[Alliance] Chapter Four: Session Eighteen

Appearing Characters: Aramar Thorne, Broll Bearmantle, Bwonsamdi, Elissa Cross, Li Li Stormstout, Makasa Flintwill, Remnii, Riff, Rokhan, Samaara, Seria, Soratha, Tae'shara Sunwatcher, Tol'vas Moonshadow, Torenda, Uther Menethil, Vanira, Velameestra Windrunner, Wynn, Zekhan, Zen'tabra, Zuni

June 14th

The previous night, Remnii sent a [Sending] to Li Li.

There is a chuckle through the sending.

Remnii reported back to Vel and the others that Li Li clearly fondly knew the other pandaren, but it was likely that Strongbo would not get what he wanted.

June 15th

Within the house, Wynn is leading Vel back to her work area and they start to get to work. With a flick of Wynn’s wrist, she conjures a spellbook, and it promptly begins to flip to various pages as she reads it and points out things she would like Vel to do.

Taking a secondary look at the armor and the inner workings of the enchantments, the similarities between it and what Vel had learned of the magics that animated Rowan have a good deal of parallels. From what Jaina had explained, the magic that was used to animate him in the first place was very old magic that she believed dated back to well before the humans had learned magic from the elves. But even so, the magic in modern day was virtually unknown. It seems to have been worn out and broken, but it was the same sort of magic that was a combination of the magic that went into animating armor conventionally, but also served as an anchor for a soul. With enough time and resources, it was possible it could be replicated--and it was much closer to Vel’s own grasp than she could have possibly realized.

Wynn has Vel copy a few intricate circles from various points in her spellbook which would be used to reactivate the runes and jump start it. She explains that the magic Vel had seen previously--in the blow out of smoke--was her attempt at doing this process alone.

It takes about three hours.

Wynn explains the pair of them would work together to do so, weaving their magics together and tracing additional runes in a pattern around the suit of armor. Wynn doesn’t add any additional magical power into it, though Vel opts to do so. The sheer force of magic that Wynn releases, however, is no small amount. A long staff had materialized in Wynn’s hand--simple and pristine, but it has a magnificent staff head with a circle of arcane runes with three crystals embedded in golden sockets. The sheer power of the staff is immense, and she conjures magic from the staff into the ritual.

The runic circles glow with a mixture of violet and icy blue light which illuminates the room. The magic snakes up through the armor, and in about ten minutes of channeling, the runes on the ground fade, but the energy in the armor does not. Gauntlets start to move, and in a matter of seconds, the armor actually lifts itself off the stand. The magical aura is within the armor, creating a skeleton to support the armor.

Wynn releases the staff and it disappears with a pulse of arcane energy.

Vel hums in approval.

The armor looks at her, but doesn’t say anything. Wynn sighs.

Wynn sighs.

She chuckles.

Wynn chuckles again.

Wynn opens the door and heads into the main living area. Amidst the mess of things, she summons an unseen servant she had seemingly conjured earlier.

The invisible entity starts to move some things around in the kitchen and acquires a small pot. With a small flick of Wynn’s finger, she conjures a flame to boil some water. Vel then notes the unmistakable sound, and scent, of coffee beans being ground.

Wynn gestures for Vel to sit in a seat in the living room that she had cleared of some clutter with a mage hand. The room itself is adorned with all sorts of eccentric baubles, including papers, scales from various reptilian creatures, and even organs preserved in jars lined up on a shelf. She then offers Vel a cup of coffee, which Vel takes with relief as she works on linking their sending stones as Wynn had requested.

Wynn takes note of the fact Vel had poured some suspiciously red liquid into the coffee mug that she had been given.

She fetches a book and flicks through it briefly.

Vel smirks.

Wynn chuckles.

She again flips through a few pages from another book.

Wynn nods.

Wynn hums in amusement.

Unable to resist the urge, Vel opts to straighten a few stacks of papers that were in disarray and earns a chuckle from Wynn.

Vel stops, slightly embarrassed.

Wynn laughs again.

Wynn shakes her head.

Wynn looks off.

While Vel continued to work on forging the connection between their sending stones, Wynn ambled on about various other individuals that had found her hut and the various requests that had been made. She seemed to frequently check her various books for the specifics.

As Vel finished up the sending stone, she glanced at the armor they had reanimated.

Wynn grins.

She looks at the armor.

The armor says nothing.

The armor starts to stack things with a rudimentary organizational method.

Wynn chuffs.

