Something Wicked, Part 9

Event artwork

Since Netscape users haven't been able to view the jpegs I made, I converted these photos to gifs. But that process seemed to leave odd dots on them which everyone should try to ignore.

Here we have the chanting children.

The mottled white banaltra is tall and pale, unnaturally lean and strangely humanoid in shape. Its long hands have seven thin, spider-like fingers that end in spiny claws. When clenched together the fingers form an efficient digging tool...or a lethal weapon. The skin of the banaltra is knobbed and ridged, more like shell than flesh.

Fiontar was the Lorekeeper to visit River's Rest.

You see Fiontar Ollamh the Sylvan Lorekeeper.
She has an aura of intellectual distraction about her.
Her short, dark hair is jammed untidily into a dark cap. A pair of thin spectacles lie crookedly on the tip of her nose.
She is holding a daffodil bouquet in her right hand.
She is wearing some leather arm greaves, a canvas satchel jammed with rolled scrolls, a tooled leather sheath, a short woolen cloak, a gem-studded pendant, a mithril-buckled black leather belt, a carved ivory cloak clasp depicting the image of a modwir pine, a weathered green tunic and a pair of tall black leather boots strapped at the top.

Motharan was Solhaven's Lorekeeper.

You see Motharan D'Gotharal the Sylvan Lorekeeper.
He is holding an antique copper tub in his left hand.
He is wearing a pair of tall brown leather boots with lacing up the sides, an incised leather belt with symbols tooled in black covering its length, a thick blue woolen cloak clasped with a silver ring, a pendant suspended from a long vaalin chain with a large black pearl in its center and seven curved rays encircling the gem, a tooled leather sheath worked with an over-all pattern of interlocking branches and accented around its edges with small tree-shaped studs, a high-collared white cotton shirt with loose puffed sleeves and some weathered green doeskin breeches.

Dramar was the Landing's Lorekeeper.

You see Dramar Aleandron the Sylvan Lorekeeper.
Age has taken its toll on the wizened scholar, for his white hair has receded to the point of leaving just a bushy tuft above each ear. A pair of thin gold spectacles rests on his nose, doing little to hide his tired, dark eyes.
He appears fatigued, but in otherwise good health.
He is wearing a carved ivory cloak clasp depicting the image of a modwir pine, some long linen gold-trimmed robes, a pendant suspended from a long vaalin chain with a large golden topaz in its center and seven curved vaalin rays encircling the gem, an incised leather belt with symbols tooled in gold covering its length, a thick brown woolen cloak with a deep gold-edged hood, a pair of tall brown leather boots with lacing up the sides and a tooled leather sheath worked with an over-all pattern of interlocking branches and accented around its edges with small tree-shaped studs.

(Dramar had no artwork.)

The feithidmor is large, the size of a hut. Its insect-like body is protected by black chitinous armor made shiny by a coating of oily beads of liquid. Four very small, red eyes seem almost lost in the creature's large head. A fat, fleshy neck can be seen through a tiny chink in the armor. Goblets of flesh hang from its long pincers.