You remove a pink rose crested vultite tower shield from in your mane weapon harness. You hear your own faint thoughts echoing in your head:
"Hmmm... suddenly rather dark too." A sudden gust makes the snow dance and swirl around you. [Icemule Trace, Exterior]
Gravel has been strewn over the earthen pathway to provide better footing. What appears to be an odd discoloration of the wall is, upon closer inspection, the by-product of the birds who have been nesting in the mouth of a gargoyle protruding from the top of the wall.
Obvious paths: east, northwest The black cloud descends into the treetops and out of sight, and after a moment, the strange, piercing voices are underscored by the creaking, sonorous groans of ancient wood. You hear your own faint thoughts echoing in your head:
"Hmmm... I think something crashed." [Icemule Trace, Exterior]
Rising above the pathway which skirts the town are the blades of a windmill, which forms the southwestern corner of the town's wall. The dark wood of the blades, as they turn to catch the wind, provides a sharp contrast to the light grey stone of the wall. You also see a snow-covered path.
Obvious paths: south, southeast You hear the faint thoughts of Evelith echo in your mind:
"Did anyone see which direction?" [Icemule Trace, Forest]
The air is still, heavy with the closeness of the spruce and fir trees. The movement of a bird or squirrel high above in the trees sends a cascade of snow from the upper branches down onto the path. You also see a wiry-branched holly tree spirit.
Obvious paths: north, south, west You hear the faint thoughts of Artha echo in your mind:
"Towards the timberline, mayhap?" You blink. A wiry-branched holly tree spirit whistles a soft, malicious tune!
A wiry-branched holly tree spirit gestures mystically!
A wiry-branched holly tree spirit seems to blend into the surroundings better. You chant a reverent litany, clasping your hands while focusing upon the Prayer of Holding spell...
You gesture at a wiry-branched holly tree spirit.
Warding failed!
A wiry-branched holly tree spirit shudders in mid-stride then suddenly ceases all movement. You hear your own faint thoughts echoing in your head:
"There are holly tree spirits out the South Gate!" You hear the faint thoughts of Evelith echo in your mind:
"Mhmm." A wiry-branched holly tree spirit just arrived. The sky is full of billowing snowflakes. A wiry-branched holly tree spirit whistles a soft, malicious tune! You chant a reverent litany, clasping your hands while focusing upon the Prayer of Holding spell...
You gesture at a wiry-branched holly tree spirit.
Warding failed!
A wiry-branched holly tree spirit shudders in mid-stride then suddenly ceases all movement. A rabid squirrel scampers in! look spir
You see a fairly typical holly tree spirit. It appears to be an "undead" creature.
It appears to be in good shape.
It appears to be frozen in place.
It appears to be calmed.
It has nothing at this time. Lady Evelith's group just arrived. Evelith glances at a wiry-branched holly tree spirit. You say, "I have them bound." A wiry-branched holly tree spirit just arrived. Ilvane glances at a wiry-branched holly tree spirit. You hear the faint thoughts of Evelith echo in your mind:
"Indeed, there are." Billowing gusts of heavy snow buffet your face. You say, "But they are undead." The spirit whispers with a sinister voice carried on the wind!
A wiry-branched holly tree spirit whistles a soft, malicious tune! Ilvane says, "What in the world." You chant a reverent litany, clasping your hands while focusing upon the Prayer of Holding spell...
You gesture at a wiry-branched holly tree spirit.
Warding failed!
A wiry-branched holly tree spirit shudders in mid-stride then suddenly ceases all movement. You hear thousands of voices, each sounding like the crackling of dead leaves as they're carried on the chill winds, "The Black Glade! The Black Glade is come!" The trees surrounding you creak and groan in tortured anguish in reponse. Ilvane blinks. A spindly towering black tree-spirit just arrived. Evelith tilts her head up. The tree-spirit whispers with a sinister voice carried on the wind! A spindly towering black tree-spirit claws at Evelith!
A clean miss. You exclaim, "Black Glade!" The tree-spirit whispers with a sinister voice carried on the wind!
A spindly towering black tree-spirit whistles a soft, malicious tune! You point at a spindly towering black tree-spirit. A spindly towering black tree-spirit gestures at Evelith!
You notice a small cloud form above Evelith. Evelith says, "It- would seem, aye." A spindly towering black tree-spirit whistles a soft, malicious tune!
A spindly towering black tree-spirit just arrived. You notice the storm cloud begin to churn rapidly! A spindly towering black tree-spirit gestures mystically!
A gust of wind tugs at your sleeves. Suddenly, a fierce wind rips through the area, scattering everything in its path and making it difficult to remain standing.
Ilvane is knocked over by the wind!
Evelith is knocked over by the wind!
The wind knocks you off your balance and you fall over.
Your arms are forced down to your sides!
A kobold is knocked over by the wind.
The wind scatters the cloud.
The wind then subsides. A spindly towering black tree-spirit whistles a soft, malicious tune! Evelith says, "Well, then." A red-thorned black vine just arrived. The tree-spirit whispers with a sinister voice carried on the wind!
A spindly towering black tree-spirit claws at Evelith!
... and hits for 33 points of damage!
Blow to back cracks several vertebrae. The tree-spirit whispers with a sinister voice carried on the wind!
A spindly towering black tree-spirit gestures mystically!
A spindly towering black tree-spirit seems to blend into the surroundings better. Ilvane says, "Hmm." A kobold shakes her head and blinks a few times before scrambling back to her feet.
You stand back up.
Ilvane stands up. The tree-spirit whispers with a sinister voice carried on the wind!
A spindly towering black tree-spirit claws at you!
A clean miss.
A spindly towering black tree-spirit claws at you!
A clean miss. Evelith stands up. A red-thorned black vine suddenly flails about wildly with surprising speed!
Dozens of long thorns suddenly grow out from the ground underneath Evelith! Several of the thorns jab into her!
... hits for 17 points of damage!
... 40 points of damage!
Strike punctures thigh and shatters femur!
Evelith screams and falls to the ground grasping her mangled left leg!
She is stunned!
... hits for 37 points of damage!
... 30 points of damage!
Well aimed strike shatters bone in right arm!
Evelith drops dead at your feet.drops dead at your feet.
A red-thorned black vine twists about in vegetable ecstasy! The tree-spirit whispers with a sinister voice carried on the wind!
A spindly towering black tree-spirit whistles a soft, malicious tune!
The tree-spirit whispers with a sinister voice carried on the wind!
A spindly towering black tree-spirit whistles a soft, malicious tune! You say, "Not friendly." A red-thorned black vine stabs at a rabid squirrel with its stinger!
... and hits for 43 points of damage!
Neck skewered, sliding past the throat and spine! That looks painful.
The rabid squirrel twitches its tail one last time and dies.
A red-thorned black vine twists about in vegetable ecstasy! The tree-spirit whispers with a sinister voice carried on the wind!
A spindly towering black tree-spirit gestures at you!
Warded off! A spindly towering black tree-spirit gestures mystically!
A deep blue glow surrounds a spindly towering black tree-spirit. A thorn-vined willow tree spirit just arrived. You concentrate intently, focusing all your energies.
With instinctive motions, you weave to and fro striking with deliberate and unrelenting fury!
You swing a glossy black eonake ball and chain at a thorn-vined willow tree spirit!
... and hit for 27 points of damage!
Quick strike rips left arm open!
To your dismay it quickly closes on its own.
You swing a glossy black eonake ball and chain at a red-thorned black vine!
... and hit for 49 points of damage!
Grazing blow to the stomach.
Your flurry of strikes leaves you off-balance and out of position. A red-thorned black vine stabs at you with its stinger!
A clean miss. The tree-spirit whispers with a sinister voice carried on the wind!
A spindly towering black tree-spirit whistles a soft, malicious tune!
The tree-spirit whispers with a sinister voice carried on the wind!
A spindly towering black tree-spirit claws at you!
A clean miss. A thorn-vined willow tree spirit swings its thorny vines at Ilvane!
