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THE PARTY (temporarily split up; this is the "land" group):
Alindyar, 9th level drow elf mage (N)
Lyra, 5th level female drow elf mage (LE/N) [pseudo-prisoner]
Halbarad, 8th level human ranger (NG)
Peldor, 10th level human thief (N)
Peyote, 7th/8th level half-elf fighter/druid of Obad-Hai (N)
Date: 12/20/570 C.Y. (Common Year)
Time: early morning
Place: the town of Tragidore, somewhere within Ulek
LXIII. Woodland Creatures
The party is leaving the small town of Tragidore, intending to
enter the forest to the north and find out what has happened to
the men of the town.
Alindyar: Methinks we may get to the bottom of this matter soon
Halbarad: They said the road led about a mile before entering
Peyote: Well, let's follow it, dude! (they do)
The dirt road did indeed lead about a mile northward, before
entering the woods. From there on out, it was basically a
logging trail, quite wide, though the forest grew thicker as
the party moved on.
Peyote: Apparently these logger dudes had _some_ care for the
environment. (touching the ground) They didn't cut down
all the greenery here. Cool.
Peldor: (looking around) What's that noise?
Halbarad: (faces the forest) Someone approaches. (unslings
Alindyar: (prepares to cast a spell if necessary)
Suddenly, two large, hairy forms tromped from the surrounding
forest and toward the adventurers...Their porcine tusks and
slobbering snouts could only mean one thing - wild boars!
Peyote: Aha! Just on time...
Peldor: (draws his sword) Aha! We'll eat well tonight!
Halbarad: Perhaps. Large boars such as these are quite hard
to kill. But then again, what would _you_ know about the
hunting of game?
Peyote: (casts a spell) Hold on, man. (begins grunting)
Alindyar: Not again...
Lyra: What? What is this?
Alindyar: Yonder druid is prone to summon animals to assist
Peyote: (pets the boars' greasy heads) These are...Orville
and Wilbur. My woodly magic has brought them to help us.
Peldor: Great. (sheathes his sword) I still say they're
better for dinner than for combat.
Peyote: They will accompany us for a while. Eat your rations,
The group moved on down the trail. After about two miles,
they reached its end, though. The logging operations had
obviously ended at this point.
Alindyar: Yon forest appears thick. I doubt that even my
enchanted carpet could fly through it.
Halbarad: (regarding the matted forest ahead of the party)
Peyote: No problem. I'll lead us through the woods safely
(leaps into the tangled undergrowth) Coming?
Peldor: (looking around dubiously) I guess so.
Alindyar: (unrolls the carpet) We shall try to fly through.
(lifts Lyra onto the carpet, and then climbs aboard himself)
Halbarad: (glaring at the two drow suspiciously)
Peyote: Come on! What are you waiting for?
They forged ahead, into the progressively thicker woods.
Peyote didn't always seem to be leading them on a straight
course, though Halbarad did what he could to help the half-elf
guide the group through the forest. They continued on for
a few minutes, until a strange sound was heard...
Peldor: What's that "whooshing"?
Peyote: (walks toward the sound) Wow, man.
Halbarad: Hold! What are you doing?
Peyote: I'm walking, what does it look like?
boars: (paw the ground nervously)
Peldor: (eyes the boars hungrily)
Alindyar: (eyes Lyra hungrily)
Peyote: (stops before a huge oak tree and begins whistling
quietly) Tweet tweet.
Halbarad: (pauses) Amazing!
Peldor: Eh? What's that?
Halbarad: He is talking to that tree...
Peldor: How's that?
Halbarad: It is a druidic thing.
Peyote: (turns toward the party)
The large, thick oak tree then _bent down_ to face the party!
Lyra cowered in fear...two small beady eye-like things opened,
as did a large, dark maw, in the tree's trunk.
treant: (in a deep, slow voice) HAVE NO FEAR. I WILL NOT
Alindyar: (comforts Lyra) Shhh.
Peyote: He's a treant, guys. I heard him talking and spoke
back in his own tongue...fortunately, he can speak our
common tongue as well.
Halbarad: (regards Peyote with a sidelong glance) Greetings,
and well-met, noble lord of the forest! We seek anything
unusual or evil in these parts, for men of the nearby town
have been vanishing.
treant: INDEED. SOMETHING EVIL IS GOING ON DEEP WITHIN THE
WOODLANDS NEARBY. (gestures with one large branch-arm that
makes a crackling sound as it moves) I HAVE SEEN A STRANGE
CREATURE, A GOAT-WOMAN, TRAVELING ABOUT. SHE SOMETIMES HAS
A HUMAN MAN ON HER BACK - BUT OTHER TIMES, NOT.
