"Oh!" Aliik exclaims as the memories rush back in, and he turns wide eyes briefly to Kyrian, a flash of recognition in his eyes. "I remember! It's quite good to see you again." Relief floods through him at the returned knowledge, and some measure of comfort at being with someone he knows.
He has little time to say more before the faun calls them forward again, and Aliik can't help but be fascinated by the portals, by the sights of purple grass and distant towers - something new, his mind all but shouts. He does not hesitate in following Henwyn, eager to be out of this place, away from the death and the fear and their abilities to rip everything he knows from his mind. You are Aliik, he reminds himself firmly as he glances back once more towards his companions.
"Shall we, then?" he asks before stepping into the portal.
Rhogar watches Aliik and Kyrian reunite as friends and smiles. His own memories are still foggy but he isn't sure if that is because of whatever magic had been cast on them all or if there was something deeper that was wrong with him.
But when he sees the red-orange glow of sunshine through the portal he shrugs off the lack of memory and the gnawing emptiness. That sunshine will feel good on his scales.
The light of the sun. That means something. Through the portal it looks so small, especially against all the darkness of this place. Something small that needs to be guarded fiercely.
He watches the first of the group go through the portal. He still knows nothing of these people he fought with in the arena, nothing but what their actions have shown. They are good. And that's enough.
A rush of air and color flashes before the party. First you feel small then infinite as you then appear of the other side all in one piece but still with the injuries if your ordeal. This place seems the same as the other but oddly there's more light and warmth, this feels like a better place to be than before.
"Friends," Henwyn calls out to the party. "Some of you have mentioned loss of memory...that will return with time. I'm afraid it's an effect of the Fey Wild as well as the sinister mages who wished to sell you to the highest bidder. Your minds will need to adjust in time we have no magic that will reverse this natural effect. It's a trial to be sure on top of the deeds of the Night Market but I for one am glad my followed and I gained the strength and mind to release you all," she explains. "Now...before we join court how can I ease your minds," she asks bright brown eyes shining in the twilight hours.
The goliath stays near protectively while the sprites flutter off into the nearby trees of shades from gold to blue and green.
OOC: The party can ask questions or investigate their surroundings or both.
Aliik looks around immediately after stepping through the portal, his attention only briefly snagged by Henwyn as she speaks to them. The light and warmth of this place feels good on his feathers, and he can't quite restrain his curiosity. "What will you do with us," he asks immediately, though even that sounds somewhat distracted, like he isn't actually overly concerned with what might happen to them here. Surely, it had to be better than the last place, after all. He takes a breath and basks for a moment in being free from that place, in knowing who he is and where he comes from.
Once he's centered himself, Aliik begins to look around, really taking in their surroundings, trying to discern as much as he can. He absently stretches his wings, shaking out his cramped feathers, though he doesn't leave the ground. It simply feels nice to stretch them as he investigates this new place they've found themselves, though he's careful not to accidentally hit anyone with them. "And where is this place?" She'd said something about a court, hadn't she?
“Who are you?”” He said, but not really eagerly. Out of the corner of his eye, he is watching his surroundings closely, very closely. Light and warmth does not automatically mean you’re safe.
Perception:26
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DMing:
Solo Hoard of the Dragon Queen
Playing:
Baral-Coliseum of Conquest, Lazarus Vernon- Tale of Mercenaries;Bernard Lionsbane- Solo Curse of Strahd
OOC: For checks please tell me what you're looking for perception natural things sight, sounds, smells ex: flora and fauna, weather, people, or smells then there's investigation ex: traps, architecture, secret doors. You guys rolled but what are you trying to perceive or investigate? Sorry for the lack of clarity on my part.
The party can see a vast forest of oddly shaped and shaded trees to the left and the right as a central path straight as an arrow, a road two carts wide, leads ahead towards the spires ahead. There are three spires in total. The tallest at the center flanked by two others of shorter stature. All spires glisten in the orange-red skyline.
"You were taken from your homes and brought to the Fey Wild...we are at the war with the Unseelie. Now we can not leave this plane," Henwyn replies. "We have warriors yes and you're free to go but the Wilds are dangerous. I invite you to join us but please if you wish to leave we will not stop you," she replies.
Rashar is doing a general search of the area: he’s instinctively searching for threats and traps, but if there’s anything that stands out to him he would also to take note of it as well.
“Hmm...Unseelie? I not sure if I belong in this strange plane of existence. Is there anyway for me to return to my original plane, where I belong?”
Rashar asks the questions, then waits to see what the others say.
