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[Forest] What Fools These Mortals Be


I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.
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A soft, sweet midsummer’s night, with nay a cloud in a soon to be starry sky, and the gentlest of breezes sighing through the trees. A forest, much like any other by day, that seemed bewitched on this here night. Or perhaps just under Fate’s gaze. Or the meddling interference of a lilac-hued elf. Who could be sure?

There was nothing to raise the suspicions of any weary travellers who sought shelter beneath her boughs, the woods were as benevolent as they might ever be, a soft spring of moss underfoot, the protective arms of the trees reaching skywards, shading the fading gold of the day, and later letting through just enough silvery light from moon and stars that a path might be found through carpets of green.

Summer’s heat, which had hung heavy in the light of the suns, now faded to a balmy warmth, coaxing the petals of the nightstar flowers to unfurl, their spice sweet fragrance curling up and around dappled glade and shadowed copse. Nor was the place silenced by the air of mischief. Rather the familiar soundscape of Telath’s creatures going about their darkening, the soft babble of a nearby brook, the whisper of magic in the trees.

The stage was set, all that was needed was the players. The Puppet Master and an unwitting cast of innocents stumbling unknowing into what might be a dream. Or perhaps a nightmare. Only time would tell.

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One such player (playa) was an elf. A wandering as he was want to be, his dawdlings on a summer’s day had left him further from his destination that he might have anticipated, and so there was a bed to be made in these woods this night. He was, for now, trying to quell the irrational fear that he could feel rising at the looming shadows cast by the trees. Ever since that unfortunate little trip he’d had whilst overdosing on blood in Northumbria, his amore for forests at night-time had waned somewhat. Damn Vampire .

But as he reassured himself that these trees were definitely not trying to eat him, he ventured a little deeper, trying to find somewhere that might offer a good spot to sleep. Hesitantly, he looked upward into the boughs of the Oak tree he stood nearest to, muttering as he reached up with both hands to pull himself upward, a foot finding purchase on the gnarled trunk to give him enough propulsion to launch himself upwards into the lowest slung branches.

“Saesa uma l-mata amin mellonin” Please don’t eat me , friend he whispered, giving the tree a gentle pat as he wedged himself into a secure-ish nook. Suitably situated, he rummaged in his pack to find a somewhat meagre supper, and returned with a handful of almonds and a questionable piece of cheese. Feasting like a King he was not.

But, depressing pracenda aside, Calanon could not dispute it was a fine place to watch the sunlight shift into shadow, and with a sigh, he sat back and waited for the stars to come out.
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The world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. Or was that a different story? Rosie was confused in ways that she had never experienced before. She had everything she ever dreamed of: a ship and freedom. She could do whatever she wanted, whenever the muses decided to inspire her to do so. And yet she felt incomplete, uninspired. There was something missing and she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

Well… if she was being completely honest with herself, she would have been able to pinpoint the exact cause of her discomfort. But Rosie wasn't one to do such things. It was easier to hide and lie. Easier to pretend that such matters didn't bother her.

The woman wasn't really the sort to go frolicking in the woods. The seas were her escape. The oppressive canopy of hanging boughs gave her a sense of claustrophobia. But there was something pulling her towards these woods this night. Some sort of magic that she couldn't tear herself from. No matter that the woman abhorred magic and thought its wielders to be brash and undisciplined. She was in its thrall and there wasn't anything she could do about it.

The underbrush crackled beneath her boots. The sleeves of her favorite shirt caught on the passing bushes. She didn't know where she was going, or why she was going there. How she had wound up so far from her ship was beyond her. How long had she been wandering? Gods, she was going insane.

Her eyes were on the tops of the trees, hoping to spy the familiar sight of her stars. Perhaps they could help navigate her back to where she was meant to be.

It was for this reason that she didn't notice the small hole when her foot planted itself there and sent her tumbling, rather inelegantly, to the forest floor. She let out a cry of surprise which was then followed by a resounding thud and rustling of woodland creatures as they scurried from the scene.

