The Moonhart Mother Tree.
Serenguard Nairheim is here. He wields a sun-crested claymore of golden steel with both hands. Sairya Starfall is here. She wields a harmonious flame-red mandolin in her left hand. Leaf Dancer Finnley is here, shrouded. She wields a forestal violin decorated with chimes in her left hand and a basic wooden kite shield in her right. Wandering Serenguard, Turnus Rhaal is here.
You see exits leading north, south, and through a vined stairway.
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The footsteps blithely follow in Finnley and Sairya's wake.
Nairheim leaves to the south.
Finnley blinks.
Turnus peers at Finnley unscrupulously.
Finnley blushes furiously.
Turnus tells you, "The heck was that about footsteps?"
Leaf Dancer Finnley says, "Hello?"
You tell Wandering Serenguard, Turnus Rhaal, "May be the goddess playing about."
invoke indigo
Pressing your hands together before you, you concentrate on your third eye chakra. An indigo glow suffuses your forehead and reveals that which is hidden from sight.
You have recovered equilibrium.
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Leaf Dancer Finnley says, "Is there someone here with us?"
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Turnus tells you, "Ahh."
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Softly, an unseen voice begins to hum a little tune, coming from somewhere near Sairya's shoulder.
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Finnley tilts her head and listens intently.
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Sairya ponders the situation.
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Speaking in a low growl, Wandering Serenguard, Turnus Rhaal says, "Besides the 30-some guards who are most likely bored, and the witchen folk we got running 'round?"
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"Shh!" says Finnley, putting a finger to her lips.
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Deadly seriously, you say, "It must be a snipe. Hold very still."
With a flourish, you slip a time worn katana into an elegant vine-wrapped scabbard.
Finnley tilts her head and listens intently.
You begin to wield a Mallet of Forging in your left hand.
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With great curiosity, a voice asks, "What on earth is a snipe?"
You say, "It's like a jabberwocky, but without as many legs."
Speaking in a low growl, Wandering Serenguard, Turnus Rhaal says, "Its a great beast of Legend all Serenguard have to hunt down and slay to join the tribe."
Turnus nods his head at you.
The voice says happily, "I think I have fewer legs than a jabberwocky."
Leaf Dancer Finnley says, "Hello there. May I ask who you are?"
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You call out through your bond, urging a fierce timberwolf to return to you.
Sairya Starfall says, "Dear voice, may I inquire as to who sits upon mine shoulder?"
A fierce timberwolf rushes in quickly, circling you briefly before settling at your side.
You say to a fierce timberwolf, "Find the snipe."
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The sun reaches the zenith of the firmament, pausing in his quest to allow the land to bask in his shining golden rays.
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You say, "Shh, be very very quiet."
You cease wielding a Mallet of Forging in your left hand.
With a flourish, you draw a time worn katana from an elegant vine-wrapped scabbard.
say We're hunting snipe.
Laughingly, the voice proclaims, "You're hunting snipes!"
You say, "We're hunting snipe."
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You nod your head emphatically.
order wolf move north
With a low growl, a fierce timberwolf pads out to the north.
You use your bond with a fierce timberwolf to make it move to a shaded woodland.
Finnley smiles softly.
Comprehension flashes across Sairya's face.
Sairya giggles happily.
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The bright sun shines down upon you.
You have emoted: Akui stands on her tip toes and quietly steps about the Mother Tree.
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Sairya gives Finnley a peck on the cheek.
Sairya Starfall says to Finnley, "I'll be back soon dear, I promise."
Finnley blinks.
Finnley nods her head at Sairya.
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A sudden commotion in the underbrush moves away tauntingly to the north.
Sairya leaves to the north.
You say, "Oh!"
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A shaded woodland.
Hackles risen, a fierce timberwolf prowls about here. Sairya Starfall is here. She wields a harmonious flame-red mandolin in her left hand.
You see exits leading south and northwest.
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Sairya's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.
The voice laughs, "Any snipe here?"
You say, "We need a wackier trap."
Sairya giggles happily at you.
A shadow creeps across the ground, shaped something between that of a beaver and a platypus.
Turnus arrives from the south.
You lay a springtrap trap to the south.
Turnus grins mischievously at you.
You say, "I'll lay this sprintrap to the south."
You say, "And then, put an anvil to fall on them!"
The voice asks, "Will it send the snipe flying into the sea?"
The beaver-platypus shadow creeps towards the south slowly.
Sairya giggles happily.
You ponder for a moment and say "Hrm..."
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Carpet of ivy.
You see exits leading northeast, southeast, and west.
You lay a deadfall trap to the southeast.

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A shaded woodland.
Hackles risen, a fierce timberwolf prowls about here. Sairya Starfall is here. She wields a harmonious flame-red mandolin in her left hand.
You see exits leading south and northwest.

You snort and snuffle at the air, sensing through the ridiculous nose upon your face the faint traces of others in the surrounding area.
You make out the scent of Sairya coming from a shaded woodland.
You make out the scent of Finnley coming from the Moonhart Mother Tree.
You make out the scent of Turnus coming from the Moonhart Mother Tree.
You make out the scent of Nairheim coming from The Frosted Snowflake.

Sairya Starfall smiles softly and looks about and nods, "If I may suggest a more quiet place, I have a manse that is fairly quiet to speak within if you are ok with that Ma'am."

The bright sun shines down upon you.

You tell Wandering Serenguard, Turnus Rhaal, "Come north, quickly!"

Turnus arrives from the south.
Turnus springs a trap and is tossed violently out of the room towards the northwest.

Finnley blinks.

You say, "Apparently, Turnus is a snipe."

You nod your head emphatically.

Turnus tells you, "I'm going to kill you."

Finnley gives a trillingly melodic laugh.
Sairya giggles happily.
Applause echoes through the forest.
The voice laughs, "Bravo!"
Turnus tells you, "I don't ******* have any cures."
Leaf Dancer Finnley says, "We really should exhibit him."
Leaf Dancer Finnley says, "He's rather rare."
You say, "Erk, would one of you happen to be a healer?"
Turnus arrives from the northwest.
Finnley shakes her head.
You say, "The snipe doesn't have cures."
The voice says politely, "I believe he is fine."
With a flourish, Turnus draws a loboshigaru rapier from a wooden scabbard.
You beam broadly.
With a flourish, Turnus draws a loboshigaru rapier from a wooden scabbard.
Finnley pats Turnus in a friendly manner.
You say, "Uh oh."
Sairya Starfall says, "Not anymore I'm afraid."
You easily vault onto the back of Ma'arra, manticore pridelord.
You say, "Away!"
Ma'arra, manticore pridelord flaps its wings a few times and lifts you into the skies.
Flying above a shaded woodland.
Ephemeral visions of the virtue of Perseverance slip through your mind, small whispers of the power of the Hunt echoing in your ears and indicating a war shrine of Charune nearby. The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth.

Turnus tells you, "It's times like this I wish I had a throwing knife!"
Turnus tells you, "I hate you so much."