This group has a cart and mule in addition to two of the guards from Oleg's who were woodcutters sons.  Also along is the gnome witch Esmarelda who Imiria calls "Erky" at times.

The group has spotted and heard from a dreadful spirit in the dark woods mists...

Enter the young human {I'm a dryad!) woman who is Eilyne.

Eilyne found herself approaching a rather busy Oleg's after some months in the forests alone.  She had finally managed to go through the supplies she purchased on her last trip and had recently come on a very healthy patch of herbs that should be enough to barter for more supplies.  She was minding her own business when she first heard what could only be the sounds of woodcutters ahead.  She figured that Oleg had needed lumber to do repairs with and, while she didn't like the fact he would cut down a tree or two, she understood why he needed to do it.

These silly humans and their dead houses, Eilyne thought, Couldn't they just learn to grow their homes like any sensible being would?  Or maybe just burrow?  Planning to tease Oleg for his efforts Eilyne didn't think anything of approaching the sounds and stopped as she gazed in horror at the sight before her.  This wasn't just one tree to provide some lumber for repairs, this was...was...

Eilyne spotted the man who seemed to be in charge of this group and approached him.  She wasn't being particularly stealthy but as she walked the plants at her feet seemed to shift ever so slightly so that her path was clear before shifting back behind her.  When she reached a short distance from the man in charge she demanded, "Why are you murdering all of these trees?!"  Eilyne's outfit was more than a bit on the revealing side looking like a tight fitting, one piece, corset that extended around her waist and down between her legs.  The garment also cupped her breasts and left her stomach, shoulders, and neck bear.  Her arms were sheathed in gloves that reached midway between her elbow and shoulders and she had a pair of boots with two inch heels to them that reached midway up her thigh.  Even more surprising than her immodest appearance was the fact that all of her garments were made of plants.  The gloves, boots, and corset like garment were all made of leaves and vines that were fitted smoothly together and the soles and heals of her boots were made of bark, moss, and thick sticks.  Her waist length, vivid red, hair had some leaves artfully arrayed in it and there was a rather angry look on her face as she glared at the man.

The tall slender man Eilyne address turns round to face her.
He lowers his hood and she find herself facing a young pleasant looking elf.

His mouth opens a bit as he looks at her.
At this point a swan flies down and starts to circle her.
Behind the elf a small lizard like creature comes out and does the same as the swan.

After a few moments the elf simply says.
Whow!
With a big grin on his face.
The swan then answers the Whow with Honk.  Honk-Honk.
The elf turns to the swan.
You approve.  Oh double Whow.

It is then that the elf realized he has not answer the upset Eilyne at all.

Oh hi.  He says. My name is Tauron Alphmellon.  I am an ex-pupil of The Elven High Mage school.  The swan is The Mascot.  The elven High Mage school mascot.  The other creature is scraps.  He is from an old dinosaur egg from the school.

We joined a group of adventures trying to bring help and stability to the creatures that live in this area.  We talk to some of the spirits of the land.  It seem the Stag Lord has taken over the area with some bandits.  From what one great spirit of this land said to us he is polluting the land with his evil spirit.  Slowly killing her and destroying this land with his evil corrupt ways.
He has found out about our group and is now coming to destroy Oleg’s Trading Post and the group of adventures.
One of the spirits of the land showed me how to fix the siege engine in the fort.
We are going to need it to defend the fort and clean the land of the Stag Lord.

Tauron goes over to the tree and places a hand on it.  He closes his eyes in sadness.
I tried to explain this to the tree.  I am as sorry as you are that I am doing this.
But if we don't stop the Stag Lord then the trees of the land will be corrupted and evil as well.
Most of the animals will die as will most of the plants.  This land will be wastelands.
He looks back at Elyne
He pulls out 5 acorns.  I have promised the tree I will replace it and spread 4 others around this area.
That I do my best to protect them and see they grow big and strong.
My dream is to have small elven woodland forest realm somewhere in these lands.
I am unable to talk to trees at the moment.  I can talk to animals only.

At thought comes to Tauron Alphmellon.
Are you able to talk to the tree and explain to it our need and my promise?
It would make me feel better if you could.

The swan then goes Honk-honk.
Tauron look back at the swan.  Oh shut up.  I will ask her later.  Nows not the time.

Tauron smiles back at Elyne hopefully.

OOC:
It may not be acorns I cannot remember what tree type we agreed on.  So I said acorns as most likely a oak.
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Eilyne was caught off guard when first a swan and then a lizard started flying around her making a ruckus.  She thought she might need to fight them off but when they didn't attack she relaxed ever so slightly.  If nothing else the distraction the two creatures caused made her pause and listen to what was said.

Eilyne's gaze went to Tauron as he explained things and when she heard about the threat to Olegg's she seemed worried but when he mentioned the threat to the land Eilyne realized things were more serious than she feared.  As the elf before her explained how sorry he was that he was having to cut down the trees the lovely Eilyne's gaze became stern but his showing her the acorns to plant made her face soften considerably.

