AN: Another chappie! Huzzah! I am so very proud of myself!
SandraSmit19: Thanks for the review! As u suggested I tried to slow it down a bit and added more detail. Thanks again!
"Hey! Look!" Lynn exclaimed as they reached what looked to be a portal, "I bet that's what this key is for!" The tiny party was slightly heartened by this news. Finally a way out! They where all still on edge after the alarm and that beautiful room. Lynn was sure they were going to have to fight again.
But so far so good. Lynn drew her sword just in case, her sharp eyes flitting everywhere as Imoen searched for traps. She disarmed the ones that she found and collected the items she found.
"This is odd," she murmured to herself, lightly examining a statue of an air elemental before moving on towards a door way at the corner of a room. The sight that greeted her made her feet grow roots and her breath leave her lungs. Worried, Lynn, Minsc and Jaheria rushed towards Imoen.
It had to be one of the most beautiful and tragical sights their little party had seen in all their travels so far. A quiet forest with a winding dirt pathway lay in the next room but the pathway was blocked. Three beauteous dryads stood between the party and the rest of the calming wood. Scantily clad, their eyes wide with fear they swayed on the spot like trees in a storm.
"How did three the likes of you end up in a horrid place such as this?" Lynn asked, her eyes still shifting all around. Imoen stepped forward, the roots of her feet evaporated into the air while her mouth hung slightly open in awe.
"We have not seen one so young for so long." One of the nymph's melodious voices drifted towards the weary travelers, it washed over them like a cooling wave over an over-heated shore "you have the look, he has touched you too." Imoen nodded sadly, "could you help us? We must escape from here."
"You're telling us," Lynn muttered under her breath then spoke up, "I see no chains, why do you not just simply walk out?" Jaheria rolled her eyes a little at this obviously ignorant comment but instead of reprimanding her young friend the druid let the nymphs explain.
"We cannot live without our trees; we need someone to find the acorns for us and return them to the Queen so as she might replant them and free us." A dryad with long blue hair explained. Lynn nodded in understanding. Then it hit her. What had been those things she had taken off the carcass of a dead dreugar? Lynn whipped her pack around and quickly searched through it. Potions, no. piece of rope, no. Finally she pulled out a few acorns.
"Are these the acorns?" The dryads cried out in joy and a rekindled hope.
"Yes! That is them! O please take them to the Queen!" Lynn smiled.
"Not to worry ladies, I promise." They thanked the group profusely, touching their heads tenderly, smiling with tears in their large eyes. Minsc was particularly reluctant to keep moving but it had to be done. They strolled down the pathway with their spirits considerably lighter. As they rounded a bend they saw a beautifully carved door. The intricate designs swirled and swam in an almost joyful pattern.
Imoen decided to go on ahead and find out what was in that room. The designs seemed to warm to her touch as she gently pushed the door open. Suddenly the peaceful silence was shattered by ear-splitting alarm. All at once Jaheria, Minsc and Lynn drew their swords, prepared for whatever came to defend what lay behind the door.
After a few minutes, Imoen shrugged sheepishly and quickly detected and disarmed all other traps in the room. It was richly furnished with red velvet plush couches, solid oaken chests and the most comfortable looking bed the party had ever set eyes on.
"Such a lovely room," Imoen said, "how could a monster like him own a thing of such great beauty?" She had almost spat at the mention of Irenicus. Lynn had no answer for her pink haired friend for once. The young thief quickly searched the room and collected all the treasures.
"Be quick child, I do not like the feel of this place, beautiful as it is," Jaheria snapped, "let us try that portal." Minsc was absent-mindedly petting Boo who was perched on his thick arm. The small band of adventurers moved back up the path, physically pulling Minsc away from the dryads as they made their way to the portal room.
The only light in the room was the dimly purple light from the portal itself. The air was heavy with magic and the pottery in corners nearly hummed with the magic's reverberations.
"Here we go," Lynn said, praying to whatever God or Goddess was listening to see the sun as they stepped into the portal. Jaheria, Minsc, Lynn and Imoen was whisked away in a swirl of colour and bright lights.
