Zeg offered each of the others a hand as he introduced himself. Before you stood an Owlin. He stood just under 3 feet in height with light brown feathers and white on his face. He looked to be in his late teens.
He stretched his own wings and looked at the paper ones.
"My own wings are better but these are still pretty neat."
Looking around for a moment he continued. His face looked sad
"I've been here before, once several years ago. Snuck in as a kid. That was a mistake I think, it's haunted me ever since. I feel like I've lost something and I've spent years looking for it. But I gotta say, some of you look like you have the same look on your face as I feel is on mine."
"Wow!!" Faelan smiles at the excitement of the Fairy flying around the group. "Take it easy little lady. Ohh hello there Navi." After hearing that this is not her first time in the Carnival. "Well then, ladies first. Please take us around. Actually, I'd like to stop by good ol' Dirlagraun first, if you don't mind. I'm lookin' for a friend you see?"
After Zeg introduces himself and his history with the carnival, Faelan has a puzzled look on his face. "Yea know. I gotta same story too. I first visited this place when I was a little Harengon bunny, and ahhh..." Faelan scratches his head. "Butta I can't remember what it was that I lost..."
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
I believe my tale is the same as well. Ignored the boundary when I was younger. Focused on a dolt that I had to best but somehow ended up as being the butt of the jest.
he adjusts his crown slightly and arranges his set of wings. I don't have any particular destination set so um do you mind if I tag along
Navi's wings buzz enthusiastically as she listens attentively to her new companions share. She was doing so good staying put as she did. However, it wasn't before long when she hears the magic words that the fairyfolk pings to attention, eyes wide as ever in almost disbelief. She beams a Faelen. Her hands come together and she's practically bouncing with excitement.
Bop bop. "Hey, listen!" Bop bop bop. Bop bop. "Did you hear! Did you hear that!" Bop bop. Bop bop bop. "Hey, listen!" The little fairy's bopping became incredibly enthusiastic as she obviously couldn't contain herself. "He said yes! We have our first destination!" She launches herself up and tosses magical petals like confetti. "I get to guide again!" It wasn't like she just got fired off the face of a plane of existence or nothin'...
"I share a similar story too!" The fairy crouches a bit in the air, shifty eyeing as if someone would come take her in for admitting she snuck in years ago. "They asked! I was tasked! It was a fair, I took the dare... They said, I lead!" She tip toes in the air, mimicking walking through the grounds. "Young and broke, we slipped by the bloke!" Navi looks one way, then the other, and proceeds to do a tumble roll to hide behind Flynn. She ends up behind Faelen, popping up with a 'tadah!' only to look a little lost and confused.
Navi blinks. "Ahem." Then as if hitting a reset button she perks up like nothing just happened and corrects her posture as brushes out her attire in attempts to be professional. "Who we looking for along the way?" She asks the Harengon.
While the fairyfolk is managing to contain her erratic flying by remaining relatively in place, she's still a kaleidoscope of colours and strobing light. "All friends welcome!" She replies to Flynn.
At the slightest hint of a pause in conversation... "Hey, Listen!" Navi brings her hands together in a clap. "Dirlagraun it is!" She chimes lifting an hand in the air and then points in a direction. Barely waiting for a response, without skipping much of a beat, she zips forward.
"You, you all looked like I felt. I thought we all had something in common. If you don't mind I'll go around with you. I don't have a plan, I just had to come to the carnival, and this time pay to get a ticket. It seemed the right thing to do, what I had to do. But from there, I don't know." his voice trails off in sadness.
When the rest of the group moves off he trails behind them, following them around.
Faelan glances around, trying to spot the limping kenku. Although the venue is far from crowded yet, still it is difficult to focus on anything amidst the blur passing backward and forward - children running and shouting excitedly, dragonflies buzzing overhead with delighted passengers clumsily spilling their drinks onto pedestrians below, and a cacophany of lights from every direction competing for the visual real estate.
