Amethyst discovers Jaek is gone

Amethyst McMahon flings open the door to the Cottage, her voice quivering as she calls out to the Druid, only to receive no response...

Amethyst McMahon rushes through the rooms, checking to make certain that Jaek is not resting... fast asleep perhaps and unable to hear her, her breath coming in short gasps as she struggles to keep her composure. Upon returning to the main room her eyes fall upon a piece of parchment lying on the desk, accompanied by a white rose.

Amethyst McMahon hurries to the desk, pushing the chair aside and seeing the Druid's script, she quickly scours the missive for confirmation of his departure.

Earlier as she was saying her goodbyes after visiting Sarah at the Farm, she crossed the Remembrance Bridge leading to the path to Calenhad and to the cottage she shares with Jaek, nestled near the water's edge. An Elven Ranger had crossed her path and politely informed her that he would be guarding her home during the absence of the elven King, according to his wishes and she had no need for worry.

She had been astounded by the information and just managed a wan smile and nod, before hurrying across the bridge and breaking into a run to reach the cottage. 
Jaekob had been planning to search out the Ancient Ones, but he had not divulged further information about who they were and where he expected to find them. She had also not had the impression that he would be gone so soon. He did not seem to know where to begin his journey himself.

Amethyst McMahon sighs and runs her fingers through her long hair. Her shoulders slump and she slides heavily onto the chair, her hand stroking the petals of the rose, "What good is a rose to me, when I don't know where he is or when he will return?"

She lets her head fall onto the parchment, her lips coming to rest on his signature, signed with a flourish at the bottom of his letter and she begins to consider who she can ask about these Ancient Ones and who may be able to tell her when her Druid will return...

Smeagol Talks to Fiesty

Smeagol Shade: After following the Drow into the Underdark, he had spent some time creeping about, watching for some sign, some thing he could tell his Druid friend. Finally, when the Drow did not stash the collar, he held Fish up to face him eye to eye and whispered, "Us needs to go now and find Friend Druid and tell her what Us saw." And slowly he crept out of the Underdark and began to make his way toward the Shire, keeping low to the ground and staying mostly in the tall grasses as to avoid contact with anyone.

Smeagol Shade: As he approaches the farm, he spots an armored guard and quickly skitters backward into the trees and then continues his journey following along the river bank, hiding the the thick reeds that grew along the water's edge.

Smeagol Spies the Guard

Smeagol Shade holds Fish up, pointing him in the direction of the Gypsy wagon, "That is where Us got burned by the hot foods," and he circled even further from the campfire remembering the pain, pain he was all too familiar with in his life. "Us....Us should go home, but Us needs to see Friend." And he continued on as bravely as he could.

Smeagol Near the Gypsy Camp

Smeagol Shade: Finally he comes to the bridge leading to the Shire and pushed his body so hard into the small mound of dirt that for a moment he felt safe, secure. He watched as several hobbits passed over the bridge and when they were out of sight, he dropped down like a feral animal and skittered quickly over the bridge, hiding again in the grasses.

Smeagol Crosses the Bridge to the Shire

Fiesty Lotus: The garden is mostly done for the year A few straggling peppers to pick. Fiesty humms as she  takes the last of the crop.

Smeagol Shade: As he mounts a tall hill, belly low to the ground, he holds Fish over his head to look downward, "Does Us see Friend?" And imagining that Fish nodded, he slowly makes the descent toward Fiesty's farm.

Smeagol Shade: "Baaaa," he said to the sheep as he passed them, his heart pounding in his puny chest, hoping they would think him just another part of the herd. And then seeing Fiesty, he crawled toward the well and the fence.

Fiesty Lotus picks the peppers- though they are scrawny.

Fiesty Lotus feels a certain edge to the air.

Smeagol Shade: Hidden behind the fence and certain they are alone, he whispers, "Friend....friend," and then tightens his grip on Fish.

Fiesty Lotus: "Ahh- Smeagol, Hello."

Fiesty Lotus: "You are here. That is good."

Fiesty Lotus drops her basket and goes toward her small friend.

Fiesty Lotus: "How are you?"

Smeagol and Fiesty at the Shire's Farm

Smeagol Shade rolls over on his back and reaches a puny arm, his broken, dirty nails seeming to reach for her, "Friend," he whispers again, now tugging at her skirt, "Us has news.....news about Drow man."

Fiesty Lotus: "Oh - That is important but let me look at you first."

Fiesty Lotus inspects his chest and arms- and then looks at Fish.

Smeagol Shade postures and pokes out his belly, "Rash gone. Friend fixed."

Fiesty Lotus starts , "The fish is pristine."

Fiesty Lotus: "Yes, it is fixed indeed."

Smeagol Shade: "Fish happy rash gone. But, Us needs to tell you about Drow man and collar."

Fiesty Lotus nods.

Fiesty Lotus: "Would you like to come into a safe place and have some tea?"

Smeagol Shade: "Tea? What is tea," he murmurs looking at Fish for a reaction.

Fiesty Lotus: "It is a warm beverage. It keeps you warm."

Smeagol Shade: "Us wants," he said, beaming his best smile through yellow and rotting teeth. "Us wants tea, but not burn."

Fiesty Lotus: "Oh no- I have a very nice place  we can go it isn't far and it is very , uh, secret."

Fiesty Lotus: "No-one goes there."

Smeagol Shade: "Us don't want to be around others. Just Friend."

Fiesty Lotus: "Will you come?"

Smeagol Shade looks at Fish for approval, then back to Fiesty with a nod, "Us come."

Fiesty Lotus: "No- I would love to have you around others."

Smeagol Shade: "No others. Us go if others," he says adamantly.

Fiesty Lotus: I just thought you might like to  have privacy

Smeagol Shade: "Show us."

Fiesty Lotus: "Yes- That is what I mean."

Fiesty Lotus nods, come with me.

Smeagol Shade looks around cautiously and follows.

Smeagol Shade looks wide eyed at the small cottage, "Friend home nice."

Fiesty Lotus: "Now, be careful, the woods are the home of Entwives . They have come to my dark woods to hide from the treekillers. They are dangerous, but I will tell them to guard you."

Fiesty Lotus smiles. "Come inside."

Smeagol Shade: 'Guard...." and he looks at Fish, "Us safe."

Fiesty Lotus begins making tea by filling a pot from the well outside.

Fiesty Lotus puts the pot on the fire and gives her attention to Smeagol.

Smeagol Shade plops down on the floor, his back to the wall, and hugs Fish tight to his chest as he watches her.

