lord, as he knew the Fae King before he went to sleep and he might answer some of our questions."

"We set out to find him and a few days later we found his lake. From our Meeting we learned several things, some of which is inferred but my friends will add thier observations to my own incase they saw things differently. First, he said the Fae King had his own mind, which I took to mean that he'll do what he wants and probably not ask anyone else how they feel about it, which depending on his views may be bad. Second The Fae King and The Pixie Lord were friends and fought Teucri together, but for some reason it sounded like the Fae King attacked the Pixie Lord over something, he didn't elaborate on that much, but it sounded like the Fae King didn't even feel any remorse over it. One of the others may be able to relate exactly what was said. We also Learned that the Pixie Lord was afraid of the Fae King, its never a good sign when you fear someone you call your friend. We asked him several More questions, and learned that The Pixie Lord had no idea why the Fae King went to sleep in the first place, but the only person who may or may not be able to reign him in at all might be his wife, someone Named Queen Maab."

Tratain will wait for any questions then continue.

"On our way Back to the Druids camp we ran into a group of Fae called Hydrae who were awakened with the King. They were building a lake for the King, we did them a favor and they told us a story about the Fae Kings Rebirth. We don't know how much of it to believe but several things stand out. The King was reborn to a halfling mother in a great forest somewhere, he's not a halfling though, he looks like a Satre. Second after his rebirth he grew quickly, and a battle of some kind took place. The Halflings who Traveled with the Halfling woman who bore him and those the Hydrae called "Jealous Guardins" fought with the King. The Hydrae say that they tried to steal the Kings Powers but I'm not sure if I believe that. We don't know why they fought but it seemed clear a fight did happen."

"To top it all off, when we reached the Templars camp again, they had gathered a Large Army of Nature. The Whole forest it seemed came at thier call. There were sprites, Pseudo-Dragons, Unicorns, Dire animals. Those Animals where big, the small ones were 10 feet tall. We saw a bear that was 20 feet tall at least, it shook the ground when it walked. All manner of forest creatures came."

"They are going to Invade the Emerald Kingdom and Depose Parnoth. One of the Templars said as we were leaving that the army would be moveing to the Culverwood Tomorrow."

The parley continues (DM Cayzle) 
Wednesday May 25th, 2005 12:39:16 PM
The Hamleteers greet the Dragons and begin to share their news. Those who arrive later are quickly brought up to speed. The conversation begins to take a turn for the serious.

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Wednesday May 25th, 2005 3:22:49 PM
When Valdor enters the room, Sarigar notes the obvious difference in size between himself and Valdor. Although about the same height, Sarigar doesn't have anywhere near the build. With a questioning look, he glances at Feng, then Valdor, then back to Feng again. It's pretty obvious he's comparing the sizes of the two.

He steps over to Valdor and holds out his meat pied and dirt covered hand for a handshake. Seeing the look of "ugh" in Valdor's eyes when he looks at the hand, he wipes it vigorously on his pant leg which has the palm almost clean. Black Paws steps up behind his brother, placing his chin on top of Sarigar's head and looks a Valdor. Sarigar looks up under his eyebrows as if talking to Black Paws for a moment, then eyes Valdor a bit more closely. "Yep, I think yer right brother. I think that's the biggun that made a speech in the fire room thing. The other elves on that wood hill didn't seem to like that much."

Looking lost as to what he's supposed to do, he finally wanders off aimlessly. About the time he reaches one of the corners he stops as if he suddenly remembered something. "Oh ya! My BIG brothers across the big water said they're gonna help kill some dragon named Parnoth. Said the forest people asked them to. And the brothers here in the, ummm, city, ya, city, said they're gonna go see the green guy, y'know, the tree in the wild place here."

He stops abruptly, giving a look of extreme concentration, then give a defeated look, shrugs his shoulders then plops down on the floor and begins tracing a finger along the floor's patterns.

Nick Valentine - Platinum Dragons 
Wednesday May 25th, 2005 3:43:53 PM
"Oh, don't worry about it," Nick tells Sarigar with a grin. Having met the redoubtable Clangden, more than once, the cleric can certainly take a few flecks of pie in his stride.

He remains standing during the meeting, as he is wont to do when he needs to think. Listening to Tratain, he paces back and forth, occasionally rubbing his chin.

By Alemi - Fae Kings and Pixie Lords? Armies of dire animals, unicorns and psuedo dragons?
Nick is human, his skills and vocation are concerned with healing, worship of the God Alemi, and the general wellbeing of all. He is a skilled herbalist, and has studied many aspects of the Wold, but he is beginning to feel way out of his league, here.

And this army was going after Parnoth? And what kind of bloodbath would ensue if that took it's logical course?

His eyes flick toward Valdor as Queen Maab is mentioned. Perhaps that was an avenue of investigation.

"Forgive my ignorance," he asks out loud. "But why are they going after Parnoth in particular?"

Mordrid - Platinum Dragons 
Wednesday May 25th, 2005 6:09:55 PM
Mordrid catches the last half of Tratain's story from the back of the hall. The ranger listens and makes himself comfortable as he crosses his arms and leans in the archway; glad that Valdor is receiving them.

The aged human in grey buckskins marvels as Tratain wraps up his tale.

Across the hall to the others echoes the ranger's response, "I envy you all. That was a most wonderous adventure. Ofcourse a new player in the neighborhood, this Fae King, is always cause for alarm. Change begets change. And I'll wager that the strange things that have been happening are related to your tale. Good work Hamleteers. You are the first to bring word to us of anything that has merit. The Highlord Mayor should be made aware of these events. After all, that is who we answer to. Valdor, what say you?"

