"Sure, you want something to eat? Some rum maybe as well?" he would reply while motioning towards the plate of fish and the pitcher of rum. He would remain focused on the fairy but would quickly look away towards the kenku "My name is Mender" He would add before continuing to focus on the fairy to see if she knows anything about the portals.
After the new friend sits down, Mender would pull out his book and take a few notes on any information he finds out about the portals... but also about the many strange people he has encountered.
As Fon gets comfortable at the table, a soft chiming sound resonates from where Mimzy is sitting... the fairy knows all too well what this means. After a tense pause, none of the group are prepared for the bone-chilling wail which perforates the air - it sounds desperate, terrified even, and the source is somewhere outside the tavern. What do you do?
Mimzy met Mender's gaze with her pale blue eyes as she flashed him a radiant friendly smile. "Nice to meet you, Mender, welcome to our humble marsh. Strangers are a rare sight here, especially those who venture here willingly," she said, her voice dripping with honeyed sweetness. "Portals, you say? Ah, those enigmatic doorways can be treacherous if you're not well-versed in their ways. Mugwort and I might know of a few here and there, but if you're serious about that kind of thing then you'll want to speak with my mother, Griselda the Hag. She's a bit of a recluse and has a wee bit of a temper, but if you've got something to trade or some hard coin, you might just get her to share her secrets and loosen her tongue."
Before anyone could react, the soft chime of Mimzy's holy bell interrupted her as a bone-chilling wail sliced through the air coming from somewhere outside. Instinctively with a swift motion, Mimzy tucked a few sweetmeats into her pack and took to the air, her iridescent moth wings shimmering in the dim light as she hovered above the table. "That's just my holy bell, nothing to worry about... if you are going to worry about something I advise you to worry about the undead lurking somewhere outside. If they manage to get inside, then all you need to do is just join me up here; they can't fly, at least most of them anyway."The Fairy advised them as her eyes darted toward the door as if expecting it to burst open at any moment.
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"Oh, I'm sure your mom isn't a hag... everyone is gets angry sometimes... and it would be great if she could help me to...." He would say before being cut off by the alarm. covering his ears he would struggle to hear the fairy. "What... undead? What's an undead?" He would shout while looking around the room in a slight panic. With the alarm still ringing in his ears he would quickly take another bite of fish and chug his mug of rum before grabbing his book and leaping off the chair. With one hand holding his book he would grab his pack and work it over his shoulder before racing towards the window. Jumping up and down he would attempt to see what all the commotion was about....
Mimzy continued to hover in the air watching Mender with interest, fascinated with a state of panic every so often reaching into her bag to pull out another tender sweetmeat to pop into her mouth. She rolled her eyes at his questions. "Undead you know, everyone knows what they are just like everyone knows what brilligs, and slithy toves are, it's a given. What do you call them back where you come from then? The unliving, death-born, grave-born, vitally-challenged... any of those ring a bell?" She called out with a giggle to the panic-stricken Mender all the while watching him jumping up and down in front of the window like a cute little bullfrog. "You better be careful, hopping around like that is just going to attract them like moths to a flame."She warned as she popped another sweet meat into her mouth.
Mender would look back over his shoulder towards the hovering fairy. "On my island.. the dead were just... dead. There were no UNdead... if you were UNdead then you were just.. alive I guess." He would reply with a look of confusion before continuing to get a look out the window... nis snout steaming up the glass as he tried to press his face against the window.
The glass of the stained window is textured and translucent, making it difficult to see through properly. Mender can just make out two blurred figures on the marsh, maybe thirty or forty feet away. The first is an older woman, gesticulating wildly and screaming to anything that will listen. The second is standing near ...no... not standing at all... slowly rising into the air. The kobold feels a jolt of panic as the scene shifts into focus: a little girl, one he had seen in the tavern but an hour ago, hangs suspended above a gaping crevice which seems to be widening hungrily beneath her. Her hair is tossing violently as if something is tugging on it, but her body remains unnaturally still. There is a strange, ethereal light curled around her neck and ankles... it takes Mender a beat to make out a vaguely humanoid form.
