"That is useful", says Fingolin, imagining how would it be to actually fly on that broom. Catching himself daydreaming, he closes his eyes as Ekkiwe reaches the other side.
Though initially a seemingly encounter across the waterfall. Arell uses the command word to bring each member and the egg carefully wrapped across the waterfall. Each member hesitantly grasping at the groom at first, slowly are reassured as their feet land on the ground on the other side. It’s a short walk over the next 20-30 minutes until you see the edge of a camp. Tents all sporadically arranged in a circle butted up against large redwood sized trees. Spiraling up each tree more and more tents and hammocks up 20,50,100 feet and more. Hanging lantern lights float up like pixies illuminating the darkening skies in the dusk oranges and purples. Being greeted by various elves, Firbolg, humans, and gnomes. Elyse begins to speak with various people. “Alert Cembessa, we have the egg.... better yet, Reginald go with them. Also tell her we have some uh. New members.”
While you wait you are brought to a large banquet-esque table that is filled with cornucopias of fruits and vegetables, brown speckled eggs. Through months of being hungry, it’s a sight that’s borderline astounding. “Please, take some... you all earned it.” After waiting for an hour or so while enjoying the delectable platters of food. An elven female in a flowing green gown walks up and greets you. “Welcome newcomers. We appreciate you efforts, none perhaps more than Cembessa herself. She regrets to inform you that she will not be ready to receive an audience tonight. Please stay with us for the night, she can see you in the morning. Elyse see to their needs.” After spending some more time, eating and checking out the local area. You see pens and cages, children tending to small birds and collecting the eggs you have been eating, boiling them. Women weaving clothes, men and others performing manual labor: leather-working, small blacksmith stations, etc
You begin to wonder and fear for Fouder and Solomon as you have not heard or seen them since separating. There is a ruckus across the way of the camp as children scatter and men and woman begin to rah toward the sound of swirling force and howling winds of a vacuum of air. They men begin shouting and yelling as Fingolin, Arell, and Tennanaz run to see what’s happening. You see before Fouder and Solomon themselves. Looking rather ragged.... and with a bear. Actually their skin looks tanned and slightly more weathered and their beard growth is much longer than what it was earlier in the day(maybe 2 weeks or so by the looks of it). A blue floating orb hovers over the shoulder of Fouder.
(Both Solomon and Fouder’s last memories are walking through the portal in the woods and nothing pass that.)
Fingolin was joyfully watching the people at work. He has missed the feeling of community. You might notice a change, a roundness to his face and gestures contrasting with the angular efficiency and serious tone you've known since you've met him. Seeing Fouder and Solomon only made the day better.
"Friends, you made it! We're all together again.", then he addresses those gathered, "It's all good, they're with us, and the reason we got here safely."
Arell says little as he looks around the camp. His eyes well up with joy, and he is constantly fighting back a lump in his throat as he watches the children play and the people work. All he had known the past time was misery, and this lively camp is a sight for sore eyes. He even smiles, putting a hand on Fingolin and Tennezaz' shoulders, wordlessly sharing his joy with the two. The joy is then further increased when Fouder and Solomon return to the group. He runs up to them, hailing those gathered nearby that Fingolin is telling the truth as he runs, and puts his arms around the two ragged looking companions. "You're alive! How? You did great, we managed to arrive here with almost no trouble! We thought you were-" He trails off, not even wanting to say the words anymore, simply smiling broadly again and holding them in his arms, overcome by emotion.
"We thought so, too," Fouder replies. "We had a run in with Kolyyt. We were fortunate to escape mostly unscathed..." he accepts the embrace, suddenly overwhelmed as he realises how big of a risk he took to get here, and how immensely pleased he is to have survived. Maybe he does have a reason to keep going, after all.
He looks to Solomon, ensuring he is also unharmed, then to the other side. He is glad to see that the bear is still with them, and in having turned his head to the cub, spots the orb floating above his shoulder. He jumps at the surprise, attempts to move away from it.
