((Time to make a public spectacle or two lol.))<br/><br/>Giselle raised an eyebrow since she hadn't expected to be called up to talk, nor did David.  Neria figured they'd wish to know more and was somewhat prepared, but Giselle got to the podium first as Kyle stepped down.  Might as well get this over with.  She figured there would be disbelievers in the audience, and so she had a few tricks up her sleeve to prove them wrong, but she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.  A few gasps could be heard in the audience when they saw what she was, and Giselle figured that there were a few like the police officer from last night that knew of people such as herself.  They'd be the hardest to convince if they had any true idea that what they might have read or heard of the Drow were true.  Stepping up to the podium and talking into the metal...thing before her, Giselle jumped a bit as her voice was magnified a dozen times over before settling into a comfortable position to deliver her own story of sorts.  "Let me first introduce myself.  My name is Giselle Do'Urden.  I'm what some here like the police officer from last night identified as a Dark Elf, or a Drow if you prefer, though I myself am only half of said race.  The other is of light elf origin.  I'm a ranger, a wanderer if you will that walks the wilds as if they were her personal backyard.  Currently, I'm 300 years old, but for me and others like me, that's still considerably young."<br/><br/>She'd let them absorb that little detail a bit before moving on.  Already she could tell that a few wanted to get up and leave since they couldn't believe what they were hearing.  She'd grab their attention before too long though.  "I'll tell you what I can although this continent is not my own home, although what lives here is more or less the same from the one I left behind during my many travels.  For those doubters in the audience that thing this is just an elaborate hoax or a scam of some kind, I can honestly tell you that this is not the case.  The world you know is not the one you're in now.  Monsters, magic, and many things you thought were simply make believe are very real here.  Behold!"  Turning away from the podium, Giselle upraised her right hand and an image straight from her mind, a memory, many of them, became visible like a projection on the open air before her.  What the audience was seeing was many of the towns, this particular one the cultural heart of Faerun itself, Silverymoon, became visible and an aerial view was given of the city ruled by Lady Alustrial Silverhand.  The city where the only thing limiting you was your imagination was revealed in all of its glory as many of the cultural architectural styles used in the houses and buildings became apparent, none of them even close to what was available here if she had to guess from her view of the town.<br/><br/>The sweeping landscape changed from the Silver City to that of Baldur's Gate, the fortified city of heroes and adventurers alike coming in from the Sword Coast and down the Trade Way which went to many more places.  The sweeping vastness of the sea and the city on its shores surrounded by a high wall of stone and mortar was given the same treatment as the last, zooming in one points of interest like the Purple Wyrm Inn where the half Drow had stayed on a couple of occasions while looking for rumors and the like to threats to the country side, as well as the Church of Helm the Watcher, among other things of the same.<br/><br/>Last but certainly not least, Giselle lead the audience down to the mountains far to the north and east, where Bruenor Battlehammer and his clan of sturdy dwarves ruled and defended the land west from the Spine of the World to the south and east to both the Silver Marshes and Sundabar and their cousins beyond.  During this entire 'adventure', Giselle explained many of the things she 'walked' them through and noting things of particular interest.  Garumn's Gorge, the massive crevasse that was spanned by stone bridges deep under the mountain for example, where Shimmergloom the shadow dragon was cast down by Bruenor himself with the help of David's mentor, Wulfgar, and her own father and the human archer Cattie-Brie.  Or the area by Mithral Hall's front door where Settlestone was located where she had spent many hours out among the tribes training with them to hunt and survive out in the wilds.  She even threw in a sparring session with Drizzt himself just to keep the audience riveted, their lightning fast blows nearly imperceptible to those unused to such speed and grace with the blade as they possessed before changing to a more darker scene, that of the local beasts and monsters that were common to her home land....starting with the smallest but no less dangerous kobolds.<br/><br/>Her first true battle against monsters of the like, Giselle had been trapped in a maniacal Lord's dungeons, but she had escaped on her own thanks to being able to pick the lock of her cuffs as well as the lock on the cell door.  Her first encounter found her fighting with a heavy stave rather than her twin scimitar blades, and the yapping dog like humanoid beasts didn't stand a chance as she tore into them.  The scene changed again to a clearing surrounded by dark woods at sunset, where goblins and orcs had made camp.  Giselle was older, and she wasn't alone, traveling with a group of adventurers, mostly human who had a personal stake in this fight.  They swarmed the camp, taking revenge for a past raid against an innocent village not three days ago.  The yellow tinted big eyed creatures put up a meager fight when pitted against such a group, but before the people watching got too sick of the blood and carnage, the scene changed once more.<br/><br/>Giselle knew Neria's past history with orcs and so she kept it brief as she showed this last one, mouthing the words "I'm sorry." to the girl who simply nodded as she balled her hands into fists.  Explanations had been given of each group so far, and this was no different but there was no fighting this time around, rather a peace talk to solidify the uneasy alliance between King Bruenor's clan and King Obould Many Arrows and his orcs he held at bay with an uncanny mind for an orc, and almost godlike strength due to his god's blessing, that of the One Eyed Gruumsh.  When it was over, Giselle lowered her hand slowly and stumbled a bit, having used too much magic for over an hour straight to generate all that she had.  Turning to the podium, she asked one more question, and depending on the answer would determine whether or not she stayed up there.  "Any questions?"<br/><br/>http://www.mythopoeicpress.com/fr_faerun_overview.jpg (http://www.mythopoeicpress.com/fr_faerun_overview.jpg)<br/><br/>((Map of Faerun I've posted once before on here.))