Draax 
Wednesday May 25th, 2005 6:21:29 PM
Draax greets and introduces himself as each additional Dragon that joins the discussion. He listens as Tratain explains their reason for coming. To answer Nick's question about Parnoth Draax says, "If what the Templars of the Wild says in true, Parnoth Faebane has enslaved every elf in his realm. The battle is to free them and retake the land that once belonged to the elves. Whether the Sleeper has actually called them to arms or they are marching out of blind faith is something we do not know. Nature's power has increased tremendously with the awakening and who knows what powers have been given to the druids."

Feng 
Wednesday May 25th, 2005 6:30:33 PM
Feng, a large and pwerfully built half orc, stands in the back in gleaming armor. Unlike other half orcs he is quite handsome and carries himself with dignity.

"I believe that the chickens not laying eggs are the first sign of the Fae Kings return. Wether or not his intention is to hurt non elven civilizations he's doing it. Next I suspect the cows will no longer give milk. These simple things can cause great devistation."

Monthor 
Wednesday May 25th, 2005 7:07:20 PM
Monthor the Dwarven warrior stands quietly, licking the beer off his knuckles. He wears fine 1/2 plate armor and carries a large, ornemented but obviously much used dwarven war axe. Monthor is a rough looking dwarf and an obvious veteran of numerous battles.Half of his left ear is missing and a scar runs diagonally over his right eye. It is painfully obvious that magical healing was used to fix the eye but the scar remained. Monthor's beard is coal black and braided with a red string.

Being the muscle of the group, Monthor remains silent and lets the others do the talking.


Renik 
Wednesday May 25th, 2005 7:33:21 PM
"Tratain speaks true," says Renik. "The Pixie Lord was interesting in his account of the Fae King; he gave the impression that the king is the embodiment of the Fae; playful, mischievous, chaotic, even crazed. My own feeling was that this is was a creature for whom the concepts of Good and Evil were irrelevant. Consequence and effect are not considerations, merely whim and desire.

"Though a great deal of my spirit empathises with such a free nature I am not so naive that I cannot see the dire consequences inherent in such a course. I see massive upheaval and seismic shifts taking place in the very fabric of the Wold, but these changes are not considered or carefully thought out. They are instinctive, even knee-jerk, and I fear the consequence to innocents will be grave indeed. Whilst the destruction of such a creature as the oppressor Parnoth might well be desirable, I fear that a war is being pursued that will have far broader implications than are envisaged by its perpetrators. And everything we have heard thus far of this Fae King suggests that he is of far too whimsical a nature to consider or even care about those repercussions. Feng also makes a valid point; if the rise of nature is beginning to have a detrimental effect on the cities, what future exists for the noble races and their civilizations in this naturist utopia of the Fae King?

"But perhaps the most telling element of the Pixie Lord's comments related to Queen Maab, ruler of the Valleys of Twilight. This Queen was instrumental in the Fae King's original slumber, though she is apparently his wife. Even if the rise of the King is benevolent (which I confess I doubt), it is imperative that we discover the reasons behind this millennia-spanning sleep. Why was it imposed? Ought it to be imposed again? And if it were the case that such a slumber were required, could Queen Maab repeat her feat?

"I am glad that the information we bring you is of use. I would ask two questions of you in return; what do you know of this Queen Maab, and what can we do to assist in learning everything necessary to ensure that current events do not spiral out of control?"

Arien 
Wednesday May 25th, 2005 9:28:46 PM
The elven mage does not sit during the story telling but instead paces back and forth is an out of the way area during Tratain's telling. A thin braid of hair hangs down on either side of Arien's face, reaching down to his sturdy adventuring clothes. A longer braid in the back reaches down to mid-back, the braid jump and swing as the mage quickly changes direction is his pacing. Though he remains expressionless it is clear that he is agitated over something.

Valdor 
Wednesday May 25th, 2005 11:46:04 PM
Valdor shakes the hand of Sarigar, and he realizes quickly enough that he mis-interpreted the look in Valdor eyes. His eyes shine and there is no look of condescension, but amusement. He bows graciously then listnes to the others speak. As each says there bit, he intently stares at them, listnening to what they are saying and not saying.

When they have finished, he replies to Renik,"I know the Queen Maab very well. It was she who bestowed the title of Dragonstone to me. She is perhaps as powerful as a hundred of me in battle. However, she is wise, kind, and benevolent, which is probably why she helped put the King to sleep to begin with. But, the question I owuld ask her is, 'why put him to sleep if he is dangerous, and not kill him?' Perhaps it was out of love, and she couldn't do it, nor allow it to be done. Perhaps his coming later in the centuries was intended by the Gods, though I doubt that with him not really caring about anything but his own desires. We will speak to her...and quickly.

Mordrid is right as well. We need to tell Sturdevant. He also knows Lady Maab and might have some useful information about this. We need to see him anyway about other issues.

Now, back to Parnoth. I'm not sure that I believe he has changed, or if it was all a game, but, if they fight him, he has brought such retribution upon himself. I will not aid those who seek to depose him, nor do I support him. It is his problem and his doing, so he can deal with that. I hope there are not too many innocents killed, but we have too much else to worry about first.

Tericus, would you relay our story about the prophecy from the man in the desert? You are a much better speaker than I am."

Renik 
Thursday May 26th, 2005 2:26:57 AM
Renik listens attentively to what Valdor has to say, but notes his companion's unease. He moves to Arien's side and asks quietly "Are you finding yourself torn over this issue my friend? Speak if you have concerns, let us know your opinion on this."

Serious conversation (DM Cayzle) 
Thursday May 26th, 2005 6:25:10 AM
As the adventurers and heros meeting here discuss matters of grave import that will affect the lives of many people in the Wold, it becomes clear that momentous events are in play. But you have the sense that time for talk is short.

