The Exploits of Misfit Company

For just a moment, Bixby opens his mouth as if to reply to Kasha. Yet, not a word passes those lips, before they are pressed back into a thin, dispassionate line. Noting the looks in the other Eladrin, Bixby but looks back to Vastra and nods, before their quick journey back. Once on the other side...

Wisdom Saving Throw(DC 10): 7.

Bixby's vision swims for a moment, but a few shakes of the head clears the bugs. Still, he found himself looking around confused for a few moments. ".... Where.... ah... Right.... Never again." With that, he buggers off to find a certain Goliath Smith, if he stood not near the portal already, and asked for a place he might stay nearby without being too intrusive for the locals. That, and those the male knew that might be interested in sharing the history of the druids with an outsider.

Kasha gladly accepted all the hugs, no matter who was there, no matter who was watching.

Alys would simply stand with her hands balled in a fist. It wouldn't matter what she had to say, because it never mattered how she felt. She'd turn her back to the portal and let B take the exit he so desired.

Rinn shrugs, looking about at the others and wondering to himself about all the drama. He turns to follow the others, excited to see more of The Feywild.

Vastra sees Alys balling up her fists and gives her a hug as well. You all get back on the road to the Summer Court and when you pass the spot where Aelisandra and her friends were dancing, you see that they're gone. It doesn't take you much longer to reach the Summer Court. The court is in the middle of a grove of trees with brightly colored flowers. There are all sorts of fey creatures in there, dressed in beautiful garments that match the flowers.

The Summer Queen, Titania lounges on a throne in the center of the court. Upon first glance you see that she is stunningly beautiful, but you know that to continue to gaze upon her invites madness. Vastra quickly turns her head away, daring not to give her any more than a sideways glance.

Bixby: "You have returned quickly and alone. What happened?" Asks Hiatho.

Bixby clicks his tongue, and rubs at his forehead. "The Feywild and I did not mix well. So, rather than further... jeopardize things, I departed from the others." He admits as much. Though no matter how much he tried to hide it, a lingering irritating still showed in his glaring occasionally back in the direction of the portal. "Fortunately, they are more far more powerful than I, as well as clever enough to handle any unexpected snags in the mission... But never again shall I willingly step upon that plane... Now, about some place wait for them here, Hiatho."

Kasha eventually composed, somewhat, said goodbye to her mother, and approached the Queen. Without directly looking at her, she timidly said, "Uh. Hello! I'm Kasha. These are my friends. Can we please have some feywild essence? Please?"

Alys will accept Vastra's hug, letting her frustration fade away so she could focus on the task at hand. Although her curious nature wanted too, Alys followed Vastra's lead and would avoid looking directly at the queen. Wanting to support and back up their saddened druid, she would step forward to stand with Kasha, resting her hand on her shoulder.

Kasha placed her hand on Alys', giving it a loving squeeze and holding it, awaiting the answer from the Queen.

Vastra casts Mage Hand and floats the necklace that she was given over to the Queen.  "The essence can be mined from the great Niphredil tree in forest of Serathe. But I warn you, the forest is not safe."

Before any of you respond, she motions for a Tabaxi to join you. "This is Flawless Night, he owes me a debt and can help you find your way to the Niphredil tree."

The Tabaxi rises from kneeling before the Queen, cracks their neck, and then turns to truly face the party with curious, yellow eyes. He stood an easy six feet in height, their fur a dark blue with various spots patterned along it, and garbed himself not only in fine clothing colored gold, white, and black, but as well in a resplendent Half-Plate and gauntlets. At his hip was ornately handled rapier, scimitars at his back, and a golden choker bearing a blue, diamond shaped jewel at its center.

He greets the party with a pleasant smile, looks them over once, and then purring, makes an elegant bow. "Greetings! As our Lady has spoken, I am Flawless Night. Though you may call me Night, for short. And you have my most sincerest thanks for your timely arrival. Any questions you have not for her loveliness is best spoken of on the way. As we should not waste her time overly much." He gently warns in silky and deep voice.  

