Re: The Duchy of Daggerford
In reply to Dungeon Master (msg # 170):
As a mouse, Heluvianal snuggled into the Cloak hood of the nearest companion. He was warm, secure, comfy, tiny. He still felt the forest looming in the distance, the magic eminating through the lands surrounding the trees.
Climbing out of the Cloak, he notices the riders slow at the imminent darkness of the forest and changes back into his normal form behind the rider just before entering.
Home, this is my home, the eyes you feel on you are real, they are the animals, the trees, the plants, the people and the land itself. He then told then some important history (ooc: What the GM posted)
Heluvianal was strangely calm and almost floating in his words, different to the nervous, naive apprentice of the city.