Little Kiba wrote:
Our mistress made inquiries. She sends you this, with the advice to take a long look at what you're doing next time, before rushing in again.The one in the middle passess Little Kiba a small wooden box.
From inside it, Arielle can hear one of the stars singing.
"I thank you for your advice. I am not at all sure how to go about putting it into practice, but I will think on it. At the very least you have given me more information to go on than I previously had. Again, I thank you."
Except from a 'kill dangerous things' point of view, I am certain I would make a hopeless guardian for Arielle. Better for her that at least some of you are around for as long as possible, so I need not feel pressured to step in.The image winks out.
If you seek retribution against Daelemos, plan it like a dragon, and make an attack against which his vast personal might, arcane knowledge, and ability to disregard as gnat bites almost any physical or magical assault against his person will count for nothing.
If you will excuse me, I shall return to my seat.
The air shimmers and an astral projection of a half-elven woman manifests. She glances at the world ash and speaks to Lynora Jill:
Jack Hammer wrote:
To Jack Hammer:I have expressed my concerns to you, but have no further reasons for you to specifically stay here; my reasons for interfering even so far as I have done I keep my own counsel on for now.
If your anger is against the dragon, Daelemos, and not against the followers of Lamashtu and their friends of Leng who did that to the star in the first place, you are going after a dragon, in one of its own lairs, who the stories say levels kingdoms, and who I guess has been interested only in toying with you thus far as part of a game of one upmanship with another dragon, rather than in making any real effort against you. Please do not think because his agents show some respect to the guards my mother has assigned me, that he himself is easily defied.
If you are setting out against the dragon Daelemos, at least leave Arielle somewhere safe and well-protected before you do that, sir.
Telepathic communications take place and over on the far side of the arena, one of the nymphs says something to the half-elven woman.
The nymphs approach and one of them addresses Arielle.
Over on the far side of the Arena, a seeming half-elven woman in a brightly coloured spider-silk dress fit for a princess takes her place in the stands, flanked by a couple of nymph guards in mithril shirts and adamantine helms.
People in your culture have at times kept lockets with hair or nail clippings of heroes in, and you try to make out that I'm gross?Her mommy is currently in Yggdrasil, in camera with her paramour, Jack Hammer. I suspect that in magical terms the only reason she actually needs the collection of stars to be approximately collected back together to manifest herself was because she was still a novice deity, and hadn't quite yet got the hang of 'I-don't-actually-rely-on-the-one-physical-form' bit when she was interrupted in her education by matters more urgent to an an older, wiser, being.
And I have perogative *not* to be frightened of Arielle, I assure you; a perogative which, incidentally, prevents me from doing anything worse to her other than sending her to her room for a couple of decades.
Hey, I'm keeping an eye on the biggest threat around here, that little girl. Have you ever SEEN the destruction or chaos such a creature can cause entirely unintentionally?
The young woman returned to the palace, in the heart of the Wildwood, and shedding her guards and grey robes went to meet with the other officers to hear the latest reports from the borders.
Unless it's in a special place, people will often pick up something shiny and pretty which they see just lying there, apparently unclaimed, even if they aren't bad men or women.
Ask me again, if and when you have the rest. And in the meantime, the figure extends an arm to point a gloved hand at Azuri'ith, promise me that you'll do your best to keep your great-grandfather out of trouble. I'm a very busy person, and don't want to have to stop and rescue him from some of the bad men and women who walk the world.
Arielle waits patiently, absently humming to herself. There seems to be something else accompanying the song, but it is unclear what that is.
'...Caraftír gwuin un abbvast an,Narvalnar, sium vun, nargûl bast...'
Not literally, but as the sages of a few thousand millenia used to mistranslate it before the fashion for misquoting ancient dwarven lore went away.
A tall figure cloaked and hooded in grey, accompanied by an escort of four nymphs in dark cloaks, adamantine helms, and mithril shirts seems interested in following the progress of some of the men and women searching for stars.