Fiesty Lotus: "This hut is for you Smeagol."

Fiesty Lotus: "You can stay here if you like."

Fiesty Gives Smeagol a Home

Fiesty Lotus fusses with the kettle.

Smeagol Shade looks at her, his face sad and then bright as he whispers to Fish, "Us only ever live in cave and rocks. Us can stay here, Friend say...."

Fiesty Lotus: Finally she makes a cup of tea, not too hot and hands it to Smeagol.

Fiesty Lotus: "Blow on the tea if you feel it's too hot."

Fiesty Lotus sits and takes her own cup.

Fiesty Lotus: "Now then - tell me about this Drow."

Smeagol Shade takes the cup, cradling it in his hand. He sniffs at it and then dunks the tip of his finger just into it enough to determine it will not burn. Then he lifts Fish up to it, "Smells good. Us drink." Then unfamiliar with cups, he watches her and lifts it to his mouth, a good portion of it pouring down his chin and chest. "Us likes tea, Friend."

Fiesty Lotus smiles.

Smeagol Shade: "Drow man.... Us sees him in the darkness and him talked about the Drow lady being gone. And he had the neck......" and he pauses and tugs at the chain about his neck. "He had thing the people search for."

Fiesty Lotus: "The collar?"

Fiesty Lotus: "Oh my, that is news indeed."

iesty Lotus: "Tell me - do you remember anything more?"

Smeagol Shade: 'Col......collar thing. the Drow man has. Us followed him into the darkness and watched. But the Drow man kept it in his.....his...." and he pauses. "...kept in the collar around his belly."

Smeagol Shade: "Is all Us knows."

Fiesty Lotus nods, "I thank you Smeagol for bringing me this news. It will help us  and you are so brave to have come all this way."

Smeagol Shade: "Us scared of people but Friend help us so we help Friend."

Fiesty Lotus: "I will help. I have a sister Druid. She would also like to be your friend. Can I bring her to meet you sometime?"

Smeagol Shade: "Us trusts Friend," and  he quickly looks at Fish. "Us meet Friend of Friend."

Fiesty Lotus: "Good. I will leave you to get comfortable here- it is a safe place. There is cheese and some food there.

Smeagol Shade: "U sleep now. And us......"and he looks at the food, his mouth watering, his stomaching rumbling. "Us eat then Us sleep."

Fiesty Lotus "And thanks to your fish friend."

Fiesty Lotus: "Yes, goodnight Smeagol."

Smeagol Shade pays her no mind and rushes to the food, tearing off a small bite and offering it to Fish before he will eat."

Fiesty Lotus trips out the door.

Fiesty Lotus: At a dead run for the Master Druid.

Samhain Hunt for Something Precious

Samhain is nearly upon us...

The citizens of the Lands mark the festival of Samhain each year to celebrate the end of the harvest season and the beginning of the "darker" part of the year, the Winter.

An important time for our Druids who gather to perform a ceremony of thanks and call upon the Elements to provide protection for the Lands during the cold and shadowy months until Imbolc (the Festival to herald the arrival of Spring).

We invite everyone to come visit our Samhain area... a murky mix of medieval and Halloween! 

*SAMHAIN PRIZE HUNT*
For the eagle-eyed there is a Ring to be found among the bones and bats... not PRECIOUS though... just a copy (we can't make it THAT easy!)... but there is one copy hidden somewhere that will reward you with 500 MCs when handed over inworld to Master Druid Jaekob Faolan.

For a broomride to the Samhain Copse, 

just search for River City under Places using the Search Window. 

There is a sign at our Welcome Area that takes you directly to the 

Hunt area (medieval attire is requested).

We wish you all a wonderful Samhain~Halloween. Lots of fun and sweets for all! 

Smeagol and the Drow

Smeagol Shade hid in the darkest corner of the cavern leading to the entrance to the Underdark. He watched the Drow pacing at the entrance way and dropping to all fours slowly crept closer to hear the mutterings of what appeared to be an angry Drow.

Smeagol Watching and Listening

Ilmryn Xyltyn licked his tongue over his teeth and let out a low guttural growl. He clasped his dagger tight in one hand and what appeared to be a small collar in the other, "What is this monstrosity?" he mumbled a bit too loudly, unaware Smeagol was hiding, listening to his every word.

Ilmryn Xyltyn: Slowly he sheathed his dagger and began to pace about the portico, one hand holding the collar, the other fingering it curiously. Then he raised a brow and if one did not know they would imagine a bit of a smirk creeping along the lines of his lip. "The collar!" he exclaimed. This is the thing I heard the Unseelie and the Drowess talking about."

Ilmryn, the Drow

Smeagol Shade's eyes widen as he listened to the Drow. He holds Fish out in front of him, "Did us hear that? Does us think it is the collar we heards about in the town?" And he imagined a slight nod from Fish and grinned, "Us must go find the Druid lady that helped us and tell her we knows where the collar is." he said with a bit of certainty though it was very unlike him to wander far from his ruins and certainly not where people gathered.

Smeagol Shade: In his lifetime, he had experienced extreme cruelty from another.... until he managed to escape. It was Fish who had led the way out or so Smeagol thought. For forever, he was alone and a slave to another Drow. Then he met Fish in one of the murky ponds hidden away in the Underdark and they became fast friends.

Smeagol Shade hunkered down lower on all fours much like an animal and crept closer, "If Us could find out where the Drow man keeps the collar, us could tell the Druid Lady."

Ilmryn Xyltyn: "What an untimely disappearance the Drowess made," he muttered. "But maybe, just maybe, this can be used to advantage," he said with a snarl, stuffing the collar into his belt. Then he turned and headed back into the Underdark. Little did he know, Smeagol crept behind him, taking in the Drow's every movement.

Winter Returns Home

Winter Standing Outside the Farmhouse

Winter unlocked his door and walked into the musty room of his tree-house. He went over to the window and with a shove it opened flooding the room with sunlight.

Winter has just returned from Stonewick - a city across the eastern sea. His visit on the request of the Executor of his late and distant brother Helmut's last will and testament.

It had been a long and tiring journey, nearly a week sailing there and back again, spending only a week in the coastal city of Stonewick and the pastoral lands of Manitou.

He drew a parchment from his cloak and placed it on the desk. A long sigh escaped his lips as he sat his tired bones upon the chair. The chair creaked as he leaned forward to read the letter for the tenth time.

~~~~~

Winter Reading the Will of Helmut

The Estate of Helmut Silversmith

To my only brother Winter Silversmith. I bequeath the entire lands and livestock of our family farm and any monies in my possession and keep should he survive me.

