Fable - Ask Adjacent Views

[Alco]

Alco relaxed in a small little hammock he had made out of animal furs within a canopy of a large ancient tree within the Falwood. There was a far but if animal life acting all around him. Bugs and bird chirping or singing. Bees flying around trying to find flowers to cultivate and rodents burying their newly acquired food in stashes. The golden evening rays of sunlight broke through the leaves of the forest and hit the earth with dapples of light.

It was a happy and peaceful forest, very different from his home city that was within the Spine. Which was protected from all ground travelers with different types of magic that would disrupt the journey. He had heard from a friend that there was going to be a meeting on what to do with Vel Anir. The incredibly dull-witted group of humans who thought that they would get away with burning the Falwood without provoking the call of retorts. The call of a backlash. Luckly the fire was stopped from spreading any further due to the work of the ground elves. But the action was an action nonetheless and it needed to be reprimanded. Severely.

His wings were hidden due to his specially enchanted armor so he looked just like a normal elf. So when the sound of someone approaching reached his pointed ears he would jump out of his hammock and wait for them to appear from the forest. This was going to be a meeting about what to do with the recent actions of Vel Anir and what actions that they themselves would be taking to strike back at the prejudice and mislead humans and other creatures of that hell hole.

He would speak in elvish via telepathy, “I sincerely hope that you are a friend.” He says within the being’s mind as the Falwood was a deeply magical place, one which allowed him to be at his full power in the case he needed it.

 

[Uhfred]

Bareak and his pack hadn’t been there for the burning of that portion of Falwood, they had seen the smoke but couldn’t get there in time. So he and his thirty some Lycans wanted to help the denizens of Falwood in their quest for vengeance. And they decided to send Baraek, son of the Alpha Wolf, to attend the meeting and decide where their pack would contribute.

He, like all of his kind, was huge. Broad shouldered and tall. His chest, arms and abdomen were adorned with bulging muscles and grey fur with white across his chest and snout. His only clothing was a leather loincloth and boots with two long-bladed arming swords at either hip. So he walked, quiet like a hunter, until the elf spoke to his mind in elvish. A language he understood but couldn’t speak very well.

He walked out of the shrubbery to the designated meeting place. And nodded to the elf in acknowledgment, and awaited the arrival of the rest.

(Since I’m also Aife and it looks like she will also be involved, as two RPs seemed to mesh into one. I will also be using this account to RP Aife)

Opposite the clearing a woman, clad in scant white wool garments, sandal boots and a lion skin cloak emerged. Across her shoulders was her bardiche, a long handled battleaxe. Her long, wavy red hair falling messily down her back. While slender and very womanly in appearance, she sported strong, if subtle, muscles that if seen would reveal her barbarian nature in war.

She and her tribe really didn’t like most of the civilized world, and now they attacked their home. The gods demanded vengeance.

 

[Aloysia]

Amidst the great verdant canopy of the Falwood, filled with all the vibrancy of nature the Wild could provide, were snaking branches and wooden pathways that connected the forest together. If one could listen to the Wild and know her secrets, they could travel for miles through the Falwood without their feet ever touching solid ground

It was these branches that Aloysia made her pathways and roads, the red-headed elf deftly moving from tree to tree as she made her way to her destination. Today bore a great purpose—it was the day they decided on how to properly respond to the Anirian's burning of the Wild's bountiful domain. The damage caused to the Falwood pained her, as though the ashes could still choke her lungs, its fires still clogging the air with their smoke. Though she could not aid them then, she would ensure that Vel Anir knows the consequences of their heretical acts.

Aloysia's pace slowed to a stop as she perched upon a branch, leaning down to caress its bark with her hand. At her touch, the wood creaked and churned, flexing downward as it lowered itself gracefully down to the forest floor.

The druid stepped off the makeshift staircase, a quick gesture returning the branch to its original position amongst its brethren above, as her gaze landed upon the three others found within the clearing. An elf, a human, and even a lycan. A diverse combination already, and more could have yet to arrive. Aloysia made it a point to meet eyes with each individual, granting each a curt nod. "May the Wild bless all of you. I am Aloysia."