Padisha's Dance (Moore, Tryll; 85 days left)

[Anastasia]

Okay, so are you three going alone then?

[Nephrite]

To Arborea, yes. We're aiming for the Silent Spring first.

[Anastasia]

Arborea is vibrant, warm. The forest is full of noises as you step out of the gate, the noises of nature unleashed. The faint buzz of insects, the song of birds, the rustle of leaves.

Nothing is immediately around, forests thick but not too thick, paths winding through the woods.

[Nephrite]

Moore looks around first to get an idea of where they are. "Hmm... All right, so how in the world do we determine what the 'third tree' is near the Arvandor border? Maybe it'll be more obvious when we get there exactly...?"

[Yuthirin]

"Yep yep! Let's go spring hunting!" Calleigh says, "I can find the way! Maybe!"

[Nephrite]

Moore nods.

Are they currently -at- the border? If not, then let's head in that direction if possible.

[Anastasia]

Sure. Survival checks, all.

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 46

[Yuthirin]

Tryll & Calleigh will choose to Aid Another, because neither of them have this skill. They don't need it.
Tryll: Taking 10 for 16
Calleigh: Taking 10 for 12.

[Anastasia]

It's hard going but Moore's quite good at natural lore. He leads the way carefully, soon coming to something unusual - a twisted and broken pine tree, a single pine amid a forest of broad, leafy trees. It's also right in on the border, where things get shimmering like a heat reflection and you feel as if things switch between the wilds one moment and more refined, elven lands the next, back and forth constantly.

[Nephrite]

Moore tilts his head. In a place like this...

Take 10 for 61 on K:N, this is mostly a "I'm curious about this".

"Let's see, this is the first one, so we just need to find two more." He says as he continues along!

[Anastasia]

Make K:L (Arborea) instead.

[Nephrite]

Then that's going to be 46!

[Anastasia]

You recall an old story about a dryad in Arborea. Her name is lost to history - usually told as Bethany or Silvae, but many names are used - who fell in love with a wandering elf ranger from Arvandor. The elf's name is likewise varied, but most sources agree it started with an H. Haspar is the most common named used.

In particular, the elf rested at the dryad's tree one day and she came out to greet him. One pleasant evening of conversation turned into two, and then more as they lingered. They fell in love, yet the elf could not stay forever. With a heavy heart he left, yet the dryad did not give up. While she could not move far from her tree, she nonetheless tried. Every day she kept trying, trying and trying and trying. In the end, a miracle happened - lightning struck the tree and destroyed it, yet the dryad survived and was freed, able to go rejoin her lover at last.

That's the story, anyway. It's an old Arborea folk tale, told in both Arborea and Arvandor.

[Nephrite]

Aww. Well, anyway, it's time to continue on, so he'll look for another tree similar to this one... but is that even possible? Hmm...