~~~~~

"Monies in his possession!" Winter huffed loudly, "the danged fool, and any debts too I see". Winter looked into the dark empty abyss of his coin pouch. "If I had known I would get all of this debt I would have thought twice to meet with the Executor".

The rewarded lands of Silversmith, a modest farm of just over thirty-one thousand metres square, nestled along the southern shores of Manitou Village Proper, also bore a sizable debt..

It seems the Lord Helmut was as conservative with his drinking as he was with his spending, that is to say not at all. Winter had to make a down-payment of eight cows, four pigs and six chickens to save the farm from the debtors. Winter visited the farm briefly during his travels and met with the caretaker assigned by the Executor. Sympathetic to the situation Winter was given one year to settle the debt in order to keep the farm.

"I will have to speak to Master Jaekob about the sheep, perhaps I can sell the wool and mutton here at Cheshire to help settle the debt". Winter said aloud to the autumn leaves on the wood floor drying in the afternoon sun.

The Cheshire Cat's decline

Audrey Ashgrove sits on the steps outside her home in the Citadel, barely noticing the bustle around her as folks head to Market. Her head is bowed, deep in thought as her fingers nervously knot together...

Audrey Ashgrove draws a breath and rises, plucking a growth of greenery from the neat planting stand nearby as she makes her way back inside the home she shares with her partner Gabe. 

On entering her gaze sweeps the hearth and she smiles forlornely at the once large ginger cat dozing by the fire, her voice soothing, "Tis near time for my beloved to return, dear Cat. Our soup for tea is about ready, but t'would be grand if you would awaken and try some of the new potion that Gabriel has worked so hard on to boost you and which I have added to this potage."

She moves to the roughly hewn wooden cutting board and grinds the leaves small before stirring them into a bowl of gruel. Taking the bowl, she places it carefully on a stack of books resting on the sofa and turns to see the Cheshire Cat wearily watching her movements from his nest before the fireplace.
Audrey Ashgrove looks with tenderness at the feline and in a reassuring tone speaks to him, "aah, my friend, you are awake. I hope you are a little rested. You slept all the night it seems."
The Cat mews faintly, its answer barely audible and lays its head back onto its paws, seemingly exhausted from such a small exertion.

Audrey Ashgrove gasps and covers the ground to kneel near the Cat with lightning speed, crooning softly and gently lifting the Cat into her arms, returning to the sofa to rest it on her lap. Her hands smooth the sweat-soaked fur and her glance shifts between the limp feline and the bowl before them.
"Will you be at least trying some of the potion, hmmm? I know the effort taxes you, but I fear...," here she pauses, the words catching in her throat as a sob escapes her lips, "...I see you fading each moment, dear Cat. I have doubts that ArchDruid Fitheach and Gabe can reconstruct the instructions for that preservation remedy in that old tome soon enough to help you."

She chews at her lip and one hand continues to stroke fur and the other proceeds to take up a spoon and gradually stir the gruel, "Gabe found all but one of the listed ingredients and Lord Jaekob helped him to obtain the elusive Unicorn Horn, but they have as yet not had success at deciphering all the written words and have misgivings about creating an elixir before they can determine the complete passage. We dread to lose you through haste in our actions, but we have so little knowledge as yet, even when we are all working together." 

Audrey Ashgrove looks at the Cat with growing concern, its body slumped over her thigh and its head resting heavily on her stomach. She passes the spoon through the potage and places it directly near the mouth of the Cheshire Cat, her voice suddenly determined. 
"Now, come, my friend, just a wee measure for now. My catnip is burgeoning just outside the door and I'll be darned if anything in my care will wither and wane... and that includes you!"

The Cheshire Cat's ears twitch and it lifts its drooping head a fraction as its tongue haltingly licks at the spoon. After lethargically sampling the enticing mush, the aroma of the catnip tempting the feline to draw on all its reserves of strength, its eyes wide and alert for a moment before retreating back into the warmth of Audrey's lap and she watches its eyes drift shut and a drowsy purring begin.

Audrey Ashgrove lets out a relieved breath and settles herself back into the corner of the sofa, not wanting to disturb the Cat at rest. She returns the spoon to the bowl and places her other hand calmly on the Cheshire Cat's slim body as she intones an old lullaby to ease the feline into a deeper slumber, her thoughts roaming to Gabriel and ArchDruid Fitheach and hope growing within her that they would indeed have success in their endeavours this very day.

To be continued...

Copper Returns to the Shire

Fiesty looks out at the sea from the Shire lighthouse top floor. She has been up there for hours, watching for the dinghy that was to bring her nephew, Copper, to the Shire. The mouth of Long flood River was too small and rocky for the sailing ship he came on so he had arranged a transfer from his sailing ship to the smaller ship to bring him to the Shire Docks.

 Fiesty hopped from one foot to the other in anticipation.
All at once she saw a dot in the distance. She waited for the dot to resolve itself into a ship. It was today or this week that he had said he would arrive, the vagaries of sailing and weather making exact arrival dates impossible. As she knew the shipping traffic schedule that ran through toward the Cheshire Docks she could reasonably gauge the time it might arrive. She had been at this post at this time for several days now.  This day she saw a smaller ship leave the big ship and head for the river.
Fiesty gave a whoop and ran pell-mell down the lighthouse steps and out to the bridge leading to the small dock. Fiesty waved at a few Halflings that were hauling goods toward the garden.
She arrived at the dock in time to see the dinghy closing on the dock.
Fiesty waves furiously and calls to him. "Copper me boy!"

Copper Comes Home

Copper Lotus: "Ahoy Auntie!"

Fiesty Lotus: "OH copper, you do a body good. Jest look at you, so tanned and strong."

Copper Lotus  smiles and hugs his Auntie.

Copper Lotus: "Imma happy ter see you too."

Fiesty Lotus hugs him back and waits as he gets his gear from the boat.
They  take the road to Fiesty’s house and talk companionably.

Fiesty Lotus: "I was a mite surprised when I got yer letter. It be early yet . Don't you sailors sign up for a full year?"

Copper Lotus: "Ah yes Auntie. I did get early leave by Captain Bernadette."

Copper Lotus nods and avoids his auntie's eyes.

Fiesty Lotus is instantly suspicious . "Oh, yer captain was a Lady Captain?"

Copper Lotus: "Yes."

Fiesty Lotus: "And were she comely?"

Copper Lotus says with a casual air "Let’s just say she were striking."

 Fiesty Lotus: "Did you get paid?"