[OOC: Hamleteers, we must not distract our Dragon guests for too long. Let's try to wrap up the conversation today, or tomorrow at the latest. Feel free to post more often if needed. -- Cayzle]

Tratain 
Thursday May 26th, 2005 9:20:54 AM
Tratain says "We were thinking of going to see Queen Maab to see if we could learn more about the King and why he was put to sleep, but there are two problems with that. First none of us have any idea where to find her, and second even if we did we don't know if she would see us and tell us anything at all. I doubt she has any idea who we even are. Also, while I understand your need to stay neutral in the conflict, most of us believe strongly that ousting Parnoth and freeing the Elves in his kingdom is a just cause, one which we would gladly fight for, and want to fight for. That is our current dilema."

Feng 
Thursday May 26th, 2005 9:58:22 AM
"If you could speak with Queen Maab then you could get the information that the rest of us cannot. If you do not wish to choose sides then perhaps you could learn the truth about the Fae King and speak it to those that will listen. No side has to be taken and that would allow everybody to make their own desicions on the matter."

Renik 
Thursday May 26th, 2005 10:51:08 AM
The rogue nods. "No argument there, Feng. Valdor, it would seem that you and your companions are better placed to undertake that mission, given you previous history with the Queen. Though of course we will undertake the task if you wish it. What say you?"


Tericus 
Thursday May 26th, 2005 11:21:29 AM
"Well, ok." Tericus tells Valdor, though he can tell the cleric is a bit nervous. he hasnt used his speaking skills in a long time.

"We journyed into the shadowlands to defeat the arch-liche Morlas. After a difficult battle, we were finally destroyed his body and the magic jem containing his soul. Once we left his tower, we were confronted by a man with some kind of lizard on a leash. After looking us over he as us this question : "It is written - 'that on the eve of the Darkness, the Lords of the South would come and destroy a monster of their own making! Is this true? Are you the Lords of the South?"'

then, once we answered that question, he told us this - "You dress like men of the south, metal, and hides - " he begins, "and so, you are now in a land far north of your own, where every man is equally wealthy. Where every man may have all the sand he desires."

"Darkness came upon us all, and sliced the day in two. Perhaps the monster had your attention. Darkness brought with it a great storm, and a storm within a storm."
He looks about him.
"The darkness and the storm have passed. But they have left something behind."
The man clears his throat, and his voice takes on a more formal tone.
"It was written that you would come, and that you would offer clemency to the messenger, and take heed of the prophecy. Is this so? It must be so, or the world will end."
"Those who love the Land have called forth Doom. Doom is the one who would rule us. Doom is the one who will turn our land against us. Doom WILL rule absolute, unless the Southern Lords send out their rallying cry to those scattered. Strength must be met with strength, power against power, knowledge against knowledge, in the Vale at life's end."

The man gives a helpless shrug.
"We do not know this doom, or this vale. But this much was clear. This message we had to deliver.
"Hardship faces us all until you succeed. Even now things change. I feel it on the wind."

"Now, after hearing what you have learned, im wondering if this lake that is being built is the Vale this man is talking about. What do you all think?"
then, after that, he told us this -


Sarigar and Black Paws 
Thursday May 26th, 2005 12:19:59 PM
Sarigar seems finally contented with his knowledge of the floor's pattern and gets up. His head perks up and he sniffs the air. He first looks to his halfling compatriot, then shakes his head as if he's not the smell he's caught. He sniffs again, turning his head slowly until he's facing toward Mordrid. The brothers make as close to a direct line to him as the furniture arrangement allows.

Standing uncomfortably close to Mordrid, he sniffs once more then pronounces, "Brother of the Wild!!!" then proceeds to try to embrace Mordrid as if he'd just found a long lost brother. As if mimicing his actions, Black Paws tries to lick Mordrid affectionately. The brothers take up positions to either side of Mordrid as if they were his personal guards.

Hearing Tericus' story, the no familiar look of a growing headache begins to wash over their faces. "Oooowww" Sarigar moans quietly. "Too many words, and lots of weird talk, head hurts." It's painfully obvious that although Sarigar is not a stupid man, he's not used to a lot of talking, especially indirect or foreshadowing talk. Like Monthor, he's a man of action and speaking is not his forte.

"Let's go the Maab's cave. She's good right? She'll talk to us, tell us what we need. Ummm...what do we need again?" He furls his brow in thought, then glances back to his brother. "Oh, ya, stuff about the King guy. Thanks brother."

Nick Valentine - Platinum Dragons 
Thursday May 26th, 2005 4:20:32 PM
"The consequences that Renik here spoke of, that is what I fear the most. That enslavement in the Emerald Kingdom must be stopped, but I suspect we're looking at a bigger picture. If we spend all our resources on tackling Parnoth, it leaves us without energy that may be needed elsewhere.

"As I see it, the prophecy given to us in the desert suggests a battle - strength against strength, power against power. It also told of the Southern Lords sending out a rallying cry. The man delivering the prophecy suggested that 'we' were the Southern Lords."

Nick sighs and looks toward his leader.
"Valdor, I think there's a war coming, and it seems to me that this wild army of creatures will be needed for something much greater than Parnoth."

Illegal Rogue DM Post - DM Jan 
Thursday May 26th, 2005 5:49:09 PM
((OOC - my apologies to Cayzle for diving in. I need to bring everyone up to speed with what's happening elsewhere.
This is by no means a signal to cut short the meeting unless the characters of both games want it that way. Things are starting to move very fast, of course, so decisions will need to be made.))

In the midst of the discussion, where the Lady Maab and the army of creatures marching against Parnoth seem to be the main focus - with the deepest apologies, Flabersham, butler and head of the Gold Dragon castle household interrupts the meeting.

