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Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Blackspear on January 24, 2006, 10:03:06 PM
Duthash Zinnyas Arkus  (May 10th)

Dale packs up his gear and prepares to leave the common room of the Thornhedge.   As he makes his way towards the door, he looks at the smelly dwarf sleeping late into the morning.  His snoring is thunderous.   Dale shakes his head in disbelief and strides down the stairs.  "His clan must have kicked him out.   If not for the smell, the snore could cause a cave in.....Slob."

Dale strides through the tavern and heads off towards the bronze trees just outside of Threshold.  As he makes his way through town, he mentally checks off all of the things that he will need to scribe his scroll.  He has been in fights an awful lot lately.  Its always a good thing to have an extra spell on hand.   "The bronzewood looks peaceful and secluded.  Hopefully I can write this thing without being disturbed or discovered.  Besides Xorn hasn't been able to stretch his legs in a long time."
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Wildfire on April 19, 2006, 10:15:22 AM
Dale started to frantically pat his pouches looking for Xorn. Upon touching the large pouch that his frog friend was in he heard a reassuring croak. Letting out a sigh of relief his heart stopped racing.

Form all about him he heard Whispers voice say, "Yes Dale. You can be sure that you will see me again."

Dale's ears were then quenched with the haunting sound of wind.

In searching about for Xorn Dale noticed that he had an extra water skin. It was made of Goldleaf Tree leaves and had a bronzewood stopper. Curious, he unstoppered the leafy pouch and could see within it the silvery water that had come from the fountain of Whispers wooded den.
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Blackspear on April 18, 2006, 11:59:55 PM
"Wait, will I ever see you again!!?"   Dale looks around the forest in shock and surprise.   Then with a start he looks for Xorn wondering if he is still in the nymph's home.   "Xorn, Xorn!   Where are you?"
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Wildfire on April 16, 2006, 08:56:22 AM
Whisper wipes the tears from her cheeks and says, "Valakai's intentions were no less than yours. But he lost his way. You can also lose your way. Eventually he realized his madness and returned back to his path. Unfortunatly, it was too late. Others sought his power and became equally lustful. He destroyed them."

Whisper looks around at her home and says, "Our time on this occasion is coming to an end Dale. What I will tell you of Sorcer'Nyx is that it's province is that of magic. It is the fifth elemental child."

Whisper smiled wide and said, "Please, on your return, move the rock that you sat upon back to the location in which you found it. Worry not Dale, we will speak again."

Without any warning Dale found himself standing back at the rock that he was at before encountering Whisper. When he had entered her great tree it was mid-morning. He noted that it was now getting on towards the evening.
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Blackspear on April 16, 2006, 08:29:01 AM
"I shall seek this power that he speaks of, but  will use it wisely to help protect the world.  

Can you teach me about the power of Sorcer 'Nyx?"   Dale looks inently at the crying nymph in front of him and wonders what secrets she is keeping from him.



[color=green:16c2a24e8e]Sorry Guys, I have been really busy.   I'll try to keep up when my vacation ends, but I will be struggling to keep up with work for the next two months.  Its the most busy time of the year![/color]
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Dray on March 31, 2006, 12:33:55 PM
[color=green:234a4f19ad][DOH! This was an awesome ICD, where did he go?!][/color]
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Wildfire on March 22, 2006, 05:13:40 PM
[color=green:5944007111]Blackspear?[/color]
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Wildfire on March 15, 2006, 09:03:21 AM
Whisper smiles as she so often does and says, "The power of Sorcer'Nyx. I apologize but that is all I am permitted to tell you of the power he held." Silver tears began to flow from Whispers eyes. "The lands north and east of here are an abomination because of the greed for that power. Lands that were once beautiful and majestic...they are now twisted...and warped. Be mindful of the power you seek Dale. Do not let your lust for magic or magic itself overtake you."
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Blackspear on March 14, 2006, 09:36:36 PM
"Forgive me for being ignorant, but I know almost nothing about Valekai.   What "power" did he possess?"    Dale tries to sit calmly while he waits for the muse's response.   Absent mindedly he begins to tap his fingers on his knee until he realizes that the drumming might be considered rude.  Not wishing to offend Whisper, he abruptly stops tapping and places his hand on the arm rest of the magical chair he is sitting in.
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Wildfire on March 14, 2006, 03:04:24 PM
"Of that I do not know. From what he's written he laments finding his power." Whisper's face saddens as she speaks her words.
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Blackspear on March 13, 2006, 10:43:50 PM
"Did he find a way to combine sorcery with arcanism?"
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Wildfire on March 10, 2006, 08:10:34 AM
Whisper smiles releasing a sparkling tear that rolls its' way down her cheek and she says, "Valakai's has already told you. Listen to his words that have been echoed through his doctrine...they reveal much."
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Blackspear on March 09, 2006, 10:47:53 PM
Dale tentatively picks up a few of the feyberries as he looks around the sprite's hom in utter amazement.   The power that she commands is quite impressive.   Slowly, he begins to eat a few of the berries.   Their juicy sweetness is quite tantalizing, but Dale restrains himself from eating too many of them for fear of dozing off.