Copper Lotus: "Yessem, I got most of it , it kinda got dropped and I had ter find it all."

 Fiesty Lotus stares hard at her nephew. "You were thrown out weren’t you. You made some moves on the captain."

Copper Lotus: "Oh no Auntie, I, I.."

Fiesty Lotus: "Yer can't lie ter me boy - I knows you."

Fiesty Lotus gets red and seems about to explode. Then she looks out at the Shire  and shakes off her anger.

Fiesty Lotus: "Ahh Copper, will you never learn?"

Fiesty Lotus: "But you got ter straighten up now. The Shire is in danger and we will need every able bodied Halfling ter step up and defend the Shire."

Copper Lotus releases his breath at his Aunties change of mood. "What danger Auntie? Tell me."

Fiesty and Copper amble through the Shire greeting Halflings along the way, their destination home and lots of good food.

Amethyst's new Dagger (Questing Roleplay Finale)

Amethyst McMahon pulls the small cart filled with wood to the Forge at the Docks. With a satisfied grin she parks it near Aonghas' anvil and coughs loud enough for the hardworking Blacksmith to glance over his shoulder and put down his tools...

Aonghas the Blacksmith's (NPC) face breaks into a large smile as he sees his visitor and her cart of wood. "Well me lassie, yer as good as yer word!". His eyes take in the load of wood, neatly cut and stacked and he raises an eyebrow before continuing, his voice full of mirth, "And who did yer use that sugar tongue of yers on to cut that heap fer ya?"

Amethyst McMahon looks affronted, but their is no offence in her tone as she answers blithely, "Ghods stand me by, everyone here underestimates me! I chopped that wood myself, Blacksmith... and I have the blisters on my hands to prove it!," she pouts and holds out her hands for perusal.

Aonghas grins and bows his head solemnly, "M'lady Amethyst, by yer leave forgive such a lowly disbelieving peasant such as myself. And if I doubt yer... umm.... tenacity again, then yer have me leave to tell me wife. She's sure ter box me ears fer ya!"
His laughter fills the Forge.

Amethyst McMahon sniffs and flicks her hair back across her shoulders, but soon she is laughing with the burly Smith.
"Furthermore, Aonghas, Aidan shall be bringing along the other items you mentioned yesterday. He even let me go to collect iron shards with him. The coal he had spare himself. He was more than willing to barter them with me for a week's supply of Elven wine!"

Aonghas the Blacksmith whistles through his teeth, "Blow me down, he drove a right hard bargain, Ame! I bet the mongrel ain't never tasted anything as fine as Elven Wine in his whole miserable life!"

Amethyst McMahon shakes her head, "Oh no, Aonghas, it was I that won that battle of wills. Aidan was wanting a month's worth of wine!", she smiles gaily, "and besides, for anyone not accustomed to it, it can cause the world to rotate like a spinning top! A week's worth of Elven Wine will take him at least a year to finish, which makes it a pretty good transaction for both of us."

Aonghas the Blacksmith grins, "aye, M'Lady, well played! I'll get right to making a fine blade for ya and it should be done by the morn then."

Amethyst McMahon beams at the Smithy, "really? So soon. How wonderful. Many thanks, my friend," she enthuses, "I'll leave you to your work then and return tomorrow. Greetings to your family Aonghas."

Amethyst McMahon waves and wanders off along the walls of Cheshire to the popular fishing spot to see if anyone is busy reeling in their lunch, her gait light as she softly hums a popular melody...

THE FOLLOWING DAY...

Amethyst McMahon bursts into the Forge and rushes over to Aonghas, bent over his fire.
"Good afternoon, Aonghas! I've been so patient today, but I cannot wait any longer... did Aidan deliver as promised?," her gaze sweeps the Forge and fixes upon a small dagger with a wooden grip laying on an anvil.
Amethyst McMahon's face lights up and she approaches the anvil, her features glowing, "Is this mine, Aonghas?", and her hand reaches out and hovers uncertainly above the new blade, "oh, it's beautiful and... quite deadly looking," she finishes with a grin.

Aonghas the Blacksmith nods, "aye, Ame, tis for yer. Mind you take good care of it and yerself too, spend some time gettin' ter know yer blade. Best ya go out and practice on that ol' broken Oak near the path to the Citadel. See if ya can take off a branch or two! Yer know the one I be meanin'?" 

Amethyst McMahon takes the dagger carefully into her hands, turning it over admiringly. "Aye, Aonghas, I know the very one. I will practice quite diligently. I can't thank you enough for your fine work. You are truly skilled." She takes a leather pouch from her pocket and places it in his hands. "Here is the agreed payment and a little extra for the speedy delivery and your trust. I will see you again soon, my friend."

Aonghas takes the pouch and smiles at the young girl, "On yer way, lass, and don't yer be comin' around before ya can impress me with yer skills at handling that blade! The King will have me head if he finds out aforetime!"
His warmhearted laughter follows her out of the Forge, nearly drowning out her farewell as she races off towards the forest of trees beyond the walls of Cheshire.

Amethyst arms herself (Questing Roleplay)

Amethyst McMahon nods and smiles to the townsfolk going about their morning chores and bartering with the stallkeepers at the Market for fresh fish, bread or vegetables, but hurries forward towards the Docks.

She glances quickly behind her as she rounds the corner and heads directly for the Forge, knowing that Aonghas would be long active at his fire.

Amethyst McMahon coughs loudly to attract the attention of the swarthy blacksmith, "Good morning, Aonghas. How are you this lovely day?", she enquires with a winning smile.

Aonghas the Blacksmith (NPC) turns slowly, his hands covered with thick leather gloves and lays his tools on the edge of the forge. He grins when he sees his visitor, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, his voice gruff, but his face softening as he addresses her, "well, well, lookie here, now what's a lass like yer doin' up and about before the dawn?"

Amethyst McMahon's beams and quips quickly, "My Lord Blacksmith, I am here on an urgent matter of greatest import!"

Aonghas the Blacksmith narrows his eyes, a chuckle escaping his lips, "aah, I see, M'lady Amethyst, Consort of our cherished King, pray tell what request yer could be 'aving from such a lowly citizen as this old smithy?"

Amethyst McMahon glances at him tenderly, her esteem for the Blacksmith evident in her gaze, but her smile fails and she moves closer to him, her voice quivering slightly, a determined look on her face...
"I mean to arm myself, Aonghas. The Druid believes the best way to protect me is to keep me from knowing what is happening in the Lands. Alas, I hear so much and many people confide their worries to me, thinking that I know of all that happens among us anyway. I know that there is trouble brewing once again and although Jaekob will not condone it, I mean to be able to protect myself and those I love if danger should cross my path," she pauses, the words having tumbled from her lips, making her breathe rapidly, her cheeks reddening.

