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7/3/2025, 3:00:43 PM
''I shall agree to this pact.'' There was much to be gained from such a pact, or at least to be secured. A pact with the fae shall keep the deepwoods tame, the ranger safer and you in a better position.
The White Stag, Aran-Arasso, let out a cry of jubilation.
''Then we are in agreement, and for that I am glad. In the past, our worlds have lived together peacefully, and so it shall be for the new era.'' For the first time since you met him, the Whit Stag seems to be in a state of proper happiness.
''Would you be willing to meet me again with more witnesses so we can put that pact in writing?'' you asked.
The Stag laughed. ''Put it in writing. I had forgotten you do that, but yes, I shall do that. If it seals the deal, I shall do it with utmost gladness. But we of the Sylvan Glades have our own customs concerning the sealing of the deal. As I am the one to come bargaining with you, it is only right that I shall be the one to gift you.''
He turned back into his druid form, reached into his pocket, and produced from it an amulet. Though it lacked a chain from which to hang it, you were impressed with the workmanship of the silver casing and the green gems laid upon it; placed in the middle was a pure white tree.
''This amulet is a mark of my favour; you and your horse may travel freely across my domains, and those who would still oppose shall face my wrath.''
The druid transformed into his stag form once more as he prepared to depart. But not before walking over to Wittekind, who greeted his fellow whitecoat with a derisive snort.
''I suppose I should give thee something as well, steadfast mount, so that thou mayst serve thy master with even greater efficiency.''
The stag bowed his head before the horse, and his antlers lit up. For a moment you saw small lights of energy before they dissipated.
''Well, I am in no need of your gift, you oversized elk. The water here might be good, but your fodder is some of the worst I have ever tasted.'' A voice, boastful and proud, replied. For a moment, you thought someone else had joined in on the conversation, and someone had. It would seem you are now the proud owner of a talking horse!
>You made my horse talk?
>I can't go into Rittersbach with a talking horse.
>I really am done with the supernatural.
>Write-in
The White Stag, Aran-Arasso, let out a cry of jubilation.
''Then we are in agreement, and for that I am glad. In the past, our worlds have lived together peacefully, and so it shall be for the new era.'' For the first time since you met him, the Whit Stag seems to be in a state of proper happiness.
''Would you be willing to meet me again with more witnesses so we can put that pact in writing?'' you asked.
The Stag laughed. ''Put it in writing. I had forgotten you do that, but yes, I shall do that. If it seals the deal, I shall do it with utmost gladness. But we of the Sylvan Glades have our own customs concerning the sealing of the deal. As I am the one to come bargaining with you, it is only right that I shall be the one to gift you.''
He turned back into his druid form, reached into his pocket, and produced from it an amulet. Though it lacked a chain from which to hang it, you were impressed with the workmanship of the silver casing and the green gems laid upon it; placed in the middle was a pure white tree.
''This amulet is a mark of my favour; you and your horse may travel freely across my domains, and those who would still oppose shall face my wrath.''
The druid transformed into his stag form once more as he prepared to depart. But not before walking over to Wittekind, who greeted his fellow whitecoat with a derisive snort.
''I suppose I should give thee something as well, steadfast mount, so that thou mayst serve thy master with even greater efficiency.''
The stag bowed his head before the horse, and his antlers lit up. For a moment you saw small lights of energy before they dissipated.
''Well, I am in no need of your gift, you oversized elk. The water here might be good, but your fodder is some of the worst I have ever tasted.'' A voice, boastful and proud, replied. For a moment, you thought someone else had joined in on the conversation, and someone had. It would seem you are now the proud owner of a talking horse!
>You made my horse talk?
>I can't go into Rittersbach with a talking horse.
>I really am done with the supernatural.
>Write-in
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