”Feth me in the ass!” she cried as loud as she possibly could, frustration curling around each word. The woman lay flat on her back and refused to move. Nothing hurt, except her pride. The only consolation was that no one had been around to witness her folly. Now she just had to lay there until she could muster the will to live again.

As she scanned the shadows of the trees, the outline of a man appeared. She squinted and made out the pointed ears and familiar face. Well, if he hadn’t seen her fall, he most certainly would have heard her exclamation. Might as well try to play it off.

She raised a hand from her prone position and called to him, ”Bonjour, Monsieur Calanon! Have you seen my ship around here?” She laughed at the absurd notion her ship would be housed between the tree trunks and nestled her arm beneath her head. Perhaps she would just lay here and die. It seemed a better plan than facing the teasing that was sure to come her way
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There are many events in the womb of time, which will be delivered. It is impossible to know what they are before they unfold. And it was the excitement of the mystery of all that may come that made life so interesting to the sweet Silrosian elf. She never knew each brightening what it would hold for her.


This brightening had been full and extremely busy for the elf and she found herself unpleasantly overstimulated and in dire need of the space of something soothing and calming where she could be alone and find balm for her soul. And there was no where better for a wood elf than the forest.


The last of the suns was no more than half a candlemark from dipping below the horizon and plunging all the Empire into the sweet hues of the twilight candlemarks. Leaving all her cares and obligations behind, Niven’s small slippered feet glided across the forest floor, her hand outstretched beside her gently feeling the flora as she passed by it. The soft sounds of the fauna around her making their way to their homes and preparing themselves and their families for the darkening before them brought a smile to her face. A doe and her fawn traipsed past her, stopping for a moment to acknowledge the intruder and ensure she was not a danger. Niven gazed upon them, her expression open and nonthreatening.


The sounds of a woman cursing had the pair bounding off deeper into the forest and caused Niven’s head to turn sharply in the direction from whence it had come. She was not alone, that much was now clear, and whomever it was was not far. Gently sighing, Niven walked in the direction of the noise, her head cocked to one side and she tried to see who it was that was here with her. Her hand went to her hip where she wore her jewel encrusted dagger, just in case she needed it.


She came to a space where she could see the scene through some foliage where her green eyes set upon Rosie on the forest floor, a face the elf immediately recognized, as the woman called out her joke to her friend. ‘Calanon?!’ Her brow furrowed. No, she could not have heard right. What were the chances? Niven’s eyes followed the gaze of the woman where she, too, made out the male elf’s silhouette among the boughs of the large oak.


What a funny coincidence,” she murmured to herself, amused at this turn of events. “Serale!" She called out to the two people she recognized, as she pushed through the greenery and revealing her presence. A few stray leaves and twigs caught in her waist length platinum blonde hair as she moved. “I was sure I’d find myself all alone here this darkening. It seems you both were also drawn to the sweet serenity of this forest as I was.
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Who knew why the others had wandered into the forest, or what mysterious force had managed to draw them there. The last of those concerned would have been Adyn, who did not typically like the seclusion of the woods, nor the array of insects that made their home there. No, the "mysterious" force that had driven the rogue was the very typical "call of nature", which he had just managed to satisfy by the time the sound of voices found their way, muffled, through the air.

Confused, the man meandered his way back toward the source of the activity. His frequent trips in and out of the city took him past this portion of the forest quite often, and not a single time had he run into any manner of travelers before. His horse, tethered not far off, hadn't seemed inclined to alert him to the presence of others, and with a grumble he wondered if it was worth traveling with a mutt or two for extra measure.

Even having not suited up in armor, the man had daggers harnessed on his person, and his hand drifted to the one at the small of his back as he neared the conversation. His boots crunched against the grass and earth of the forest floor, the subtlety he commanded being something seemingly lost to him outside the city walls. As he broke the brush and peered out beyond, his brows lifted in surprise.

There in the space ahead was not one person he recognized, but three, all gathered together. The odds of that caused his expression to contort into one of abject confusion. He floundered for the words, stepped further toward them, pale eyes drifting from one to the other. In the end, his muscles refused to ease and he merely stammered a haphazard response.

