As Mazin prepares to dive into the lagoon, he clearly hears the *hiss* of displeasure from Cyrpus and notices the wild life in the water act with distinct hostility to his half-elven ally's actions.
Seeing the goliath start to disrobe, Altani calls back, "Mazin... Cypress said only the three of us can come across" she indicates to Cinder and Kestrell "Maybe you should wait... Just for now"
Mazin hears the hissing, sees Alwin in the water with some not too happy creatures, and then hears Altani's warning.
Mazin will stand up straight and take a step away from the lake. He will his head towards Cyprus and say "Apologies, I thought we were all to head over to the other bank."
He will grab his gear and head over to where the others are waiting. He will give Alwin a hand getting out of the lagoon, if he needs it. He will wait to put on the rest of his gear on, in case there is trouble.
While waiting for the others to talk with the dryad, Mazin will take a look around for any interesting pieces of wood he could use for carving, such as some drift wood or such. investigation or nature check (same modifier for either of those): 8
Once he finds a suitable piece, he will sit and observe Cyprus, wanting to capture her essence for his next piece. (Insight? 23)
He will start craving a rough outline now, while waiting. He realizes he will need to finish it afterwards, unless they plan on chitchatting for hours. (Woodcarver's Tools23)
Going the fifteen feet slowly, Cinder will eventually get to the other side. “I prefer sparring to swimming. That took way too much effort.” After catching her breath, she’ll place a hand on her spear and place it back on her back and coil the rope. Turning to face Cyprus, Cinder will wave a dripping hand and greet her. “Hi, Cinder, nice to meet you. Cyprus was it? Sorry I don’t speak your singing language.”
As Cinder emerges from the dark brown lagoon, her monk robes saturated and dripping with water and pond matter, the frog-like Leap watches her carefully, his bulbous yellow eyes swivelling independantly of each other in a rather disconcerting fashion. Cyrpus' attention seems mainly fixed on the lagoon waters and the also soaked centaur, but upon the tiefling's words which the Frog Maiden seems not to understand, the dryad approaches on light stepping feet that leave no trace at her passing. Reaching Cinder's side, the woodland creature reaches up one fine moss covered hand to slowly trail a single surprisingly strong finger along and up the martial artists jaw and cheek, before eventually circling the travelleing warrior's horns with her finger tip.
Seemingly fascinated by Cinder's distinctive features, the dryad leans in with a *hehehehehe* that sounds like birdsong amidst softly blowing vines and branches on a warm and balmy Summers day. The earth and forest scents around the nature spirit are pleasing, though potent, almost causing Cinder to close her eyes involuntarily to partake of the welcome aromas.
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'Wazzock returns from her little jaunt around the side of the lagoon, and sits by Mazin, doffing her armor partially to let her greenish skin bathe in the warm sun. She closes her brilliant blue eyes and takes it all in, the warmth and the breeze and the smell of the earth, water, air, trees, and flowers. She stretches and lays down with a languid yawn.'
Alwin blinks as he begins to turn around and swim back to shore. He just looks across the bank listening to their conversation. If he reaches the edge he places his hand over his heart as he begins to speak towards her. His lips and tongue speaking a language familiar to Altani and the frogmaiden as Sylvan words come out.
"I...'m so....rry. I me....ant no dis....respect. F...F...orgive me maiden."
Alwin notes the considerable length, girth and gleaming scales of the approaching serpents as the half-elf hastily turns about and swims back to the Southern bank with all haste. Even as the fighter pulls his now heavier, waterlogged form from the lagoon, he notes the yellow eyes, little more than partially submerged slits surrounded by a slightly deeper shade of green murkiness, glaring at him from less than a metre away. Upon calling out his apology in the same melodic language employed by Cyrpus and Altani, though in a somewhat more broken fashion, the soaking warrior sees the dryad turn from her physical and visual caress of his tiefling companion to call back across the water,'
"You are forgiven, fluttertongue. Hehehehehe."
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Mazin hears the hissing, sees Alwin in the water with some not too happy creatures, and then hears Altani's warning.
Mazin will stand up straight and take a step away from the lake. He will his head towards Cyprus and say "Apologies, I thought we were all to head over to the other bank."
He will grab his gear and head over to where the others are waiting. He will give Alwin a hand getting out of the lagoon, if he needs it. He will wait to put on the rest of his gear on, in case there is trouble.
