Editing Midnight RPG - Chapter 9.03 (section)

== Kevin ==
''the BLACK CYPRESS''  it's bones made of branches, it's body the core of the tree - the broken tree herder cracks and bends to the Elfkind making the forest feel so very very small...  
<br> <br>  '''ROLL:'''   Eranon (Fortitude Save +4)  ROLLED:  12+4 =   16   <br> Eranon pushes back the morning's breakfast as his stomach turns with the smell of rotten limb and leaf as a maw in the trunk of the tree opens to speak...  

'''''"THEY DO NOT BARE BOND OF ANCIENT KINSHIP!'''''  <br> '''''THEY DO NOT HOLD THE SACRED METAL!''''' <br> '''''THEY DO NOT WALK LIGHT ON EREDANE.''''' <br> '''''THEY ARE NOT OF ELVEN KIN, KITH OR KIND.''''' <br> '''''THEY SHALL BREAK AS THE HUMANS LUMBER US INTO COTTAGES!  THEY SHALL REND AS THE ORCS TEAR MY BROTHERS LIMB FROM LIMB!  WHY DO YOU SPEAK FOR THEM?  THEY DO NOT SPEND THOUGHT ON YOUR KIND.  MANKIND AND ORC LEGION HAVE NARY A THOUGHT FOR FOREST-FOLK.  EVEN IN DEATH IT IS THE ELF-KIN IN THE BLACK-NAIL THAT HAS ALLOWED US TO SWAY IN THE WIND.''''' <br> '''''WHAT... LITTLE ELF-KIND HAS MAN DONE TO GATHER YOUR WORD?  WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO STAY OUR BRANCHES??"''''' <br>  the voice of the Black Cypress drones on for moments allowing Eranon to position himself as necessary for attack or defense.  The sounds eminating from the trees seem to be a dark song that does not effect your elf ears.  <br> <br> [No. Eranon is not pinned. He is free to move.  The trees do surround you looming over you having grabbed your falling companions. But if necessary Eranon could tumble out of their reach.  There is more open swamp to your back but your friends now hang some 25' above you, held aloft together by the four other death shrouded Tree Herders.] 


and as the Cypress drones on Eranon can hear the others rumbling voices seeming to speak lower to one another...  

''the TWISTED SYCAMORE''  

'''''" YES... WHY DOES THE ELFLING TRUST THEM?!!"''''' 

''the HUGE ELM''  

'''''"IS IT TRULY ELF-KIN WHICH STANDS BEFORE US OR A DIRE-SERPENT ILLUSION??"''''' 

''the DARK GROVED COTTONWOOD''  

'''''"PERHAPS IT DOESN'T TRUST, PERHAPS IT HAS NOT A CHOICE, PERHAPS IT IS BEING FORCED"''''' 

''the GRAY-SHADOWED ASH''  

'''''"THE WILL OF THE FOREST DIED WITH US, IT COULD BE THAT ARADIL HAS ABANDONNED HER POST AND THE LONG EARS HAVE BECOME ORC MEAT WITH OUR FORGOTTEN BROTHERS ON THE BURNING LINE..."''''' 

''the DARK GROVED COTTONWOOD''  

'''''"PERHAPS IT CAN BE QUESTIONED, PERHAPS WE TEARS THEIR LEGS OFF SO THEY MAY NOT RUN, PERHAPS WE CHOP THEIR ARMS AS THEIR KIND DOES OUR BROTHERIN, PERHAPS WE TAKE THE ELF AND..."''''' 


''the BLACK CYPRESS''  turning in defiance to his graven brothers...  

'''''"QUIET!!!  IT HAS THE CHILD IN SILVER! IT IS OF ELF-KIND! IT IS OF ARADIL'S BLOOD. IT CAN BE TRUSTED. YET IT'S TRAVELLING COMPANIONS, WHETHER BY FRIEND OR FOE ARE NOT OF ELVEN-MAKE!  THEY MUST NOT SEE US WALK, THEY MUST NOT KNOW WE LIVE AFTER DEATH. THEY CANNOT CROSS OUR SWAMP. ELF - YOU MAY LIVE, YOU MAY BARTER FOR PASSAGE. HUMAN'S AND ORC MAY NEVER KNOW OF US!!"''''' 

as the ground rumbles with the reverberations of the Treants speaking, the great Black Cypress dips it's leaves and you see first Durgaz, then Kyuad, then Zal'Kazzir begin to be pulled taunt again - seconds from being ripped in pieces!! 


What do you do?!?!