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Kudark
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Posted: Tue, Dec 28 2010, 13:11 PM |
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Joined: 14 Dec 2009 Location: The Dark Side of the Moon
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Anyone approaching the altar of Meilikki can see vines and leaves gently brushed from the face of the altar and light footprints in the area. Nothing else is touched.
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Kudark
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Posted: Wed, Dec 29 2010, 12:57 PM |
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Joined: 14 Dec 2009 Location: The Dark Side of the Moon
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A gift of assorted berries, seeds, and edible leaves can be found for a short time (until the forest creatures make short work of it) on the small altar next to the Vibrant Tree. Nothing else is touched.
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Patience
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Posted: Wed, Dec 29 2010, 14:08 PM |
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Joined: 07 Dec 2010
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Soon enough, further gifts are left, including a small bundle of berries, nuts, and fruits, tied in an obviously-elven made silk cloth and covered with a scrap of carefully tanned leather, stitched with tiny beads to hold a beautiful decal of a wolf in the hunt. Leaving it, one might have seen a small elven woman with deep brown hair held in two braids, and carrying a carefully-carved longbow, decorated with feathers and small furred airbreaks on the strings. Lumbering beside her, a gigantic bear that she seemed quite at ease with.
Clearly, she's not trying to hide.
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Kudark
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Posted: Wed, Dec 29 2010, 16:04 PM |
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Joined: 14 Dec 2009 Location: The Dark Side of the Moon
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A human male, dressed in colors of the forest, hood pulled up, but face visible would come by. There may be a small rabbit bouncing along at his heel, seeming to enjoy the chase. He would approach the small altar and place his bow at his feet. Looking to see how his paltry gift paled beside the finely wrapped packet, so thoughtfully crafted with care, he would look down feeling slightly shamed. He would visually inspect the packet without touching anything, taking note of the details of it's making and taking a few notes in a small journal.
After retrieving his bow, the man would approach the Idol and kneel, bowing his head. Whispers lost in the breeze of sighing leaves may be heard by someone standing directly behind him. The rabbit, not caring, would nibble on frayed bootstrings, while the man prays to his new-found Goddess.
The man rises and moves to sit by the Vibrant Tree for a while, basking in its peaceful aura, silent and aware. He can be seen heading towards the crossroads, a little brown furball trailing him.
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