Aonghas the Blacksmith starts at her speech and looks at her searchingly. He takes a deep breath and answers gravely, "aye, Ame, I will not tell ya otherwise. The King has been to see me and what yer say is fact. His wish to keep his loved ones from harm mirrors me own wish for me family, but I admire yer courage and I won't be keeping ya from accomplishin' what yer think is best."
He looks about his workplace and continues, "do yer see anything here that would be takin' yer fancy. I'll be tellin' yer if I don't think ya can handle the weapon though."

Amethyst McMahon's eyes never leave his face as she straightens her shoulders and sighs with relief, "many thanks my friend for your trust, but I do not want to simply take something you have toiled at so long. I would like to at least go out and find the items you need to make a small weapon for me and then bring them to you and have you work your magic on them to create what would be suitable for me!"

Aonghas the Blacksmith shakes his scruffy head, scratches his beard and answers kindly yet firmly, "Lass, may be a noble notion in that pretty head of yers, but ya cannot be mining coal or iron and I'd be needin' both. Coal is rare in the Lands and where ya can find it ain't fit for a young thing like you. There are dangers afoot all over. But them things can be bartered or bought at the Market or perchance from that old miner, Aidan, that lives near the Shire. What I would be needin' is wood for a handle and to keep me fire alight. If yer dainty hands are up to it, ya could easily collect a cartload of wood and bring it here first. Mind, I'd be needing a good piece of oak or ironwood for the handle of a dagger though!"

Amethyst McMahon clasps his leather clad hand and gushes happily, "Aonghas, I can do that! I'll go about it right away while the Druid is busy in Calenhad and then I'll seek out Aidan and see if he can help me further. I'll be back on the morrow with the wood and fill you in on how I fare hunting down the other things you mentioned."

Amethyst McMahon beams at the chuckling Blacksmith and quicker than he can return her parting greeting, she flies off down the docks heading for the forests towards the Citadel.

Jaekob Discovers Saphira Was Injured

Jaekob Faolan slips quietly into the infirmary, his eyes instantly darting to Allie (NPC), the apprentice healer, "Vedui Allie," he says softly and then follows her worried look across the room to the bed in the corner.

Jaekob Faolan: "Saphira," he exclaims rushing to her.

Saphira Mistwalker moans softly and looks up, "Jaekob."

Saphira Mistwalker smiles weakly.

Jaekob Faolan: "By the Ghods, what happened to you, my friend?" and he quickly looks at her, assessing her condition, "Why....wha..... what are those bandages for?" he asked kneeling down by her bedside.

Saphira and Jaekob

Saphira Mistwalker sighs, "I fear the Drow Ilmryn and I had a little misunderstanding."

Saphira Mistwalker giggles weakly. "I misuderstood how dangerous he could be."

Jaekob Faolan swallows hard and takes her hand in his for a brief moment, "Misunderstanding hmmm? I was certain he was gone after the vanquishing of the Demon. Tell me what injuries have you."

Saphira Mistwalker grimaces, and looks serious. "A minor scratch or two, some nasty cuts on my arms, and a fairly deep wound to the stomach. Luckily Lady Fitheach was nearby and found me soon after I returned to my cave."

Saphira Mistwalker: "Oh, and the daggers he used were poisoned."

Jaekob Faolan: "Fit treated you then," he says drawing a deep breath. "Her skills are exemplary so I am certain you are on the mend. Poisoned arrows? Are you certain she drew the poison out? And may I look at the wound to your stomach?" he asks already gently removing the bandages.

Saphira Mistwalker: "She said something about drawing poultices."

Saphira Mistwalker me winces slightly as Jaekob moves the bandages.

Jaekob Faolan nods, looking at the exposed wound and bites his lip, "This does not look as serious as you said..... is there some reason you are mending so well?"

Saphira Mistwalker smiles. "Dragons are hardy. Our blood runs hot and burns away most poisons and disease. We tend to heal rapidly, if we survive the original encounter."

Saphira Mistwalker frowns. "Although, I must say, I was not at all sure I WAS going to survive. His attack was swift and unexpected."

Jaekob Faolan nods, a slight smile curling onto his lips. He takes the spoiled bandage and drops it in the bucket beside the bed and reaching for a new bandage gently wraps the wound. He reaches for the chair beside the bed and turning it to face her, sits. "Thank the Ghods for that. Now tell me what happened with you and this Ryn..."

Jaekob Sits with Saphira

Saphira Mistwalker nods, thinking back. "I went seeking Arianna, as we had discussed. I was not far into the Underdark when I came upon Ilmryn. I demanded to see Arianna, and when he refused, I became angry. I drew my daggers and he attacked. He moved so fast, and he was behind me before I could react. I tried to deflect his daggers, but I just got more cuts for my efforts. And then, when he said he would let me go, he slashed me in the stomach. I fled, mostly on foot, back to my cave."

Saphira Mistwalker looks morose. "It hurt so much from the poison, and I was so dizzy."

 Jaekob Faolan swallows, his face pale and impassive at best, "I....I....." and he stops before saying more. "But, you are feeling much better now, yes?"

Saphira Mistwalker smiles. "Aye, I am. Lady Fitheach treated me, and whatever she used, it seemed to draw the poison. I am a little weak, but I feel I am growing stronger. I ... i still need to fly back to visit my elders. I hope ... I need ... to be well enough to fly in a couple of days."

Jaekob Faolan: "Hmm are you certain that is wise, my friend?

Saphira Mistwalker smiles, and laughs a little bitterly. "Wise, my friend, does not seem to be in my vocabulary of late. But, I believe my elders need to know the events here, and perhaps they can guide me in how best to deal with the drow and the unseelie fae. I remain committed to a treaty between my clan and the River Lands. I must make that plea personally to my clan."

Saphira Mistwalker: "Aran, I really do believe with a couple days rest I will be strong enough. Please, I need to do this. I need to redeem my failure."

Jaekob Faolan nods, drawing in a deep breath, "Well I confess I do not know so much about the make up of a dragon, but you are healing rather rapidly. I trust you judgement in that you will only make this journey if you are absolute in your wellness."

Saphira Mistwalker smiles.. "I promise to be a good patient for the next couple of days, and then I will conserve my strength and take frequent stops when I go."

