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    (Date Posted:12/28/2013 7:38 PM)
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    Under a blood red moon the Fae elves of summer have been celebrating the Spirits of the elements for days. Newcomers have thrown some added excitement into the age old gathering with shows of electrical light, booming sound, and flashy aerial dancing.

    As another morning sun breaks the horizon almost 200 pairs of wings carry in the battle ready averiels and their holy leader to the center of the artists gathering.

    A good many individuals at the Henge of Stones are awake at this pre-dawn hour and turn their attention to the incoming fleet. Greeters of the rising sun are elated to see Apollos children carried on dawns first light. Balein assumed the best. As he raises his arms in welcome he gestures an  offer of an area of field for them to land in. Clapping twice he demands refreshments for the visitors.


     With a nervous smile he bows deeply to the incoming elves and asks aloud, I can only hope that you have all come in armor to re-enact the Fall of Solomon? A ballet of this size would be epic and worthy of hymn and song!!

    His eyes shoot to the newcomers as they come into his view. He wondered how much of this would prove to be coincidence.    

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    RE:Feast of the Hunters Moon
    (Date Posted:01/01/2014 11:48 AM)

    Baxter awakens the next morning nice and rested. The padded cot he was provided was unusually comfortable, or he was acceptionally tired. Most likely the latter due to all the spells he cast last night during the show. He smiled as he remembered the previouse nights entertainment. Thanks to Tarn and his knowledge of this sort of thing, the show went off successfully and Balien handed over the key without a second thought. Baxter stretches, sits up and slowly stands, bones popping as he does so. After another quick stretch and a quick look around he pulls out the odd pine cone shaped key for a closer look. It looked ancient and very alien to him. This would likely take all day at least to indentify. He then pulls his back pack out from under his cot and goes through its contents making sure everything was there, especially the items they found in the crashed spelljammer vessel. 4 viles with a glowing liquid in them (Mind Immunity), an amulet (ESP), a ring (mind shielding), a staff (enfeeblement), a strange gord with several silvery runes (Chinese symbols: magic Jar: demon trap), a set of robes (Improved spellcasting 1 level), and the diary written in a very strange language. (Traitor Illithid: Life shaper: Atha Keetha) The diary would most likely be usefull when using the key, so maybe starting with that would help. The rest of the items would have to be indentified as well. Each one could also take a full day to complete. Packing everything back up in the back pack, Baxter dresses in his normal robes leaving the extravagant festival robes hanging in the tent, plops his dusty brown wizards hat on his head and walks outside.

    Apon leaving the tent Baxter grabs hold of his staff for balance as he ducks. A large bird nearly knocks his hat off as it lands near his tent. Baxters eyes widen as he looks around and notices they are not birds, but lots and lots of winged elves coming in for a landing at the festival. They didn't seem to be weapon ready, so hopefully this is a peacefull visit.

    Meanwhile at the base of a large treestump near the center of the festivities, a large colorful minotaur sits up. Empty wine bottles, ale pitchers, and half eaten foodstuffs roll off the large bovine warrior as he sits up holding his large horned head. "Holy Mother Cow!! I over did it!!" His thoughts are quickly interrupted as a winged elf lands in front of him. The startled Minotaur quickly gets to his feet and looks around. Hundreds of winged elves, the sky was dotted with them, and all of them were landing at the festival. He looked down and saw he was still wearing the outfit he wore at the show last night. All his real gear was still in the tent where Baxter was. His head swooned again as he tried to get his bearings and head tward their tent. After a few stumbles, trips, and generally embarrassing attempts at walking, Jett finally arrives at their tent just as Baxter comes out. He looks down at Baxter with a concerned look... "Are we under attack?"

    Baxter shakes his head with a smile... "Im sure if we were under attack, we would not be awake now to see it. Plus Balien just welcomed them, so he must know them." He turns back to Jett after a look around... "Get inside and get dressed, we need to find the others and get back on the road soon."