However, something does catch the sharp-eyed harengon's attention, although it isn't a kenku. In fact, Faelen doesn't know quite what it was, as it continues to disappear from his view before he has a chance to see it properly. It is nothing more than a shadow - one among the many cast by the passage of people and tents against the fading twilight and the spinning lights of the attractions - but one with no cause, no discernible source - just a shadow cast on the ground here, on the side of a tent there, and again over yonder. The vision comes and goes in just a moment - so brief that Faelan doubts whether he saw it at all - but it lingers in his mind nonetheless...
ALL:
Having made brief acquaintances, the group move away from the entrance area, following the fickle fairy... until Faelan points the correct way toward the Lost Property tent. As they walk together, Faelen explains how the carnival runs for only eight hours: four before midnight and four after, with the Big Top Extravaganza at the midpoint and the finale before dawn - the Crowning of the Witchlight Monarch.
The group have not traveled far before they come to a brightly painted wagon, on the back of which is an instrument spilling forth a merry tune. A capuchin monkey wearing a cloak covered with buttons of all colors and sizes turns a handle at the wagon’s rear, sending music into the air from rows of golden whistles. As you watch this curious calliope, a goblin dressed as a ladybug (who Faelan remembers is named Marigold) toddles up to you, rattling a tin cup and dancing awkardly in time with the music. Meanwhile, a voice like that of a middle-aged human can be heard from the top of the wagon...
Spare a button if you please, I’ll sew it next to all of these. I offer nothing in its place, Besides a smile upon my face.
The voice comes from the monkey, and he waves down to you with a look far too alert and engaged for an ordinary primate.
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How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Faelan takes the blue flower with a small yellow center from Navi, and sticks between his bunny ears. "Hey, thanks a bunch. I really appreciate the flower." Then the little one starts zig zagging in the air that he's having a hard time keeping track. "Yeah, I heard ya Miss." He turns around as Navi flies behind him. He extends a hand as the Fairy says "Tahah!" in case she needs a place to land. "Right, looks like we all in the same boat..."
Faelan looks a Flynn and Zeg. "Yeah, sure thing. We can all stay together. I justa need to go see ol' Dirlagraun cause I am looking for a friend. After that, we can enjoy the place. Whadaya say?"
As the group makes their way to their destination, Faelan keeps getting distracted by shadows that he has a hard time discerning what it is that he's looking at. He shakes his head, and smacks his temple to make sure he's no seeing things. When they pass by the wagon. "Anybody's gotta button?" Says a smiling Faelan.
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Flynn reaches out and drops the button into the cup with a 'plink', making the ladybug-goblin caper comically. The monkey smiles a wide capuchin smile, and turns the handle of the calliope a little faster. The music however seems not to increase in tempo but rather to lift in the merriment of the tune and the perfection of the harmonies.
Waving farewell to the panhandling pair, the group turns to the right and heads toward the Lost Property wagon. A large feline creature with midnight-blue fur, about the size of a horse, lays in the path beside the wagon; it too wears a large pair of fake butterfly wings, but they are supported and controlled by a pair of tentacles extending from its shoulders. It also has a small wooden keg hanging from its collar. The creature roughhouses good-naturedly with two young children - a boy squealing, “Again, Dirla, again!” and a girl hanging onto the creature’s neck.
Just as the group draw near, however, the young boy impulsively runs over to the wagon and picks up a small object. In a sudden and startling display of anger, the creature reacts: it rises to its feet (and the group can see it has six of them!) and tenses as if ready to pounce, while a duplicate of the creature seems to appear beside it and lunge at the boy, snatching the object from his grasp with one tentacle, and snarling at him. The boy squeals in fright and dashes away into the crowd, as the girl also starts to sob in fear...
Zeg looks nervously at the others. "Uh, is it protecting the lost and found or what? He has wings like ours, is it another guest or no? It looked safe enough playing with those kids, but we surely don't want to get on its bad side if that is where we are going."
Zeg tries to determine if he knew anything about such a creature
Faelan takes out a tiny wooden lute as he calmly goes to the crying little girl. "Hey there little one, look's what uncle Cottontail's got?" He shows the tiny lute, he plucks one of the string and a meow sound comes out from it. "Yeah, ah know it's broken, it's supposed to make bunny sound ye know. One of these days I'm gonna fix it. Whatabout I play it for ya a little bit while it's broken?"
