Tír Na NÓg

[*Midnight]

Emila listens to the tale.

"Rage caused them to rush at you heedlessly. Pride made their champion challenge you. Pity stayed your hand when you could have ended this. Emotions and passions again the downfall of you all. You need not be shackled by them. I can show you, join us. Embrace the death that will come for you."

She does not answer Aleflea's question yet. She has "enlightenment" to preach.

[*Selebius]

"Closing it is the option that is best for the Cage. I cannot see any justice in helping either sides."

The woman thinks, tugging on her mask. "Can it be done? Closing it off?"

[*Krayt]

The namer nodded sagelike in agreement as Emila spoke clearly impressed with the perception of her peer. "With so many obstacles the suffering and falsehood just spins around a endless wheel."

Caillfhessa stroked his beard and furrowed his brow in consideration. His broad face turned to Emila. "Wisdom in your oration pale one. But there was an omittance. The desire of freedom that break the bonds. The urge to convince me now."

Aleflea spoke to Xar as the dustmen spoke to the Firbolg. "Methinks yes, the Sídhe can be forced to close it from the realm of Morrígan. In their own mound."

[*Selebius]

"So we have to go there... close the portal and find a way back on our own?"

[*Midnight]

Emila nods.

Truely my sense of duty to others is a short coming that stops my own transcendence. Let it not be in vain though. Let me help you."

[*Mander]

Mashano listens to the tales distractedly, mind fixed on the magnificent lich they'd run into before all this. He would do all within his power to help such an ascended being, in hopes of recieving favor and perhaps assistance with his own journey along the Pale Path.


"Yes, I would lend any aid I can as well." He bends his knees a bit, popping and cracking from standing in one place for so long.

[*Krayt]

"Not so. You have to vanquish the Sídhe or convince them to cease luring your people into our realm." Aleflea explained to Xar.

"It is a trait that will be tested and trialed on our path to the Sídhe mound. You must guard it well." Caillfhessa advised the dustmen.

Aleflea hopped up standing the grassy round height looking up at the boughs above them. "It has been long until time but time it is." Strumming his harp in a plaintive melody.

"O home kept aneath loam
for sad loun our droumy dome
loon ye entomb in thy womb
whom til doom so dreary toom
nay be gloom 'cause we roam
O home"

In a cascade of water the tree collapsed over them and darkness fell as the light it produced vanished with it. Their feet was surrounded by a rising water level. There was a Heavy rainfall and a roaring din of streaming water from above. The earten cupe above them start to give way.

"Come lest a flume be yer doom!" Aleflea urged as he leaped into a hole at the top the hill where the base of the tree had been. Cailfhessa started to charge up the hill. "There is a gate down there but brace yourself for a long fall"

[*Selebius]

"...."

Xar glares at the creature as the tree collapses but then she hurries to find the exit, knowing that it might be the only way out. Thinking about what she had learned she stumbles over the now unstable ground.

[*Krayt]

There is chaos darkness and confusion as eart begin to stream down the rock wall surrounding them.

"This way. Get down!" They hear Caillfhessa roar standing at the hole where the bole of the tree had been.

They can hear the namer asking in a semi panicing tone. "Fall?! What does he mean by that? For how long and how far?"

[*Selebius]

"I guess we will find out", Xar hisses, then braces herself for what will come, taking a deep breath.