The Elf of Stone

Feldard did not understand the words between Hasan and the other, and distrusting, took the slight opening of the door not so much as an invitation but as further potential for attack. He roughly shouldered Hasan out of the way of the opening to prevent the elf from being a casualty while he strode forward to the door. Gripping his axe ready in one hand he pulled the door open with the other, revealing to all what lay behind. “Show yourself!”

“Ooof.” Hasan thudded against the narrow walls of the passage, as Feldard barreled past him. Once he regained his balance, Hasan quickly ran through the words and gestures he had studied to unleash a magic missile. He then stepped forward to greet their unseen host, and hopefully prevent the dwarf from getting them into trouble.

Hands spread wide with palms facing forward, in what he hoped would be seen as a peaceful gesture, Hasan intoned the most formal of the Elya’s ritual greetings, “May the sun shine on your land, the water run clear, and peace rule ever after.”

Saeth shook her head at the Dwarf’s rudeness, though she supposed it was to be expected. She kept her watch toward the rear, hoping that the Elf was peacefully defusing the situation.

Miklos rolled his eyes as the Feldard blundered in with Hasan in tow. Such for the subtlety of deception. He waited a few seconds with Seath for the sickening sound of dwarfsteel breaking flesh and bone. Then he had the sinking feeling that he had no magic left to rescue the foolish dwarf.

The priest grimaced and hefted his shield up. He offered a swift prayer to Halav and strode in behind the other two, raised his shield and shook out the chain on his mace meaningfully.

In the room before them, was what could only be what Elrond had referred to as The Elf of Stone. Assuming a defensive posture, it regarded those before him. At first glance, it appeared to be some sort of animated statue of a male elf in his prime, but as it moved, it appeared that while the skin of the creature looked exactly like stone, it retained the freedom of movement and grace common to the elven race. The elf’s skin bore several wounds carved into its stony texture.

It’s eyes fell upon the jade ring worn by Hasan, and it relaxed its stance.

“Are you the Siswa they call Hasan?”



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6 responses to “The Elf of Stone

  1. Feldard (Dwf 3)

    The sight of the stone-skinned elf was a bit surprising, but after a moment Feldard lowering his axe into a merely defensive position and backed off a few steps to allow Hasan entrance. It was best to let the Siswa find out this story that Elrond spoke of and talk their way through the guardian rather than fight it. Odd notion for the dwarf, but then he was still feeling his earlier battle wounds. What the dwarf wanted most right now was a moment to sit down at an inn and quaff back and ale and then sleep for about a week. But such was not to be.

    Feldard glanced beyond the Stony Elf to the room itself, looking for other passages or exits, as Hasan answered the question. Someone had wanted in quite fervently. Why? To speak to the Elf or for some other reason? Feldard puzzled this over.

  2. Feldard (Dwf 3)

    corrections: (lowering = lowered) (quaff back AN ale)

  3. Hasan

    “Yes, I am Hasan,” replied the relieved elf, still gasping from the tension of the entry into what he feared was surely a clever snare by some living dragon sprung from a young elf’s nightmare. “And you, what may I call you? Our meeting was foretold by my great clanhead, Elrond, who has now faded into the earth. After he left, he appeared to me as if in a dream and told me to seek out an Elf of Stone, which you do seem to be.”

    Stepping forward to allow the party entry into the room, Hasan continued. “Tell me, if you can, what you know of Elrond’s end and what lies ahead and below. For know this, these brave companions of mine, as unlikely as they appear to us who know only the Peaceful Path, share my charge to seek out that which has poisoned our fair temple and animated those fallen spirits that now haunt our paths. We seek the Sisters Three that fell long ago, the Pendant of Elyas and – yes – even the Opal Eye itself

  4. Maruc (Clr 4)

    The cleric filed along the wall to allow the others entrance to the room, still wary of the strange new creature. Halav be blessed that it hadn’t attacked out of hand.

  5. Miklos (Mu 3)

    Miklos shivered as it inhuman voice entoned its words. If only he’d mastered his magecraft to such a level as to create such a marvel. It was wonderful and frightening at the same time. He stood in the doorway mesmerised by its grace. If it chose to attack he could do very little except flee so he didn’t, for the moment step beyond the threshold of the door.

  6. Saeth:
    Maruc: 10xp
    Miklos: 10xp
    Feldard: 10xp+5xp
    Hasan: 10xp+10xp

    Saeth: 8485/16000
    Maruc: 8775/12000
    Miklos: 8795/10000
    Nicolai: 8045/9600
    Feldard: 8780/8800
    Hasan: 8185/16000

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