Faelan Performance: 16 (Making meow sounds from the tiny lute.
After, hopefully, calming down the little girl, he respectfully approaches the large feline creature. "Heya Ms. Dirlagraun, I hopya don't mind me distracting the little girl there. Uhmm... Haveya seen Luz by any chance? I thought she would be by the entrance, but I haven't seen her none."
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Watching the disturbing scene, Zeg recalls that the creature is known as a displacer beast. Rarely seen on the Material Plane, they are cunning predators native to the Feywild, and often kept and trained by fey elves, so to see one playing calmly with children is indeed unusual.
Their ability to 'create a copy' of themselves is actually an innate ability to displace light, hence their name. In fact, the next thing the group notices is that the copy of the beast that remained with the girl begins to shimmer and fade away, leaving only the duplicate that pounced at the boy. It certainly seemed to all that the pouncing copy was the duplicate, but it was indeed the original creature, and the seated beast was actually the fake, so expert was the illusion!
Faelan's lute strumming immediately distracts the little girl, and she stops sobbing, instead listening to the harengon's banter with only a few lingering sniffles. Dirlagraun seems to regain her composure, and immediately returns to the girl, opening a small spigot on the keg around her neck and filling a small goblet with some kind of liquid. This she hands to the girl, who sips it tentatively, and then immediately begins to smile. Then to Zeg's further surprise, the beast displays yet another unusual trait, as it begins to speak in Sylvan. (Translation for those who have the language proficiency - sorry Flynn!)
Ah, sú úll taifí! Oibríonn gach uair. (Ah, toffee apple juice! Works every time.) The beast says with a soft and motherly voice, its grey whiskers twitching. Go raibh maith agat Cottontail. Agus go raibh maith agaibh go léir. (Thank you Cottontail. And thank you all.)
Dirlagraun responds to Flynn's questions with only a gentle bow of its head, and it seems to the bard that the beast doesn't understand much beyond his initial greeting. But looking down at the small mirrored ball that it cups in the broad end of one tentacle, it continues. Gabhaim mo leithscéal as sin. Tá sé an-neamhchosúil liomsa, ach nuair a phioc Viro óg suas mo Réalt beag... fan! Cá ndeachaigh sé? (I apologise for that. It is most unlike me, but when young Viro picked up my little Star's... wait! Where did he go?)
Dirlagraun begins to look around frantically, trying to spot where the boy ran off too. Ó a stór, a stór! Caithfidh mé dul agus é a fháil. Ó, ach ní féidir liom Allowin a fhágáil anseo liom féin! Ó daor! (Oh dear, oh dear! I must go and find him. Oh, but I can't leave Allowin here alone! Oh dear!)
Then turning pleading eyes to Faelan, she begs: Ó, Cottontail! Is fuath liom é seo a iarraidh, agus tá a fhios agam gurb é do lá saoire é, ach le do thoil! an bhféadfá cabhrú liom? An bhféadfá dul chun Viro a aimsiú agus é a thabhairt ar ais? (Oh, Cottontail! I hate to ask this, and I know it's your leave day, but please! could you help me? Could you go and find Viro and bring him back?)
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Having been a "Lost and Found" himself when he was younger, he had been in the care of Dirlagraun many moons ago. So, in a sense, she was, and still is, like a mother figure for him. When she cried requesting his aid, Faelan almost stood in attention. "Yes ma'am. Don''t ya worry Ms. Dirlagraun, ah'll bring little Viro right back." Faelan quickly sniffs the air, and by process of elimination, he tries to isolate the little one's scent. He sniffs around, makes his way to the entrance, and tries to determine which direction the child went. Then he tries to find traces of him.
Survival: 27
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
“Aren’t you a gentleman!” Navi chimes, popping out of one of Flynn’s pouches when he had cut off his very own button to gift to the wagon goers. She’d adjust his shirt, and with a bit of sparkles, the threads stitch themselves up to avoid any future fraying.
The fairyfolk’s ears had twitch at the commotion, drawing her attention to the beautiful creature playing with the young children. “Hey listen!” She’d blurt. Everyone obviously heard it for themselves. Practically stunned in her amazement, she’d hang around with her mouth hanging open in awe of the animal. Meanwhile her new companions reacted appropriately to the situation that unfolded.