"I'm terribly sorry, but the Endless River has burst it's banks. There is flooding in the streets, and it'll be right outside the door very shortly.

Not only that, I have a messenger from the Woldian League of Adventurers wishing to speak to the Dragons, also. He says it is extremely urgent."

Tericus's communication ring also comes alive. it's a message from no other than the Overlord in the Floating City.

(Platinums - there is more info on your board)

Dahlia 
Thursday May 26th, 2005 5:58:26 PM
Entering somewhere in the middle of the conversation, The black skinned purple eyed halfling speaks up.

"Seeing Maab and talking to her are not things done lightly, and many have not returned from such trips. While I know she is on our side, I do not fully trust her.

As for Parnoth, Valdor I agree with you that he has not changed his ways, only modified them to fit his needs. Perhaps we should see if the talons know anything? Or have heard anything of late.

Tratain 
Thursday May 26th, 2005 6:40:49 PM
Tratain listens to the story told by Tericus. He thinks for a moment and says "So Far from what I've Heard the doom spoken of May be the Fae king, But we know that many sleeping Fae awoke the same time he did, It may be him the prophecy speaks of or something that awoke with him. Also, I think I remembered talking with the Pixie Lord that Queen Maab rules someplace called the Valley of Twilight? Located in the Lands of Rest? Maybe thats the Vale they are speaking of. It would make sense I think."

Gareth 
Thursday May 26th, 2005 10:04:57 PM
The warrior moves fluidly into the chamber with the others and nods to those who are there. He is perhaps a couple inches taller than Valdor and very well muscled like him. Ironically, he seems a bit older as well though everyone probably knows its not the case with all of the fabled half-elf's adventures.

Seeing how he is a both late - and was literally out of his mind during a lot of the adventure that Tericus speaks of - he decides not to offer anything additional. If the opportunity presents himself he greets the visitors and thanks them for coming.

Valdor 
Friday May 27th, 2005 12:23:12 AM
Valdor says,"It seems we have too many things to do at once. I am not indifferent about Parnoth. I wouldn't care if he were slain, and I think what he does to the elves in his kingdom is terrible. What I meant was, I will not fight for him, as I believe he is still evil, but I will not be a part of a conquering force to takehim out. We have been to see Lady Maab, but I don't exactly remember where the entrance is to her lands. I remember fighting a dragon to get there.

Hamleteers, since you have spoken to the Pixie Lord, I believe she will see you. If questioned, tell her that you have spoken to him and to us and that I sent you. I will try to contact her through...my means. Find Joe Hand. He can tell you how to get there, unless you already know the way. But, I believe Tratain is correct about the name.

Arien, I understand your feelings in this. I feel them as well, though maybe not as strongly. However, it is apparent to me that this 'King' is changing things at his whim, and gives no thought to the consequence, which tells me he doesn't care about consequence. If he wants to go crazy, then he will be stopped. If he can be reasoned with, that will suffice for me. Many innocent men, women, and children will die at the rate things are changing. That, Icannot live with. I cannot support any being: elven, human, dwarf, or even God, who doesn't care for the safety of children.

When you have spoken to her, contact us again. Anything else? If not, may Alemi and Domi be with us all. We will need their wisdom, strength, and courage before this business is through."

Tericus 
Friday May 27th, 2005 9:18:07 AM
after telling his story, Tericus's ring begins to glow. after a brief, whispered coversation, Tericus excuses himself, with the parting words "Good luck with the Pixie Lord."

A plan of action? (DM Cayzle) 
Friday May 27th, 2005 9:45:49 AM
Events are moving fast! Flooding in the streets and claims on the Dragons' attention from those mightier than the Hamleteers!

The conversation takes a turn for the practical, as Valdor Dragonstone urges the Hamleteers to seek out Queen Maab. Can they do that and still have time to join the attack on Parnoth, as some wish to do? Or will they have to make a choice?

[OOC: Today is the last day for talking, Hamleteers. Or rather, feel free to talk and post through the weekend, with action resuming Monday morning. Points to ponder: How to get to Maab? Who might know or be able to help? And how are you going to get anywhere if the streets are rivers?]

[And once again, thanks to Jan and the Dragons for stopping by on short notice!]

Feng 
Friday May 27th, 2005 10:22:04 AM
"Your prophecy seems too accurate to be ignored. While this man who spoke of it to you might be an agent opposed to the Fae King there seems to be truth in his words. Enough truth that his warning is worth some merit. We will speak with Queen Maab and try to learn more about whats going on. If we learn anything of significance I will make sure a messenger at the very least is sent with word to these gates. If we must stand against the Fae King let all those opposed know why.

Tratain 
Friday May 27th, 2005 11:00:39 AM
Tratain nods at Fengs Words and says "Do you have any idea where we can Find Joe Hand? If you could tell us where he was staying last it would help."

Tratain thinks for a moment and says "I hope you will give some thought about leading an attack to depose Parnoth Valdor. I know its not something you want to do, but it may be necessary. Many Elves are flocking to the Fae King because he represents thier hope of being free from Parnoths Oppression, and I think many would fight to the death to keep that hope alive, even as the rest of the Wold crumbles around them. It may be necessary to offer hope from a different source in order to reduce the fighting if we can't reason with the Fae King. If we don't do that many will side with him and the war would be catastrophic. They are not evil people, and they will be fighting for a cause they believe in whole heartidly, many good people will die on both sides, It must be avoided at all costs."

After the meeting Tratain will follow the group to wherever Valdor and the Dragons send them.

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Friday May 27th, 2005 12:44:54 PM
As word comes in of flodding in the streets, Sarigar runs to the nearest window to see what he can. "WOW! Looks like a river. AHH! There's people in the way. Gotta go, gotta go!!

