Friday, July 31, 2015

Drum Circle under the Blue Moon

Blue Moon over The Henge

   There is something magical about the River Lands, something intrinsic that beckons you to come and visit or, yet, come and stay. Friday night Drum Circles are measurably so. It is when friends, role players and non role players gather to dance under the gentle skies that umbrella the night, caress the land and guide us ever onward toward our medieval fantasies and dreams.
   Tonight was spectacular as we witnessed a Blue Moon, often referred to as  the third of four full moons in a single season. And no, the Blue Moon isn't really blue. Generally, it's the same color as any other moon unless the sky conditions are unusual and then rarely, very rarely, you might actually witness the Blue Moon. 
   Tonight, we talked and sang the night away as I gently tapped out the rhythm of the music on my drums and friends danced about the Henge in camaraderie. 
   I think it was Talia who began the singing, and one by one we joined in to sing verses of various songs involving the Blue Moon or any other moon. I think my favourite moment was when Talia took an old favourite and adapted the words - "Every druid was dancing in the moonlight, Hobbits were a delight, such an unnatural sight, demons in the moonlight."
   All are welcome to join us on Friday nights at the Henge in the River Lands. 
We would love YOU to experience what we experience!

Your Medieval Fantasy Dreams Can Come True in tRLs

   Yes, we are fairly new to the hypergrid. And, yes, we have only been in the Great Canadian Grid for a few months. Yet, we are as strong, if not stronger, and as viable a role play community as we were in InWorldz.
   There are differences, truly, between the old community and the new. In GCG, we have adapted a more relaxed mindset. The biggest change is our new, improved rules on attire. In GCG, if you arrive in biker clothes or a mini skirt, you are STILL welcome to explore. True, we would rather see you in medieval attire and there is tons of free stuff at our welcome center, located in River City, the entry point to our community. Observer tags are also available. However, we will embrace you and welcome you no matter how you dress. In mundane attire, you will not be able to participate in any of the ongoing role plays you may happen upon, but you are welcome to observe.
   What race do you want to be? We have a limited amount of pre-approved races - Elf, Dwarf, Fairy (many kinds), Human, Hobbit, Halfling, Merfolk. Now, there are many other races we will consider such as Drow and Dragon. If you wish a race not on our pre-approved list, we need to know you have the experience to play such a role. Otherwise, by approving it, I would be setting your character up to fail and I won't do that. So do some research on your character. Take your time to make a decision you will want to live with because just as in real life, there is no race changing.
   Magic! Magic is mostly relegated to those in guilds. Currently, we have one active guild, Druids. With time and experience, we hope to create other guilds - Clerics, Rangers, Mages etc. However, we do not merely put tags over our heads and say, "Voila, I am a Warrior (or a Cleric)" anymore than we would in real life take the title of doctor or lawyer without training. Those of us in such roles trained extensively in SL or IW in various role play communities.
   What your character will have is the innate gifts of his or her chosen race. We strive not to allow any character to be over powered so, yes, we may seem a bit controlling in what you can or cannot do. Want to fly? Choose to be a fairy, not a human or an elf. And, yes, you could make a viable argument that an elf can fly; but, there again, you need to do some research.
   Role play is in its simplest playing a part. Often I hear folks say, "I am curious, I have always wanted to try it, but I am shy or nervous or afraid I will make a mistake." Well, be shy or nervous no more. For, we offer a core group of experienced role players who want to help you in your journey. We have classes on role play basics and etiquette. We will help you every step of the way.
   We are loosely based on LoTR and D&D. So much of your character can be learned by watching movies such as Lord of the Rings or books on Fairies and Elves.  Visit us soon - whether just to wander our beautiful lands or to be a part of the role play. Huzzah!!
a View of tRLs Medieval Fantasy Roleplay Community
 

Jaekob Chats with Evienne DuLac ~ New Fairy in tRLs

Evienne and the Crystal Unicorn
Jaekob Faolan: Welcome Evienne! 
How about starting our chat with some insight into how you ended up in tRLs?

Evienne DuLac: Thank you, Jaekob. You've made me feel so welcome here since the first day I arrived to explore the River Lands.
I am a SL-veteran and was also a Fae there, among other things! My role was a petite Fae for a long time. 
But I also love the open grid and stumbled across River City through hypergrid.com. I was curious and quickly enchanted by the region and was made to feel welcome from my first visit here and the GCG is such a warmhearted grid.

Jaekob Faolan: We have talked a bit and I know what you are looking for in a roleplay community. But, would you mind telling our readers what type of environment you are seeking.

Evienne DuLac: Playing a role which leans heavily on its solitary character, I prefer a roleplay community that caters for those who like to roleplay in groups, at regular events like your Market Day but also allows for solo RP action, where each can develop their character and provide insight into what makes them tick. I find that solo RPs are the perfect opportunity to open new storylines, sometimes that may give others the opportunity to jump in and become a part of it. It can be quite dynamic.
I like the way that everyone interested in roleplaying is welcome in the River Lands and others are willing to give newcomers time and any help they need to decide upon their role and feel at home here.

Jaekob Faolan: You are a Fae here. Tell our readers a little about your character. 
Evienne at the Tower
Evienne DuLac: The Fae are often thought of in a very limited way, in my experience. They are often either the fun-loving, trickster Tinkerbell/Puck types, or otherwise man eating seductresses. 
But the tradition of Faeries has a long history, dating well back before medieval times! The Irish worshipped the Tuatha de Danaan, a folk with magical powers who were believed to have once ruled Eire, but disappeared underground (basis for the mythical Otherworld). 
Later poets and writers from Chaucer to Shakespeare to Disney(!) crafted their own version of the Fae, tiny or tall, winged or with pointy ears, naughty or nice. Through each period in history, creatures mostly associated with superstitions, were often "transformed" into members of the increasingly diverse Faerie race.

Jaekob Faolan: And how would you describe your character?

Evienne DuLac: Evienne is heavily based on the Lady of the Lake from the Arthurian Legends. Enchantresses were gradually also termed Fae in medieval times, such as Queen Morgan Le Fay, King Arthur's rival. The Lady of the Lake was protectress of waterways (possibly a minor goddess), but the legends tell us that she was a young woman who the aging Merlin fell in love with. He taught her magic and she became so powerful that she managed to trap Merlin in a tree, robbing him of his last powers, until he faded away.
Later in the tales, she was stepmother to Lancelot and helped him on numerous occasions.
Evienne is a solitary Fae. She has no family clan, although she does not shun the Trooping Faery (those who live in an ordered Fae-clan society). She is more akin to the Flower Faerie with a strong connection to the natural elements. She dwells where water flows and acts as guardian over rivers, fountains, waterfalls, etc. She can be highly unpredictable, benevolent or malevolent,  depending on how she is treated... like most Fae.

