Beers and Beards

One of many buffs provided by the [Mother Tree] was that plants grew to maturity under its leaves within a day. That helped with growing buildings, food production, and letting elves revive from the dead in a day.

There were limits of course. The soil couldn’t support constant growth, so it wasn’t a cheat for infinite growth, and it had to be done purposefully. But it allowed for some neat tricks when it came to city defense and planning.

Joseph kindly explained this to his horrified dwarven guests after we regained our faculties upon landing. The trip down was, taken on its own, quite lovely. The bracing feeling of the wind in my beard, and the gorgeous view as our Kododos glided between the trees. It was pure joy. Like skydiving on a velociraptor.

A beautiful introduction to the capital of the elven country of Awemedinand.

The only bald spot had been watching a bunch of day-jobbers launch themselves laughing to shatter on the ground. Not exactly copacetic for a bunch of acrophobes.

“Yer all mad,” Balin swore. “I finally understand why everyone thinks yer out of yer elfin’ minds.”

He was dry heaving, white knuckles wrapped around his reins. To their credit, none of Team Brightstar had passed out, though several of our army companions had. Their forms hung limply from their mounts.

“Wasn’t bad at all.” Raysdotter said, though her knees were shaking.

Kirk was the only one among us who looked completely at ease. Hell, he looked picturesque, straddling his larger Kododo and looking about with the air of a man fully at ease.