    Jett nods and disappears into the tent where he begins gathering his belongings, getting cleaned up and dressed in his normal gear. He too will leave his outfit hanging inside the tent.

    Baxter in the meantime stays outside the entrance of the tent and waits for everyone else to make an appearance.




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    RE:Feast of the Hunters Moon
    (Date Posted:01/08/2014 7:51 PM)

    Jeyelle landed gracefully in front of the troupe's leader and was extremely gratified to hear hundreds of other light feet and wings set down nearby. Her gaze took in the revelers and surprise flashed across her angular face as she noted the minotaur among them. The cleric folded her wings behind her and gave a curt nod and bow to Balien. "Well met, Balien," she smiled. The smile didn't quite reach her silvery eyes. "I wish that I could say we had come to partake in the festivities, but I fear that our business is far more urgent." Jeyelle politely waved away the refreshments and asked, "I don't suppose there is a more private place where the two of us could hold council?" Balien nodded and she followed him into a large, nearby tent. Once inside, the elf's features grew grim.

    "I will speak plainly, my friend. I recently encountered some undead illithid. It was only by Apollo's Bright Grace that I arrived before they had regained enough strength to do more damage. I don't know if you remember the war that I and our followers fought years ago, but the same ship that we had bested then apparently held more cargo than we had discovered the first time. The holds had been plundered and two coffins had been disturbed. In one, was a mind flayer of what I believe to be great power. In the other, was what I can only assume was one of his unholy creations. The abomination repeated orders to "Kill Balien". I dispatched them both in Apollo's name, so they shouldn't be a problem anymore. However..."

    Jeyelle paused with a slight tilt to her head, crossed her slim arms and studied the actor for any clues that her guess of his involvement had been accurate. "Since the name Balien is rather uncommon, I assumed you would know something about this and be quite relieved to know that they had been dealt with. I and my brethren are on our way to Elmshade Village. The great powers there have summoned us to a meeting about these undead beings and their ships, which have begun to reappear across our world." The cleric's brow furrowed in a deep frown. "I imagine that I don't have to tell you how serious this is, Balien. Whatever it is that you know, you must tell me. I will vouch for your safety from retribution for any part you may have played in this...event. But if you lie to me, and I find out later that you knowingly withheld vital information, know that I will find you and mete justice in the name of my Holy Father."
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    RE:Feast of the Hunters Moon
    (Date Posted:01/11/2014 5:48 PM)

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    Sweet drinks, rare spiced meats and delicacies are offered again once inside and then placed at arms reach. As you pass thru the throngs of onlookers his inner guard detects you from afar looking for magic, unusual items, curses and the like. Once in the shade of inside imported silks make the walls of the plush tent, as small suspended braziers of opium incense sweeten the air. Golden finery and hand wrought doilies are thick and layered. Balien, no stranger to wars or strife listens intently to her every word.

    His smile and lilting voice reinforces his look, He waves his hand in a roll showing no alarm or concern, I assume you could detect a falsity if spoke to you in malice or beneath a deceit. A common trick to us Travelers, he adds with a roughish smile, but then again my dearest of Fae. I have successfully told the tallest of tales to the most gilded of paladins as a jest of humility and point, but with you General, on this Sun soaked morn, I have no reason to chide. And your entourage discourages such a notion I must say.

    Seasons ago the illithid of which you inquire was a bane to our ppl in the wilds. Entire families were disappearing to it's floating sky ship. So as you would expect I put out a sizable contract among all my travelers in all their guilds and outposts. In time a small thin thief named Elad the Fortuitous, I'll never forget him, young kid, skinny, long hair, blind as a bat, brought me some items he claimed belonged to the alien NohKash-Alisshish.  My object readers confirmed it after about a month of expensive identifications.

    I had every intention to barter the items for a peace treaty but my feelers came back empty. Never had a problem again.