Jaekob Faolan: Evienne, I am thoroughly delighted with our talk and your plans for your character. I so look forward to us sitting soon and chatting further. Jaek ICly has never been overly fond of the fairies, but listening to you, he may be swayed too reconsider. 
Thank you Evi and I look forward to meeting you ICly when my journey (move) is finished.

Evienne DuLac: The interview was a pleasure and I look forward to further exploring the River Lands community regions and meeting and roleplaying with the other citizens

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

The Hobbit: Fiesty Reminisces

Fiesty sat in her snug burrow, reading the “Hobbit Handbook for Gardeners” with a smile. It was after teatime and she had scads of things to do yet in her busy day. She needed to weed the turnips and get the young Hobbit boys to go up the hill to check on the sheep. The washing needed taking in and she thought she might go see if that mage needed anything. Well, he did seem to be busy these days but a little tonic may not be amiss.

Fiesty smiled at the well-worn book. The remedy for weevils was dressing seeds with the ashes of a cat or weasel or steeping the seed in ox-gall. She had tried the ox-gall option and was not satisfied with the results. She put the book aside and contemplated her new burrow. It was lovely to be back in the Shire.
ArchDruid Fiesty
She mused on her past.  It was years ago she left the Shire with Copper, her nephew. She had sailed to an island state and set up a business there. She had worked hard and flourished as a vendor and gardener.  But her nephew Copper, ever the explorer, brought her books on the wilderness and spoke of the dreaming ways of Druidry. Fiesty was a practical Hobbit, not inclined to foolery or mysticism. So she read these things with an impatient heart. What good was this rubbish to a hard working merchant? Yet the books were compelling. She consulted with the mages and clerics of the land but they had not met a Druid and had no answers.

One day, she recalled, she sailed to a land where Druids dwelt.  That day, in the sacred grove, was the first time she had understood the importance of the life of the land. The way everything is connected and all are a part of the whole.

After that Fiesty did work with a will at the things she was not equipped for. She began considering the health of the land rather than her profits. She cared for animals and people who would not be able to pay for her services. She meditated and journeyed through foreign lands. She became, in time, an Arch druid. She was still a gardener and she sold food at the market, but her outlook was much different.

Finally she decided to return to her homeland, the Shire. Upon arriving, she was amazed to find Druids there. They welcomed her with open arms.


Fiesty nods. Such a wonderful  life!   I shall see what else I can do to rid myself of those weevils. Perhaps a good talking to would do it….

Monday, July 27, 2015

The Gypsy: Kathena's Journey (Part 1)

Kathena had been traveling for many weeks, on the southern road towards her homeland. It had been a decade since she last saw the sands she once called home. Her childhood had been a very difficult one, filled with hardships and heartache. The one shining star in her past was her mother; a talented dancer and fortune teller that taught her how to work her trade. Her mother, Desert Rose, was a beautiful woman, of tan skin and unusual eyes the color of the water in the oasis as it reflected the sky above on a bright day.  She took great pride in her dancing and ensured she taught Kathena her trade so that she could survive on her own. Her mother's passing when she was just 13 years old, was a defining moment in her life. At that moment, she knew she would have to learn to survive her father's tempers, and make her own way in the world.

Unfortunately, her father, Sergio, was not as kind. Sergio was a traveler, at his best a talented con man, at his worst, an abusive drunk. He was tall, light skinned, with dark eyes and hair. A handsome man, with a good level of charm that was able to steal Desert Rose's heart. His involvement with Kathena was minimal until she was finally old enough for him to use in his cons. He taught her how to pick locks, cheat at games, and pick pockets. These skills will serve her well when in her life on the road. 

Kathena gets closer to El Caribe, the Bedouin desert that she left when she was just 14 years old. That was the last time she saw her father. Sergio, in a drunken stupor, had gambled and lost all of his money and was looking to earn some coin to continue his game. He attempted to sell his vardo for coin, but there were no takers. However, one of the travelers new to the area saw his opportunity and offered Sergio 2 gold coins for his daughter Kathena. Sergio, didn't hesitate at the offer and handed her over to the man, who dragged her kicking and screaming to his vardo and chained her in the back. The men continued to play and drink all night. Kathena waited until they passed out, picked the lock and stole the vardo. She got on the road and did not stop until she reached green ground. She never returned, until this moment.

Over the last few weeks she’d left behind the cool breezes of the River Lands. She’d made her way through mountain ranges, valleys, towns, and desolate places. The climate becoming ever warmer, as she made her way south. The green pastures led to arid places and now finally sand dunes lay ahead. As the sun sets over the horizon, she can see the rays glitter on the top of the Shaikh’s palace in the distance and she knows she is back home.  She was not the same girl that ran away so long ago. No, Kathena was a different creature altogether now. She was not a small, weak girl who could be traded like cattle. She’d lived and learned through fire and hell, which shaped her into the woman she is today. 

As she makes her way towards the traveler’s camp near the oasis, she sees the stares of what used to be her people, and she knows she is a stranger in these lands now. Kathena no longer belongs to the Bedouin clan. She no longer resembles one of them. Kathena is now an outsider.  Her horse slows and stops by the oasis as she finds a small patch of land that is open for a traveler. She readies her vardo, ensuring it was secure, then walks her horse to the water, letting him drink his fill. Her eyes, fixed ahead, though she can see the eyes of many upon her. She rises, standing tall and strong as she makes her way towards the campfire, where most are gathered. 

The Bedouin clan women are dressed in their traditional dresses, completely covered, and wearing their veils. Kathena smirks as she sees them look at her with such alarm as her clothing is more like the Romani gypsies with which she traveled and learned from on the road for so many years. Her face is bare, adorned by a ring on her nose with a chain that hangs from her ear. One of the few items she kept from her mother. She wears a short knotted blouse, with a lace jacket that allows her light skin to show, and a low hanging skirt, that calls attention to her ample hips. She walks with such assertiveness that it cannot be mistaken for anything but rebellion. The men’s dark eyes narrow in examination and anger at her boldness.

Kathena stands before the fire, looking through the flames at the man that seems to be in charge at the camp. He sits upon many pillows, with several women to his sides as men stand at the ready, guarding him, their scimitars hooked on their belts. She looks at the man directly in his eyes and introduces herself in a voice far too loud to be proper for a woman. “My name is Kathena, and I am here seeking information about a man called Sergio. I have traveled far and would appreciate a direct answer as to his whereabouts.”

The men place their hands on their swords, ready to strike her down at the slightest nod from the camp leader. This man, whose face is marked by the sands of time, his skin tanned as old worn leather and lined as the rivers through the lands, stares back at her, smoke from the hookah escaping his lips like soft puffs of clouds. His eyes narrow, for a split second that felt like a lifetime, it seemed he was considering killing her for her insolence, when suddenly he raised a hand and his guards stood down. He studied her across the flames, her skin glowing from the light and a small smile crept onto his lips. 

“Come closer, Kathena, for I must see if you are real, or a Djinn trying to trick an old man.”

