Sylnache stirred in her unrestful sleep as her eyes slowly opened, one hand rubbing the back of her neck to soothe the giant headache she was feeling. "Ugh, did anyone catch the boulder that hit me?" She asked casually as she sits up before having a chance to truly take in her surroundings. Once her eyes and attention are opened fully, Sylnache finds herself in an entirely different world then she was expecting!
"What in the flaming forge's arse is this?!" Sylnache bellows with shock at the unexpected environment she now finds herself in. Quickly she stands to her feet and begins searching for her greataxe to grip in her hands - if she can find her belongings - holding herself in a defensive stance while trying to determine what's going on.
“Good to see you awake,” Umbriel calls to Sylnache excitedly, a faint smile of relief crossing his face. “We’re in a very fey-touched area, apparently. A...bit strange, I know.” He hands her one of the cure-alls, nodding toward the glimmering landscape around them, with quartz terrain and shimmering rainbows casting an ethereal glow.
“One of the tree guardians knocked you out back in the mist,” he explains. “After that, a faerie dragon showed up—Ruffeldinflumph, I think he's called—and led us here. And we traded the bag of beans for these,” he gestures to the cure-all in her hand, “which should help relieve the exhaustion, at least a little."
He glances around, his expression thoughtful but tinged with curiosity. “No sign of a unicorn yet."
Vallee downs the cure all and slowly walks over to the group, “It seems our little dragon friend says Ansimarath is in an area called the Bay of Howls, and if you find him he may need your help to recover Ruffle’s nephew. Also he said something about…, oh oh ooh excuse me the medicine is kicking in!!” Vallee looks around for somewhere to do a private duty, and hobbles quickly away.
Sylnache relaxes a bit, lowering her weapon as she takes a breath. "Ah, figures. We could use the relief. Bay of Howls does not sound like a pleasant place."
Watching Vallee's reaction, Umbriel is reassured that the curealls seem unpleasant but effective. "We should probably not all drink ours at once," he remarks, "It does sound ominous...I bet it'll make for an interesting map."
—Spoken in Elven “¿Puedo ayudar? He oído la Bahía Aullante. ¡Puedo llevarte allí tan rápido! Hace mucho que no salgo de aquí. Por favor. Estoy bien, me llamo Neir. Puedes usar mi pequeño bote”.
”Could I help? I’ve heard the Howling Bay I can get you there so fast! I, I just have not left here in so long, please. I’m well I’m called Neir. You can use my little boat.”
Sylnache turned towards the new speaker while speaking to the others, "Neir is it? Hope the small boat she offers isn't too small." She then tries to respond in rough Elven, "Soy Sylnache. Encantado de conocerte. Gracias por tu oferta."
"I am Sylnache. Good to meet you. Thanks for your offer."
Neir seems to flow back into the little stream and a minute later you see a wooden box that measures 12 inches long, 6 inches wide, and 6 inches deep. It weighs 4 pounds and floats. You watch as Neir emerges from the stream holding the ‘boat’, “Cuando estés listo, avísame…”
What about Birdie, cart and the mules? Vallee comes back gingerly asking to stay here rather then risk slowing you down plus she can barter for cure all with Little Tom if she needs more.
It was mentioned that bringing Killmoulis with would help, are you willing to have an extra traveler with?
Tyr hangs to the back of the group, allowing the others to barter for their items of interest and passing the scroll of Firebolt quietly to Faelin in case it will help with the deal.
He'll turn as Neir approaches with her boat, switching to his native Elvish. "We would be very grateful. How many can you take with you?"
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Seeing Vallee return, Umbriel looks at his bottle of cure all as he steels he resolve. "I'll be back,"he announces, already hurrying off to find a private spot as he chugs the black liquid.
Umbriel it is as bad as it seems your stomach cramps and your bowels… well lose their fortitude. You are completely occupied for the next 20-30 minutes but your exhaustion goes down one level.
If you’d like to make a medicine or nature check for additional recipe insight you may.
Tyr hangs to the back of the group, allowing the others to barter for their items of interest and passing the scroll of Firebolt quietly to Faelin in case it will help with the deal.
He'll turn as Neir approaches with her boat, switching to his native Elvish. "We would be very grateful. How many can you take with you?"
Neir smiles at you for a few seconds, —Oh, lo siento, la comunicación por encima de la superficie es diferente. Siete de tu tamaño podrían caber en mi bote. ¿Te gusta el mar? Recuerdo que una vez hubo reinos, pero ahora la mayoría ya no existen.
“Oh sorry communicating above the surface is different. Seven of your size may fit within my boat. Do you like the sea? I remember once there were kingdoms, but now most are gone.”
Sylnache stirred in her unrestful sleep as her eyes slowly opened, one hand rubbing the back of her neck to soothe the giant headache she was feeling. "Ugh, did anyone catch the boulder that hit me?" She asked casually as she sits up before having a chance to truly take in her surroundings. Once her eyes and attention are opened fully, Sylnache finds herself in an entirely different world then she was expecting!
