"Based on what just happen--" He gestures to the fast disappearing forms of bloodied rabbit as they rushed away, "Camping will be the least of our worries. Let's see if I can stir things up a little more."Gregory lets out a long, low whistle in the direction of noise as an orb of shifting blue energy gathers into a hand. Cutting the whistle off sharply alongside a thrust of the hand sends the orb spiraling and shrieking past trees towards the sound, or as close as he likely would.
Action: Gregory Casts Force of Heavens in direction of wherever rabbit ran from. Attack: 7 Damage: 1. (Roll at disadvantage. If there's no clear enough indicator of direction, assume the blast eventually hit a tree within 120ft of Gregor.)
Lyon steps up behind Gregory (F8) with her rapier out. "I'm sorry I can't really do anything that advanced as a deer but I can do this!" She casts Mage Hand causing a spectral, floating hand to appear next to her. "Do you want me and try to maybe shake some of the vines with it?"
If he approves Lyon will start shifting the brush with her mage hand.
The orb of energy cackles out with power as it collides with a tree. It leaves a mark upon it but doesn't stir the source of the sound. When Trogen enters the area and stand before the tree, the silence is broken by a fractured voice. "Nature's servant...leave...this is not your realm." It scales with volume and pitch, varying each word, but it's clear that it knows Common. It's hard to determine where the voice comes from as it seems to come from all sides besides behind you.
Hearing the voice Trogon does several steps back. Then Trogon askes the voice while lowering his head in submission:
“kind being, we are a humble group of 5 travelers looking for a passage through the forest on a quest. We mean you no harm. All we want is to find kobolds and some sort of living plant. ”Maybe you know where to go”. “We have been following these tracks that have lead us this way”.
Having said this trogon does one more step back, towards the group and waits, listening carefully.
"Our master decrees...none are to trespass in her land...We give warning...for your patronage to the land...You defy our master's will...So our only mercy for you, is a swift death, Nature's servant...You all shall serve to feed her forest." The voice replies.
Trogon walks back to his companions and whispers: “how sure are you of these kobold tracks leading through this forest”
”The way I see it there are two options; one) this is a superior being refusing us entree and we don’t want to mess with it or two) the kobolds we are following have found out we’re pursuing them and are trying to scare us off.” Trogon looks over his shoulder to the edge of the dark forest to keep track of any movement or sounds. “I’m tending towards the seconds option especially if the tracks lead us here. Then we do have to assume one of the kobolds may be able to use magic.” “Anyone have any information on these buggers?” “Maybe we can outsmart them or ask to see their master.” “Anyone have an idea?”
Tren tries to disappear into the shadows moving to K8 and make his way around the voices sound while doing so he looks for Kobold tracks or any humanoid tracks besides their own. And follows them even into the thicker part of the woods
ooc: if i make these rolls don't respond to this post Trog or if you have the wisdom don't get me killed
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Trogon walks to the left edge of the forest (d7) and says: “oh kind being, can we offer your master gifts to attune her and grant us passage through this forest. Tell us. Let us know how to please your master. Silver? Gold? Gems? Magical items?”
Trogon makes a perception check 16 to hear any faint whispers in the forest
Gregor sighs, but said nothing at first, still busy searching the trees for any sign of movement. As it appeared as if he might say something, Trogon decides to press forth with his entreaties. Too agitated to care further at that point, he boldly strides forward if not stopped just past the boundry of trees, a spell still ready in his thoughts for the first sign of visible danger.
Unless he protests Lyon would stay close to Gregor as he moved forward. She moves a dagger to one hand and her rapier into the other ready to fight if needed and she keeps her voice to a whisper. "That's not vines or kobolds. We might have wandered into the wrong area."