Once Navi managed to collect herself, she’d zip over, buzzing vibrantly around Cottontail. She’d flutter enthusiastically. “Compassionate Cottontail!” She coos. “Your leave day?” Her head tilts. “Do you work here!?” She blinks. “Is it your day off?” Excitable, the fairy keeps stringing together questions as she follows him closely. “So you know them? Who are we looking for? Do you know the lost person? What do they look like?”
Faelan easily picks up the boy's tracks from where they leave the Lost Property wagon, but has a harder time following them once they become obscured by so many other pedestrians, whose tracks were made both before and after the boy's passage. Taking his time though, he manages to relocate them as they break away from the thoroughfare and stop behind a candy stall just in front of the entrance. There Faelan finds another set of tracks: barefooted, as small as a child's and certainly humanoid, but different somehow, as if deformed. The two tracks then seem to move away from the location behind the stand and back into the crowds, heading west.
I have Faelan, Navi& Flynnfollowing the boy. Please make a Perception check to spot him in the crowd. Zeg, if you wish to join them, please also make the same check. Otherwise, you can remain and talk with Dirlagraun if you prefer, or do anything else you like.
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How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Zeg is a bit slow as he ponders the creature that is before him. "Wow, a displacer, incredible!" he whispers out loud. As he quickly realizes that his new friends have gone off to look for the boy he looks back at Dirlagraun. "Uh, I'll go help!"
Zeg then flies up into the air and looks around for the child.
He then casts Guidance on himself as he looks for the boy.
Perception 18 + 1
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Zeg offered each of the others a hand as he introduced himself. Before you stood an Owlin. He stood just under 3 feet in height with light brown feathers and white on his face. He looked to be in his late teens.
He stretched his own wings and looked at the paper ones.
"My own wings are better but these are still pretty neat."
Looking around for a moment he continued. His face looked sad
"I've been here before, once several years ago. Snuck in as a kid. That was a mistake I think, it's haunted me ever since. I feel like I've lost something and I've spent years looking for it. But I gotta say, some of you look like you have the same look on your face as I feel is on mine."
"Wow!!" Faelan smiles at the excitement of the Fairy flying around the group. "Take it easy little lady. Ohh hello there Navi." After hearing that this is not her first time in the Carnival. "Well then, ladies first. Please take us around. Actually, I'd like to stop by good ol' Dirlagraun first, if you don't mind. I'm lookin' for a friend you see?"
After Zeg introduces himself and his history with the carnival, Faelan has a puzzled look on his face. "Yea know. I gotta same story too. I first visited this place when I was a little Harengon bunny, and ahhh..." Faelan scratches his head. "Butta I can't remember what it was that I lost..."
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
I believe my tale is the same as well. Ignored the boundary when I was younger. Focused on a dolt that I had to best but somehow ended up as being the butt of the jest.
he adjusts his crown slightly and arranges his set of wings. I don't have any particular destination set so um do you mind if I tag along
Laissez les bons temps rouler
Navi's wings buzz enthusiastically as she listens attentively to her new companions share. She was doing so good staying put as she did. However, it wasn't before long when she hears the magic words that the fairyfolk pings to attention, eyes wide as ever in almost disbelief. She beams a Faelen. Her hands come together and she's practically bouncing with excitement.
Bop bop. "Hey, listen!" Bop bop bop. Bop bop. "Did you hear! Did you hear that!" Bop bop. Bop bop bop. "Hey, listen!" The little fairy's bopping became incredibly enthusiastic as she obviously couldn't contain herself. "He said yes! We have our first destination!" She launches herself up and tosses magical petals like confetti. "I get to guide again!" It wasn't like she just got fired off the face of a plane of existence or nothin'...
"I share a similar story too!" The fairy crouches a bit in the air, shifty eyeing as if someone would come take her in for admitting she snuck in years ago. "They asked! I was tasked! It was a fair, I took the dare... They said, I lead!" She tip toes in the air, mimicking walking through the grounds. "Young and broke, we slipped by the bloke!" Navi looks one way, then the other, and proceeds to do a tumble roll to hide behind Flynn. She ends up behind Faelen, popping up with a 'tadah!' only to look a little lost and confused.