Tennezaz merely gives them a once over before shaking his head, stepping back to keep the bear away so that he does not startle the beast. "I did not know that humans could grow beards so quickly..."
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Solomon strokes his beard, as surprised as the others as to its length. "Nor did I, my friend. We came here via an 'alternate' route, it seems that the magic of this place has affected us, fortunately not seriously."
Although glad to see his companions unharmed, he wastes little time with pleasantries, instead firing off a series of questions regarding Cembessa and their escape with the egg. On finding out they would not be speaking to her any time soon, he scowls and frowns, clearly wanting to get on with things.
As Fouder notices the orb, Solomon reacts by quickly drawing his sword, ready should it do anything aggressive.
The camp people relax their guard when the group speaks up for Fouder and Solomon, but tense up a bit more once they see the reaction of the blue orb. It doesn’t react, slowly rotating in the air, hovering over the airspace of the group. Once the group begins to walk away the orb follows. You catch up on the stories briefly as you walk. Elyse shows you to your tent about 30 feet in the air up in the trees. It wraps around the trunk so it’s an odd and oblonged shape as it curves. It’s cozy and dry, well suitable to sleep in as incense in the windows keeps the bugs away.
Anything you’d like to do before going to bed and starting the next day?
While Fingolin attempts to communicate with the orb, Fouder looks to the bear, and decides that since they have come so far, this small beast having come with him into this new plane, he may as well name it. "Lior," he decides, derived from the word for 'small' in Dwarvish. He hopes that the hosts will not mind Lior joining them in their accommodation.
If Fingolin does not get any further with communicating with the orb, Fouder will clear his throat, before speaking in Infernal to it. "Wmiz vory haf?"
At the tent, Fingolin waits for the others to sleep, playing a soft tune if the others are ok with it. It has been a long, full day and he will have a lot to meditate on.
"Everything turned out well, it seems. It feels like the changing of seasons and winter is behind us. I like what I'm seeing here, so far. Still, we must be on our toes and keep an open mind for what comes next."
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"The orb doesn't seem harmful," Fouder says, sat listening to Fingolin's tune, looking at the faint blue orb that has accompanied him. "I don't think I've seen anything like this before." He tries to recall if he has any knowledge of anything even remotely like the tune.
Arcana: 17
If he does not recall anything meaningful about it, he will reach his hand out towards it.
As Fouder looks upon the floating globe of blue light. He sees some arcane tunes that are embossed all over. It appears to be some sort of silver, hard to tell though as everything on its glows and shimmers blue. The glyphs look elvish but much more distinct. Fingolin would discover them to be Sylvan. Nothing seems dangerous.about the sphere, So Fouder reaches out to touch it. Before he is able to connect with the ball it changes colors to red and a voice rings out. A young female voice: “Hey Solomon this is Vessla, had a great time the other night. You didn’t show up at the tavern.... again. Just wish I could’ve at least said goodbye, this will have to do for now.” After the voice stops the orb fades back to blue and rotates in its inert state once more.
"Looks like something elvish on it," Fouder says, unable to recognise Sylvan, after he has snatched his hand back from the orb as it turns red. He looks across to Solomon, before winking. "Vessla, ey? Seems as though she likes you." He pauses, scratches his jaw. "Hang on, when the hell did you get to a tavern?"
Fingolin breaks the song. Curiosity taking over, he ignores the significance of the message to focus on the orb itself: "Is that some sort of magical messaging device? I can read Elvish."He approaches the orb and tries to read the runes.
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Despite being weary from the arduous trek from the moment they came across the Egg, Arell pushes himself upright as the two discuss the glowing orb. With Fouder and Solomon returning looking like they travelled for weeks, the bear and orb, and Cembessa's entire camp, Arell had been somewhat overwhelmed by impressions. Now, however, as things started to settle, he comes back to his old self. Recently old self, that is. His true old self was lost, after all... it still lived back at his shop, and for all intents and purposes, the shop was gone, too.
"I can also have a look," Arell says softly as he comes close.