While waiting for the others to talk with the dryad, Mazin will take a look around for any interesting pieces of wood he could use for carving, such as some drift wood or such. investigation or nature check (same modifier for either of those): 19
Once he finds a suitable piece, he will sit and observe Cyprus, wanting to capture her essence for his next piece. (Insight? 12)
He will start craving a rough outline now, while waiting. He realizes he will need to finish it afterwards, unless they plan on chitchatting for hours. (Woodcarver's Tools21)
Helping his half-elven ally to his feet, Mazin likewise spots the hungry stare of the marsh crocodile in the water nearby. Something of the tightly coiled savagery contained in that stare speaks to the goliath in a way that reminds him of his feat of carving excellence in creating the totem that he gifted to Meerkthistle. Glancing around the bank, the barbarian searches for suitable materials as he committs to trying to replicate the standard if not the likeness of his previous effort.
Spotting a large, seemingly long dead, fallen branch of the cypress tree that holds the swing rope, the hulking warrior examines it closely and realises that its thick base will serve well for a scaled carving of the woodland creature whose name is so similar. Determining to hack the surplus wood off later, when away from the dryad's home, Mazin nevertheless begins to the shape the base of what will become his statuette. At first, the carver thinks a cirular base would suit, but upon reflection he instead carves a roughly bean shaped base in the likeness of the lagoon's circumference itself. The idea of including both the tree that the branch fell from, as well as the Frog Maiden's own cypress tree, in the carving strikes the goliath who is already visualising the form his newest work will take.
[OOC] Mazin may add an Unfinished Dryad Carving to his inventory, noting the 21 woodcarver check. Two more checks (rolled at suitable times) will be needed to complete the piece.
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'Kestrell picks a handful 6 of berries and eats them.'
"Thank you, Frogmistress, these are delicious, and oddly satisfying for some reason."
'As people enter the water, and Cyprus gets upset, Kestrell blurts out:'
"We're not the only ones pretty around here!"
Having eaten the half dozen berries and somewhat jealously watched as the dryad caressed the still dripping martial artist, Kestrell is almost overwhelmingly pleased when Cyprus turns her attentions again to the sorcerer. Walking over to stand before him, the Frog Maiden again giggles with a *hehehehe* as she reaches up with one hand to wipe a small trickle of berry juice from the corner of the half-elf's mouth. Her other hand deftly picks the remaining five berries and places them into Kestrell's right hand as she leans forward to whisper in the increasingly smitten man's ear in archaic Elvish,'
"Take these, pretty elf-bird. For when your wings fail you again. *Hehehehehe*"
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Altani wades into the water, her four legs kicking through the lake as she swims towards the other side.
The centaur switches to elvish "Cypress, my companions and i can not stay. Kestrell can not stay with you. The lives of others depend on all of us..." she indicates towards Kestrell "banding together to aid them. You must help us. Who has been killing the lizardfolk and where can we find the person or thing responsible?
I beg you fine and honorable spirit of the forest. Help us. Tell me what I can do to convince you to help us?"
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Seemingly sated in her curiosity regarding the half-elf and tiefling, and satisfied for the moment that none of the others are attempting to gain unauthorised access to the Northbank, Cyprus once again turns her achingly beautiful face and inherently beguiling smile upon Altani, who feels her body responding despite her rigorous training and vows. As the woodland spirit-given-form runs one long fingered hand down her equine neck, playfully mussing the centaur's fiery mane, it is all Altani can do to remember her name and purpose here, though a measure of the paladin's focus and compusure returns after the Frog Maiden leans in to whisper in her ear,'
"But what if the elf-bird or the dark-horned one want to stay with me? Hmmm? Or you? Don't you want to spend more time with me, Altani Fairheart? *Hehehehehe*
Of this thing you call murder I know nothing... but of lizardfolk and death I know much. Tell you who what I saw when the lizardwoman died here I could, but "must help" you? No, I think not... though I will choose to help you, Altani Soulshine... if you do me a service.
Ugliness and hatred have come to this place, to my home, or near enough for it to be intolerable! A monster of foul feather and fouler voice lairs nearby, killing my forest friends and ruining the pure song of the wilds with its putrid screeching. Nothing of beauty it is. Nothing of the wilds. Destroy it you must... if my help you want. *Hehehehehe*"
At her somewhat cryptic remarks, Cyprus turns from you to stare Northwards. At the leveling of the dryad's gaze, the brush, scrub and trees seem to lean both left and right, creating something of a path that runs for what looks to be at least a few hundred feet. Staring across the lagoon, Altani notices a similar path seems to have opened up across the stream and around the Eastern bank of the murky pond, eventually running Northwards to seemingly join with the trail that lies before the centaur. It would seem that the two paths meet and will allow the companions to regather prior to reaching whatever place it is where this thing that Cyprus wants destroyed lives.