Wynn stands. She had removed the bandages from her arm and had applied the herbs the group had brought the previous day. There are some fairly deep cuts in her flesh, but it doesn’t look like a normal wound. There is no scabbing or blood clotting.

And the tattoo Vel had used to sense undead had not started to glow at any point. A possibility began to dawn.

Wynn shook her head.

The realization clicked. A simulacrum. However, Vel opts to not say anything further as Wynn mage hands the dishes back over to the sink with the other dishes an unseen servant is trying very hard to clean.

Vel watches the servant for a moment and then snaps her fingers to [Prestidigitation] them clean.

Wynn laughs.

Vel and Wynn exit the hut with the newly named Moroes II. Wynn smirks.

She gestures, and the armor glances over the group and stares with the same hand gesture that Wynn had made.

Vel rejoins the group, and Wynn sits down on the chair on the porch.

She opens a book to start to read.

Remnii looks over to Seria.

Tae’shara looks to Seria.

Seria nods.

Seria and Tol’vas cast [Wind Walk] once again, and Wynn watches as the duo casts a rather powerful spell--with no small amount of interest. The group takes to the sky again. The highlands quickly change into a rolling basin of soft red sand instead of the drier wastes, and it leads into a coastal area with more springs and oases. There appears to be some tents and yurts belonging to centaurs scattered about, though they easily avoid them.

Very soon, they note the sea spreading out in the distance. For the first time since the group left the Wavestrider, they can see the ocean in its beautiful and expansive greenish-blue endlessness.

They veer closer to land and start to take a look around, and they spy something curious. There is a stone in the waves on the shoreland that is jutting out of the sand. There is a large figure sitting against it, but he is still significantly taller than any of the group. It has pallid, greenish-blue colored skin, and it has fin-like crests with long, thick ears. There are two piercings that appear to be massive, stone-sized seashells hanging from its earlobes. It is not wearing much save for a few piercings in its scaled flesh. It has a long beard with clasps of driftwood and flotsam and jetsam. There appears to be a whole ship’s anchor adorned in the beard as an ornament. It is snapping open a large, person-sized lobster, and it’s digging into the tending meat and eating it.

There are empty shells and bones nearby--bones Vel is able to identify as murloc bones.

As the group flies by, the giant stops and watches the clouds coast through the area. He slowly stops sucking on the meat and squints up at the clouds, which are flowing much lower than they should be. He continues watching as the clouds try to divert around him, and his squint gets more serious as he sits up and palms around for a large hunk of rock. He tosses it in his hand, and then throws it at the clouds.

The large rock sails through the air and manages to clip the Remnii-cloud. Remnii dips a bit, and they can see the giant squint again, and then there’s a grin. He moves after the clouds a bit, but the squad of wind walkers are much faster.

After the group gets out of eyeshot of the giant, the Samaara-cloud gives an indication to land, and they do so.

Remnii shivers and her tail sticks up, and she casts a [Cure Wounds] on herself.

The group looks at Vel and collectively nods as that checks out.

The group continues on, and they catch sight of something on the edge of the strand. It appears to be a campsite of some sort. There is one tent and a fire pit, though there is no fire, and there is a long pole sticking out of the sand, and the area seems to be distinctly jungle troll in origin. There is a figure who appears to be laying down on a length of hide that’s been tanned and colored. He’s a troll with a small shock of red hair messily draped over his head, and his eyes are quite closed--his arms behind his head. There is a traditional witch doctor mask over his head, but he seems to be sleeping.

All the clouds pause to let Seria take the lead. They land a bit away and take their humanoid forms.

She looks over towards the camp.

Remnii nods, motioning for Seria to take the lead again.

Seria heads out and cautiously starts to approach the sleeping troll. She notes a large canoe beached on the shore as well.

The troll doesn’t seem to stir. He’s breathing, however. The rest of the group are a small distance away, watching. Seria gets closer, and the troll turns slightly, but doesn’t actually wake.

Seria huffs and pokes the troll with her staff. He jumps and sits up, looking around. There is a spark of electricity around his hand, but then he sees Seria.

He pulls his mask off his head and stands up to dust the sand off.

He holds up a finger and tosses his mask aside.

There is a figure seemingly standing on the water and almost gliding along the length of one of the large waves. There is some sort of long platform he is standing on.

Zekhan casts a spell and stomps his foot and shouts again four times louder.

