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       429 AC Hierophant of Chislev vol. II Story One: The Blackthorn C
       onspiracy
       By: Dungeon Master Date: May 17, 2025, 1:34 am
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       Warning: strong, sensitive, and implied subject matter ahead.
       This story begins after 429 AC, Lashia the Wizardess Windrider
       Story One: The Dragon War in the East, Finale Chapter Ten:
       Memorial and Victory
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       [center]Hierophant of Chislev
       vol. II
       Story One: The Blackthorn Conspiracy
       Chapter One: Merwellyn
       Talidaar was created by DCR[/center]
       Eleventhmonth
       Late Autumn Dark
       429 AC
       Western Ansalon
       Abanasinia
       Merwellyn Forest, also known as the Dire Woods
       Pixies fly ahead to carry the word that Talidaar and his animals
       are approaching. He is speaking to the different inhabitants and
       tells the council members to meet him in the meeting glade,
       where Talidaar addresses the Forest Council and the Merwellyn
       Circle together to find out the state of the forest in his
       absence. They report back that nothing has been amiss. Talidaar
       thanks them for protecting the forest in his absence, and now he
       relates the recent dragon battle and happenings in the east.
       Talidaar asks if any messages have arrived from Nebris. The
       answer is no, they have not.
       …Troubling. He was sure he would have heard something by now of
       his son’s mission.
       Meanwhile, at Dae Dyrnastaerynfalos (The Family Keep)
       Lashia settles the Dwarves that came with her in and provides
       them with refreshments. Then, she goes to the master bedroom and
       starts to pack while Marilee packs for herself.
       The Kender Longshot has found his old room he hardly ever slept
       in before his long disappearance. He finds all the objects that
       he forgot the last time he was here, and is quiet for a while.
       
       Lashia hears Talidaar return from the Forest and informs him
       they will have to go into the vault before they leave. Talidaar
       nods, he also knew this was going to come up. He is not a miser,
       but does not like spending with abandon either. Lashia, for her
       part, has no complaints about living the frugal lifestyle she
       has chosen with her family to live in the forest. But Lashia did
       come from an old family that was close to the crown. Her accrued
       wealth was down there, too.
       Lashia tells Talidaar plainly that “Daera needs a Ball gown, do
       you think that is going to be cheap in Ergoth?
       They go down into the vault and come away with enough that makes
       Lashia happy, and she goes to pack it away within her bags she
       is taking with her. Talidaar comes back and goes into the
       sitting room and speaks with the dwarves as he leads them to
       Sylvan Vale, a small Tree Village, and a bar on the ground near
       a stable shelter.
       Torin Stonebeard and Ragrim Shattershield enter behind Talidaar,
       Talidaar taps a keg and cleans out some glasses, and pours the
       brews, and the three enjoy some ale as Talidaar awaits a message
       from his son. He will head out tomorrow with Lashia as she gets
       the Dwarves from the Stone Mountain and will bring them back to
       Digfel before heading to Northern Ergoth to be with the kids.
       Talidaar explains how to contact him from Digfel, at the General
       Store, and they will send a bird with a message to me. After
       talking a bit more, Talidaar realizes they have been talking
       about Bale, one of the ones still on Southern Ergoth, and the
       newest bearer of the Silver Arm of Ergoth.
       Talidaar remembers back to last summer, the dark-haired dwarf
       and the anguish on his face, and the haunting sound when
       Talidaar turned him over. The Bandit group had moved into Digfel
       and found Bale feeding the miners who had been trapped
       underground when the bandits struck. They chopped off his right
       arm, which he used to hammer as a blacksmith. Once Talidaar had
       been alerted to this attack by some bird companions, Talidaar
       acted swiftly in the dawn. He shapeshifted into a grey wolf and
       covered the distance to the village. The birds have already told
       him how many there were. Talidaar takes out one bandit guard by
       leaping and tears out his throat.
       Talidaar transforms into his normal form and wipes the blood
       from his face. He almost trips over a dark form that turns out
       to be a seemingly lifeless body in the tall grass. Talidaar
       investigates and discovers the body of one of the Blacksmiths.
