In reply to Orlin lion soul (msg # 906):

Reaching the tree Kree is perched in Justin glances at the firbolog. Nay large one, Thee be in error, ast such wouldst suggest Thee be a follower of Eta; for this wouldst be her Court...

   Orlin attempts to sit up looking around himself and collapses back his eyes squinted in pain.  “Buddy, next time yer tempted to tell the truth just let me live the fantasy a little longer.”
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In reply to Orlin lion soul (msg # 908):

Justin chuckled.  Tis appatent Thee had not considered Thee may have relented from Thy wayward path; anst chosen to seek the path guided bt Eta. Justin smiled knowingly. Fret not large one, this be an ideal time for Thee to heed such guidance anst seek to rectify Thy path. There be many within the Crimson Arrows who canst provideth Thee with such council.

   He closes his eyes completely as he wrestles with 20 points of cut all over his body, "I do what is right for me mine an those who care about others, an if whatever gods see fit to call me their own for being who I am then they are truly mine as well."  Being somewhat successful he opens his eyes and looks at Justin.  "More than one deity looks after this group, both luck and purity have their hands in our destiny, and darkness sees us the threat.  I can live and die with that for now is the time to do what is right."  Orlins eyes trail back to the centaur.

In reply to Orlin lion soul (msg # 910):

Justin's countenance saddens at the large one's dismissal of his council and the large ones misguided illformed concepts of the Divine's. Crossing to the trunk of the tree Kree is perched in, Justin leans against its trunk waiting for the team to gather.
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  as the gathered.. Kree    looked around  at every one trying to   Gage  thier wounds  and such.. Ivy brought his Bow Up... and a little  fur creature    turned  and ran back into the Village....

 ..we have  a Plan?... and..most of it worked... Lucy.. Di?... the  thing here.. wasn't to destroy the Village.. it was to   get them  worried  about us.. so they wouldn't  track Brie and the slaves.. or the   group of Balck ones  headed  North and east... other times..other  Palces, I would have  been right beside you... but the people of these lands.. do not deserve  the have  an Arrow  die for them...

 ..That being said?...  Ivy and  I   followed  as far as we Dared, with out compromising the perimeter , that would   keep them from  seeing any tracks on our side of the rim...... Justin,  and  Myra..I did not see you durnign the battle, save for getting   Sir Palos  out if harms way.. we could have used  another Bow on the Rim

 ..These two folk..  came in,.. just in time...so?... we  ore or less destroyed the Village... at best.. the little ones  will be a long time rebuilding  and  protecting it... I am Unsure.. but it seems  we have  eliminated  thier  leadership.. I would have been interested to see who that ....somewhat  shorter ..person was..

 ..In a Moment   we will be leaving for that Drow's Vale.. we  will ask him   for a place to rest this  day... then head  to Mok at Sundown

 While we  wait... I will Introduce  Myself... I will allow the others  to introduce  themselves  as they see fit... I cam Kree... Quickshadow, this is my Unit of  Arrows.. we are based in  The Black Timber, but  do most of our work, out of  The Walk The Plank Inn...In Ironmound...

 .I am Ivian  Nightblade.. Cousin   and LT   to  Kree The   Black haire, sliver eyed  Elf Nods  to the new  folk

In reply to quiet (msg # 912):

At mention of bows on the rim, Justin glanced at Lucy and Diana who chose not to support the action thus.
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She smiles at the barbarian, and the elves about.  "I am fine.  Though I thank you for your concerns" she spoke.  Her voice was kind  and lilting  "My name is Stardancer.  I came here looking for Kree of the Crimson Arrows.  If I may?...what were those creatures?" she was curious as to what they were called in case she ran into them again.

  we do not know , for certain.. we have a girl from the beggar's  guild in Mok, that is ahead of us  with slaves we have  freed.. she Calls them tree Folks.. they look more like animals to me..... The taller ones.. are odd  creatures.. they seem, almost, not of these realms... they used the   smaller ones  for  troops.. they  taught them to feed on humanoids... I think the creatures  were ominvores  to start with..judging  by thier  teeth and fangs..

we had hoped to  give  the slaves  and the    'good'  small folks  time to escape..and ..perhaps   kill the TAll ones... It seems we have done much better... perhaps with the Blessings of Eta  and Netta.. we seem to have killed  the leaders?.. so...

Speaking of Heaven (apparently), Luthien finally lands amongst the arrows, great white feathered wings folding behind him.

"It seems they will no longer be using the smaller folk."

Myranda introduces herself to Stardancer, and the recently arrived Eagle riding Elf, Feymar. Watching the Manticore change to a Firbolog, and listens to the exchange between it and the roller without comment.  Roller of Tra, do you have any other Party tricks, in your repertoire?
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Luthien smiles benevolently,

"You shall see."

In reply to Luthien (msg # 918):

Myranda responds to Luthien's unresponsive answer and patronising grin with a half smile I'll guess that's no. Not to matter I suspect Tra will provide you with some when she deems it needed.
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Luthien corrects, rather simply...

"She. You haven't studied religion much have you?"

In reply to Luthien (msg # 920):

One studies the writings of the Sisters, which contain a minor reference to Tra within their extensive material. As she is no threat to Their course thus there is no requirement to know more of her. informs Myranda.
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  Kree , from his   seat in the tree, asks the two newest folks,..so?... what is  your  plans..and  what brought you here, other then  finding  us?...

 ..and how  fares   Orlin, we should be movign  before  long, incase the  Creatures come back and wish to fight  some more.

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg # 922):

Ast Eta's hand hath guided us to routel yon adversaries, one doth suggest we avail ourselves of any advantage we may acquire from yon settlement.
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"You can call me Feyamir, it is my given name. I was searching for a missing squad of Crimson Arrows with my own squad. One of my squadmates died, snakebite. Second one decided to return, perhaps to grieve her lover. I continue the search, and would like to ask your help with it. Within reasonable borders.

