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Post by EDM Entori on May 1, 2010 1:33:01 GMT -5
// the following placed and spoken of vaguely as to avoid metagaming.. those will know where it is
Deep within the Hullack ... through a waterfall, in a place of wonder
a mystical voice can be heard, speaking in elven and in common."Adventurers seeking refuge, heed this.... You enter in dangerous times, you enter in trust and in doing so you must remove thy hood or helm. You must vouche for the safety and secrecy of your passage, and you must declare theyself free of magical wards..
These are not un-reasonable requests, but refusal will be met with a fury of arrows, and magic the likes of which you have not seen. We accept thee in open trust, show us such as well.. if not, face death with open eyes, as arrows will be the last thy see...."
..the elves near this message are alert, and carry powerful bows, swords, and staves.....
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Post by EDM Entori on May 1, 2010 1:35:29 GMT -5
On the southern approach and loan sembian bandit, is encased in stone.. His counterparts scattered their own arrows within themselves.. the lingering magic of enchantment is felt by those intune with the weave...
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Post by qewaye on May 1, 2010 6:09:42 GMT -5
Those entering the Hullack, particularly at night, would find themselves with a prickling feeling on the back of the neck, as if being watched by an unseen prescence.
Travellers able to see more clearly or by magical means would notice from time-to-time what looks like a moving mass of foliage, branches and bark containing a pair of eyes the colour of leaves that seems to be watching movements in the wood very closely.
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Post by Levedara on May 1, 2010 11:19:27 GMT -5
In the late hours a beautiful woman wanders her way through the hullack. She wears a fine gown of deep blue and pale purple and on her wrist are several loose metal bracelets. Her long cloak bares the symbol of helm as does a silver amulet that hangs from her neck on a chain more suited to a man.
Contrasting the dark night air and the colors of her clothing her smooth alabaster skin stands out like a beacon as she moves through the trees. In her hand is kept a stave, a constantly swirling mass of bright lights radiating at it's top, wordless warning to any that should cross her path that her lack of traditional weapon means little in the way of her ability to respond to dangerous situations.
She wanders with no seeming aim and infrequently the forest is filled with a wrenching wail followed by long silence, the bodies of orcs and bandits scattered without a touch in her wake. Wolves scatter in her path, their stalking halted suddenly after powerful arcane words fill the air and send them scampering through the underbrush.
She speaks as she wanders through the woods about "the place that once was and now is no more", "they that do the hunting of they with the words" and "he who does the watching". Her tone seems aggravated and she often looks down towards her waist as she speaks, pausing as if listening between various long winded speeches.
When she finally finds her way to the last flagon she wanders past the stream and about a bit. She beckons to a deer, her gesture accompanied by a long arcane phrase, and the animal turns away from it's grazing to follow her. After sitting against a tree infront of the inn she waves her fingers at the deer, it's eyes becoming more alert and it takes to grazing, though still remains by her side.
She speaks quietly sitting against the tree, often looking down to her beltpouch, caressing it lightly. So she remains for many hours.
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Post by Levedara on May 2, 2010 9:06:47 GMT -5
This same woman makes her way through the waterfall that guards the quiet settlement, shrouded in thick protective magics. Seeming glad and familiar with the refuge she seems rather startled to be met with hostility.
At the pointed arrows and harsh words she identifies herself, having been there not a tenday before in the company of others to return a long lost artifact. When it is demanded that she remove her protective enchantments she says simply that she cannot break her own words for they are strong and she does not know the way. She makes no attempt to press forward or pass the guards, while confident in her stance, she appeals as best she can to the warden that had personally escorted her and her companions on her last visit.
She pleads for the answer to one question, if the watchman has come to this place that is here. Gruff 'nos', be they from simply having no interest in answering the question or out of actually knowing whoever it is she asks after being no where near, lead to her slumping at the shoulders. With a tired sigh she says simply that she must then look in a moredifferent place.
Escorted back past the waterfall without protest, seeming tired, though not afraid, she sits for a short time, before announcing to no particular vigilant attendee, that she will go do the seeking. She then vanishes in a swirl of wind after a brief arcane utterance.
// amended to better fit the npc reaction after discussion with some folks. ~ this was originally posted for the benefit of elves that would prefer to know whats happening in their woods, not with the intent of at all ignoring npcs or anything of the sort, but rather to actually show that it's paid attention to.
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