       Talidaar knew this one as Bale. Talidaar remembers hiring him
       for work. Talidaar heals Bale’s wounds, but he cannot replace
       the arm that he has lost. It often took a lot to enrage
       Talidaar, hacking off this man’s arm…. The townspeople Talidaar
       had come to know were hanging from trees across the field. No,
       this is evil.
       Dark, thundering storm clouds began forming and rolling in from
       over the New Sea.
       Talidaar almost single-handedly takes out the entire bandit
       army. Even Talidaar’s animals get in on the action; his wolf
       Shadow and black panther Kas both take out their share of
       bandits, while Talidaar tosses seeds into the wind and they
       sprout into animated trees that rip apart the bandits with
       nature’s vengeance. Lighting streaks across the sky as Talidaar
       takes command of the vines and chokes anyone to death that he
       has missed. Their remains are pulled into the ground to give
       over their nutrients to the earth.
       Talidaar frees the miners from the cave and helps them to
       freedom. He does not want to move Bale but tells them how they
       might keep him alive long enough until Talidaar can return with
       some medicines to deal with any infections that might arise.
       Talidaar had come to know Bale. He tells his guests that he is
       pleased to know that Bale yet lives and has found purpose again.
       A blessing.
       “It’s peaceful here.” Says Torin, Ragrim agrees, “I cannot
       believe we are so close to Digfel, and this is like, another
       world.”
       “If you keep this place a secret, you may return and visit over
       a brew. It will be a sin if you break this promise.
       “That we will, friend.” Torin then looks over at his
       comrade-in-arms, and Ragrim gives his word to the Hierophant.
       That night,
       Lashia and Talidaar are in bed and debating what is the best
       thing to do with Longshot. They can’t believe they are having
       this conversation again after not having it for so long. If he
       goes to Northern Ergoth with Lashia, he will end up getting
       thrown in jail, but that’s not all, because the person who
       sponsors a Kender visitor into the city is also liable and
       responsible. Lashia asks Talidaar if he wants to see “his wife
       in jail, and that you should really think about what you are
       going to say to me when you come to bail me out.”
       This makes Talidaar second-guess his thoughts on the matter.
       “You know, it’s inconvenient for him to be exiled from Hylo.
       Maybe it wasn’t a lifetime ban, maybe just a few years. We
       should check that at the first opportunity.  In the end, they
       settle on asking Ash, the Ranger friend of theirs, that make a
       circuit through Abanasinia, something that will keep Longshot
       busy while we are away. This decision puts Talidaar back into
       Lashia’s good graces as they enjoy one last night together
       before they separate paths again. They lie back together and
       their kisses get more intense and hotter as bedclothes start
       coming off, and the scene fades to black…
       The Next Morning,
       Abanasinia
       Eastwall Mountains.
       Outside Tantallon,
       Tantallon is a small, remote town that lies northeast of Solace
       in the Eastwall Mountains, and is dominated by Castle Tantallon,
       which lies just past the town. Talidaar has shapechanged into a
       hawk and spies the lone traveler. Talidaar flies ahead of the
       Ranger and shapechanges into his half-elf form and appears to
       the Ranger.
       Ash is mildly surprised by this; he has only been told by at
       least thirty birds before this that Talidaar was looking for
       him. “Well met lord Hierophant, what brings you up into the
       mountains?”
       The Hierophant sighs, “I’ll be up front with you; this is about
       a kender.”
       Talidaar explains his predicament and asks if Ash would be
       willing to travel with Talidaar’s friend through the winter.
       It’s not what Ash wants at all, but given the amount of respect
       Ash has for the Hierophant, he agrees. Talidaar tells the ranger
       that his kender friend will be in Digfel, and he will eventually
       get bored, so please, make haste.
       Ash tells Talidaar he is heading out now, and Talidaar watches
       him go, and he shapechanges into a hawk again and flies back to
       Merwellyn.
       Soon, back at Dae Dyrnastaerynfalos
       Talidaar finds that his dwarven visitors have risen, and
       somebody in the house has made kefre** for their guests. The
       Dwarves are drinking the steaming beverage in the sunroom, a
       scenic spot within Dae Dyrnastaerynfalos. Talidaar finds Lashia
       packing, and he reports that Ash agreed. Lashia asks him, "if
       the deed is done."
