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Muddy Little Wings [DM, please!]


Teague knew all of the rules. That is to say, he knew most of them, but those he hadn't yet learned were beyond his comprehension and therefore beyond his concern. He made his way through the brush, barefoot as always, his quiet footfalls each carefully placed so as to avoid drawing any attention or doing any harm to his exposed soles. Sometimes he would remain motionless for what felt to him, a being that craved motion and action, to be years. Out here in the woods he'd yet learned to name, he felt somehow at rest, despite the innumerable dangers that no doubt surrounded his small and fragile self.

His decision to come here had been impulsive. His reasons reckless. His manner immaculately thoughtful, planned, prepared. He carried with him everything that his recollection taught him necessary; his blanket, his knives (one wrought of iron), his bow and arrows. More importantly, Teague carried his flute, a bottle of blackberry wine, a jar of salt and a strip of red ribbon. He felt confident that he was ready to escape any fight that might have arisen out here, amid the low brush and well away from the safety of civil company. But a fight wasn't why he was here. Teague was searching for the fey.

It was dawn and the sunlight had yet to pierce the treetop canopy in full. His surrounds were case in that eerie blue of the first near-hour of morning, dulled by the shadows that stretched on all around. He would not confess it, not even within the relative solitude of his mind, but the tiny creature felt some trepidation as he made his way through the shrubbery. Although he would often appear stupid, Teague was not naive. He knew well that he could be ripped limb from limb or worse, he could be made into one of the wretched reflections of noble wolves that he felt certain must know he had entered their wildlands.

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He pressed on through the woods until he came to what he thought would show him the way. The great shell of an ancient oak stood to the heavens before him, infinitely monstrous and gnarled. Down the centre spanned a crack, revealing the hollow innards. He didn't understand the secluded paths, but he felt certain that they must exist - the oldest tales and songs said so. And by his suspicions, this was one.

The halfling made his way forward slowly, hesitantly. Crossing to the oak required entering a small clearing, exposing him fully to the eyes of whatever might have been watching. A risk, he knew. One hand clutched the iron dagger he had brought, the other the bottle of wine. His eyes were never still for an instant, scanning his surrounds. Teague placed the bottle in the very "doorway" of the opening, then he retreated back, watching and waiting for whatever response may have come.

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Re: Muddy Little Wings [DM, please!]


(Formulating a reply. Or I'll catch you in-game! What time-frame are you usually on?)

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