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Calaethis Dragonsbane · 11-29-2004, 03:57 PM

Slowly closing his eyes, Aeriah spoke in slow, through gritted teeth tones "I. Don't. Know. What. I. felt." His tone was as hostile as Drusalia had ever heard it - which was to say, it was frustrated, confused, and he was scared - afraid - and he was hiding it behind his icy-green glass orbs. In calmer tones, he whispered, "I don't know." turning away, he asked pleadingly over his shoulder, "Please, just let it drop." It was the first time that anyone had heard him come close to begging, or losing control or for the first time, being really full of doubt. Whatever he had felt troubled him greatly.

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The party continued their journey, after tidying their camp. Aeriah remained broody, lost in silence, and wishing to keep to his own thoughts. Even Kyr - or especially Kyr, stayed away from him, instead flying back and forth between Fai, Drusalia and Jena.

At the end of the third day, the party encountered a small band of raiding goblins (three in total) who ambushed them. With startling and frightening efficiency, Aeriah single-handedly dispatched them before the group could react, slaying them to a man. Though none of the goblins would have offered quarter, it was clear that they were ‘evil’ but even so, it was out of character for the elf to offer none (no quarter, that is).

Without another word, the elf left their corpses on the forest floor, and broke through the treeline, untouching their wealth. The party was left undisturbed from that point, but all who were close to him were concerned by his behaviour…

…Five days later, they arrived at the base of the mountain, and Aeriah’s mood had improved, as though the episode with the goblins had never happened.

The mountain itself was large, clouded and very impressive – intimidating almost. The low hung cloud surrounded the mountain in a swirling, misty haze of fog, and the summit could not be seen. The ground around the mountain had changed as well; becoming greyer, rougher, and the forest’s life, more sparse. Less trees, bushes and shrubs grew, and large rocks littered the area. They were at the start of their final leg of this journey, at least, from the tree’s description. There would be more afterwards of course, but they were finishing one part of the riddle, or so they hoped…

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OOC: if anyone searched the goblins, they’d have found a bag of copper pieces, worth 34cp, and a few stray arrows, a crude dagger, a rusted shortsword and a shortbow.

11-29-2004, 03:57 PM	#10
Calaethis Dragonsbane Legion Symbol Join Date: May 29, 2002 Location: Somewhere in between Age: 40 Posts: 7,029	Slowly closing his eyes, Aeriah spoke in slow, through gritted teeth tones "I. Don't. Know. What. I. felt." His tone was as hostile as Drusalia had ever heard it - which was to say, it was frustrated, confused, and he was scared - afraid - and he was hiding it behind his icy-green glass orbs. In calmer tones, he whispered, "I don't know." turning away, he asked pleadingly over his shoulder, "Please, just let it drop." It was the first time that anyone had heard him come close to begging, or losing control or for the first time, being really full of doubt. Whatever he had felt troubled him greatly. ~~~ The party continued their journey, after tidying their camp. Aeriah remained broody, lost in silence, and wishing to keep to his own thoughts. Even Kyr - or especially Kyr, stayed away from him, instead flying back and forth between Fai, Drusalia and Jena. At the end of the third day, the party encountered a small band of raiding goblins (three in total) who ambushed them. With startling and frightening efficiency, Aeriah single-handedly dispatched them before the group could react, slaying them to a man. Though none of the goblins would have offered quarter, it was clear that they were ‘evil’ but even so, it was out of character for the elf to offer none (no quarter, that is). Without another word, the elf left their corpses on the forest floor, and broke through the treeline, untouching their wealth. The party was left undisturbed from that point, but all who were close to him were concerned by his behaviour… …Five days later, they arrived at the base of the mountain, and Aeriah’s mood had improved, as though the episode with the goblins had never happened. The mountain itself was large, clouded and very impressive – intimidating almost. The low hung cloud surrounded the mountain in a swirling, misty haze of fog, and the summit could not be seen. The ground around the mountain had changed as well; becoming greyer, rougher, and the forest’s life, more sparse. Less trees, bushes and shrubs grew, and large rocks littered the area. They were at the start of their final leg of this journey, at least, from the tree’s description. There would be more afterwards of course, but they were finishing one part of the riddle, or so they hoped… --- OOC: if anyone searched the goblins, they’d have found a bag of copper pieces, worth 34cp, and a few stray arrows, a crude dagger, a rusted shortsword and a shortbow.