In reply to Dann of Clan Valin (msg # 765):

Kores looks irritated.  But he resigns himself to waiting.  To help pass the time he lectures the players on Emphidian and Mercanian mythology, and the similarities between Wotan and Hermes in the creation of a writing system.  How Wotan exchanged an eye in a deal with Mimir for the secret of runes and hung from yggdrasil for days.

In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 766):

Trivel is not accustomed to long periods in confined spaces, and the prospect of an unexpected lock-in is clearly bringing out his claustrophobia, no matter how well he hides it. He paces back and forth, irritably, inspecting the statues, and only half listening to Kores lecture.

In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 766):

Lan tries to see if he understands what Kores is telling the companions.

Suddenly the slab began to rise and the companions could see into the vestibule once more.

Carlyn stood on the other side of the plinth, " Glad that worked then....took me a while to remember which powder went where.....also I was napping....."

"So no ones dead then?", she queried. " Well, thats an improvement on last time..."

The great hound sniffed at some of the strange ichor on their clothing and sneezed loudly before bounding back to Carlyns side.

In reply to Carlyn (msg # 769):

Kores kept the lecture on for a while.  Unfortunately the timing of the slab didn't come at a right time so Kores finds himself talking quickly towards the end.  He will of course slide quickly to the other side when the slab raises to about his chest height.

Dann moves past the slab and avoids saying anything.

Carlyn ushers everyone through, " Thats a bonny hat you've got there.", she remarks to Colm.

In reply to Carlyn (msg # 772):

Trivel steps out with some relief."Let us get to the open air. All this stone feels like a tomb..."

"This is an artefact of Mimir, an ancient and enchanted item.  Can't seem to get it to work though?"
Colm collects his other backpack from the corner of the entrance chamber.

The companions gathered together and ascended the spiral stone stairs out of the pit until they stood once again on the green turf and moss of the surface.

They began to make their way back towards the village under the afternoon sun when all in a moment the sky became clouded and grey.

Looking ahead on the path to the village there stood suddenly a lithe figure dressed in grey and green with a crown of beech leaves and snowdrops. Other figures came into view around him, but they stayed beneath the trees and were shadowed and hard to make out.

" Hold Mortals, I would speak with you."

01:44, Today: Colm Cernach rolled 3 using 1d20.  INT.

Colm's jaw drops slack. Could this be a Prince of the Good Folk?  Come right out the forest to speak with them!
Colm gives a knee without hesitation, "Greetings to you LORD of the GOOD FOLK."

Colm carefully enunciated the important words so that everyone heard him! He keeps his eyes down, not looking at the Elf.
"I am Colm Cernach, Hearth Father of Gliss.  Speak lord and I shall listen."

In reply to Colm Cernach (msg # 776):

Kores clutches his potion of replen...

In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 777):

Lann readies his weapon and steps subtly to protect dann's flank

Gale stood near Colm shoulder ready to give quick advise and what to say to the fae king while listening and trying to judging the thing reactions.

Intrigued and slightly panicked, Dann does not move and stays close to Lann.

The elf smiled, a too wide smile, and nodded to Colm, eyes glittered in the shadows when the others did not follow his lead but a slight tilt of the crowned elfs head had them withdraw a little.

" Men of Glissom, and beyond, you have done a service to your land this day.  An ancient evil that sat like a canker in our heartland has been sent away to the Shade from whence it came."

He leaned forward slightly and the amber-gold of his eyes seemed to wash over each of them in turn.

" I will grant a boon for your service...and another for your silence...."
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In reply to GM (msg # 781):

Kores gets all excited.

"Knowledge.  Knowledge that eludes the short lives of men.  What we manage to acquire we try to pass to our descendants.  Perhaps you can share with us tales of lost cities and civilizations, great deeds of men that were lost.  Do you know of the lost legion?"
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"Knowledge?" says Dann, frowning. "In front of one of the most powerful being of this land, this is all you can think of? What about better weapons to help survive the horrors of these places you like to visit? Or resist the fiendish creatures with which you like to compromise?"

After saying that he looks at the elf lord again and starts immediately regretting his sharp words, impressed by the awesome presence.

In reply to Dann of Clan Valin (msg # 783):

Kores grimaces, he scowls as Dann speaks his mind.  He takes on a pacified expression as he looks to the elf.


"True.  My friend knows not how to wield words as well as well as he holds his sword.  As for our silence, I think you only need to ask.  If it causes you inconvenience for us to share stories we can refrain from sharing our knowledge, as long as you document that for future generations of men..."
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Gale shakes his head "If silence they want, it means no ballads for us... not being immortalized in a song of heroism and valor... a boon for that I shall ask."

"I'd ask for the gift of a sweet voice that would fascinate, beguile and charm any men, beast or spirit that dwell in this land."

In reply to GM (msg # 781):

Lann thinks the idea of two boons to be wonderful.

"Mighty and wise elf lord, I thank thee for thy kindness. I would ask for greater strength in war and more puissant talent in wielding magics."

" One boon you have claimed! we know of the Lost Legion. The men that came from far Selentia to die. They crossed our borders heading north, they lost some of their number beneath the trees and others died within Shaders Pit, the others ventured onwards north into the Bracks and were lost."



" Two boons you have claimed!", Dann felt his sword and shield suddenly grow warm as if by a roaring fire.

" These makings already carry some feeble sorceries of man but those dweomers now extend to the realms of energy and the weave."

OOC: The magical bonuses of Danns sword and shield now also add to his MA and MD as well as his ATT and DEF.




" You second boon is granted! A record will be kept of all that will and has transpired within our borders.  When we are gone and if men remain they will be allowed to retrieve it."



The elf licked his lips slightly, " These boons I grant, I gave two. You ask for three....the first two I give. The third may come in time....if your candle does not snuff out before."

Gale suddenly felt a cool breeze upon his skin and tasted honey upon his lips.

OOC:

Gales Human Intuition and Looks rolls now function on both humans and animals as if he were 2 Ranks higher than his current Rank.



The elf chuckled, " I grant the first....I give you the strength of life. Did you not know that Death had already gathered you beneath her white wings? Greater strength in war you now have, for the strength of corpses is little."

" As for the second? This I grant, drink from your enemies heartsblood but once a moon and you will keep this gift for all time."

Lann felt a warmth wash through his body and the cold clamminess in his hands was gone. He felt more hale than he had before ever entering that pit.  He tasted blood in his mouth and felt a pricking in his thumbs....

OOC: Lanns Doom has been lifted and as long as he keeps the elfs bargain he has +2 to his MA and MD.
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Colm looks up to the elf, still in a kneeling position.
"I too am doomed to die before the new moon. Please remove this curse lord as my first boon.   For my second boon lord, I seek Elemental Power to fulfill my destiny of protecting this land and its people from evil and darkness."

The elf cocked its head to one side and regarded Colm for a moment, before a wide grin revealing too-sharp teeth split its features.

" Your doom has passed away and you merely face the doom of all mortals now. You carry the fire of Brigantia within you, it is not a power we possess or have love for but as fire may burn your enemies, may the fire in your blood fuel your gift further."

OOC:

Colms MPs have permanently increased by +2 in his main category and +1 in his other two categories. Further, he may, if he wishes, use hps as mps to fuel his spells and Elemental powers.

In reply to GM (msg # 787):

With a shudder Lann replies,' Thank you for your kindness, elf lord! I must have triggered my doom when I killed the draugr. As for the blood of my enemies, would designating a chicken or pig count since I'm not into drinking the blood of men.'
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