Mechanics:
Arcana: 24 Arell can read Sylvan, and knows a bit about the Feywild should that be of value here
Arell and Fingolin look over the sphere. Both being able to grab and hold it, once released it resumes floating once more. They both recognize that the script is Sylvan. The glyphs aren’t actually words to be translated but known magical tunes that are common during magical enchanting. The glyphs being similar to the ones used for spells that deal with communications. It indeed looks to be some sort of answering machine device. Arell recalling certain folklore of the Fey. What’s commonly referred to as a “wishing well” where someone makes a wish and tosses a stone into a well. Some traditions in the Fey tell tales of similar acts when wanting to leave a message for others. Ones that are powerful enough may be able to receive these types of messages, however it seems that for some reason or another; some one or something has made a device for both Fouder and Solomon to be able to hear these messages. Communications only go one way, as in it can not be used to “call” others, only receive messages.
Solomon frowns as the message rings out, trying his best not to look flustered, but failing as his face flushes red under his black, wiry beard. His hand unconsciously wanders to a silver ring hanging from his neck by a chain. "I... I do not know anyone by that name, and Fouder and I have seen no taverns, here or in Waterdeep. We passed through an opening to this place in the woods north of the city, then found ourselves here." He stares at the others, as if daring them to challenge his version of events.
Tennezaz let's them m as with the sphere, deciding that it would be best for his survival that none learned of his past as the memeber of a demon cult and assassin. "Leave that thing alone for now. It would be wise to learn what it does before you muck about with it."
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"That is useful", says Fingolin, imagining how would it be to actually fly on that broom. Catching himself daydreaming, he closes his eyes as Ekkiwe reaches the other side.
Though initially a seemingly encounter across the waterfall. Arell uses the command word to bring each member and the egg carefully wrapped across the waterfall. Each member hesitantly grasping at the groom at first, slowly are reassured as their feet land on the ground on the other side. It’s a short walk over the next 20-30 minutes until you see the edge of a camp. Tents all sporadically arranged in a circle butted up against large redwood sized trees. Spiraling up each tree more and more tents and hammocks up 20,50,100 feet and more. Hanging lantern lights float up like pixies illuminating the darkening skies in the dusk oranges and purples. Being greeted by various elves, Firbolg, humans, and gnomes. Elyse begins to speak with various people. “Alert Cembessa, we have the egg.... better yet, Reginald go with them. Also tell her we have some uh. New members.”
While you wait you are brought to a large banquet-esque table that is filled with cornucopias of fruits and vegetables, brown speckled eggs. Through months of being hungry, it’s a sight that’s borderline astounding. “Please, take some... you all earned it.” After waiting for an hour or so while enjoying the delectable platters of food. An elven female in a flowing green gown walks up and greets you. “Welcome newcomers. We appreciate you efforts, none perhaps more than Cembessa herself. She regrets to inform you that she will not be ready to receive an audience tonight. Please stay with us for the night, she can see you in the morning. Elyse see to their needs.” After spending some more time, eating and checking out the local area. You see pens and cages, children tending to small birds and collecting the eggs you have been eating, boiling them. Women weaving clothes, men and others performing manual labor: leather-working, small blacksmith stations, etc
You begin to wonder and fear for Fouder and Solomon as you have not heard or seen them since separating. There is a ruckus across the way of the camp as children scatter and men and woman begin to rah toward the sound of swirling force and howling winds of a vacuum of air. They men begin shouting and yelling as Fingolin, Arell, and Tennanaz run to see what’s happening. You see before Fouder and Solomon themselves. Looking rather ragged.... and with a bear. Actually their skin looks tanned and slightly more weathered and their beard growth is much longer than what it was earlier in the day(maybe 2 weeks or so by the looks of it). A blue floating orb hovers over the shoulder of Fouder.
(Both Solomon and Fouder’s last memories are walking through the portal in the woods and nothing pass that.)