Looking towards the seemingly young woman, he tries again to get an answer to his queries.  "What blasphemy did Valekai commit?"
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Wildfire on March 08, 2006, 09:21:33 AM
The twisted vines that make Dale's chair begin to bloom into bright lavender flowers filling the room with a sweet smell. Then just as suddenly the flowers petals wilt and fall to the ground. Left in the absence of the blossoms are thick bunches of deep lavendar colored berries about the size of a large grape.

Whisper stands and crosses the room to Dale. She gently removes a large vine filled with the berries. "Feyberries. These are may favorite. Be careful though they can make humans sleepy."

Whisper returns to her mossy bed and picks up Xorn and continues to pet the blobby frog. "Please, eat to your content."
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Blackspear on March 07, 2006, 08:48:22 PM
Dale notices for the first time that he is actually famished.   He had been concentrating for so long on writing the spell and then trying to unravel the mystery of the beautiful sprite before him, that he had forgotten all about his physical needs.   "Yes, something to eat will be most welcome."
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Wildfire on March 07, 2006, 08:36:52 AM
Whisper sighs with controlled frustration. "Some of the answers are already before you. Listen to the words that you've so eloquently memorized. Now, I understand your enthusiasm but please, one question at a time. Patience is required of you if you are to seek these mysteries. Today is a lesson in patience Dale. Would you like something to eat?"
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Blackspear on March 06, 2006, 10:57:25 PM
Quote from: BlackspearDale looks to Whisper and says"I wish to know everything I can about Valekai.  I want to know what he knew.  Yet I don't want to go mad in the discovering of his secrets.   I want to help the land, not destroy it.   I don't want to cause any strife either.   I just want to know.
"What blasphemy did Valekai commit?   Do you know how he lived and died?  Why do the druids shun him and his work?"   He tries to calm down and relax, but his eyes give him away as completely eager and restless for answers to his questions.
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Wildfire on February 21, 2006, 07:46:32 PM
Whisper pet the bloated toad with her beautiful hand and asked, "What would you have me tell you of this man that his doctrine does not?"
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Blackspear on February 17, 2006, 11:06:45 AM
"I was writng a spell.   A sleeping spell to be more exact.   I'm very curious and confused about Nyx and what Valekai did wrong or even what he did for that matter.    Would you please tell me of Valekai?"

Dale sits back and tries to relax, but the eager anticipation is evident on his face.
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Wildfire on February 16, 2006, 07:28:10 PM
"No." she said flatly. "I am a decendant of one. What were you scribing?"
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Blackspear on February 11, 2006, 10:48:29 PM
Looking slightly annoyed at being treated like a school boy, Dale unsuccessfully tries to mask his frustration with the lack of answers to his questions.   "What are you?   Are you one of the ancients Valekai referred to?"
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Wildfire on February 11, 2006, 08:43:16 PM
Whisper calmly says, "You are excited and out of balance. Please, relax, drink some water, and collect your mind. Your companion Xorn seems to be very hungry...much like his friend before me."

Whisper puts her chalice on her mossy bed, closes her eyes, and cups both of her slender hands together. While staing at Dale she speaks words from a tongue that sounds similar to Ashe's and Maccabeus's. Suddely, Whisper opens her hands releasing dozens of crickets to the floor. Xorn spins to see the feast before him and waddles over to unlease his tongue in what is his greatest feast in many months.

