Tales of Faerun

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"No, that's not what I meant-" Nawen said when Xundus started talking about faith and then he started to pray. She noticed that some people followed his example and started praying to whatever gods they worshiped. "A shield could be useful, I agree, but I don't think we're in dire need of it, we're not exactly in the middle of the storm." She said reassuringly and went downstairs for a bit. She came back moments later, carying some blankets and a few candles. She handed the blankets to the scared people and offered one for Xundus as she was unsure if he wanted one, the rest she placed on the cupboard.

 

"I don't suppose you could lit-" she said to Xundus as someone plopped down on the ground. When he stood up she realized that it was Tannin.

 

"Tannin? How did you find your way in a weather like that?" She asked quietely so they wouldn't scare the already panicking people even more. "We stayed to help these people and were separated from the rest-" she looked down and noticed the burn scars on his feet, "are you hurt?" She asked worried.

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Shalena sat at the table and silently listened to Rhaine's song. She had no idea that the Doomguide could sing so well and even if the language was unfamiliar, she enjoyed the song. Even her pirates, who always caused ruckus were strangely quiet.

 

Rhegar sat in front of the door and whined sadly at it. He was worried for his dark skinned friend that not even Aera's tail looked interesting. When Rhaine started to sing, her beautiful song somewhat calmed the wolf pup and he made his way closer to her and sat down beside her feet.

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Xundus turned down Nawens offer of a blanket, too distracted by Tannin. "Looks like the drow have reunited," he joked. "But how did you find your way through the storm? It's terrible out there," asked the drow in a low voice, like Nawen, so as not to make the others worry about the storm any more.

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"Wasn't that hard." Tannin said with a shrug. "Though I could have gone without the whole bumbling around half-blind and soaked to the bone bit, doesn't do anything for the morale. Had an elderly woman try and stab me on my way here, though I doubt that had anything to do with the state of panic and more like the nature of the city. So no besides the wounded morale and joy of looking forward to a sickness from the sudden cold I'm just fine." He said as he stood up, not bothering to put his boots back on. "Though I will admit I am rather ashamed of myself, I went out earlier this morning to go and collect some supplies needed for your armor Nawen and, well this is rather embarrassing," He said, running his hand through his hair, "I lost the crate of supplies that I bought in the mad rush for safety. I know precisely where they are and I could probably retrieve them, already wet as it is, a little swim won't hurt things. Unless of course I get bashed around by the wind and incoming waves, that would put a damper on things I'd imagine." He said thoughtfully, putting a hand on his chin.

 

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Rhaine was a bit surprised when Tak'we joined in with his own exotic playing, his rhythm matching the steady beat of her own hymn. Their music went on for several minutes, beating back the maddening roar of the hurricane's gale. At last, though, the Doomguide fell silent, and she watched Tak'we for a few breaths, reaching down to pet Rhegar on the head. She then approached the thri-kreen and leaned close so that he could hear her over the wind, "Well played, my friend. I thank you for your accompaniment."

 

Dagny's expression had gone from worrisome to blank, and now she merely sat on a stool, staring at the windows and the pounding rain. The dwarf sighed heavily, though it could not be heard over the chaos outdoors. Conall, too, sat nearby, absentmindedly stroking Aodh's tiny head. All three seemed lost in their thoughts, unable to say anything.

 

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Unlike the calm that now permeated the Grey household, the storm outside continued to rage and thunder, with Argyros and Elaril still immersed in battle in its midst. The latter had managed to avoid the rain of icicles from the former's Ice Storm, but the Flame Strike had seemingly caught the blue by surprise, washing over the silver's foe in a bright conflagration. The downpour quickly extinguished the fire as it blossomed upon Elaril's hide, but it did nothing to ease the damage, which was both partially elemental and partially divine. The dragons roared, rage in their eyes, and rushed at each other, locking limbs as they clawed and bit at each other, both determined to fend the other one off and away from Westgate.

 

The wind intensified and beat the two around and around, buffeting their bodies and spinning them out of control. Elaril spat another lightning bolt directly into Argyros's shoulder just as he opened his maw and unleashed a second torrent of frigid cold in her face. The two dragons then abruptly launched away from each other, screeching in agony...Argyros from the burned hole in his hide and Elaril because her jaws had been frozen shut.