A clean miss. A red-thorned black vine suddenly flails about wildly with surprising speed!
Dozens of long thorns suddenly grow out from the ground underneath Ilvane! Several of the thorns jab into her!
... hits for 31 points of damage!
... 40 points of damage!
Strike punctures thigh and shatters femur!
Ilvane screams and falls to the ground grasping her mangled right leg!
She is stunned!
... hits for 39 points of damage!
... 40 points of damage!
Strike to abdomen skewers Ilvane quite nicely!
Ilvane drops dead at your feet.drops dead at your feet.drops dead at your feet.drops dead at your feet!
A red-thorned black vine twists about in vegetable ecstasy! A wiry-branched holly tree spirit just arrived. A spindly towering black tree-spirit gestures mystically!
A gust of wind tugs at your sleeves. Suddenly, a fierce wind rips through the area, scattering everything in its path and making it difficult to remain standing.
The wind knocks you off your balance and you fall over.
Your arms are forced down to your sides!
A rabid squirrel is knocked over by the wind.
A red-thorned black vine is knocked over by the wind.
A kobold is knocked over by the wind.
The wind then subsides. A spindly towering black tree-spirit tries to ensnare you!
... and hits for 6 points of damage!
Slight leg hold. A red-thorned black vine just arrived. A thorn-vined willow tree spirit swings its thorny vines at you!
A clean miss. The spirit whispers with a sinister voice carried on the wind!
A wiry-branched holly tree spirit whistles a soft, malicious tune!
A spindly towering black tree-spirit whistles a soft, malicious tune!
A spindly towering black tree-spirit whistles a soft, malicious tune! A thorn-vined willow tree spirit swings its thorny vines at you!
A clean miss. A red-thorned black vine stabs at you with its stinger!
... and hits for 1 point of damage!
Tap to the arm pricks some interest but not much else. A wiry-branched holly tree spirit gestures mystically!
A deep blue glow surrounds a wiry-branched holly tree spirit. A spindly towering black tree-spirit gestures at you!
You notice a small cloud form above you. The tree-spirit whispers with a sinister voice carried on the wind!
A spindly towering black tree-spirit gestures at you!
You notice a small cloud form above you. You reach down and tenderly cradle Ilvane's lifeless hand in yours. A thorn-vined willow tree spirit whistles a soft, malicious tune!
A spindly towering black tree-spirit just arrived. You reach down and tenderly cradle Evelith's lifeless hand in yours. A kobold points at the churning cloud and screams, "Blaargh! Run fur ye life!" The kobold flails her arms about wildly while looking for an exit.
A kobold shakes her head and blinks a few times before scrambling back to her feet. You hear the ghostly voice of Evelith say, "Take care, miss. Those clouds." A red-thorned black vine stabs at you with its stinger!
... and hits for 1 point of damage!
Strikes a fingernail.
Bet you'll lose it now. As a red-thorned black vine hits you, one of the thorns explodes in a ball of flame!
... 40 points of damage!
Neck consumed in flame and charred to a crisp.
A white glow rushes away from you.
It seems you have died, my friend. Although you cannot do anything, you are keenly aware of what is going on around you...
You mentally give a sigh of relief as you remember that the Goddess Lorminstra owes you a favor.
A red-thorned black vine twists about in vegetable ecstasy! The spirit whispers with a sinister voice carried on the wind! A kobold stumbles in, almost tripping and falling to the ground! Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came. A kobold points at the churning cloud and screams, "Blaargh! Run fur ye life!" The kobold flails his arms about wildly while looking for an exit.
A kobold hurries south. The spirit whispers with a sinister voice carried on the wind!
The tree-spirit whispers with a sinister voice carried on the wind!
A red-thorned black vine whips itself upright. You say, "Darn." Ilvane gives a ghostly chuckle. You notice the storm cloud begin to churn rapidly!
You notice the storm cloud begin to churn rapidly! You say, "Not fast enouogh." A red-thorned black vine heads west.
The spirit whispers with a sinister voice carried on the wind!
The tree-spirit whispers with a sinister voice carried on the wind!
A red-thorned black vine heads south. You say, "I tried." ***Lot of trees running in and out, casting clouds*** A heavy snow falls, sculpting everything into round white curves. You send a wave of energy toward Ilvane. It coalesces around her body and then seeps in leaving a glow that strengthens the bond between body and spirit. You send a wave of energy toward Evelith. It coalesces around her body and then seeps in leaving a glow that strengthens the bond between body and spirit. You concentrate and sense the power of the Symbol of Preservation well up within you and cover your body in a warm glow. The cloud rumbles with thunder...
The cloud rumbles with thunder... You hear the ghostly voice of Evelith say, "Thank you, Ilvane." You say, "Was me." The cloud rumbles with thunder...
The cloud rumbles with thunder...
A spindly towering black tree-spirit just arrived. The ghostly laughter of Ilvane echoes through the room, sending a shiver down your spine. The cloud rumbles with thunder...
The cloud rumbles with thunder... You hear the ghostly voice of Evelith say, "Ah, thank you miss." ***Lot more trees running around casting, even though we three were all already dead*** The cloud rumbles with thunder...
The cloud rumbles with thunder... A sudden gust makes the snow dance and swirl around you. You hear the ghostly voice of Ilvane ask, "You would think the kobolds would fight, no?" Ilvane gives a ghostly chuckle. The cloud rumbles with thunder...
The cloud rumbles with thunder... Evelith gives a ghostly chuckle. You say, "They are too scaredy." A thorn-vined willow tree spirit just arrived. A kobold points at the dark cloud and screams, "Blaargh! Run fur ye life!" The kobold flails her arms about wildly while looking for an exit.
A kobold hurries south. The cloud rumbles with thunder...
The cloud rumbles with thunder... You hear the ghostly voice of Ilvane say, "At least they are amusing." The cloud rumbles with thunder...
The cloud rumbles with thunder... A voice booms across the forest, its tone hollow and dead, "Let your rage flow forth, my brethren, let it empower you! No longer shall you be mere harmless resources to the fleshlings! Let my taint spread through your roots!" You ask, "where are people?" The cloud rumbles with thunder...
The cloud rumbles with thunder... A stunted oak tree spirit just arrived. The cloud rumbles with thunder...
The cloud rumbles with thunder... You say, "Ah, I think they are angry about being cut down." A rabid squirrel scampers around on Evelith's lifeless corpse while making maniacal clucking noises! The cloud rumbles with thunder...
The cloud rumbles with thunder... You hear the ghostly voice of Evelith say, "The Black Glade." You hear the ghostly voice of Ilvane say, "I don't like the sound of that." You exclaim, "Goodness, talking trees!" Ilvane gives a ghostly chuckle. A sudden gust makes the snow dance and swirl around you. The cloud rumbles with thunder...
The cloud rumbles with thunder... You hear the ghostly voice of Evelith ask, "I've never heard of it, honestly. Have either of you?" The trees around you suddenly creak and groan in tortured anguish as a group of tree spirits fade into view! The ghostly laughter of Ilvane echoes through the room, sending a shiver down your spine. You hear the ghostly voice of Ilvane say, "Oh my." A quiet wind disperses the dark cloud.
A quiet wind disperses the dark cloud. A massive towering tree-spirit runs north. [Icemule Trace, Forest]
The air is still, heavy with the closeness of the spruce and fir trees. The movement of a bird or squirrel high above in the trees sends a cascade of snow from the upper branches down onto the path. You also see a rabid squirrel, a rabid squirrel, a rabid squirrel, a spindly towering black tree-spirit, a stunted oak tree spirit, a spindly towering black tree-spirit, a wiry-branched holly tree spirit, a wiry-branched holly tree spirit that appears to be frozen in place, a wiry-branched holly tree spirit that appears to be frozen in place and a wiry-branched holly tree spirit that appears to be frozen in place.