Navi blinks. "Ahem." Then as if hitting a reset button she perks up like nothing just happened and corrects her posture as brushes out her attire in attempts to be professional. "Who we looking for along the way?" She asks the Harengon.
While the fairyfolk is managing to contain her erratic flying by remaining relatively in place, she's still a kaleidoscope of colours and strobing light. "All friends welcome!" She replies to Flynn.
At the slightest hint of a pause in conversation... "Hey, Listen!" Navi brings her hands together in a clap. "Dirlagraun it is!" She chimes lifting an hand in the air and then points in a direction. Barely waiting for a response, without skipping much of a beat, she zips forward.
just an unstable unicorn.
"You, you all looked like I felt. I thought we all had something in common. If you don't mind I'll go around with you. I don't have a plan, I just had to come to the carnival, and this time pay to get a ticket. It seemed the right thing to do, what I had to do. But from there, I don't know." his voice trails off in sadness.
When the rest of the group moves off he trails behind them, following them around.
Faelan:
Faelan glances around, trying to spot the limping kenku. Although the venue is far from crowded yet, still it is difficult to focus on anything amidst the blur passing backward and forward - children running and shouting excitedly, dragonflies buzzing overhead with delighted passengers clumsily spilling their drinks onto pedestrians below, and a cacophany of lights from every direction competing for the visual real estate.
However, something does catch the sharp-eyed harengon's attention, although it isn't a kenku. In fact, Faelen doesn't know quite what it was, as it continues to disappear from his view before he has a chance to see it properly. It is nothing more than a shadow - one among the many cast by the passage of people and tents against the fading twilight and the spinning lights of the attractions - but one with no cause, no discernible source - just a shadow cast on the ground here, on the side of a tent there, and again over yonder. The vision comes and goes in just a moment - so brief that Faelan doubts whether he saw it at all - but it lingers in his mind nonetheless...
ALL:
Having made brief acquaintances, the group move away from the entrance area, following the fickle fairy... until Faelan points the correct way toward the Lost Property tent. As they walk together, Faelen explains how the carnival runs for only eight hours: four before midnight and four after, with the Big Top Extravaganza at the midpoint and the finale before dawn - the Crowning of the Witchlight Monarch.
The group have not traveled far before they come to a brightly painted wagon, on the back of which is an instrument spilling forth a merry tune. A capuchin monkey wearing a cloak covered with buttons of all colors and sizes turns a handle at the wagon’s rear, sending music into the air from rows of golden whistles. As you watch this curious calliope, a goblin dressed as a ladybug (who Faelan remembers is named Marigold) toddles up to you, rattling a tin cup and dancing awkardly in time with the music. Meanwhile, a voice like that of a middle-aged human can be heard from the top of the wagon...
Spare a button if you please,
I’ll sew it next to all of these.
I offer nothing in its place,
Besides a smile upon my face.
The voice comes from the monkey, and he waves down to you with a look far too alert and engaged for an ordinary primate.
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Faelan takes the blue flower with a small yellow center from Navi, and sticks between his bunny ears. "Hey, thanks a bunch. I really appreciate the flower." Then the little one starts zig zagging in the air that he's having a hard time keeping track. "Yeah, I heard ya Miss." He turns around as Navi flies behind him. He extends a hand as the Fairy says "Tahah!" in case she needs a place to land. "Right, looks like we all in the same boat..."
Faelan looks a Flynn and Zeg. "Yeah, sure thing. We can all stay together. I justa need to go see ol' Dirlagraun cause I am looking for a friend. After that, we can enjoy the place. Whadaya say?"
As the group makes their way to their destination, Faelan keeps getting distracted by shadows that he has a hard time discerning what it is that he's looking at. He shakes his head, and smacks his temple to make sure he's no seeing things. When they pass by the wagon. "Anybody's gotta button?" Says a smiling Faelan.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Flynn pulls his dagger and cuts a button from his coat
"It's not much but will this do?" He asks the monkey
Laissez les bons temps rouler
Zeg pats his pockets for a moment. "Uh no, no buttons." But he does watch in interest as Flynn offers one up.