He then casts a ball of static electricity into the air, and the figure--who has a long mane of blue hair--redirects and then disappears into the waves. Zekhan starts to laugh.

The other troll pops his head out of the water and swims toward the coast on the flat board as Zekhan turns to Seria and then to the larger group in the distance.

Seria nods and then calls for the group to come forward.

The group arrives as the other troll gets to the shore. He has a long board that’s about 7-9 feet long under his arm. His mane of braided hair is drenched with water, and he offers a large, dumb smile.

Zuni smirks and looks Seria up and down, and then elbows Zekhan.

Zekhan blushes.

He laughs.

He looks up to Remnii.

Introductions start to go around. Zuni looks down at Aramar.

He musses up Aramar’s hair, and Aramar shoves his hand off.

Zuni looks over at the vibrant board that had been planted in the sand.

Both of the trolls look over to Seria, and then back at Riff.

The trolls look at each other again.

Vel chuffs from the background.

He elbows Zekhan again, and Zekhan tells him not to be rude again.

Zekhan’s eyes get a bit doey, and he puts a hand on his heart--clearly very touched. Zuni smiles.

He throws his arm around Riff’s neck and musses up his hair. Riff laughs and struggles to get out of the headlock. Zuni then approaches Seria and offers another smirk.

Seria shoves him, and it looks more playful than she meant it, as Zuni is surprisingly strong. He laughs, spinning on his heel and gestures the group towards the boat.

Vel rolls her eyes and comments on the flirting under her breath.

Tae’shara chuffs.

Remnii also smiles, but then looks at the canoe with a gulp.

Zuni looks at Aramar.

Aramar takes his jacket off and tosses it into the canoe with the group, and Zuni and Aramar start to push the canoe out. Zuni trips Aramar, and he goes face-first into the sand. Zuni laughs and shoves the canoe into the water.

Aramar dashes after him and starts to tackle into the water and they wrestle for a bit until they clamber into the canoe after Zekhan scolds Zuni for messing around.

Vel looks at the canoe, and the open water, somewhat apprehensively, but she climbs into the canoe and sits securely in the middle with Remnii. Tae’shara gives Vel a strange look, noting her trepidation, but then realization dawns.

Tae’shara and Elissa exchange looks and then nod, sitting on either side of Vel to ensure the rocking of the canoe doesn’t send her overboard. Samaara looks at Remnii, who is already looking somewhat sea sick.

Remnii lays a weary head somewhat dramatically on Samaara’s shoulder.

Broll also seemed to be a bit nervous as he stepped into the canoe, as the canoe dipped quite dramatically.

Vel opts to ritual cast [Unseen Servant] to help with the rowing, and Zekhan looks with some interest as one of the oars raises with an invisible force. Zuni is just chatting about everything and nothing, and then he turns rowing into a competition. It starts to make the boat go not as straight, and Makasa starts scolding Aramar for getting goaded so easily.

After a few hours, they can get a better view of the Echo Isles. There are tall palm trees and other shrubbery, as well as basic troll architecture and evidence of basic civilization. They can see boats with headhunters on them, and they watch the group. Zuni waves at them, and a few wave back.

The wide canoe starts to dock in on the shore. There are some sideways glances from some of the other trolls, but they generally just whisper amongst themselves in zandali.

Zuni tosses a rope around the anchor of the wharf and pulls the canoe in. Remnii looks a bit paler than normal, but she is fortunately able to just keep herself together. Zuni and Zekhan hop off first, and Zuni turns to Seria and holds a hand out to her.

He offers a smirk.

Seria takes his hand, and tries to pull him into the water. He falls, but he drags Seria with him. He’s laughing as they surface.

Vel opts to just take the wind walk form to get to the pier. Zekhan, meanwhile, had started to use [Shape Water] to splash Zuni in the face, who then turns to try and splash water up at Zekhan.

The rest of the group gets up onto the pier, and Zuni grabs his surfboard and gestures for the group to follow.

The group makes their way through the warm jungle, and they are washed with a wall of humidity. There is a comfortable amount of shade beneath the thick palm trees, and within about ten minutes they find themselves in the heart of a troll village. Seria doesn’t recognize many of the people they see, but they are all Darkspear. Some of them recognize Seria, but they don’t go out of their way to say anything.

There are a number of thatched, doorless huts. There are a few towers made of thatch, and more spear-wielding headhunters are about keeping an eye on things. There are domesticated raptors roaming around and being tended to by trolls.