    You know ordinarily we don't war or pick sides. Travelers are more about freedom and profits. But I will admit to you this, He leans in and whispers slightly, I tell you this free of charges and in good faith due to our peoples longstanding alliance, but recently some newcomers did come thru here, they put on the best damned display We've seen in decades. All they asked about was the items of that same illithid!

    Perhaps you should speak with them? They are here now. Unusual band of fellows I admit. A minstrel-cook, a human sage, a woods giant and a minotaur. Everything I had belonging to that old illithid I traded to them for quite literally "a song and a dance"

    And for one fleeting second you see within Balien, the King of the Assassins, the Assassin of Kings. His 1 eye flitches black as he slowly explains, I will ask that you remind your constituents that the entertainers are here as my guests and under my protection. Any unauthorized altercations will be sorely met. You know the chant "Do one Traveler dark and the rest will turn on you" In fact Violence of any kind is not permitted within the Henge of Stones during the Hunters Moon.   

    His smile erupts wide and grand as his arms open up to you. Laughingly he carries on, But please, eat, dance, drink be merry. Have a meeting if you like. We can see to those needs. I can have notice sent to any you wish to parley with. Do you or your large accompaniment have any other wants we can see to in the meanwhile? We will do our best?

    (anyone can go now, wide open)

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    RE:Feast of the Hunters Moon
    (Date Posted:01/20/2014 11:17 AM)

    Although her mission was serious, Balien's charm and the lavish surroundings inside the tent made Jeyelle feel more relaxed and her stiff posture eased a bit. She even smiled. "Thank you for being honest, Balien. I would like to speak with these 'newcomers' and perhaps discover their roles in these strange happenings. I had noticed the minotaur...a beast that unusual in lands so far from its home is certain to draw attention." The cleric thought a moment. "In fact, it seems quite unusual that it would be traveling with such an odd assortment of people. But surely I will learn more in speaking with them. My...fellow clerics are probably already well stocked, but I'm sure they would like to partake a bit in some of your food and drink, since you have been gracious enough to offer. I don't plan for us to be here very long, but there is little harm in refreshing ourselves before our journey to Elmshade. I will let them know this is a brief rest stop and then we will be on our way. I'll return to this tent in a few minutes if you would be kind enough to let the band of strangers know that I wish to parley with them?"

    Jeyelle stepped outside the tent and looked around for Isiah. When she found him, she let him know that they wouldn't be resting long, but for the others to eat and drink a little, if they were so inclined. "I have a few more people with whom I need to speak and then we can be on our way," she told him. "Please make sure no one gets too intoxicated and of course, I expect there to be no problems or the trouble-makers will answer to me."

    The elf woman then returned to Balien's tent and waited with curiosity to meet the strange group who might have more information for her about the mind flayers. As she waited, she tried a couple of the more unusual delicacies that were arranged on platters inside. One of the finer chocolates had her closing her eyes in bliss and a smile of pure contentment crept across her face. By Apollo's Holy Light, she thought. I hope there are treats like this in the Halls of Heroes. It would make death seem a small price to pay!
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    RE:Feast of the Hunters Moon
    (Date Posted:01/26/2014 10:23 PM)

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    Well Tarn is bright eyed and bushy tailed as soon as the first sound of feathers fluttering.

    A flock of reclusive elves with a young fit female leader? *sproing* He quickly and quietly puts some common ppl in motion. He arranges and pushes several of his new friends into serving snacks and beverages to the many visitors. A lite vegetable roll and sweet water is most common. As they move in and out of the crowd with serving baskets he listens looks (feels) and learns who's who and what's going on inside the ranks.

    Balien's company also brings out some flaky pastries and cream on silver platters but some mysterious spice gets on them making them inedible. They leave to work it out and Tarn's ppl are the majority.

    Periodically theater folk share what they've seen up close or overheard in passing with him. In return he gives them a flashy wink and his go-lucky smile as he tells them he'll remember their face or name in his next production. From under his hood he watches the 3 weird trekkers and the legion of flyers as they inevitably seek each other out. He's staying back and hidden until he's sure it's safe...and profitable.