       Talidaar comes to her and kisses her on the lips gently and
       tells her, "yes, the deed is done."
       Lashia gets done with what she is doing and walks over to tell
       Talidaar, “Thank you.” And she kisses him in part to reward him
       and in part to thank him. She tells him, “We are about packed,
       with nearly everything on the ship, and we can leave when we
       have everything aboard and when we have the tides. She pours him
       a cup of kefre and hands it to Talidaar, to which he thanks her
       before going out and seeing how his daughter Marilee is doing.
       Marilee is in the weapons room, where she is testing a few
       swords that she has collected in her years of adventuring.
       They share a bit of small talk, and Talidaar sees that she might
       not be up for talking and is about to leave when Marilee asks
       his opinion on a matter she has been thinking about. Talidaar
       awaits his daughter’s words.
       Marilee asks his opinion on forming a fighting school, set in
       New Ports, that she will be putting a focus on that endeavor,
       and pulling back on leading the mercenary group, as she is just
       not up to it right now; she does not foresee when she will be up
       to it. She is not in the right frame of mind, she is not trying
       to do anything rash, she just needs to step back, for how long,
       she does not know…
       He is supportive of anything she decides. A school sounds like a
       good choice. He put in a word for her to not disband her
       Mercenary Army just yet, to take the winter to consider the
       future.
       Digfel
       Talidaar has walked Longshot over and gotten him a room for a
       couple of weeks, or until Ash is ready to leave. Longshot
       actually took the news pretty well that he was not accompanying
       Lashia or Talidaar. The Hierophant and Longshot shake, and
       Talidaar tells him he will be back as soon as he takes care of a
       few things.
       New Sea
       With Longshot taken care of, the tides become favorable, and
       goodbyes are made. Talidaar soaks in the air of Merwellyn before
       he must leave it once again in the care of his circle. The ship
       is boarded, and the Navigator sets out into open waters and
       takes to the sky, its bearing, Southern Ergoth.
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       One, First, before coming back here.
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       Dae Dyrnastaerynfalos* Talidaar Keep he built for his family
       within the heart of Merwellyn, known as Dire Wood.
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       Kefre** A caffeinated beverage served warm, or through a special
       process, ice cold. It comes from the bark of a certain tree that
       grows in Khur.
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       429 AC Hierophant of Chislev vol. II Story One: The Blackthorn C
       onspiracy Chapter Two: Castle Eastwatch
       By: Dungeon Master Date: June 28, 2025, 3:43 am
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       One: "Setting Out" first, before coming back here.
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       [center]Hierophant of Chislev
       vol. II
       Story One: The Blackthorn Conspiracy
       Chapter Two: Castle Eastwatch
       Paladian Dragonhelm was created by Trampas Whiteman[/center]
       Western Ansalon
       Southern Ergoth
       Castle Eastwatch
       Evening,
       Talidaar has come to Castle Eastwatch to speak with the Knight
       Commander, only to find Riva Silverblade, died just before
       Frost, the last of the Dragon Overlords. An untested, but
       dedicated subordinate has been left in charge until he is
       relieved by command. Otherwise, more knights have been sent to
       Eastwatch since the death of the Overlord. That might be one
       thing that has stirred up the Kagonesti.  Talidaar meets with
       Sir Paladian Dragonhelm, the Temporary Knight Commander of
       Eastwatch. He appears steady, with big shoes to fill. Talidaar
       momentarily thinks of Riva before he asks about his son Nebris,
       and the Grand Druid.
       Paladian clears his throat, sits up a little, and considers his
       words. “They came through here a week ago. The Grand Druid was
       clear in her distrust of the large increase in knights of
       Solamnia, everywhere she turns on the island. She told me there
       are sacred lands called the Elderwood, that his men should not
       approach, and was warned about defenders of forest spirt in the
       south.”
       Talidaar supports the Grand Druid’s position; the Knights have
       no reason to go where she has marked off.
       Dragonhelm argues that the majority of the Kagonesti people and
       all other elves moved to Cristyne to the Fey Woods beyond the
       Mountains.
       “This is holy land to the Kagonesti; they don’t want it
       disturbed.” Talidaar insists, “My Goddess requires that you take
       the words of her Grand Druid to heart. Is your god demanding you
       take this land? Perhaps you should consult with your god, are
       the Knighthood’s intentions right in this?
