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Post by Dom on Oct 23, 2012 21:13:48 GMT -5
((I'll wait for Coylian to confirm whether or not he actually drinks from the fountain before continuing.))
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Post by serdalkien on Oct 23, 2012 23:27:01 GMT -5
Coylian
I get up without drinking and look at them confused. I don't understand
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Post by georges on Oct 24, 2012 18:01:08 GMT -5
Arom
I apologize Coylian. I hope you will understand and forgive me. As I said before, it was a test. It is very difficult to know whom to trust these days. The priest, back in the village, recommended you but you could have fooled him. Yes, you fought well.
Hopefully, you won't hold any grudge against me.
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Post by Dom on Oct 24, 2012 18:11:15 GMT -5
((In case you don't remember it is the Curate of the Chapel to Typhon that recommended Coylian to you. Not the wandering priest of the Protector at the tavern.))
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Post by Lexx on Oct 24, 2012 18:31:52 GMT -5
Varick
Varick takes Coylian aside, I think there must be something other than water in his waterskin. I trust you all to watch my back, and you can trust that I'll watch yours. Now, let's look around to see if there is an underground passage to some hidden treasure. Lombdas, elves like trees right, so check to see if there is some tree-top structure around here. Again, let's hurry as to not stay too long in this funny fog.
(( I check for traps as I am searching the ruins, as well as the fontain. ))
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Post by serdalkien on Oct 24, 2012 18:37:44 GMT -5
Coylian Ok, no worries I say looking at Arom with an air of finally understanding. Anyway this is not the right place to fight among us. I'll go check in some of these ruins over there. Maybe their mistaken and I really should drink that water...Gods after all work in mysterious ways
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Post by Pat on Oct 24, 2012 19:35:05 GMT -5
Lombdas
God! Coylian almost drank of this water! I suppose we can really thrust him...
No problem Varick, I'll check the tree-tops.
Are we taking a chance to rest here?
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Post by Dom on Oct 24, 2012 20:40:52 GMT -5
As he inspects the base of the fountain Varick starts to hear some kind of low grumble. As the sound increases he lifts his head to see that the head of the fountain as started to move! Startled, he steps back a bit, grabbing his sword hilt but he is even more surprised when he starts to see it talk. The big stone humanoid face speaks in a slow, deep tone as if rocks were sliding against rocks with its perpetually closed eyes following you as it speaks. "Who are you child and why have you come here? Have you come to pilfer what remains of a once peaceful grove? Have you come to desecrate the past homes of the long forgotten Syldarin? Or have you come to add to my sorrow? Me who is forever to suffer for being the catalyst of this desolation."
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Post by Pat on Oct 24, 2012 21:12:34 GMT -5
Lombdas
Lombdas is mesmerized by the talking stone head. He moves in front of "him" and kneels down.
In a respectful tone, Lombdas says: I have heard of the long lost Syldarin clan. It is with deep sadness that I find this desolated village. We stumbled upon this quiet sanctuary by pure chance as we were finding a resting place after a battle with vile creatures. Trying to understand if the statue can be trusted, he adds: Why do you say you're the catalyst of this desolation?
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Post by Dom on Oct 24, 2012 21:58:33 GMT -5
The stone face slightly moves toward Lombdas, its features showing what you believe is a bit surprise or maybe even a brief glimpse of joy. It waits for a moment and says "A member of the ancient ones. It must have been a thousand years... Though I sense you are not from the lineage of my creators, I am glad to see one of the highborn after such a long time."
"Yes, I am the catalyst of this devastation you see all around you. The forest, the buildings, the death of its inhabitants I am indeed a part of it." He takes a long pause and slowly continues "As you might know ancient one, the Syldarin were great practitioner of the arcane arts. For thousands of years they studied and perfected their craft. And they shared from generation to generation the secrets of magick the elders spent their lives studying. They were so absorbed by their research that they created entities, caretakers to administer their sanctuaries. I am one of those caretakers and it was my duty to protect this place and make it flourish. The magical waters that I contain allowed me to attend to this forest and shield my master from the exterior world while they were working."
"Great people, make enemies. Powerful great people, make powerful enemies. To force them out of their home, out in the open where they would be vulnerable someone corrupted my waters which in turn corrupted the magicks which protected this place. My creators were forced to flee; the noxious gas you see around you making them and the forest ill. These woods are now but a sick shadow of what they once were. Most of the land they previously occupied, I can feel are now covered in putrescent marshes."
"The source of the corruption is still there; deep down within my waters. But nothing can reach it. My waters are now death, decay and suffering. Plunge a branch in it and it will rot. Put metal in it and it will rust. Touch it and you will die. You have already died a little by staying here."
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