Saphira Mistwalker in the Infirmary

Jaekob Faolan: "Fair enough," he says softly with a bit of a smile. I am anxious to hear from your elders as to a treaty so I will not argue the point as long as you are confident you can make the flight and arrive safely."

Saphira Mistwalker sighs relief. "Thank you. I will be careful, and I will be back in a fortnight. Please, let the others here know that I am all right."

Jaekob Faolan me leans in, "I will make sure Fit and the others know you  are on the mend and will be making a trip home in a few days."

Saphira Mistwalker nods and looks Jaekob directly in the eyes. "And you Aran, take care. Be wary of that Drowess, and do not take any chances."

Jaekob Faolan chuckles nervously, "I promise I will do nothing I do not have to do, I will be careful," he says softly standing and turning slightly away to mask his intentions

Saphira Mistwalker nods, knowing full well Jaekob will do what he must. "Good even Jaekob."

Jaekob Faolan: "Namaarie, my dear friend, "he says softly and turns to Allie."Take good care of our friend and send for me if needed hmmm? And I will check in first thing in the morn," he says walking away a bit briskly.

Fitheach Heals Saphira

Fitheach Eun wanders across the bridge heading towards town after collecting more herbs.

Saphira Mistwalker hisses and moans in agony.

Fitheach Eun: A  faint noise attracts her attention and she turns down the side path to investigate.

Fitheach Eun: As she nears Saphira's cave she realizes the moaning is coming from inside and begins to run.

Saphira Mistwalker looks up, trying to focus on the person standing in her cave entrance. "Fit?" she moans. "I have failed, the Drow are coming for Jaekob". She hisses, her head dropping back onto her hoard and she shudders with pain and sudden chills.

Saphira Collapsed in Her Cave

Fitheach Eun hurries to Saphira's side pulling bandages out of her bag as she sees blood, she kneels by Saphira and looks at her wounds.

Fitheach Eun: "What happened?"

Saphira Mistwalker moans again. "I went to find the Drowess. I found Ryn instead, and he cut me. Poison, there was poison in the Drow blades."

Fitheach Eun pulls out her water flask and some bandage and tries to clean off the blood so she can see the extent of the injury.

Fitheach Eun mutters "Drow poison; undoubtedly from those damn spiders."

Saphira Mistwalker nods weakly. "I can feel it burning. My dragon blood fights it, but I feel so dizzy."

Fitheach Eun cleans the deep stomach wound and covers it with a drawing salve poultice and bandages.

Fitheach Eun: " Just hold on Saphira; I will try some water magic to clear it."

Saphira Mistwalker sucks in a breath at the pain her stomach.

Fitheach Eun pulls out her small silver bowl and pours the rest of her water into it; gazing into it deeply.

Fitheach Heals Saphira

Fitheach Eun: Concentrating on her breathing,  she stares into the water calling to the water spirits to come to Saphira's aid.

Saphira Mistwalker tries to slow her breathing and reach within herself to aid Fit's healing.

Fitheach Eun: "Undines and naiads of the water, aid my healing, carry this poison away and heal my friend."

Fitheach Eun matches her breathing to Saphira's and continues to call " spirits of the water, lend me your power wash away this poison with your streams."

Saphira Mistwalker feels the burning in her blood start to lessen.

Fitheach Eun: The water in the bowl swirls and begins to glow greenish and mist heavily.

Fitheach Eun: The mist rises and glides about Saphira swirling around here.

Saphira Mistwalker moans softly as she rallies from the healing mists.

Fitheach Eun feels her strength ebbing away with the mist and breathes deeply trying to hold concentration.

Fitheach Eun: Slowly the mist dissolves.

Saphira Mistwalker looks up at Fit, "I think it is working. My pain is less"

Fitheach Eun: "We should get you to the infirmary and try some potions to finish the job."

Saphira Mistwalker nods. "I'm afraid I am too weak to fly, you will have to help me get there."

Fitheach Eun pulls out another bandage and wraps it around Saphira's cut arm.

Fitheach Eun: "Let me call some elven guards with a stretcher?"

Saphira Mistwalker smiles through the pain, "It was a good thing you were near by."

Saphira Mistwalker nods. "Aye, that would be best."

Fitheach Eun: "It was just luck I was passing, but I am glad I heard you. I will be right back"

Saphira Mistwalker nods and tries to rest.

Fitheach Eun runs outside and calls to the nearest guard. : "Vedui, please bring another guard and a stretcher; the ambassador is injured. "

Fitheach Eun helps Saphira into the bed carefully: " How do you feel?"

Saphira Mistwalker takes a shuddering breath. "Better, at least my insides are not burning. But I feel so weak."

Fitheach Eun feels Sahira's forehead and notices the cut on her cheek; " Let me clean this one, too."

Saphira Mistwalker nods. "The Drow was so cruel, he enjoyed hurting me, just for sport."

In the Infirmary

Fitheach Eun washes the cut with yarrow antiseptic and cover it with more drawing salve. "This will pull out any remaining poison."

Fitheach Eun: "Yes, I can easily believe that; my own experience with Drow has not been pleasant. They are evil creatures."

Saphira Mistwalker smiles. "Thank you Lady Fitheach."

Saphira Mistwalker: "Please, make sure Aran Jaekob knows about the Drow. He must prepare, and prepare the lands."

Fitheach Eun: "I will find him and warn him, but you need to rest now; let me make you some willowbark tea for the pain."

Saphira Mistwalker pulls in a deep breath, the first she has managed since the Drow slashed her. "Mmm, aye. I think rest is all I can manage right now."

The Drow and the Dragon

Saphira Mistwalker wings over the Shadow Lands, looking for the cavern entrance. Aran Jaekob asked her to scout for a particular Drowess. Saphira did not tell him her elders warned her that high Drow, being of shadow themselves, would probably detect her even if she covers herself with shadow. Being young and brash like she is, and convinced of her own abilities after the battle with Windy's spiders, Saphira has become overconfident.

Saphira Enters the Underdark

Ilmryn Xyltyn passes through the narrow corridor leading down to the bowels of the Underdark. His hand nervously fingers at his dagger. He had just left Arianna and she had been vile and insolent to him, accusing him of cowardly actions and failure.

Saphira Mistwalker wraps herself with shadow and slips past the spiders and guards outside the cavern entrance and slipping through gaps in the gate, enters the Underdark. Vast columns and crystalline flows impress her with their dark beauty. Were her mission not so urgent and the possibilities so dire, she would take time to appreciate the play of dim light and shadow here. She proceeds cautiously afoot through twisting tunnels and great chambers, seeking drow dwellings. She passes unseen past more giant spiders, a smile on her hidden face when she sees she is undetected.

