Location:
Nids End
@Pyromania99
The alcohol was…odd. Not bad, but it was certainly not like the alcohol served in albion. It had a strong floral and slightly…grainy taste to it as though there were little bits of something inside of it. Whatever it was made from was certainly strong and highly concentrated too. She could already feel herself getting a slight buzz from it.
“...I’m fine, Lady Luna. Something about this place just…is uneasy.”
“Ahaha, that’s some pretty strong stuff human. Made with stuff from the forest’s fairy gardens you know. Surprised you’re not just knocked out from smelling it.” The elf laughed. “Well, if you can hold your drink maybe this will be a fortuitous meeting after all.” He’d glance back over to the fight before waving over another elf who gladly poured another mug for Luna.
Lady Sarah had deflected the blow from the Fomorian, seeming none to bothered by her foes impressive strength as she’d unstrap the shield from her back, impaling its pointed end right into the Fomorian’s foot.
He howled in pain as his leg was now firmly locked to the ground, the hefty shield impaling him into the ground. The elf leaped to the top of the shield with impeccable balance, using it as a stepping stone to leap even higher. For a few seconds, Luna’s eyes would lose sight of the elf as the next few actions happened so fast she could not follow but the result was plainly visible. Long slashes were cut into the fomorians neck, though avoiding any fatal blows. The elf herself ended up with her feet on either side of his cyclopean eye, one hand holding onto the side of the creatures head, ripping a handful of flesh from its body as her blade was poised to strike him right in his eye.
“Yield! I Yield!”
“...heh.” The elf, hopping off her foe, landing next to the shield and with a crack, pulling it from the fomorians foot. “You fought well, though your large size is the only ability you have.” The elf would say, the fomorian falling to his knee and gingerly touching his foot.
“You…are not any elf I’ve seen.” The fomorian grunted in reply. “Bwahaha, that was a fun match! I shall keep my promise and tell you what I know of this land.”
“Thank you, stranger.” She’d toss the large man a few thick cloths and some bandages. “Patch yourself up. I’ve a guest.” She’d turn her head towards Luna, briefly eyeing Sucaria but otherwise saying nothing to the servant.
“Hmm…you know, you look somewhat like her. Long blond hair, an incredibly handsome and knightly disposition but your eye color is wrong and your not perpetually scowling.” She’d laugh. “You can call me Sarah.” She’d hold out a hand to Luna. “Just Sarah. Family name isn’t important.”
“That was a fine fight, Sarah! I’m still impressed by your foot work.”
“Aha, well, I had a good teacher.” She’d grin. “Must have been a strange sight seeing a bunch of elves from boats singing, drinking, and having a bit of a fight party by the shore eh?”
Location:
Hjrelskins Fall
@Crimson Paladin
“I was thinking the same.” Elnith nodded. “Have you ever fought Unseelie before, Ethelred? I don’t mean the little pixies that cause mischief either.” She’d ask, sighing as she’d adjust glance towards the forest, narrowing her eyes slightly. “I’ve only fought a few myself, I’m much better suited to fighting Fomorians.”
“I’ve fought one!” Lugh eagerly interjected, following after Elnith. “Sorcha took me hunting once and we ran into it. Big. Really big! It had disguised itself as a tree!”
“If we go into that forest, Ethelred…for all we know we could be surrounded the moment we step in there.” Elnith smiled. “Not that I intend to back down.” And with a firm nod, she’d start walking towards the forest.
The thick forest and canopy cast a long shadow over the ground and the travelers, the shade from the trees keeping the forest much cooler than one would expect for this region of Albion. For the first leg of their search, nothing much was to be found. A few fomorians lurking in the forest, but such things were nothing new. Lugh could easily pick them out from a fair distance away.
As the day dragged on, it looked as though it might be a fruitless search…up until the pair would hear it first. A shout for help. Should they choose to follow it, the trio would come upon quite a sight. Small, green skinned creatures that looked more plant than anything living. Their body was almost entirely smooth and green, small little goblin looking things with overly large hands and three fingers, entirely black eyes and flowers growing from their heads.
They almost could have been mistaken for a small cluster of plants if not for the fact that were busy tormenting an unfortunate traveler from the looks of things. They were muttering something about playing a game and calling the traveler no fun.
They wouldn’t have long to decide what to do here. These things would be pretty simple minded, but viscous from what the three would recall from having seen them around a bit. Something akin to a common Unseelie pest.
Location:
Airedale Forests
@Guy0fV4lor
“Eh? Are you mocking me? Listen here you little-eeep!” The tentacle, was not amused by being attacked. The sword hurtled through the air, embedding itself into the mages creation with a dull thud, cutting deep and clean into it. In response, the tendril did not simply drop the mage. Instead, it would choose to do something else entirely.
It leaned back, and launched the girl right at Elias.
“-eeeep, catch me catch meeee!”
It would follow this action up by slamming its bulk down on the both of them.
Location:
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@VitaVitaAR
“Will you!?” The goddess hopped rather close, shoving her face incredibly close to Fio’s.
“Ahem…sorry…I’d ask you to stay and show me more dreams, but someone told me kidnapping people is bad and I shouldn’t do it any more.” She’d pout a little at that, shaking her head and turning a bit more serious.
“But okay. I can help! It’ll be an interesting dream to see, eheh. I always wondered what a fomorian dreamed about…” The goddess seemed excited at the prospect if nothing else.
“Next time you’re in a dream then, just draw this summon sigil. Or just dream me into existence next to you. There might be two of me then! That'd be fun, ehehe.” An intricate pattern drew itself on the floor under Ithica. A simple straight line, rounded at the end. Under it, was a stylized version of a rabbit curling around it, and at the top, a more monstrous looking one seemingly biting into the rounded end. Strangely, two small, jagged prongs shot off near the top of the pillar almost as if something was missing from this.
“Oh, and remember! This is a dream! You can do whatever you want here. Dance! Sing! Get married to a queen! Slay dragons! Slay evil kings! Adventure! You just…have to ask and I can make you a lovely dream as long as you want. Oh right, the exit.” Ithica smiled.
“I can always give you a spook to wake you up if you need it.”She seemed a bit too eager for that suggestion.
“If you wanna be boring though, here.” Water swirled around her, it slowly solidifying into a grand archway made of white stone.
“Just walk through there. Really though, I can’t keep you here at all…so just remember, if you really need to wake up just…will yourself too like any lucid dream.”
