After inspecting the dark flowers, Daza discovers that the dark flowers have claimed yet more victims. Linwe and Ghason as well as Tal have been added to the list. But most disturbing of all has been Olwe, high king of the Teleri. As he inspects the flowers and the sign that was posted near them, he feels their power bite into him. And yet the ring on his left hand glows and protects him from their enchantments and voices. A discussion ensues about how to be rid of the Nightmare's tears and several alternatives are bantered about.
Rhianne Daffyd: “So, unlikely any of our native species?”
Malakyte Thorne sighs and yawns wearily. “I should prepare another wall?”
Daza Mistwalker breathes deeply, thinking intently. "It will come at GREAT cost...the cure to rid them?”
Rhianne Daffyd: “It already has Daza.... and we faced it at the cleansing? And we will face it again.”
Daza Mistwalker: “That was just to cure us who were affected...the flowers themselves.......? I fear they feed on the Hoon itself.” Rhianne Daffyd chills at this thought
Malakyte Thorne blinks. “ This would not be a good thing.”
Yilix Nyn: “What leads you to that conclusion, Daza?”
Rhianne Daffyd: “Has the hoon been in its present location all along or was it brought here?
Yilix Nyn: “And which hoon?”
Daza Mistwalker sighs. "I know the cost they extract for a simple cure. To be rid of them would cost no less, and they are bound to the essence of the land they inhabit and draw their strength from an unseen portal of majik?” Daza Mistwalker waves tiredly. "I have been with these accursed things since they appeared in Lomendor.”
Malakyte Thorne: “Indeed, Daza.”
Rhianne Daffyd: “I must head to Vana now. Fair winds.” Malakyte Thorne nods to Rhianna. Daza Mistwalker waves to Rhianne as she departs.
Juniper Roxley: “Fair skies Rhianne.”
Malakyte Thorne yawns. “Perhaps we should discuss the flowers at the tavern, a place to relax?” Juniper Roxley watches the sun glint off the ice hanging from the trees. “Yes, and dance?
Yilix Nyn: “Sounds like a refreshing idea, Mala.”
Daza Mistwalker looks up at the early morning sky and furrows his brow. Malakyte Thorne nods but looks at Daza. “What is it?” Malakyte asks.
Daza Mistwalker: “EEhh.....I will meet you there if you don't mind...I have something to check out first.”
Juniper Roxley looks to Daza, hoping he's not going to get himself into trouble.”
Malakyte Thorne nods to Daza. “As you wish.”
Juniper Roxley: “Do you need an escort, Daza, to keep you out of trouble?”
Malakyte Thorne, knowing she can do nothing about the flowers, takes flight. Daza Mistwalker half mumbles to himself. "I need to check something at the observatory. Perhaps it is nothing."
Yilix Nyn: “Still a better warning here might be in order, especially for travelers not familiar?”
Juniper Roxley eyes Daza curiously.
SnowBlind Infinity: “Perhaps. I have learned that the sign only draws more victims, so that is no good.”
Daza Mistwalker: “Hopefully it's nothing.”
SnowBlind Infinity: “See you all soon.”
MelonyStargazer Resident nudges yilix. “What’s going on?” she whispered.
Yilix Nyn: “Maybe a fence then, Snow?”
Daza Mistwalker becomes more distracted and draws forth his portal. Juniper Roxley watches Snow fly off. Daza Mistwalker waves. "Be well, all!"
Daza departs through his portal and reappears in the plaza and quickly runs up the steps toward the highest of towers in the realm. He had suspected as much but tried to ignore it. However as his elven feet carried him up the steps, he could feel the sweat forming on his brow. It was more than exertion: it was anxiety from what he saw in the early morning sky...or failed to see.
Like all mages, Daza was a student of all disciplines scientific, historic and magical. And he had a special interest in one particular star in the sky as the scrolls indicated that he should best follow it toward Alqualonde when the time came for him to go there. He figured he would do the calculations, fix his portal to that star in time and space, and he would arrive with no problems.
But as he looked up into the clear sky, the star was gone.
He flew up the stars until he finally reached the top to the telescope, probably one of the best kept secrets and most stunning of Sylvhara's scientific treasures. He peered through the lens. He grimaced and blinked before cranking the crank to turn the telescope to a given location, based on new calculations. Again he peered. All through the night and day, he worked the telescope's focus and cranked furiously.
The morning star, the one of the elven legends of Vingilot and the keeper of the last of the Silmarils....it simply was not there. Daza is stunned with disbelief. He scribbles more calculations and peers and cranks the levers, turning the telescope and elevating and lowering it. But he knows where the star is supposed to be, yet it is not there. As the light grows into day, after working through an entire night and again during the morning, he sighs and drops the parchment and quill. It simply is not there. Gone. He finally and wearily stands and picks up the scroll and quill and begins new calculations. He will simply go ahead and try to portal, based on the last known good location of the star. He can always portal back if he is mistaken. What could go wrong?
