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companions all caught in mid-fall...  Vines and black tree limbs reached out from around and above the wildlander pulling his friends from their feet as they dangled, drifting into unconciousness.  <br> <br>  '''the Whisperer'''  <br> '''''"Fear not Eranon of the woodland realm."''''' the wind would say.  <br>  As he began to hear the air escape the bodies of his friends, their joints cracking as the forest began to rip the human and orc bodies from limb to limb.  <br> <br>  '''another voice'''  this one not of the whispering wind, this one built with the gravel of tension and tiresome grinding of wood and muck raking... <br>  '''''"THEY DO NOT HEAR... THEY DO NOT KNOW... THEY...'''''  <br> '''''DO''''' <br> '''''NOT''''' <br> '''''PASS!''''' <br> '''''THEY SHALL BECOME AS SOIL, FOR OUR OLD BONES..."''''' <br>  the voice of the black barked swamp cypress cracked as his timbers ground with a turn of what could appear to be the torso of this elder of the swamp.  Its face,
 
companions all caught in mid-fall...  Vines and black tree limbs reached out from around and above the wildlander pulling his friends from their feet as they dangled, drifting into unconciousness.  <br> <br>  '''the Whisperer'''  <br> '''''"Fear not Eranon of the woodland realm."''''' the wind would say.  <br>  As he began to hear the air escape the bodies of his friends, their joints cracking as the forest began to rip the human and orc bodies from limb to limb.  <br> <br>  '''another voice'''  this one not of the whispering wind, this one built with the gravel of tension and tiresome grinding of wood and muck raking... <br>  '''''"THEY DO NOT HEAR... THEY DO NOT KNOW... THEY...'''''  <br> '''''DO''''' <br> '''''NOT''''' <br> '''''PASS!''''' <br> '''''THEY SHALL BECOME AS SOIL, FOR OUR OLD BONES..."''''' <br>  the voice of the black barked swamp cypress cracked as his timbers ground with a turn of what could appear to be the torso of this elder of the swamp.  Its face,
 
not that of a man, yet strange and alien.  As it bellowed out, as if in pain, the swamp replied...  Two... Three... Four... and a Fifth moaned in a song of death murmurs, lumber snapping and breaking as the body of one of the humans was tossed into the vines of black elm.  <br> These trees... were not of the living whispering woods familiar to any Caransil or other woodland folk.  These were the trees of the Dead Marsh, these were the trees remaining from the once proud cypress, the beautiful ash, the elm, the cottonwood and the sycamore... And as they stand allowing the one with the silver acron to pass, the ones without will not be so lucky.  These fatal few are the last tree herders, now pushed to the outskirts of their lands.  Able to go no further.  For they would die if they traveled beyond the pale and foul energy of the sickening swamps.  But perhaps "die" is a poor term.  Can that which is already dead, truly die?  <br> Eranon stands at the forefront of the black
 
not that of a man, yet strange and alien.  As it bellowed out, as if in pain, the swamp replied...  Two... Three... Four... and a Fifth moaned in a song of death murmurs, lumber snapping and breaking as the body of one of the humans was tossed into the vines of black elm.  <br> These trees... were not of the living whispering woods familiar to any Caransil or other woodland folk.  These were the trees of the Dead Marsh, these were the trees remaining from the once proud cypress, the beautiful ash, the elm, the cottonwood and the sycamore... And as they stand allowing the one with the silver acron to pass, the ones without will not be so lucky.  These fatal few are the last tree herders, now pushed to the outskirts of their lands.  Able to go no further.  For they would die if they traveled beyond the pale and foul energy of the sickening swamps.  But perhaps "die" is a poor term.  Can that which is already dead, truly die?  <br> Eranon stands at the forefront of the black
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trees, perhaps he can ask these trees how they yet move when they are already DEAD?!!...  <br> <br>  '''ROLL:'''  Eranon (Knowledge Nature +10)  ROLLED:  19+10 =  29 ''  <br> ''Eranon, you have heard of these tortured souls. Formerly Tree Herders (or Treants) in the days before the shadow fell.  They were rare after the Sundering these majestic spirits older than most elves in the land.  Some are still rumored to aid Aradil and the fights on the fronts of the war, but their time in the sun is gone.  These five twisted ancients you now stand amoung are something other... Once herders, now turned and dead.  '''Quite literally Undead Tree Herders.'''  Valendil told you once of the story in a horrible lament song of sorrow.  The tune could have resembled the breaking of the wood that you heard before the deep moans took the minds of your friends, driving them into unconciousness.  Is it your heritage of elven-kind that protects you now or Ossion's amulet?  Whatever it is -
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trees, perhaps he can ask these trees how they yet move when they are already DEAD?!!...  <br> <br>  '''ROLL:'''  Eranon (Knowledge Nature 10)  ROLLED:  19 10 =  29 ''  <br> ''Eranon, you have heard of these tortured souls. Formerly Tree Herders (or Treants) in the days before the shadow fell.  They were rare after the Sundering these majestic spirits older than most elves in the land.  Some are still rumored to aid Aradil and the fights on the fronts of the war, but their time in the sun is gone.  These five twisted ancients you now stand amoung are something other... Once herders, now turned and dead.  '''Quite literally Undead Tree Herders.'''  Valendil told you once of the story in a horrible lament song of sorrow.  The tune could have resembled the breaking of the wood that you heard before the deep moans took the minds of your friends, driving them into unconciousness.  Is it your heritage of elven-kind that protects you now or Ossion's amulet?  Whatever it is -
 
Durgaz, Kyuad and Zal'Kazzir will be ripped in multiple parts if you don't have something to say about it quickly!!''
 
Durgaz, Kyuad and Zal'Kazzir will be ripped in multiple parts if you don't have something to say about it quickly!!''
  
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== Kevin ==
 
== 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...   
 
''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...   
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<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...   
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<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.]  
 
'''''"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.]  
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'''Steve'''  If I remember, it was only about 15 miles or so to the road, but maybe they're taking use elsewhere.  I guess we'll figure it out tomorrow.  Does the Ash splinter cure my bog hag disease?  Just kidding."
 
'''Steve'''  If I remember, it was only about 15 miles or so to the road, but maybe they're taking use elsewhere.  I guess we'll figure it out tomorrow.  Does the Ash splinter cure my bog hag disease?  Just kidding."
 
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