 

Each ultimately knowing they could not best the other, they retreated. Elaril vanished into the clouds, and it wasn't long before Argyros felt her presence disappear from the area. He, on the other hand, flew out of the heart of the storm and westward, over Westgate and into the countryside beyond. There, he had to fight to keep from crash-landing into the ground, the rain pouring over his form and washing his blood into the mud as he sank down, exhausted. He closed his silvery eyes and rested for a few moments, wondering what to do next. Even though the might of the storm that was currently pummeling Westgate had yet to reach him here, he knew he could not stay long. He needed healing, and the only ones who could were back in the flooded city...

 

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Barely audible over the thunder and howling of the wind, there was a distant knock on the Grey's door. Stunned that anyone was still out in this mess, Conall moved cautiously to the door and opened it...

 

Argyros came stumbling in out of two feet of water, the pale elf's form hunched over from fighting the wind and rain. He almost immediately collapsed to his knees, his lavender-tinted hair plastered to his forehead and neck. Conall quickly closed the door and knelt beside him,"Argyros! Where were you? We thought you were right behind us...are you all right, my friend?"

 

He looked up with his pale eyes and merely smiled wryly, "Just caught in the storm, is all." He nodded to Rhaine, who had also knelt before him, concern writ all over her face. "And unfortunately, I am less than all right." He shifted to the side and revealed where his shoulders had bled through the sleeves of his soaked tunic, staining the waterlogged fabric a deep red.

 

"By the gods," Dagny murmured in awe and worry as Rhaine immediately and wordlessly set about healing the elf, "How did that happen? Your clothes aren't torn-"

 

Argyros winced and hissed as the Doomguide's Heal spell sealed his deep wounds, "Agh...Let us simply say...that a great many unusual things have happened this night, and leave it at that." He was silent for a few moments before allowing Conall and Rhaine to help him up. Then, he looked around at the others, "But the main thing that you should know is this - whoever caused this hurricane is now far away from here."

 

Xallistine suddenly and regally stepped forward, removing his wand from the sleeve of his robes, "Then I have something with which to counter this foul storm. I shall be but a moment."

 

Before any of them could stop him, the Ulitharid was out in the storm, standing magnificently tall even against the neverending torrent. All they could do was shut the door behind him and watch the dark blob of his form beyond the window. A magical glow surrounded him, and they could feel the strength of the power he was using even within the house. His casting went on for ten whole minutes nonstop before he finally returned back inside, obviously drained.

 

"It...is done...the hurricane will be dissipating before long."

 

Conall sighed with relief, "We are lucky that it has been stopped while the majority of it is still away from shore. It would only have gotten worse."

 

The wind and rain was still strong for at least ten more minutes after that...but then, the downpour began to slacken. Slowly and steadily, over the course of another hour, the rain gradually died off, the winds settling down to mere breezes, until at last the clouds gave way to sparkling stars and the shining moon, the light of which was reflected in the now flooded streets of the city.

Edited February 8, 2014 by AurianaValoria1

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Xundus remained quiet for the remainder of the storm, only occasionally speaking to others when he offered them some of the bread he had salvaged from the inn. But when the storm began to let up, the drow was immediately outside, gazing at Selune in the night sky. He fell to his knees in prayer, thanking the Moonmaiden repeatedly for another day alive. When he finally got up, he found himself drenched from the waist-down. A grin crossed his face. At least I won't drown, he thought. Not today, at least.

 

After a long period of prayer back in the tower, he made his way to the Grey's residence, pausing for a moment to take one more look at Selune before knocking.

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"I think it would be better to wait for the storm to end before looking for those supplies." Nawen said and offered him a blanket. A fire would have been much more useful but sadly they had no means to start one as the fireplace was downstairs and all wood was wet. "I hope this storm will end soon." She thought and looked through the window outside. She was surprised to see that the storm somewhat calmed down and about an hour later, stopped completely.

 

She helped the people to go outside, but now that the people weren't scared for their lives they simply left without thanking her and a few mumbled insults as they walked by but Nawen ignored them. Or at least tried to. She then followed Xundus to the Grey's house as she had no idea where they lived.

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Shalena picked her ship gently off the table and approached the window to see what was happening outside. "While I'm glad to see that the storm ended, I doubt that we'll be able to leave when we originally intended. Unless by some miracle the docks remained untouched but I doubt that."