She looks about carefully, keeping a hand close to her right thigh, where a small dagger is concealed. She takes slow deliberate steps around the fire, making her way towards the man, stopping just outside of arms reach of him. He studies her, her movements, her face. She has the look of a predatory cat, that finds itself cornered and is very dangerous. Her movements, both graceful and threatening, letting him know, she was not like any other he had seen. He smiles and introduces himself. “I am Aamir, elder and leader of this camp. Why do you seek this, Sergio?” He asks curious about the creature before him.

Kathena keeps her eyes on Aamir, though ever watchful of the other men around her. “My business is my own, I need only know his whereabouts.” Her face completely impassive, not wanting to reveal any information.  Aamir stands, staring at her, ever more curious. He studies her face, her teal eyes sparkling by the firelight. “You have very unusual eyes my dear. I have only seen eyes like yours once before in these parts, so many years ago. There was a dancer that all travelers spoke of when making their way through this desert. Last I heard, she died in a raid many years past.” He paces around her, studying her face for any reaction to his words. Kathena stares straight ahead, her face like a statue, hard and cold, 
without feeling. Aamir continues, looking to another man. “Did she by any chance have a girl child? Could you be her? Could you be the one that cost Sergio his arm?” His eyes lock on hers as he mentions Sergio. Kathena’s eyes betray her as they widen at the mention of her father. She swallows hard, and steadies herself, knowing she must not look weak.

“Who I am, is of no concern of yours. I merely seek to find him. Now, will you tell me where I can find Sergio, or must I ask elsewhere?” Aamir looked amused by her defiance, and thought that he would like to see this play out, if for nothing else, than to enjoy the story unfold before him. He grins smugly at her. 

“Aye, I know where Sergio is, as does everyone else here. You may find him at the stables, doing what he does best; moving filth from one place to another.” Laughter breaks out in the camp. Kathena doesn’t know how to feel. This man who tormented her as a child, who traded her for coins, was still her father and the only family she ever had. She had played this encounter so many times in her mind, but she never factored in what she would feel finally being face to face. She took a deep breath and curtsied in a flourish that seemed almost a dance, graceful and flowing. “I thank you for the information. Good day Sir Aamir.” With that she turned and walked to her vardo. She decided she must rest and seek out her father in the morning, for she knew she would need her strength to face him...

Saturday, July 25, 2015

A day in the life of a would-be Mage

Audrey Ashgrove takes a seat at the long table in the Library of the Mage Guild. Before her lies her book and ink, an old parchment describing the parts and properties of some plant and a plate of fungus, freshly gathered that morn.
Audrey Ashgrove breathes in deeply and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. She stares out the window, watching the townsfolk going about their business in Cheshire's main square. Some were stopping to gossip, a sailor stumbled out of the Dragon's Keep Tavern, looking worse for wear and nearly tripping over a cat, which scurried under his feet, avoiding the dog hot on its tail.
Audrey Ashgrove smiles and her eyes fall back on the various mushrooms she has gathered earlier, rising early to carefully dig them out of their dewy forest home and replanting them on the platter before her, so she could study them more closely.
Audrey Ashgrove picks up her quill, murmuring softly, "How can anyone remember all these details? I'll be sitting here for years before I have even learned to recognise half of the plants growing in these Lands."
She had followed Gabriel's instructions to the letter and she intended to return to their home by the end of the day with a full description and detailed drawing of the fungus. 
And although the salve she had made for him last week had surely succeeded in replacing the scarred skin on his face and hands much quicker than expected, Gabe still remained a strict teacher and was adamant that she would grow to be a good Mage only if she learnt diligently. He was willing to share his knowledge with her, but just as he had begun by memorising common plants when he was taken on by her father, the ArchMagus in their homeland, so must she begin at the beginning.
Audrey Ashgrove furrowed her brow as she began sketching the nearest fungus, but her concentration was soon broken by a commotion in the square... horses neighing, a dog barking and the angry voices of several men and women. She jumped up from her chair and raced to the window, gasping as her eyes widened as she looked down at the commotion beneath her...

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Ame and Jaekob Go for a Walk, Smeagol Spies

Amethyst McMahon tugs at the Druid's hand until he stops, as she hears the nearby neighing of horses.

Amethyst McMahon turns and looks towards the Gypsy camp near the river, "Any news from Kathena, Jaek?"

Ame and Jaek Near the Gypsy Camp
Jaekob Faolan moves along the path with his mate, stopping when she stops, a smile curled onto his lips. He shakes his head, "Nothing. And I must confess I am beginning to worry a bit."

Amethyst McMahon nods, "Aye, she is not gone this long on her wanderings usually."

Amethyst McMahon narrows her eyes, "But there is a fire at the camp. Is someone else there now too?"

Jaekob Faolan: "Well, now that the Demon is gone, things should be quietened and all back to normal routines. I did hear from one of the gypsies, Kitty, that there had been so mischief in the gypsy camp. And, yes, there are several Gypsies camped there."

Amethyst McMahon looks at him quizzically, "Mischief?"

Amethyst McMahon: "The Fae?"

Amethyst McMahon grins, "Pixies perhaps?"

Jaekob Faolan nods, chewing on his lip, "Things were pillaged a bit, nothing seems to have been taken," he says looking toward the Gypsy camp. "Possibly, sounds like something a Fae might do. Or someone down on his luck."

Smeagol Shade cringes from where he is hidden behind a large clump of bushes. He snuggles Fish closer as he listens, "Us heard that?" and then he holds Fish out to take a look at the pair, his spindly arms reaching from the behind the tree, Fish focused in their direction. "They will think Us did it. Us has been good and Us only tasted the food in the pot and Us got burned from it."

Smeagol Hides and Listens
Jaekob Faolan: "We really need to fill the High Sheriff's position so we will have someone to investigate these things hmm?"

Amethyst McMahon laughs and pulls on his hand again as she moves towards the river, "Oh yes.. and then you will also have a little more time for me, Druid."

Smeagol Shade perks a bit at the mention of Druid, "That is not Usses Druid. That must be an imposter. Us must tell our Druid about this," he nods to Fish. "Us gots to protect our new friend."

Jaekob Faolan shakes his head laughing and follows her. Jaekob Faolan pauses at the bridge toward the Shadow Lands, "The Demon may be gone, my love, but we could encounter Drow if we pass to their lands."

Amethyst McMahon smiles as her gaze wanders across the river towards the waterfall and she breathes in deeply the scents of the forest. Her eyebrow arches and she looks at the Druid, "THEIR Lands? I did think YOU were caretaker of all of the River Lands!"

Amethyst McMahon shrugs casually, "I've been across this bridge on a number of occasions, Druid. I saved Piglet just across the other side of the river."

 Jaekob Faolan laughs softly, "I am that, I suppose. Still do we not regard their space respectfully? Though I heal them often enough, I doubt they would mind."

