Tormeron's events: the Stories

It's happy hour, the alcohol is flowing. It's time to pull up a tankard of ale, bottle of wine for the ladies and regail tales of heroism and grandeur.

Topic/Postby Gergel » 11 Mar 2015, 12:48

It had been one week since the exhausting four-day trek through the western and northern parts of Northrend. When people re-gathered in Crystalsong Forest, it was with a considerably greater enthusiasm. After all, there had been plenty of time for rest and recuperate.

Chepi was back with more explosives. Serendipity was still present and even with twenty percent more snark, but also with considerably fewer purple firebirds: namely none. Clara was missing, probably had her soul stolen by a gnome and was now working endlessly and tirelessly in that saronite mine in the middle of Icecrown. And Aroona so very uncharacteristically took up extreme treehugging and swearing like a sailor.

With such a positive outlook it was no wonder that everything went smoothly. Arthuron's Adventurers wandered down the stream which started from Icecrown walls. They enjoyed the fabulous sights of the river. Some skeletons on its shore (dead and immobile, not the kind to walk around, or try to hit people, or ask riddles). A wolf in the distance, who busied itself with walking endlessly in circles. There was a stag that Aroona flirted heavily with. Lilandris really needs to join these expeditions more often and keep an eye on her wife, otherwise Roo might end up running away with some random deer, panther, bear or eagle. Probably not with a walrus, but you never know...

There was also a small whirlpool in the middle of the river. This was different from all the other nearby whirlpools (of fish) because a flower started to grow out of it.

Expressions of "awwwwh, how cute" quickly turned into expressions of "what the fel is going on, aargh aargh aargh my flesh, my precious soft flesh!!!" when the flower grew bigger and bigger. And bigger. Until it was the size of a small tree. Then it started throwing its razor-sharp leaves at the nearby people, tried to wrap them into its roots, and was all-in-all a very unfriendly weed.

The general consensus was that this phiendish philodendron (as Serendipity so eloquently described it) was probably something created by spilloff from Dalaran which was hanging just overhead. Either that, or the curse of Adrenus. Adrenus was nowhere in sight, but his curse lingered...

Several group members tried their own methods of dealing with the dastardly dandelion. Serendipity, for example, poked it with her staff, which did not have much of an effect so she tried an arcane blast which also did not have much of an effect. Chepi tried an immolation spell. Thelarwen, of course, applied the edge of her trusty sword, as well as her necromantic magic which was supposed to make the rowdy rose wither but instead caused it to merely change colour. And, instead of the first stalk being horribly destroyed, another grew beside the first.

Serendipity then tore a page from Chepi's book (not literally, there was no actual book-defacement going on) and shot a rocket at the horrible hortensia. This had the effect of blowing up one of the two bloomin' blooms and enraging the other, which shot more of its very sharp and strong leaves at the group. Fortunately no one was injured. Except everyone's pride. They can't even kill a demented daisy?!

All of a sudden the remaining gargantuan gerbera began to wither and shrink, and in a few moments disappeared entirely underground. That was unnerving. More unnerving was the not-quite-dead piece of plantlife that remained from the clobbering clover that Serendipity had blown up with her rocket. It began to wriggle and tried to replant itself in the river bottom. Thelarwen would have none of that, thank you very much, so she waded into the water to pick the piece up. The lily became quite livid from that. It decided that since Thel stopped it from attaching itself to the ground, it would pick the next best place, which was the death knight's helmet. After some struggling it was quite firmly stuck and Thel probably looked quite odd with a big wriggling plant on top of her head.

At first the horrendous hyacinth seemed to settle down and not cause much trouble, but the bliss was quickly shattered by it starting to shoot its leaves at Chepi and others once again. Also, having Thel go through the rest of her unlife with an immense iris on top of her head was probably also somewhat inconvenient. So, "off it comes" was decided.

Thelarwen chilled. Which is to say, she began to freeze her body with her spells, growing colder and colder. This in turn began to slow the petulant petunia. Serendipity added a frost spell of her own, while Ajulae tried to detach the plant by prying with her sword.

Florence Silsbury apparently decided that having a tremendous tulip permanently attached to Thelarwen's head was not one of her favourite outlooks for the future. So she lit a small vial of oil on fire and tossed it at the dying plant. It screeched and burned. And that might have been that...

But, sadly, Aroona decided just then that it was time to truly start following the teachings of her druid mentors and take up militant high-powered industrial-strength treehugging. Working quite to the contrary to everyone else's efforts, she did her best to nourish the dying hostile hibiscus with her magic. No good deed goes unpunished, or so the saying goes, and Aroona was rewarded for her generosity by the flower swallowing her whole. Aroona responded with a hard and extremely uncharacteristic swearword.

The violent violet chewed and digested her a bit. Was Aroona destined to become fertilizer? The others did not want to find out and did their best to smash the stalk. Fortunately Aroona was spat out after a bit of withering from more of Thelarwen deadly spells of death and decay, drew an inelegant arc across the entire river, and landed on the other shore.

Because there was no need to hold back anymore, everyone went all-out with spells and explosives. Thelarwen was the next one to get swallowed by the nasty nightshade. Unlike Aroona, the death knight was most pleased with that turn of events because this allowed her to attack it it from the inside with all manner of nasty spells and abilities. To Aroona's immense sadness and anger the cranky camomile was obliterated with extreme prejudice.

(Aroona and Arthuron must surely have been somehow switched, stirred and mixed up. The usually-treehugging Arthuron was all for killing the plant. And Aroona who usually causes mayhem, death and destruction when her friends are in danger, this time wanted nothing more than to save and cuddle with the deadly thing. Even when it was trying to eat Thel's head.)

After a big wet boom (or rather a splorch) produced by the massive mad myrtle being mulched, the forest went quiet. A small scrap of paper floated down from where the splorch had thrown it. Apparently the parchment had been contained within the funky flower until the explosion. Serendipity inspected it with interest. It looked like a part of a spell that was aimed to empower live flowers to withstand any and all kind of external influences - burn it and it becomes fireproof, cut it and it develops a thick skin, that sort of thing. Why would the flower become hostile at that was anyone's guess.

The group took a deep breath. It was beginning to rain. They stomped a little bit on the remains of the plant (while Aroona was all "Oh noes! You terrible horrible people! You killed the sweet, nice flower that was only trying to gently and lovingly cut you into pieces and smash you into a pulp!") and then eventually moved on towards the crystalline trees in the distance, where they had originally been heading before encountering the obnoxious orchid.

To no one's great surprise, they encountered Joe the skeleton (and his ghoul gang)! He was being his usual friendly self and explained how he had wandered to this crystalised forest to do some sightseeing.

He also presented a riddle for old times' sake. No threats of "fail to answer and be killed" this time. Just a casual quiz. "What can you add and add and only make it stronger, it has no roots and is around us here? Plants marvel at it. Humans cherish it." There was a bit of discussion and the general agreement presented by Aroona was that the answer was "light". That turned out to be correct. Sadly no one won anything (other than Joe's approval).

Once Joe wandered away, the group gathered around a crystaline tree. Someone knocked on its trunk. The tree knocked back. Someone else tried knocking. The tree knocked back. And so on. But apparently because the time was late and the rain had become quite heavy, this strange knocking tree was not scrutinized for much longer. And so the group drifted apart for this week.
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