The Tale of the Ugly Troll

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Drusalia 11/11

Her spirits had heightened since they entered the forest and she followed Verrion with a feeling of joy in her heart. Although she kept wishing that Able was not here to befoul the forest with his presence.

[Saliarasri]

Fairioni silently follows them, her gaze up at the canopy of stars.

The creek is soon seen, bubbling, the air around it gently tinted with mist being windblown. It's heading off into a more easterly direction. The birdsong slowly dies out as it becomes the hoot of owls and hawks, showing sings that it's slowly, becoming night

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Drusalia 11/11

Her heart was filled with joy travelling through the forest. The bubbling of the water the animal sounds all reminded her of...something. Yet she could not recall what. However she knew that even for creature's of the forest there could be dangers during the night.

"Be on the lookout everyone. We can not know whether evil has settled in this ancient forest, although I haven't seen anything to indicate this so far."

[Bozos of Bones]

Verrion Sieg 12/12

Verrion looked around the woods to see if Drusalia was right. Nothing was wrong, it was a perfect glade, beautiful place, and the darkness made it seem only more peacefull. Verrion was worried. If anywhere, this was the perfect place to ambush someone. He didn't yet know why anyone would want to ambush them, for a start, but the possibility was enough for him to be wary. He extended his hands away, at his sides, closed his eyes and glowed briefly again. He opened his eyes to see the results of the divination.

OOC: That's me casting Detect Evil again... Saliarasri, please tell me if I saw anything... evil creatures and characters should glow red briefly.

[Saliarasri]

Vernon detects nothing, and earns himself an odd look from the pixie familar. Then again, it had been quiet when it entered the forest, flying from tree to tree.

Ahead, it seemed like a pool of water could be seen, and the air grew heavy with both moisture and magic, a giant oak rising high above the rest in the core of the pool. A few nymphs were talking at the pool, but when they see the party almost all of them fade away, the one nymph from before remains standing.

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Able Typhonious 12/12

Able eyes this scene suspiciously... He doesn't quite trust it, but he decides to follow the others closely despite the discomforting feelings he is experiencing.

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Drusalia 11/11

Here in the forest she was among her kindred, her ancestors, the nymphs. With a sudden pang of sorrow she remembered that she could not even recall who her mother was. She turned to the nymph who had stayed at the pool.

"I am guessing right that that majestic oak is Yi'ara'tiofn?"

[RoSs_bg2_rox]

ooc>sorry i took so long to post.

Artelm 12/12

Artelm was in the tavern, sipping a mug of ale and feeling sorry for himself. Why couldn't he remember where he had stashed his life savings?! He used to be a rich little man, but now all he had was his clothes and his room in the tavern with all his personal items. He must find out where his riches were, after all, he wouldn't be able to live very long with the amount of money he carried with him.

Artelm was always on the lookout for a money making scheme however, so when he heard some others querying their apparent memory losses, and talking about going off to enquire into this and hopefully regain their memories; he was very interested.

Deciding it would be better to find out what kind of people they were first, Artelm followed them stealthily, taking care not to be seen at any time. He listened to their conversations, taking note to watch out for Drusalia, for she seemed to be very...persuasive.

So when the time came, and the ones with the inquisitive nature fell upon a fountain of knowledge, by way of the trees and there dryad friends, Artelm decided he would reveal himself. Casually popping out from behind the group, he walked casually up and called, "hail fellow adventurers, I have heard you are curious as to the loss of your memory as of three weeks previous, correct?" The question was rhetorical. "I was wondering if I could join you. You see I seem to have forgotten where...how can I put this...some very important items of mine are, and I may find it hard to live for long without them. It seems you are all together to achieve this common goal, and it is a goal which I must also achieve. I think I could be a useful edition to your team, and I'm sure you would be valuable companions." Bowing low with a majestic sweep of his hands Artelm introduced himself, "I be Artelm, halfling entrepreneur, pleased to meet you all"

"So, whadya say?"

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Drusalia 11/11

Drusalia was somewhat startled by the halfling's appearance but he seemed to be friendly enough. She could not help but suppress a smile when the halfling identified himself as an entrepreneur.

"So Artelm you wish to join us. I see nothing wrong with that, however we aren't an organized group of adventurers yet. And you might also want to know the opinion of others. We are just looking for our memories. As an entrepreneur what do you do?"

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Able Typhonious 12/12

Able imediatley sneered, then barked "Who cares what he does, you're the one who was watching us. I thought I felt your gazing eyes all around me. It was a very discomforting feeling, you know."