Bella De Boskoop (Bella enters the Material Plane)
Oct 30, 2021 23:21:15 GMT
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Post by levuka on Oct 30, 2021 23:21:15 GMT
The brooding clouds over the Evenbloom Hill mirror Bella's mood.
How dare they?
Who do they think they are?
How dare they come into her house uninvited?
Thieves ! Imbeciles ! They will rue the day that they ever came to the Feywild and crossed a De Boskoop!
What kind of halfwit leaves a map behind? (Unless of course it’s bait , One of Pombears clever little ruses).
Well there’s only one way to find out.
Sheltering from the torrential rain beneath a creaking willow tree Bella opens the dogeared map that was left behind and uses her cloak to shield it from the torrential rain, a rumble of thunder and a flash of lighting, briefly illuminate the words written in common, what a funny name, so mortal, so typical of them to try to add an element of grandeur to the senseless drudgery of their tedious little lives.
Daring Heights, well it looks like a town of sorts and not far from here if the x on the map marks the crossing, well it should be a good enough place to start looking as any.
Bella's unfolds her wings and they make a soft dull hum as she hovers south westward over waterlogged, mudpuddled lanes, muttering innumerable profanities in Sylvan.
How dare they?
Who do they think they are?
How dare they come into her house uninvited?
Thieves ! Imbeciles ! They will rue the day that they ever came to the Feywild and crossed a De Boskoop!
What kind of halfwit leaves a map behind? (Unless of course it’s bait , One of Pombears clever little ruses).
Well there’s only one way to find out.
Sheltering from the torrential rain beneath a creaking willow tree Bella opens the dogeared map that was left behind and uses her cloak to shield it from the torrential rain, a rumble of thunder and a flash of lighting, briefly illuminate the words written in common, what a funny name, so mortal, so typical of them to try to add an element of grandeur to the senseless drudgery of their tedious little lives.
Daring Heights, well it looks like a town of sorts and not far from here if the x on the map marks the crossing, well it should be a good enough place to start looking as any.
Bella's unfolds her wings and they make a soft dull hum as she hovers south westward over waterlogged, mudpuddled lanes, muttering innumerable profanities in Sylvan.
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