Flynn reaches out and drops the button into the cup with a 'plink', making the ladybug-goblin caper comically. The monkey smiles a wide capuchin smile, and turns the handle of the calliope a little faster. The music however seems not to increase in tempo but rather to lift in the merriment of the tune and the perfection of the harmonies.
Waving farewell to the panhandling pair, the group turns to the right and heads toward the Lost Property wagon. A large feline creature with midnight-blue fur, about the size of a horse, lays in the path beside the wagon; it too wears a large pair of fake butterfly wings, but they are supported and controlled by a pair of tentacles extending from its shoulders. It also has a small wooden keg hanging from its collar. The creature roughhouses good-naturedly with two young children - a boy squealing, “Again, Dirla, again!” and a girl hanging onto the creature’s neck.
Just as the group draw near, however, the young boy impulsively runs over to the wagon and picks up a small object. In a sudden and startling display of anger, the creature reacts: it rises to its feet (and the group can see it has six of them!) and tenses as if ready to pounce, while a duplicate of the creature seems to appear beside it and lunge at the boy, snatching the object from his grasp with one tentacle, and snarling at him. The boy squeals in fright and dashes away into the crowd, as the girl also starts to sob in fear...
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Zeg looks nervously at the others. "Uh, is it protecting the lost and found or what? He has wings like ours, is it another guest or no? It looked safe enough playing with those kids, but we surely don't want to get on its bad side if that is where we are going."
Zeg tries to determine if he knew anything about such a creature
Nature 15
Flynn takes in the events then turns to the creature.
"good evening fair creature. Are there specific rules to this space? I would hate to unknowingly offend you"
Laissez les bons temps rouler
Faelan takes out a tiny wooden lute as he calmly goes to the crying little girl. "Hey there little one, look's what uncle Cottontail's got?" He shows the tiny lute, he plucks one of the string and a meow sound comes out from it. "Yeah, ah know it's broken, it's supposed to make bunny sound ye know. One of these days I'm gonna fix it. Whatabout I play it for ya a little bit while it's broken?"
Faelan Performance: 16 (Making meow sounds from the tiny lute.
After, hopefully, calming down the little girl, he respectfully approaches the large feline creature. "Heya Ms. Dirlagraun, I hopya don't mind me distracting the little girl there. Uhmm... Haveya seen Luz by any chance? I thought she would be by the entrance, but I haven't seen her none."
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Watching the disturbing scene, Zeg recalls that the creature is known as a displacer beast. Rarely seen on the Material Plane, they are cunning predators native to the Feywild, and often kept and trained by fey elves, so to see one playing calmly with children is indeed unusual.
Their ability to 'create a copy' of themselves is actually an innate ability to displace light, hence their name. In fact, the next thing the group notices is that the copy of the beast that remained with the girl begins to shimmer and fade away, leaving only the duplicate that pounced at the boy. It certainly seemed to all that the pouncing copy was the duplicate, but it was indeed the original creature, and the seated beast was actually the fake, so expert was the illusion!
Faelan's lute strumming immediately distracts the little girl, and she stops sobbing, instead listening to the harengon's banter with only a few lingering sniffles. Dirlagraun seems to regain her composure, and immediately returns to the girl, opening a small spigot on the keg around her neck and filling a small goblet with some kind of liquid. This she hands to the girl, who sips it tentatively, and then immediately begins to smile. Then to Zeg's further surprise, the beast displays yet another unusual trait, as it begins to speak in Sylvan. (Translation for those who have the language proficiency - sorry Flynn!)
Ah, sú úll taifí! Oibríonn gach uair. (Ah, toffee apple juice! Works every time.) The beast says with a soft and motherly voice, its grey whiskers twitching.
Go raibh maith agat Cottontail. Agus go raibh maith agaibh go léir. (Thank you Cottontail. And thank you all.)
Dirlagraun responds to Flynn's questions with only a gentle bow of its head, and it seems to the bard that the beast doesn't understand much beyond his initial greeting. But looking down at the small mirrored ball that it cups in the broad end of one tentacle, it continues.