Sarigar dashes for the door and makes his way out as fast as he can. "Sorry brother, I know you're not a horse, but you gotta carry some people too." As the brothers run down the street toward the approaching water, Sarigar grabs anyone that doesn't seem to be able to run and hoists them up onto Black Paws' back. Once his brother is close to his limit, he sends him to higher ground and he himself picks up anyone else he can or grabs bags from people that are too burdened and leads them to higher ground as well.

They continue this way for as long a necessary or until they both collapse from exhaustion.

Monthor 
Friday May 27th, 2005 2:06:13 PM
As the conversation continues, Monthor leans quietly over his axe and sizes up the Dragons.

{They don't look so tough to me. Me thinks we could take them.} The dwarf thinks to himself.

{ More walking. More talking. No bashing. Me should have stayed home. At least it looks like when we finaly do get to see some action,it will be a frey worthy of songs and fables.}

Monthor sighs deeply.

" Can we go now? Me hopes we can at least get one beer in before we venture out again."

Arien 
Friday May 27th, 2005 4:02:08 PM
"Perhaps the Star Mages might have some information on how to reach Queen Maab. I suggest that we head there as quickly as possible." Arien leaves with the rest of the group, still struggling withi his feelings.

Draax 
Friday May 27th, 2005 6:11:21 PM
Draax listens to the comments and suggestions that are offered in the conversation and realizes that it come downs to 'what is the greater good?'. He plans to help in freeing the elves but it is also obvious that the wold can not survive if things keep changes at the rate they are. He nods he head in agreement with the others, "OK, I guess our next destination is Queen Maab." He figures this Joe Hand character or the Star Mages as suggested by Arien will probably have an idea where to start.

Renik 
Saturday May 28th, 2005 6:25:32 AM
"Very well, we will seek out the Queen, and first Joe Hand. For now we must forget about the war against Parnoth. Joe... Joe of the Hand... That name is familiar to me. That's not the same Joe Hand who was married to King Claudia, is it? I've heard that sad tale sung by many a bard after one too many glasses of wine. Loved the King (they call the ruler king of course, be they male or female), who was stolen from him (in a way) by an evil dragon. She was rescued eventually, but the events that followed, after the wedding... well, it was a tragic ending, that I know. Whatever became of him?"

Renik is willing to recount the full tale should anyone be interested.

If none of the Dragons are around to answer his question Renik will ask Flabersham if he can assist in tracking down the legendary Joe Hand, or give any pointers as to whom they might ask for help in finding him.

"With the city slowly drowning we will most likely need to fly. Though Sarigar's efforts are valiant I think we need to make all haste in this quest. The longer we delay the more innocents are going to suffer. We can do the greatest good by finding the Queen. Tratain, do you have your flight spell memorized?"

Valdor 
Saturday May 28th, 2005 11:26:36 AM
Valdor rises and says,"So be it. My Domi and Alemi be with us all. Have courage and wisdom, my friends. It will be hard for some of our friends to find the best course in all of this and we must not alienate them because they do not see things as we do. I fear for our elven friends that they may have misplaced hopes in a ruler that is neither benevolent, nor caring about them at all. Of course, time will reveal his true intentions. But, until we know, we must support them, as this might be hardest on them, including some of my dearest friends. Arien, trust your heart. That's all I have to say on this.

Renik, Joe Hand will come to you very shortly. In fact, I have had my earring activated, so he knows you will be seeking him out. He knows to come to you. Thanks you for your information, you are doing great things for your country and for the good folk of the Wold. Have courage."

Valdor bows deeply to the Hamleteers, then heads out to get his armor on.

Parley over, adventures await! (DM Cayzle) 
Monday May 30th, 2005 10:16:29 AM
Feng promises to send word of what they learn.

Tratain agrees, asks for help finding this Joe of the Hand, and urges the Dragons to follow the path that saves the most people.

Monthor, itching for action, sizes up the Dragons. If he can make a Wisdom check vs. DC5, he will realize something: Highlight to display spoiler: {The least of these heroes could swat Monthor like a bug without breaking a sweat.}

Anticipating his thirst, a server has a mug of ale ready for Monthor as the group prepares to set out.

Arien suggests asking the Star Mages for help; Draax reluctantly agrees to turn away from Parnoth for now in order to find this Queen Maab. He thinks both the Star Mages and Joe Hand are good ideas.

Renik recalls a little about the sad story of Joe Hand. He thinks he has heard more, but it is on the tip of his brain. Just a sec ... maybe he will remember ...

Valdor offers encouragement and wisdom. He tells the party that Joe Hand will contact them soon.

Sarigar, concern for innocents uppermost in his mind, runs outside into the floodwaters in order to save those caught in the wet. He manages to shepherd a half dozen souls into the safest building around -- the Dragons' castle. The staff, busy moving delicate things to the upper floors, sets about bundling people with blankets and giving them hot drinks. As the party gets ready to leave, they find Sarigar and Black Paws being dried by several half-elves weilding warm towels.

The party prepares to leave.

You are all in a second floor hall. Stairs lead to the first floor and out, but it is wet down there. Valdor said Joe Hand would appear soon -- does that mean hours? A day? These Dragons seem to move fast, so probably sooner rather than later.

Until then, what? Hang out here? The Star Mages? Some other destination?

Monthor  d20=16
Monday May 30th, 2005 3:02:44 PM
Monthor gleefully accepts the mug and guzzles it down.

After an appreciative 'Burp', Monthor thanks the server. Taking another looks at the Dragons, Monthor (role 16) realizes that he wouldn't have a chance in Hades against any of them. Funny enough, that just makes Monthor all the more wanting to arm wrestle one or two of them. After all, he is a Dwarf. But while a Dwarf he may be, his job is to protect his new friends, not to start a brawl...