"...the feth are you guys doing here?"

Well, it was certainly a start.
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oocLet’s get this ish started.

Cue the puppet mistress, stage left.

Liahal Kard en i’Elentiri was in the trees, sprawled haphazardly among the branches and their flowering leaves. Lazing, was the Quel’anthasan’s posture, sprawled on the far most reaching branch, the faintest glimmer of the stars peeking through the foliage’s silhouette. But the woman could not be distracted by such trivialities such as the stars tonight, no. In her hands was the daintiest glass jar one would ever see, adorned with four ornate feet and topped tight with a cork. She reached her arms above her, masking the view of the stars with this very peculiar jar. Inside it was a glowing blue gas, shimmered with specks of gold that waxed and waned, and which shined much brighter than the stars.

”What do you think it is, titta?” Her head turned left to the nimrban atop the neighboring branch, who chittered impatiently. Rauko did not like sitting still, the nimrban preferring to be in perpetual motion. But it was too soon, too risky. And besides, she hadn’t even thoroughly explored what contents lay inside the velvety bag.

A distant echo crooned in the distance, the crass cursings of a pirate woman sounding oddly harmonic at this distance. Liahal lifted to seated and the cerulean jar was set beside her. ”What if we tried one Rauko, do you think we’d find bliss?” A lilac hand reached deep into the velvet bag, extracting another glass curiosity, this time a vial. It’s contents revealed what looked like pollen, glittering against what moonlight could be seen between the branches above her, and radiating such a comforting warmth, that Liahal could not bear look away.

It was this brief moment of the Quel’anthasan’s distraction that the demon beside her did what she was best at, and Rauko nosed her way into the velvet bag bushy tailed and chirping. ”No titta,” was how she started, but Rauko retreated just as fast as she had entered, scurrying out from the confines of the bag and down the branch just as fast as her tiny legs could take her.

In her mouth, a heart shaped glass bottle, topped with a most petite spritzer. A rolling liquid was what was inside this peculiar heart, it’s hue the palest of greensRosie’s chat color ftw.

”Don’t” She warned.

”Even.”

Rauko wiggled her backside, smug with sabotage.

”Think.” But a nimrban was most happy when it was in perpetual motion, and Rauko scurried away before the woman finished, launching herself off the tip of the branch and into the night.

The woman leaned forward, slipping off the branch easily. Just as soon as sandaled feet hit the ground was when she saw the glow of it.

It was the claw toothed jar, and laying on it’s side within the decaying leaves. She must have tipped it over in her descent. Knees bent but as she reached to pick it up, the powder blue gas seeped from the jostled jar, leaving the Quel’anthasan in a cloud of it. Liahal breathed in, expecting bliss… Expecting something.

But nothing came.

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Meanwhile, our heroes were getting acquainted. Never-Crying was feeling threatened by trees. Pirate-Woman was left to die. Seed-Harvester was drawn by the sweet, sweet serenity. And the Pissing-Thief was in a dangerous need of suspenders.

It was safe to say… The stage was nearly set.

The breeze picked up at that moment, and an eerie whistling could be heard in a near clearing. What was it? And why was it so off-tune?

Okay, now the stage was set.
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There had been a certain level of drowsiness setting in as Calanon had reclined in his tree top cradle. The heady scent of the summer florals, the gentle warmth and the exertions of the day all lulling the elf towards slumber.

Or at least that was until pointed elven ears picked up on the sound of approaching feet, someone brushing through the undergrowth. He really didn’t want to open his eyes by this point, he was well enough hidden surely that whomever it was could just pass by? But then the sudden thud, and a familiar voice cussing in the way only a sailor might get away with and Calanon found opening his eyes was not that much of a trouble at all.

Peering down through the foliage of his gracious host, the elf snorted most ungraciously at the sight of the woman flat out on the forest floor. Eyes alight with mirth, there was little he could to suppress the shaking of his shoulders as his laughter rang out into the darkening night.