Young Stardancer, your name is beautiful and reminds me of better times ... but you should take care of your injury. Unlike my people, yours can get sick. Jungle tends to infect even the most silly wounds on people that are not me or my kin. It is why I am checking if Swiftwing isn't harmed."

The golden eyed elf looked at the angel-creature, but looked away when they spoke of gods with a dissaproving frown. At least to other elves present it would be obvious.

"The small ones remind me of humans and goblins from my homeland. Very diverse, but can learn awful things and treat them as wisdom."

She smiled "As I said, I heal very quickly.  even now the flow has stopped and my wounds heal.  A bit of rest and perhaps a wash you would never tell I was injured" she responded and in truth her hide was now crsted with her blood, the wounds were clean.  "I came to find Kree as I was asked to do so, though the message I was told to bring is a bit troubling to my ears.  It was for an answer.  I believe it holds more.  It was as to why you went against the Black Timber against the Trace arrows.  I am sure they sent me since I am not elf and still a novice with the Crimson Arrows" it did occur to her it may have been a ruse to get her away.

    Orlin had moved onto his knees where he plucked the remaining arrows from his flesh and cloak.  Luckily his tactics had worked well enough that as per the roll of the cosmic dice non of the arrows of the big ones had hit the old one.

    When Kree asked to his health he nods looking at the last arrow in his hand “I gave unmonitored control expecting to wake in the vale of the dark elf.  It would appear the old one wasn’t in the mood to fly that far but my depth of sleep left some strength.”  Orlin turns his head and spits out a small piece of skull “that and he ate something vile that sustained us.”  Orlin struggles to his feet leaning heavily on his staff.  “I’m strong enough to walk from this place .”

    As the others introduce themselves, he smiles absently to himself.  “Well met, Fayamer and Star dancer.  It sounds like you may have brought us victory this day.  I have estringents enough to clean any wounds that may fester.  For now let us find a place with fresh water and fewer enemies.”

  Kree  looks to  Justin,..I am uncertsain what they could have, that we  could use? But i would not  mind  finding  out  who..or what that  that  other  type of  humanoid  was  with them at the Center ?  But>  there is  a lot  of Dark spaces  down there.. there  may be some Brave one who stayed to   try to   recover what they can?.. or  those  who were too frightened   to  try and escape, or fight.  They may ambush us out  of Vengeance or  fright.

  Kree looked out over the  burning  areas  of the Crater. Some  still burned, while others   were dying out, and  the fuel it fed on died. ..Neither the Black Timer, Nor  the Trace Wood..wish to  send   active  Arrows  into the lands of the  Sand Folk...tghey  fear  counter attacks on our   Trees and homelands?


 His arm Motions to the Cavern Mouth, about 1/2  mile away,..one group of Arrows  was sent   to the   Demon's  Horns.. on some pretense. of relics  and such..they were not  heard of  again. alot of people were  credited , with having died in the Sands. But... I think Most were brought here. As  Both slaves  and Sacrifices.   The   decided  to  take  My Unit   to see for ourselves.... Without  being  sent  by the Arrows  themselves ... Rumors  and spies  , have a  way of   proceeding us...and? I must  say we do tend to leave our mark as we travel.

 ..our  Next step, is to  Return to the Timber...with out  letting the Trace Arrows  know what we suspect... we  will drop of  the  people who wish to go  and Live at the Timber.. but those who do not, will be escorted  to the entrance of the  Timber  , that leads to the road to Tou....

 Then he  looks over the others,..then.. we  return   this way..but  we will divert to   the Trace Wood..and see  about  Hunting  down those   that  i feel have wrong the Arrows...

 He shrugs,After that.. we will have to report to  The Plank, and see  what  contracts are on the offing...

Justin nods then informs Kree of hos hope to assist the mission he has taken on to search forthe ruins. Introducing Brother Palos as a witness and source of information
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  Kree Nods to Palos, But speaks  more to  Justin...if there  is nothing, of more import.. we  may try to take on such a  task... but treight now, the Arrows  come first.. relic hunting, will come second...Should Brother Palos  wish to  stay  with in the rgoup ,he is more then welcome, but he  will have to understand the  Priorities  set....The Arrows    come first,  because without the Arrows, there is  none to  watch over these lands..and right now.. we  must cure  an Ill , In the Trace  Wood  Arrows.

In reply to Kree Quickshadow (msg # 929):

Justin nods then waits for his Brothers deliberation, waiting to continue this contract to the Peaks. Hoping Brother Palos sees Eta's guidance of Kree's Company thus making it extremely good at all it undertakes.
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Feyamir gave Stardancer a tigh lipped smile and a small nod of acknowledgment, then he listened carefully to Kree's explanations. Upon hearing about political moves within the Arrows, he snarled with fury. But spoke none, except glaring furiously for few moments ... before returning to grooming of his giant eagle. One of his eyes returned to Stardancer, before his frown softened further and he just shook his head.
"This world is crazy. Degenerates acting like utter fools, while being of local Sidhelin ... I mean elves. Mini-winged godlings, as if big ones weren't enough. Half-human horse people, at least meeting Stardancer was a nice surprise. Local goblins are brown and black, instead of bald and green. Unfortunately, humans are the same as back home. Unfortunately."

For a moment Feyamir sounded here like some old complaining grandpa. He then looked back to Kree after winking at old Orlin and spoke, still in his oddly accented human tongue.
"So you say that it is not implausible that I was sent here to die, like those other teams, just because I look like your elves and have red hair? That, and I'm foreigner who laughs at the human stupidity much too often? Also, what is with that gigantic finger? It is some god buried?"