Myth Drannor - Day 1.   Posted by Wildhunt.Group: 0
Wildhunt
 GM, 1 post
Tue 13 Jun 2017
at 03:33
Myth Drannor - Day 1
Stepping out of the Temple of the Moon, your meeting with the young Moon Mother to be completed, you find that there is the finest of misty rain falling upon Myth Drannor. Dozens of nearby crystalline structures are awash in a dazzling array of colours as pale sunlight pierce the canopy where small furry forms pounce and flutter.

The sacred flask that sits within the waters that run past your temple is almost complete, another fortnight and you and the young priestess will be able to make your trip to the Ardeep Forest. But for now, you have to prepare for a trip to the human kingdom of Cormyr.

Two days you have before you accompany Arithyr on his diplomatic visit, a trip by horse and with royal guard that will wind down through the southern Dales and into the land of the oldest reigning human monarchy in Faerun. Little else you can do now, your sister has received your request and will likely need some to time to ponder it while your duty in forming a people's council is progressing, your rules and edicts still being formed and written when you have time.

In fact, you realise that the next two days belong solely to you, no formal duties beckoning. On such a beautiful morning, the sun now winning over the light rain, what do you plan?
Arianna
 editor, 1 post
Wed 14 Jun 2017
at 12:23
Myth Drannor - Day 1
Arianna felt a small moment of confusion. She had so little time to herself under normal circumstances, and the thought of two days without any scheduled appointments was a little overwhelming.

She walked from the Temple to a small halfling run tea shop. Her first plan was to sit and order a cup of the coffee she knew they stocked just for her.

"What am I to do with two days" she thought sadly, realising that her life had become so consumed by duty that freedom was a rarity. As she watched the halflings rush about their business, she smiled. She was sure their ancestors were halflings drawn to the "Arianna Quarter" back in the old days.
Arianna
 editor, 2 posts
Wed 14 Jun 2017
at 12:24
Myth Drannor - Day 1
Thinking ahead to her trip to Cormyr, Arianna decided to have some new outfits made. It seemed so frivolous with all the things going on, but the thought of having some beautiful new clothes brought a smile to her face.

After stopping at the halfling tailor, Arianna decided to stop by her office. That still seemed strange to say. So bureaucratic. Her assistant looked frazzled as usual, but seemed to be managing all the administrative duties well. The plans for the people's forum were under control and as there was little to do in the office, Arianna decided to leave.

Realising that she had only spent a little over 4 hours of her 2 days, Arianna was a little lost. Melody was busy researching, Khan was helping her and even the little tressym was out doing tressymy things.

As she was sitting on her balcony, staring out at the city bustling beneath her, she spied the halfling she was using to distribute her novellas around the city. That's what she would spend the next two days doing. She would sit in various places and write the next instalment.

Arianna thought this was quite clever as she would be out of the city when the novella was released, throwing any suspicion off her and onto the ghost writer she had hired in case any of the stories seemed a little too familiar. She headed downstairs, grabbed her notebooks and headed to the park.
Wildhunt
 GM, 2 posts
Wed 14 Jun 2017
at 12:24
Myth Drannor - Day 1
Deciding to walk the myriad paths and bridges of Myth Drannor to your destination immediately pays off as you discover an amazing assortment of local and ethnic crafts, sculptures and shrines tucked away under the great boughs, normally hidden to those who drift through the mythal. While Myth Drannor was designed as open planned, there are still thousands of nooks and crannies spread across the vertical city that hold secrets and delights.

Heading towards Dlbraddath, the eastern, and newest, ward of Myth Drannor, you find you have a great shadow. You need not even look as you hear Khan's contented rumble reach your ears, the great tiger happy to be padding along behind, the once ferocious beast now a magnet for children of all races who race put out treats and milk for him. You sense he secretly enjoys the attention, growls of annoyance for show though it has the reverse affect as the children giggle at the big, angry kitty. But a twinge of sadness also pulls at you as you glance over to seem him padding a couple of laughing children about, his movements are certainly slower, his stride not a strong as it had been when you met and his naps now longer. Big golden eyes look up at you and you get a mental nudge "Keep going, I will catch-up".
Arianna
 editor, 3 posts
Wed 14 Jun 2017
at 12:26
Myth Drannor - Day 1
Arianna had always considered the rumoured life lengthening potions to be abhorrent and against the natural order of things, but loking at her friend and thinking of life without him, she briefly considered having one made.
Wildhunt
 GM, 3 posts
Wed 14 Jun 2017
at 12:26
Myth Drannor - Day 1
Stepping off the pale wooden bridge as it gracefully dips to meet the marble road below, you wonder how the non-elven races react upon first encountering the City of Song. Having trod the dusty, crowded streets of many human cities, you can appreciate the advancement of your people in architecture and magic more so than your brethren who may take it for granted. The beautiful white marble road that stretches out from you is flanked by green marble curbs while smaller paths that lead off are crafted by smooth cobblestones arranged in ancient elven patterns that both soothe and subtlety give the walker directions. This stretch of road alone would likely be worth more than many a village or town who have stopped over in. Such majesty surely must both awe and frustrate the non-tel'Quessir.

"Lady Talindra, Honoured Moon-dancer, Blessed of Sehanine, Lady Song of the Nine Vales."

