A New Sickness

At the scene of Dryads, Alfie cautiously, slowly, approaches in a friendly manner, and sits on the ground grumbling to himself with a desperation on his face.

"Bloody ells...tis is worse than i thought..even Dryads seems to affected..nay good nay good nay good, whateva tis be tis whole fing is a big bad news."

Due to his near non existant knowledge on sylvian or other forest tongues, he tries to communicate...in a quite primitive way. He offers a subtle, shy nod to the rather sickly looking dryads, then bows his head infront of them, unless he is interrupted he comes closer to the speaking range. (diplomacy 1d20+28)

*Aight..here we go, now the hard part.* he murmurs to himself in common elven.

If not interrupted or charmed by sick dryads, he points himself first, then he points the direction/path he arrived to the exact same spot he is currently standing, his hand showingthem a small medallion of Myth Drannor...He looks up to one of dryads, he points his own eyes with his fingers then points the scar and black patch of skins on the dryads then points the dead animals on the ground...After a brief pause again he points himself with a finger on the chest, slowly takes out an arrow, keeps eye contact with dryads, then holds the arrow to west, east, north, south, looking to them inbetween each direction he pointed the arrow, as if asking a direction to pursue.

@ Vall Moon

Sorry I missed you >.< there is no trace of shadow magic in the sick critters.

@ Alfie

One of the Three look up at you and squint before saying in Elven. "not in the mood for games... what are you trying to say?" she would say sound tired, wore out and a little grumpy.

"Oh dear..*coughs* I did nay meant to..umm apologizes..I am seeking any information, about the yellow fuss plague.."

*pauses briefly for a moment, a silly pride on his face as if he invented a name for something terrible, then continues*

"All I can share with you, is me food, and the information that divine healing makes it worse, I fink yer magick did nay fared better neither *looks to the animals on the ground* I seek to find the source of this madness, before its too late, great ones. Do you know anyfin, any direction, ye fink tha might help?"

A shadow would suddenly be cast down over you.. turn around and looking up Affie would see a very very large, near Giant White wolf with one eye, on his coat strange drudic markings could be seen painted on his flank, squinting at you the large wolf would snort for a moment before looking to the Dyrads, though his lips did not who his voice would be heard as if speacking telepathicly?

"Back into your Trees Spirits, the flesh allows the corruption to take root faster.. back inside.. now.." he would say the last part of it seeming to be more a command than a request, teeth being beared slightly, the dyrads would slip back into the tees.

"Pink... thing..

if you can make fire like other pink things, set the ground a fire for a moment, purge the area from the tainted flesh."

It would say growling at the rotting critter bodies.

Turns his back slowly, feeling this huge being behind him, his lightfoot hin-side making him tremble in the awe of the being..

"Fire..like...purge..I shall. Yes.*

Lights a small kindle of fire, and makes the tainted corpses catch some fire, steps back, and watches, closing his mouth with his arm, he asks.

"Mighty fing..Wha may I call ye? Where, tis...taint floods from? Fire will purge'em ye said..but...are all whom affected already lost? How may..can...should..*

Falls silent, tries to get a good look on the runes on the wolf, so he can draw later and research it, while waiting for any answers he might give.

The Great One Eyed Wolf would snort before its voice would sound in your head.

" I am a wolf, not a man.. ask the Sleeper when he wakes.. Fire is the foe of life, fire comsumes all, even plauges... burn the bodys, from death comes life, the circle will continue.."

the great worlf would then turn to walk off.

*scratches his butt in confusion and fear*

I fink..tis Sleepa..hrmm..aight...fire it is fo now..I betta go and ask peep if they know anyfin bout tis mighty wolf.

Tries to make a childishly lousy scribbling of runes he saw, which he most likely fail miserably, and dashes back to Rimwood, gives a copy of the drawing he made to Tahandor, along with all the things the wolf said and requests him to carry this to guards to pass it to Keeper, and Arms captain as soon as possible.

Aly met Alfie in game and got the page with his copied druidic symbols from the wolf's flank. This has been handed to the Circle.

lucid wrote:

Aly met Alfie in game and got the page with his copied druidic symbols from the wolf's flank. This has been handed to the Circle.

Leo Lyon has same copy from Alfie. He studied it and showed it to the druids of the circle of nature.

Iwean Returns to the Grove and leaves a message with the Druids for the Arch Spirit.

"I want to help in your efforts to resolve this Sickness issue. Please let me know what I can do, so our combined efforts will produce more yield."

Iwean continues to wander searching for any of the druids or Rangers working on the sickness. He returns to the Grove and finds his messages unanswered. Perhaps they are too busy or don't want any help. Either way Iwean continues to search and tries to determine the extent of the sickness and tries to monitor the spread. He also checks to see how lightning affects the creatures. Ensuring he burns all infected corses.