Eruyt Village After Mjrn

Road of Verdant Praise

Tetran: Looking for something, kupo? [shop menu] I spoke with the viera elder about running my shop here. I was a little frightened at first, but she seems reasonable enough, kupo. Speaking of frightening, I have it on good authority that there are monsters which mimic crystals, and pounce when you touch them!

Fran: With Lente’s Tear we can pass the barriers of Golmore Jungle. The Gran Kiltias on Bur-Omisace waits beyond. Our business here is done.

The Spiritwood

Wood-dweller (viera with long hair looking out over edge): The Wood whispers with the winds of distant lands, bringing us tidings from afar. A tranquil heart and keen ear might learn much of the world beyond the Wood, never needing to forsake Her gentle bosom.

Wood-warder (viera at base of steps): Many of our sisters have we lost to the beguiling winds of the outside world. We must lose no more. Your coming holds no joy for us.

Wood-dweller (viera with shoulder-length hair sitting in center): This place is one of quiet contemplation. Your presence disturbs its tranquility more than I would expect… Nera alone seems cheered, but she has always been… unique. Do no look for such welcome from others.

Wood-dweller (long-haired viera looking up to the sky): Viera who leave the village are viera no more. Shadow and illusion make for fleet quarry, but there is little joy in their capture.

Wood-dweller (viera with bob staring down at flowers): The flower that blooms upon the water, the flower that blooms upon the land. How are they alike? How do they differ? Are they really different at all? Or does the difference lie in how we perceive them? It vexes me.

Nera: In truth I should not speak with you. But it is all right. The others do not concern themselves with my doings. Here I was born, and here I live. I do not think, though, that past and present need dictate the future.

Wood-dweller (walking up and down path to warders’ den and Fane): Our houses bear little likeness to those of humes. They are places where those of like calling, be they wood-warders or salve-makers, gather.

Wood-warder (near warders’ den): With Jote’s trust and blessing does Rael lead the house of the wood-warders. Our task of defending Wood and village is no small one. See that you do not disturb us.

Rena: Mjrn has returned, but still a weight presses upon my heart. Why is this so? Is she… different, somehow? Is there something I might do to help her?

Kjrs: Jote does not show favor to the sisters who share her blood. She is strict, yes. More so with her sisters, still more again with herself.

Rael: We have known of the humes in the magicite mines. They fear us, and have not disturbed the Wood. We keep watch on them, but we do not interfere. Mjrn knew of this, but this was not enough for her. She left the Wood.

Fane of the Path

Wood-dweller (viera sitting and talking to other viera): Jote leads with Hala ever at her side. Hala herself is a salve-maker of great renown who has served the village as long as the village has stood.

Alja: We discuss the effect different methods of storage have on herbal potency. Do matters so beyond your grasp nonetheless hold interest for you?

Wood-dweller (long-haired viera wandering up and down path): One who has left the Wood but once ought never be allowed to return. It is only natural that the children of the Wood should not traffic with the world beyond. It is our way. The elder is too forgiving of her sister.

Wood-dweller (viera with pixie cut behind the salve-makers’ den): Once more the village is quiet, still. All reason for your presence is now gone, is it not?

Wood-dweller (viera with pixie cut near Jote’s den): There are those who have raised their voices against Mjrn’s return, but I support the elder’s decision. Never in the past has she erred. I do not think she is like to start now.

Hala: Mjrn went against the Green Word. The decision to welcome her back has met with much discord. These foreign winds bring much trouble for us. You may rest here if you like, but do not interfere with the doings of the village.

Jote: Mjrn is yet in her spring. Trouble her no more. She would shake and scatter before the rough winds that blow beyond the Wood.

Mjrn: An indescribable sensation overtook me within the mine. It reached out, closed about my heart… then all was darkness. This loathsome shadow… ageless and ancient beyond any viera or hume… what was it?