Eilyne considered everything Tauron told her and then said, "No, I'm afraid I can't speak to the plants, at least not and understand them in return, but I think I can at least communicate what you are doing to them."  Whether she really could or not Eilyne believed it to be so and she went to each of the trees already cut down and placed her hands on them.

Eilyne spoke in a different tongue than common as she spoke to each of the fallen trees, In Sylvan: "He may have killed you but his cause is just, your sacrifice will help save this land and he will plant a seed to take your place one day within these woods.  I'm sorry for your suffering but I will make sure you're sacrifice is not forgotten."  As she did so each of the trees already cut down seemed to have a shiver pass through it and the limbs that were still attached fell off and dropped to the ground.  They weren't smooth by any means but they would be easier to bundle together and bring back than if all the branches were still on them and it would certainly save some time.

Eilyne returned to where Tauron stood and said, "I've done as you requested and have done what I can to make them easier to pull.  Someone should bundle up the branches so that we can take them back to Olegg's as well.  I've seen the signs of the corruption you speak of, this damnable fog that hangs over everything, it is unnatural and must be stopped.  I've also had my own run ins with those serving this Stag Lord and wasnt them stopped as well.  I was already going to Olegg's anyway so I will come and help you protect the place and make sure these elders," she gestured to the felled trees, "are brought there safely."

A short gnome bedecked in the strangest silk garments approaches the girl...

"We are out gathering just the right trees to repair the catapults for defense of the fort....Do you not see the dark woods and the mist and the groaning spirit in the fog?"

The witch points the way but both the fog and the spirit seem to have cleared...

The two guards with the cart only pass looks back and forth to each other..
"This wood is haunted for certain."
On of them inspects the cart and when he goes to get back on his horse the entire saddle falls off the horse....
"What the Hay!"
He is unharmed and re-buckles the saddle....


The witch
"So if we are finished playing duck, duck, goose..."

"Yes.  We have much to do and and little time.", Drezghl said in agreement.

He kicked his horse and led the way.  As he rode past Eilyne, he gave her a quick glance and said, "You may want to purchase a cloak or armor when you get to Oleg's. Between the elements and the bandits, you appear to be unprepared for both of them."
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Eilyne looked down to where the gnome stood as she spoke in explanation of their task and nodded as she said, "Yes, the fog has been a significant nuisance since it rolled in, and I have certainly felt it sapping the life from the local plants.  If you are trying to deal with the fog then we have a common enemy and I will help you."  When the one guard fell off of his horse Eilyne couldn't help but giggle at his misfortune.

Then Drezghl spoke to her as he rode past and she laughed as she said, "If it is a cloak I should have," she focused and the leaves that had fallen from the trees they felled began to swirl together and made their way towards her.  When they reached her position they swirled around her as a green gold energy began to form and when it finished the leaves had formed a cloak around her form.  "The plants protect and provide for me, when I am surrounded by greenery I have no fear of clothing and it is just as effective as yours as long as it isn't snowing.  As for defense..."  Eilyne gestured again and from within her clothing came a tiny seed and, as she slowly fed energy into it the seed grew until it became a a giant thorn as thick as Drezghl's arm before shooting out thirty feet to slam into the ground with substantial force, "Does that suffice to satisfy your concerns?"

She looked to the group in general and said, "I believe introductions are in order, I am Eilyne, the wandering dryad, and I am pleased to make your acquaintance."

It is easy to tell that she isn't a dryad but human, though she seems convinced it's the truth.

Esmerelda
Aye girl you have the gift, I believe Imiria and I could help you to grow a leshy, though it would take time ...we ourselves have no need of one, but there is much that you might benefit.”


Just then the longest, loudest and most moist sounding fart comes from Eilune’s backside
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Eilyne considered what the gnome offered to help her grow but, while it sounded familiar, Eilyne wasn't quite sure what a leshy even was.  Her face was perplexed as she said, <DarkGreen>"I keep thinking I should know what a leshy is but I am afraid that the name escapes me.  Could you describe it to me please?  I think I might know it by another name.  common is not my first language."<DarkGreen>
Eilyne Groveborn rolled 8 using 1d20+7 with rolls of 1.  Know (nat) to know what a leshy is.

Anyone with knowledge of languages can likely tell she isn't used to speaking common, even though she does so passably well.

*EDIT*
Oh, and who is Eilune?
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In reply to Eilyne Groveborn (msg # 7):


"So, you're not helpless after all.", Drezghl replied.

He listened to her introduction. "I'm Drezghl. That's Smoke.", he said, pointing to a large black and gray wolf a few yards away. It looked shaggy and unkept with briars in it's fur and a scarred ear.  Somehow, it complemented Drezghl as a companion.

"You can come with us if you're still going to Oleg's. As soon as we get the logs for the catapults."