Amethyst McMahon: "I have never encountered a soul past the bridge. If I did meet anyone, I would be respectful as ever. But come, I want to make sure that the area that was burnt when I found piglet is green again."

Amethyst McMahon marches ahead and crosses the bridge to the Shadow Lands. Jaekob Faolan nods and smiles and clasps her hand tighter, following.

Amethyst McMahon: "Ooh, Druid... the grass where I found piglet was always green, but there was some dark, cold fog or mist covering it. But look over here at this enormous fungus... I've never seen such a growth!"

Ame and Jaekob in the Shadow Lands
Amethyst McMahon: "And there is still a darkness settled here... the Shadow Lands is true to its name, it seems. The Drow like it here?"

Jaekob Faolan nods cutting his gaze in the direction of the web covered mushrooms, "Perhaps, is the mountain hmmm?" he asks shaking his head. "It has always been dark here. And, yes, my dear, the Drow find this environment to their liking. It is darker and move foreboding once you enter the mountain passes or the UnderDark as they call it."

Amethyst McMahon opens her eyes wide and gazes upwards as far as she can see through the bleakness, "Hmm, the mountain may throw such a shadow, but it is otherwise damp and unwelcoming here, I must admit."

Amethyst McMahon: "Where does the darkness end. Come just a little further, Druid," she grasps his hand tight and ventures on.

Jaekob Faolan chuckles softly, his gaze turning back to meet her eyes, "And yet, you come here looking for strays," he says following her.

Amethyst McMahon stops and turns to brush a quick kiss across his lips, "Yes Druid, I am fearless as you well should know!"

Jaekob Faolan bites his lip hard to stifle a laugh, "Of that I have no doubt, my dear. Still we should not pass further into the UnderDark. The Drow would not be very welcoming am sure."

Amethyst McMahon pouts and turns back towards the path, peering across the water, "What is that ruin across the river, Jaek. Was is a home once?" 

Smeagol Shade feels a slight tremble, "Us hears that? They know about Usses home. Now where can Us live?'

Amethyst McMahon: "How does one reach it?"

 Jaekob Faolan turns to look across the river, his eyes, settling on the old ruins behind the Citadel, "Those ruins have been there for as long as i can remember. It goes unused am sure, just a relic from the past." Then he points to the stepping stones that cross over to the ruins.

Amethyst McMahon follows his gaze and begins tugging harder on his hand, "Ooh, stepping stones! Let us go explore, Jaek."

Jaekob Faolan's grasp on her hand tighten and he pulls her back toward him, "The hour grows late, my dear. We should return home perhaps?"

Amethyst McMahon stops abruptly, pulled back against the Druid. As she turns into his arms, she gasps and points towards a barely visible opening in the mountain side.

 Amethyst McMahon: "A cave?"

 Jaekob Faolan: "No," he says rather emphatically. "That is the entrance to the UnderDark and we will not be going there."

 Amethyst McMahon's eyes widen and she whispers breathlessly, "Oh! Have YOU been in there, Druid?"

 Amethyst McMahon moves closer to her Druid, the cold seeping from the mountain making her shiver

 Jaekob Faolan: "You are incorrigible," he says with a bit of a laugh. The Drow are....well....they are enemies for lack of a better word, my dear. And, yes, I have been in the UnderDark but only by invitation when a healer was desperately needed."

Jaekob Faolan: "No one is welcome there, my love. They will kill intruders without a thought."

Amethyst McMahon moves closer still, seeking warmth, watching him thoughtfully, "But, that Drow Ryn came to see you... before the Demon possessed him or maybe even while he was possessed."

Jaekob Faolan nods, "And I... we will welcome all into our lands if they come in peace, my love. Even the Drow. But, they are not so like minded and we must respect that."

Amethyst McMahon shakes her head, "Still, I don't understand it, Jaek. You once said that the Queen of the Drow is a healer. Why would they call for you then?"

Amethyst McMahon smiles softly, "Perhaps they do seek friendship?"

Jaekob Faolan chuckles and pulls her closer to him, "Unlike the elves who live above ground, they breed like rabbits. Their community is not as vast as ours and the Queen is intent on producing female children, my dear. I have been there to help her birth, only." Amethyst McMahon raises her eyebrows, "I see, Druid. You are simply a necessary tool to them at such times. But still, this Ryn did seek you out, and Xella. He did seem rather conflicted for someone who considers us his enemy."

Jaekob Faolan: "Yes, a necessary tool is a good way to put it," he says running a hand through his hair. "I am not sure who visited, the Drow or the Demon. And, yes, he seemed likable enough. But, I suspect there was an agenda to his visit. As to the Drow, no one has seen sight of him since we banished the Demon. The Drow may be gone as well or returned to the UnderDark."

Amethyst McMahon shivers as the cold seeps into her bones and she hears a rustling nearby, tugging once again at the Druid's hand, "Let us return to our warm fire at home, Druid. This is not a place I care to discover more of."

Smeagol Shade skitters back to his lair in the old ruins. He plops down holding Fish close to think on the conversation he had just heard. Surely, he needed to tell Druid Fiesty about the imposter Druid. And he needed to think on whether his lair was really in danger of being found.

Jaekob Faolan nods, tightening his grip on her hand and follows her quietly toward the bridge leading home.

Amethyst McMahon smiles lovingly up at him as their cottage comes into sight, "Time for something warm to eat and maybe even some Elven wine, Druid?"

Monday, July 20, 2015

Audrey Wanders the Lands

Audrey Ashgrove nods shyly at the guard watching the gates of the Citadel, hitching her basket into the crook of her elbow and taking the well worn path towards Cheshire town.
She had left Gabriel buried in his books, his eagerness to decipher the depth of each magical tome increased hundredfold since his run in with the Demon.

Audrey Ashgrove sighs, running her hand through her hair. The pain caused by the burns had been alleviated through the care and skill of Healers and ArchDruids, yet Gabe had hidden himself away since returning from the Infirmary. She had coaxed him into just one moonlit stroll since his brush with death and she was certain his fear of being rejected by people because of the burns on his face and hands was keeping him in hiding.

Audrey Ashgrove breathed in the aroma of the forest and sea as she crossed the walkway leading to Cheshire. She waved gaily to the young woman who lived in the small house outside the walls of the town. As yet, her shyness had kept her from talking to the girl, but she lingered each time she passed to savour the delicious smell of pies and bread wafting from the house.

Audrey Ashgrove looked toward the setting sun. The beauty of these Lands was spellbinding and it was easy to lose track of time, but she quickly passed the arched entryway to Cheshire, nodding at the guards on duty and headed towards the island, a short way across the sea, where the Hobbits lived their peaceful, happy lives. 
Audrey Ashgrove smiled as she neared the bridge adjoining the Isle, keeping an eye peeled for Juste the Hobbit, who had been so friendly to her shortly after she arrived. She had not known of Hobbits in her own homeland and their gaiety and ease was infectious.
She wandered through the long grass towards a large oak tree, her gaze keenly watching the sunset, searching the ground for the reason for this journey.

