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gabriel



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PostPosted: Wed Jul 19, 2017 2:16 pm    Post subject: S-PA-RTY coming to glade near you Reply with quote

(...tbc)
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gabriel



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Location: birmimham (on a ship,)

PostPosted: Sat Jul 22, 2017 11:29 am    Post subject: S-PA-RTY is here Reply with quote

S-PA-RTY

After a day at the spa it is early evening when the portal disgorges you into the deeply forested lands of the wild fae. A moment passes as you get your bearings, the sun hangs low and pendulous in the sky, casting deep shadows and illuminating the hillock upon which you stand with a warm orange glow. The hillock rises above the forest which surrounds it, affording panoramic views of the forest canopy for miles around. Birds sing a sweet evensong, somehow more orchestrated, more choristic than in your own lands, and the air feels warm, humid, and pregnant, it has either just rained, or is about to thunder.
At the base of the hill sit three wagons, made of coarse wood but covered in the finest furs, without visible driver they are each pulled by two of the most majestic centaurs you have ever seen. On the side of each wagon hangs a banner, with awkward writing upon it reading S-PA-RTY, clearly written by a hand unused to pen and ink. As you climb aboard the wagons, torches, set one at each corner, spring to life. Without saying a word the centaurs begin to pull the wagons into the forest, their heavily muscled forms making light work of their burden.
The centaurs approach the edge of the forest , with no visible path you expect the ride to be bumpy and uncomfortable, but before your very eyes tree roots and bushes shift to make way for the wagons, low hanging branches rise up beyond head height and you pass into the cool gloom. It is so dark within the forest that the torches create circle of light around you, beyond which shadowed and unknowable shapes move. You get the feeling that giant beasts stalk your party and were it not for the torches, or some unfathomable fae bargain, they would pounce upon you and devour you whole. As green, reflective eyes gleam at you from the undergrowth, you are minded that the forest keeps its own secrets, the forest keeps its own silence.
After a ride of some twenty minutes you arrive at a gate, seemingly woven from living wood and set within a circle of trees so densely packed that they form a natural wall. The gate swings open and the sight within takes your breath. You alight the wagons and take stock of your surroundings.
The trees encircling the clearing have had their branches woven together to form an immense roof from which golden petals glowing with a faint luminescence continually rain, disappearing just before they reach the height of an outstretched hand. For further illumination glowing dragonflies flit in cages made of thorny briar hung from the roof close enough to provide just enough light to be comfortable for the human eye.
A narrow path of soft moss winds before you, twisting ,branching, and turning, flanked on all sides by brightly coloured tents, some made of furs and others more esoteric, the upended flower of a giant bluebell, the stitched together petals of a Rose. The path twists so much it is impossible to see more than a few tents at a time, but within each tent you pass some strange sight meets your gaze. In one tent a group of strange pixie like beings make a soup of nettles, in another Satyrs smoke some brightly coloured water pipe, blowing smoke rings which change colour in mid air. In a third large, muscled men in loincloths wrestle each other with raucous laughter. From all around comes the sound of revels; music, laughter, cooking and more 'intimate' pleasures. The only spot you find in the party where a more sombre mood prevails is a small pond with a willow tree, beings avert their eyes and hush their voices as they pass, hurrying by and speaking of anything else.
Every way you turn you a greeted by some new, delicious, cooking smell, some strange sight, or some new troupe of performers or musicians. An air of festivity pervades and you are watched by a hundred curious but kindly eyes. Beings come up to you offering drinks, food, intoxicants, and 'other delights'. As you wonder along the paths no single tent seems to be in the same place twice, attempts to retrace your steps lead you to some new place, and you always seem to end in the central square, where massive fire pits roast dozens of wild boar. At the end of the square, underneath a hole in the canopy, through which the setting sun casts a deep red light, sits a massive white beech wood throne, empty at the moment, yet carrying a gravity and majesty all of its own.
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KazFH



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PostPosted: Wed Aug 30, 2017 12:12 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

can you pop this in the IC bit then we can reply to it properly, its fab
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