    Baxter and Jett can't get far without a small throng of fans pressing near. Several colorfully dressed elves, half elves, humans and some shorter 1/2 folk all try to interact with you talking about everything from breakfast to the weather. Still they push scrolls and contracts under your noses. One wants them to visit his village and perform, another asks them to speak at his sect, and one has a farm and he wants Jett to talk to the cows and tell him what ails them. 

    So a circle of folks forms around you whenever you 2 step outside.


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    Wynry has been out to the henge outskirts with some neophyte-druids going over some rune carvings on the ancient stones. And also finding some delicious vita-vine to chew on. After their sun up ceremony to the dawn she meanders back to the compound. When the winged battalion arrives she shapes shifts into various forms (a snake, a mouse, a child) as  she walks thru a few tents and loses her entourage. Emerging looking like a small human tomboy again she gets close to Jett and Baxter out front of their tents.

    Whoa! What's this all about guys? Something must really have really ruffled their feathers to put them in such a motion. *snorts* Get it? See how I did that? Her children sized laughter is lite as she chews on the woody vine hanging out of her mouth.  Ahh, that's rich. Feathers.

    So, whaddya think they want? I'll bet it aint be birdseed.


    Balien rolls his hand and reversing out he bows respectfully again to Jeyelle. I will see it done milady. And with a crumple of silk and a smell of lace he exits. Looking the field he spies the emerging vsitors. Ahem! Ahem I say! You there! Friends, my dear artists! Come hither. I have reason to bend your ear.

    Following him during diplomatic affairs are always his four pompous preeners. They shadow him and strike out at flecks of dirt and random imperfections that may take from his fine foppery. He strides up to the three of you and speaks loud enough for anyone to hear. A summons unto thou stalwart travelers! Yonder chieften, Jeyelle of the Sun Temples, cares to have morning crumpets and tea. Shall you acquiesce her invitation?


    Stepping almost from no-where Tarn comes forward from the crowd. He throws his hood back. There you all are! Didn't see you there. Wow, meet the elves leader you say? What coincidence I happened onto the group just now! What timing! Yes by all means, let's have a look at her snacks!




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    RE:Feast of the Hunters Moon
    (Date Posted:02/04/2014 5:31 PM)

    Baxter waits outside the tent a short while until Jett emerges wearing his normal gear again. Body paints and temporary tattoos can still be seen peeking out from under his armor. Baxter was about to say something till he noticed a tint of blue still on his own hands. He shakes his head and looks to Jett... "We'll find a lake or waterfall once we leave and wash these paints off." He then turns back to the throng of new fans that have gathered around him with a smile. He remains polite and cheerful as they ask him detailed questions about the show last night. He tries to explain what spells he used and how Tarn would cue him when it was time. "Actually, the real master of the show would be Tarn. It was all his idea and he could explain things much better than I." Looking around he didn't see Tarn at the moment, but noticed Wynry working her way tward them. Jett noticed her struggling as the crowd seemd to consume her. So with one hand he reaches out and plucks her up from the crowd, and sets her up atop his horns. Unfortunatly several other fans see this and plead for a minotaur ride. In the meantime Baxter hears her quick joke about the winged elves and gives a little chuckle before looking back to her with a half stern look trying to hold back a smile. "Wynry, that was comical, but I doubt they would think so. Don't let them hear you talking like that." He looks back to the scene as hundreds of winged elves continue to land around them... "I'm not sure what they want my dear, but I don't think we should stick around to find out."

