You have traveled to Ayr, perhaps looking for dragons or rare herbs to find. As you are walking along a small trail beaten down by all the many warriors who come hunting here, a particularly strong wind storm whirls up.
It pushes you down between the tall spires, forcing you off the beaten path and into the wilderness of Ayr. You try to fight it, but the wind seems too strong for you, almost like every time you try to go a different way, it's power strengthens and forces you the way it wants, herding you along.
Battered and bruised from falling and being blown into the rocky spires, you eventually fight or fall down a narrow crevice in the tall rocky spires that make up Ayr. With the wind howling above you and only a narrow path in front of you to go through, what do you do?
"Oof!" Laz cried as he hit the ground. Vyren shook his head, moaning as he shook his head.
"You alright, Laz?" he asked, coming to Laz's side and holding a hand out.
"Y-yeah, I think so." the Peisio responded, grabbing ahold of the hand offered and being yanked up to his feet.
The two brushed themselves off and looked about. "We could either try to go back up there...or I guess our only other choice is follow the path." Lazarus said with a sigh. He knew that Ayr became rather windy at times, but so bad as to literally sweep two teenage boys off their feet and down a small tunnel?
"Looks like the path it is." he said with a sigh. He could only hope that it would lead them out of this crazy hole they were now stuck in.
Lazarus looked up the small crevice and sighed as well, following behind Vyren.
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Try to go back up? Go To Windy Continue down the path? Go To Path
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Path
The long and winding path before you is bare of anything except moss and rocks. Wisps of mist float about, obscuring your view. As you continue down the winding trail, the screams of the wind are dampened until you can hear nothing except a soft sigh. After a few minutes of walking, you can smell something upon the small breeze that blows along the bottom of the crevice. It's enticing smell lures you onward.
Suddenly looking out of the mist are two tall spires, odd only in the fact that carved into the very rock itself are the figures and shapes of animals, the spires have been completely sculpted.
Roll 1d10: » 1-6: You notice nothing and continue forward between the carved spires. » 7-10: You notice silent figures crouched in the misty shadows by the spires, their eyes following you. Apparently they deem you harmless because they do not attack, but silently let you pass.
The two boys continued down the path, totally unaware of their surroundings but just focusing solely on escaping this new hell.
"Whoa..." Vyren let out as he looked at the carved statues. His first thought was that Gaili must have been here at some point to carve these beautiful designs straight into the spires.
"What is -- oh wow...gorgeous." Lazarus said, eyeing the spires for himself, a smile creeping upon his face.
"Well, obviously someone else has been down here. Let's keep going." Vyren stated, continuing down the path.
Lazarus gave an agreeing nod and slight noise from his throat before following, manipulating the mist that seemed to accumulate down here out of their way for more clearer vision.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 9:55 am
Hidden Village
As you enter the village, it’s almost like the mist is magically stripped away and before you looms a bustling village, full of Oblivionites, Dovaa, and hybrids. Several of the inhabitants look at you as you appear out of the mist, but then go back to their business. The others ignore you, apparently strangers aren't worth the time to stare and gawk. The first things you notice, other than the races, are the tattoos. Everyone has them, and they all have designs depicting animals and highly stylized designs, some of which reminds you of spells you have seen cast before. The inhabitants wear primitive clothing, often nothing more than some leather and fur pieces with leather straps holding it all together. Many of the hairstyles are long, and put up in complicated braided structures with bond and bead decorations. You also notice that most of them bear bows with the other weapons being clubs and stone maces.
A small and ancient hybrid woman approaches you. Her hair has silvered with age, and it spills in an unruly mess down her face, obscuring one eye. Her gnarled horns curl up and behind her head, a pale gray color that reminds you of the mists outside. Her black skin bears white and red tattoos, all of which are stylized designs; there are no animals to be seen. Her clothing is long and robe-like, with many patches stitched on, it once bore the designs of dragons along the hems, but they have faded with time, leaving only the suggestion of shadowy dragons behind. Her black pits of eyes stare at you a small curl of gray mists seems to swell within them, forever spinning about in their pits of shadow. Her wrinkled face splits into a grin, reveling sharp pearly white teeth.
"Ah, just what I needed, a set of hands to help me in my kitchen!" Her voice is a soft hiss, strength and power lay beneath her words. She may be old, but she is strong.
"Will you come ‘n help ol’ Ysillivia bake?"
As the mist suddenly dissipated and before the two Dovaa was a large village. Lazarus was shocked whilst Vyren was confused. An entire village on Ayr? That was unheard of. He hadn't ever expected something like that before.
Some people gawked at the two arriving Dovaa and Lazarus became increasingly anxious, speeding step to catch up with Vyren. "Hey Vye, m-maybe we should turn back. These people don't look to be the friendliest." he whispered in Vye's ear, holding onto Vye's shoulders as he did.
Vye shook his head as suddenly, the woman popped into view. With a raised brow at the question, Vyren stood silent for a moment.
"Actually, I think we better-" he began, being interrupted.
"Help you!" Vyren interjected, taking charge and a chance to glare at the Peisio, who looked to be in utter shock at what the boy had just done.
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Do you ask her to return you to the surface? Go To Flee Or do you agree to help her? Go To Agree to Help
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Agree to Help
As you agree, she smiles and pats you upon the head or arm if you happen to be taller than her.