Vel gets a curious feeling, and she hears some chanting in zandali. There is a sizzle and pop, and another voice calls out that they did it wrong. The second voice then proceeds to explain how to cast a [Scorching Ray] spell. There is clearly arcane magic being worked.

They also see some trolls roasting a boar, and they stop as the group passes before one of them scolds their fellow for staring and the boar starts to turn again.

Zuni leads them into a large hut on top of some stilts. There are a few higher-ranking headhunters guarding the entrance, and inside there are two figure finishing up a supper they were sharing. Seria recognizes Rokhan, who is a tall, pale-greenish skinned troll with a lot of piercings and tattoos. He has a long, braided white beard, and a long braid from the back of his head.

The woman has sea greenish-blue skin, and greenish hair that is pulled to the back of her head with complex and firmly-affixed braids. She has bits of armor, and is well-armed.

The woman looks to Zuni.

She looks at the group expectantly.

Seria recognizes the name as that of Vol’jin’s first wife. But as far as anyone knew, Rai’s mother was the only to have survived the wars.

Rok: It be a pleasure to meet all ya. The name’s Rokhan. I’m glad to have you all here. Just so you all know, everyone in the village knows of your arrival, and I told them not to kick up bad blood, but that applies to all of you too. I don’t wager there be problems. Lets keep it civil, ya?

He focuses more on the night elves and the humans, and then the high elves afterwards.

Rokhan then sees Vel.

Vel nods and then shoots Seria a curious glance as Vanira speaks up.

Vanira grabs Zuni’s ears.

Rokhan looks to Seria.

Rokhan puts a hand on Seria’s shoulder.

He looks to the rest of the group.

He points through the doorway.

Rokhan shouts to some of the trolls who are cooking, and fresh fish and purified water is passed to the group. It’s very well-cooked, and very fresh. There is also crab.

Rokhan strikes up a conversation with Seria.

Seria nods.

Seria nods.

Rokhan chuckles.

Rokhan stands up and heads back to his hut.

He points Vel in the direction of the markets, specifically one of the women who seems to be taking care of various food stores. She’s a tall, muscular and heavy-set woman with a shock of bright green hair. She has a well-kept top knot that is roughly the size of a ponytail.

Zekhan heads off and they overhear him quietly repeating everyone’s names as he tries to commit them all to memory.

Tol’vas looks at Seria.

Seria nods and heads off, Vel following after her.

Samaara nods.

She sighs, a bit frustrated.

She looks lovingly at Aramar and Makasa.

Broll looks to Tol’vas.

Riff looks around.

Meanwhile, Vel and Seria head into Rokhan’s hut. Immediately, Vel gets a strong sense of magic, and there are a lot of totems and fetishes and icons around the hut that appear to be of no small amount of protection.

Vel regards the totems with a degree of caution, unable to pick up on what they are for expressly. As she gets a bit closer, she starts to feel a dread creeping into her bones. She stops, a fair distance from the hut.

She looks to the fetishes, and Seria follows her gaze.

Vel waits patiently on the edge of the area, and Seria enters the building. Rokhan’s back is to her, and he is over a brazier. He turns and looks at Seria.

He waves his hand to wave away the smoke from the brazier.

Rokhan cocks his head to the side.

Rokhan’s brow furrows.

Rokhan stands and grabs his dual-bladed glaive as well as a pouch full of reagents.

Outside, Vel sees Rokhan and Seria return.

Rokhan leads them into the depths of the jungle to a small clearing. There are signs of rituals having been done in the area, and the ground is darker--as if there was blood spilled here at some point.

He sits and invites the pair to do the same.

Rokhan nods.

Vel glances at Seria, who mentions she already told Rokhan everything she knew.

She gestures to her ring.

Rokhan looks at the ring.

He holds his hand out for the ring, and Vel removes it so that he could examine it more closely.

Rokhan’s eyes flicker over to Vel, and the pieces start to click together.

Vel explains what she had found out about the hex so far, what she has found it to do, and the fact that it seems to currently be in a dormant state. Rokhan’s eyes go wide when Vel mentions the name Hungering Hex.

Vel leans forward and Rokhan smirks.

Rokhan twirls the ring between his fingers.

Rokhan considers for a moment.

He holds up the ring.

Rokhan shakes his head.

Rokhan thinks for a moment.

Rokhan’s brows go up.

Vel takes a moment to think and glances at Seria to see if she has any ideas, though the druid remains silent.

When Seria hears the name Yenniku, she seems to perk up.