    Then another voice rings out, and Baxter looks to see Balien calling to them. He was extending an invitation to meet with someone named Jayelle. Baxter nodded and smiled tward Balien while his mind went elsewhere. Sun Temples? The name sounded familiar but he could not place it. If only he studied elven history better. Then suddenly Tarn appeared next to him out of thin air. Baxter nearly jumped out of his robes. Tarn apparently heard Baliens invitation as well, however he said something next that made him worry. "Elves leader?" Baxter choked out the words and then tried to compose himself. "Great! Well Wynry, looks like your gonna get an answer to your question." ...he then leans close to Tarn, grabs his arm and pulls him closer.. "Please tell me we didn't trespass on anyones holy ground going to that ship? Cause if that's why they are all here, we're in deep shit!" He then turns to Jett to motion him to follow and chuckles at what he sees.

    Jett had Wynry on top his head, and several young elves and halflings climbing all over him. Jet just stood there with his arms stretched out lifting them all up and down gently with very little effort. He seemed to be enjoying himself and actually smiling. Baxter hated to break it up, but they were needed elsewhere. "Jett! Say goodbye to your friends for now we have to go meet the leader of these winged elves." He was almost drowned out near the end of his sentence as the elves and halflings hanging on Jett let out a disappointing moan.

    Jett set everyone down except Wynry and followed baxter and the others tward Baliens tent.


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    RE:Feast of the Hunters Moon
    (Date Posted:02/15/2014 6:28 PM)

    After Tarn stepped out and didn't look exactly like one of the crowds common revelers anymore he was immediately identified and surrounded by the crowd deflected by Bax, I hear you I do. Um, let me think, ah yes! We will be having a question and answer very soon to decide if we will accept any contracts. We'll be ahhhh...*squints as he looks around* right over there *points to random tent* yes, if everything goes well we'll be there a little later. But my associates the Masterful Symphony mage Baxter and the exotic Thespian minotaurian dancer Jett only accept offers from quiet respectful organizations so plz go wait humbly until they call upon your indinidual institutions. After some mild protests they fade to the tent indicated. The gnome occupants are just rising and try to explain that this is their tent and they're all crazy but to their dismay the group still settles in for a wait.

    Looking down from atop the mountain of fur, horns and armored muscle Winry smiled out of the corner of her mouth as she gnawed on the thick brown root. She raised one eyebrow to Baxter, Aw, Hells with em if they can't take a joke.*snickering* What're they gonna do? Flog us like a rooster? Besides I kinda assumed all you mages had that fireball spell. I've seen that one, very nasty on the webs and feathers. I can always turn into a lion if things get huffy. Birds hate cats ya know. Hmm, I bet these birdy-elves play all their games in the air, that would be fun. Maybe I should turn into an eagle and follow them around, her current little human face belied her true shape but her flippant careless attitude was always the same. She knew Baxter could cast fly on ppl. Visions of them all zooming thru the air playing tag gave her face a distant...vacant look.

    Tarn, proud of himself for redirecting the crowd for a later date winced at the thought of them transgressing some sacred area of the bird people. He wasn't religious but he knew some ppl were dead serious about some beliefs. And he didn't believe in testing any of them. You know. Just in case one was real.

    He whispered out of the side of his mouth back to Baxter, they all 3 stood near enough to one another to hear his soft words, My heraldry is pretty good,  After speaking with some operatives earlier he already knew many of their symbols and rankings. They're all about the sun gods and light I think, I didn't see anything that indicated this group at the crash site. I did hear they're all amassing for some big To-do. They expect a battle. A big one. They might be going to Elmshade also. But then again, if your right and they are pissed at us I say we scatter like butterflies. I'll rendezvous with you all later at the Henge of Stones at midnight.

    If not I want to find out what exactly they're up to. Knowledge is power right. Or is it ignorance is bliss? I get those two confused. In any case it's usually a lot safer following an outfit like this. Less attention on us.

    Balien goes in before you and announces your arrival. With grandeur and an impossibly low bow to the floor that can only be attained thru yoga-like practice he announces your entry. You all gather yourselves up take a deep breath and enter the voluminous tent by ducking through the silken fabric door. Jett has to almost take a knee to scoot thru the human sized opening with winry skillfully riding his shoulder and horn hand hold.