"You, Dale..." she says standing up from her bed "...have a great passion for knowledge. But do not let it consume you...for it easily can. You can become so enthralled that you would throw your own soul away willingly... ignoing the consequence of such an action."

Whisper walked to Dale and behind him. She put her delicate hands on his shoulders and leaned down to his ear. The touch of her felt soothing and relaxed his tense and knotted shoulders. Dale couldn't help but close his eyes at how intoxicating her touch was. She was so close to his ear that he could feel and smell her flowery breath on his neck. Dale was completely relaxed and she whispered, "Have you considered that knowing what this man knew is in itself madness and that he did not measure the result of his knowledge until it was perhaps too late?"

Dale snapped his eyes open and could see that she was sitting on her bed staring at him while petting Xorn. Xorn's eyes were closed as he was enjoying a full tummy and Whispers attention. His large soft belly expanded and contracted with each breath and Dale could swear he was snoring!.  It was a comical image of a beauty and a beast.

"One question at a time.", she says.
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Blackspear on February 11, 2006, 01:53:54 PM
Dale opens up his back pack and pulls out the fattest toad anyone has ever seen.   It must weigh close to 5 pounds.   Xorn, the toad, looks about, squinting a little at the bright light inside the fey's home.   He looks at her as if to see if she has any food.   Realizing food is not forthcoming, he hops towards Dale and shoots his tongue out of his mouth, gently slapping Dale on the wrist.   Dale recognizes Xorn's non verbal cue and pulls some crickets out of a jar he keeps in his pack.   Dale often wonders how Xorn trained him so well.  

After feeding Xorn, Dale looks to Whisper and says"I wish to know everything I can about Valekai.  I want to know what he knew.  Yet I don't want to go mad in the discovering of his secrets.   I want to help the land, not destroy it.   I don't want to cause any strife either.   I just want to know.

"He wrote about Nyx.  I have a copy of one of his writngs.  It is called "The Foundation of Sorcerers    The Doctrine of Valekai".   In the doctrine he writes (Dale recites this from memory) "To understand the power I have come to understand you must be willing to accept the divine order that I have come to see as the truth.

"As night is to day, as the male is to the female, as the left hand is to the righthand, so too is the physical to the philosophical.   They are very different, slightly alike, but each harbors equal power in our lives.   There is a divinity that encompasses both of these aspects whom the ancients call Nyx.   We are reflections of this divinity in that we are both physical and philosophical.    In order that we may better identify with Nyx we must pass through the defined mediums of which we are made.   The apparent physical aspects that Nyx is comprised of are fire, water, earth, and air.

"The ancients referred to the divine nature of these aspects as Pyrryn'Nyx, Syrryth'Nyx, Brothac'Nyx, and Venturric'Nyx.   The philosophical aspects that affect us are Good, Indifference, and Evil.   The ancients referred to these divine perspectives as Volendan'Nyx, Mhalvey'Nyx, and Cusyncuth'Nyx.   These Seven Divinities and aspects are inseperable and are also individual.

"The Physical becomes Philosophical, the Philosophical becomes Physical.   This translation is done by the power of the fifth child of the physical-magic-Sorcer'Nyx.

"Sorcer'Nyx spans the gap between the two sides of Nyx whereby we become the channel for the manifestation of the aspects of which we are formed.   All aspects are inseperately joined.   They are bound to move through the mediums of all others and should never be invoked directly.  

"I have lived a darknes for my blasphemy against this principle.   Question upon this principle for yourself.  Know the truth of it.  Allow it to scatter the darkness of the path I have taken before you take the path for yourself.

"I am Valekai-faithful servant of Sorcer'Nyx."