Gabhaim mo leithscéal as sin. Tá sé an-neamhchosúil liomsa, ach nuair a phioc Viro óg suas mo Réalt beag... fan! Cá ndeachaigh sé?
(I apologise for that. It is most unlike me, but when young Viro picked up my little Star's... wait! Where did he go?)
Dirlagraun begins to look around frantically, trying to spot where the boy ran off too.
Ó a stór, a stór! Caithfidh mé dul agus é a fháil. Ó, ach ní féidir liom Allowin a fhágáil anseo liom féin! Ó daor!
(Oh dear, oh dear! I must go and find him. Oh, but I can't leave Allowin here alone! Oh dear!)
Then turning pleading eyes to Faelan, she begs:
Ó, Cottontail! Is fuath liom é seo a iarraidh, agus tá a fhios agam gurb é do lá saoire é, ach le do thoil! an bhféadfá cabhrú liom? An bhféadfá dul chun Viro a aimsiú agus é a thabhairt ar ais?
(Oh, Cottontail! I hate to ask this, and I know it's your leave day, but please! could you help me? Could you go and find Viro and bring him back?)
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Having been a "Lost and Found" himself when he was younger, he had been in the care of Dirlagraun many moons ago. So, in a sense, she was, and still is, like a mother figure for him. When she cried requesting his aid, Faelan almost stood in attention. "Yes ma'am. Don''t ya worry Ms. Dirlagraun, ah'll bring little Viro right back." Faelan quickly sniffs the air, and by process of elimination, he tries to isolate the little one's scent. He sniffs around, makes his way to the entrance, and tries to determine which direction the child went. Then he tries to find traces of him.
Survival: 27
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"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
“Aren’t you a gentleman!” Navi chimes, popping out of one of Flynn’s pouches when he had cut off his very own button to gift to the wagon goers. She’d adjust his shirt, and with a bit of sparkles, the threads stitch themselves up to avoid any future fraying.
The fairyfolk’s ears had twitch at the commotion, drawing her attention to the beautiful creature playing with the young children. “Hey listen!” She’d blurt. Everyone obviously heard it for themselves. Practically stunned in her amazement, she’d hang around with her mouth hanging open in awe of the animal. Meanwhile her new companions reacted appropriately to the situation that unfolded.
Once Navi managed to collect herself, she’d zip over, buzzing vibrantly around Cottontail. She’d flutter enthusiastically. “Compassionate Cottontail!” She coos. “Your leave day?” Her head tilts. “Do you work here!?” She blinks. “Is it your day off?” Excitable, the fairy keeps stringing together questions as she follows him closely. “So you know them? Who are we looking for? Do you know the lost person? What do they look like?”
just an unstable unicorn.
"I'll go with Mr Cottontail" Flynn comments though his eyes don't leave the displacer beast as it trying to commit its form to memory
Laissez les bons temps rouler
Faelan easily picks up the boy's tracks from where they leave the Lost Property wagon, but has a harder time following them once they become obscured by so many other pedestrians, whose tracks were made both before and after the boy's passage. Taking his time though, he manages to relocate them as they break away from the thoroughfare and stop behind a candy stall just in front of the entrance. There Faelan finds another set of tracks: barefooted, as small as a child's and certainly humanoid, but different somehow, as if deformed. The two tracks then seem to move away from the location behind the stand and back into the crowds, heading west.
I have Faelan, Navi & Flynn following the boy. Please make a Perception check to spot him in the crowd.
Zeg, if you wish to join them, please also make the same check. Otherwise, you can remain and talk with Dirlagraun if you prefer, or do anything else you like.
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
PERCEPTION: 12
Laissez les bons temps rouler
Zeg is a bit slow as he ponders the creature that is before him. "Wow, a displacer, incredible!" he whispers out loud. As he quickly realizes that his new friends have gone off to look for the boy he looks back at Dirlagraun. "Uh, I'll go help!"
Zeg then flies up into the air and looks around for the child.
He then casts Guidance on himself as he looks for the boy.
Perception 18 + 1