"Such a nice child! Come this way then, little one." She cackles softly to herself as she leads you towards a round tent like structure in the middle of the village. As you look around you can see the houses here are all tent-like. They are hides of animals stretched across frames with wooden poles supporting the main frame. Any surface that can be carved is. And many of the hides are also dyed and painted with animals and designs. You can see that many of the people are about doing domestic work: cooking, cleaning, weaving, and many other chores. But they all bow respectively as Ysillivia passes by. As you get closer to her hut you again smell that tantalizing scent you smelled outside the village. It’s coming from her house.
Roll a d10. » 1-5: You suddenly realize that this little old woman is the source of power that blew you here. That was no ordinary wind storm, but instead a spell to bring you here. » 5-10: You do not come to realize this.
As the woman began to walk away, Lazarus became increasingly anxious and requested an answer.
"Obviously this woman is powerful, and look at the others. If we deny her what she wants, she'll probably end up killing us both. Just lay low and do whatever she asks." Vyren said in a very hushed tone.
Lazarus nodded and just kept looking about at the others as the three headed towards the house.
The smell that was emitted from the hut was absolutely to die for, but neither boy would have probably ever agreed to eat anything from this native place.
As you enter her house, you notice many weird things. Strange glass jars containing plants and animal parts floating in a yellow liquid line a shelf to one side while many plants and herbs are in bundles hanging from the ceiling. Her house is so much larger inside than it appeared from the outside. The walls are actual walls, not just animal hide. The ceiling, or what you can see of it, appears to be made of wooden boards. There is a small beaten couch that is covered in hand stitched pillows and woven blankets. A deep red and brown rug covers the floor, its design mimics that of the stylized symbols you saw in the tattoos and carvings outside. The scent you smelled outside is stronger here and you can almost taste the sweetness that you smell. The old hybrid Mage cackles.
"Have a seat for a second, I’ll go and get the kitchen ready for cooking!" And she leaves the room through an entry way that is covered only by a curtain of beads and bone strung along a thin strand. Do you:
Explore?
Roll a d100: » 1-81: Nothing for you to take.
As you look around, exploring the creepy items she has about the place.. Like her collection of skulls, both Magescian, animal, and Drakein. She also has an entire box full of random bones, some that look like they have been gnawed on. You can hear her talking softly to herself as she is coming back and quickly sit down on the couch so you don't get caught with your hand in something it shouldn't be in.
Go to Baking
» 81-100: Something interesting!
You find a Rotten Egg.
As you look around, exploring the creepy items she has about the place. Like her collection of skulls, both Magescian, animal, and Drakein. She also has an entire box full of random bones, some that look like they have been gnawed on. You hear her talking softly to herself as she is coming back, a small odd egg catches your eye. It's not very big, and it looks different than any bird's egg you've seen. Quickly hiding it upon yourself, you quickly sit down on the couch so you don't get caught with your hand in something it shouldn't be in.
Go to Baking
Or do you sit politely and wait for her to come back? Go to Baking
The two quietly sat as the woman went into the kitchen. As soon as she was out of the room, Vyren stood up and began to explore a bit.
"Vyren, what are you doing!?" Lazarus exclaimed in as hushed a tone as he could.
Vyren simply put his finger to his lips and then went back to looking around and through things.
Lazarus began to tap his foot more and more quickly and hug his biceps more and more also in nervousness. "She's probably cooking up poison or something for us." he whispered, looking in the direction of the kitchen.
Vyren rolled his eyes, not allowing Lazarus to see him and heard her footsteps coming back into the room. He quickly rushed back to the couch to sit next to Lazarus.
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Baking
"Come child!" she calls as she sticks her head through curtain of beads and grins at you.
"Come help me bake my special treat! I’ve taught it only to a few souls; one who was a young hybrid, all pale and pretty! Very Scarred and so prickly! He was so much fun to tease!" Her head vanishes as she pulls it back into the kitchen and you go over to her.
A shock awaits you in the kitchen; clean and pristine, everything is neat and labeled with nothing out of order. It is so very different from the clutter and mess of the last room.
"Hehehe. You don’t think that I’d cook with that mess in my kitchen, do you?" She jerks her head back at the last room.
"Oh no! Ysilliva won’t let mess live in her kitchen! Cooking is like spell casting, it requires a clean and calm environment!" She cackles again and begins to order you around, directing you to first do one thing than another as she mixes together a strange and pungent dark material, adding in the materials she has had you grind, roast and mix.
You don’t know how long the two of you were cooking, but by the end of it you’re exhausted. Never did you think that cooking could be so strenuous! The smell of what ever you made is enough to make you drool; soft and delicious, you wonder if what you made will taste as good as it smells. The old woman pats you on the head and hands you a small bundle of the dark and thick treat you helped to create.
"What we've made is something my people call Witch's Chocolate. Sweet and tasty it is a favorite among the clan's children." A grin splits her face.
"If you ever see him, tell that lovely Iggy that Ysilliva says that he needs to bring his skinny butt back here and visit more often! I’d like to see him again, plus there aren’t enough hot men who find our village so I can ogle them! Now off you go! Come back and visit another day!"
She waves her hand and a gust of wind blows you up and away, gently flying you away from her village and depositing you near the ferry’s landing on Ayr’s beach.
The two got up and slowly made their way to the kitchen, both in total shock and disbelief as they entered.
The entire time the three of them cooked, Lazarus became more and more at ease with himself. So this woman literally only needed some help in her kitchen and cooking.
At the end of it, she took them outside, gave them each their own Witch's Chocolate, and within moments, a gust of wind took them up, up and away -- all to return to the beach once again.
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