Isaac upon hearing the shriek appears surprised, but doesn’t move just yet. Upon hearing the word undead, being thrown about by another group of individuals sitting at another table, he rises from his seat, as he grabs his shield and warhammer. He silently watches as Menders approaches the windows, looking on as he converse back and forth with the group of individuals at the other table. He lightly taps the area on his chest where his amulet lies before making his way over to the door of the tavern, as he swings open the door, looking upon the situation outside of the tavern. “I have only one piece of advice for you.” He says, as he looks towards Mender. “The undead cannot be trusted, no matter what honeyed words are spoken.” He says as he turns to look back at the situation outside the tavern, before saying “Decide quick, and act fast.” As he dashes out onto the dirt path towards the commotion. (Isaac has used Vigilant Blessing on himself during the scene. He now has advantage on the next Initiative Roll he makes.)
Mender would hold his book in one arm and pull a strange curved rod from his belt with the other. "I see two thingd outside!" he wouldnshout before following the tall stranger outside.
Mimzy watches as the heavily armor human dashes out onto the dirt path towards the commotion after offering Mender few well-chosen words and being that Griselda didn't raise no stupid Fairy knows a battering ram, when she sees one! And, in an instant the Fairy makes a flying Dash out onto the dirt path towards the commotion doing her best to just to keep a good 15' or so above the height of the huma... and roughly the same distance behind him that is if she is able to do so. Under no circumstance will she at this stage move ahead of him.
Mugwort barely has time to yell at Dorn, "I hope you have all your protective sigils in place!", before seeing Mender, Mimzy and a crazy human sprint outside. "Toadstools! " he curses under his breath as he kicks the chair backward and moves to follow the trio outside, "You are going to be the death of me yet, Mimzy."
As he moves forward, he slides his wooden mask down and secures it in place. He then reaches for a sprig of mistletoe from his pouch.
Mugwort looks over his shoulder as he hits the main entrance, "Another partner ready to join the dance?" He chuckles and holds the door open wide for the feathery Fon to lead the second wave forward. As Mugwort hits the dirt path, he will stop and collect a handful of pebbles. As he moves forward again, he will speak a phrase as he touches the pebbles.
[ Bonus Action / Cantrip >> Magic Stone ] (just in case)
Isaac strides headfirst into the peril, closely tailed by Mender and Mimzy, and they by Mugwort (whose comment receives a confused grunt from Dorn). The last to exit, Fon hobbles after the group. Swinging open the double-doors and leaping from the tavern's hovering platform, each now witnesses the situation in broad daylight... and it is bizarre and horrific in equal measure.
As Mender observed, a little girl hangs motionless in the air. Below her feet, a great rift has opened in the ground, into which she seems to be slowly lowering. Out of smaller rifts sprout what could easily be mistaken for gnarled trees, thrashing in the breeze ...now with the mist dissipating, it is clear they are something else entirely.
Three gigantic, grotesque hands emerge from the mud, exuding the unbearable stench of rot. The largest of the trio is clenched in a tight fist around the girl's body, its sickly green arteries bulging every several seconds as though the creature is siphoning her energy away, while the smaller two claw at its wrist begging for a... 'turn'. It is truly sickening to watch, yet difficult to look away from. On her knees, an older lady screams elvish curses - "Cin úan! On- back nin -iel, radag o udún!" - but is helpless to prevent what is occurring.
If the dominant hand loosens its grasp, the girl will certainly plunge into the gaping cavern below. What do you do?
Mender panics for a moment as he struggles of ways to catch the girl.. "My net!" he would exclaim as he placed the rod back on his belt before pulling out his fishing net. "I could try to snare her with this! But I'll probably need help pulling her to safety. I'm not very strong. "
"Sure, you want something to eat? Some rum maybe as well?" he would reply while motioning towards the plate of fish and the pitcher of rum. He would remain focused on the fairy but would quickly look away towards the kenku "My name is Mender" He would add before continuing to focus on the fairy to see if she knows anything about the portals.