Fingolin was joyfully watching the people at work. He has missed the feeling of community. You might notice a change, a roundness to his face and gestures contrasting with the angular efficiency and serious tone you've known since you've met him. Seeing Fouder and Solomon only made the day better.
"Friends, you made it! We're all together again.", then he addresses those gathered, "It's all good, they're with us, and the reason we got here safely."
Arell says little as he looks around the camp. His eyes well up with joy, and he is constantly fighting back a lump in his throat as he watches the children play and the people work. All he had known the past time was misery, and this lively camp is a sight for sore eyes. He even smiles, putting a hand on Fingolin and Tennezaz' shoulders, wordlessly sharing his joy with the two.
The joy is then further increased when Fouder and Solomon return to the group. He runs up to them, hailing those gathered nearby that Fingolin is telling the truth as he runs, and puts his arms around the two ragged looking companions. "You're alive! How? You did great, we managed to arrive here with almost no trouble! We thought you were-"
He trails off, not even wanting to say the words anymore, simply smiling broadly again and holding them in his arms, overcome by emotion.
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"We thought so, too," Fouder replies. "We had a run in with Kolyyt. We were fortunate to escape mostly unscathed..." he accepts the embrace, suddenly overwhelmed as he realises how big of a risk he took to get here, and how immensely pleased he is to have survived. Maybe he does have a reason to keep going, after all.
He looks to Solomon, ensuring he is also unharmed, then to the other side. He is glad to see that the bear is still with them, and in having turned his head to the cub, spots the orb floating above his shoulder. He jumps at the surprise, attempts to move away from it.
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Fouder Amberbreaker - Level 4 - Mountain Dwarf/Tempest Cleric
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Tennezaz merely gives them a once over before shaking his head, stepping back to keep the bear away so that he does not startle the beast. "I did not know that humans could grow beards so quickly..."
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Solomon strokes his beard, as surprised as the others as to its length. "Nor did I, my friend. We came here via an 'alternate' route, it seems that the magic of this place has affected us, fortunately not seriously."
Although glad to see his companions unharmed, he wastes little time with pleasantries, instead firing off a series of questions regarding Cembessa and their escape with the egg. On finding out they would not be speaking to her any time soon, he scowls and frowns, clearly wanting to get on with things.
As Fouder notices the orb, Solomon reacts by quickly drawing his sword, ready should it do anything aggressive.
The camp people relax their guard when the group speaks up for Fouder and Solomon, but tense up a bit more once they see the reaction of the blue orb. It doesn’t react, slowly rotating in the air, hovering over the airspace of the group. Once the group begins to walk away the orb follows. You catch up on the stories briefly as you walk. Elyse shows you to your tent about 30 feet in the air up in the trees. It wraps around the trunk so it’s an odd and oblonged shape as it curves. It’s cozy and dry, well suitable to sleep in as incense in the windows keeps the bugs away.
Anything you’d like to do before going to bed and starting the next day?
Walking to the tent, Fingolin tries to speak to the orb: "Can you speak? Pedil edhellen? Beth wyt ti? Intellegisne?"
Elvish:
Do you speak Elvish?
Sylvan:
What are you?
Celestial:
Do you understand?
While Fingolin attempts to communicate with the orb, Fouder looks to the bear, and decides that since they have come so far, this small beast having come with him into this new plane, he may as well name it. "Lior," he decides, derived from the word for 'small' in Dwarvish. He hopes that the hosts will not mind Lior joining them in their accommodation.
If Fingolin does not get any further with communicating with the orb, Fouder will clear his throat, before speaking in Infernal to it. "Wmiz vory haf?"
What are you?
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Fouder Amberbreaker - Level 4 - Mountain Dwarf/Tempest Cleric
DM - The Children of Hadal
Despite your attempts to communicate with the orb, it does not respond, just continues to hover and spin. Glowing a faint blue color.
At the tent, Fingolin waits for the others to sleep, playing a soft tune if the others are ok with it. It has been a long, full day and he will have a lot to meditate on.