Dale takes a deep breath and then looks at the young looking creature in front of him.   "Are you one of the ancients that he refers to?   What does that mean to you?   What blasphemy did Valekai commit?   Do you know how he lived and died?  Why do the druids shun him and his work?"  Dale sits down again, having stood during the recitation of the doctrine.   He tries to calm down and relax, but his eyes give him away as completely eager and restless for answers to his questions.
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Post by: Wildfire on February 10, 2006, 08:19:36 AM
[color=green:677dc31622]I HATE it when that happens!![/color]
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Blackspear on February 10, 2006, 12:13:12 AM
[color=green:40c874e330]I just spent an hour working on this post an my computer ate it before I actually posted it. :cry[/color]:
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Wildfire on February 09, 2006, 09:06:37 PM
Whisper turns her head slightly to the side and replies, "It's not silly if it gives you comfort. I suspect that your little friend is a source of inspiration for you in that way. Let him about...I'm sure he would like to stretch his legs. Again, it's my question that is now in waiting. What is it about this man Valakai that you seek?"
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Blackspear on February 09, 2006, 08:24:47 PM
"I was seeking a quiet place to do my work.  As I've mentioned before, I am a young arcanist and I needed to find an out of the way spot to scribe a spell onto a scroll.   These beautiful golden trees attracted my attention, so I came here.   It also seemed like a good place to let my friend Xorn out for some exercise.  He is getting ever so fat these days.  He was my master's toad.   Xorn was given to me when we parted ways.   Soemtimes I think my master's spirit lives on in Xorn.   Pretty silly, huh?"
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Wildfire on February 09, 2006, 07:00:50 PM
"Then I am a priestess. Although I do not have disciples...nor do I want any. I choose to honor Nyx in my own way. For that I am given strength to protect this glen." Whisper says.

She takes a sip of her water and says, "Now, my question to you is for what purpose did you enter my golden woods?"
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Blackspear on February 09, 2006, 06:05:02 PM
"I believe a priestess is both devoted and loyal to her god and able to express her gods' wishes to the other disciples.   If they have unique god given abilities, that to me is a sign of strength.   Both of that god and of the priestess' devotion."
Dale looks at the Golden Fey and wonders if he has offended her.
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Wildfire on February 08, 2006, 07:27:52 PM
"That depends on what you consider a priestess to be." she says. "There are many that may call themselves a priestess but not carry the spirit to validate it. Yet there are some that can not channel divine power but have an unshakable faith such that a priestess should have. So, what do you consider a priestess to be?" She turns her head slightly to the side and twirls strands of her bright golden hair through her slender fingers.
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Blackspear on February 08, 2006, 07:16:33 PM
"Are you a priestess of Nyx?"
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Post by: Wildfire on February 08, 2006, 04:10:37 PM
Whisper smiles, nods, and quietly says, "That was a good answer Dale. Now you may ask me a question." She then sips from her chalice.
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Blackspear on February 08, 2006, 12:35:05 PM
"I am a man of many skills.   My heart yearns for justice, adventure, and friendship.   Yet all I can say for myself is that I have found adventure.   I seek knowledge and wisdom.   Specifically, I want to learn of Valekai and  to master magic.   Yet I do not want to suffer the delusions that he did.   I value nature and peace.  I do not wish to bring strife to the land.

"I was a street rat.  My education began as an outlaw in the streets of Kazbourne.   Because of the atrocities I suffered, I look to protect those who are weak.   That is why being a member of the Threshold Protectorate agrees with me.

"I was a flegling member of a coven of arcanists.   The coven is now disbanded.   My only friend Xen Castallis has left to go to the elven homeland.   My mother is dead and my father hunts me.   My mentor was slain while protecting me.   "All that I was is destroyed.   All that I am is changing.   All that I will become is just now being built..."  My master used to say this again and again.  It is true of me as well..."

Remembering all the pain in his life Dale silently wishes to do some lasting good in this world.   Maybe he can protect Threshold...as a start.  He looks into the eyes of Whisper and a gleam of hope shines in his eye.   Maybe she will steer him onto a path of righteous glory.
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Wildfire on February 07, 2006, 06:41:22 PM
Whisper kisses her hands and then touches her forehead. "Ah, beloved Nyx. Nyx is mother and father to our life force. It is all that you see around you and the spirit within it. It is the great cycle of birth and death. It is the wind that you feel from the mountains and the mountains themselves. It is the fire that burns and the water that heals. It is the tree around us and the moss under our feet. You could not be without Nyx. We are all part of it and it is everything."

Whisper kisses her hands and touches her forehead again.

"Now, who are you? I don't mean the name your birth parents have bestowed upon you. I mean who are you?

Whisper takes a sip of the silver sheened water and stares at Dale. Her eyes penetrate him making him feel slightly uncomfortable.
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Blackspear on February 07, 2006, 05:18:00 PM
"My name is Dalyhas Bal X'ulnathra.   I am from Kazbourne.  