    Once inside your eyes adjust quickly and the smell of fruit and light incense meets your senses. The interior is a cross of Chinese silks and Arabic nomadic designs.

    Balien excuses himself to allow you privacy and indicates a small silver bell near Jeyelles cushion that can summon servants. Other plush floor cushions surround the low table filled with a few savory snacks and pitchers of wine and fruit juices.

    You are all an unusual site. Tarn likes what he see as he first takes in Jeyelle's slim form and fine bone structure. Looking her from toe to tip without thinking he also takes notice of her armor, weapons, visible valuables and badges or symbols.

    With a regal bow he raises his chin and smiles broadly, I am Tarn O'Malley milady, commoner of birth and cook to the armies of men. I humbly answer your summons. And these are my good friends and comrades, He turns to the other 3. I think surnames and titles may be in order my friends.  








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    RE:Feast of the Hunters Moon
    (Date Posted:02/16/2014 10:45 PM)

    Symphony Mage? What the hell is that anyway? Baxter could only shake his head and listen helplessly as Tarn redirected the crowd elsewhere. At least it worked, and except for a couple of upset gnomes everyone seemed satisfied. Baxter couldn't help but feel very nervous. He had no idea why an army of winged elves arrived only the next morning after they had arrived in camp. Tarns explanation was possible, but how important WAS this meeting in Elmshade if the winged army was even going there at all. He nodded to Tarns plan if things went sour. Unfortunatly Baxter would likely lose the cart and all his supplies in it if they had to leave quickly. That would put a kink in his plans for the ruins... but what choice did he have.

    He looks up to Winry with a concerned look... "We should stick together for now Winry, in case we need to make a hasty retreat." He looks around to make sure nobody else is in earshot before looking back to her once again... "Yes, I know that spell. Lets hope I don't have to use it."

    Once inside the tent, Baxter noticed all the luxury surrounding them. It was amazing how comfortable everything looked. The fine furnishings were better than what he had seen in a kings court, and the food was just as fine. Perhaps performing with this particular company wouldn't be so bad. Even the cot he slept on last night was many times more comfortable than the ones in his shelter spell. He would have to work on that. Looking across the tent he noticed a female winged elf looking at them as he surveyed the inside. She looked important... like a priest of some kind. His heart rate then increased as he began looking for a possible quick exit from the tent. Tarn then spoke up and introduced himself, and even gave his real name... well... at least the name he told us that is. He was however well mannered and well spoken, like he had done this sort of thing before. Perhaps if nothing else, his silver tongue could talk them out of any impending mess they were about to get in.

    Once Tarn motioned to the rest to introduce themselves, Baxter stepped forward and bowed to Jayelle politely. "I am Baxter Worthington, Archeologist, Scholar and Sage of the Mage Tower of Waterdeep." He then looks back to Jett, and tries his best to send him a be nice signal.

    Jett steps up as well, his hooves thump solidly under his hulking frame. He then bows politely as well trying to mimic Baxter. "I am Jett. Friend and business partner to Baxter." As he bows he gently lets Winry slide off his shoulder if she wants, and returns to stand behind Baxter.


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    RE:Feast of the Hunters Moon
    (Date Posted:02/18/2014 12:18 AM)

      Balien returned with his guests much sooner than Jeyelle expected and she carefully swallowed the huge mouthful of chocolate that she had been savoring. It wouldn't do to appear gluttonous to the strangers, so she smiled at them with her chipmunk cheeks slowly losing the puffed out look from all the delicious food in her mouth. She listened to them politely as they introduced themselves and nodded as she took a drink of wine to cleanse her mouth. Setting down the glass and swallowing, the elven woman smiled again and stepped forward, arms crossing lightly over her chest.