{ Hummmm.... a brawwwwwl }

or to get involved in the group parley.

Monthor scans the room again for the server and hopes that his good luck will hit again.

Nick Valentine - Platinum Dragons 
Monday May 30th, 2005 5:15:31 PM
Nick gives the Hamleteers a solumn bow and wishes them well. He has no doubt that Joe will arrive soon. It seemed a straight forward enough task, but he's glad someone of the caliber of the Hamleteers are going, as there was no indication how how things would be in that realm. If everything was going crazy here, what on earth would it be like in the Valleys?
Maybe they were untouched for now...

Enough pondering, Nick. Time for action. He bids his farewells and dashes toward the entrance hall to meet with the messenger from the WLA.

Renik 
Monday May 30th, 2005 6:40:19 PM
The rogue thanks Valdor and Nick, and turns to the others. "It seems we are to have a guide. Unless anyone has a better suggestion I say we stay here and await Joe Hand's arrival. If there is no sign of him within two hours we head to the Star Mages and see what we can learn from them. I supect we have litte time to waste with the pace of events at the moment. Agreed?"

Draax 
Monday May 30th, 2005 7:24:26 PM
Draax bows to the Platinum Dragons before they depart. "Thank you for your guidance and advice."

Draax says, "Renik's plan seem the best for now. Are there enough fly spells to go around?"


Tratain 
Monday May 30th, 2005 10:59:43 PM
Tratain says "I think it would be best to wait here for a bit like you said Renik, Right now Jow Hand knows we are here. If we wander off who knows how long it will be before he can find us or we him. Especially with all thats going on right now."

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Tuesday May 31st, 2005 10:36:56 AM
The brothers are still panting and noticeably exhausted after tending to the dreadfully few citizens they were able to help. A look of deep regret upon their faces as they sit, wrapped in towels, looking like dogs that have just gotten out of a bath. They sip a soup that was brought to them to help warm them from the inside out. Despite their defeated appearance, the look in their eyes indicates that they're strongly considering going back out to help more.

As the others talk of this Joe Hand, Sarigar cranes his head up to weakly say, "Joe's Hand? You mean some guy has a talking hand? Bah! You're just teasing."

Monthor 
Tuesday May 31st, 2005 12:09:53 PM
" Let's wait. At least they have beer here. "

Valdor 
Tuesday May 31st, 2005 12:29:20 PM
Somewhere, on a higher level of the castle, the party can here a booming voice yell,"Joe, I know you're busy, but they need directions to Maab's Valley. You've been there more than the rest of us, so get down there and help them out!"

After a short pause, he concludes,"Look you overgrown eagle, don't argue with me! I will pluck those wings off your shoulders if you give me any more grief! I need you NOW!!!!"

Apparently, it sounds like a one sided communication. There's no other voice to be heard responding.(They communicate with matching earrings.)

The Mysterious Joe Hand (DM Cayzle) 
Tuesday May 31st, 2005 4:43:40 PM

After the Hamleteers wait for a bit, and after Valdor's ... shall we say ... invitation ... a winged human swoops through a window and lands before the group.

This brilliant personage, evidently Joe himself, wears white robes with a silver hair band tying back his long hair. There is a red handprint on one breast, and a red dove on the other. Is he glowing? For sure, his features seem both human and angelic. He carries a bow and a sword.

"Look," Joe Hand says, seemingly very harried, "I don't have much time, and I'm not allowed to do as much now that I'm a celestial -- we angel-folk have rules, you know. But let me help you out, since Valdor tells me you are deserving."

"You want to visit Queen Maab, right? Well, I have just enough time to tell you how."

"But first, do you realize -- really realize -- what it is you want to do? You understand that she rules the Valleys of Twilight, in the land of the afterlife, where the souls of the dead dwell? You know that she seperates the places ruled by the Gods of the Wold from the places ruled by the Gods of Testing? If you want to get out of this alive, you will be defying Gargul's rule that none of the living shall enter that place and return."

"Sure, we've broken that rule more times than I can count, but Lord Gargul still doesn't like it!"

"Honestly, you might be better off doing some other charitable good deeds, rather than a attempting a deadly mission like this one! Maybe you could just send her a message?"

"If you want to do this, there are two paths to choose from. First, you can enter the Realms of Shadow, travel to the River of Blood, cross it, and then step on Maab's shore. That's the long way."

"Or you can enter a nearby Guarded Portal that leads directly to that land -- but it is guarded by a fae of immense power. We Dragons only managed to fight the Guardian to a draw! That's the short way."

"Pick your poison, and I'll give you some advice before I have to fly off!"

Renik 
Tuesday May 31st, 2005 5:10:36 PM
The rogue is greatly impressed by the gravitas of Joe's words. If he hadn't realised it before he does now; this is terribly dangerous mission they are planning. One that might claim all their lives. Deep within his gut a thrill of fear tightens, and he momentarily questions the path his life has taken. Is he really some hero of legend, some selfless warrior in the cause of Goodness and peace? Can he be measured against such heroes as the Gold Dragons? Is that what he really wants to become?

This troubled introspection does not last long. You have no time for the luxury of soul-searching, he tells himself. You must simply act or fail. What choice have you?

Renik looks up at Joe Hand, meeting his eye. "If this is the best chance we have of restoring order to the Wold then it is a mission we must undertake. Valdor and the other Platinum Dragons tasked us with this mission, and I for one mean to see it through. There is simply no choice in the matter. We succeed or die.