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'Wazzock returns from her little jaunt around the side of the lagoon, and sits by Mazin, doffing her armor partially to let her greenish skin bathe in the warm sun. She closes her brilliant blue eyes and takes it all in, the warmth and the breeze and the smell of the earth, water, air, trees, and flowers. She stretches and lays down with a languid yawn.'
As Mazin sits and works on his carving, he notices Wazzock sit next to him. "This place is quite pleasant. If we did not have a murderer to catch, it would be a nice place to spend the afternoon."
At her somewhat cryptic remarks, Cyprus turns from you to stare Northwards. At the leveling of the dryad's gaze, the brush, scrub and trees seem to lean both left and right, creating something of a path that runs for what looks to be at least a few hundred feet. Staring across the lagoon, Altani notices a similar path seems to have opened up across the stream and around the Eastern bank of the murky pond, eventually running Northwards to seemingly join with the trail that lies before the centaur. It would seem that the two paths meet and will allow the companions to regather prior to reaching whatever place it is where this thing that Cyprus wants destroyed lives.
Mazin looks up at the odd sound of path opening near him. To the others, on the North Bank, he will say "It looks like a path is opening up. Is it safe? "
He will stand, put away he carving, and put all his gear back on. Once he gets word that it is safe, he will head down the path towards the others.
Altani follows Cypress' gaze North, her body shuddering involuntarily as the dryad's words trail off. As the path opens on both sides of the lake, she shifts impatiently, her eyes bright with the an eagerness to being the hunt. The centaur lets herself smile, saying in Sylvan,
"It is a true quest then and as nature intended, one can not simple take without giving. Meerkthistle ask for a story, you ask for protection and my sword and shield are ready to aid you kind spirit of the forest. I imagine this beast of foul feather is the griffon that has also been harassing the town of Ambersilt as well. My companions and I, all of my companions, will seek it out and make sure that it does not kill any of your friends again. Then we will return and speak further. Until that time may we go with your blessing and I ask that the eyes of Mielikki watch over and protect you."
She whistles to those on the far bank, "Mazin, Alwin, Wazzock, follow the path that has opened in front of you and we will meet up on the north side of the lake. Cypress has asked us to hunt the griffin for it has been killing the creatures of the forest. I say it is the same beast that has been threatening Ambersilt. Once we have done this task for her she will tell us about the death of a lizardwomen that she witnessed."
She trots over to Kestrell and Cinder, patting them both on the shoulder, making sure she shakes both of them to loosen any enchantment they may still be under "Let us go my friends, we have a beast to hunt so that it terrorizes this land no more. The fair Cypress wishes us to vanquish it, with haste. And you thought that we would simply be hunting Moorcats. Come, lets ride!"
With a nod to Cypress, Altani "herds" her two companions who are on the northbank with her towards the path.
Cinder needed no urging. Any enchantment over her would have been jolted when Cyprus touch her broken horn. She would reach up and cover it before consciously putting her hand back down and look anywhere but Cyprus. When Altani said the path was the way to go, Cinder would face towards Cyprus and bow, avoiding eye contact before quickly walking down it. But still, that smell seemed to linger for Cinder for a while.
Alwin follows the path carefully - not wanting to be subject to the maiden's wrath again. He just nods"A grif...fyn..."it was clear that he was a little afraid "we bar...ely f...ought of...f bees."
Having eaten the half dozen berries and somewhat jealously watched as the dryad caressed the still dripping martial artist, Kestrell is almost overwhelmingly pleased when Cyprus turns her attentions again to the sorcerer. Walking over to stand before him, the Frog Maiden again giggles with a *hehehehe* as she reaches up with one hand to wipe a small trickle of berry juice from the corner of the half-elf's mouth. Her other hand deftly picks the remaining five berries and places them into Kestrell's right hand as she leans forward to whisper in the increasingly smitten man's ear in archaic Elvish,'
"Take these, pretty elf-bird. For when your wings fail you again. *Hehehehehe*"
"Thank you Frog-m'lady. I will th..think of you when I eat them."