Rokhan raises a brow.

She describes what Yenniku looked like. Rokhan thinks, stroking his beard.

Rokhan starts the process of casting [Commune]. It’s very different from Remnii’s process as he produces a series of small flames, beseeching the loa. Seria feels an itch, and the skull-like tattoos tingle. It seems that Bwonsamdi may be one of the loa he is consulting with.

Rokhan’s eyes roll into the back of his head and a very different voice comes from his mouth.

It’s Bwonsamdi’s voice.

Rokhan’s head cracks and turns to Seria.

Bwonsamdi starts to cackle, and Rokhan jerks back.

He wipes some blood from his eyes.

Vel nods, and the trio starts to head back.

Meanwhile, Tol’vas had gone into a meditative trance as he entered the Emerald Dream. He finds himself in the middle of a cleared out space. While he would have expected to see larger trees, but the ground is completely charred black. As he looks further out, it seems the jungle restarts, but immediately around him, there is no life.

Tol’vas starts to wander away from the charred area, deeper into the jungle, and he passes a stump. It’s completely black, with deep gashes within it. Within those gashes, there is a dull red sap, almost like blood. He continues further in, but he glances back towards the stump. For a brief moment, a pang of anger washes over him. He can feel the suffering, and the pain, of the trees in the area.

Who would do something like this?

As the anger washes over him, he snaps himself out of it because he feels a pain in his hand. He looks down, and there are small divots on his hand where his claws had started to dig into the palm of his hand. His anger ebbs away.

He continues, and then enters a grove that is much clearer. There is something about the place that makes it very easy to get lost. He heads deeper into the emerald jungle, and as he steps through a thicket, he finds himself back in the charred, bleeding circle.

Tol’vas once more tries to leave them behind. He heads toward the coast this time.

But he steps back into the same circle. This time, there’s a tree in the center. It’s tall, black, and twisted, with no leaves. Its branches extend in every direction, almost like a dozen hands reaching out to the sky, and towards Tol’vas. It’s almost like it’s reaching out for help. The light trickles in from the sky, and the tree seems to be bleeding--thick, sap-like blood dripping through the bark.

Tol’vas feels something reaching into his mind, and for a moment he blinks, and the entire grove shifts. All the black and bleeding fades away, and there is a single living tree within the grove--but the rest of the trees are monstrous. He turns back to those trees, and steps away, thinking he had been deceived. But the image flickers back.

It’s all wrong. The tree in the center appears monstrous again.

There is a distinct feeling that this is not a good place to be. Tol’vas cuts the dream, and his eyes snap open. He has a headache.

He goes to find Broll, but he hears someone whispering from behind him. He turns back, but he sees no one. A shiver crawls down his back, and he has a feeling he is being watched.

Broll is not hard to find. He is keeping to himself, glancing off into the jungle.

He explains to Broll what he saw. Broll’s brow furrows.

Conveniently, Vel and Seria had returned at that time.

Seria looks at Vel for a moment.

The group is gathered without much trouble.

She looks over to Uther and Elissa, as she knew for sure they were involved with quelling Zalazane’s last rising.

Vel gives some context to those that did not fully understand the weight of Zalazane. Remnii nods, considering.

Elissa nods.

Seria nods.

Seria looks to Tol’vas and Broll.

The group nods in agreement.

They head off while Vel goes to trade for coffee. The troll there, a woman named Torenda, eyes her somewhat suspiciously and warily as Vel asks after the beans.

Vel pulls out the basilisk teeth they had gathered, as well as the few vials of spider venom she had on hand and shows them to the vendor.

She examines the basilisk teeth.

She swipes the pouches of teeth away and heaves two five pound sacks of coffee beans onto the counter in front of her. She examines one of the teeth as Vel starts to gather up the pouches.

Vel then seeks out Rokhan to ask him if there may be a grave site anywhere that it would be alright if she could for travel, as she didn’t want to just make use of them without permission if she didn’t have to, and she explains the magic she is capable of it.

Rokhan leads her to the hut where she had heard the incantations happening earlier. He wraps on the side of the building and gestures for Vel to follow him.

Vel sees what would be effectively the troll equivalent to an arcane sanctum. There are books on a few shelves that don’t appear to have been written by trolls, but there is also troll writing scrawled on various pieces of parchment. There are no tables or desks, but there are cushions to sit on, and there is a podium that has a cauldron sitting upon it with various alchemy regents also lining the shelves near it. It almost looks like a mage school. There are young trolls doing some basic incantations and talking, and over in the corner is a pale-skinned, wrinkled troll with gray hair who seems to be observing the studies.