(ooc: I think I meant to roll perception, actually, but your post covered mostly what Aliik was looking for - just a general sort of 'what's around' view)
Aliik studies their rescuer for a long moment before glancing around at his companions, clicking his beak thoughtfully. He tucks his wings inwards, leaning lightly against his quarterstaff. "To be quite honest, I'd like to accept your invitation," he admits, thinking of good food and a comfortable bed, more wistfully of a good set of parchment and charcoal; with his memories back, he finds himself mourning the loss of his cartography book and all the work he'd put into it. "Still, I would not speak for the group," he adds, turning to look at them, head tilting to the side in the manner of curious birds. "They did save us," he offers, though one might suggest that simply invites more questions and suspicions. Aliik simply wasn't the type to look the proverbial gift horse in the mouth.
Rashar would notice the party is being watched from the trees and the same odd feeling in his mind, a malaise he can't seem to shake.
"The planes are closed...there will be no return until we vanquish our enemy," Iwan the goliath growls. "You were taken like cattle rustled from a field. The Night Market has many uses. One is trading in fodder for the Unseelie," he adds curtly but is silenced as Henwyn raises her hand to him.
"We can offer you shelter, food, and protection. I will ask none to fight for us..." Henwyn explains. "Until the planes are open again I'm afraid you must remain," the knight replies.
She then pauses next as a elven man appears in a crackle of energy.
"Your highness....your mother wishes your return to the spire," the elven mage says with a bow to Henwyn he then gives the party a curious look.
"Yes...she's collected more strays..." Iwan jibs with a smirk his hand on the hilt of his blade. "Shall we return your highness," he says grinning at the faun who bristles at the title.
"Do they join your retinue your highness," the elven mage asks next.
Henwyn then looks at the party.
"Will you join us," Henwyn asks next looking at the party curiously.
Rashar feels a sense of nostalgia come over him as he realizes that the faun was royalty. Has he met royalty before? The idea of serving a greater cause appealed to him on a deeper level, and he's becoming more receptive to this strange land in general.
Rashar bows. "Your highness, I would be honored to do so, since you arranged for our escape from that horrible Night Market. However, my memories have not yet returned. Without them, as a person I'm not whole- I have no well of experience to draw from and can not make such an important choice in good conscience.
I will journey with you and find out more about your homeland. Hopefully, my memories will return and I will give you an answer. These allies of my mine fought with me and have earned my trust. If they agree, then I will follow them as well. Please, give me more time, and perhaps you find a new servant of your court."
Aliik marvels at the company of royalty, immediately turning to bow to Henwyn, flaring his wings out as a sign of respect.
"Your highness," he says, before straightening, pulling his wings in again. "I would be honored to join you," he starts, and then gasps when he realizes he's forgotten his manners. "Oh, but I never did even say thank you!" He fumbles a moment with the quarterstaff, having let go of it in his surprise at himself. Perhaps it could be forgiven, given the circumstances. "Please, allow me to thank you for coming to our aid and getting us out of that terrible place," he says, making every effort to ensure his gratitude is plain on his face as well, "and for your hospitality, which I happily accept, and hope that my companions do as well."
He pauses here, looking towards Rashar. "Come, friend, they are only offering us shelter and food; surely you can rest and eat while you wait for your memories to return. Surely all of us could do with a safe place to rest," he adds, looking hopefully at the rest.
(ooc: posting again 'cause I wanted to get Aliik's answer in before I head off to bed for the night!)
Rhogar senses that he may have said something wrong but he's not sure what it was. The faun and goliath answered directly, but he struggles a little in following much of the flowery language of his new . . . companions. But he does finally get the gist of all of it.
"These,' he pauses to make sure he gets the word right, "these Unseelie. They are hurting your world?"
He looks around at the odd trees and colors. This is not his home but it is their home and they appear to be in trouble.
"Does opening the planes help you? Does that protect this place? If so I will help. I will help."
Kyrian also bows. "my former life holds nothing of value. I will gladly help you. However, I would like to know more about the Unseelie, before I pit myself against them."
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Mirion just blinks as the fauns status is announced, it certainly wasn't what he was expecting. He just listens as everyone exchanges words and nods as his hand falls on the hilt of scimitar "My blade is yours, highness."
"Oh!" Aliik exclaims as the memories rush back in, and he turns wide eyes briefly to Kyrian, a flash of recognition in his eyes. "I remember! It's quite good to see you again." Relief floods through him at the returned knowledge, and some measure of comfort at being with someone he knows.
He has little time to say more before the faun calls them forward again, and Aliik can't help but be fascinated by the portals, by the sights of purple grass and distant towers - something new, his mind all but shouts. He does not hesitate in following Henwyn, eager to be out of this place, away from the death and the fear and their abilities to rip everything he knows from his mind. You are Aliik, he reminds himself firmly as he glances back once more towards his companions.
"Shall we, then?" he asks before stepping into the portal.
