Re: The Temple of Sonnellion
2) Dunduin is right. The battle isn’t over. That does not mean that the party cannot take a breather- there are hundreds more doing the fighting. Even as they look around to get their bearings, they hear the Huns run past outside, retreating back to their final holdout, the Basilica. Whether they intend to fight to the death there, hold out for reinforcements, or just sneak out through some unknown passage, no one can tell.
But here, in the temple, the tide is unstoppable. The Horn has brought the Dwarven troops, who arrived late but are eager to join in, and they swarm in, past the Elves and Human who got their first. Arctos sees loyal Scippio heading into the temple, smashing the collarbone of one of the surviving Orcs.
Arctos gets his frustrations out on Sonnelion’s Altar, quickly reducing it to shards.
Petra, meanwhile, investigates the Box Of Animals. The little girl stalls, worried for her brother, and when she sees him scurrying over to join them, along with Tugdual, she is relieved.
”It opens” the little girl says. “Like this.”
She undoes a little silver catch, and the roof of the toy house opens from the middle. The inside of the box looks very much like a little toy model of a barn ought to look like, with stalls for animals and little animals in them. Well, it looks like a barn would look if it was designed by a young girl. The walls are white and pink, the stalls wide and clean and comfortable looking, and there’s even a pool of… wait.. is the water real?
In one of those sudden moments, Petra sees the little animals that appeared to be small and intricately crafted toys… moving. They are not toy animals. They are a half dozen very small, very real animals.
The little girl speaks to them in a reassuring, nursery-room voice, as if they were a collection of dolls.
The animals themselves are an assortment. A very unusual one. There is an Elk. A peacock with a flowing tail. A large, shaggy, powerful beast with a horn on its nose (A woolly rhinocerous). A thing that looks like a pig.. but not exactly. (A pigmy hippopotamus). A delicate looking antelope. And a white horse, with a set of large, feathered wings. Although they are all small, they are very much alive.