Audrey at Sunset photo image_zpsqdefnmdy.jpg Audrey Ashgrove concentrated on the task ahead. She had watched her father, the ArchMagus, mix potions, oils, salves and such her whole life. She had been sent to gather flowers, herbs, leaves, bark... followed orders on how to portion and mix them... she sighed and set down her basket, kneeling in the flower covered meadow... but her father had never shared the secrets of his knowledge. She had not known the positive effects or detrimental intent of any of the potions she had unknowingly concocted for him.

Audrey Ashgrove watched the sun slide beneath the horizon, waiting patiently for the moon to rise. Gabe had shown her his books and given her the oldest, most precious one about potions to study. She had discovered a salve that was revered for healing scarring, especially from burns and she intended to try and make some for her love. She trembled as the moon began to rise and the importance of her task weighed heavily on her heart.

Audrey Ashgrove breathed in deeply, her eyes focusing on the thistles growing in abundance under the tree and at her first glimpse of the moon, she deftly plucked a handful of the blooms, moving soundlessly to the nettles nearby and harvesting another handful. Both plants purified and strengthened the skin and blood underneath. She had read that they were also used to remove curses or influences with malevolent intent. Gabe had been marked by his meeting with this Demon, he was doing his best to appear strong and fearless, yet she was sure that he worried about lasting effects from the encounter.

Audrey Ashgrove rose slowly, stowing her bounty in the basket and veering towards the small well under the Hobbit homes. She plucked some thyme, the addition of the aromatic herb that was beneficial to good health would only intensify the salves effect.


Audrey Ashgrove walked slowly back towards the bridge to Cheshire, a little sad that she had not met any Hobbits today, but her heart lighter seeing the moonlight making the sea glisten with diamond shards of light, as she returned to her home, determined to surprise Gabe with the potion within the next few days.


Friday, July 17, 2015

Jaek's Typist is Moving to Kentucky

   Just a heads up to our dear readers. I will be moving to Kentucky in eight days. This coming week will be filled with organizing and packing etc. Tuesday, the packers come. Thursday the truck/movers come. Friday the cleaners come. And Saturday and Sunday we will be on the road. We probably won't have Internet until the 30th so bear with me as posts become fewer for the next two weeks. Though I am away from family and friends in the River Lands and though I may not get much posted for you to read, the role play has not stopped, just slowed.
   We in the River Lands appreciate YOU so much. We thank you for sharing in our adventures as you do. Please know you are always welcome to visit the River Lands Medieval Fantasy Role play Community in the Great Canadian Grid. We would love to meet you and give you a personal tour. You know you want to meet the players AND the players want to meet you. Huzzah, all! -Jaekob

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Kathena and Zellda Get Acquainted

Zellda Montgomery  stands at the edge of the camp.  Her hair is tangled and her clothes are torn.

Kathena Mavendorf hears her horse startle for a moment and looks around, spotting a woman. She stands and makes her way towards her.

Zellda Montgomery looks at the woman with a tentative smile "sarshan."
Zellda Montgomery: "I saw your fire."

Kathena Mavendorf seeing the torn and tattered look and smiles softly, "Welcome to our camp. Why don't you come closer to the fire, you could use some warmth."
Kathena Mavendorf motions to the logs so she will follow.

Zellda, Romani Gypsy
Zellda Montgomery nods quickly "Nais tuke, phen."

Kathena Mavendorf smiles at the woman, "You aren't from these parts."

Zellda Montgomery shakes her head, "Nah.  We have come on a journey...my family and I."

Kathena Mavendorf looks around cautiously, but not seeing anyone else. "Where are your kin?"

Zellda Montgomery sighs deeply, "I do not know...and I fear for them."
Zellda Montgomery: "We were crossing the river, a ford to the south.  It seemed so still but then there was a rush of water and," her voice breaks and she covers her face with her hands.

Kathena Mavendorf examines the lady for a moment, and decides she's not a threat. "My name is Kathena. I'm not originally from these lands either, but I've made it my home. What is your name phen?"

Zellda Montgomery lifts her face, struggling to gain control, "I am Zellda."
Zellda Montgomery: "Zellda of the Tokar clan."

Kathena Mavendorf sees the tears in her eyes and feels compelled to help her, as she has been helped by other's people's kindness. "Well met Zellda of the Tokar clan. I originally hail from the sands far to the south, from the Bedouin tribes."
Kathena Mavendorf stands and moves a bit closer. Her voice soft and soothing so as not to alarm the young woman.

Zellda Montgomery: "I have heard tales of such people but know little.  Perhaps we will have many stories to share around the fire....if I may stay with you while I look for my clan."

Kathena Mavendorf smiles and nods, "I offer you my hospitality and protection Zellda. You are welcome to stay here as long as you need. No one will trouble you here."

Zellda Montgomery frowns and looks toward the town in the distance "You have no mizah with the gadjes?"

Kathena Mavendorf smiles and paces a bit, "There is no trouble with the locals here. I have earned their trust and respect, so they let us be."
Kathena Mavendorf looks at her torn rags and how cold she looked. "Zellda, I have extra garments in my vardo that you may use until you can get your own if you like."

Zellda Montgomery shivers and nods "That would be misto.  I was baxtalo to see your fire."

Kathena Mavendorf grins, "That one there is mine.....feel free to go through my trunk and put on anything you like."

Zellda Montgomery yawns and slides down into the grass, "Perhaps just a blanket...here by the fire," she says drowsily.

Kathena and Zellda Get Acquainted

Kathena Mavendorf: "I will set out a mat and some extra pillows in my vardo so you can sleep. I often go traveling so I am not home very much. You will have plenty of privacy."
Kathena Mavendorf nods, "Very well," grabs a blanket and drapes it over her.

Zellda Montgomery curls up, pulling the blanket around her, "Nais tuke, phen."

Kathena Mavendorf: "You are most welcome, sister."

