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| Don't Fear the Trees; [P] - Corvalt | |
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| Oaken | Sat Dec 13, 2008 7:12 pm Post #1 |
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No rush, no delay. Oaken walked through the woods with his long legs attempting to get to where he was going. He had been walking since the morning, not that long has passed ether. His legs didn't bend very well when he moved, crecking could be heard from his body. His arms barely moved at his side. He listened to a tree that was near him and he stopped to talk with it for a while. It talked on a while and he talked back in the language of the Ents. They talked on for a few hours on small things, the conversation was short and he said bye and went on his way. Oaken was looking for something, he couldn't exactly remember what but he would when he found it, if he would find it. He assumed he would when he would, no rush to find it ether. He didn't come to this marsh often but liked to stay in the thickest parts of the woods. After a while he heard the trees whispering to each other about the acid raining upon a man's construction. There was one of those... what was it called again? Home, that was it. It was a whiles away but he continued to listen to the trees as they continued to talk on a bit. He joined in their conversation and stood still while he was talking. Something about a rat named Vernon, ruler of the marsh. He had heard the name before but still didn't pay that much mind to it. The Ent stood completely still as his voice crecked with the trees, he became silent after a while as he only started to listen. He didn't feel like talking anymore, these trees were much more hasty than him, he didn't mind but they would stop talking soon enough as well. |
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Sat Dec 13, 2008 7:23 pm Post #2 |
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He could have stayed and fought. He could have killed the bastard that had dared to challenge him. But he'd had no intention of staying long enough to be burned alive by the acid that had fallen from the sky at the giant rat's behest. How had a rat become so huge and intelligent, anyway? How had it gained the power of speech? There were too many questions that he would have to ask of his master later on, but for now, he slipped into the shadows of the trees to gain an advantage over the creature should it decide to pursue him. His work was finished for the time being anyway, though he certainly had no trouble committing another murder should it come down to it. As he hid amongst the branches of a particularly large weeping willow, he made not a sound. His breathing was slowed to a normal pace as he regained his composure, no longer threatened by the acid; he'd ditched the quilt back at the edge of the clearing. Now he watched in silent vigilance as the mansion began to sink. He darted off when he saw that there was nothing more to see, but it wasn't long before the darkness had taken him completely. No one with a surface dweller's eyes could have seen very well at all in the thickness of the willows through which he was darting, but he was no surface dweller. He was a drow. He stopped at one point to rest, for he had been traveling for a few hours without stopping. Slipping a small cake into his mouth, he chewed and waited in the near-silence of the swamp. He heard nothing but the moving of the trees as they creaked and groaned, the occasional splashing of water somewhere in the distance or below him as a fish or small creature moved. Everything was silent. Everything was still. He chewed and swallowed, and he waited to regain his stamina before moving on once more. As an elf, he could go for days without rest on most occasions, but the battle had drained him of some of that precious stamina. And so he waited. |
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| Oaken | Sat Dec 13, 2008 7:40 pm Post #3 |
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Listening to the crecking of the trees he admired the work of them here. Despite the look of themselves, in agony, hatred, pain, they were very kind trees. He had heard the voice of a twisted and evil tree around as well. A few maybe, he would leave them be to rot themselves. He had closed his eyes and looked about the world though his memory. He couldn't for the love of him remember what it was he was looking for, how long had it been? Oaken stood there as an Elf came into few, what kind of Elf was it? He couldn't exactly tell, maybe it was a Wood Elf being in this marsh. He watched it for a moment, the only thing keeping him from asuming it was an Orc and crushing it right now was the fact that he knew any Elf just from pure sight. An Elf taught him to speak, he was pretty sure he would know one. He moved his legs and leaned slightly as he thought of the language they spoke in. "Vedui' Heru en amin." he said in the Elven tongue hoping this Elf would know what he was. Of course he wasn't one of the ancient Elves, but an Elf was an Elf. He looked dark, it was quite off. Maybe some kind of Wood Elf he was. His voice was slow and drawn out, "Mankoi naa lle sinome?" the old Ent asked him in his slow voice trying to make sure the Elves' attention was taken. |
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Sat Dec 13, 2008 7:54 pm Post #4 |