       Dragonhelm argues there are enough ogres to retake this Island
       at this very moment. They are in the mountains and Daligoth. We
       have to rid the Island of Frost’s influence and all of the
       creatures he has brought here, like Thanoi and Ursoi. “
       Talidaar agrees with his point about the threat of the ogres and
       the invading species that have been left over from the Whites’
       dominion. But challenges him with the Knighthood’s transparent
       intentions concerning Southern Ergoth.
       “You know this runs counter to the emperor of Ergoth’s claims to
       this territory. Is the Knighthood going to challenge him on the
       battlefield if it comes to it?
       Dragonhelm says he is aware of the emperor’s designs and has
       seen his surveyors, and he has seen a lot of them dead.
       Talidaar had been deep in thought when Dragonhelm’s last words
       hit him. “What do you know of these deaths?”
       Dragonhelm replies, “Kagonesti arrows mostly, poisoned blow
       darts, slung stones, it appears to be the work of wild elves.”
       Talidaar hears the doubtful choice of the word “appears.”
       Talidaar asks what he means by that.
       “I don’t mean to necessarily to discount the possibility of it
       being wild elves, I have just heard some crazy stuff in the
       night, seen some crazy stuff too, but the noises, we can’t
       figure out their origin. They are unnatural. Changed Owlbears,
       abominations of some dark god.”
       Talidaar takes in this new information and asks what else.
       “There has been some cult-like activity going on in the night,
       figures sometimes wearing black, and some wearing brown.”
       “You told this to the Grand Druid?” Talidaar asks.
       Dragonhelm nods and says, “they were headed south to consult the
       spirit of the Southern Forest.”
       
       Talidaar just says, “Wonderful.”  Here in Southern Ergoth, not
       only will Talidaar have to deal with the Grand Druid, Wrynn
       Darkfeather, someone he is very much acquainted with, but she
       always was overzealous, Talidaar hears that she is an avenging
       force of nature, he does not question Chislev’s motives, she
       must see that Wrynn is necessary to acts as her will.
       But also, another Hierophant, from a time before the Cataclysm
       rocked the world. He-or-She laid down for the deep sleep and
       arose sometime before Talidaar became Grand Druid. Within the
       Southern Woods is this mysterious figure known only as "The
       Hierophant", who is the master of all druids in this realm. A
       mask of a thousand faces. He or she seems to be old or young,
       male or female, human, elf, or half-elf, and something else
       besides, depending on whom you ask. All agree, however, that he
       (she?) is a figure of terrifying power.
       Talidaar has only dealt with this Hierophant once before. He
       would not choose to go through the experience again, but his son
       is in the South with the Grand Druid, and that's where I need to
       go.
       Talidaar thanks the Knight Commander for his time and tells him
       he will look into this cult on his behalf. Talidaar walks out
       into the blowing wind. His mind is racing as he makes his way
       out of the castle and out on the path leading south. Talidaar
       notes the appearance of several ravens on the castle battlements
       and the Curtain Wall of Eastwatch. He begins his trek south and
       falls deep into thought. Who are these black and brown figures
       in the night? And who corrupted the Owlbears? ... perhaps
       Morgion... Talidaar does not rule anyone else out until he has
       some more solid proof. Talidaar shapechanges into a hawk and
       takes flight, and flies south.
       #Post#: 1183--------------------------------------------------
       429 AC Hierophant of Chislev vol. II Story One: The Blackthorn C
       onspiracy Chapter Three: A Conspiracy of Ravens…
       By: Dungeon Master Date: July 8, 2025, 8:14 am
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       Warning: strong, sensitive subject matter ahead. Consider this
       Chapter M/A Rated R
       [center]Hierophant of Chislev
       vol. II
       Story One: The Blackthorn Conspiracy
       Chapter Three: A Conspiracy of Ravens*…[/center]
       429 AC
       Eleventhmonth
       Late Autumn Dark
       Western Ansalon
       Southern Ergoth
       Just South Last Gaard Mountains
       North of the Elder Wood
       
       Talidaar is gliding along on the wind currents, but there is a
       terrible crosswind that is causing Talidaar to have to expend
       some energy to stay on his course. He is traveling by Moonlight.