Also here: the body of Lady Ilvane who is lying down, the body of Lady Evelith who is lying down A stunted oak tree spirit just arrived. You hear the ghostly voice of Evelith say, "I can't imagine they enjoy being cut down, aye." You say, "The ones I bound are still frozen in place." You exclaim, "I must be more powerful than I thought!" A stunted oak tree spirit runs west. Evelith gives a ghostly chortle. You hear the ghostly voice of Ilvane ask, "Stunted?" Ilvane gives a ghostly chuckle. Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came. A burnt and twisted tree spirit just arrived. You say, "It didn't get enough soil as a youth." You hear the ghostly voice of Ilvane say, "I shouldn't laugh at them, they have enough pain it seems." Ilvane gives a ghostly chuckle. ***More trees running in and out and casting like wildmen*** You hear the ghostly voice of Ilvane say, "You know, for Artha's big mouth I don't see him out here fighting." The ghostly laughter of Ilvane echoes through the room, sending a shiver down your spine. You say, "Hmmm... if ye lose preservation, tell me." You say, "I don't think anyone is coming for us right away." You hear the ghostly voice of Ilvane say, "I would say so, too many here." A group of halfling guardsman storm into the area, their spears held high! A stout halfling guard hurls itself at a kobold and connects!
Success!
A stout halfling guard pins a kobold to the ground! A squat halfling man-at-arms thrusts with a fur-wrapped short spear at a wiry-branched holly tree spirit!
... and hits for 34 points of damage! You hear the ghostly voice of Evelith say, "I wonder if they've pressed closer to the South Gate and if so, how close." You hear the ghostly voice of Evelith exclaim, "Ooh, huzzah!" A stout halfling guard thrusts with a fur-wrapped short spear at a rabid squirrel!
... and hits for 82 points of damage!
Beautiful shot pierces both lungs, the rabid squirrel makes a wheezing noise, and drops dead!
The rabid squirrel twitches its tail one last time and dies. A stout halfling guard grins sharply and exclaims something in Halfling. A massive towering tree-spirit just arrived. You exclaim, "Yay, here come the halflings!" A squat halfling man-at-arms thrusts with a fur-wrapped short spear at a rabid squirrel!
... and hits for 94 points of damage!
Shot shatters shoulder and severs right arm!
The rabid squirrel chitters as it slumps to the ground and licks at its wounded right foreleg.
The rabid squirrel twitches its tail one last time and dies. A squat halfling man-at-arms thrusts with a fur-wrapped short spear at a spindly towering black tree-spirit!
A clean miss. A stout halfling guard thrusts with a fur-wrapped short spear at a massive towering tree-spirit!
A clean miss. A stout halfling guard thrusts with a fur-wrapped short spear at a massive towering tree-spirit!
A clean miss. A kobold shakes his head and blinks a few times before scrambling back to his feet. The ghostly laughter of Ilvane echoes through the room, sending a shiver down your spine. You hear the ghostly voice of Evelith say, "Not the squirrels." Evelith gives a ghostly chortle. A squat halfling man-at-arms thrusts with a fur-wrapped short spear at a rabid squirrel!
... and hits for 129 points of damage!
Perfect strike to abdomen. The rabid squirrel howls in pain and drops quite dead!
The rabid squirrel twitches its tail one last time and dies. A squat halfling man-at-arms hurls itself at a rabid squirrel and connects!
Success!
A squat halfling man-at-arms pins a rabid squirrel to the ground! A stout halfling guard thrusts with a fur-wrapped short spear at a rabid squirrel!
... and hits for 86 points of damage!
Shot shatters shoulder and severs left arm!
The rabid squirrel chitters as it licks at its wounded left foreleg.
The rabid squirrel twitches its tail one last time and dies.
A stout halfling guard grins sharply and exclaims something in Halfling. A squat halfling man-at-arms thrusts with a fur-wrapped short spear at a spindly towering black tree-spirit!
... and hits for 10 points of damage!
Misjudged timing.
Strike barely catches the towering black tree-spirit in the back! A white-clad halfling medic hurls itself at a rabid squirrel and connects!
Success!
A white-clad halfling medic pins a rabid squirrel to the ground! A squat halfling man-at-arms thrusts with a fur-wrapped short spear at a rabid squirrel!
... and hits for 96 points of damage!
Strike to wrist severs left hand quite neatly!
The rabid squirrel chitters as it licks at its wounded left claw.
The rabid squirrel twitches its tail one last time and dies. A squat halfling man-at-arms stands up. A stout halfling guard thrusts with a fur-wrapped short spear at a spindly towering black tree-spirit!
A clean miss. You say, "Well, no one said they were bright." You say, "Just brave." A white-clad halfling medic stands up. You notice a kobold botch an attempt at concealing himself. The kobold mumbles and kicks the ground in disgust! A squat halfling man-at-arms flips his short spear up into the air and catches it competently! The ghostly laughter of Ilvane echoes through the room, sending a shiver down your spine. A stout halfling guard hurls itself at a wiry-branched holly tree spirit and connects!
Failed!
A stout halfling guard fails to bring a wiry-branched holly tree spirit down! A stout halfling guard thrusts with a fur-wrapped short spear at a massive towering tree-spirit!
A clean miss. You say, "Looks like they forget their blessed weapons." You sigh softly, your ghostly voice a mere breath on the wind. A white-clad halfling medic swings a fur-wrapped steel dagger at a rabid squirrel!
... and hits for 44 points of damage!
Well placed shot pierces knee, that hurt!
The rabid squirrel twitches its tail one last time and dies. A squat halfling man-at-arms thrusts with a fur-wrapped short spear at a massive towering tree-spirit!
A clean miss. A stout halfling guard stands up.
A stout halfling guard thrusts with a fur-wrapped short spear at a kobold!
... and hits for 47 points of damage!
Beautiful shot pierces skull! Amazing the kobold wasn't killed outright!
The kobold crumples to a heap on the ground and dies. A thick flurry of snowflakes drifts down from the grey skies. A massive towering tree-spirit just arrived. You hear the ghostly voice of Evelith say, "Oo, that one. That one is massive." A squat halfling man-at-arms hurls itself at a stunted oak tree spirit and connects!
Success!
A squat halfling man-at-arms pins a stunted oak tree spirit to the ground!
A squat halfling man-at-arms thrusts with a fur-wrapped short spear at a stunted oak tree spirit!
... and hits for 76 points of damage!
Brutal assault cuts a swath through the torso!
Fortunately for the oak tree spirit, it doesn't need lungs. A stout halfling guard thrusts with a fur-wrapped short spear at a stunted oak tree spirit!
... and hits for 17 points of damage!
Large gash to the right arm seals as strike passes through. A stout halfling guard thrusts with a fur-wrapped short spear at a stunted oak tree spirit!
... and hits for 2 points of damage!
A weak tap grazes the left ankle.
Feeling nervous yet? A stout halfling guard thrusts with a fur-wrapped short spear at a massive towering tree-spirit!
A clean miss. You say, "The stunted ones are more halfling size." A white-clad halfling medic hurls itself at a rabid squirrel and connects!
Success!
A white-clad halfling medic pins a rabid squirrel to the ground! A squat halfling man-at-arms stands up. A stout halfling guard thrusts with a fur-wrapped short spear at a rabid squirrel!
... and hits for 82 points of damage!
Powerful slash!
The rabid squirrel's right leg is severed at the knee!
The rabid squirrel twitches its tail one last time and dies.
A stout halfling guard grins sharply and exclaims something in Halfling. A squat halfling man-at-arms thrusts with a fur-wrapped short spear at a wiry-branched holly tree spirit!
... and hits for 74 points of damage!
A squat halfling man-at-arms thrusts with a fur-wrapped short spear at a wiry-branched holly tree spirit!
... and hits for 47 points of damage!
Strong smash to the right hand!
The holly tree spirit quails and sinks momentarily as its right hand reforms before your eyes. A stout halfling guard thrusts with a fur-wrapped short spear at a thorn-vined willow tree spirit!
A clean miss.