    "Well met, all of you. Thank you for agreeing to speak with me. I am Jeyelle Wind-walker, Chosen of His Holy Brightness, Apollo." The cleric looked each of them in the eyes and kept her lips curled into a small smile at the edges. She continued. "The company of elves you may have noticed outside are with me and we are on our way to a very important meeting at the village of Elmshade. We have been summoned there by the powerful guardians of that area. War is coming and no one in the realm will be safe or unaffected. It has already started. We had a skirmish with some of the enemy this very morning." When she reached the end of the tent, she turned and began to pace back the other way, still watching all of the strangers intently.

    "I asked to meet with you because I believe that you may have valuable information that could aid us in our coming fight." Here, she paused to look at each one of them with a serious, but friendly gaze. "It is important that you be honest with me, as it could be a matter of life and death for all involved. Not far from here is a crash site of a certain type of flying ship. The craft was piloted by evil creatures that my brethren and I have fought in the past. They are often undead and I have recently discovered that they are creating abominations from captives that they take from our world and others that they have conquered.

    The beasts making the monsters are called illithids...some call them mind-flayers. They have mind powers far beyond what you and I possess, and they are quite adept at using them. I believe from what I have seen that they have again come to this world to harvest more bodies and souls to turn into their wicked creations."
    A frown had formed between her slim brows and she sighed, looking down in momentary thought. Her voice was not quite steady when she continued.

    "We have lost many brave and good people in the fight against the illithids. Many more will be lost again unless we can somehow manage to stop them." The battle-cleric looked up at them again, a pleading look in her grey eyes. "I need your help. I have heard that you have been asking about information pertaining to certain artifacts that could have belonged to the mind-flayers. If you have come across such items of power, or might know of their whereabouts, you could be of great use to our cause. Anything that might give us an advantage will help. Although the elves outside might seem like a large army to you, I can almost certainly promise you that the enemies we face have a lot more foes to throw at us than we may withstand. We are few in number in comparison. With Apollo's Grace we will prevail, and I pray that you will consider helping us stay the darkness a little bit longer." Jeyelle picked up her wineglass again and took a long, thoughtful swallow from it as she waited to hear what the group would have to say.
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    Winry went un-noticed and un-announced. She assumed it was her form. She knew little about human society. But she had noticed their little ones were often dismissed and not considered reliable sources of information.

    Winry on the other hand found them the most accepting and honest. The local kids were an invaluable source of the day to day goings on. Their perception and keen senses always surprised her. On occasion a few would tell her the most interesting things about their village lives and the adults while she was in the shape of a bright eyed squirrel.

    Winry slides to the floor. Every time Jeyelle paces past winry the tyke tries to sneak a pet of her feathers. She looks at Baxter, Sure we busted up a squid head n his buddy, took is stuff, but what we found doesn't look too interesting. Kinda boring if you ask me.

    Tarn shoots her a wth? are you doin look. He wasn't ready to release that information. Unaware of him, or ignoring, she tilts her head to one side not really caring about much outside of these rare blue pistachios. She eats them shell and all with a good amount of shredding noise. We are going over to Elmshade to help tho. The squid heads are nasty critters that have got to go somewhere else, their way of life disrupts everything natural. 

    Tarn follows up with (etiquette), Yes, that's accurate, we did find a few things that led us to believe this one alien was possibly a rouge, maybe even hated by it's own kind. We may be able to find remnants of it's lair but I don't think you or the wardens of the continent would find it very useful or interesting. Perhaps you and I could take a closer look over dinner tonight? My treat. I'm sure my friends and your entourage can find something to occupy their time for a short bit...or maybe longer. He gives her "the look" The smoking sultry stare that had rolled so many maidens into his bed.

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    The little tomboy doesn't pay much attention to the group. On a small side table is a smaller dwarf fruit tree in an ornate clay pot. Placed there to supply the freshest product the little girl has eaten every orange fruit from it's thick branches. With one gingerly touch it to the short trunk it instantly swells reaches taller and several small buds develop fully into fat ripe fruit. Happy she picks one off and bites into it, skin and all. Her eyes close in enjoyment. Mmmmm...good. She raises one to Jett, Want one? They're good n squishy.

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