       White Solinari is in its Last Quarter, while Lunitari is Waxing
       Gibbous. The stars were crystal clear under a cloudless night.
       Talidaar was glad to get confirmation that his son was alive and
       doing what he asked of him, to find the Grand Druid, and try to
       mitigate her rage. Wrynn Darkfeather came to Merwellyn to follow
       the Grand Druid’s teachings, his messages, late in Talidaar’s
       ministry, but she ended up staying and becoming one of
       Talidaar’s best disciples, and one of Chisilv’s greatest
       Defenders.
       Talidaar senses that a large cloud has moved in above him,
       blocking the moonlight. Talidaar looks up and back. It’s a great
       looming black cloud that… Talidaar’s bird of prey eyes see that
       it is not a cloud at all… It's over a thousand of ravens.
       Before Talidaar can get very far because of the sudden head
       winds, Talidaar tries to evade the oncoming mob, but they start
       pecking at his outstretched wing feathers. He sees their glowing
       eyes and their seemingly murderous disposition that brings dread
       to the Half-Elf as he is engulfed by the black. Talidaar tries
       evasive maneuvers, but they stay with him. They land on his back
       and start clawing flesh off his back. More than one has tried to
       peck out his eyes. These animals are unnatural in their
       bloodlust.  At this point, only Talidaar’s inner compass can
       tell him which way to fly as his vision is all but impaired
       inside this great cacophony of winged death.
       His body is being picked away, they are getting through his
       eyelids, Talidaar dives, and that was the one thing the ravens
       did not expect. Talidaar opens a gate into the Elemental plane
       of Fire, and a great flock follows him. They instantly burst
       into flame even as Talidaar becomes a firebird streaking through
       the realm of flames. Talidaar exits the Elemental plane and back
       to the Prime Material
       Through bloodstained eyes, Talidaar sees the Forest below and he
       tries to lose the ravens in the forest, but he is finding it
       difficult, and careens into some bushes and ignobly and rolls
       into his human form, fully healing his terrible wounds all over
       his body, even as the ravens arrive renew their bloody assault
       all over him, Talidaar commits to a plan and works through the
       pain. He retrieves his yellow feather of Chislev; elsewhere on
       his bandolier is the bark of an oak from his forest.
       The bloody ravens are pecking and tearing holes in his skin,
       ripping at the sinew on the backs of his hands, the flesh of his
       cheeks, and Talidaar’s nose is being pecked to pieces.  Blood
       drips down from his face, it is pandemonium as he prays, makes
       the ritualistic somatic gestures as he speaks the verbal words
       that cast the spell- Talidaar’s body becomes covered entirely by
       Tree bark. (Talidaar’s Level is such that he is well protected
       with Barkskin for a long time.) Solace, at last. The Raven pecks
       and tries to get to his eyes, but they find no joy. He has
       effectively become impervious to their ravings.  He is safe, for
       the moment. Talidaar starts walking and has to bat them away.
       Talidaar no longer stands still. He travels south, secure that
       he is protected. Talidaar walks on as the ravens fly up, but not
       away. Many line the path he is taking, in the trees, just
       looking at him as he lumbers by. It’s unnerving to see all of
       these glowing eyes looking back at him in the night.
       Well, Talidaar has never been savaged like that before. The last
       few minutes still seem so unreal. Great, Talidaar had just
       looked up. Now they are circling him high above.
       Talidaar weighs this experience against the only other recent
       humbling experience recently. In the fight against the Mad
       Titans. That was something altogether different. This is black
       and evil contamination. He wonders if the same thing happened to
       his son and the Grand Druid. Talidaar finishes that thought as
       he contemplates the unthinkable if the Hierophant of Southern
       Forest becomes corrupted, that might well doom us all.  Talidaar
       asks How did whoever it is that did this find me and do this?
       Talidaar answers his own question. They followed him from Castle
       Eastwatch. Could he be any more obvious? Can this be the work of
       this dark cult Dragonhelm spoke of with some worried trepidation
       in his voice?
