He raises an eyebrow at Telerin's comment.
Windsworn holds to his own counsel.
In his opinion, this elf who said to come to them as ally and supporter may have said those words as truth but this whole encounter leaves their interaction with a bad taste. He was a black robe after all.
I tire of this conversation and the insults upon my hospitality. Be gone! he says as he swipes his hand in a dismissive motion
and you find your selves in a pine forest in the middle of winter, with the new parry members.
Dathius comes the single word answer.
Dathius comes the single word answer.
As the group suddenly appears in a wintery pine forest, a dark-haired Qualinesti elf looks somewhat startled and raises a longbow. "You just appeared out of nowhere and you want to know what we're doing here?" he says.
"Greetings. I am Windsworn son of Galan Windborne, a solaminc squire in training." Windsworn greets the elf even though he himself was confused about the situation.
"We are on a mission to escort Lady Telerin to the Conclave but we were waylaid and teleported by a black robe by the name of Terevalis Unctio of House Mystic to his domain before being sent out here. Pray tell, where exactly is here so as to allow us to regain our Bearing."
Dathius. comes a one word answer from the apparent human dressed in tattered traveler's clothes. This man walks with a walking cane held in his left hand and is shorter than most other humans. His hair is tinged with grey or possibly silver but it doesn't seem to indicate an age to this man. It falls rampant and haphazard across his ears and neck. He steps back when you arrive, bringing both hands to the ball on the top of the cane. I would venture that we are to travel together? I am headed to near where the Lady Telerin is going so I will join.
Also, need I bluff? I am not completely lying. I am headed "near" where they are taking the Lady but don't want them yet to know why.
You all know that it was not the correct season for snow.
I am assuming that the new players were just wandering around the outskirts of the Qualanesti forest.
You all know that it was not the correct season for snow.
To sense visual clues of time displacement
To sense magical clues of time displacement
"I badly need to feel the stars right now ... I do not know the somewhere we have arrived, and I am beginning to think I do not know the someWHEN we have arrived at either."
Cevendyl has never expressed concern about anything, or really been all that serious about anything (other than swearing his oath to Windborn); right now though, the 'young' Irda is clearly quite perplexed
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Something about the words but the intent of these new comers doesn't feel hostile or dangerous. Oh well, live and let live the mage thinks.
The woods-elf glances suspiciously from person to person, then says, "You are just on the outskirts of Qualinost."
The songs of birds, cardinals, jays and even crows can be heard in the pine forest.
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Windsworn checks if their equipment was with them, surely the elven wizard wouldn't be so crass as to rob them of their meagre gear would he?
"Dathius ... there has got to be something you can tell us, right? You know something, you know what's next, right? I won't have a sense of direction really until nighttime."
Do you need the moons then like wizards? Or do you have another method of telling location? "My escort" was here then when I turned around he was gone. I have no idea other than qualenesti forest where we are. We were headed to the conclave. I have unfinished business there. the last sentence hurls forth almost in disgust.
"No, I am not ruled by the moons ... the stars are much more benevolent gods and I love them for their blessing."
As the birds begin to sing, suddenly the forest is awash in light and a cacophany of beautym as winter fades to spring. The birds sing:
Easeful the forest, easeful its mansions perfected
Where we grow and decay no longer, our trees ever green,
Ripe fruit never falling, streams still and transparent
As glass, as the heart in repose this lasting day.
Beneath these branches the willing surrender of movement,
The business of birdsong, of love, left on the borders
With all of the fevers, the failures of memory.
Easeful the forest, easeful its mansions perfected.
And light upon light, light as dismissal of darkness,
beneath these branches no shade, for shade is forgotten
In the warmth of the light and the cool smell of the leaves
Where we grow and decay; no longer, our trees ever green.
Here there is quiet, where music turns in upon silence,
Here at the world’s imagined edge, where clarity
Completes the senses, at long last where we behold
Ripe fruit never falling, streams still and transparent.
Where the tears are dried from our faces, or settle,
Still as a stream in accomplished countries of peace,
And the traveler opens, permitting the voyage of light
As air, as the heart in repose this lasting day.
Easeful the forest, easeful its mansions perfected
Where we grow and decay no longer, our trees ever green,
Ripe fruit never falling, streams still and transparent
As air, as the heart in repose this lasting day.
"Qualinost itself was destroyed in the war," says the elf curtly. "The dragon overlord collapsed the remains of the city, and the place is now a lake of the dead. The forests of the Qualinesti are home only to scattered communities and refugees."
As the birds begin to sing, suddenly the forest is awash in light and a cacophany of beautym as winter fades to spring. The birds sing:
Easeful the forest, easeful its mansions perfected
Where we grow and decay no longer, our trees ever green,
Ripe fruit never falling, streams still and transparent
As glass, as the heart in repose this lasting day.Beneath these branches the willing surrender of movement,
The business of birdsong, of love, left on the borders
With all of the fevers, the failures of memory.
Easeful the forest, easeful its mansions perfected.And light upon light, light as dismissal of darkness,
beneath these branches no shade, for shade is forgotten
In the warmth of the light and the cool smell of the leaves
Where we grow and decay; no longer, our trees ever green.Here there is quiet, where music turns in upon silence,
Here at the world’s imagined edge, where clarity
Completes the senses, at long last where we behold
Ripe fruit never falling, streams still and transparent.Where the tears are dried from our faces, or settle,
Still as a stream in accomplished countries of peace,
And the traveler opens, permitting the voyage of light
As air, as the heart in repose this lasting day.Easeful the forest, easeful its mansions perfected
Where we grow and decay no longer, our trees ever green,
Ripe fruit never falling, streams still and transparent
As air, as the heart in repose this lasting day.
" ... and yet these birds know the Bird Song of Wayreth. These are not just birds, they are heralds. They are annouceing our arrival at The Forest: it is time for us to go to the Tower."
A brief shudder courses uncalled across the shoulders of Dathius. Guess it is the tower then after all. he whispers just loud enough for those close to him to hear.
"It is to the tower we had meant to arrive at after all." Windsworn shoulders his pack or what he had and indicates he's ready to go.
He sent us to the Forest of Wayreth? the Lady asks with a questioning look on her face.,
The forest will guide us to the Tower she says as the forest opens up into a pathway.
Lead on oh Lead on dearest dreary forest Dathius says with grim humor.
Windsworn takes his place besides Telerin and is ready to move on as well.
The Tower of High Sorcery at Wayreth is one of the five original Towers of High Sorcery constructed on Ansalon. Wayreth is set up with walls that are an equilateral triangle, with a tower at each of the corners each dedicated to one moon, and the Wayreth Forest surrounds the tower. The actual Tower of Wayreth is actually a cluster of towers that seem to flow out of the ground. Each tower was made of black glass that is etched in white and red runes. There is no weapon on Krynn that can mar or destroy these walls or towers.
There is a set of silver and gold gates located in the middle of the eastern walls that appear fragile but are in reality extremely strong. After entering through the gate, you enter an empty courtyard made of plain, gray flagstone. Beyond the courtyard are the four towers; a fore tower, a back tower, and two larger towers in the middle, 250 feet tall. It appears as if the towers are about to fall, but this is an illusion. The towers are actually two of the strongest structures on all of Krynn.