"What in the flaming forge's arse is this?!" Sylnache bellows with shock at the unexpected environment she now finds herself in. Quickly she stands to her feet and begins searching for her greataxe to grip in her hands - if she can find her belongings - holding herself in a defensive stance while trying to determine what's going on.
Sylnache Ashrain - 7th Sojourn
Yup that works.
“Good to see you awake,” Umbriel calls to Sylnache excitedly, a faint smile of relief crossing his face. “We’re in a very fey-touched area, apparently. A...bit strange, I know.” He hands her one of the cure-alls, nodding toward the glimmering landscape around them, with quartz terrain and shimmering rainbows casting an ethereal glow.
“One of the tree guardians knocked you out back in the mist,” he explains. “After that, a faerie dragon showed up—Ruffeldinflumph, I think he's called—and led us here. And we traded the bag of beans for these,” he gestures to the cure-all in her hand, “which should help relieve the exhaustion, at least a little."
He glances around, his expression thoughtful but tinged with curiosity. “No sign of a unicorn yet."
Vallee downs the cure all and slowly walks over to the group, “It seems our little dragon friend says Ansimarath is in an area called the Bay of Howls, and if you find him he may need your help to recover Ruffle’s nephew. Also he said something about…, oh oh ooh excuse me the medicine is kicking in!!” Vallee looks around for somewhere to do a private duty, and hobbles quickly away.
Sylnache relaxes a bit, lowering her weapon as she takes a breath. "Ah, figures. We could use the relief. Bay of Howls does not sound like a pleasant place."
Sylnache Ashrain - 7th Sojourn
Watching Vallee's reaction, Umbriel is reassured that the curealls seem unpleasant but effective. "We should probably not all drink ours at once," he remarks, "It does sound ominous...I bet it'll make for an interesting map."
Out from a nearby stream…
—Spoken in Elven
“¿Puedo ayudar? He oído la Bahía Aullante. ¡Puedo llevarte allí tan rápido! Hace mucho que no salgo de aquí. Por favor. Estoy bien, me llamo Neir. Puedes usar mi pequeño bote”.
”Could I help? I’ve heard the Howling Bay I can get you there so fast! I, I just have not left here in so long, please. I’m well I’m called Neir. You can use my little boat.”
Sylnache turned towards the new speaker while speaking to the others, "Neir is it? Hope the small boat she offers isn't too small." She then tries to respond in rough Elven, "Soy Sylnache. Encantado de conocerte. Gracias por tu oferta."
"I am Sylnache. Good to meet you. Thanks for your offer."
Sylnache Ashrain - 7th Sojourn
Neir seems to flow back into the little stream and a minute later you see a wooden box that measures 12 inches long, 6 inches wide, and 6 inches deep. It weighs 4 pounds and floats. You watch as Neir emerges from the stream holding the ‘boat’, “Cuando estés listo, avísame…”
“When your ready let me know…”
Faelin gathers with the rest of the group, “Is everybody ready, we can go when you are.”
Does Faelin have the sewer pipes or does somebody else (Instrument thingie)
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Little Tom’s willing to sell or barter.
What about Birdie, cart and the mules? Vallee comes back gingerly asking to stay here rather then risk slowing you down plus she can barter for cure all with Little Tom if she needs more.
It was mentioned that bringing Killmoulis with would help, are you willing to have an extra traveler with?
Faelin will accept Tom’s deal for the slippers, the sewer pipe and all the cure alls (Unless if anybody else thinks we shouldn’t.)
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He already traded the slippers of spider climb and 5 vials of cure all for the bag of beans.
Now he’s offering a new trade for the pipes of the sewers and maybe additional vials of cure all depending on what you have to offer.
Tyr hangs to the back of the group, allowing the others to barter for their items of interest and passing the scroll of Firebolt quietly to Faelin in case it will help with the deal.
He'll turn as Neir approaches with her boat, switching to his native Elvish. "We would be very grateful. How many can you take with you?"
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Seeing Vallee return, Umbriel looks at his bottle of cure all as he steels he resolve. "I'll be back," he announces, already hurrying off to find a private spot as he chugs the black liquid.
Umbriel it is as bad as it seems your stomach cramps and your bowels… well lose their fortitude. You are completely occupied for the next 20-30 minutes but your exhaustion goes down one level.
If you’d like to make a medicine or nature check for additional recipe insight you may.
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Neir smiles at you for a few seconds, —Oh, lo siento, la comunicación por encima de la superficie es diferente. Siete de tu tamaño podrían caber en mi bote. ¿Te gusta el mar? Recuerdo que una vez hubo reinos, pero ahora la mayoría ya no existen.
“Oh sorry communicating above the surface is different. Seven of your size may fit within my boat. Do you like the sea? I remember once there were kingdoms, but now most are gone.”
Too distracted by the quick reaction…
Umbriel returns to the group eventually, embarrassed but feeling better overall.