       Talidaar filters out the raven’s chatter and allows all of his
       senses to come alive. Talidaar connects its roots into the
       mycelium network of the surrounding forest. The information
       download is nearly overwhelming. He interprets the different
       pulses of biochemistry. Analyzing an infinite amount of
       information, He disconnects immediately. The corruption has
       spread here as well; his query may just move that area of
       corruption to this one just because I asked a question through
       the net. He can even smell the corruption now. Before now, this
       was just a formality to keep the Emperor happy, and thereby
       keeping my wife and children safe during their stay in Gwynned.
       But now, these evil bastards have Talidaar's full attention.
       Talidaar vows to end this disease before it spreads even more.
       All of a sudden, A sound shrieks out of the night from behind
       him. This thing is corporeal; he can hear it in the woods. It
       was like a screech from the Abyss… Talidaar looks up at the
       ravens in the Trees, just eerily watching him from their
       perches, while others are looking to see what is coming.
       Talidaar hears now. The thing is moving in the darkness as it
       lets off another gut-wrenching screech that chills Talidaar to
       his bones. Talidaar begins to feel stupid for just standing here
       waiting, so he begins to run, as well as he can in his Barkskin
       condition. (Not very fast.) Talidaar can feel vibrations in the
       earth under his feet, it's at least 1500 pounds, what the hells…
       Then the thought descends upon him. The Knight Commander said as
       much earlier tonight. It screeches again, and there is no
       mistaking, it is getting closer.
       He can hear it tearing through the forest now, moving fast. It's
       headed straight for him.
       *The collective noun for a group of ravens is a conspiracy of
       ravens; a unkindness of ravens is also accepted parlance.
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       429 AC Hierophant of Chislev vol. II Story One: The Blackthorn C
       onspiracy Chapter Four: Hunted
       By: Dungeon Master Date: September 17, 2025, 3:56 am
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       [center]
       Hierophant of Chislev
       vol. II
       Story One: The Blackthorn Conspiracy
       Chapter Four: Hunted[/center]
       429 AC
       Eleventhmonth
       Late Autumn Dark
       Western Ansalon
       Southern Ergoth
       Just South Last Gaard Mountains
       North of the Elder Wood
       Talidaar steps into a nearby suitable-sized tree and type, and
       steps inside of it, passing through the root systems.
       The beast rushes through the woods, searching for its prey. It
       is not making noise now; Its other senses compensate. It runs
       through the area, following where the scent ends and where else
       it could be. It is through in its search. The Arctic Owlbear
       starts digging at places he has been, and Talidaar starts to
       hurry through the wooden tunnel that he is passing through. It
       is getting closer. The creature looks like a cross between a
       snowy owl and a polar bear. Both the creature’s fur and feathers
       are a snowy-white, while the claws and beak are both black.
       Yellow, glowing eyes look forward from the rounded head.
       An arctic owlbear’s coat ranges in color from pure white to a
       dirty white/grey. A fully grown male can stand as tall as 12
       feet and weigh 2,500 lbs. Arctic owlbears, as with normal
       owlbears, attack prey — any creature bigger than a mouse — on
       sight, always fighting to the death. They slash with claws and
       beak, trying to grab their prey and rip it apart.
       Suddenly, the Arctic Owlbear stops, rears up, and listens.
       Talidaar listens too. He once again reaches out ahead in the
       wood root system and hears several approaching from two miles
       away. They are running this way. Talidaar recognizes his son’s
       steps. The Arctic Owlbear sniffs the air and goes back down on
       all fours. It calls out in the night air that eerie abyssal
       screeching, and then is off on its way toward the incoming prey.
       It passes overhead and is off into the woods, and Talidaar
       sighs. He cannot let it attack Nebris and the Grand Druid. Once
       he reaches the next tree and steps out in wolf form, Talidaar
       chases after the Arctic Owlbear, now afraid for his son.
       Talidaar turns back into his half-elf form and yells at the
       Arctic Owlbear. It stops and turns, and looks at the half-elf.
       Ravens fly overhead. The beast bounds towards the lone figure;
       the ravens are circling.  Talidaar shapeshifts into a large
       grizzly bear and meets the beast in battle. Talidaar's claws rip
       into its hide, and black, corrupted blood spills forth. The
       Arctic Owlbear is larger and shrieks its abyssal scream of hate.