Peyote: What was she?
treant: I KNOW NOT. BUT THE WOOD-BROTHERS HAVE SENSED THE
EVIL NEARBY SINCE THAT TIME WHEN I MYSELF FIRST SAW THIS
Peyote: Well, then, we shall find this goaty babe and see
what she's up to!
treant: MY THANKS FOR YOUR EFFORTS. I MUST REMAIN HERE TO
WATCH OVER THE FLOCK. GOOD LUCK TO YOU ALL.
Peyote: (facing the way the treant pointed) Let's get a
move on. (begins walking) Later, O protector of the
Only a low whistling and rustling could be heard, though.
The party moved on, some of them still mystified by the
brief encounter with the treant.
Peldor: I didn't know trees could talk.
Peyote: Actually, they can _walk_ too, if they want to. A
treant is a very powerful being. It's a good thing that
one of you didn't irritate him, isn't it?
Alindyar: (scribbling in his journal while riding the carpet
with Lyra) Hmm. Fascinating.
Halbarad: Hopefully we shall soon find whatever evil lurks
Lyra: (to Alindyar, in drow) Tell them that the lair of
Zara is nearby.
Alindyar: (to party) Lyra says that the lair of Zara is
nearby. (to Lyra, in drow) Tell me of this Zara.
Peldor: Zara, Lyra, Zara...
Lyra: (in drow) She was one of those I came up with. They
had some plan, but I never learned of it before I fled and
took up with those bandits.
Alindyar: (to party) Zara is an evil person who may be in
charge of something.
Peldor: Gee, thanks.
Alindyar: Of course.
They continued on for a bit, when suddenly Peyote started.
Peyote: (starts) What?!?!?
Halbarad: What? What do you look so amazed for?
Peyote: This area of forest has been well-kept. Look at the
flowers, the trimmed hedges! It can only be one thing.
Peldor: What's that?
female voice: (from somewhere nearby) What are you doing here?
Stand still and close your eyes so I can get a closer look at
boars: (grunt and paw the ground)
Peyote: Stay, tusked ones. (closes his eyes and begins speaking
aloud in a strange, willowy tongue)
Halbarad: What is this?
Peyote: Shh! Close your eyes, or be blinded! (continues to
speak, and the female voice answers him in the same odd tongue)
Halbarad: (reluctantly closes his eyes)
Alindyar: (closes his eyes but also raises the carpet level several
more feet) Hmm.
Lyra: (hugs Alindyar, eyes closed)
Peldor: (thinking bold thoughts, peeks through one closed eyelid
at the approaching female voices - there are two now!) Wow!
The thief saw a dazzling sight; two nearly nude women, who looked
quite human, had entered the clearing. They were definitely the
most beautiful women Peldor had seen in a long, long time. Then
his eyes tingled and his vision blurred...
Peldor: Aaaaah! (rubbing his eyes madly)
nymph#1: I told you to close your eyes. (regards Peldor)
nymph#2: He's a cute one though, isn't he?
Peldor: (leaps forward and opens his eyes) Aha! I was simply
bluffing! No puny magic ensnares the great Peldor's eyes!
...Even if it is cast by two lovely flowers of the flesh such
as you two...
Alindyar: Flowers of the flesh?!?!?
Peldor: I am Peldor, renowned hero, protector of all woodland
beings, especially forest nymphs - Ow! (his ring is tingling
now, as his verbal exploits become greater)
Alindyar: (no longer able to stand this) It is safe to look
now, I assume?
Peldor: Sure! (kisses nymph#2's hand gently) My pleasure.
nymph#1: You may all open your eyes without fear of harm.
Peyote: (does so) I am he who spoke to you first.
nymph#1: Of course.
Peyote: We are here to find evil in this woodland and subsequently
eliminate it, as one might a festering tumor in the heart of-
Peldor: (to nymphs) What he means is, have you seen any evildoers
Alindyar: (to Lyra) Methinks they are looking at one now...ah,
that reminds me. (uncovers his crystal ball, and peers into it
for a glimpse of the sea group)
nymph#1: We shall aid you.