> Next Sylvhara > Next Morning Star
Rhianne Daffyd: “So, unlikely any of our native species?”
Malakyte Thorne sighs and yawns wearily. “I should prepare another wall?”
Daza Mistwalker breathes deeply, thinking intently. "It will come at GREAT cost...the cure to rid them?”
Rhianne Daffyd: “It already has Daza.... and we faced it at the cleansing? And we will face it again.”
Daza Mistwalker: “That was just to cure us who were affected...the flowers themselves.......? I fear they feed on the Hoon itself.” Rhianne Daffyd chills at this thought
Malakyte Thorne blinks. “ This would not be a good thing.”
Yilix Nyn: “What leads you to that conclusion, Daza?”
Rhianne Daffyd: “Has the hoon been in its present location all along or was it brought here?
Yilix Nyn: “And which hoon?”
Daza Mistwalker sighs. "I know the cost they extract for a simple cure. To be rid of them would cost no less, and they are bound to the essence of the land they inhabit and draw their strength from an unseen portal of majik?” Daza Mistwalker waves tiredly. "I have been with these accursed things since they appeared in Lomendor.”
Malakyte Thorne: “Indeed, Daza.”
Rhianne Daffyd: “I must head to Vana now. Fair winds.” Malakyte Thorne nods to Rhianna. Daza Mistwalker waves to Rhianne as she departs.
Juniper Roxley: “Fair skies Rhianne.”
Malakyte Thorne yawns. “Perhaps we should discuss the flowers at the tavern, a place to relax?” Juniper Roxley watches the sun glint off the ice hanging from the trees. “Yes, and dance?
Yilix Nyn: “Sounds like a refreshing idea, Mala.”
Daza Mistwalker looks up at the early morning sky and furrows his brow. Malakyte Thorne nods but looks at Daza. “What is it?” Malakyte asks.
Daza Mistwalker: “EEhh.....I will meet you there if you don't mind...I have something to check out first.”
Juniper Roxley looks to Daza, hoping he's not going to get himself into trouble.”
Malakyte Thorne nods to Daza. “As you wish.”
Juniper Roxley: “Do you need an escort, Daza, to keep you out of trouble?”
Malakyte Thorne, knowing she can do nothing about the flowers, takes flight. Daza Mistwalker half mumbles to himself. "I need to check something at the observatory. Perhaps it is nothing."
Yilix Nyn: “Still a better warning here might be in order, especially for travelers not familiar?”
Juniper Roxley eyes Daza curiously.
SnowBlind Infinity: “Perhaps. I have learned that the sign only draws more victims, so that is no good.”
Daza Mistwalker: “Hopefully it's nothing.”
SnowBlind Infinity: “See you all soon.”
MelonyStargazer Resident nudges yilix. “What’s going on?” she whispered.
Yilix Nyn: “Maybe a fence then, Snow?”
Daza Mistwalker becomes more distracted and draws forth his portal. Juniper Roxley watches Snow fly off. Daza Mistwalker waves. "Be well, all!"
Daza departs through his portal and reappears in the plaza and quickly runs up the steps toward the highest of towers in the realm. He had suspected as much but tried to ignore it. However as his elven feet carried him up the steps, he could feel the sweat forming on his brow. It was more than exertion: it was anxiety from what he saw in the early morning sky...or failed to see.
Like all mages, Daza was a student of all disciplines scientific, historic and magical. And he had a special interest in one particular star in the sky as the scrolls indicated that he should best follow it toward Alqualonde when the time came for him to go there. He figured he would do the calculations, fix his portal to that star in time and space, and he would arrive with no problems.
But as he looked up into the clear sky, the star was gone.
He flew up the stars until he finally reached the top to the telescope, probably one of the best kept secrets and most stunning of Sylvhara's scientific treasures. He peered through the lens. He grimaced and blinked before cranking the crank to turn the telescope to a given location, based on new calculations. Again he peered. All through the night and day, he worked the telescope's focus and cranked furiously.
The morning star, the one of the elven legends of Vingilot and the keeper of the last of the Silmarils....it simply was not there. Daza is stunned with disbelief. He scribbles more calculations and peers and cranks the levers, turning the telescope and elevating and lowering it. But he knows where the star is supposed to be, yet it is not there. As the light grows into day, after working through an entire night and again during the morning, he sighs and drops the parchment and quill. It simply is not there. Gone. He finally and wearily stands and picks up the scroll and quill and begins new calculations. He will simply go ahead and try to portal, based on the last known good location of the star. He can always portal back if he is mistaken. What could go wrong?
> Next Sylvhara > Next Morning Star