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| {{tag> CLASS RACE PLAYER?NPC CAMPAING NATONALITY }} | {{tag> CLASS nymph PLAYER?NPC CAMPAING NATONALITY }} |
| ======Mordica ====== | ======Mordica ====== |
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| Asking Mordica what she remembers about the [[time:floral_thorn|Floral Thorn War]] receives a low growl then a scoff from the bestial woman, Her single eye leaves your face as she turns to look into her dark forest domain as she thinks back to that two decade long war. \\ Without turning to face you she begins her recount. \\ | Asking Mordica what she remembers about the [[time:floral_thorn|Floral Thorn War]] receives a low growl then a scoff from the bestial woman, Her single eye leaves your face as she turns to look into her dark forest domain as she thinks back to that two decade long war. \\ Without turning to face you she begins her recount. \\ |
| //"__King Magnus__ was of the cruellest of tricksters you could imagine, every word spoken would be left defiled by his twisted vision of entertainment and justice. Orlander the Petal Dragon was the harshest thorn to ever grace a flower's beauty, Her wrath was unquenching her vengeance slow, brutal and vile."// She pauses and turns to face you. | //"__King Magnus__ was of the cruellest of tricksters you could imagine, every word spoken would be left defiled by his twisted vision of entertainment and justice. Orlander the Petal Dragon was the harshest thorn to ever grace a flower's beauty, Her wrath was unquenching her vengeance slow, brutal and vile."// She pauses and turns to face you. |
| //"I never met either of them face to face.... but the trees, the creatures, those who do not speak spoke to me about what they saw, what they experienced. It was pathetic. Fey trying to play mortal, Trying to bring order to the realm of chaos. Their war was inevitable."// The Beastial Fey shu The trees ever speaking of his iron rule over the "Thorn Throne." The war that took place between the two nations was mostly ignored by me and the trees, Those soldiers who braved my Dark woods never saw the light again. It took everyone by surprise when the instigators were in-fact Magnus's children, A twist the trees never seem to tire of. No the Throne remains empty with no one strong enough to claim it. Mother says that style of hierarchy is very similar to her home land, Who ever would take the throne will lead the nation down a road of prosperity or twisted revenge, as she once did."// | //"I never met either of them face to face.... but the trees, the creatures, those who do not speak spoke to me about what they saw, what they experienced. It was pathetic. Fey trying to play mortal, Trying to bring order to the realm of chaos. Their war was inevitable."// The Beastial Fey shuffled trying to get more comfortable. \\ |
| | //"The trees talk of the war like a bad joke or an armature novel. But most of the Feywilds doesn't even recognize the event as anything less than foolish children playing pretend. Even __Magnus's__ own children turned against him"// She lets out a snide chuckle. \\ |
| | //"How foolish can one be? Truly those Fey played the part of 'Mortal' well, being so blissfully stupid."// Her chuckle continues until Mordica notices you seem to have a puzzled look on your face. \\ |
| | //"Hmmm? what's that look for? do you not understand?"// \\ |
| | You nod your head silently and Mordica sighs. \\ |
| | //"The reason why the prince and Princess turned against their father is because they were so easily manipulated. Shown the horrors that their own country was committing but not paying attention to the same horrors committed by Jardins. Changing sides blindly in an instant. I guess the move did win Jardin's the war-"// Her story cuts off as her head sharply raises as if a hound had heard a threat or prey nearby. You turn to face the way she is looking. only hearing the buzz of insects and the crackle of your camp-fire against the dark forest shrouded in night. Straining your eyes to the dark you only make out the shapes of trees, yet your heart begins to pick up tempo. \\ |
| | Mordica looks around, steamily able to see much further than you. She is silent for what seems like hours but only a few minuets have passed. she traces an arcane rune into the dirt with her claw, it flashes in activation but you don't notice anything change. \\ |
| | The beastial fey raises up standing on all fours, stretching and shaking the lethargy off before speaking again. \\ |
| | //"But after all that, the Prince died in the final battle as well as the king, and the princess went mad. or perhaps she was already mad...slaughtering any Fey she came across until she too vanished. "// \\ |
| | Her head covered by a skull mask leaned down and gently extinguished your camp-fire plunging you into darkness before a ever gentle twilight just barely illuminated the area. Mordica's body calmly illuminated with strange markings covering her fur. \\ |
| | Just before you protest her actions you feel one of her large claws press against your lips, a gesture to keep quite. her voice an eerie whisper \\ |
| | //"Shhhhh mortal. You have been a good listener so listen again. Move away from your camp and take to the high branches, the trees will support you. stay hidden, stay quite, something is coming. if you're smart you may live to see the coming sunrise."// \\ |
| | And with that you see her form meld into one of the large trees, disappearing. \\ |
| | You hear a monstrous howl not too far away, coming closer. Better do as Mordica says. |