   As we are getting a bit of a Gypsy population, here is a list of Romani words, provided by Zellda to help our readers with translations.
Barter - Trampa
Bread - Bogacha or Maro
Chieftain - Ataman
Enemy - Doshman
Forest - Vesh or Kasht
Friend - Mora
Healing herb - Drarego
Hens - Khania
Horse - Grast
Luck/Lucky - Baxt/Baxtalo
Mild curse - Mizhak (bad)
Mother - Daia
Purse - Kis
To Respect or Honor - Pakiv
Romani man/woman - Rom/Romni
Sister - Pen or Phen
Spell or Charm - Draba
Trail of signs on the road - Vurma
To Steal - Chorav
Unclean - Marime
Water - pani


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Barter - Trampa
Bread - Bogacha or Maro
Chieftain - Ataman
Enemy - Doshman
Forest - Vesh or Kasht
Friend - Mora
Fortunetelling - Dukkuring
Greeting - Sastipe, Lacho,  or Misto
Goodbye - Zhan tai Sastimasa
Healing herb - Drarego
Hens - Khania
Horse - Grast
How are you? Sarshen?
Luck/Lucky - Baxt/Baxtalo
Mild curse - Mizhak (bad)
Mother - Daia
Non-gypsy man/woman - Gajo/Gaji
Purse - Kis
To Respect or Honor - Pakiv
Romani man/woman - Rom/Romni
Sister - Pen or Phen
Spell or Charm - Draba
Thank you - Nais Tuke
Trail of signs on the road - Vurma
To Steal - Chorav
Unclean - Marime
Water - pani
Who are you?  Kaski san


Ame Gives Piglet a New Home

Amethyst McMahon gazes affectionately at the jumble of animals scattered outside Druid Cottage, grazing, drinking at the lake or simply resting in the shade of the trees.
*It's time for you all to return to the forest, my friends,* she says in calming tones and smiles as the wolf, raccoon, doe, assorted birds and piglet cock their heads and look at her with interest in their eyes.
Amethyst McMahon: turns as she hears the door open and smiles as she sees the Druid standing there. *Good morning, Druid. It is late so I hope you slept well. It has been a while since you truly rested.*

Jaekob Faolan nods, a smile curling onto his lips as he closes the distance to her. This was the most rested he had been in some months. But now, everything was set a'right and he could relax and enjoy the companionship of his mate and the simpler things he enjoyed in life. Now his people and his lands could heal and prosper.

Amethyst McMahon wanders over to where he stands and gives him a lingering kiss. *I was in Cheshire yesterday and everyone is so relieved that the Darkness has left the Lands and we all can sleep easier now. Everyone I spoke to has felt the lifting of the Shadows.*

Amethyst McMahon hesitates as she gazes up into his beloved face, the careworn look of the last weeks and months fading fast, "Jaek, do you believe that the Demon is truly gone? That he cannot return?"

Jaekob Faolan lets out a long sigh, a sign of contentment and peace. "Yes, beloved, I have no doubt the Demon is gone from our lands," he says as he holds her gently in his arms. "Though nothing is for certain, surely, I do not think we will be seeing that Demon again, Ame."

Amethyst McMahon: nods thoughtfully.

Amethyst McMahon: "And this Drow that you once met and who Xella said was the Demon.. what of him?", she asks quizzically.

Jaekob Faolan: "The Drow? hmmm Well, that is an uncertainty, beloved. I suppose if he somehow survived, he would return to his homelands."

Amethyst McMahon: smiles and kisses him quickly, before tugging at his hand and leading him along the river, *Come Druid, walk with me to the farm of Sara and Simon. Sara said she would give my wee friend Piglet a new home and the rest of our new friends are returning to their old homes today too.*

Amethyst McMahon: stops and peers over her shoulder to see the gathering of animals and birds watching them reluctantly. *Oh, come on, little friends, don't you want to go back to your homes, to find your friends and family again, now that the dangers have passed?*
She smiles as the raccoon scurries after them, setting the other critters in motion and the piglet runs squealing to her feet. She hitches him up into her arms, laughing at his zeal and taking the Druid's hand once again, they wander peacefully deeper into the forest.

Jaekob Faolan moves through the forest with her, hand in hand, with their entourage of animals.

Amethyst McMahon reaches the area once deadened by the Demon's Hellfire, now covered with a soft green carpet of young grass. "The Lands will fully recover, Jaek?*, she asks, squeezing his hand."

Jaekob Faolan returns the squeeze of hands and bites his lip, looking out at the land, hopefully, "Fiesty and Fitheach have seen to that, Ame. Already, there is no physical sign of damage. Now, we have but to get your little friends resettled," he says smiling softly, a bit of a twinkle in his eyes.

Amethyst McMahon smiles and turns around to say farewell to her animal friends, her hand brushing each as she wishes them well. "Go now and be safe and well once again."

Jaekob Faolan: "May the rains and storms guide you and keep you safe, my brothers and sisters," he says offering a small blessing to the animals.

Amethyst McMahon giggles as she watches the raccoon eyeing the wolf warily, before rushing off into the underbrush. The wolf glanced lazily in that direction, but his hunger was stilled after the care received at Druid Cottage, so with only a quick nod in their direction, he ambled off along the path, followed by the chattering birds. The doe then reluctantly took leave, moving only a short distance to begin nibbling at the fresh grass.

Amethyst McMahon looks at the Druid and murmurs somewhat sadly, "Let us bring Piglet to Sara now, my love. She is awaiting us and it may cheer her a little as she waits in hope of Simon's return."

Jaekob Faolan runs a hand through his hair, his face resuming a more passive look as he nods,"How is Sara doing, beloved? Still the rangers have found no sign of her missing husband. It....it....is such a mystery. I suppose his disappearance could have something to do with the Demon."

Amethyst McMahon: sighs, "I have been visiting her every other day and she remains strong and calm. Her mother and sister live near the farm and have been helping her with the upkeep. Old Nathaniel from the town is also tending to the larger animals for her. Still, she lives in hope that Simon will return any moment."
Amethyst McMahon: takes a deep breath and continues softly, "The townsfolk believe that Simon was taken and killed by the Demon, just like Dina. The Hellfire would have consumed him, leaving no trace. Simon was a responsible young man, who loved Sara devotedly. He would never just leave her so."
She frowns, "I think Sara believes this to be true as well, though she does not speak of it. She lives with the hope."

Jaekob Faolan: "Yes, he was a fine fellow and is well missed. I thank you for seeing to Sara's needs, beloved. If there is anything I can do, let me know hmmm?"

Amethyst McMahon: shakes her head sadly, "Yes, it is such a tragic situation," she pauses, "look Druid, Sara is over there, bringing in the milk. Let us not talk of this before her. She will be pleased that you have come to see her. She needs all our support right now.:
She hails Sara and smiles brightly at the young woman, "Greetings, Sara. I have bought you wee Piglet as promised!"

Sara (NPC): "Greetings Amethyst*, she manages a tired smile, before turning to Jaekob and curtsying, *Greetings, King Jaekob, it is an honor to welcome you here once again"

Jaekob Faolan nods and smiles, putting a hand to chest his, "Greetings mi'lady. It is....well... I am much pleased to see you again."

Amethyst McMahon: gazes from Jaek to Sara and smiles, "we won't keep you from your chores Sara. But if you should need anything, you know where to find us. I will visit you...", she laughs as she places the squirming piglet in Sara's outstretched arms, *... and Piglet again on the morn."

Sara (NPC): takes the piglet, burying her face in its soft belly, a tear escaping her eye. She draws a breath and looks at her visitors, "Many thanks, Amethyst. Piglet will be well looked after here. My sister, Lisbeth, adores the babies. Thank you both for coming all this way. May I give you some cheese and bread, freshly made, for your table."
Without waiting for an answer, she gently releases piglet onto the grassy ground and hurries into the cottage, soon returning with a basket filled with her gifts.

