[ There's a very large tree. There was a dream, a song, a voice. He tips his head back and looks up, far up into the branches of the wondrous tree above and recollects. The wilderness lessons, the beauty and splendor of the natural world of the surface, all fold together in the briefest of silent prayers. He doesn't know if Mielikki survived the End of Faerûn that he had seen, in his mind's eye; maybe the End wasn't real, either.
It feels real, though. His own death certainly was. ]
Mm, I don't remember anything like this in Icewind Dale or Baldur's Gate, certainly.
[ He slips onto his toes, and finds it in himself to offer a distant, patient hand to her — an offering to help her to her feet. It's comedic that he's absolutely MUCH smaller than her!! ]
I dreamt of a song, and a voice. The end of worlds, which is far more common than most might think. Nobody was able to stave it off, it seems. What's your name, and are you going to be looking for anyone in particular among the roots?
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[ There's a very large tree. There was a dream, a song, a voice. He tips his head back and looks up, far up into the branches of the wondrous tree above and recollects. The wilderness lessons, the beauty and splendor of the natural world of the surface, all fold together in the briefest of silent prayers. He doesn't know if Mielikki survived the End of Faerûn that he had seen, in his mind's eye; maybe the End wasn't real, either.
It feels real, though. His own death certainly was. ]
Mm, I don't remember anything like this in Icewind Dale or Baldur's Gate, certainly.
[ He slips onto his toes, and finds it in himself to offer a distant, patient hand to her — an offering to help her to her feet. It's comedic that he's absolutely MUCH smaller than her!! ]
I dreamt of a song, and a voice. The end of worlds, which is far more common than most might think. Nobody was able to stave it off, it seems. What's your name, and are you going to be looking for anyone in particular among the roots?