OOC: With seven characters in the Central Group, I couldn't fit them all under the Subject. Here they are: Borjnen, Borun, Grimfast, Lady Isile, Saxon, Tavaro and Radajast.


Once the two flanking groups have departed, Radagast climbs aboard Saxon's wagon, and this group heads out.

Borjnen and Borun are content to walk along beside the wagon, though they are welcome to climb aboard any time they want.

How will Grimfast travel?

How will Tavaro travel?

Will Lady Isile take to the sky for them?


The gently rolling brown hills not only have nothing growing on them, but the dirt is kind of caked together, not really loose until you step on it.

Stepping across the threshold of the Brown Lands is like stepping through a doorway from inside a house to the frigid cold outside. It's not a change in temperature, but a change in essence, albeit a near-physical change. It's almost like you've taken a weight onto your shoulders.

It's depressing, it's numbing, and at times it makes your skin crawl.

As Tavaro steps into the Brown Lands, his green leaves turn autumn brown, his steps lethargic. High overhead, the prince of great eagles circles slowly, regarding the caravan. But Tavaro only had sight for the barren wastes ahead.

"Oh, what a crime, what a crime. Such beauty there once was here. A wonder of nature, among the finest creations of the Ents. All gone, all gone. It makes me sad, my steps heavy. Like stone. So heavy. The air here is... heavy. This is not a place for me. Into the ground, yes, into the ground I go. Hrrrrm."

And so the strange being seemed to turn to sand and stone, and crumbled to dust that was absorbed by the ground.

The guardian was inside the wagon and Saxon had lashed himself to the roof of the wagon again. With Radagast driving is was a rather fun ride no matter what way he looked at it. "Interesting, you are a Genus Loci. As such you shouldn't be effected by other lands as you draw from your own. Either my assessment is wrong or you are far more wide ranging than a normal Genus Loci."

The fact the land had so much life lost was depressing but Saxon was never one to really be effected by the past too much. The future was always going to be such a brighter place.

Although it did explain to him why Radagast would have brought him along. It also scared him a little, Saxon was well aware of what he could do and if Radagast needed an ace in the hole when it came to fighting fire with fire... it was not going to be a happy story save for the ending.

Tavaro quickly discovers that the unNatural effect of the Brown Lands extends below ground as well. His earth elemental form cannot maintain a contiguous connection with the dirt and stones here, so his physical form can move along through the ground, but his spirit cannot.


Even the Dwarves find walking across the ground a bit unnerving. It's like their connection with the earth has been... cut off, as if the ground beneath their feet isn't really ground at all. They have no desire to dig here.


In spite of the reputation of the Brown Lands, nothing you could have imagined prepared you for this.

Saxon eyeballed the nature spirit and the rough time he was having. He then leaned over the side of the wagon and opened the little pot that he kept all of the fire embers in when he closes down the cook fires. "If you can fit, there is enough fuel and flame in there to house a flame. As it is mine it should help you a little with the doldrums of this place."

Like a whale the earth heaves where Tavaro had stood, and a giant form of earth emerged roaring in anger. It stood like a great man, broad and squat, with a skin of rock and a face of stone, and it stomped about in great anger, flipping over rocks in its tantrum.

"ROCK AND STONE! EVEN THE EARTH IS DEFILED! GREAT CRIME! GREAT CRIMES OF MEN AND ORCS AND WORSE!"






OOC: Current form:
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It seemed that the groups were dividing again and she was placed with a group for the Central bound.

Like most of her kin, she was very quiet and talked even less than normal.  But her eyes were always moving and watching as if she knew that something or someone was watching them as well.

The land here was something she never crossed for the energy within her own body felt as if was being siphon from her.

Spreading her arms and taking flight she remained high in the sky over looking the land and watching for any movements up ahead of the wagon.  IF any she would screech or send a message to someone.

Saxon stood on-top of the wagon, still tethered. "HEY! Thrashing about is going to get nothing done but end up knocking over my wagon. We are resolving the situation currently, but it is not something a rock throwing a tantrum can handle. So calm down, and get in the kettle so we can go get the Ent wives back and resolve that issue. They can replenish the plants that will in turn help replenish the land."

He held up the kettle. "There will be a time for reckoning but now is not it old spirit. Let that rage fuel you through this so that you can come back with even more strength to resolve this issue, the wives will desire this resolved even more than you."

That might have been the wrong thing to say to the enraged spirit considering the circumstance. "A KETTLE!? DECEPTION AND TRICKERY OF WICKED THINGS! NATURE WILL NOT BE TRAPPED BY A MAN!" It seemed to be in the process of picking up a particularly large rock, heaving it overhead..

She shook her head as the display of might was shown by Tavaro.  If only he could control his rage.  It would only alert anything in the area of our being here.

The element of surprise will surely be gone.