From your words you make it sound as if we have little chance against the powerful guardian. But before we decide which route to take I have a question or two.Were the Golds considerably more powerful than we Hamleteers when you battled the creature? Might diplomacy, pursuasion or trickery succeed in place of might? If, in your judgement, we stand a fighting chance by that route that is the one I would be inclined to take.

If, however, you consider that to be a road to certain doom, we will hear of this longer path you speak of."

"But that is just my opinion." Turning to his companions he says; "What think the rest of you?"



Feng 
Tuesday May 31st, 2005 5:10:54 PM
"If Gargul elects to put a price on our return then we will have to abide by it. This is too important not to go. We should probably enter the realm of shadow and travel to the river of blood."

Tratain 
Tuesday May 31st, 2005 9:28:20 PM
Tratain says "I agree with Renik, if the Fae Guardian is to powerful to defeate then Maybe we can negotiate our way through? What can you tell us about the Guardian. Will it speak to us or just attack us on site. We may be able to convince it to let us through because of what is happening. If not we can take the longer road. I would like to hear all you are able to tell us about both ways. Specifically, how can we enter the realms of shadow if we take that route."

Tratain says to the others, "We should probably stop by the temple of Gargul and see if the clerics there can commune with Gargul and ask special dispensation for us to travel there. It wouldn't hurt to ask. There are other alternatives as well if the journey would be suicide. Like Joe has said, we could ask the guardian to relay a message to Queen Maab asking her to meet us, that is if it isn't immeditly hostile."

Draax 
Wednesday June 1st, 2005 1:54:08 AM
Draax had no idea their task would be as dangerous as it is. He is glad that Joe Hand told them the truth about the dangers they would be facing. He listens to the others and then asks Joe a few questions of his own.

"Joe, how long would it take us to travel the river of blood route? If we make it there are there any special preparations that we will need? What is the air like, can we breath there, what are the environmental dangers?"

To the group his say, "I am with Feng as far as the travel route but Tratain's idea does have merit. If the guardian will communicate with us we might be able to get through or at least get a message to the queen."

Monthor 
Wednesday June 1st, 2005 7:33:00 AM
Monthor has obviously lost interest at this point and is triming his nails with his axe.

" Whatever boys. Me let you deep thinkers plan this one out. Just show me who to bash, when to bash them and how hard to bash them. Me thinks that however we end up doing this, we're not going to find it to be a walk in the minds. "

Monthor stops his toilet for a second...

" However... me thinks the temple idea is a good one. Oh and maybe Princess needs a few minutes to freshen up. His makeup looks smudged. "

And whith that shot, Monthor laughs.



Encouragement (if you want to call it that) and an Exit (DM Cayzle) 
Wednesday June 1st, 2005 11:42:25 AM
Joe chuckles, and a flash of dark humor emerges from his carefully crafted sunny demeanor. "A bit wishy washy, huh? Well, understandable when you are taking a walk into death's abode. How's about I give you a couple tips for both routes, and you can take your pick. If you try one path and are defeated, the survivors can try the other, if you feel like taking double the punishment!"

"The short cut is nearby. It's just west of Edenmoor in a place called the Valley of Humiliation where the last battle against the Aisildurians was fought 400 years ago. There's a magical gate in the dead end of that valley. You travel east down the valley and the door faces out west."

A local knowledge (or Int check) vs DC10 tells you where Edenmoor is: Please Highlight to display spoiler: {Edenmoor is the town west of the Plateau of New Elenna, just south of the southern reaches of the Culverwood. Check out this map}

"Yup, if you go that route, don't try to beat the Guardian toe-to-toe. When we went that route, the Guardian was an incredible Fae Dragon, but I have it on good authority that the Guardian changes every so often. I have no idea what the fae Guardian is now. Guile or stealth or diplomacy are your only hopes there. Stupidity will surely get you dead. Keep in mind that all fae are stronger since the King was born."

"As for the traditional route, first get into the Realm of Shadows, with a Plane Shift or some other magic ethereal travel, or by going through a thin spot, like in a haunted graveyard."

"Once in the Realm, you'll see these many trickles of Woldsblood on the ground. Whatever you do, DON'T touch the Woldsblood! That stuff will carry your soul out of your body, leaving behind an empty shell. Then something else might come and fill the body! Roaming spirits abhor a vacuum, I always say."

"And don't lose your minds when you hear the voices of the unborn calling. Ignore them, and also ignore the harmless dead that you meet. The harmFULL dead you'll want to keep your weapons sharp for. You all have ghost touch weapons, right?"

"Follow the trickles of Woldsblood as they meet and become streams, then rivulets, then finally coming to the River. Don't Touch the WoldsBlood! Find a way across the river to Maab's land. Good luck with that! I never tried it, myself."

"And here's a get-out-of-jail free card that might come in handy."

He hands Feng a small skull of a creature the size of a cat, but there is only one eye socket, like a cyclopian feline.

"Give this to a minion of Gargul, and, with some fast talking, you might get a favor."

"Good Luck!"

And with a swoosh of celestial wings, he is gone.

Sarigar and Black Paws 
Wednesday June 1st, 2005 12:40:09 PM
The brothers, still panting from their ordeal in the watery streets watch the scene with the angelic Joe Hand. They feel somewhat uncomfortable in his presence despite his celestial demeanor. Perhaps it's because they are so in tune to the Wold itself and not the higher powers.

Listening to the presented stragegies, Sarigar is completely dumbfounded. Not only are they talking about leaving the natural world, but passing into the realm of the dead and unborn. Surprisingly, they seem to comprehend most of this, but clearly have no idea what should be done or if it should be done.

When Joe mentions the need for "ghost touch" weapons, he simply looks down at his hands, extends his claws and scratches the floor, leaving noticeable marks. He then turns his hands back over and looks to each finger individually and shakes his head mumbling under his breath, "Never hit a ghost before."