“ Graceful and refined as always Rosie” he managed when he could finally catch his breath, subduing his humour a little after he risked toppling out of the tree. Which could have been embarrassing. He had not time to descend – under his own volition- to offer his friend a hand up before there was another interloper into their chanceful meeting.

Cal frowned a little at the unlikeliness of finding two familiar faces in the forest this night. “Mae Govannen, Niven.” He hailed, before tossing his bag down from his lofty perch, and lowering himself to the full extent of his arms before he let himself drop to the forest floor. A hand was extended toward the prone pirate to help her back to her feet, and again the elf mused on the strange coincidence.

What happened next shifted his surprise into suspicion, for before the three had moved from their strange rendezvous point, another face that the elf knew was suddenly there. Adyn’s sentiments echoed Cal’s thoughts with surprising accuracy and he cast his eyes around their odd grouping with a furrowed brow.

“ Well this is more than a little odd” he muttered, almost to himself, before remembering with some discomfort that he had not seen Adyn since…well since he had essentially tried and failed to steal the man’s girlfriend. It was with a somewhat hesitant smile that he greeted the Rogue then, a tension setting in as he felt the weight of guilt at his part in that.

As if some blessing from Aetheria, he was saved from having to really deal with that by a sudden breeze and a tuneless whistling sound coming from someway off to his left. His head swivelled to follow the sound and he half shifted to turn his body too, strangely compelled to find the source of the disturbance.
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In true Calanon fashion, the elf decided to laugh at her rather than answer her query on the whereabouts of her ship. Rosie chuckled as he nearly fell out of his tree. There was a distinctive part of her that wished he had tumbled to the ground. Then she wouldn't have been the only one laying on the forest floor and admiring the canopy from this particular vantage point.

"You know me so well, mon amie," she called to him as he attacked her elegance. If she hadn't been so distracted by the strangeness of winding up in the middle of the woods, she never would have fallen. Of that she was certain. There was no way any of this was her fault.

There wasn't much time to ruminate upon randomly meeting Calanon in the woods, because another elf made an appearance. As Rosie was quite comfortable in her dirt grave, she simply waved at the woman from below. Two elves and a human wander into the woods... there was a joke there. Rosie was certain of it.

The more the woman spoke, the more Rosie began to recognize her. "Ah! Bonsoir, mon petit timide!" she called out amiably. "I would not say drawn here so much as plucked from where I belong and dropped into a strange occurrence. Most assuredly, my serenity is found in open waters, not wooded forests. But c'est la vie. I am here now. As are the both of you. What shall we do? Teach me your elvish ways." The idea of putting flowers in her hair and prancing around in a circle actually sounded quite fun.

But that course of thought was rerouted, when the trio became a quartet. Rosie was a little perturbed that her words were continually being interrupted. She gave an exaggerated sigh and petulantly pounded her fist on the ground.

It wasn't until she heard his voice, that Rosie's mood swiftly drifted back towards amusement. "I was looking for you, mon cher," she grinned from the ground at Adyn. She didn't know how or why he had found her here, but she didn't really care. All that mattered was that he was there. Which meant the evening was going to be infinitely more interesting than it was already turning out to be. "What would you think of me with a crown of flowers?"

Again she was interrupted by a disturbance in the air. Her ears were assaulted by the off-tune whistling of something. Rosie was appreciative that someone was at least attempting to further their own musicality. But the source of that noise could certainly use some professional help.

She turned her head to the left.
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The distressed pirate could see a most peculiar glow in the bushes. If she allowed her eyes to focus on such a glow, she would see that it was accompanied by a pair of doe-eyed eyes, as round as saucers. Rauko chirped once as they made eye contact, a most strange glass heart in her mouth. It’s liquid rolled and waved within the heart, even when the container itself was in stasis.
"That's a pretty bauble." All thoughts of the whistling, and her trio of friends, dissipated from her mind as she turned on her side towards the eyes.

For whatever reason, Rosie determined that crawling would be the best course of action. The woman scampered on her hands and knees towards the eyes and the bottle. She made soft cooing noises at the creature in an attempt to soothe it. Perhaps that would make it more affable to the idea of gifting her with the cargo it held.

