01-29-2015, 03:05 PM
'The best companion of all is he. Loyal, yet independent!' she says. The characters try hard swallowing politely. Aletheia continues: 'ihe plague which in upon this land is spread not by rats' She raises her arms above her head once more and conjures another vision. It is a swirling doud of huge black hornets. The vision disappears, and she speaks again. These parasites can steal a man's spiril with their stings, banishingit to the Abyss and leaving his body a slave, to evil. And what warrior can light off foes so liny?' She pauses, as if deep in thought, then begins to create another vision.
There is one way ihey can be kept at bay for some time. The naturally dried leaves of the Jheera tree may be burnt to produce a fragrant smoke that is fatal to these soul-stealers. A young Theera grows in the forest."
Bui as Ihe vision forms, her lace drops and she lets out a gasp of surprise. A pile of loose soil marks the spot where a tree has been uprooted. Aletheia is despondent and her face is turning into an horror mask.
The characters remember the troll that they saw carrying a sapling by the hanks of the river. Maybe it's the one?
They describe the tree to her, and she confirms that it is indeed the Jbeera.
'You must go at once and rescue the leaves!' she says. '1 control the paths of the shifting forest: follow the trail and you will reach the river. When you have the leaves, the path will lead you safely back to the glade where you left your horses. Give them the time to dry naturally before burning them to protect you from the swarm, otherwise they won't be effective! Be sure you never return to this place: 1 will not be so welcoming a second time as I'm here seeking peace and concentration!'
Minutes later, the characters reach the river at the spot where they saw the Iroll. It's not difficult to spot his clumsy footprints in the soft mud and to follow them into the forest. A little way in, they come upon him crouching by a large hole in the ground, vainly trying to poke the sapling into it.
There is one way ihey can be kept at bay for some time. The naturally dried leaves of the Jheera tree may be burnt to produce a fragrant smoke that is fatal to these soul-stealers. A young Theera grows in the forest."
Bui as Ihe vision forms, her lace drops and she lets out a gasp of surprise. A pile of loose soil marks the spot where a tree has been uprooted. Aletheia is despondent and her face is turning into an horror mask.
The characters remember the troll that they saw carrying a sapling by the hanks of the river. Maybe it's the one?
They describe the tree to her, and she confirms that it is indeed the Jbeera.
'You must go at once and rescue the leaves!' she says. '1 control the paths of the shifting forest: follow the trail and you will reach the river. When you have the leaves, the path will lead you safely back to the glade where you left your horses. Give them the time to dry naturally before burning them to protect you from the swarm, otherwise they won't be effective! Be sure you never return to this place: 1 will not be so welcoming a second time as I'm here seeking peace and concentration!'
Minutes later, the characters reach the river at the spot where they saw the Iroll. It's not difficult to spot his clumsy footprints in the soft mud and to follow them into the forest. A little way in, they come upon him crouching by a large hole in the ground, vainly trying to poke the sapling into it.
He's a real Nowhere man, sitting in his Nowhere land,
making all his Nowhere plans for Nobody.
making all his Nowhere plans for Nobody.