After the new friend sits down, Mender would pull out his book and take a few notes on any information he finds out about the portals... but also about the many strange people he has encountered.
As Fon gets comfortable at the table, a soft chiming sound resonates from where Mimzy is sitting... the fairy knows all too well what this means. After a tense pause, none of the group are prepared for the bone-chilling wail which perforates the air - it sounds desperate, terrified even, and the source is somewhere outside the tavern. What do you do?
Mimzy met Mender's gaze with her pale blue eyes as she flashed him a radiant friendly smile. "Nice to meet you, Mender, welcome to our humble marsh. Strangers are a rare sight here, especially those who venture here willingly," she said, her voice dripping with honeyed sweetness. "Portals, you say? Ah, those enigmatic doorways can be treacherous if you're not well-versed in their ways. Mugwort and I might know of a few here and there, but if you're serious about that kind of thing then you'll want to speak with my mother, Griselda the Hag. She's a bit of a recluse and has a wee bit of a temper, but if you've got something to trade or some hard coin, you might just get her to share her secrets and loosen her tongue."
Before anyone could react, the soft chime of Mimzy's holy bell interrupted her as a bone-chilling wail sliced through the air coming from somewhere outside. Instinctively with a swift motion, Mimzy tucked a few sweetmeats into her pack and took to the air, her iridescent moth wings shimmering in the dim light as she hovered above the table. "That's just my holy bell, nothing to worry about... if you are going to worry about something I advise you to worry about the undead lurking somewhere outside. If they manage to get inside, then all you need to do is just join me up here; they can't fly, at least most of them anyway." The Fairy advised them as her eyes darted toward the door as if expecting it to burst open at any moment.
"Oh, I'm sure your mom isn't a hag... everyone is gets angry sometimes... and it would be great if she could help me to...." He would say before being cut off by the alarm. covering his ears he would struggle to hear the fairy. "What... undead? What's an undead?" He would shout while looking around the room in a slight panic. With the alarm still ringing in his ears he would quickly take another bite of fish and chug his mug of rum before grabbing his book and leaping off the chair. With one hand holding his book he would grab his pack and work it over his shoulder before racing towards the window. Jumping up and down he would attempt to see what all the commotion was about....
Perception? 10
Mimzy continued to hover in the air watching Mender with interest, fascinated with a state of panic every so often reaching into her bag to pull out another tender sweetmeat to pop into her mouth. She rolled her eyes at his questions. "Undead you know, everyone knows what they are just like everyone knows what brilligs, and slithy toves are, it's a given. What do you call them back where you come from then? The unliving, death-born, grave-born, vitally-challenged... any of those ring a bell?" She called out with a giggle to the panic-stricken Mender all the while watching him jumping up and down in front of the window like a cute little bullfrog. "You better be careful, hopping around like that is just going to attract them like moths to a flame." She warned as she popped another sweet meat into her mouth.
Mender would look back over his shoulder towards the hovering fairy. "On my island.. the dead were just... dead. There were no UNdead... if you were UNdead then you were just.. alive I guess." He would reply with a look of confusion before continuing to get a look out the window... nis snout steaming up the glass as he tried to press his face against the window.
The glass of the stained window is textured and translucent, making it difficult to see through properly. Mender can just make out two blurred figures on the marsh, maybe thirty or forty feet away. The first is an older woman, gesticulating wildly and screaming to anything that will listen. The second is standing near ...no... not standing at all... slowly rising into the air. The kobold feels a jolt of panic as the scene shifts into focus: a little girl, one he had seen in the tavern but an hour ago, hangs suspended above a gaping crevice which seems to be widening hungrily beneath her. Her hair is tossing violently as if something is tugging on it, but her body remains unnaturally still. There is a strange, ethereal light curled around her neck and ankles... it takes Mender a beat to make out a vaguely humanoid form.
