Near the Crossroads



  • Nods to all as they roam up and looks back to Sy'wyn a moment.

    Father, will you be enough to secure the area while Ronan and Caramella work? Or do you require more?

    Aelthas then glances at Mooncandy and walks up to her, leaning down to whisper quietly.



  • A non elegant dwarf aprouches everyone, panting under his helmet, indicating he was in a hurry to get there

    • Aye he says before drinking a botle of ale. Now dat oi have ma breath agin, oi'm ere in full dwarven awesomeness.

    chuckling, he nods in greeting to everyone, and waits patiently*



  • A missile streaks in from the north west to land in the ground alongside the goblin arrow. Its green fletching quivers from the force of the impact.



  • _::A presence can be felt in the air by those with strong bonds with the Weave. The gathering can hardly go unnoticed at this point, and possibly there are some eyes that while not present, are watching.

    One of the sources is open and strongly benign. If inquired she communicates through whispers to those asking. Otherwise she watches, and hopes that everything will be alright in full trust of that those gathered know what they are doing::_



  • A blonde elf eventually joins the gathering, her standing to the side and gazing north as well. Now and then she looks to Aelthas to see if assistance is needed, but for the most part she stands silently near the woods edge.



  • The small pink-haired halfling Mooncandy joins the others, offering her assistance as needed



  • Ronan approaches the elf on horseback, inclining his head in greeting. Seemingly the white-haired mage is in a serious mood, speaking in elven.

    (e) I am ready to go when you are.



  • Aelthas motions to Ronan and Caramella.

    They will go with you, we will wait here for your sending and prepare the other side. More are yet to show up, but they will be here soon likely.

    He looks back to Maria and the male gnome wizard, giving them a slight nod and then looks off towards the tree line, waiting for something.



  • The empty road suddenly has a cloaked elf on horseback on it. Turning slightly to look around he slides off the horse to the ground, and tossing reigns across the horses neck walks over to the others, tossing a warped arrow down to the ground at Aelthas' feet.

    <e>All I found were goblins. Which are my two? Looking over to the others.</e>


  • The Halfling Defence League

    A large red hawk lands on the ground nearby, which quickly shifts into a small, purple-clad elf who simply smiles, and takes her place with the others while leaning on an old, gnarled staff.



  • After quite some time yet, an ice mephit with a long-suffering, eternally stoic expression turns up, sighs quietly and addresses the party:

    "The Mistress Caramella shall be with you momentarily. There was a small.. confusion regarding location, ahem."

    The mephit bends his head stiffly and flies off, returning soon thereafter with a flustered gnome in bright green, towering hat wobbling to and fro as she hurries to the meeting spot.



  • Walking quietly leaning her weight on the staff she walks from the south. With her red robes and a large panther near her, María approaches the others as the wind waves her also red cloak. A small smile on her face, she waves her hand to the gathered as Kitty yawns broadly and imitates her waving his paw.
    She pets the panther gently and sits on the nearest rock to wait for whoever is missing yet



  • An armoured figure resplendent in blue and gold plates, with a white gold surcoat approaches the temple of Kelemvor, a standard gently catches the breeze its emblazoned heraldry glimmering.

    Reining in his large mount, he greets those gathered near the shrine.



  • A hooded gnomish figure with a wizard's staff approaches from the south. The gnome greets Aelthas and Ronan. He pats a small pouch at his side and indicates he is ready. He asks if everyone else is.



  • _Some time later, the white-haired mage Ronan approaches from the north along the "safe" path that Aelthas is facing. There are a few obvious wards cast upon him, the ones he usually casts on lone journeys.

    He walks toward the pink warrior, stopping next to him. A few words of greeting are exchanged and perhaps casual conversation. Ronan is seen leaning absently against his now blue gemmed staff as the two of them wait for something._