       A scream that echoes through the woods brings Grand Druid Wren
       Darkfeather and the others of her party to a stop and assess. A
       brutal fight is going on, a grizzly bear by the sound of it.
       Wren says, “There are no grizzly bears in the Elderwood.”
       
       Nebris gets a bad feeling and starts running toward the fray.
       “It’s my father.”
       The Grand Druid Wren and her ghost tribe follow Nebris in the
       woods.
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       429 AC Hierophant of Chislev vol. II Story One: The Blackthorn C
       onspiracy Chapter Five:  Grand Druid Wren Darkfeather 
       By: Dungeon Master Date: March 1, 2026, 12:23 am
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       [center]Hierophant of Chislev
       vol. II
       Story One: The Blackthorn Conspiracy
       Chapter Five Grand Druid Wren Darkfeather  [/center]
       The sounds had been horrendous to listen to for Nebris; every
       time the Grizzly yelled out in pain, it only made Nebris run
       faster. Listening to the sheer savagery of the loud crashing and
       violent thrashing into creaking trees and rolling into bushes in
       the last mile was just crazy to hear. Their minds could hardly
       wrap around what was happening, but it was terrible. The shrieks
       from the owlbear have been constant and horrifying.
       When Nebris, Grand Druid Wren, and her Ghost Tribe finally come
       upon the scene of shocking violence between a large, badly
       bloodied grizzly bear and a clearly corrupted arctic owlbear.
       For black blood is freely flowing from wounds all across its
       neck and chest onto the white body of the arctic owlbear. Wren's
       animals, a red fox Sero by her side, and her eagle, Tana, is the
       air, looking for a way to help Wren.
       The beast’s head tilts and turns, and its large yellow eyes gaze
       in the newcomers' direction, its asymmetrical hearing already
       pegs their approach, though, clearly not all of them. Its
       momentary distraction and hesitation are its downfall.
       As Nebris and the Grand Druid are instantly shapeshifting into
       Grizzly Bears as well and running toward the owlbear. Before
       they arrive, there is a thunderclap and a flash of blinding
       flash of lighting. What the bears see when they arrive is a
       smoking hole in the seared and smoking chest of the owlbear.
       It twitches its last hateful jerks and expires before their
       eyes. They turn to see a fully healed Talidaar, bearing a
       twisted cypress wood staff. Cervidae antlers are affixed at the
       its head; it is known as the Staff of the Hierophant
       “Thank you for your distraction. He was starting to win, and I
       wanted to end it.”
       “Before I got involved,” Nebris finishes.
       Talidaar tells his son, “That was my intention.” Talidaar turns
       to the Kagonesti woman and tells her, “Grand Druid,  it is good
       to finally see you again. We clearly have a lot to talk about.”
       Wren nods to the Hierophant and takes a closer look at the
       owlbear. The bolt cauterized much of the neck and chest and
       burned away some of the evidence; there was enough black blood
       for the druids to use in an investigation. Wren is satisfied
       that they have enough. “We can ask the root system where this
       black bile originated from.”
       “Excellent. Nebris, if you don’t mind, keeping an eye on those
       Ravens. They are working for somebody; they attacked me when I
       left Castle Eastwatch. looking back, I think they wear watching
       me when I was talking with the Knights, I did not think about it
       at the time, but on reflection, whoever is watching us tied to
       kill me twice, once with a conspiracy of possessed Ravens, the
       other was this owlbear.”
       Nebris casts his eyes skyward and tells his father, “We noticed
       an increase in the ravens flying about but did not think it to
       be malicious.”
       Talidaar tells his son to take another look at his robe.
       Nebris can see it now, hundreds of holes poked into his robes.
       Talidaar’s robe is soaked with blood flow, front and back.
       Nebris asks his father. “Are you okay?”
       Talidaar exhales a small sigh and answers, “Yes, I can’t say
       that I enjoyed the experience. It’s something that is going to
       stay with me for a while.”
       Grand Druid Wren looks over Talidaar’s robe. Ravens from South
       Ergoth did this?
       “I’m afraid so.  Somebody would have to be extraordinarily
       powerful to do this, to command so many, to use so many for
       eyes.”
