Note: Capricious gives permission to Rengar to receive permission from Hahk'Shatara to chop down and dispose of a sacred Bloodwood tree that has been infected with an extremely dangerous and infectious blight.
Timestamp: Fall 1, 511 AV
Rengar was strolling back to The Spires, a large branch resting on his shoulders, his arms holding it in place. His lips were pursed as he whistled a Zeltivan sailor's tune, looking around for one of The Spires' many secretive stairwells. He'd found this branch deep in the forest, and figured it would make great fire wood, as it wasn't from one of the Bloodwoods. Those darned trees are such a pain to burn, full of water and even when dried, take a bit to catch a spark. At least that meant the city wasn't likely to burn up. However, he'd made a deal with the a local woodcarving shop, that if he brought all his samples of wood to them first, they'd show him some pointers in carving. They very rarely wanted any of the wood he wanted, decades of training allowing them to see what wood could become without ever setting a blade to it.
He finally spied one of the stairs, it's entryway cleverly hidden to blend in with a small bunch of trees, some sort of inedible fruit trees. He sighed though, for this wasn't one of the nice, wide stairwells, but one that was extremely narrow. He slowly shifted the branch from a both shoulders to just the right one, which significantly threw off his balance, and forced his back muscles to overcompensate to one side. He slowly started up the carved steps, struggling to lean inward toward the tree, so the branch wouldn't pull him over the side and down toward the forest floor. Slowly he worked his way up the stairs, his back muscles screaming for rest, threatening to spasm. Nearly three-quarters up, he stopped in his tracks as a Jamoura with a large, carved stick was blocking his way. "Come with me Rengar, or Garren, we have business of a most urgent manner to discuss. We'll see to it that this branch gets to where it needs to be, be it the wood shop, or your camp."
With that, the Jamoura deftly grabbed the branch as if it were a twig, and tossed it upwards, when Rengar noticed several Jamoura clinging to the tree or hanging from vines. The quickly passed the branch from one to another, before it was gone. He knew his race was incredibly strong compared to others, but these Jamoura had a strength even he found difficult to comprehend. A Jamoura handed him a vine, "Hold on to this, we need to get to somewhere a bit more private and convenient." Tentatively, Rengar grabbed the vine with one hand, then the second. He then leapt out and wrapped up both feet around it, confident that he had a good grip on the vine.
This seems like it's going to end badly brother...
Hush you, they clearly need us for something important. Maybe we'll get a nice reward, or a Kelvic woman for you.
I don't really care for those Kelvic women, too much leg and armpit hair, and they usually smell something foul. |
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