Ethereal Bells
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Sil mentions to any former Gali that Cera has been seen in Spellweavers' Keep, and that she has been conducting research on the nature of the gnoll demons, particularly Yeenoghu.
Surely something is at work.
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A gnome sings along to the song as the canine creatures around him fall cold to the ground
I'm a little teapot short and stout!
Here is my handle, here is my… has both hands on his hips as a shaman falls to the ground with earthshaking forceuh oh... I'm a sugarbowl!
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Out of the shadows, a pair of bright red eyes watch the gnolls as they roam free in the camp.
"Not in my rut, y'rotten buggers. We're comin' back fer ya, ah assure ya…"
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A small elven cleric seems to be drawn to the pass , more and more frequently she journeys there to sit and wait and talk to the increasing number of Gali who also seem drawn to gather there by some spiratual calling . She keeps telling people "I am going home , I feel it ". Her friends have noted her increased obsession and are uneasy. When she meets in the company of gali, she talks passionately with them of home and family and her eyes dance with an inner light, alive again. "I am going home " and out the gates of Jiyyd she disappears to follow what ever homing instinct posesses them all.
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A tall lithe man moves silently weaving his way through the spiders and then slipping in among the dogfaces seeming to track the patterns of life there, then pauses at the sound and smiles a little as he tilts his ear and pauses beside a gnoll and whispers to the creature not seeming to care if it understandss
"Sleep light and may your dreams be at peace. for soon your nightmares come and we will be back for what is ours, not all of the oathtakers are gone"
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Tala moves silently through the trees, climbing cliff faces and counting the gnoll forces below. Watching for patterns in their patroling and sentries she makes careful note.
too long have you lived in my home…
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A small female elf listens to the tune as a teenage Romani boy with feral eyes looks to her curiously. She whispers the words of the song to him in elven, pausing as a gnoll lets out its deafening howl below them.
<elven>Song of home…family come back soon...Fadien and Badger be ready...
Half elven ears perk as a lone woman walks among the shadows in the woods. Watching over some boyers as they chop down tree after tree, she wonders what the melody means and if anybody hears it besides her…</elven>
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Moonlight shimmering in an oddly metallic way in her hair Nyda pauses by the small fires that keep hope alive in the entrance to the southern part of the pass and tilts her head with a nod.
"We know Cera. The time is soon. What was free shall be freed again, not all of us have forgotten. I stand ready."
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Somewhere in the mix of demons and gnolls, a lone elf heavily cloaked, and almost shimmering in enchantments, pauses in his hunt long enough to tip his cowled head to the sound.
"e: Retribution shall come…"
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If Belade ever walks close enough to the camp to hear the tune, she smiles, prays to Sune that the dogfaces might get neutered, then walks on.
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The man in the dark, forest green cloak and hood that has been paying visit to the outskirts of the Gypsy Camp on a frequent basis, usually quietly crouched and watching with a deep frown under the shadows over his face, who has been calling himself "Red" or "The King of Hearts," hears the soft tune lilt past, one night. Momentarily, a toothy grin passes his face, and he stands up, turning to where the melody floats away, then flicks his wrist and produces a playing card in his right hand, the Eight of Hearts.
In a gruff, angry voice, in the language of the Gypsies, Romanji, he says, drawing the words out slightly, "The Road back Home will be blazed in blood for this Teapot." Chuckling coarsely, he lowers himself into the concealing brush of the woods and skulks back out, leaving the Eight of Hearts leaned on the base of the trunk of a tree.
"There will be Retribution for every Teapot spilt . . . "
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Star listens with an odd smile and pauses whenever the tune starts.