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He twisted in his perch, his heels cracking and breaking the bark upon which they rested as he did so. His eyes searched the darkness for whomever it was that could have snuck up on him. There was no one, yet someone had spoken. He had heard that foul tongue before, too, flown from the mouths of the hated surface elves. In their arrogance, they thought that drow were nothing more than pitiful excuses for elves, but they would one day learn the price of their lethal mistake. For now, though, Rorschach focused on the situation at hand. He was alone in the dark, his eyes and ears telling him nothing. His mace was raised defensively, yet still he saw nothing against which to defend himself. Perhaps it was a mage of some sort? Yet he detected no specific set of traits in the air around him - plenty of neutrality, but no particularly strong sensations of the beliefes in good or evil. So who was out there? It had to be a mage, for only a mage could mask their alignment. Only a mage could have come this close to a drow without being detected. Only a mage could have puzzled Rorschach. Edgy, he began moving through the trees again at a much slower pace. He measured his steps carefully, making sure that no sound emanated from his footsteps as he moved around the present location, hoping to disguise his exact position and still keep tabs on whomever it was that was now stalking him. |
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| Oaken | Sat Dec 13, 2008 8:06 pm Post #5 |
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Oaken waited for a response from the Elf, the tree he was perched upon spoke out as it's bark was broken under the heels of him. Was it an accident or was the Elf too tense from something to care? The Elf started to move away from him ignoring his greeting and question. He watched for a minute before walking along to try and catch up with him. He had more questions now, he was going to keep it simple to one at a time though. Getting close to where the Elf was he moved slowly and without any hast. His arm reached out to attempt to grab him from the trees who were speaking illy of him for some reason. This made Oaken filled with even more questions that would require answering. If the trees didn't like him, they might kill him if he stayed still too long. That wouldn't be needed and wouldn't be nessacary. It then made Oaken remember what kind of Elf he was, a Dark Elf. A Drow. Thats why the trees were speaking so illful of him. "You should learn to respect your elders, Mori'quessir." the old Ent said slowly, not liking being ignored, he had nothing against anyone unless they have done harm to him, his comrades, or the forest itself. The harm that was performed earlier was very minor and wouldn't be much to hold against him. |
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Sat Dec 13, 2008 8:14 pm Post #6 |
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His eyes widened slightly. Whomever it was, they were right in front of him now - but invisible and silent, except when they spoke. Backflipping to another branch, he waited again. This time, no further sound came. There was silence. Whomever it was must have been waiting for a response, but he didn't like talking to invisible beings who stalked him through swamps, especially after having been attacked by giant rats wielding acid rain. "Jous dosstan, invisible uss. Usstan xun naut telanth xuil nindyn vel'uss stalk uns'aa." He waited for a reply, for the stalker to show himself, for something that gave away the man's position - for it was a man. The voice was deep and slow, so it was probably a stupid man. He wouldn't have thought that there would be barbarians this far south, certainly not in the swamp of all places, but he'd been known to be wrong before. He was a drow, after all, and had only limited knowledge regarding the surface world. What little he did know had been given to him both by those who made their raids in human villages as well as by his new master, who'd known from the start that he would need to divulge much about the surface world if Rorsschach was to both survive and succeed in his missions while there. |
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| Oaken | Sat Dec 13, 2008 9:25 pm Post #7 |
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The Drow avoid his grasp and spoke to him. He didn't understand this language, that didn't happen that often, but it was possible. He stood there now and pondered how to get the Drow from running away even more. Did he not notice the Ent standing here? He grumbled in his Entish voice thinking. "Aamenlenauvacalenarftahwesaealequenle" could be heard being muttered throughout the air in the language of the Ents. He had the patients to deal with this, but the Drow didn't have to avoid him like this. "Lissenenarmaska'lalaithtenna'lyomentuva Llien'vanimaarlleataralanneina" He stopped when he noticed he was going on rambling in his own tongue, he would be here all day if he did this. There was a small task at hand. "Now, I have no intentions of any ill acts, hmm, nor understand the language of the underground. Hehna." he said speaking slowly and trying to get him to come out now, he didn't want to have to catch the Dark Elf all over the forest and wanted to know what intentions he had here. "Come to me so I can see you more clearly." he commanded though his voice didn't show that he was making any commands. "Uumama'ten'rashwetatuluvaa'lle Aamenlenau'vacalenarftah'wesaeale'quenle Lissenenarmaska'lalaithtenna'lyomentuva Llien'vanimaarlleataralanneina" Oaken rolled out together in Entish doubting this Drow would understand what he was saying. |
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Sat Dec 13, 2008 10:29 pm Post #8 |