(ooc: 1:30 am for me, so I'm off to sleep.)
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Rashar enters the portal wordlessly.
DMing:
Solo Hoard of the Dragon Queen
Playing:
Baral- Coliseum of Conquest, Lazarus Vernon- Tale of Mercenaries; Bernard Lionsbane- Solo Curse of Strahd
Kyrian follows
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Rhogar watches Aliik and Kyrian reunite as friends and smiles. His own memories are still foggy but he isn't sure if that is because of whatever magic had been cast on them all or if there was something deeper that was wrong with him.
But when he sees the red-orange glow of sunshine through the portal he shrugs off the lack of memory and the gnawing emptiness. That sunshine will feel good on his scales.
The light of the sun. That means something. Through the portal it looks so small, especially against all the darkness of this place. Something small that needs to be guarded fiercely.
He watches the first of the group go through the portal. He still knows nothing of these people he fought with in the arena, nothing but what their actions have shown. They are good. And that's enough.
He steps through the portal.
Mirion just follows silently through the portal.
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
A rush of air and color flashes before the party. First you feel small then infinite as you then appear of the other side all in one piece but still with the injuries if your ordeal. This place seems the same as the other but oddly there's more light and warmth, this feels like a better place to be than before.
"Friends," Henwyn calls out to the party. "Some of you have mentioned loss of memory...that will return with time. I'm afraid it's an effect of the Fey Wild as well as the sinister mages who wished to sell you to the highest bidder. Your minds will need to adjust in time we have no magic that will reverse this natural effect. It's a trial to be sure on top of the deeds of the Night Market but I for one am glad my followed and I gained the strength and mind to release you all," she explains. "Now...before we join court how can I ease your minds," she asks bright brown eyes shining in the twilight hours.
The goliath stays near protectively while the sprites flutter off into the nearby trees of shades from gold to blue and green.
OOC: The party can ask questions or investigate their surroundings or both.
Aliik looks around immediately after stepping through the portal, his attention only briefly snagged by Henwyn as she speaks to them. The light and warmth of this place feels good on his feathers, and he can't quite restrain his curiosity. "What will you do with us," he asks immediately, though even that sounds somewhat distracted, like he isn't actually overly concerned with what might happen to them here. Surely, it had to be better than the last place, after all. He takes a breath and basks for a moment in being free from that place, in knowing who he is and where he comes from.
Once he's centered himself, Aliik begins to look around, really taking in their surroundings, trying to discern as much as he can. He absently stretches his wings, shaking out his cramped feathers, though he doesn't leave the ground. It simply feels nice to stretch them as he investigates this new place they've found themselves, though he's careful not to accidentally hit anyone with them. "And where is this place?" She'd said something about a court, hadn't she?
Investigation: 20
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Rashar is confused.
“Who are you?”” He said, but not really eagerly. Out of the corner of his eye, he is watching his surroundings closely, very closely. Light and warmth does not automatically mean you’re safe.
Perception:26
DMing:
Solo Hoard of the Dragon Queen
Playing:
Baral- Coliseum of Conquest, Lazarus Vernon- Tale of Mercenaries; Bernard Lionsbane- Solo Curse of Strahd
Rhogar turns his face to the sky and feels the warmth run through him. He rolls his shoulders. Enough frivolousness, he thinks.
“Why did you bring us here?”
He nods at the Goliath, the other warriors the rescued them, and at the faun.
“You have warriors and magic far greater than we have. What do you want from us?”
Mirion walks quietly as the others talk, taking in the sights and sounds of his surrounding.
OOC:
Perception check: 9
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
OOC: For checks please tell me what you're looking for perception natural things sight, sounds, smells ex: flora and fauna, weather, people, or smells then there's investigation ex: traps, architecture, secret doors. You guys rolled but what are you trying to perceive or investigate? Sorry for the lack of clarity on my part.
The party can see a vast forest of oddly shaped and shaded trees to the left and the right as a central path straight as an arrow, a road two carts wide, leads ahead towards the spires ahead. There are three spires in total. The tallest at the center flanked by two others of shorter stature. All spires glisten in the orange-red skyline.
"You were taken from your homes and brought to the Fey Wild...we are at the war with the Unseelie. Now we can not leave this plane," Henwyn replies. "We have warriors yes and you're free to go but the Wilds are dangerous. I invite you to join us but please if you wish to leave we will not stop you," she replies.
Kyrian nods "as coarse as my companions language was, I do agree with his statements. why are we here?"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Rashar is doing a general search of the area: he’s instinctively searching for threats and traps, but if there’s anything that stands out to him he would also to take note of it as well.
“Hmm...Unseelie? I not sure if I belong in this strange plane of existence. Is there anyway for me to return to my original plane, where I belong?”
Rashar asks the questions, then waits to see what the others say.