I'm curious about Nyx.   I've read of Nyx before, but I didn't completely understand what I read.   Would you please tell me of Nyx?"

Dale leans forward, eager to hear the fey's answer.
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Wildfire on February 06, 2006, 12:05:22 PM
"Among your kind I'm known as The Golden Fey. Others more familiar call me Whisper. And your name is Dale. Many of your kind have family name as well do they not?" As Whisper spoke she had gotten another amber chalice and dipped it into the water. She then sat down on her 'bed' and looked at Dale for an answer.
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Post by: Blackspear on February 06, 2006, 11:35:50 AM
Dale takes his boots off.   Hoping his feet won't stink up the pure air of the nymph's wonderous home.   He graciously accepts the water and takes a sip.  The water tastes very much akin to the water he drank with Ashe and Maccabeus at the Ring.   Akin yet different.   He wonders who this sprite really is...

"Thank you for your hospitality.    Umm... Uh.. Well, how should I address you?"
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Wildfire on February 05, 2006, 02:44:43 PM
Her delicate hand wraps around Dale's and proceeds to pull him into the tree. Dale sees his hand pass into the bronze colored trunk with ease. his hand can feel the life and coolness of the tree as though he slipped into a fresh, smooth river. His arm becomes engulfed and his face gets close to the smooth bark. By instinctive reaction he closes his eyes and senses the that he is now fully entering the Goldleaf tree.

He opens his eyes to see a domed room much larger than the tree could hold. Around him is the soft golden glow flowing from the chaotic pattern of goldleaves sunk into the walls of the dome. The floor is a velvet covering of dark green moss and the various pieces of furniture are living, twisted vines covered with flowers of all kinds. In the middle of the round room is pool of crystal clear water with a silver sheen and as smooth as ice. Directly across from the door is small plateau of moss blistering up from the floor. At one end of the plateau is a short bush of flowers that looks much like a pillow. A fresh, earthy smell fills Dale's nostrils and the pristine air makes Dale a bit light headed.

The fey motions to a flowery chair and fluidly says, "Rest your yourself. The air may make you unbalanced from it's purity. Let me get you some water to ease your thirst." She goes to an area of the floor by her bed and Dale sees a translucent amber chalice emerge from the moss floor. She silently walks to the pool and dips the cup into the pool filling it. She brings it to Dale who, in his comprehension of the dwelling, is still standing in wonder. She hands the cup to Dale and puts her smooth hand on his shoulder and says, "Please, remove your boots and and let yourself be comforted in the cradle of Nyx."
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Post by: Blackspear on February 05, 2006, 11:57:09 AM
Taking a leap of faith that belies Dale's aggressive nature, he grasps the girl's hand and steps towards the tree.   He prays to any god who is listening that he will live to tell the tale of this encounter.
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Wildfire on February 05, 2006, 11:27:27 AM
The fey smiles and says, "If you meet with my approval you may leave. To try and leave now would be your folly. So please come with me and I'll answer your questions that I have the answers to. For I too have questions that need truth to them. Please...", she melts into the large tree that she is standing at but leaves her hand extended out from the trunk, "...come with me to my wooded haven."
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Blackspear on February 03, 2006, 09:27:47 PM
"If I enter, will you let me leave?   Are you an angel?   How long has it been since someone has visited this grove?"   Dale starts to review all the things he has ever learned about Sorcer Nyx.    He wonders if this is the same "Nyx".   Or is it somehow different?
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Post by: Wildfire on February 03, 2006, 02:00:02 PM
"I am the guardian of this golden grove of Nyx. All who enter must meet with my approval if they wish to enter or leave. So please, come talk with me." The golden haired beauty says. Although her voice was like soft music her words were strong and hide words of warning.
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Post by: Blackspear on February 03, 2006, 01:45:52 PM
My name is Dale.   I am  a memeber of the protectorate from Treshold.    "Is this a sacred grove of Mahiya?   What is this place?   Who are you?
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Wildfire on February 03, 2006, 09:21:08 AM
Dale saw the thin fey-looking girl waiting by a thick trunked tree with her hand outstretched. Dale could see that the base of the tree was fenced with thorns and brambles. The flowers of the thorny bushes were signature purple and crimson Trumpetblooms. Dale had seen these at the Ring of Mists just recently.