"Everything turned out well, it seems. It feels like the changing of seasons and winter is behind us. I like what I'm seeing here, so far. Still, we must be on our toes and keep an open mind for what comes next."
"The orb doesn't seem harmful," Fouder says, sat listening to Fingolin's tune, looking at the faint blue orb that has accompanied him. "I don't think I've seen anything like this before." He tries to recall if he has any knowledge of anything even remotely like the tune.
Arcana: 17
If he does not recall anything meaningful about it, he will reach his hand out towards it.
Zydalia Quexx - Level 2 - Tiefling/Barbarian
Fouder Amberbreaker - Level 4 - Mountain Dwarf/Tempest Cleric
DM - The Children of Hadal
As Fouder looks upon the floating globe of blue light. He sees some arcane tunes that are embossed all over. It appears to be some sort of silver, hard to tell though as everything on its glows and shimmers blue. The glyphs look elvish but much more distinct. Fingolin would discover them to be Sylvan. Nothing seems dangerous.about the sphere, So Fouder reaches out to touch it. Before he is able to connect with the ball it changes colors to red and a voice rings out. A young female voice: “Hey Solomon this is Vessla, had a great time the other night. You didn’t show up at the tavern.... again. Just wish I could’ve at least said goodbye, this will have to do for now.” After the voice stops the orb fades back to blue and rotates in its inert state once more.
"Looks like something elvish on it," Fouder says, unable to recognise Sylvan, after he has snatched his hand back from the orb as it turns red. He looks across to Solomon, before winking. "Vessla, ey? Seems as though she likes you." He pauses, scratches his jaw. "Hang on, when the hell did you get to a tavern?"
Zydalia Quexx - Level 2 - Tiefling/Barbarian
Fouder Amberbreaker - Level 4 - Mountain Dwarf/Tempest Cleric
DM - The Children of Hadal
Fingolin breaks the song. Curiosity taking over, he ignores the significance of the message to focus on the orb itself: "Is that some sort of magical messaging device? I can read Elvish." He approaches the orb and tries to read the runes.
Despite being weary from the arduous trek from the moment they came across the Egg, Arell pushes himself upright as the two discuss the glowing orb. With Fouder and Solomon returning looking like they travelled for weeks, the bear and orb, and Cembessa's entire camp, Arell had been somewhat overwhelmed by impressions. Now, however, as things started to settle, he comes back to his old self. Recently old self, that is. His true old self was lost, after all... it still lived back at his shop, and for all intents and purposes, the shop was gone, too.
"I can also have a look," Arell says softly as he comes close.
Mechanics:
Arcana: 24
Arell can read Sylvan, and knows a bit about the Feywild should that be of value here
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Arell and Fingolin look over the sphere. Both being able to grab and hold it, once released it resumes floating once more. They both recognize that the script is Sylvan. The glyphs aren’t actually words to be translated but known magical tunes that are common during magical enchanting. The glyphs being similar to the ones used for spells that deal with communications. It indeed looks to be some sort of answering machine device. Arell recalling certain folklore of the Fey. What’s commonly referred to as a “wishing well” where someone makes a wish and tosses a stone into a well. Some traditions in the Fey tell tales of similar acts when wanting to leave a message for others. Ones that are powerful enough may be able to receive these types of messages, however it seems that for some reason or another; some one or something has made a device for both Fouder and Solomon to be able to hear these messages. Communications only go one way, as in it can not be used to “call” others, only receive messages.
Solomon frowns as the message rings out, trying his best not to look flustered, but failing as his face flushes red under his black, wiry beard. His hand unconsciously wanders to a silver ring hanging from his neck by a chain. "I... I do not know anyone by that name, and Fouder and I have seen no taverns, here or in Waterdeep. We passed through an opening to this place in the woods north of the city, then found ourselves here." He stares at the others, as if daring them to challenge his version of events.
Tennezaz let's them m as with the sphere, deciding that it would be best for his survival that none learned of his past as the memeber of a demon cult and assassin. "Leave that thing alone for now. It would be wise to learn what it does before you muck about with it."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)