If not, she would still attempt to chase it and retrieve the liquid. She had no clue what was in the bottle. But it might fetch a nice price should she find a suitable buyer.
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Niven smiled as Calanon’s mirth rang out into the peaceful sounds of a sleepy forest. The noise startled some birds that were trying to nest for the darkening in a neighbouring tree, who cried out their protest to the disturbance.


She was greeted in their native tongue and watched as the fellow Sylrosian nimbly lowered himself from his perch on the tree branch. Her green eyes shifted to Rosie who had just recognized her. As per her normal interaction with the human woman, she was unsure if her request to teach her the elvish ways was a jab or a sincere request, so Niven just replied with a tentative smile.


Calanon was gallant enough to reach out to help Rosie up off the ground and she couldn’t help but notice what a gentleman the elf really was. It warmed her heart to see that his good breeding had not gone to waste. She was reminded of his treatment towards her, but she was a kinsman and there were few Sylrosian’s left. He had also been responsible for her face-full of snow when she had originally encountered him, so the possibility that he was being kinder than normal was valid. Rosie, however, seemed not to notice the gesture.


Another rustle in the woods had Niven’s eyes move up towards the sound and a fourth familiar voice penetrated the silence. To her surprise, it belonged to Adyn. She snorted at his sentiments. What were the chances she would run into not one, not two, but three people she knew?


The eerie whistle reached her pointed ears at the same second it reached Calanon’s and her pretty blonde head also turned towards the sound, her eyes scanning the area for it’s origins. It was a sound she’d not heard before, and most definitely was not one native to the forest. She glanced at Calanon to see if he recognized the sound.


Her eyes flicked back to Rosie, who was now crawling along the forest floor, mumbling something about a bauble. “What do you see?” she asked. “Is it the source of the whistling?"
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The frown that knit Adyn's brow only deepened when the figures addressed him. What was this, some sort of dream? If that were the case, this was swiftly going to devolve into something horrific and unbearable, which - upon catching Rosie's greeting - Adyn wished desperately to not be the case. To watch something horrible happen to her would have swiftly broken him, he knew.

No, Adyn decided as he patted a little more firmly than necessary at his face, this could not be a dream. But if that were something he was declaring or deciding upon now, then what the feth exactly was it?

"Looking for me?" Adyn stopped his gentle face-slapping to look toward Rosie, still looking as lost as ever. "Did I forget something?" It was possible that he had accidentally taken something of hers with him, or that she had claimed one of his things and had accidentally left with it. Not that it mattered much to him. She could keep most of it if she so wanted, and there was little he wouldn't have straight up given her.

But then the pirate seemed to get distracted, and so too did the two elves who happened to be standing nearby, and Adyn watched as each of them shifted in the direction of whatever it was they had seen. His face contorted into something very much resembling concern when his eyes sought out the source of their intrigue.

"Uuuh... nuh uh," he said, bobbing a finger toward the source of the whistling, "That... that, I assure you, is a trap."

He took a step backward, reaching out to try and grab Rosie before she set off in chase of whatever she had glimpsed, although given his distance and the clumsiness of his steps, it was quite likely that his hands would return empty.

But Adyn was certainly not so interested in whatever everyone else found themselves to be. Let that whistling disappear into the ether somewhere while he made his way safely back home. The woods were always bad news.
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As Rosie crawled toward the creature, Rauko would respond with an appraising sniff of the air. Another chirp would prove the nimrban’s acceptance of the pirate woman, it seemed the cooing and soothing noises had been successful. And so doe brown eyes would meet the human’s blue, Rauko perched dainty on a thin branch of the bush and waiting patiently for a head scritch as the woman scrambled toward her.

Rosie had nearly made it within arms reach when Adyn interjected. He had made contact with the woman’s blouse surely, but not after a most ungraceful misstep, tripping over a gnarled root and nearly falling on top of Rosie before he could regain his composure. This slowed Rosie down, but startled the nimrban, sending a flash of cream fur deeper into the bush.