A stout halfling guard flips his short spear up into the air and catches it competently! A squat halfling man-at-arms hurls itself at a massive towering tree-spirit and connects!
Failed!
A squat halfling man-at-arms fails to bring a massive towering tree-spirit down!
A squat halfling man-at-arms thrusts with a fur-wrapped short spear at a massive towering tree-spirit!
A clean miss. A white-clad halfling medic snatches up a reinforced shield!
A white-clad halfling medic swings a fur-wrapped steel dagger at a massive towering tree-spirit!
A clean miss. A squat halfling man-at-arms thrusts with a fur-wrapped short spear at a thorn-vined willow tree spirit!
A clean miss. A stout halfling guard thrusts with a fur-wrapped short spear at a wiry-branched holly tree spirit!
... and hits for 2 points of damage!
Did that even connect?
Nope, that was just wind damage. A white-clad halfling medic swings a fur-wrapped steel dagger at a massive towering tree-spirit!
A clean miss. A squat halfling man-at-arms hurls itself at a kobold and connects!
Success!
A squat halfling man-at-arms hammers a kobold to the ground!
Stunned for 1 rounds!
A squat halfling man-at-arms thrusts with a fur-wrapped short spear at a kobold!
... and hits for 133 points of damage!
Terrible slash to the kobold's side!
Entrails spill out, onto the ground!
Death can be SO messy.
The kobold cries out in pain one last time and dies.
A squat halfling man-at-arms grins sharply and exclaims something in Halfling. A stout halfling guard thrusts with a fur-wrapped short spear at a thorn-vined willow tree spirit!
A clean miss. Leaves rustle and branches sway menacingly, as a wiry-branched holly tree spirit suddenly emerges from the surrounding cover. ***More battling between the halfling troops and the trees*** Ilvane giggles eerily. A squat halfling man-at-arms thrusts with a fur-wrapped short spear at a thorn-vined willow tree spirit!
... and hits for 16 points of damage!
Flashy attack passes through the side of the neck.
Ethereal fluids spray forth and quickly vanish into vapor! The trees creak and groan in tortured anguish all around you. You hear the ghostly voice of Ilvane say, "Oh my." You hear the ghostly voice of Evelith say, "Aye." You say, "Hmmm..." The sky is full of billowing snowflakes. You hear the ghostly voice of Ilvane say, "Maybe I shouldn't have insulted the tree spirits earlier." Evelith gives a ghostly chuckle. ***More battling between the halfling troops and the trees*** A white-clad halfling medic glances over at a wiry-branched holly tree spirit with a smirk and says something in Halfling. Valqon just arrived. A white-clad halfling medic glances over at a wiry-branched holly tree spirit with a smirk and says something in Halfling. A voice booms across the forest, its tone hollow and dead, "Yes! Crunch their bones! Let their blood stain the ground and sustain my roots! Crush the soft fleshlings and be FREE!" ***More battling between Halflings and trees*** Valqon says, "theo needs a flask at the patch" A wiry-branched holly tree spirit gestures mystically!
A gust of wind tugs at your sleeves. Suddenly, a fierce wind rips through the area, scattering everything in its path and making it difficult to remain standing.
Valqon is knocked over by the wind!
The wind then subsides. A wiry-branched holly tree spirit gestures at Valqon!
The ground beneath Valqon begins to boil violently!
Fiery debris explodes from the ground!
... 25 points of damage!
Strong blow to left leg breaks it!
He is stunned!
... 25 points of damage!
Flames burn neck into a bubbling mass of flesh. Forget lunch.
... 5 points of damage!
Minor burns to right arm. That hurts a bit.
The ground then quickly cools. You hear the ghostly voice of Evelith say, "Oh dear." You hear the ghostly voice of Evelith say, "Valqon.." A wiry-branched holly tree spirit gestures at Valqon!
The ground beneath Valqon begins to boil violently!
Fiery debris explodes from the ground!
... 20 points of damage!
Good blow to left arm!
... 30 points of damage!
Flames cook Valqon's back. Looks about medium well.
... 25 points of damage!
Flames burn hole in chest exposing ribs!
The ground then quickly cools. Valqon stands up.
Valqon just went north. You hear the ghostly voice of Ilvane say, "Oh dear." You hear the ghostly voice of Evelith say, "That was close." You say, "Hmmm.." ***More battling between Halflings and trees*** A cloud of dense silvery fog suddenly appears. The fog quickly dissipates to reveal Iscikella. A stout halfling guard glances over at a wiry-branched holly tree spirit with a smirk and says something in Halfling. A stunted oak tree spirit tries to ensnare Iscikella!
A clean miss. A massive towering tree-spirit just arrived. Iscikella draws an intricately glowing pattern in the air before her.
A rabid squirrel is not affected by the pattern.
Warding failed!
A massive towering tree-spirit lets out a scream of terror.
Warding failed!
A wiry-branched holly tree spirit lets out a blood curdling scream.
A wiry-branched holly tree spirit vanishes in a brisk wind that rips through the trees!
A rabid squirrel is not affected by the pattern.
A rabid squirrel is not affected by the pattern.
Warding failed!
A wiry-branched holly tree spirit lets out a blood curdling scream.
A wiry-branched holly tree spirit vanishes in a brisk wind that rips through the trees!
Warding failed!
A stunted oak tree spirit lets out a blood curdling scream.
A stunted oak tree spirit vanishes in a brisk wind that rips through the trees!
Warding failed!
A wiry-branched holly tree spirit lets out a blood curdling scream.
A wiry-branched holly tree spirit vanishes in a brisk wind that rips through the trees!
A white-clad halfling medic is not affected by the pattern.
A white-clad halfling medic is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A stout halfling guard is not affected by the pattern.
A stout halfling guard is not affected by the pattern.
A stout halfling guard is not affected by the pattern.
A stout halfling guard is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A stout halfling guard is not affected by the pattern.
Warding failed!
A wiry-branched holly tree spirit lets out a blood curdling scream.
A wiry-branched holly tree spirit vanishes in a brisk wind that rips through the trees!
Warding failed!
A wiry-branched holly tree spirit lets out a blood curdling scream.
A wiry-branched holly tree spirit vanishes in a brisk wind that rips through the trees!
Warding failed!
A wiry-branched holly tree spirit lets out a blood curdling scream.
A wiry-branched holly tree spirit vanishes in a brisk wind that rips through the trees! A squat halfling man-at-arms glances over at a rabid squirrel with a smirk and says something in Halfling. ***More battling between the Halflings and the trees*** Iscikella draws an intricately glowing pattern in the air before her.
Warding failed!
A wiry-branched holly tree spirit lets out a blood curdling scream.
A wiry-branched holly tree spirit vanishes in a brisk wind that rips through the trees!
Warding failed!
A wiry-branched holly tree spirit lets out a blood curdling scream.
A wiry-branched holly tree spirit vanishes in a brisk wind that rips through the trees!
A rabid squirrel is not affected by the pattern.
Warding failed!
A massive towering tree-spirit lets out a scream of terror.
A rabid squirrel is not affected by the pattern.
A rabid squirrel is not affected by the pattern.
A white-clad halfling medic is not affected by the pattern.
A white-clad halfling medic is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A stout halfling guard is not affected by the pattern.
A stout halfling guard is not affected by the pattern.
A stout halfling guard is not affected by the pattern.
A stout halfling guard is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A stout halfling guard is not affected by the pattern. The sky is full of billowing snowflakes. Iscikella draws an intricately glowing pattern in the air before her.
Warding failed!
A stunted oak tree spirit lets out a blood curdling scream.
A stunted oak tree spirit vanishes in a brisk wind that rips through the trees!
A rabid squirrel is not affected by the pattern.
Warding failed!
A massive towering tree-spirit lets out a blood curdling scream.
A massive towering tree-spirit vanishes in a brisk wind that rips through the trees!
A rabid squirrel is not affected by the pattern.
A rabid squirrel is not affected by the pattern.
A white-clad halfling medic is not affected by the pattern.