DMing:
Solo Hoard of the Dragon Queen
Playing:
Baral- Coliseum of Conquest, Lazarus Vernon- Tale of Mercenaries; Bernard Lionsbane- Solo Curse of Strahd
(ooc: I think I meant to roll perception, actually, but your post covered mostly what Aliik was looking for - just a general sort of 'what's around' view)
Aliik studies their rescuer for a long moment before glancing around at his companions, clicking his beak thoughtfully. He tucks his wings inwards, leaning lightly against his quarterstaff. "To be quite honest, I'd like to accept your invitation," he admits, thinking of good food and a comfortable bed, more wistfully of a good set of parchment and charcoal; with his memories back, he finds himself mourning the loss of his cartography book and all the work he'd put into it. "Still, I would not speak for the group," he adds, turning to look at them, head tilting to the side in the manner of curious birds. "They did save us," he offers, though one might suggest that simply invites more questions and suspicions. Aliik simply wasn't the type to look the proverbial gift horse in the mouth.
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Rashar would notice the party is being watched from the trees and the same odd feeling in his mind, a malaise he can't seem to shake.
"The planes are closed...there will be no return until we vanquish our enemy," Iwan the goliath growls. "You were taken like cattle rustled from a field. The Night Market has many uses. One is trading in fodder for the Unseelie," he adds curtly but is silenced as Henwyn raises her hand to him.
"We can offer you shelter, food, and protection. I will ask none to fight for us..." Henwyn explains. "Until the planes are open again I'm afraid you must remain," the knight replies.
She then pauses next as a elven man appears in a crackle of energy.
"Your highness....your mother wishes your return to the spire," the elven mage says with a bow to Henwyn he then gives the party a curious look.
"Yes...she's collected more strays..." Iwan jibs with a smirk his hand on the hilt of his blade. "Shall we return your highness," he says grinning at the faun who bristles at the title.
"Do they join your retinue your highness," the elven mage asks next.
Henwyn then looks at the party.
"Will you join us," Henwyn asks next looking at the party curiously.
Rashar feels a sense of nostalgia come over him as he realizes that the faun was royalty. Has he met royalty before? The idea of serving a greater cause appealed to him on a deeper level, and he's becoming more receptive to this strange land in general.
Rashar bows. "Your highness, I would be honored to do so, since you arranged for our escape from that horrible Night Market. However, my memories have not yet returned. Without them, as a person I'm not whole- I have no well of experience to draw from and can not make such an important choice in good conscience.
I will journey with you and find out more about your homeland. Hopefully, my memories will return and I will give you an answer. These allies of my mine fought with me and have earned my trust. If they agree, then I will follow them as well. Please, give me more time, and perhaps you find a new servant of your court."
DMing:
Solo Hoard of the Dragon Queen
Playing:
Baral- Coliseum of Conquest, Lazarus Vernon- Tale of Mercenaries; Bernard Lionsbane- Solo Curse of Strahd
Aliik marvels at the company of royalty, immediately turning to bow to Henwyn, flaring his wings out as a sign of respect.
"Your highness," he says, before straightening, pulling his wings in again. "I would be honored to join you," he starts, and then gasps when he realizes he's forgotten his manners. "Oh, but I never did even say thank you!" He fumbles a moment with the quarterstaff, having let go of it in his surprise at himself. Perhaps it could be forgiven, given the circumstances. "Please, allow me to thank you for coming to our aid and getting us out of that terrible place," he says, making every effort to ensure his gratitude is plain on his face as well, "and for your hospitality, which I happily accept, and hope that my companions do as well."
He pauses here, looking towards Rashar. "Come, friend, they are only offering us shelter and food; surely you can rest and eat while you wait for your memories to return. Surely all of us could do with a safe place to rest," he adds, looking hopefully at the rest.
(ooc: posting again 'cause I wanted to get Aliik's answer in before I head off to bed for the night!)
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Rhogar senses that he may have said something wrong but he's not sure what it was. The faun and goliath answered directly, but he struggles a little in following much of the flowery language of his new . . . companions. But he does finally get the gist of all of it.
"These,' he pauses to make sure he gets the word right, "these Unseelie. They are hurting your world?"
He looks around at the odd trees and colors. This is not his home but it is their home and they appear to be in trouble.
"Does opening the planes help you? Does that protect this place? If so I will help. I will help."
He moves to get in step with the others.
Kyrian also bows. "my former life holds nothing of value. I will gladly help you. However, I would like to know more about the Unseelie, before I pit myself against them."
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Mirion just blinks as the fauns status is announced, it certainly wasn't what he was expecting. He just listens as everyone exchanges words and nods as his hand falls on the hilt of scimitar "My blade is yours, highness."
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9