She trots over to Kestrell and Cinder, patting them both on the shoulder, making sure she shakes both of them to loosen any enchantment they may still be under "Let us go my friends, we have a beast to hunt so that it terrorizes this land no more. The fair Cypress wishes us to vanquish it, with haste. And you thought that we would simply be hunting Moorcats. Come, lets ride!"
With a nod to Cypress, Altani "herds" her two companions who are on the northbank with her towards the path.
"Yes, let's vanquish it! "
'As Kestrell hurries after Cinder, he calls to Cypress:'"Goodbye for now, hopefully one day I can drop in, again."
Altani follows the path until she meets up with the second group.
"Well that was something...dryads really are the queens of the forest."
The centaur looks around the group, "So do we agree on hunting this griffin together? They are dangerous beasts and I must admit I am only assuming it is the griffin that the Ambersilt guardsmen warned us about. Cypress said it was a beast of foul feather and putrid screeching."
Altani stops and waits for a response from the others. She starts to check her gear, unsheathing her sword and checking it's edge.
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Mazin nods. "Yes, we should hunt the griffon. It will be a menace to the townsfolk if we leave it to it's own devices. Did Cypress give any indication as to which way the beast lies."
Mazin will begin looking for signs of the beast and starts tracking it. survival16
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“Sure sure, sounds good. Let’s hurry and get this done so we can find that murderer.” Cinder keeps up her brisk pace, walking further away from Cyprus’ little wild grove. As she goes, she tries to shake off the smell and focus on keeping watch around them.
Altani raises an eyebrow at Alwins words, tossing her braided hair like a mane before slowly looking between the half elf and dryad.
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Mazin hears the hissing, sees Alwin in the water with some not too happy creatures, and then hears Altani's warning.
Mazin will stand up straight and take a step away from the lake. He will his head towards Cyprus and say "Apologies, I thought we were all to head over to the other bank."
He will grab his gear and head over to where the others are waiting. He will give Alwin a hand getting out of the lagoon, if he needs it. He will wait to put on the rest of his gear on, in case there is trouble.
While waiting for the others to talk with the dryad, Mazin will take a look around for any interesting pieces of wood he could use for carving, such as some drift wood or such. investigation or nature check (same modifier for either of those): 8
Once he finds a suitable piece, he will sit and observe Cyprus, wanting to capture her essence for his next piece. (Insight? 23)
He will start craving a rough outline now, while waiting. He realizes he will need to finish it afterwards, unless they plan on chitchatting for hours. (Woodcarver's Tools 23)
'Kestrell picks a handful 6 of berries and eats them.'
"Thank you, Frogmistress, these are delicious, and oddly satisfying for some reason."
'As people enter the water, and Cyprus gets upset, Kestrell blurts out:'
"We're not the only ones pretty around here!"
As Cinder emerges from the dark brown lagoon, her monk robes saturated and dripping with water and pond matter, the frog-like Leap watches her carefully, his bulbous yellow eyes swivelling independantly of each other in a rather disconcerting fashion. Cyrpus' attention seems mainly fixed on the lagoon waters and the also soaked centaur, but upon the tiefling's words which the Frog Maiden seems not to understand, the dryad approaches on light stepping feet that leave no trace at her passing. Reaching Cinder's side, the woodland creature reaches up one fine moss covered hand to slowly trail a single surprisingly strong finger along and up the martial artists jaw and cheek, before eventually circling the travelleing warrior's horns with her finger tip.
Seemingly fascinated by Cinder's distinctive features, the dryad leans in with a *hehehehehe* that sounds like birdsong amidst softly blowing vines and branches on a warm and balmy Summers day. The earth and forest scents around the nature spirit are pleasing, though potent, almost causing Cinder to close her eyes involuntarily to partake of the welcome aromas.
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
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DM Ghosts of a Forgotten Land
DM Beyond the Bitter Shore
DM Echos of a Burning Crown
'Wazzock returns from her little jaunt around the side of the lagoon, and sits by Mazin, doffing her armor partially to let her greenish skin bathe in the warm sun. She closes her brilliant blue eyes and takes it all in, the warmth and the breeze and the smell of the earth, water, air, trees, and flowers. She stretches and lays down with a languid yawn.'