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It was in the darkness that a drow thrived, yet there weren't many trees from the deep places of the world. In fact, there were no trees anywhere under the ground. So, it was an odd thing to see the trees in the first place; but a talking tree? That thought had never even skimmed the back of the drow's twisted, power-hungry mind. To him, you had to have a mouth to speak - and not one covered in bark and sap. Therefore, it took a few moments at that point for him to realize just what it was he was hearing - and seeing. As he watched, the bark of the tree moved in the darkness, each twist apparently signifying a different sound. Now understood, and yet he didn't. His eyes were wider than ever before now, and then narrowed as he realized this was probably some trick. Oh, yes...he recognized that pathetic attempt at a trap. "We're not going to hurt you," the drow would say underground. They would then finish with, "Much." Rorschach was no fool. He knew when he was being tricked. This couldn't have possibly been real. A tree, talking? No. That simply wasn't anything to do with reality, except perhaps magical reality - the kind of magical reality that got foolish mortals kills. But Rorschach...he was no fool, not by any definition of the word. "Yugho golhyrr, faern. Vel'bol orn dos morfeth telanth huthin? 'anonen? Xor xal natha jor? Nindel uss wun l' qu'ellar zhahus dosst xunin, zhahus ol naut? Jous dosstan!" His anger and paranoia, bred by well over a century of surviving and thriving in one of the most dangerous places on the Prime Material plane, was clearly evident with every word. He understood magic well enough. He understood that a mage's powers could often far surpass those of lowly paladins. But this...this was ridiculous. No, he would not be moving any time soon - unless it was away from the fool wizard's creation. "Vel'bol xun dos ssinssrin xuil uns'aa, faern?" |
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| Oaken | Sat Dec 13, 2008 10:50 pm Post #9 |
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The Ent's movement stopped as he looked about for the Drow. He was hiding, the tree's gave away his position and he looked at it with green mossy eyes. A small glare, the Elf continued to talk in this language he could not understand. "Hhmmhom, you sure are quite disrespectful. The trees of the marsh aren't taking a very keen liking to you. Hehna. It would be wise to get out of the trees before they uproot your bones." he said slowly in his dry voice. The trees were speaking in their crecking, 'Vernon might want this one' one of the trees spoke out. Oaken would have to meet this Vernon. He stood there and heard a horn call in the distance. He moved his hands to his mouth and cupped them, he gave out a low and deep horn like call. It echo'd a bit before he turned back to facing the Drow if he was still there. He waited to see if the trees would tell of any movement. "Hahrom. Others are in the area, at the sound of the call. This Ent won't be so merciful if you damage the trees, I suggest once again you get out of the trees as you have already hurt one slightly a whiles back." Oaken then started to move along on his way with his six toed feet before he stopped to watch over the motion of the Drow before anything. Dark Elves were destructful and he was letting this one off with a warning, if anything more happened, punishment would be enforced. The trees were probably older than the Drow anyways, show respect to your elders, as he had already said. |
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Sun Dec 14, 2008 1:01 am Post #10 |
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The tree had found him. Any moment now, it would attack. It said that it would not, but there was wizardry afoot. If there was not, then this was some demon - and demons could not be trusted. Well...there was the odd exception; the Plane-Rider had already proven that he could be, for example. Then again, you didn't deal with a demon that powerful because you wanted to; if Rorschach had found another way to achieve his goals, he would have taken it in a heartbeat. But, at least in this, he was loyal - if for his own reasons. "Go ahead, demon," he called out to the thing in the common tongue, figuring he hadn't been heard the first time and not knowing how to speak Rauko, "attack me if you will. Dispense with the trickery and entrapment. Whatever you are, whomever your master, you will fail in your murderous endeavor." If that wasn't a clear enough message, nothing was. Rorschach believed he knew what stood before him, but he wasn't entirely certain. After all, he had never met a talking tree before - let alone one that could lift up its roots and walk. |
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| Oaken | Sun Dec 14, 2008 1:50 am Post #11 |
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Oaken grunted in Entish as he stopped walking once again and focused his big eye on the Drow through the canopy. A Demon he says? Attack he says? "Hihana. Whomever I am? Whatever I am? Master you say? Hmmhron. I sir, am an Ent. My name, well, why would I trust you enough to tell you my name? Hmmha, master, none. I server myself, nobody is my master." He said in his drawn out talking, he wondered if this Drow was trying to find an excuse to attack the forest. Another horn call went out, now it seemed like an Entmoot was going to accure on some kind of matters. It's been quite a while, now he had to go to this gathering, it was being called on upon tomorrow. He had time to talk to this Drow now, if he was willing to stop being a nutjob. "Now you underground Elf, I don't know what you are worried about, if I wanted to attack you in anyway, would you still be alive now? No no, I don't think so." he said before he started to hum to himself, he then remembered what he was after in this Marsh. "I should be going, if you want to follow by all means I wouldn't mind a company to talk with, hahmm." Oaken said wondering why he had forgotten something so simple and what the gathering was about. |
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Sun Dec 14, 2008 2:15 am Post #12 |