As you continue your graceful wander through the city, many of the citizenry call to you as you pass, bowing or nodding in reverence. Few stop to actually request blessings, respectful of the fact you are not in your priestess attire and therefor, on your own time. The words and and actions not just from your own people, but from a number of non-elven citizens and more strangely to you, from a number of Sun Elves.

Again your path takes you back into the trees as you step foot onto The Bridge of Hoelros, a marvelous suspension bridge that sweeps up above the centre of the city. Numerous businesses are built in and around the multiple landings that nestle in the shade of the great trees, dozens of smaller walkways and sky bridges disappearing in all directions. Above you head as you turn onto another bridge is the the great piazza, a beautiful and romantic spot where the canopy opens up to the sky above, a magical view at night as magical drift globes hover through the branches casting pale coloured light across the various lovers who find their way here. Even now, you spy a few young couples among the reaches, including a pair adorable halfling sweethearts, the young male placing a circlet of flowers upon her blushing face. With a nervous kiss, the two stand up and place a small trinket upon a nook of the tree, the small silver symbol twinkling in the sunlight but your keen eyes make out the symbol of Yondalla, the halfling goddess of home, hearth, fertility and family. With that, they head off, hand in hand, past many an amused elf who look as if they want to pick up the lovers and hug them.

While your goal for your first stop of your writing tour was The Meadow, you realise that Myth Drannor gives many a location for inspiration. This busy, multi-level crossroads is visited by all the races of the city going about their day. Do you wish to continue to The Meadow of find yourself an out of the way nook here and people watch?
Arianna
 editor, 4 posts
Wed 14 Jun 2017
at 12:28
Myth Drannor - Day 1
Arianna hadn't thought of the piazza as being a place conducive to writing. As she stopped to watch the people here she realised that this was actually quite nice. In addition to the sweetness evoked by couples such as the young halflings, there were the lovely views of the sky and the other platforms.
Also it was unlikely that anyone would look for her up here, well at least until Kahn arrived. Then she wouldn't be so inconspicuous.
Wildhunt
 GM, 4 posts
Wed 14 Jun 2017
at 12:28
Myth Drannor - Day 1
“I hear that Evereska has abandoned the war with the Shades, we are on own now. Will the human even help us?”

“When first we touched,
My heart flew high,
On gossamer wings through a cloudless sky.”

“I heard that the original humans here did not age but the elves changed the magic so that they did not challenge their immortality. Can you imagine, living for a thousand years, no care in the world, life only to pass judgement on others?”

“No day would be complete without a Knight fair maiden”

“Under the gaze of Sune and the promise of eternal love, I would ask that you bond your heart to mine and we live our days out in under the great boughs of Cormanthor.” - “No, I am sorry, I love you Durthon but an elven tutor has shown interest in me, and, well, he is elven and you are not. I cannot pass up stepping into the circles of the Tel’Quessir. By Durthon, don’t make a scene.”

A few hours of sitting, listening an watching exposes you to a bewildering display of poor poetry, terrible pick-up lines, heart breaks and common musings. But you also witness folk of all races walking hand in hand, love in their eyes and happy. There is some jealousy, many a human man and woman looking longingly at the elves that glide past them, but occasionally, you spot the reverse. A tiny, rail thin wood elf looking at a buxom and tall human woman from the southlands or an attractive half-elf looking on with remorse at the human male who mixes so easily with his kin. Hundreds of emotions, dramas and stories play out in front of you, only the occasional keen eye spotting you in your private nook.

Spotting Khan making his way up one of the bridges, you tie you book up and rest your pen. He appears to have a small basket in maw, the wicker container swinging slightly with his lope. A young sun elf male steps out from his small shop nestled in the hollow of a great trunk and stops the tiger, golden eyes looking up at the smiling elf. You are not sure what is spoken but the elven man puts a small crystal bottle into the basket before allowing Khan to continue. Within a few moments, Khan finds a spot to lie beside you, the basket gently placed upon your lap.

“Some fresh pastries and cakes, donated by the Lowenseer halflings. Some wine from young master Etrion, he is the brother of your assistant and he is very thankful that you have taken him in and given duties of trust.”

As you look down at the small basket, you feel it shake, like there is something inside moving. Looking up at Khan for answers, the great tiger just rests his old, weary head on a branch answers plainly.

“I also met some individuals who wish to speak with you regarding the rumours of a people’s council. This is all yours.”

With that, his eyes close as he drifts into a nap, his breathing slightly laboured from his walk. Looking down, you see the small lid lift for a moment before shutting, the effort apparently too great for the thing inside. Curious, you lift the wicker lid and sitting inside, is a tiny a fungi with eyes and a mouth, one pulled in a smile, and a chameleon with a tiny quiver and bow on his back, sitting contentedly amid the cakes, the tiny creature holding a cookie and making a mess of it.

“Hello Lady Arianna, I am Truff and this is my friend Parlasaskian, or Parl for short, and we are here to ask for an audience. We wish to ask for representation for the small creatures of Cormanthyr that live quietly and silently in the shade, helping both elf and human alike as they stroll the ancient pathways. We now believe we should be able to share our wisdom verbally as well.”

The small fungi looks at you from the basket expectantly.