~♡~
Alwin notes the considerable length, girth and gleaming scales of the approaching serpents as the half-elf hastily turns about and swims back to the Southern bank with all haste. Even as the fighter pulls his now heavier, waterlogged form from the lagoon, he notes the yellow eyes, little more than partially submerged slits surrounded by a slightly deeper shade of green murkiness, glaring at him from less than a metre away. Upon calling out his apology in the same melodic language employed by Cyrpus and Altani, though in a somewhat more broken fashion, the soaking warrior sees the dryad turn from her physical and visual caress of his tiefling companion to call back across the water,'
"You are forgiven, fluttertongue. Hehehehehe."
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DM Ghosts of a Forgotten Land
DM Beyond the Bitter Shore
DM Echos of a Burning Crown
Helping his half-elven ally to his feet, Mazin likewise spots the hungry stare of the marsh crocodile in the water nearby. Something of the tightly coiled savagery contained in that stare speaks to the goliath in a way that reminds him of his feat of carving excellence in creating the totem that he gifted to Meerkthistle. Glancing around the bank, the barbarian searches for suitable materials as he committs to trying to replicate the standard if not the likeness of his previous effort.
Spotting a large, seemingly long dead, fallen branch of the cypress tree that holds the swing rope, the hulking warrior examines it closely and realises that its thick base will serve well for a scaled carving of the woodland creature whose name is so similar. Determining to hack the surplus wood off later, when away from the dryad's home, Mazin nevertheless begins to the shape the base of what will become his statuette. At first, the carver thinks a cirular base would suit, but upon reflection he instead carves a roughly bean shaped base in the likeness of the lagoon's circumference itself. The idea of including both the tree that the branch fell from, as well as the Frog Maiden's own cypress tree, in the carving strikes the goliath who is already visualising the form his newest work will take.
[OOC] Mazin may add an Unfinished Dryad Carving to his inventory, noting the 21 woodcarver check. Two more checks (rolled at suitable times) will be needed to complete the piece.
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
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DM Ghosts of a Forgotten Land
DM Beyond the Bitter Shore
DM Echos of a Burning Crown
Having eaten the half dozen berries and somewhat jealously watched as the dryad caressed the still dripping martial artist, Kestrell is almost overwhelmingly pleased when Cyprus turns her attentions again to the sorcerer. Walking over to stand before him, the Frog Maiden again giggles with a *hehehehe* as she reaches up with one hand to wipe a small trickle of berry juice from the corner of the half-elf's mouth. Her other hand deftly picks the remaining five berries and places them into Kestrell's right hand as she leans forward to whisper in the increasingly smitten man's ear in archaic Elvish,'
"Take these, pretty elf-bird. For when your wings fail you again. *Hehehehehe*"
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
Vassa Sunstar (half-drow bard) - Waterdeep Dragonheist
DM Ghosts of a Forgotten Land
DM Beyond the Bitter Shore
DM Echos of a Burning Crown
Seemingly sated in her curiosity regarding the half-elf and tiefling, and satisfied for the moment that none of the others are attempting to gain unauthorised access to the Northbank, Cyprus once again turns her achingly beautiful face and inherently beguiling smile upon Altani, who feels her body responding despite her rigorous training and vows. As the woodland spirit-given-form runs one long fingered hand down her equine neck, playfully mussing the centaur's fiery mane, it is all Altani can do to remember her name and purpose here, though a measure of the paladin's focus and compusure returns after the Frog Maiden leans in to whisper in her ear,'
"But what if the elf-bird or the dark-horned one want to stay with me? Hmmm? Or you? Don't you want to spend more time with me, Altani Fairheart? *Hehehehehe*
Of this thing you call murder I know nothing... but of lizardfolk and death I know much. Tell you who what I saw when the lizardwoman died here I could, but "must help" you? No, I think not... though I will choose to help you, Altani Soulshine... if you do me a service.
Ugliness and hatred have come to this place, to my home, or near enough for it to be intolerable! A monster of foul feather and fouler voice lairs nearby, killing my forest friends and ruining the pure song of the wilds with its putrid screeching. Nothing of beauty it is. Nothing of the wilds. Destroy it you must... if my help you want. *Hehehehehe*"
At her somewhat cryptic remarks, Cyprus turns from you to stare Northwards. At the leveling of the dryad's gaze, the brush, scrub and trees seem to lean both left and right, creating something of a path that runs for what looks to be at least a few hundred feet. Staring across the lagoon, Altani notices a similar path seems to have opened up across the stream and around the Eastern bank of the murky pond, eventually running Northwards to seemingly join with the trail that lies before the centaur. It would seem that the two paths meet and will allow the companions to regather prior to reaching whatever place it is where this thing that Cyprus wants destroyed lives.