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Ent? Ent...he didn't know what an ent was, but it seemed to be some kind of tree guardian of the forest. So, this world had wonders he had not dreamed of after all. He had expected strange creatures and stranger languages, yes, but talking trees? That was something even he had never dreamed and the Plane-Rider had certainly never told him of any such creatures. Yet this creature was as arrogant as he was slow. He - Rorschach assumed it was a he - seemed to think that the drow would be dead simply by his wishing it. Whatever this ent was, he was a fool if nothing else - and a stupid fool at that. He stood to face the ent as he was about to depart. "Dead? Me? You mistake idiocy for power, tree. You speak, you move, but you do not think. My master could wipe out this entire forest and swamp should he choose to do so. Your arrogance is folly. And why would I want to talk to a tree, anyway? What could I possibly hope to learn from such a thing?" His sneer, full of loathing, clearly showed what he thought about the ent before him. Trees were just sources of firewood, fuel for heat; heat, in turn, was used for many things: keeping oneself warm when it was cold; cooking; smelting metals and forging them into something useful; and other such things. This fool...he could care less about him. As if to prove that point, he walked as harshly as he could toward the end of the branch and leaped to the ground. There was no wizard or demon after him. This was simply a tree whose body had grown too intelligent for his mind's own good. |
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| Oaken | Sun Dec 14, 2008 2:37 am Post #13 |
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Oaken stopped and listened to the Elf talk on, arrogant he was. He sighed in thought and stood there for a minute. He turned to the Drow and walked towards him after he went towards the ground. "Hmmhron. There is much to fear in the woods besides the Ents. The trees can be unforgiving and these trees would get rid of you when they can. The other creatures in these woods can do much harm if left unchecked." The Ent said before going down and attempting to grab the Drow off of the ground in his six fingered hand tightly, if he missed he would attempt again, he wanted to give this Drow a stern talking to. "The things you could learn from me, I can not say. Many things, or nothing. Learning requires someone willing to listen, you don't seem like you are willing to listen so you could learn almost nothing. If you were to listen and learn, there may be much. As far as I know I am one of the oldest living beings around this continent and I have seen and heard much of the world." Oaken said sounding slightly hasty for once, it happened rarely but he would speak quickly when something was on his mind that he wanted to get off. "For the power of your master I can not say. If anything it sounds like a God or a Planeswalker, hmmron. They have no reason to dabble in the afairs of the forest because one follower wished it." Oaken said once again going back to his slow voice and humed to himself in Entish. |
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Sun Dec 14, 2008 2:46 am Post #14 |
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He dodged the attempt easily, whacking the tree good with his mace as he deftly darted into the shadows of the other trees. He would not be grabbed so easily, nor taken by such a stupid creature. Had his master wished it, he would have been more than happy to reduce this entire country to smoke and ash. But that had not yet become his wish and the drow wasn't about to try to burn a forest to the ground just for the sake of retaliation. "I never said he had ordered me to do so, tree, but do not mistake a lack of desire for a lack of ability. One good flame could wipe out much of this place, for not everything is moistened by the black waters. And as for your kind, trees provide me much cover and other advantages. You serve normal races well. As your kind can still serve a purpose to the mortals of this world, I would be rather foolish to destroy that tool, now wouldn't I? You'll not meet your end yet, tree, but don't be surprised when it comes at last. By the way, you'll not grab me so easily. I am not a knife to be wielded by an inanimate object suddenly animated. You'd do well not to try that again, lest I do worse than smack your limbs." With that, he was into the tops of the trees again. He dashed across the treetops, making sure to keep on the move. He wasn't about to give this damnable fool a chance to grab him again. |
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| Oaken | Sun Dec 14, 2008 2:58 am Post #15 |
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"You're almost as bad as an Orc." Oaken stated before hearing the trees creck again on where the Drow was heading, the trees he was in started to shift and turn in protest to his use of them. They were going to try and knock him down from their branches. Oaken just walked along in the direction the trees were talking in. "Ahmm, I warned you. I was not suddenly animated ether you should know. I have been moving since my creation." he said trying to remember that long back, it was almost impossible for him to think that long ago. He had stopped when the horn call of another Ent that was near by. A younger one, more flexible and completely different shaped. This Ent's name was BarkBone in the common tongue. He had come up with his head through the trees to peer down the Drow. He was much merciful than Oaken was and would crush the Drow as the trees called out for the death of this Drow. Oaken couldn't figure out if he had done something wrong to upset the trees or it was the call of this Vernon that sent them to kill him. He stopped and watched what was going to unfold. Barkbone didn't know the common tongue and only Entish and ancient Elvish so it wouldn't be very wise to talk to him without knowing ether of those languages. If this Drow got out of the Norwoods completely it would be better that way. |
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