Rosie lost sight of the nimrban, but if the quartet was paying attention to the bush now, they would see the way it rustled and moved. Clearly, there was something alive within in it, and something either brave or stupid, by the looks of the sharp thorns along it’s branches.

It was fitting that the breeze picked up then, sending the tuneless whistle floating into this part of the forest. It was louder now, closer. It rang a jaunty tune, and as disharmonic as it was it sounded oddly at ease with how jarring it sounded.

The owner of the whistling is getting closer! If our lovers remain in this part of the forest, they will surely meet the source of the grating song soon.


Rauko fussed within the bush, shuffling upward and away from the larges spines until she found herself at the very top. She towered a few feet above our heroes, and deciding this was a safer vantage point, settled at the very tip of the branch. As light as the nimrban was, the branch bowed slightly, but remain safe and far from reach.

All four of them could now see the bauble Rosie was talking so fondly of, the glass heart glittering in the starlight. And it’s contents continued to ebb and flow, rolling over itself and pulsing in a rhythm that nearly resembled a steady heartbeat. It was no surprise to see why Rauko had grown so fond of it, the contents of the jar could pull attention from even the most focused individual. The liquid moved unlike any other, seemingly disregarding the natural way a liquid should behave.

Rauko was now settled and the heart was clasped between taloned paws, the nimrban’s teeth beginning to gnaw at the delicate spritzer.

Rauko is a stubborn beast and wants that bauble! She will get it open in two turns if not interrupted.


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There was a heat within the Quel’anthasan, one of sinking disappointment. One of unwarranted anger. She was expecting bliss, and instead, found nothing. It would be a lie to say the elf had won the bag fair and square, but she had won it, and she expected something more from the first cracked jar.

She was tipping a new jar from side to side when she heard it, a distant whistling. The melody sounded familiar, and while it seemed off tune, Liahal knew better. She would pivot away from it, taking a hard left past a weathered oak and continuing on her way. Surely Rauko would return to her, the tiny beast always found her way back. The contents of the jar held now contrasted deeply against fair lilac fingers, it’s black specs falling like sand within the a cross shaped jar. A most peculiar thing, as the sand would fall to the bottom, before collecting itself and then begin falling upward to the top. Again and again it did this, over and over. In perpetual motion.

Just like her Rauko.

The woman sighed, stuffing the cross shaped jar back in it’s velvet bag. Her hand reached to her pocket now, retrieving a fastened candy and rolling it within her fingers. Perhaps the crackling noise of the candy’s wrapping would coo Rauko from hiding.

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Calanon's attention was distracted from the strangely discordant whistling by the sight of the pirate scuttling off on her hands and knees into the undergrowth like some kind of rodent. Humans never failed to surprise him. He gazed after her in some confusion, half noting what Adyn said about a trap, a little concerned for his friend. She was not in her natural habitat after all. He could see nothing that would warrant her scrambling, unless she was particularly offended by the lack of musicality in whomever was making that whistling sound.

" What on Telath are you doing?!" he asked, as Adyn then proceeded to stumble and almost flatten the foraging sailor. Were they drunk? He quirked a brow at Niven as if asking a silent question as to the oddity of the pair. Was he drunk? He didn't remember drinking or taking anything, but this certainly had the potential to be a dream, or some kind of weird trip. He had nearly fallen out of a tree after all, and that was most unlike him.

But then his eyes found the source of Rosie's curiosity, and the elf felt a flash of recognition. The same furry monkey-cat who had preceded the arrival of a lavender elf in some woods in Medonia. Cal glanced around as if expecting to find the Quel'anthasan lurking somewhere around, but his eyes found nothing.

This night was shaping itself into a strange one that was for sure. Looking up to where the Nimrban had perched itself high up in a tree, the elf too caught sight of the bottle it held, and his brows lowered into a frown. Whatever the creature had stolen this time, he was quite sure it probably wasn't Nimrban friendly. And Calanon was nothing if not kind and considerate, so the sorcerer focused enough to weave a spell that would teleport the Nimrban and its tightly clutched prize into his waiting arms. Lavender elf would be ever so grateful he was sure, if it were indeed her furry critter.