Ame Gives Piglet a New Home

Amethyst McMahon: "Many thanks, Sara. Your cheese is the best I have ever tasted. Take care, dear friend. Until tomorrow". She took the basket and pressed Sara's hand in thanks, before taking the Druid's hand once again.

Jaekob Faolan squeezes Ame's hand gently in his as they turn to make their way home. He pauses briefly and looks over his shoulder at Sara and Piglet before turning his gaze forward, toward home and the coming of better times.

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Smeagol Feels Better, Goes Wandering

   Several days after Fiesty had healed him and fed him, Smeagol was feeling better. But, the small stash of food she had given him was gone. He was use to being frugal with food, never really filling his belly. Rather, he would eat little bites now and then to sustain his frail frame just enough. He had never had any possessions, well not that he could recall. So when he had something, he was very diligent with it.
   But some days had passed and the food was gone and he was hungry, Fish was probably hungry as well. And so, feeling a bit chipper, he left his little corner of the ruins near the UnderDark and made his way toward the farm. He knew the farmer would be busy, maybe even on one of his many trips. And, if he was careful, he could dig up a few potatoes. Maybe he would even get lucky and be able to grab an apple or two and some grapes.

Smeagol Shade skipped along, very confident, almost happy. He clutches his dear friend Fish in his right hand and would occasionally hold him up so he could get a good look. At the moment he was hunkered down behind the wood pile making sure no one was around. He raised Fish over his head, "Us sees anyone? Us can get Us some food?" And when Fish did not respond, Smeagol took the silence to mean all was clear.

Smeagol Shade dropped down onto his knees and began to crawl toward the potato patch, digging up a few decent sized potatoes and quickly stuffing them into his little bag. Then he crawled further in, toward the corn. 

Smeagol Shade froze in place when the farmer's helper came out of the barn and quickly skittered off into the forest. As he went along, he found some mushrooms growing near the river. He quickly grabbed one and popped it into his mouth, munching hungrily. "Us likes these," he said to Fish holding a mushroom close to him. But, Fish didn't respond, didn't seem to be hungry. And so, Smeagol stuffed the rest of the mushrooms into his bag and continued along the river bank, stopping at a shallow spot to dip his face down and much like an animal, lap the cool water into his mouth.

Smeagol Shade crinkled his nose, "Us smells that?" And he trotted on down the riverbank until he came to a small gypsy camp. He cautiously looked around and seeing no one, he moved closer to the kettle that seemed to emit the smell.

Smeagol at the Gypsy Camp

Smeagol Shade: "Us found some cookin food," he exclaimed holding Fish up for a looksee. And, again, looking around carefully, he dipped his finger into the cooking pot of stew and let out a loud scream as his finger was burned. "Owee OWEE," he exclaimed a bit too loudly before skittering off into the forest, heading home with his potatoes and mushrooms.

Monday, July 13, 2015

Fiesty and Fitheach Heal the Land

Druids Fiesty and Fitheach Heal the Lands
Fiesty Lotus sighs.

Fiesty Lotus: "I am so tired Fit."

Fiesty Lotus: "I feel like we have been doing this for days."

Fitheach Eun leans against a tree tiredly.

Fiesty Lotus takes her staff in hand.

Fitheach Eun: "It does seem like days, although it has just been hours."

Fiesty Lotus: "This is the center of the devastation."

Fiesty Lotus: "This is where the demon destroyed the earth and everything around it."

Fitheach Eun looks around grimly;  "This is our forest; we must make it whole again."

Fiesty Lotus nods, grasping her staff.

Arch Druid Fiesty Lotus
Fitheach Eun: "If we can restore this part, all will be fine."

Fiesty Lotus concentrates on the earth, willing the dead earth to bloom.

Fiesty Lotus: "It is so dead Fit."

Fiesty Lotus: "I cannot use the growing if there is no life!"

Fitheach Eun looks around again and stands on a slight rise; pulling a packet of seeds from my pouch.

Fiesty Lotus watches Druid Fit.

Fitheach Eun beseeches the sylphs of the air.

Fiesty Lotus nods.

Fitheach Eun: "Sisters of the air, aid us in our task. Help us restore this land."

Fitheach Eun rasies my staff and breathes deeply, calling to the air.

Fiesty Lotus stirs the dead earth with her toes.

Fitheach Eun feels the wind picking up and beginning to swirl.

Fitheach Eun opens the packet of seeds and throws handfuls into the wind so they will scatter.

Fitheach Eun: They fly everywhere and soon the ground is covered with a light film of seeds.

 Fiesty Lotus looks on, hoping.

Fitheach Eun looks to the sky again and calls the rain.

Fiesty Lotus grins.

Fiesty Lotus: "Rain- Come spirit of Water."

Fitheach Eun: "Undines and naiads of the water, bring the rains, water the earth soak this ash into the ground with the seeds."

Fiesty Lotus notices the rain washes the ash away - into the earth,

Fitheach Eun: There is a rumble of thunder and rain falls gently washing the ash away and soaking the seeds into the mud.

Fiesty Lotus redoubles her call to the spirit of earth.

Fiesty Lotus: "Spirit, let the ash and the decay invigorate the soil."

Fitheach Eun: "Yes Fiesty; it is up to you now."

Arch Druid Fitheach Eun
Fitheach Eun watches Fiesty beseech the earth powers.

Fiesty Lotus: "Quicken the earth."

Fiesty Lotus raises her staff.

Fiesty Lotus: "Heal this land!"

Fitheach Eun watches hopefully.

Fiesty Lotus looks down to see a seedling sprouting.

Fitheach Eun smiles as I see small green shoots coming up everywhere.

Fiesty Lotus: "I thank thee Spirit of Earth."

Fiesty Lotus falls down in a heap.

Fiesty is Drained 
Fitheach Eun leans on my staff:  "Thank you sisters of the Air and Water."

Fiesty Lotus nods to the elements of Air and Water.

Fiesty Lotus: "I am grateful to thee Spirit of Air and Water."

Fiesty Lotus slowly stands.

Fiesty Lotus: "Well, Druid Fit. Are we done here?"

Fitheach Eun bows to the earth spirits: " Thank you Earth sisters for saving our land."

Fiesty Lotus inclines her heavy head.

Fitheach Eun looks around at the increasing  green and smiles, "I think we are."

Fiesty Lotus smiles.

The Land is Healed! Blessed Be!

Sunday, July 12, 2015

The Banishing of a Demon

   The Demon hissed and licked at a fang as he moved triumphantly toward the Elven City. His arms were his weapons as he pointed them, blasting Hellfire in every direction. The city was his for the taking and today he moved on Calenhad and the Elves, destroying everything and everyone in his path!