His head turns as Rokhan calls his name.

Rokhan crosses his arms.

The troll scowls at Vel and then looks back at Rokhan.

Sora scoffs and waves Vel off, and Rokhan leads her up a flight of stairs to a smaller chamber that seems to be a study. Engraved in the floor are bright violet runes that make up a teleportation circle, which seems to have been made with enchanted blood. Vel immediately spells the scent. The sound of the outside dims as they enter, as there are multiple protections on the place.

Vel nods and finishes memorizing the teleportation circle, and then heads off to report to her companions before making her way to the coast as Rokhan had indicated. There are torches lining the more populous areas, and as she arrives, she hears Zuni’s voice and as she looks she sees him waving her down.

He is wearing his armor and standing next to a boat.

Zuni laughs.

Vel gets into the boat and he starts to shove it off.

Zuni chuckles again and jumps into the boat to start to row. The journey itself takes a few hours, and as they approach the island, Vel can sense a very pervasive essence around the area.

Vel shrugs in acknowledgement, and they arrive on the shore of the island. Zuni points in the direction of some cenotaphs and graves, and Vel also notes the plant life here is much smaller and more sparse, and the island is completely still and silent--there is no sound of the jungle life that could be heard on the main island.

There is also another boat.

Zuni draws his javelin and spins it around as he eases himself onto the beach.

Vel follows after him, one hand resting on the hilt of her sword. They take a look around, and Vel notes small, simple markers and various offerings to the trolls buried here.

A sudden voice startles Zuni, who nearly throws his javelin as the pair turn around and see Zekhan kneeling in front of one of the graves.

Zekhan scrambles to his feet.

Zuni holds up his hand.

Zekhan looks somewhat confused.

Vel watches them start to walk off and Zuni, not so quietly, starts to whisper at Zekhan.

Vel waits until they leave before she casts grave stride to carry her on her way to Northrend.

Meanwhile the druids make their way about a half mile inland. Some of the trees are familiar to Tol’vas, as he had seen them in the dream. They enter a verdant grove of palm trees. The thatched building almost seems to have grown out of the side of one of the palm trees.

Within the shelter is a large bed of cloth, and the bedding seems to be made completely of flowers. Laying in it, peacefully and unceremoniously, is a familiar figure for Seria. The woman is somewhat sprawled, and her mouth is partially open. Her green hair is draped over her shoulders.

Riff turns their head to the side.

None of the other see anything, and Riff prods something over Zen’tabra’s chest.

He grabs something.

Riff jumps back.

Broll scratches his chin.

Seria is unsure, but she has been in and out over the last few decades.

Seria nods and closes her eyes. Riff points out the location of the tether, and Seria gives it a gentle little tug.

A few moments later, Zen’tabra’s eyes open. They are yellowish-orange, and the glow of the magic ebbs away. She looks about and sees the four people.

She yawns and stretches.

She reaches up and cups Seria’s cheek in her hand.

Seria smiles.

Zen’tabra swings her legs out of the bed and stands up, stretching out.

She looks at Riff.

Riff looks bashful.

She grabs Riff’s hair and looks at it.

Seria shakes her head.

She looks over to Tol’vas and Broll.

Zen’tabra chuffs.

She looks closer at them.

Tol’vas nods. Zen’tabra bounces on her heel and elbows Seria.

Broll clears his throat, but Tol’vas pretends like he wasn’t alive back then.

Seria explains that she met Gonk.

Seria nods.

Zen’tabra smacks her knee.

Seria chuckles quietly.

Seria looks over at Tol’vas.

Tol’vas nods.

Tol’vas frowns.

Broll nods.

Zen’tabra furrows her brow.

Zen’tabra furrows her brow.

Broll blushes.

Zen’tabra smiles.

She pokes Tol’vas.

Zen’tabra wraps her arms around Seria.

She flicks Seria’s forehead and gives Tol’vas a supportive wink.

Seria nods, and Zen’tabra unwraps herself from Seria.

She looks down and sees the tusks around Seria’s neck. She fingers them.

Zen’tabra gives her a wink.

She leaps up and transforms into a beautiful raptor with a long, verdant green feathery mane, and she runs off towards the village.

Broll turns into a bear to follow.

He shifts into a wolf and runs off, followed by Seria.

He scampers after them as a saurid.

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