Just call him Monkey Charmer.
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Old July 5, 2017, 08:22 AM   #12 (permalink)
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As the creature's eyes met her own, a soft smile formed on her lips. Her hand reached out, first to feel the softness of the fur beneath her touch, and then she would make a grab for the bottle. It was a cute, furry thing and it appeared as if it needed a good scratch behind the ears. Already she could feel her heart melting in affection for it. Maybe she would keep it. She would name it Squishy. And it would be her Squishy.

But it wasn't meant to be.

"Squishy, noooooo!" she cried out as Adyn stumbled into her and her face once more became acquainted with the dirt. She let out an oof of frustration and renewed pain while her muscles tensed and she pounded her fist into the ground.

Sufficiently pouting at her loss of new pet and lucrative bauble, the woman rolled over and frowned in Adyn's face. "You've killed me, mon amie," she lamented and crawled to her knees before pushing herself up from the ground to stand. If some dirt fell onto the rogue while she brushed it off herself... well, that really couldn't be helped. He should just be happy she didn't make him eat it.

She still extended a hand towards her murderer-- it wasn't like she hated him or wanted him to wallow in the knowledge that he'd broken her heart-- in an offer to help him to his feet. While she waited for him to decide whether or not he was going to accept the help of his victim, Rosie's eyes scanned the underbrush in hopes of finding her Squishy.

Her gaze settled upon Calanon who had a strange look upon his face. The sailor had spent enough time with the elf to know when he was weaving a spell. He always had that same furrow of concentration. Rosie only hoped that he wasn't going to force bolt himself again. Not that it wouldn't have been hilariously entertaining, the woman just didn't think he'd want to embarrass himself like that in front of the elfess. Calanon could be strange about his sensitivities. It was perfectly fine to be frubby and uncouth in front of Rosie, but add other people to the scenario and the sorcerer turned almost noble.

The whistling seemed to growing ever closer. The off-pitch tune was beginning to wear on Rosie's soul. Dying and losing her soul didn't sound like something she wanted to do this evening. Was she being dramatic? Did elves take dumps in the woods?

Of course.

Even though Adyn had been the reason she wasn't currently stroking the fur of an exotic creature, Rosie was quick to forgive him. He could make it up to her at the nearest inn. She determined she would heed his warning on the whistle being a trap. His hand grasped, she began to tug him in the opposite direction. "Shall we see what mischief we can find away from the trees then, mon homme séduisant?"
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Catching Calanon’s raised eyebrow at her, Niven lifted her shoulder in a half shrug. Rosie had always seemed a little odd to her, as far as humans went. That being said, she didn’t really know many humans aside from her, Adyn and Kailin, the latter of whom was more elf-like than anything else, and so her experience with the entire race was largely limited to these two humans.


As the whistling changed volume, Niven turned to look in the direction it was coming from. The sound was almost grating on her as the tune it sang seemed off key. She pursed her lips and searched the foliage for the source of the sound.


The sound of Adyn falling on top of Rosie brought her attention back to the group. The human man flattening his mate was almost comical. Niven shook her head at the pair of them. They were definitely well suited to each other.


The rustling of the bush did catch her attention and she couldn’t have been more surprised to see the cream-coloured nimrban pop out from within the bush. In the deep recesses of her brain, a chord was struck as she looked at the furry monkey-cat. She knew this animal. Her brow furrowed and her jade eyes narrowed as she concentrated. Her eyebrows shot up and a look of surprise took the place of the look of concentration as she placed the creature. “Liahal,” she murmured, looking around for the lilac Trelorian.


She noted the pretty glowing bottle within the paws of the nimrban. This must have been what Rosie was looking at. The liquid was lovely and moved within the bottle in a way that Niven found oddly soothing. It entranced her for a few moments until she noted the pet trying to open it. The memory of the animal liking sweets also came to her. “Does anyone have any candy? I think we could trade it for the bottle."
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Adyn's reach for Rosie ended up in a flail as his boot hit something jutting from the earth. He let out a yelp, and before he knew it the only thing keeping him from a mouthful of dirt was the soft body he managed to land upon.