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
Vassa Sunstar (half-drow bard) - Waterdeep Dragonheist
DM Ghosts of a Forgotten Land
DM Beyond the Bitter Shore
DM Echos of a Burning Crown
As Mazin sits and works on his carving, he notices Wazzock sit next to him. "This place is quite pleasant. If we did not have a murderer to catch, it would be a nice place to spend the afternoon."
Mazin looks up at the odd sound of path opening near him. To the others, on the North Bank, he will say "It looks like a path is opening up. Is it safe? "
He will stand, put away he carving, and put all his gear back on. Once he gets word that it is safe, he will head down the path towards the others.
Altani follows Cypress' gaze North, her body shuddering involuntarily as the dryad's words trail off. As the path opens on both sides of the lake, she shifts impatiently, her eyes bright with the an eagerness to being the hunt. The centaur lets herself smile, saying in Sylvan,
"It is a true quest then and as nature intended, one can not simple take without giving. Meerkthistle ask for a story, you ask for protection and my sword and shield are ready to aid you kind spirit of the forest. I imagine this beast of foul feather is the griffon that has also been harassing the town of Ambersilt as well. My companions and I, all of my companions, will seek it out and make sure that it does not kill any of your friends again. Then we will return and speak further. Until that time may we go with your blessing and I ask that the eyes of Mielikki watch over and protect you."
She whistles to those on the far bank, "Mazin, Alwin, Wazzock, follow the path that has opened in front of you and we will meet up on the north side of the lake. Cypress has asked us to hunt the griffin for it has been killing the creatures of the forest. I say it is the same beast that has been threatening Ambersilt. Once we have done this task for her she will tell us about the death of a lizardwomen that she witnessed."
She trots over to Kestrell and Cinder, patting them both on the shoulder, making sure she shakes both of them to loosen any enchantment they may still be under "Let us go my friends, we have a beast to hunt so that it terrorizes this land no more. The fair Cypress wishes us to vanquish it, with haste. And you thought that we would simply be hunting Moorcats. Come, lets ride!"
With a nod to Cypress, Altani "herds" her two companions who are on the northbank with her towards the path.
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Cinder needed no urging. Any enchantment over her would have been jolted when Cyprus touch her broken horn. She would reach up and cover it before consciously putting her hand back down and look anywhere but Cyprus. When Altani said the path was the way to go, Cinder would face towards Cyprus and bow, avoiding eye contact before quickly walking down it. But still, that smell seemed to linger for Cinder for a while.
Alwin follows the path carefully - not wanting to be subject to the maiden's wrath again. He just nods "A grif...fyn..." it was clear that he was a little afraid "we bar...ely f...ought of...f bees."
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"Thank you Frog-m'lady. I will th..think of you when I eat them."
"Yes, let's vanquish it! "
'As Kestrell hurries after Cinder, he calls to Cypress:' "Goodbye for now, hopefully one day I can drop in, again."
'Wazzok dons her armor once more and follows Mazin through the path.'
~♡~
Altani follows the path until she meets up with the second group.
"Well that was something...dryads really are the queens of the forest."
The centaur looks around the group, "So do we agree on hunting this griffin together? They are dangerous beasts and I must admit I am only assuming it is the griffin that the Ambersilt guardsmen warned us about. Cypress said it was a beast of foul feather and putrid screeching."
Altani stops and waits for a response from the others. She starts to check her gear, unsheathing her sword and checking it's edge.
Yevna Galanodel - Wood Elf | Level 8 | Druid/Circle of Spores 6 - Ranger 2 - Ravnica
Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
Mazin nods. "Yes, we should hunt the griffon. It will be a menace to the townsfolk if we leave it to it's own devices. Did Cypress give any indication as to which way the beast lies."
Mazin will begin looking for signs of the beast and starts tracking it. survival 16
"I believe it is north from here, this is why she parted this path for us to follow" she says as she points down the track in front of them.
Yevna Galanodel - Wood Elf | Level 8 | Druid/Circle of Spores 6 - Ranger 2 - Ravnica
Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
“Sure sure, sounds good. Let’s hurry and get this done so we can find that murderer.” Cinder keeps up her brisk pace, walking further away from Cyprus’ little wild grove. As she goes, she tries to shake off the smell and focus on keeping watch around them.
Perception 7