Peldor: Oh, really?
Alindyar: (sees the sea group fighting pirates in a great ship-
to-ship battle in a rapid river) Well, _they_ are certainly
enjoying themselves...(puts the crystal ball away) I hope that
Mongo can swim.
Peldor: (staring at nymph#2)
nymph#2: Until recently, we saw men all the time, in this area.
Peldor: Of course, none were as great of body and deed as Peldor,
Halbarad: Quiet, fool.
nymph#2: (watching Peldor, smiling, thinking romantic thoughts)
nymph#1: But we have not seen any in quite some time.
nymph#2: We did talk for a bit with a dark-skinned woman. She
said she was headed home, to the northwest. We know because
of our magical powers that she told the truth...but yet, she
Peldor: (senses due to his ring that the nymphs are telling the
truth too) Aha! (turns to the others) That's our man! Err,
woman! Let's go and find her! Always first to help a good
cause, that's Peldor! Underestimated by some, unappreciated
nymph#1: Find her? Do you think that _she_ is causing the
Peldor: Naturally. (faces nymph#2) I think that we should
talk more, you and I - in private. (NOTE : Remember that our
favorite thief recently guzzled a philter of persuasiveness
found in an ancient tower - a potion that, unbeknownst to
Peldor, was made to have this effect permanently!!!)
nymph#2: Oh! (Peldor's hand has found its way to her posterior)
Peldor: Shall we talk for a bit?
nymph#2: Yes...(they walk away into the woods)
nymph#1: What is this?!?
Peldor: Let's take a break, guys. We can lunch with these women
and rest our weary feet. (disappears with the nymph)
nymph#1: (fuming) Gah!
Peyote: Calm down. Tell me about this dark-skinned woman.
Alindyar: (off of his carpet, leans closer) Yes. Tell us about
So it was that they all rested for an hour or so. When it was time
to move on, Peldor was nowhere to be found...
Halbarad: Where has that rascal gotten to now?
nymph#1: We can find him, er, them. (wanders into the woods nearby)
Peyote: (shrugs) Okay. (the party follows her a short way into the
They came upon Peldor and the other nymph within a minute or two.
The thief was relaxing on a bed of soft grass, an idiotic grin on
his face. The nymph was busy cooing to him while weaving flowers
into his hair.
Alindyar: My, my. You seem...enchanted, young man.
Peldor: (smiling) Yea...(dreamily gazes into the sky)
Peyote: Flowers, man! You're a flower child now for sure!
Halbarad: Get off of your lazy butt, thief. We must depart.
Peldor: Depart? Leave?
nymph#2: (adds a tulip to Peldor's flowery crown) Hee hee.
Lyra: (in drow, to Alindyar) He is ensorcelled...
Peyote: Wow, man.
Peldor: (grins mindlessly) Time to go?
Alindyar: Verily, the fool seems charmed...
nymph#1: Release the man, sister. He must help his friends now.
nymph#2: Oh, okay. (to Peldor) You must go now. But come back
and see us sometime.
Peldor: Yes, dear. (gets up, still grinning)
Halbarad: (grabs Peldor by the scruff of the neck) Come along, you.
They departed, Peldor still wearing the wreath of flowers and
smiling mindlessly. The nymphs really had no idea what the dark woman
was all about, but they wished the party luck anyway. Peldor remained
loopy for several minutes, then seemed to come around, looking at his
flowers in amazement.
Moving northwest, the party did not have to wait long for the
next encounter. A beautiful young girl was sitting against a
tree trunk, weeping. She turned to face them as they approached.
Halbarad: What is the matter?
Peyote: A damsel in distress!
Peldor: (moves toward the girl) Peldor shall comfort you, young
Alindyar: (frowning as he regards the girl) Wait...
Lyra: (regarding Alindyar) ...?
girl: (takes Peldor's hand and whispers to him) Don't let
them hurt me...protect me... <sob>
Peldor: (fails his save) Don't...let...them...hurt...you.
Alindyar: (sees through an illusion) Beware, thief! That is no
Peldor: (turns around, looking dully) Don't hurt her. (draws
his sword) I won't _let_ you hurt her.
Alindyar: (groans) Not again...
next time: no more little girl; the outpost is found
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NOTES: Time is hard to come by these days...sorry for the long
wait on this one...I still have a 7 page paper to write by Friday
(the cultural meaning of the $1 bill - oh BOY)...
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