A white-clad halfling medic is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A stout halfling guard is not affected by the pattern.
A stout halfling guard is not affected by the pattern.
A stout halfling guard is not affected by the pattern.
A stout halfling guard is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A stout halfling guard is not affected by the pattern. You hear the ghostly voice of Evelith say, "Ah, miss, be careful of the cloud." You hear the rumbling of thunder as the cloud turns an ominous dark hue! Lady Iscikella just went west. You hear the ghostly voice of Ilvane exclaim, "Watch for the cloud!" The cloud rumbles with thunder... The ghostly laughter of Ilvane echoes through the room, sending a shiver down your spine. You hear the ghostly voice of Ilvane say, "Oh my." The cloud rumbles with thunder... Suddenly you have the strangest feeling that you are being watched.
The feeling fades as quickly as it came. ***More battling by the Halflings, during which they same to kill more squirrels and kobolds than trees*** A kobold points at the dark cloud and screams, "Blaargh! Run fur ye life!" The kobold flails her arms about wildly while looking for an exit.
A kobold hurries west. You hear the ghostly voice of Ilvane exclaim, "Not the squirrels and kobolds, the trees!" A white-clad halfling medic glances down at you with a slightly concerned expression on his face. A stout halfling guard thrusts with a fur-wrapped short spear at a wiry-branched holly tree spirit!
A clean miss.
A stout halfling guard stands up. A white-clad halfling medic hurls itself at a massive towering tree-spirit and connects!
Failed!
A white-clad halfling medic fails to bring a massive towering tree-spirit down! You say, "Well, this is the strangest thing." The dark cloud begins to dissipate.
A quiet wind disperses the dark cloud. Lady Iscikella just arrived. A thorn-vined willow tree spirit gestures at Iscikella!
The ground beneath Iscikella begins to boil violently!
Iscikella dodges out of the way!
The ground then quickly cools. A stout halfling guard glances over at a spindly towering black tree-spirit with a smirk and says something in Halfling. Iscikella draws an intricately glowing pattern in the air before her.
A rabid squirrel is not affected by the pattern.
A red-thorned black vine is not affected by the pattern.
Warding failed!
A spindly towering black tree-spirit lets out a blood curdling scream.
A spindly towering black tree-spirit vanishes in a brisk wind that rips through the trees!
Warding failed!
A thorn-vined willow tree spirit lets out a blood curdling scream.
A thorn-vined willow tree spirit drops its thorny vines.
A thorn-vined willow tree spirit vanishes in a brisk wind that rips through the trees!
A white-clad halfling medic is not affected by the pattern.
A white-clad halfling medic is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A stout halfling guard is not affected by the pattern.
A stout halfling guard is not affected by the pattern.
A stout halfling guard is not affected by the pattern.
A stout halfling guard is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A stout halfling guard is not affected by the pattern. Ilvane gives a ghostly chuckle. You hear the ghostly voice of Ilvane exclaim, "Nice dodging!" Iscikella reaches down and tenderly cradles Ilvane's lifeless hand in hers.
Iscikella reaches down and tenderly cradles Evelith's lifeless hand in hers. A voice booms across the forest, its tone hollow and dead, "Let your agony be theirs! Cut them down in a slaughter! Twist and break them! Give in to the power of the Black Glade and be free!" Dozens of long thorns suddenly grow out from the ground underneath Iscikella!
Iscikella manages to jump out of the way! Iscikella tried to hold your hand but your group status is closed...
Iscikella's group blurs into a white fog and vanishes! ***More battling between Halflings and trees*** A cloud of dense silvery fog suddenly appears. The fog quickly dissipates to reveal Iscikella. Iscikella reaches down and tenderly cradles your lifeless hand in hers. A stout halfling guard glances over at a wiry-branched holly tree spirit with a smirk and says something in Halfling. A red-thorned black vine stabs at Iscikella with its stinger!
A clean miss. A wiry-branched holly tree spirit tries to ensnare Iscikella!
A clean miss. Iscikella draws an intricately glowing pattern in the air before her.
A kobold is not affected by the pattern.
A red-thorned black vine is not affected by the pattern.
Warding failed!
A stunted oak tree spirit lets out a blood curdling scream.
A stunted oak tree spirit vanishes in a brisk wind that rips through the trees!
Warding failed!
A wiry-branched holly tree spirit lets out a blood curdling scream.
A wiry-branched holly tree spirit vanishes in a brisk wind that rips through the trees!
A rabid squirrel is not affected by the pattern.
Warding failed!
A burnt and twisted tree spirit lets out a blood curdling scream.
A burnt and twisted tree spirit vanishes in a brisk wind that rips through the trees!
A rabid squirrel is not affected by the pattern.
A white-clad halfling medic is not affected by the pattern.
A white-clad halfling medic is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A stout halfling guard is not affected by the pattern.
A stout halfling guard is not affected by the pattern.
A stout halfling guard is not affected by the pattern.
A stout halfling guard is not affected by the pattern.
A squat halfling man-at-arms is not affected by the pattern.
A stout halfling guard is not affected by the pattern. Your surroundings blur into a white fog . . . [Icemule Trace, Ice Garden]
Alpine flowerbeds ring this tucked-away courtyard, their bright colors a feast for the eyes in comparison to the white of all the snow that lies beyond the gate. Tamped snow paths keep footsteps soft in this small haven as travellers make their way to and from the chambers north of here. Centered in a bed of white edelweiss and aromatic purple-flowered calamintha is an ice fountain, its watery spray frozen in a sparkling plume. You also see a small sack and a wrought-iron gate.
Also here: Lady Iscikella, Great Lady Kudra, the body of Lady Evelith who is lying down, the body of Lady Ilvane who is lying down, Stilitryck
Obvious paths: north Ilvane giggles eerily. You hear the ghostly voice of Evelith say, "Hello, miss." You hear the ghostly voice of Ilvane say, "Hello Kudra, long time no see." Kudra says, "hi there" A thick flurry of snowflakes drifts down from the grey skies. Iscikella says, "Kudra, they are preserved. I will heal them up." Iscikella asks, "Could ye maybe raise one?" Iscikella meditates over Evelith.
Iscikella takes Evelith's right arm damage. Iscikella meditates over Evelith.
Iscikella screams and falls to the ground grasping her mangled left leg!
Iscikella takes Evelith's left leg damage. Iscikella meditates over Evelith.
Iscikella takes Evelith's back damage. You hear the ghostly voice of Evelith say, "I would appreciate life's breath, and thank you for the healing touch Iscikella." (Iscikella rubs her stump.) Iscikella says, "I hate that." Iscikella mutters under her breath. Kudra asks, "u want raising here then?" Iscikella says, "Welcome, Evelith." A heavy snow falls, sculpting everything into round white curves. Kudra says, "gotta mind tho as they are at the gate now" You hear the ghostly voice of Evelith say, "I do, please." Ilvane's body suddenly grows darker.
Evelith's body suddenly grows darker.
You feel the preservation on your spirit fade. Iscikella put a razor-sharp rolaren falchion in her tooled-leather harness.
Iscikella removes a pale purple glaes flask from in her spidersilk skirt. Iscikella forces Evelith's mouth open, and pours in a small amount from her purple glaes flask.
A luminescent web briefly forms around Evelith, then fades into the body. Iscikella forces Ilvane's mouth open, and pours in a small amount from her purple glaes flask.
A luminescent web briefly forms around Ilvane, then fades into the body. Iscikella forces your mouth open, and pours in a small amount from her purple glaes flask.
You feel a tingle on your soul, as if a powerful hand is gently cradling it. You hear the ghostly voice of Evelith say, "Thank you." Iscikella put a pale purple glaes flask in her spidersilk skirt. Kudra raises a hand while murmuring a soft orison...
Kudra gestures at Evelith.
