"Do you think they'll make it?" the ghost said to the cat beside her as she watched the party enter the cave. As much as she hated to admit it, she kinda liked the group. Oh yeah, they were frustrating and irritating, especially the evolved ones.
"The Master has his plans." the cat replied enigmatically. "He is finding an extreme amount of amusement in this group. Perhaps, you would to if you had seen all that I have." Crazy cats. Even ones like this one always irritated the Half-Orc Paladin. Even when she was alive, she couldn't stand the petty self centered creatures.
"The Master set a very difficult task on me for this. Will he follow through?" With the exception of Phrantil, Surrin had never had any dealings with Gods before. The Green Man seemed rather odd.
He had approached her in the ethereal realm, where she lived. "Surrin," he had said gently. "Phrantil has loaned you to me, but only if you agree." Surrin had long since lost any fear, death will do that. She passively stared at the man made out of vines. The power held within the creature before her was evident. "I can offer you the end of your journey."
Startled, Surring cautiously answered "How do you know of my quest?" No one knew of her personal quest. To save her village was the driving force in her unlife. "Who told you of that?"
A smile broke across the Green Mans face. "Dear Surrin, do you think that we do not speak with each other? Phrantil told me of it. I must confess, had I but known, i would have intervened much earlier. Such as it is though, I had just learned. Regrettably, I must use it as a bargaining chip. Perform a small task for me, and you shall see the end of your quest. Will you agree?"
As Surrin watched, she cought the faintest glimmer of Phrantil behind the Wooden Man, nodding her assent. "What would you have me do?" she asked bluntly. Diplomacy is not the strongest skill of a twelve year old girl.
"Guide a group into saving your town....." He went on to explain the whole plan. Which was simple. He would place the group in a glade near the village of her birth. She would get them to save the town. Then put them on their way. That was it. She could not directly interfere.
It sounded simpler than it was. She could not tell any information to the party, as that was directly interfering. She could not lead them by the nose. That was interfering. The evolved ones wanted to kill everybody. She could not stop them, that was interfering. Violence was in thier blood. They enjoyed it. At least the evolved ones do. The shaman, she was interesting. So meek at times, so unsure of herself. That is, until she is on firm religious ground, or angry. Its hard to tell the difference. Then she is tenacious. Then there was the "wizard" and the sorceress. They were placed after the initial party.... very interesting. The wizard especially.
"Well, now what?" Surrin asked the cat.
With a feline shrug of indifference, he bound into the cave. "As always, I watch and report. Its the Masters game." he called just before he changed into a spider like creature, and scuttled into the darkness.
"The Master has his plans." the cat replied enigmatically. "He is finding an extreme amount of amusement in this group. Perhaps, you would to if you had seen all that I have." Crazy cats. Even ones like this one always irritated the Half-Orc Paladin. Even when she was alive, she couldn't stand the petty self centered creatures.
"The Master set a very difficult task on me for this. Will he follow through?" With the exception of Phrantil, Surrin had never had any dealings with Gods before. The Green Man seemed rather odd.
He had approached her in the ethereal realm, where she lived. "Surrin," he had said gently. "Phrantil has loaned you to me, but only if you agree." Surrin had long since lost any fear, death will do that. She passively stared at the man made out of vines. The power held within the creature before her was evident. "I can offer you the end of your journey."
Startled, Surring cautiously answered "How do you know of my quest?" No one knew of her personal quest. To save her village was the driving force in her unlife. "Who told you of that?"
A smile broke across the Green Mans face. "Dear Surrin, do you think that we do not speak with each other? Phrantil told me of it. I must confess, had I but known, i would have intervened much earlier. Such as it is though, I had just learned. Regrettably, I must use it as a bargaining chip. Perform a small task for me, and you shall see the end of your quest. Will you agree?"
As Surrin watched, she cought the faintest glimmer of Phrantil behind the Wooden Man, nodding her assent. "What would you have me do?" she asked bluntly. Diplomacy is not the strongest skill of a twelve year old girl.
"Guide a group into saving your town....." He went on to explain the whole plan. Which was simple. He would place the group in a glade near the village of her birth. She would get them to save the town. Then put them on their way. That was it. She could not directly interfere.
It sounded simpler than it was. She could not tell any information to the party, as that was directly interfering. She could not lead them by the nose. That was interfering. The evolved ones wanted to kill everybody. She could not stop them, that was interfering. Violence was in thier blood. They enjoyed it. At least the evolved ones do. The shaman, she was interesting. So meek at times, so unsure of herself. That is, until she is on firm religious ground, or angry. Its hard to tell the difference. Then she is tenacious. Then there was the "wizard" and the sorceress. They were placed after the initial party.... very interesting. The wizard especially.
"Well, now what?" Surrin asked the cat.
With a feline shrug of indifference, he bound into the cave. "As always, I watch and report. Its the Masters game." he called just before he changed into a spider like creature, and scuttled into the darkness.
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