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"Thank you, Queen Titania." Vastra bows before heading off, following Flawless Night's lead. "So, tell us about yourself while we walk. How did you come about to be serving the Queen of the Summer Court?"

Kasha picked up Obsidian, but, for the moment, stayed quiet.

Flawless is sure to return all the courtesies he has in the past with the Queen, before beating a swift but elegant retreat from the court. "Nnnnn... Serve... is.... not quite an adequete term for it. I was merely ensuring my true master had no further complications lingering from-..." Flawless face falls for just a moment. "His past. Thankfully with this, I can finally take my leave of this plane. Beautiful and Wonderous as it is, there's.... a certain side of it that hides beneath it all. And a certain one must take to avoid becoming 'too' entangled."

He smiles toothily at the group. "A warning you've been given, I would hazard to guess, given the delivery just made. So, I won't bother with that further. I can otherwise say that my master is one of the Djinni; who has granted me a measure of power. Though any other tricks and formulas of are my own learning's over the years. A product of my journeys before my Master's ascension to a new form." Flawless admits as much. "Other than that, you all and I, this one feels at least, both occupy a similar role upon the prime as adventurers!" He squints. "Or has the world come under some threat since I've been gone as to require a different sort to willfully come to plane like this?"

Stella shakes her head. "Nope, adventurers is the right word for us. I'm Stella," she introduces herself before proceeding to introduce the rest of the Misfits. "And hopefully this'll be a short trip, with little risk of...entanglement, as you put it."

"Things have been fairly peaceful back on our world, although to be fair, it's not like I've interacted much with local politics."

 Flawless Night puts a hand on his chest, and breathes a sigh of relief. "That is all good to hear, my dears. Even if the times were a bit different since I last was there, there is a such thing as 'too much' work. Though-..." He looks askance for a moment, smiling with his tail gently flickering in the air behind him. "Business would booming I'm sure. Plenty of opportunities to acquire my master a number of interesting trinkets... But ah! Best not to dwell on such things. And if its fine with you all, might I accompany you through your means of having reached this plane? Finding easy ways to transition that don't 'mysteriously' move or become hidden on the whim of a fey consistently has been trying for me."  He admits with a dramatic sigh.

With hopefully having secured as much, he goes on to add as he continues to lead the group onward to the destination, "So, a few fair warnings about the destination. Taking the Feywild essence won't likely be easy, as taking anything from anything here -- and I do mean -anything- on both accounts -- is not going to come without a price. If we're lucky, that price will be steel, and your reward would be the prize, your life, and no hard feelings between those that survive the aftermath."

As you speak with Flawless Night, you eventually arrive at the edge of the Forest of Serathe. You see that the forest is mixed, with lively green-and-gold trees interspersed with dead black trees that have gnarled branches. You can see in the distance that there is a tall tree, branches splayed out in all directions, with beautiful multi-colored leaves growing from it. Flawless Night, you know this to be the Niphredil Tree.

Before you all enter the forest, you see a horrifying sight. There is what you assume to be a satyr lying on the ground, but there are small branches with leaves growing out of his back, his arms are elongated and beginning to look more like branches than limbs, and half of his face is beginning to turn hard and brown, as if it was tree bark instead of flesh. He looks at you with his one good eye. "Please." He forces out through half of his lips.

Alys would walk silently along with their druid. She'd listen to the smooth sound of the Flawless Night's voice, trying to follow his choice of words. The wizard would play Hiatho's warnings over and over in her mind, .... Do not make any promises nor accept any deals in the Feywild, even with a Fey that is your ally, as they rarely speak the full truth and promises are used as traps in the Feywild.... She decided not to respond to the tabaxi's question. She did not fully understand it in order to be able to even to attempt responding to it 'safely'. Of course, just as she's reminded herself not to interact much with the fey, they stumble upon the horrifying sight. A gasp of concern would leave Alys' lips. She'd have to stop herself from running over to try to help. Is it a trap? The wizard would scan the area for any evidence that this could be a trap, and whether there would be anything she could do to help. If the fey is 'indebted' to us for helping them, is that bad?