Wealth Mountain is an ancient structure in the far away, uninhabitable northeast. It's taller than any other peak, protected by an unfathomable monster, and apparently filled to the brim with precious goldatinum metal.
Four goblins, all of which ha...
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As the team escorted the battered guards through the gates of Falberin, elves from the city quickly rushed in to assist with the transportation. Each elf looked vastly different from the previous – some had skin with a rocky texture, others were polka-dotted or striped. Many, but not all, emanated with unique magical energies.
The elves of the city led the team to a series of eight small huts, each built from marblelime: a plant-like stone, covered in smooth white bumps. From each hut exited a tall elf with pink-and-white swirling features around their eyes. These bright elves looked upon the fallen guards with kindness, placing their thumbs over the foreheads of the wounded.
With a sudden flash of pink light, each of the five wounded guards suddenly looked healthy as ever – a sight not unlike Vitra's potion healing Stibs in an instant back on Jaiphione's Crescent.
As the five warriors calmly dismounted the Yiklar Floating Bed, the eight healers bowed their heads somberly, chanting an elvish prayer for the fallen sixth guard. Having been bitten in the neck by the lionpig, he had entered Falberin already dead, and it seemed there was nothing more these healing elves could do for him.
Once the touching prayer – which requested Jaiphione to give grace and brightness to the fallen guard in his next life – was finished, a group of elves wearing red-and-purple robes lifted the body off the Yiklar Floating Bed and carried it away. As they left, 27 cautiously removed the covers from his levitating mattress, visibly uneased by the fact a dead body had been resting on his personal cot.
As 27 unfolded his Yiklar Folding Cabin and returned his magic bed to its rightful place inside, the five healed guards regrouped with the team – ready to fulfill their end of the bargain.
Once everyone was ready, the five guards escorted their heroes deeper into the elf-filled capital city. The crew eventually came upon a magnificent castle made of plant-based materials: thick marblelime walls, yellow-colored lemongranite columns, and vinelike pewterorange arches above each entrance and pathway. The castle felt alive, with plant-like citrus textures visible on every brick. The guards guided the prisoners through the pleasant-smelling fortress, towards the throne room.
"Hmmm, this is quite nice, yes?" Colb cheered, looking around at the plants and artwork surrounding him.
"Make no mistake – this is still a dire place," Kashmir murmured. Her sky-blue eyes looked a shade darker than normal as they darted around the room. The purple elf seemed to be searching for exits or signs of danger.
"Hmmm, we're being welcomed as heroes, yes? There's no reason to be enemies when you can be nice, yes?" Colb reminded.
"I know..." Kashmir muttered. "Still, we need to be careful. From what my father told me, Queen Eylbella can get furious in a moment. If we make her angry, it won't matter that we spared a few guards and killed a lionpig. Tell the others to never speak out-of-turn, and to never say anything rude or question something Queen Eylbella says. Only speak when spoken to, and remain agreeable and respectful."