Demon Burns His Way to Calenhad

Meanwhile in a secret and dark temple, the Druids are putting their plan into action!

Jaekob Faolan takes a deep breath as he stands near the altar. He looks across and offers a smile to the young Dragon and then turns to do the same for the Druids.

Jaekob Faolan glances to the altar, to the sword emblazoned with the holy Druid rune, to the banishing crystal and the spell the young Mage had brought to them.

Banishing the Demon

Jaekob Faolan closes his eyes for a moment, securing his balance and speaks,  "Blessed are all you here present! We gather in the presence of the elements, Earth, Air, Fire and Water and Spirit."

Jaekob Faolan: "Let us welcome the elements before the ritual begins proper. I call the element of Air!"

The Ritual
Fitheach Eun faces the yellow candle, raises my arms in invocation  to the East and chants : "Sylphs of Air, harken well, join our dance, join our spell – blow away evil and blow away fear – let only light flourish here!"

Jaekob Faolan: "I call the element of Fire!"

Fiesty Lotus faces out towards her candle, and lifts her arms in invocation.

Fiesty Lotus "Salamanders of Fire, harken well, join our dance, join our spell – burn away evil and burn away fear, let only light flourish here!"

Jaekob Faolan: "I call the Element of Water!"

Fitheach Eun  faces out towards her candle, and lifts her arms in invocation to the west.

Fitheach Eun: "Undines of Water, harken well, join our dance, join our spell – wash away evil and wash away fear, let only light flourish here!"

Jaekob Faolan: "I call the Element of Earth!"

Fiesty Lotus faces out towards her candle, and lifts her arms in invocation.

Fiesty Lotus “Creatures of Earth, harken well, join our dance, join our spell – roll away evil and roll away fear, let only light flourish here!"

Jaekob Faolan: "The Elements are present to guide and protect us! Now step forth the fifth element, the element of spirit!"

Saphira Mistwalker moves to kneel in the center of the circle.

Saphira Mistwalker takes a deep breath and awaits the Spirit.

Jaekob Faolan raises his arms in invocation in front of SPIRIT.

Jaekob Faolan: "Come to us, Spirit! Come join us in Spirit, and help us to banish the evil that is held within one of your own… help us to help him to rise to the light, as you would help any of your children!"

Jaekob and the Spirit

Jaekob Faolan stands solemnly, breathing a deep breath to maintain his balance.

Jaekob Faolan: "Welcome the Spirit, my Sisters! Call and welcome the Spirit!"

Fiesty Lotus: "Welcome Spirit !"

Fitheach Eun: "Welcome Spirit; welcome!"

Jaekob Faolan: "Welcome wondrous one, Welcome Spirit."

SPIRIT: "I have come forth! Give to me the name of the one who is to be raised into the light!"

Fiesty Lotus smiles.

Jaekob Faolan hands SPIRIT the parchment with the banishing spell.

Fitheach Eun smiles brightly.

Saphira Mistwalker turns to the altar.

Saphira Mistwalker picks up the sword and holds it aloft, and then walks to AIR.

SPIRIT: "By Air I cut through your hold on Ilmryn Xyltyn. Evil begone!"

Saphira Mistwalker cuts the parchment in half.

Saphira Mistwalker walks back to the altar and returns the sword.

Saphira Mistwalker picks up the candle and takes it and the parchment to FIRE.

SPIRIT: "By Fire I burn away your hold on Ilmryn Xyltyn. Evil begone!"

Saphira Mistwalker burns a corner of one of the pieces of parchment in the candle.

Saphira Mistwalker walks back to the altar and returns the candle.

Saphira Mistwalker picks up the bowl of water and takes it and the parchments to WATER.

SPIRIT: "By Water I wash away your hold on Ilmryn Xyltyn. Evil begone!"

Saphira Mistwalker dips a piece of the parchment in the bowl of water.

Saphira Mistwalker walks back to the altar and returns the bowl of water.

Saphira Mistwalker picks up the bowl of dirt and takes it and the parchments to EARTH.

SPIRIT: "By Earth I bury your hold on Ilmryn Xyltyn forever. Evil begone!"

Fiesty Lotus: "Evil Begone! Evil Begone."

Fitheach Eun: “Evil begone! Evil begone!"

Fiesty Lotus: "Evil Begone! Evil Begone"

Jaekob Faolan: “Evil begone! Evil begone!"

Fitheach Eun: “Evil begone! Evil begone!"

Saphira Mistwalker puts all the remnants of the parchment into the bowl of dirt.

Saphira Mistwalker kneels and digs a hole.

Jaekob Faolan chants “Evil begone! Evil begone!"

Fitheach Eun: “Evil begone! Evil begone!"

Saphira Mistwalker buries the bowl, then stands and raises her hands to stop the chanting.

SPIRIT: "EVIL BEGONE!"

Fitheach Eun shivers.

Jaekob Faolan bites his lip hard as Spirit finishes, a chill running through him.

Jaekob Faolan: "I thank Thee, Great Spirit.. Blessings upon you and your kin. I bid Thee depart from whence Thou came with our blessings and thanks."

Saphira Mistwalker sways slightly, the light of the Spirit leaving her eyes.

Fitheach Eun snuffs the element candles.

Fiesty Lotus snuffs out her candle reverently.

Jaekob Faolan watches as the candles are snuffed out.

Jaekob Faolan: : "Quarters, I thank Thee! Earth, Air, Wind and Fire, walk with us, be with us, but for now, depart this place from whence thou came, with our love and thanks."

Saphira Mistwalker takes a deep breath. "Is it over?"

Jaekob Faolan nods, looking from one to the other, "I...I think it is."

Fitheach Eun looks hopefully at the druid.

Fiesty Lotus trembles.

Fiesty Lotus: "I did feel sumthin."

Fitheach Eun: "Yes, there was a chill."

Jaekob Faolan nods, "It was eerie and... and cold for a moment."

Jaekob Faolan: "We are all exhausted. Let us return to our homes and rest. We still have much to do, the land must be healed."

Fiesty Lotus: "Well, no time like the present ter see iffin it worked."

Saphira Mistwalker nods. "Safe paths to you all."

Fiesty Lotus: "Yes- I be right tired."

Fitheach Eun: "Yes, we should have a look, soon."

Jaekob Faolan: "May the rains and storms guide and keep you all, he says softly  and heads toward the great stairwell to return home for now."

Fiesty Lotus: "Good evening."

Fitheach Eun: "I admit I am quite exhausted now."

Saphira Mistwalker sways a little, unsteady. "I think I will walk, rather than fly."

Fitheach Eun: "Fair winds to you all."

Fiesty Lotus wanders out, limping to see the fires.

   And as the Druids and the Dragon bring the ritual to a close, as the Demon's screams fill the lands and he vanishes, a lone Drow rises from where he had fallen. He looks about, not recognizing the land, not understanding what has brought him to this place.

The Drow After the Banishing