04-03-2017, 01:25 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-03-2017, 01:30 PM by DM Surranó.)
Cranberry gracefully ignores Giant while sending a penetrating gaze at Portho. Finally she replies in common.
"You remind me of a treant called Bregalad. Yet, he was allowed into the Council of Treants so you, too, deserve a chance. Will see if our matron agrees. Follow."
Once again, the party is led through twisting paths amongst thorn bushes and poison ivy and other pleasantries until finally Cranberry stops in a small clearing, centered by one magnificient oak. Toot thinks it must be four centuries old, at least.
"Wait." Cranberry says, and when Myshnue attempts to follow, she adds, "You too."
Walking closer, she appears as if she scratched the oak's bark, or maybe rapped some rhythm on it, then simply stepped inside the enormous tree trunk.
With Merri's familiar returned, the party can listen birds chirping abovehead.
After a few minutes, Myshnue scurries around the edge of the clearing, looking for some food in the grass, apparently bored. Then returns to Merri.
"You said something about food?"
OOC - this tempo may look a bit pushy but feel free to add tidbits here and there, just as Shanna, Toot and Portho did some retroactive chat. If possible, please mark these "revisits" with some prefix like [SHORE], [CRANBERRY], or [CLEARING].
"You remind me of a treant called Bregalad. Yet, he was allowed into the Council of Treants so you, too, deserve a chance. Will see if our matron agrees. Follow."
Once again, the party is led through twisting paths amongst thorn bushes and poison ivy and other pleasantries until finally Cranberry stops in a small clearing, centered by one magnificient oak. Toot thinks it must be four centuries old, at least.
"Wait." Cranberry says, and when Myshnue attempts to follow, she adds, "You too."
Walking closer, she appears as if she scratched the oak's bark, or maybe rapped some rhythm on it, then simply stepped inside the enormous tree trunk.
With Merri's familiar returned, the party can listen birds chirping abovehead.
After a few minutes, Myshnue scurries around the edge of the clearing, looking for some food in the grass, apparently bored. Then returns to Merri.
"You said something about food?"
OOC - this tempo may look a bit pushy but feel free to add tidbits here and there, just as Shanna, Toot and Portho did some retroactive chat. If possible, please mark these "revisits" with some prefix like [SHORE], [CRANBERRY], or [CLEARING].