A silvery translucent thread extends from Kudra encompassing Evelith's corpse. Iscikella nods. Iscikella put a gleaming eonake tower shield in her tooled-leather harness. You hear the ghostly voice of Ilvane say, "Oh, we won't be going anywhere for a while." Ilvane giggles eerily. Kudra gestures at Evelith.
Kudra suddenly looks very drained.
A bolt of soft white light streaks down from the sky bathing Evelith in it.
A brilliant glow forms around Evelith, lingers for a moment, and finally fades.
Evelith awakens looking somewhat confused and seriously drained.
Evelith seems slightly different. Iscikella moves to a kneeling position. Billowing gusts of heavy snow buffet your face. Littleheart came through a wrought-iron gate. Iscikella meditates over Ilvane.
Iscikella takes Ilvane's right leg damage. Iscikella meditates over Ilvane.
Iscikella takes Ilvane's abdomen damage. Littleheart softly says, "oh my" Iscikella says, "There are mutant trees outside the South Gate." Ilvane gives a ghostly chuckle. Iscikella says, "Undead trees." Evelith breathes in slightly. Evelith says, "Thank you." Evelith nods to you. Littleheart nods. Evelith nods to Iscikella. You hear the ghostly voice of Ilvane say, "Watch out for the unhappy trees." Evelith nods to Kudra. Kudra says, "welcomes" You say, "Welcome." Evelith says, "All of you." Evelith sits up. Stilitryck asks, "Need My help?" Evelith faces Iscikella, closes her eyes and begins chanting. Suddenly, a small bolt of energy arcs between them!
Evelith opens her eyes, looking slightly drained. Evelith removes some acantha leaf from in her leather backpack.
Iscikella meditates over Evelith.
Iscikella takes all of Evelith's blood loss. A thick flurry of snowflakes drifts down from the grey skies. Evelith takes a bite of her acantha leaf.
Nothing happens. Iscikella murmurs a simple, mystical chant...
Iscikella concentrates.
Iscikella looks a little better. Evelith chuckles. Evelith says, "Thank you." Evelith put some acantha leaf in her leather backpack. Iscikella says, "Sure, but we need a few more clerics in here." Lord Irken just arrived. Irken softly asks, "need mana stili?" Kudra kneels down and begins to meditate. Stilitryck says, "I am Ok, Just don't know who to heal" Iscikella points at you. Irken softly asks, "how about you Iscikella?" Irken softly asks, "mana?" Stilitryck meditates over you.
Stilitryck takes your neck damage. Iscikella says, "I'm good. Thank ye, Irken." Stilitryck meditates over you.
Stilitryck takes all of your blood loss. Iscikella smiles at Irken. Irken softly says, "okay" Irken softly says, "lots of dead in tc to" You say, "I bet." Billowing gusts of heavy snow buffet your face. Ilvane gives a ghostly chuckle. You exclaim, "Those trees are mad!" Evelith says, "Mm." Evelith says, "They want revenge." Iscikella says, "Well, I warned about cutting trees." Iscikella says, "I tried to rededicate the forest." You hear the ghostly voice of Ilvane say, "We didn't have a choice, though." Iscikella says, "But guess wasn't enough." Irken softly says, "wonder if I can cast spells out of the towers" Hanavon asks, "Who shall I raise?" Iscikella says, "Bolt spells." Iscikella nods to Irken. You hear the ghostly voice of Ilvane say, "Get Noonee." Hanavon says, "OK" You hear the ghostly voice of Ilvane say, "She's a cleric, I can wait." The sky all around is white with falling snow. Hanavon raises a hand while murmuring a soft orison...
Hanavon gestures at you.
A silvery translucent thread extends from Hanavon encompassing you.
You sense the warmth and comfort of salvation. ***Lots of healing going on*** Irken softly says, "sorcerer's don't use bolt spells" Irken chuckles. Iscikella says, "Well, only type that works that I know of." Iscikella grins at Irken. Evelith says, "I am going to attempt to help in the ballistas." Evelith stands up. Hanavon raises a hand while murmuring a soft orison...
Hanavon gestures at you.
Hanavon suddenly looks very drained.
You feel a sudden jolt of nothing short of the raw power of divine intervention. For some reason, you cannot bring yourself to move quite yet, but feel relieved nonetheless.
You feel the touch of the hand leave your soul. Evelith removes an oaken wand from in her leather backpack.
Evelith waves an oaken wand at you.
You are no longer stunned.
Her oaken wand suddenly disintegrates! You sit up. You hear the ghostly voice of Ilvane say, "I'll see you soon, Evelith." You groan. Evelith nods. Irken softly says, "okay I'll unstun" Irken gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...
Irken gestures at Hanavon.
The glazed look leaves Hanavon. Hanavon says, "Thanks" Lady Evelith went through a wrought-iron gate. Irken nods to Hanavon. You say, "thank ye, Hanavon." Irken softly says, "anytime" The sky all around is white with falling snow. Hanavon says, "Your welcome Noonee" You recover enough strength to move again. ***Lots of fogging in, keeping, healing and raising*** You hear the ghostly voice of Ilvane say, "When someone could, i would like to get up as well." The spirit of Ilvane sighs softly, raising the hairs on the back of your neck. Iscikella rubs Ilvane. You whisper quietly to Iscikella, "Steal well and cast back at me?" Iscikella nods to you. You raise your hand while murmuring a soft orison, focusing on the Well of Life spell...
Iscikella traces a sign while beseeching the spirits for empowerment...
Iscikella gestures at you.
Warding failed!
As Iscikella concentrates and begins chanting, a luminescent aura lashes out to encircle you.
As the aura constricts, your prepared spell is wrenched from your mind.
The aura grows brighter then disappears in a brilliant flash. Iscikella seems to glow with power.
Iscikella gestures at you.
A brilliant shaft of pure white light suddenly surrounds you. You whisper quietly to Iscikella, "Thank ye." You say, "I will raise ye, Ilvane." You hear the ghostly voice of Ilvane say, "Thank you, Noonee." You move to a kneeling position. You raise your hand while murmuring a soft orison, focusing on the Well of Life spell...
You gesture at Ilvane.
A silvery translucent thread extends from you encompassing Ilvane's corpse.
For one fleeting moment as your soul touches Ilvane's soul, you feel an overwhelming sense of fright and desperation. Then a wave of blissful calmness settles upon you as you sense your souls have linked together. You raise your hand while murmuring a soft orison, focusing on the Life Restoration spell...
You remove some white monir and dark fel prayer beads from around your neck.
You raise your prayer beads above your head, appealing for a moment of your god's attention. You recite:
"Leya, the strong and sure,
Lend of yer strength to this body,
For the spirit is willing,
But the body proved weak." You hang some white monir and dark fel prayer beads around your neck. You recite:
"Partake of Leya's strength and rise, Ilvane!" You gesture at Ilvane.
A brilliant glow forms around Ilvane, lingers for a moment, then fades.
Your surroundings grow dim...you lapse into a state of awareness only, unable to do anything...
Ilvane seems slightly different. Iscikella gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...
Iscikella gestures at Ilvane.
The glazed look leaves Ilvane. Ilvane groans. Iscikella gestures while calling upon the lesser spirits for aid...
Iscikella gestures at you.
You are no longer stunned. Ilvane shivers. Iscikella meditates over Ilvane.