Retracting his claws, he holds his head in his hands, still weary but recovering.

Arien 
Wednesday June 1st, 2005 12:59:39 PM
"Well then, I think all would agree that haste is of importance. Where brute force failed against this guardian perhaps stealth, which we practiced quite a bit there, would avail us to sneak past this guardian. I could once again make us appear as something else with a spell and we could attempt to sneak past."

Renik 
Wednesday June 1st, 2005 7:07:47 PM
"Though the risk is high I say we face the Fae. I think wits are our best bet. Beating it through stealth or combat strike me as doomed to failure. " He claps Monthar and Feng cheerfuly on their backs, with a resounding clang.

But this mission means the death of us all if we fail. The stakes are high. Which path do the rest of you favour?"



Tratain 
Wednesday June 1st, 2005 9:26:43 PM
Tratain says "Let Head out to find the entrence guarded by the Fae, lets try and see if diplomacy works, if not we can try and win our way past. We don't need to defeate the Fae, just get by it. I think maybe between my Blade Barrier, and if Arien has any Walls of Force memorized we can get by."

Draax 
Wednesday June 1st, 2005 9:49:31 PM
"Sounds reasonable to me, lets try our luck with the fae."

Feng 
Thursday June 2nd, 2005 4:10:56 AM
Feng takes the cat skull and slips it into the pocket of his magical pants. "I was hesitant to battle this guardian but the way of the shadow plane seems equally as dangerous and longer. We might as well try the guardian and see what happens."

Getting the Show on the Road (DM Cayzle) 
Thursday June 2nd, 2005 6:07:13 AM
The Windhorn Hamleteers decide on the short cut to Queen Maab's land. To Edenmoor!

[OOC: Um, guys, not one of youse bums rolled the Int/Knowledge (Local) check I asked for in yesterday's post! Does anybody know the way to Edenmoor? Have you Hamleteers ever been there before?]

But first, how to get past the floodwaters? And then which way to go?

[OOC: I'm glad to move things along pretty fast, but you players have to post some plans for action. What's next?]

Monthor  d20=10
Thursday June 2nd, 2005 7:44:03 AM
The gruffy dwarf strokes his beard and thinks out loud.
"Me thinks me know where Edenmoor is (role 10 vs Int of 13)....."

Monthor tells the rest of the group what he recalls.

" Me can get past the water by using me Mammie's boots and fly. What about the rest of you scrubs? If we want to make time, do we need to get some mounts? Don't like the things but me could use a pony if it will get things moving quicker. "

Tratain  d20=2
Thursday June 2nd, 2005 8:10:20 AM
Tratain says "I'm not sure where Edenmoor is, but I can get us there quick. Lets head up to the roof and I'll cast windwalk on us. We'll have to make a descision when we get there. I know we aren't planning to fight the guardian but I'll be without all my most powerfull heal spells until We rest again, though as long as we don't have move move anything that blocking the portal we may be able to fly right past the guardian before it knows whats happening, we travel very quickly when windwalking. It may not spot us until its too late to stop us."

Sarigar and Black Paws  d20+1=21
Thursday June 2nd, 2005 11:05:13 AM
Sarigar places his hands on his knees and pushes himself up slowly to standing. He walks to the window looking out at the flooded streets. Although his spirit is more than willing, his body is barely able, but his mind tells him that it would be futile to attempt more rescues. He hangs his head for a few moments and in his frustration, digs his claws into the window sill.

Black Paws steps over, nudges his nose under Sarigar's arm until he can look out as well. He looks up at his brother and lets out a mild whimper and bark. Sarigar reaches under his brothers chin and gives him a healthy scratching. "I know, brother. I just hate leaving all those people down there in that. But the pack needs us."

As he turns around a look of purpose has filled his eyes and he seems to have suddenly fully recovered though subtle nuances in his stature seem to indicate that he's not nearly as recovered as he would seem to be showing. "We've got a dragon to get past and a door to get through. If we gotta run, brother and I are ready. If we gotta fight, we're ready. If we gotta sneak, we're ready. Let's go."

Having heard the plan to leave from the roof, the brothers begin walking to any stairs they find leading up.

ooc: Figures I roll a 20 on an Int check for something Sarigar would know nothing about. If he has been Edenmoor, he never would have been able to read the sign to let him know.

Arien  d20+7=11
Thursday June 2nd, 2005 12:25:36 PM
Arien pauses a moment as Monthor informs the party and remembers the valley himself. Eyeing the waters Arien says, "I can fly as well and I can Dimension Door too carry people over and I also have a pair of potions that may be of use here, one of flying and one of water breathing."

Renik  d20+3=19
Thursday June 2nd, 2005 2:44:15 PM
"Windwalking is our best option" nods the rogue. "That will work for the whole party, and get us to our destination quickly. As you say, Tratain, it may even sneak us past the guardian, though I have my doubts. I know Edenmoor well (Int 19), it's not so far from where I was raised. I can draw a rough map before we leave if you wish."

Renik checks they are all present, then says "Unless there are any other concerns I say we go now. Tratain? Lead on."

Draax  d20+1=7
Thursday June 2nd, 2005 8:29:20 PM
Draax is glad that some of the others know the way to Edenmoor because he does not have a clue. He agrees with Renik about windwalking being their best option. He grabs a handful of food to eat on the way before they departs.

Feng 
Friday June 3rd, 2005 3:25:42 AM
"Then let us make haste. I have a feeling that nothing we do will prepare us for the guardian. Maybe we will get lucky and the Fae will remain loyal to the queen and let us pass. I hope that she is not pleased to see the Fae King back upon this world." Feng says.

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