Saphira Mistwalker finds a Drow in her path.

Dragon and Drow Meet

Saphira Mistwalker drops her shadows and nods formally. "Vendui' Jabbuk. I seek Lady Arianna Shadowdew. Do you know where I might find her?"

Ilmryn Xyltyn: As the Drow  turns the last corner of the corridor that leads further downward his senses sharpen and she appears before him. "Dos zhal'la naut inbal doer ghil Jabress [ You should not be here Jabress," he says with a snarl, licking his tongue over his teeth.

Saphira Mistwalker hisses back and replies, "I have urgent business with her alone. I ask you again, where may I find her?"

Ilmryn Xyltyn: "Urgent? How Urgent?" he asks closing the distance moving around her in a circular motion. As he rounds near her back, he leans in, his lips near her ear, his breath hot and his voice gutteral as the sounds come out low and deep. He whispers low as if to still his words from being overheard, "Usstan tlun zhaunus l'Ilythiirei uriu nau ssinssrin ulu telanth xuil dos, Jabress." [I am sure the Drowess has no desire to speak with you, Jabress]. Then he leans out from her and continues to circle her, his face impassive save a slight smirk of the lips.

The Drow Threatens the Dragon

Saphira Mistwalker frowns, quickly losing her patience. She takes a deep breath, for she is about to reveal more than she has told anyone in the River Lands. But, she must establish her status. "I am called Saphira Mistwalker, Princess of the Shadow Dragon Clan and chosen envoy from my people to the River Lands."

Saphira Mistwalker knows drow value directness, continues, "I am here by request of Aran Jaekob Faolan. We know Jabress Arianna has an item of his in her possession, and I am here seeking terms for its return."

Ilmryn Xyltyn moves toward her, his fingers itching to grasp his dagger. He closes the distance until he is but a couple of feet from her and growls, "You can tell your weak King that we have nothing of his. Tell him to prepare.......and in an instant his dagger is out and the sharp tip is trailing down her cheek. "Do YOU understand?"

Saphira Mistwalker glares with draconic anger and hisses, drawing her daggers and brandishing them before her.

Saphira Mistwalker: "Do not think to touch me Jabbuk."

Ilmryn Xyltyn smirks as her daggers are pulled and pushes the tip of his dagger into her cheek, drawing a bit of blood, "Do NOT test me, Jabress? I am in the mood for blood today and a Dragon will do quite well."

Saphira Mistwalker growls deep in her throat, and knocks the dagger aside with hers. She feels a fiery itch from the slight wound.

Ilmryn Xyltyn growls, low and gutteral as in a quick movement he tries to retrieve his own dagger.

Saphira Mistwalker tries to back up, out of range, but stumbles slightly on the uneven footing.

Ilmryn Xyltyn reaches for his dagger and moves toward her quickly, as she is unbalanced. A hand digs into her hair jerking her back against him, exposing her throat and pressing his dagger hard against her skin, "Shall I kill you now Jabress," he growls. "Is it a good day to die?"

Saphira Mistwalker panics and pulls back from the dagger, trying to slash at the drow with her own. She succeeds in getting a deep and painful slash across her arm, almost making her drop the dagger.

Ilmryn Xyltyn's nostrils flare at the smell of blood as he presses the dagger harder against her flesh. "I think it is time, Jabress. But, you will not die this day. You will take a message to the weakling King and tell him we .... are.... coming... for him."

Saphira Mistwalker she spins rapidly, pulling away from the drow. Her head whirls with the movement. There must be poison on his daggers. Because of her dragon blood, she may not die from the poison, but with her weakening condition she may be slain outright.

Saphira Mistwalker backs away from the attack, her eyes darting here and there, looking for an escape. She does not trust the drow not to slay her where she stands.

Ilmryn Xyltyn growls as she maneuvers away from him and reaching for her with a jerk of his free hand, he pulls her close. The hand holding the dagger moves slowly down and behind him. In a heartbeat, his dagger pushes through the air and takes its mark, blood flowing from the deep wounds in her stomach.

Saphira Mistwalker hisses with pain and using all her strength, she takes flight, rising over the cavern floor and gliding for the exit tunnel. Her body weakens with each wing beat, causing her to careen off walls and spin wildly.

Saphira Mistwalker descends back to the cavern entrance and reaches outside air, sailing to the edge of the Shadow Lands where she finally tumbles to the ground.

Ilmryn Xyltyn watches her go, her blood dripping from his dagger. He slowly raises it to his lips and runs his tongue along the blade. He turns to move back up the corridor to report to the Drowess.

Saphira Mistwalker gasps, her every breath agony because of her exertion and the deep wound in her side. Her magic is too weak to assume her full dragon form. She tries to take flight again, but the first sweep of her wings causes searing pain. "I can not," she hisses out. She stumbles towards the bridge, her side burning and her hands and arms knotted with pain from numerous cuts. When she reaches the River Lands she looks up to see the sign she posted days before on the bridge and hisses with more frustration, "How can I protect anyone here, when I can not even stand against one drow?"

Saphira Mistwalker finally reaches her cave, after a long and wearying walk. Her self control failing, she fades in and out of shadow. She can barely muster enough of her magic to lower her cave door. "Ohhhh," she moans and stumbles forward, unable to even raise her door again. She unclenches her hands and her daggers drop with a loud ringing. She curls up in agony on her hoard, hissing with pain and licking her wounded arms.

Winter Encounters a Bear

"It is good to be home, is it not Bear?" Winter Silversmith said as he looked down at his faithful German shepherd named Bear.

"Wrooff" came Bear's reply with a slight nod of his head.

"Our sheep are still here, a good sign of how safe it is in these lands". Winter barely spoke the last word when a deep growl came from the tree near the waterfall.

Bear leapt forward pointing toward the tree barking and baring his teeth.

The branches rustled and then parted to reveal the bulk of a rather large and hungry looking grizzly bear.

Winter Encounters a Bear

Bear, the dog, continued barking wildly.

"Stop that Bear, you frighten him". Winter motioned with his hand and the Shepherd laid down while continuing to eye the beast. "Bear meet Bear", Winter said introducing dog to beast.

Winter stood facing the beast and spoke a few words from the world before the Age of Men. The beast seemed to recognize the old words and stopped its approach. Bear, the dog, let out a single bark as if to participate in the exchange. Winter glanced sternly at Bear and put his head down on his paws.

The beast continued to stand and look at Winter.

"Is the fishing not good this morn beast?, Winter said, "You must be hungry".