Iscikella takes some of Ilvane's blood loss. The sky all around is white with falling snow. You recover somewhat from the strain of the spiritual ordeal, taking great comfort in the thought that you had the opportunity to sacrifice part of yourself in the service of your god. ***Lots of fogging in and out, healing, raising, spelling up and excited talk. Typical invasion scenario.*** A heavy snow falls, sculpting everything into round white curves. Evelith bows to Kinshack. Kinshack says, "Good morning." Kinshack bows to Evelith. Evelith says, "Good morning, Kinshack." Kinshack says, "I had heard there were some...problematic things going on." Theogrim says, "mad wood" Kinshack asks, "I had to dispatch a few on my way in. Is there a place they are centered?" Catthief quietly says, "They gettin' back at us for choppin' so many down during Hochstib's invasions." Catthief nods to Evelith. Ilvane asks, "In the woods?" Evelith says, "The attack has just begun." Ilvane grins at Kinshack. Ilvane ducks her head. You say, "Was the South Gate." Evelith says, "It's out of the South Gate." Kinshack nods. You say, "They called it the Black Glade." Kinshack nods to you. You say, "No idea what that means." Kinshack says, "Sounds familiar." Evelith raises an eyebrow in Kinshack's direction. Kinshack says, "There was such an occurrence in the Landing a few weeks ago." Kinshack says, "Apparently the grove of origin had some kind of sphere or orb." Catthief blinks. Kinshack says, "And it required a shattering." Catthief quietly asks, "If there is an orb, it'll be outside South Gate...are the ballista towers open, perchance?" Iscikella asks, "An orb?" The sky is full of billowing snowflakes. Catthief nods to Iscikella. You hear the ghostly voice of Ralagar slowly ask, "they mad we used so much firewoods against the morphs?" Iscikella nods to Ralagar. Iscikella says, "Aye, they are." Catthief quietly says, "I think it's more the ballista logs we cut during the Hochstib invasions. Iscikella nods to Catthief. Iscikella says, "I tried to rededicate the forest." Iscikella says, "But seems the spirits of the trees are angry." Iscikella frowns. Kinshack went through a wrought-iron gate. Catthief quietly says, "Quite." ***Lots more of the usual invasion triage stuff*** Evelith says, "We're heading to search for the orb if anyone else would like to come." Iscikella asks, "What orb, Evelith?" The sky is full of billowing snowflakes. Evelith says, "Kinshack says this very thing happened in the Landing not a week ago." Irken softly says, "bet up in thyrils" Theogrim rubs his chin thoughtfully. Iscikella says, "Ah." Evelith says, "Angry trees, the "Black Glade"." Iscikella asks, "And was an orb there?" Evelith says, "There is an orb, somewhere." Evelith nods to Iscikella. Iscikella nods. Evelith says, "That voice we hear, it is near the orb." Lady Evelith's group went through a wrought-iron gate. ***Even more usual invasion triage stuff*** Ralagar slowly says, "was a voice near the path to thyrills" Iscikella asks, "The trees?" Iscikella cocks her head at Ralagar. A sudden gust makes the snow dance and swirl around you. ***More typical invasion triage stuff*** The sky is full of billowing snowflakes. A sudden gust makes the snow dance and swirl around you.
A sudden gust makes the snow dance and swirl around you. You hear the ghostly voice of Jurican clearly ask, "When did it start snowin?" Iscikella says, "Right before the trees came." Jurican hugs Iscikella. Billowing gusts of heavy snow buffet your face. Jurican just handed Iscikella some coins.
Iscikella just handed Jurican some coins.
Areilynn just handed Jurican some coins. Iscikella tickles Jurican as they grin at each other. Jurican flails her arms about. Iscikella says, "The town is in turmoil. We need our fighters. No tips." Iscikella grins at Jurican. Jurican clearly says, "Fair enough" Jurican clearly says, "I dunno as I is much of a fighter though" Jurican chuckles. Iscikella grins at Jurican. Jurican clearly says, "I falled down pretty easy back dere" The sky is full of billowing snowflakes. ***Yet more invasion triage stuff*** A thick flurry of snowflakes drifts down from the grey skies. Iscikella asks, "So what does this orb do, Kinshack?" Iscikella cocks her head at Kinshack. Kinshack says, "Positively no idea." Kinshack says, "I just know something like this happened in the Landing a few weeks ago." Kinshack says, "I will be out there when you are ready to open a gate, Colonel." Evelith nods to Kinshack. Evelith says, "We are ready." Kinshack slides a gold ring off his finger.
Kinshack slides an intricate gold and brass ring on his finger.
Suddenly Kinshack vanishes! Evelith says, "Valqon, gate." Valqon gets a distant look on his face.
Valqon traces a series of glowing runes while chanting an arcane phrase... Valqon gestures.
A swirling grey-blue mist slowly fills the area. It begins to spin faster and faster, congealing into a large upright disk. The mist slows its spinning and within the swirling vapors you can make out an opening.
Chomm steps into the swirling mist.
Evelith steps into the swirling mist.
Mythos steps into the swirling mist.
Valqon steps into the swirling mist.
The swirling mist begins to speed up as it spirals back into the opening and fades away. A heavy snow falls, sculpting everything into round white curves. The sky is full of billowing snowflakes. ***Lots more invasion triage stuff*** A heavy snow falls, sculpting everything into round white curves. A thick flurry of snowflakes drifts down from the grey skies.
A thick flurry of snowflakes drifts down from the grey skies. Svardin says, "this don't look good" Svardin asks, "so, what we fightin?" Evelith says, "Angry spirits." Hrustar calmly says in guild speak, "vines and branches" Theogrim says, "Tree spirits" Evelith says, "The bramble trail is down." Svardin says, "not vengeful spirits" Theogrim says, "basically, we're bashin an orb until we die, then gettin raised and doin it again" Iscikella says, "Ye're all bleeding too much." Iscikella chuckles. Dromic grumpily asks, "Another Mandis orb?" Artha looks over at Dromic and shakes his head. Iscikella says, "No, these are trees." Iscikella says, "I doubt they care about Mandis crystals." Svardin says, "hmm" Valqon says, "Nae some sort of evil emmenateing from the orb" Artha says, "I knew they were going to kill us all." Dromic grumpily says, "And i fergot me damn axe in the Landing" Iscikella says, "They are angry others amongst them were cut down." Artha nods. Svardin says, "could be Hochteb's revenge" Iscikella says, "I don't think so." Iscikella looks over at Svardin and shakes her head. A heavy snow falls, sculpting everything into round white curves. Dromic grumpily asks, "Anyone tried bashing it with a bane weapon?" Iscikella says, "they are angry at us." Evelith says, "Anything works." Cyrendon asks, "How tough are these guys?" Iscikella says, "Pretty nasty some of them." Cyrendon says, "feh" Cyrendon says, "gonna be a snatch an grab day with bodies then" Cyrendon stares off into space. ***More and more and more invasion triage stuff*** [Icemule Trace, Forest]
The pathway ends abruptly at a tangle of berry brambles and holly trees. Interestingly, there is a small, dark hole at the exact center of the thicket. A hidden songbird trills a melody that is suddenly cut off, leaving an uneasy silence behind. You also see a spindly towering black tree-spirit and a thorn-vined willow tree spirit.
Also here: the body of Kiriane who is lying down
Obvious paths: west A heavy snow falls, sculpting everything into round white curves. A thorn-vined willow tree spirit whistles a soft, malicious tune!
A spindly towering black tree-spirit tries to ensnare you!
A clean miss. You draw a glowing pattern in the air before you.
Warded off!
A spindly towering black tree-spirit is not affected by the pattern.
Warding failed!
A thorn-vined willow tree spirit lets out a blood curdling scream.
A thorn-vined willow tree spirit drops its thorny vines.
You hear a sound like a weeping child as a white glow separates itself from the willow tree spirit's body as it rises, disappearing into the heavens.
A thorn-vined willow tree spirit vanishes in a brisk wind that rips through the trees! You reach down and tenderly cradle Kiriane's lifeless hand in yours. The tree-spirit whispers with a sinister voice carried on the wind!
A spindly towering black tree-spirit whistles a soft, malicious tune! Your surroundings blur into a white fog . . . [Icemule Trace, Ice Garden]
Alpine flowerbeds ring this tucked-away courtyard, their bright colors a feast for the eyes in comparison to the white of all the snow that lies beyond the gate. Tamped snow paths keep footsteps soft in this small haven as travellers make their way to and from the chambers north of here. Centered in a bed of white edelweiss and aromatic purple-flowered calamintha is an ice fountain, its watery spray frozen in a sparkling plume. You also see a small sack and a wrought-iron gate.