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After the storm ended Tannin begrudgingly put his damp socks and boots back on and followed everyone out. Noticing the lack of gratitude from the villagers, Tannin decided against heading straight out in search of the supplies and instead walked next to Nawen and put a hand on her shoulder. "You did good helping them, they may not appreciate it now, but they will one day. And if not them they're children certainly will. And I know I'm certainly grateful, would have spent the whole hour shivering from the cold had you not been there with blankets. I mean sure I could have gone in search of some...but I would have had to put my boots back on and that wasn't going to happen." He said with a chuckle.

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"Not going by boat's fine for me." Azuris responded to Shalena's comment about the docks possibly being damaged. "Think I've had my fill of boats for the month." He grumbled as he walked away from the windows.

 

Hexol meanwhile made a mad dash outside as soon as the storm was over and started looking around at all the damage. Never having witnessed a hurricane before he was rather impressed with the damage it caused and made a mental note to tell his village about it when he got back.

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Ianthe, of course, immediately ran outside once the storm stopped and began to play in the flooded yard of the Grey's home. She twirled around on her tiptoes and leapt on top of piles of debris while singing a song about longing and loss. Rhaine's song had both woken her up and gotten her in a singing mood.

Ianthe's singing voice sent shivers up Aera's spine and made her long to hear more. It was so beautiful, she found herself deeply moved and even as if Ianthe had become more endearing. It was a strange experience that made her aware just what sort of effect the nymph had on Arva.

Of course, Arva was now practically swooning over his wife, as hearing her sing always sent him into flashbacks of how dramatic their wedding had been, and how he'd always carried a small flame of affection for her in his heart... Lately, it seemed to have grown into a wildfire and set his chest ablaze whenever he was near her. However, he couldn't control himself around women, as was evident when he looked over at Aera and threw a wink her way, his chest still warm from gazing at Ianthe.

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Tak'we gave Rhaine a nod of respect after she spoke to him, playing one last chord as he did so. "Thank you, Rhaine," he chittered, " winged pointy-ear has a nice voice, too." He fell silent afterwards, and stared sullenly at the weather outside.

 

Dri listened to her companions' songs, grateful for something to break the monotony of the near-constant wind and rain outside. I wish I could sing like that... she thought longingly, one hand rubbing her throat as she gave Rhaine a sad expression, before going back to looking outside. Eventually, she dug through her belongings and pulled out a small parcel, wrapped in what looked like a worn but finely made leather wrapping. Unwrapping the water-resistant cover, the girl pulled out what looked like a parchment book and a pen and ink kit, and began writing a poem in a very elaborate calligraphy.

 

She did not get far, though, when Argyros suddenly came in, badly wounded and drenched. What happened to him? Dri thought, concerned as Rhaine healed the elf.

 

Tak'we snapped his attention to the pointy-ear who walked in through the door, shocked to see that it was Argyros, who was in very poor shape. Pulling over a chair for Argyros to sit and rest in, the thri-kreen looked on with curiosity as the pointy-ear was tended to. What happened to you...? he thought, having noticed the smell of toasted almonds on Argyros. The warrior had seen the effects of lightning before, so he was wondering: how did he survive...?

 

Saving the question for later, Tak'we went back to his corner and continued to watch the dismal weather outside.

 

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As the sun came out, Dri took one look out the door as Ianthe ran out and was absolutely shocked at the wreckage she saw. "By the gods... how are is this even possible?"

 

 

Tak'we was amazed at the destruction outside, but remained where he was, other thoughts plaguing his mind, one concerning Argyros, and the other.... *KRR-KAT!* The thri-kreen suddenly sneezed, and made a horrible sniffling, snorting sound as he tried to clear his airways. "Great... a cold..." And he was still PINK!

 

Thinking things couldn't get any worse, Tak'we gave something between a snarl and a screech at the mere suggestion of traveling by boat again. "By Mother Moon, musst we journey in ssuch horrible creationss?"

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Nawen smiled at Tannin after hearing his words. "I got used to this kind of reaction over the years. Some people will always think that if a drow does something nice, they did so for some greater evil, but thank you and I'm glad I was able to help but a fire would have been much more useful."

 

"I hope you have some dry clothes left, you might catch a cold and I'm not very good at making chicken soup." She chuckled.

 

When they finally reached the Grey's home, Nawen noticed that some of their friends were outside. She was glad to see that they all seemed unharmed. "Is everyone alright?" She asked.

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"Well, it is very unfortunate that my ship can take us faster to Chondath than your horses," Shalena said to Azuris, "some of you really need to grow your sea legs."