SandraSmit19: Thanks for the review! As u suggested I tried to slow it down a bit and added more detail. Thanks again!
"Hey! Look!" Lynn exclaimed as they reached what looked to be a portal, "I bet that's what this key is for!" The tiny party was slightly heartened by this news. Finally a way out! They where all still on edge after the alarm and that beautiful room. Lynn was sure they were going to have to fight again.
But so far so good. Lynn drew her sword just in case, her sharp eyes flitting everywhere as Imoen searched for traps. She disarmed the ones that she found and collected the items she found.
"This is odd," she murmured to herself, lightly examining a statue of an air elemental before moving on towards a door way at the corner of a room. The sight that greeted her made her feet grow roots and her breath leave her lungs. Worried, Lynn, Minsc and Jaheria rushed towards Imoen.
It had to be one of the most beautiful and tragical sights their little party had seen in all their travels so far. A quiet forest with a winding dirt pathway lay in the next room but the pathway was blocked. Three beauteous dryads stood between the party and the rest of the calming wood. Scantily clad, their eyes wide with fear they swayed on the spot like trees in a storm.
"How did three the likes of you end up in a horrid place such as this?" Lynn asked, her eyes still shifting all around. Imoen stepped forward, the roots of her feet evaporated into the air while her mouth hung slightly open in awe.
"We have not seen one so young for so long." One of the nymph's melodious voices drifted towards the weary travelers, it washed over them like a cooling wave over an over-heated shore "you have the look, he has touched you too." Imoen nodded sadly, "could you help us? We must escape from here."
"You're telling us," Lynn muttered under her breath then spoke up, "I see no chains, why do you not just simply walk out?" Jaheria rolled her eyes a little at this obviously ignorant comment but instead of reprimanding her young friend the druid let the nymphs explain.
"We cannot live without our trees; we need someone to find the acorns for us and return them to the Queen so as she might replant them and free us." A dryad with long blue hair explained. Lynn nodded in understanding. Then it hit her. What had been those things she had taken off the carcass of a dead dreugar? Lynn whipped her pack around and quickly searched through it. Potions, no. piece of rope, no. Finally she pulled out a few acorns.
"Are these the acorns?" The dryads cried out in joy and a rekindled hope.
"Yes! That is them! O please take them to the Queen!" Lynn smiled.
"Not to worry ladies, I promise." They thanked the group profusely, touching their heads tenderly, smiling with tears in their large eyes. Minsc was particularly reluctant to keep moving but it had to be done. They strolled down the pathway with their spirits considerably lighter. As they rounded a bend they saw a beautifully carved door. The intricate designs swirled and swam in an almost joyful pattern.
Imoen decided to go on ahead and find out what was in that room. The designs seemed to warm to her touch as she gently pushed the door open. Suddenly the peaceful silence was shattered by ear-splitting alarm. All at once Jaheria, Minsc and Lynn drew their swords, prepared for whatever came to defend what lay behind the door.
After a few minutes, Imoen shrugged sheepishly and quickly detected and disarmed all other traps in the room. It was richly furnished with red velvet plush couches, solid oaken chests and the most comfortable looking bed the party had ever set eyes on.
"Such a lovely room," Imoen said, "how could a monster like him own a thing of such great beauty?" She had almost spat at the mention of Irenicus. Lynn had no answer for her pink haired friend for once. The young thief quickly searched the room and collected all the treasures.
"Be quick child, I do not like the feel of this place, beautiful as it is," Jaheria snapped, "let us try that portal." Minsc was absent-mindedly petting Boo who was perched on his thick arm. The small band of adventurers moved back up the path, physically pulling Minsc away from the dryads as they made their way to the portal room.
The only light in the room was the dimly purple light from the portal itself. The air was heavy with magic and the pottery in corners nearly hummed with the magic's reverberations.
"Here we go," Lynn said, praying to whatever God or Goddess was listening to see the sun as they stepped into the portal. Jaheria, Minsc, Lynn and Imoen was whisked away in a swirl of colour and bright lights.