Also here: the body of Kiriane who is lying down, the body of Harplo who is lying down, the body of Lord Vestarr who is lying down, Areilynn, Lord Svardin, Lord Cyrendon, Lord Catthief, Lord Artha who is sitting, Lady Evelith who is sitting, Mythos who is sitting, Valqon who is kneeling, Theogrim, Dromic who is kneeling, Hrustar who is kneeling, Hanavon who is kneeling, Lady Iscikella who is kneeling
Obvious paths: north The ghost of Kiriane whispers, "Thanks hon. Should have known not to tangle with them. Unbalanced and spiked, heh." A thick flurry of snowflakes drifts down from the grey skies. Svardin says, "and the orb it in the track" The sky is full of billowing snowflakes. Mythos says, "they in tc" You quietly whisper to Kiriane, "Going to get ye up." You say in guild speak, "Raising Kiriane." You raise your hand while murmuring a soft orison, focusing on the Well of Life spell...
You gesture at Kiriane.
A silvery translucent thread extends from you encompassing Kiriane's corpse.
For one fleeting moment as your soul touches Kiriane's soul, you feel an overwhelming sense of fright and desperation. Then a wave of blissful calmness settles upon you as you sense your souls have linked together. ***Still more invasion triage stuff*** Irken softly asks, "did anyone find the orb yet?" Evelith recites:
"Heading to the orb." The sky is full of billowing snowflakes. Evelith says, "East of the first slippery patch." Iscikella asks, "The orb?" Iscikella asks, "Did ye actually see it?"
************EDITOR'S NOTE************
This second potion of the log is from the viewpoint of Iscikella Zinnonn. All second person references, therefore, refer to said character within this log.
************END NOTE************
Evelith recites:
"Moving in five seconds."
The sky all around is white with falling snow. [Magical Burrow, Dervish Park]
The snow and ice which dominate Icemule Trace stop abruptly at the fenceline of the park. In their place sits a wide open greensward full of laughing children running everywhere. A strange glow hangs about the area, an odd magical field, slightly shimmering, its outer edge falling right at the snowline. A tall statue comprised of ten wizened halflings in enruned robes stands majestically at the center of the field. You also see an expansive oak wood manor, an ancient dark stone manor, a red and black ceramic-tiled townhouse, a low mithril gate, a splendid colorful tiled home and a plain residence.
Obvious paths: north, west The sky all around is white with falling snow. You glimpse a heavy, black cloud rapidly rushing up from the treetops where it simply disappears up into the surrounding clouds with a pained, high-pitched wail of anguish. The trees on the outskirts of town suddenlyh cease their tortured groaning and seem to become normal once again. Billowing gusts of heavy snow buffet your face. You remove a razor-sharp rolaren falchion from in your tooled-leather harness.
You remove a gleaming eonake tower shield from in your tooled-leather harness. [Icemule Trace, Forest]
The lowest branches of the trees have been cut away, allowing visibility further into the woods. Beyond the first row of pines you can see the dark boles of another row of trees. You also see some light leather, some light leather and some light leather.
Obvious paths: east, northeast The sky is full of billowing snowflakes. Running heedlessly through the icy terrain, you slip on a patch of ice and flail uselessly as you land on your rear. Lord Catthief just arrived. Catthief tries to pull you to your feet, but you are too heavy. You stand back up. Catthief quietly exclaims, "Isci!" You say, "Ice." You mutter something inaudible. Catthief quietly asks, "Ye alright?" Catthief nods. You nod to Catthief. Catthief quietly says, "Thought ye got hit by a mad spirit." You say, "Aye, thank ye." Catthief chuckles. You chuckle. You say, "They seem to be gone." Catthief nods. Catthief quietly says, "The orb was broken." A heavy snow falls, sculpting everything into round white curves. Catthief quietly says, "'Fraid I must go." Catthief waves. Lord Catthief just went west. [Icemule Trace, Forest]
A dark green holly tree spreads its boughs low and wide, nearly hiding the path. Wary of the sharp points of its thick leaves, you carefully skirt around it. Someone less agile than you has left shreds of some sort of clothing in its branches. You also see some light leather, a short sword and a shadowed trail.
Also here: Lord Cyrendon, Merjinia, Theogrim, Bunnykins, Mythos, Sapphirea, Chomm, Kiriane, Pacie, Valqon, Lord Irken, Imraith, Syberus, Lord Svardin, Lady Evelith
Obvious paths: east, west You ask, "So what was this orb?" [The Ruined Glade]
A thick blanket of brambles is strung around the surrounding modwirs, the wall of thorns fracturing the light into miniscule, jagged slivers that shift upon the dark forest floor uneasily. Shadows dance and flicker among the trees, and a heavy silence is cast over the area like a velvet shroud. A small blackened crater is blasted into the center of the glade, burnt roots scattered around it. You also see some aloeas stem.
Also here: Great Lord Khaitiff, Dromic, Aseck, Dighn, Meos, Kinshack
Obvious paths: out Kinshack frowns. Dighn glances at Khaitiff. Dromic leans on his mace. Dighn asks, "You find one?" Khaitiff peers quizzically at Dighn. You ask, "So what was this orb?" Khaitiff clearly says, "No I did not" Dromic shakes his head. Kinshack says, "Apparently a prison." Kinshack nods to you. The sky is full of billowing snowflakes. You ask, "A prison for the spirits of the trees? Or for us?" Dighn says, "Though you may be pakra, you are more deserving than the rest." Dighn offers Khaitiff a rippled crimson shard. Meos put a rippled crimson shard in his silver longcoat. Khaitiff put a jet black vultite axe topped with a wicked steel spike in his black leather thigh-sheath. Kinshack says, "Some force that called itself the Black Grove took it upon itself to enslave the spirits of the trees to do its bidding in making vengeance upon the 'fleshlings' for all the pain they have suffered at our hands." Khaitiff accepts Dighn's rippled crimson shard. Khaitiff bows to Dighn. You nod to Kinshack. Dighn says, "May it lead you to the Path of the Way, Pakra." Dighn nods to Khaitiff. Dighn moves into a defensive posture, ready to fend off an attack. The sky all around is white with falling snow. Dighn just went out. You ask, "And the spirits were released with the destruction of the orb?" [The Ruined Glade]
A thick blanket of brambles is strung around the surrounding snow-laden trees, the wall of thorns fracturing the light into miniscule, jagged slivers that shift upon the dark forest floor uneasily. Shadows dance and flicker among the trees, and a heavy silence is cast over the area like a velvet shroud. A small blackened crater is blasted into the center of the glade, burnt roots scattered around it. You also see some aloeas stem.
Also here: Great Lord Khaitiff, Dromic, Meos, Kinshack
Obvious paths: out Kinshack says, "I have a feeling it will manifest itself in another forest eventually." Kinshack nods to you. You nod. Kinshack says, "I believe it's the same corruption that caused similar phenomena in the Lower Dragonsclaw." You say, "Hmmm..." You say, "Very strange. This glade does not look the same as when I came in." think You rub your chin thoughtfully. A sudden gust makes the snow dance and swirl around you. Kinshack asks, "When did you come in?" You say, "Just a few moments ago." You say, "It is definitely different." Kinshack nods. Kinshack says, "Probably the corruption ebbing." You say, "There were modwirs here, when I came in." You say, "there are no modwirs now..." You rub your chin thoughtfully. Kinshack surveys the area. The sky all around is white with falling snow. Dromic grumpily says, "Tis true" (Kinshack gives the glade one last look.) Kinshack nods. Kinshack says, "I'm going to head out." Dromic grumpily says, "I just want to examine one of the shards" Great Lord Khaitiff just went out. Dromic grumpily says, "Perhaps we can find clues about to created it" Kinshack bows. Kinshack strides away moving out. Irken searches around for a moment. You say, "I think they are gone." A heavy snow falls, sculpting everything into round white curves. You say, "Like the modwirs." Dromic grumpily says, "I know" You blink. You think to yourself, "What happened to the modwirs?"
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