Patiently she waited...
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Post by: Blackspear on February 02, 2006, 02:18:11 PM
Again, Dale follows the young girl with extreme caution.    Yet he is very curious, so he tries to catch up to her.   All the while keeping an eye out for a trap.
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Post by: Wildfire on February 02, 2006, 12:47:35 PM
"You'll see..." she said coyly "...it's my home. I want to talk with you...please, follow me..." she twirled and seemed to dance though the increasing thicket.
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Wildfire on February 02, 2006, 12:38:02 PM
[color=green:4bd8b69ecd]OOC: Good catch Johan!

Blackspear, I changed the day to Arkus (10th). Since 'Fires in the Night' doesn't start until that night you'll still be able to write the scroll...no harm no foul. Sound good?[/color]
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Johan on February 02, 2006, 11:22:52 AM
[color=green:46edb83c78]I've just been updating the Chronology, and I don't think that this can fit on Duthash Zinnyas Syncath [May 9th]. This day is the second day for the "Chamber of Horrors" Session. From that session, on the evening of the 8th, we retreated to Threshold to recover from a battle with "wolf-rats" and in the morning of the 9th, we returned to the cave.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think that this thread is going to have to find another time to occur.[/color]
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Blackspear on February 01, 2006, 01:20:12 PM
[color=green:730b40a16a]"And then she reared her ugly head and devoured Dale!"[/color]

Dale follows the girl, trying to take note of where he is going, so that he doesn't get lost.   He also checks his weapons.  He's heard too many tales of a beautiful woman luring a man to his death in a secluded forest.
"Where are you taking me?"
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Post by: Wildfire on February 01, 2006, 01:01:08 PM
The girl smiled, winked, and teasingly waved her hand for Dale to follow her. "I'll not harm you..." whispered a seducing voice in Dale's ear. It seemd so close that Dale swore he could feel warm breath on his skin. Shivers went down his back to the thought of how good that warm air felt.

Dale noticed that this part of the grove was a bit more wild and not as clean as the other parts that he had seen. There were more bushes growing and many dark gold leaves on the ground.

The urge to speak with this fairy was nearly uncontrollable.
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Post by: Blackspear on February 01, 2006, 12:44:43 PM
Dale simply turns and follows the sprite.  "Wait.   Can we talk?"
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Post by: Dray on February 01, 2006, 12:30:49 PM
[color=green:db0f956d0a]An excerpt from Kit's Journal:

"Note to self, must stop drinking when at costume parties."[/color]
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Wildfire on February 01, 2006, 08:51:58 AM
With a giggle the girl darts off deeper into the golden trees. For a second she disappears but out of the corner of his eye Dale sees her shuffling away but not too quickly. The only details that Dale is able to discern id that her waist length hair is a white gold color like that of the trees and her skin is nearly as white as milk.
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Blackspear on January 31, 2006, 07:06:59 PM
Trying to catch up to the girl without scaring her, Dale moves quickly towards the girl in a non-threatening manner.  "Hello," he shouts to the girl.   "Who are you?"  Dale makes sure to show that his hands are empty and that he bears no ill will.
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Wildfire on January 31, 2006, 09:07:14 AM
Dale, following the laugh, was drawn deeper into the golden grove. In the distance he could hear the girlish, playful giggling.

The light of Kossuth reflected off of the small leaves and casted a surreal glow and glitter upon the ground. It was akin to walking into a cavern of crystals that flaunted their full beauty with the gift of light.

The bark of the tree was a dark brown and had a more subtle sheen within it. It was not rough like the bark of other trees but instead was as smooth as a lake on a windless day. No lichen or moss grew on the trunk of the trees...they were free from any kind of perpetration.

Squirrels would occasionally dart up the trees to their nests built on the upper boughs. Birds also inhabited the trees and would flit about singing their songs.

It was a place that seemd could only exist in a dream. It sometimes seemd to Dale that it was a dream.

Up ahead Dale could barely see the figure of a young elf-like girl up ahead darting amongst the thick trunks of the trees.
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Blackspear on January 30, 2006, 10:01:11 PM
Dale stands up from his makeshift table.   He lifts his arms high over his head and twists his torso in a stretch.   Then he shakes his legs out.   After feeling the blood flow back to his extremities, Dale pulled out his scroll case from his pack.   Very gently, the aspiring arcanist rolled his newly written scroll and placed it in his case.