Isaac upon hearing the shriek appears surprised, but doesn’t move just yet. Upon hearing the word undead, being thrown about by another group of individuals sitting at another table, he rises from his seat, as he grabs his shield and warhammer. He silently watches as Menders approaches the windows, looking on as he converse back and forth with the group of individuals at the other table. He lightly taps the area on his chest where his amulet lies before making his way over to the door of the tavern, as he swings open the door, looking upon the situation outside of the tavern. “I have only one piece of advice for you.” He says, as he looks towards Mender. “The undead cannot be trusted, no matter what honeyed words are spoken.” He says as he turns to look back at the situation outside the tavern, before saying “Decide quick, and act fast.” As he dashes out onto the dirt path towards the commotion. (Isaac has used Vigilant Blessing on himself during the scene. He now has advantage on the next Initiative Roll he makes.)
Mender would hold his book in one arm and pull a strange curved rod from his belt with the other. "I see two thingd outside!" he wouldnshout before following the tall stranger outside.
Mimzy watches as the heavily armor human dashes out onto the dirt path towards the commotion after offering Mender few well-chosen words and being that Griselda didn't raise no stupid Fairy knows a battering ram, when she sees one! And, in an instant the Fairy makes a flying Dash out onto the dirt path towards the commotion doing her best to just to keep a good 15' or so above the height of the huma... and roughly the same distance behind him that is if she is able to do so. Under no circumstance will she at this stage move ahead of him.
Mugwort barely has time to yell at Dorn, "I hope you have all your protective sigils in place!", before seeing Mender, Mimzy and a crazy human sprint outside. "Toadstools! " he curses under his breath as he kicks the chair backward and moves to follow the trio outside, "You are going to be the death of me yet, Mimzy."
As he moves forward, he slides his wooden mask down and secures it in place. He then reaches for a sprig of mistletoe from his pouch.
Mugwort looks over his shoulder as he hits the main entrance, "Another partner ready to join the dance?" He chuckles and holds the door open wide for the feathery Fon to lead the second wave forward. As Mugwort hits the dirt path, he will stop and collect a handful of pebbles. As he moves forward again, he will speak a phrase as he touches the pebbles.
[ Bonus Action / Cantrip >> Magic Stone ] (just in case)
Isaac strides headfirst into the peril, closely tailed by Mender and Mimzy, and they by Mugwort (whose comment receives a confused grunt from Dorn). The last to exit, Fon hobbles after the group. Swinging open the double-doors and leaping from the tavern's hovering platform, each now witnesses the situation in broad daylight... and it is bizarre and horrific in equal measure.
As Mender observed, a little girl hangs motionless in the air. Below her feet, a great rift has opened in the ground, into which she seems to be slowly lowering. Out of smaller rifts sprout what could easily be mistaken for gnarled trees, thrashing in the breeze ...now with the mist dissipating, it is clear they are something else entirely.
Three gigantic, grotesque hands emerge from the mud, exuding the unbearable stench of rot. The largest of the trio is clenched in a tight fist around the girl's body, its sickly green arteries bulging every several seconds as though the creature is siphoning her energy away, while the smaller two claw at its wrist begging for a... 'turn'. It is truly sickening to watch, yet difficult to look away from. On her knees, an older lady screams elvish curses - "Cin úan! On- back nin -iel, radag o udún!" - but is helpless to prevent what is occurring.
If the dominant hand loosens its grasp, the girl will certainly plunge into the gaping cavern below. What do you do?
Mugwort yells out, "I can try a couple of things but I have no way to catch the girl if she falls! "
Mender panics for a moment as he struggles of ways to catch the girl.. "My net!" he would exclaim as he placed the rod back on his belt before pulling out his fishing net. "I could try to snare her with this! But I'll probably need help pulling her to safety. I'm not very strong. "
Mugwort will start moving among the ground cover in a clockwise 'flanking action'.
(( OOC: It will take 2 'movement' phases to get to the second green dot OR... Full movement and a DASH action. ))