       Wren closes her eyes and is still waiting for the information
       from the root system to come back.
       Talidaar decides to venture a question to the Grand Druid. “I
       have to ask, though I take no joy in it, Do you know who is
       killing the Crown’s surveyors from Northern Ergoth?”
       Wren opens her eyes and answers,” Though I have met several of
       such men, I have also come across their remains. I was not the
       cause of their fall, but I do not mourn their passing. I
       declared that they not to enter the Elderwood, there are those
       that do not accept any natural right this “emperor” says he has
       over this land.”
       “The difference being he has an army and the Solamnics of
       Northern Ergoth will join the invasion force, it is inevitable.”
       The Grand Druid returns, “The Knights want Southern Ergoth for
       themselves.”
       Talidaar answers, “I don’t disagree, but the Knighthood would
       have had to drop so low as to be responsible for the surveyor
       deaths. They intimate it appears like Kagonesti attacks. “
       One among the Ghost Tribe of Kagonesti, following Wren,
       states,”We had nothing to do with these attacks.”
       Talidaar accepts this and says, “But you are being implicated, I
       need to find out who really killed them, I ask for your help.”
       
       Wren asks,  “Why are you so interested in these deaths? What are
       they to you?”
       Talidaar relates his situation: “My daughter Las has purchased a
       house in Gwynned, my sister has a Gladiator School in Gwynned,
       and while my Wife and I have been away fighting in Khur, I sent
       my younger children to stay with Las. Now my wife and other
       daughter have gone to spend the winter with Las and our children
       in Gwynned. All of a sudden, nearly all of my family is in
       Gwynned.
       In a visit earlier this fall, I was called upon after being seen
       at a party. I was summoned to the Emperor and asked if I could
       look into the matter. I told him I had to fight a war in Khur,
       but after that, I would agree to take on the duty. There was a
       subtle remark that the Emperor mentioned; he indicated that it
       was he who gave his sister a special dispensation to run one of
       the schools.
       It was sometime during that conversation that I realized he has
       power over my family at the moment, the power to protect them,
       or not to. I know I am going to get my family away from there as
       soon as possible, but I told him I would do it.  I plan to see
       that through, no matter what.”
       “I will help you, Dad,  even if it’s for geopolitical reasons,
       and our family is basically hostages for the emperor. How did
       this happen again?
       Talidaar answers, “I sent the kids with Las to be completely out
       of danger. Wydara was already there.” He address the Grand
       Druid,  I will follow your lead Grand Druid, on what you think
       needs to happen for Southern Ergoth, but there are other forces,
       that are going to raise large hosts to settle their issue, It’s
       not ordained, its not Ergoth’s special right, I mean it was
       their land, but it was spilt apart during the Cataclysim, it has
       a right to it own determination, but the fact remains, these
       hosts will press their issue, and I hope you agree, there is a
       way to find compromise, a way to protect the Elderwood.
       We could repopulate the northern reaches of the island with
       woods, and an agreement that if they rotate and regrow, a Druid
       will come here and form symbiotic relations can be formed, and
       reinforce the peace. We cede the Stone Mountain to the Knights,
       and Eastwatch, some additional holdings on Zhea Harbor,  Redic
       VI will want Daltigoth, and access to Zhea Harbor and the new
       forests we could create, and we make sure they follow the
       agreement to stay out of the Elderwood. That’s my opening pitch.
       ”
       The Grand Druid has been following along; she rocks her head
       back and forth, as if she is really thinking about what the
       Half-Elf is suggesting. She nods. This is agreeable terms to me,
       but they won't be to others in the forest. The root system comes
       back with the information. Wren interprets that "The corruption
       began north of Zhea Harbor. That's where it all started on the
       island.”
       Talidaar nods. We will have to check that out. He feels
       emboldened and tells them, “It will be up to us to convince them
       otherwise and test if there might be ways we could convince
       them. Are any of these people that might have something to do
       with the surveyor’s deaths?”
       Grand Druid Wren considers his question, and she speaks
       kagonesti to the Ghost Tribe. Talidaar and Nebris understand the
       kagonesti question. They also understand their answer. The Ghost
       Tribe huddled, and they nodded to one another, and one among
       them raised up and answered, ”The Shadow Circle.”
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