He coughed, shooting Rosie a helpless look when she chastised him for his clumsiness. He rolled off of her and onto his side, unwilling to admit that he was glad the creature had gotten away. "What if it's diseased?" he managed to ask, waving a hand dismissively in its direction. He hadn't seen what the thing had been holding, and perhaps if he had, he'd find it in himself to be as disappointed as Rosie was.

He frowned at the hand she offered him, attempting to make sense of the foolishness he was noting in the others. What was this about squishies and murder and candy? He missed the declaration of Lia's name, at least. From his place on the ground he angled his head upward, lifting a brow at the murmuring Niven.

"Who carries candy around?" He glanced in Calanon's direction. No, he didn't seem the sort to keep a collection of sweets in his pockets. However...

"But I do have drugs!" He produced a stick of Rapture, which he offered to the elven woman before finally taking Rosie's hand. Maybe the monkey would find the colored smoke more appealing than whatever the hells it had.

He then took a step toward Rosie as she began to tug him away, which he accepted wholeheartedly in his wish to not follow the source of the impending-doom-whistle. He hoped the others would not go falling for it either, and he pointed at them as he shot them a look of warning.

"The last time I went trudging through the forest, I was kidnapped by a tribe of katta in loincloths. Don't be me," he urged.

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Rauko continued to work on the bauble from the safety of her perch, with small, needle thin teeth. It made a grinding sound against the metal spritzer and the glass, a sound that only rivaled the tuneless whistling. The creature seemed vastly unimpressed with the conversation going on below, ignoring the elves and the humans as they considered the best plan of action against the creature above.

It wasn’t until Cal sent forth his spell that the nimrban was interrupted. In an instant, the nimrban blipped from existence, and before our four lovers could blink, she and the bauble were teleported into the Silrosian male’s waiting arms. The nimrban felt even lighter than expected, delivered to the elf on her back while she hugged the bauble like an infant held a bottle. If Calanon could not feel the pounding rhythm of the small creature’s heart, he could surely see the panicked breath of the tiny thing. Rauko’s chest rose and fell in quick succession, a response that could only be achieved from extreme fright. It was then that the nimrban did the only thing she knew how to do when trapped and afraid.

She gave him the characteristic nimrban puppy eyes.

Large, saucer brown eyes met Calanon’s own, the tiny beast’s gaze nearly quivering in innocent sweetness. Her mouth still clamped tightly around the spritzer, taloned paws curled around the body of the bauble, but otherwise the nimrban was frozen in sugary terror.

It was only fitting then, that our maestro of discordant melodies showed face. Between the trees just northwestcheck the diagram in the previous post of Calanon and Niven, a shadowy figure appeared. At first blush it looked like a child but as it weaved among the trees and edged closer to our heroes, it appeared to be..

A man.

It was definitely a man. He was human by the looks of it, with long unkempt grey hair that scrawled well past his shoulders. It was clear he was not well-versed in traveling the woods, as he made more than a little noise as he moved into eyesight, his fumbling feet finding nearly every snapping twig there was. He was more than a little comical looking, with large booted feet that looked more than a little out of place when paired with thin, knobby legs. It did not appear he was a good looking man even in his youth, and his shoulders cowed, his back resisting against the weight of age, curling like a fishhooks might.

The whistling stopped at once, his eyes growing wide as his gaze met the foursome. It was apparent he was not expecting company. His mouth flapped open to speak, but nothing came out. Instead our heroes were met with just elaborate, over the top mouth movements. “I’m your trap!” He appeared to be mouthing. Or was it, “I’m your chap!". Or perhaps, "Mind the gap!"

Either way, it was cut short as he coughed, and knobby fingers clutched to a knee as he resisted his affliction, lips closing and pursing into a thin line. But the grizzled man would not be able to resist for long, and he broke out into that same lazy, off tune song. The only real sound that could come out of the man.
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