Winter reached into his sack and pulled out a fresh trout wrapped in cloth. He smiled at the beast "Now, if I give you this you must leave my sheep alone. Agreed?" The beast sneezed and nosed down with his snout in agreement.

Winter tossed the fish at the bears' front paws. The beast leaned down and grabbed the fish between its paws and bit into it with razor sharp fangs.

The beast picked up the fish, turned and disappeared behind the waterfalls.

"You are still young Bear" Winter said to his dog. "You will learn to be kind to our forest friends."

"It is good to be home", Winter said.

Rusty Dagger Quest has gone live

And in the River Lands, a new dawn approaches and the advent of usable Unity weapons is upon us. No, there will be no huge selection of fine weapons on a wall for you to select from and pay real money for. Rather, your weapons will be earned through Questing. This will only serve to make our roleplay community more immersive through the use of quests. And, also, this is another avenue which will give the player an IC challenge when things are quiet in the lands.

The first such quest, the Rusty Dagger Quest, a Level One Quest, has gone live. It's simple! Scour the lands for the ingredients - iron ore (rare: silver ore), wood (rare: ironwood)  and coal (rare: diamond). These three items are specially designed nodes and when used will give the player a chance to fail, to find the necessary ingredient or even to find a rare item which can be used in future Quests.

Please note that these three items have become bartering items for the populace. You have a piece of wood and another player doesn't. He or she might pay a fine price for such an item. You have time to make the weapons and someone else doesn't. Bring the already made weapons to Market Day on Thursdays and they might just sell for a handsome price. Or simply barter them on the streets or in shady alleys.(All money exchange is in realm currency, not real money.)

Once you have the three items, go to the forge in Cheshire and use the crafting station to create your - Rusty Dagger. Please note, all weapons will have the proper stats for dagger, sword, staff, etc, regardless of appearance. The only variant will be its appearance. There will be future quests which will provide other weapons and the opportunity to upgrade to a finer looking weapon.

Huzzah and thanks to our friend, Korlynn Vie, for this and future upcoming adventures in the River Lands Medieval Fantasy Roleplay Community.

Rusty Dagger Quest

Items Needed:

10 iron ore
3 coal
5 wood
a forge (the Rusty Dagger Crafting Station is located at the Smith in Cheshire).

Reward:

a Rusty Dagger, a Unity weapon with full dagger stats, that is interactive with our Unity System. Use your Rusty Dagger to collect meat at the various farms or fight your foes.

Once drawn, you must be in mouselook.  Holding the left mouse button down prepares a swing and moving left or right will swing.

Be aware that each swing, hit or miss will begin to drain your stamina, and the weapon will eventually break also with successful contact on a target.. so if you fight, fight wisely.

Evienne searches for sunshine amidst the gloom

Evienne DuLac stretches lazily and flutters her radiant wings, a loud yawn escaping her voluptuous lips as she gazes lethargically around her Otherworld sanctuary. She waves her hand impassively at her Fae handmaids who rush to her side, awaiting her wishes...
Evienne DuLac shares a faint smile, her lyrical voice filling the cavern, "Away with you, my dears... I want for nothing at present...," she shakes her blonde locks and lets out a weary sigh, murmuring under her breath, "...except for a little amusement perhaps!"

Evienne DuLac suddenly takes flight, her desire for diversion of any nature sparking her interest once again in the citizens of these Lands after a long pause.

Evienne DuLac muses as she floats through the water before bursting with a graceful pirouette through the surface and skimming along the shallow edge, her dainty toes slipping into the cool liquid now and again.
"I wonder what the Elven King is up to these days?"
Evienne DuLac takes a higher path and flies among the trees and towards the mountains surrounding Calenhad, the sanctum of the Elves of the River Lands. She skirts the cottage where the Druid lives with his gentle human companion, her nose wrinkling as she considers the young woman who she has often witnessed bring the snooty Elf to laughter. She seemed to have the rare gift of scratching the aloof exterior and exposing a more playful and carefree Elven King.
Evienne DuLac changes course as she sees no sign of movement at the cottage, aside from the various canines and sleepy feline that share the home of the pair.
"Well, I doubt the girl would provide me with much entertainment anyway, but the Elf has a certain awkward charm...", she grins in a self-satisfied manner, "...at least where I am concerned!"

Evienne DuLac reaches the plateau on which Calenhad thrones, admiring the grand refinement of it's buildings and immediately seeking out the tumbling waterfall, the spray of the falling shower energising her and making her giggle as it tickles her neck and shoulders.
She twists lithely as she hears the elven tongue and watches from afar as the Druid formally takes his leave from his kinspeople.
Evienne DuLac narrows her eyes as she watches the Elf cross the open area and head towards the steep stairs leading to the forest and his home. His gait is spiritless and his shoulders slumped and she has to restrain herself from moving nearer to observe his countenance at close range. She arches her eyebrows, her voice unconcerned, yet clearly impatient, "hmmpf, could the surge of Darkness exuding those Shadow Lands be the cause of his chagrin," she wonders aloud as she floats behind him noiselessly, "...I doubt a tiff with his mate would call for a full Elven Council meeting!". The dazzling Fae laughs gaily at the thought, but boring quickly decides to leave the Druid to his cares and continue her search for more promising sport elsewhere. 

Soaring above the Lands she notices numerous Rangers patrolling and what seems to be all of the Hobbits of the Shire busily bringing in crops, their excited chatter confirming her deduction about the Shadow Lands and the nervousness the unknown activity from there causes the folks who call these parts their home.

Evienne DuLac exhales irritably, her thoughts icy, "Soon I will have no recourse but to seek out those pesky Naiads and participate in their dancing for my pleasure!"

As she makes the decision to return to her refuge and take a nap, weary of the gloomy atmosphere dampening the Lands, she rounds a corner and suddenly comes across the creature called Smeagol crossing the rocks with extreme caution between his ruined sanctuary and the shadowed entrance to the doomed Land. 
The Fish she once "repaired" for him held tightly in his fist.
Evienne DuLac pauses in mid-flight, hovering behind the slowly ambling creature, an uncomfortable feeling of pity overcoming her and completely against her nature, she uses her magic to whisper a message of warning, sending it on the breeze towards the crouched figure.
"Beware, wee being, turn back and avoid this place in future for your safety."

Evienne DuLac shifts uneasily, deliberates and mutters in a sulky voice, "Fae, you get yourself home now... your thirst for merriment has bought you no joy today and you deteriorate into mimicking a sentimental mortal", she sighs extravagantly, "may the Deities help us!"