After placing the scroll case back in his pack, he slings the pack over his shoulder and takes a slow searching look about his surroundings.   Not seeing anything, he cautiously moves through the goldleaf trees toward the direction where he last heard the spritely sound...
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Wildfire on January 30, 2006, 04:36:51 PM
[color=green:11bbe61d55]It's been edited to suit....reread please...[/color]
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Blackspear on January 30, 2006, 02:19:36 PM
[color=green:9f2b53ee96]Is this after Dale has completed the scroll?  Because he will not stop unless his life is threatened.   The scroll has to be written in one sitting.[/color]
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Wildfire on January 30, 2006, 09:03:45 AM
Dale, lost within his own mind, hears something that he never would have expected: a playful laugh. It sounded much like a happy little girl. It was a light and curious laugh...odd even. After he finished his arcane scribbling Dale looked about to see who it was and where it came from but there was no sign of anyone around.
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Blackspear on January 28, 2006, 12:40:40 AM
With a slight grunt, Dale picks up the heavy boulder and carries it to the larger table like rock in the center of the grove.   Once there, he pulls out his writing tools, quills, ink and parchment.   He smooths the parchment out across the rock and dips a quill in the ink.   After a moment to collect his thoughts, he begins to write in a flowing script.  

The language Dale writes in is rarely used these days.   As a matter of fact, Dale might be killed if the wrong people discover that he is capable of writing this script.   His mentor and benefactor had her home destroyed by those that would rid the world of magic.    

Dale hopes to change how people perceive magic.  It is a tool.  No different than a sword.  The sword can be used for good or evil.  But the sword itself is neither good or bad.  It is simply a tool.  Just like magic.

Dale banishes these thoughts from his mind as he begins to write the spell onto the scroll.   "Whisparnum zaltinum se kaltinum zorst...

The young arcanist becomes lost in the crafting of the scroll.   For hours he is lost to the world, completely focused on his task.   He continues to write as if the world around him does not exist.   A troop of Xan Thakian soldiers could walk right by him and he would not even notice.
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Wildfire on January 27, 2006, 12:38:04 PM
Looking around Dale notices that there are no stumps, broken branches, or even leaves on the ground. It's as if some great broom swept all of the normal forest clutter from the floor of this grove of trees. There weren't even any bushes about...just the trees.

The glinting of morning light off of the light gold leaves would occasianally blind Dale at unexpected times. There were birds flying to and from the nests they had made in the branches above.

Finally Dale spots a rock on the groundnot too far away that looks as though it might make a decent stool for him to sit on and do some writing. After all there was plenty of light and, except for the birds, quiet too.
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Blackspear on January 27, 2006, 12:12:39 PM
Dale follows the road into the grove of beautiful golden trees.   He has never seen anything like them before.   As he travels the road up the Goldleaf Ridge, he imagines himself as Valekai, seeing this surreal scene for the very first time.    Did he appreciate the beauty that was about him?  Or was his mind so demented that he could not even focus on the trees?   Seeing the beauty of the land around him makes Dale want to protect it.   He desperately hopes that he can uncover Valekai's secrets, but he most certainly does not want to destroy this place to do it.

As if snapping out of a reverie, Dale looks around him and notices a large flat boulder, the height of a table.   "This rock will be perfect to write upon.  I wonder if I can find something to sit on?"   Dale begins to search on top of the ridge for a small boulder or stump that could serve as a stool.
Title: Sayer ain't the only scribe!
Post by: Wildfire on January 27, 2006, 08:50:42 AM
Even from across the river Dale can see the steep road that leads up to Goldleaf Ridge. Next to the copse of brilliant trees, the leaves of which are a white gold in this time of sythus, is The Temple of Open Skies.

Few, if any, people have been seen walking the road to that part of town. It is indeed a quiet place with an unspoken sacredness and majesty.

The morning is, as always, laced with mist but it is quickly burning off as Kossuth rises amidst the tumbling fair weather clouds. The sounds of the birds are a sure reminder that the warmer weather of brak is arriving quickly. The breeze coming off of the mountains blows the scent of sythus flowers through the river valley.