"You. Would. Never!" Ember exploded with mirth "you pocket qnything left unattended. Speaking of, return whatever you stole from the baron when we get back"

He sped up qnd tapped the nearest gnome on the shoulder trying to breathe as little as possible "do you know frendamus the cobbler? He was commissioned for a pair of shoes for the lady but he hasnt finishdd them and we were sent to find out why."

He looked down at his black armor and red sword "shit. Maybe someone else should do the talking."

A light hum shows that Triss was only barely listening to Ember anymore, definitely distracted by the revelry in front of them all now. The cheers catch their ear first, and then the smell of drinks catches their attention wholeheartedly. They take a few steps forward before they can catch themself, all ready to get swept up into the fun. Boy, does it look like they know how to have fun around here, too.

But, no, wait. Looking back at their friends, they grimace. "I s'pose we don't have time to celebrate right now, do we?"

Kellen walks with the group, enjoying the company and conversation as they explore this strange new place seemingly carved out of the hedges surrounding them.  “Sure, Ember, we can keep an eye on each other, just don’t go around waving that sword of yours at everything and everyone.  And leave Triss alone, they didn’t pinch anything” at this he pulls a small enamel box with decorative trim out of his pouch and inspects it “but the Lord does have interesting taste.” He looks defensively at the others “What, I never been in a Lord’s manor before, I thought a souvenir was in order”

When the party crosses their path, Kellen looks over with interest and mirth “Now, will you get a whiff of that, that’s none of Teaks’s river water.”  He shouts over to the other group “Where’s the party?”

The boozy fog may have spread farther than you all thought. (Everyone roll a Constitution save.)

Con Save: 15

Constitution Save: 13

14 Celesta con save

celesta is enchanted by the sight of the celebrating group, but says to the group “no, we don’t have time to get off of our first mission.  We want to complete our tasks quickly remember!   Maybe after we have saved her we can celebrate here before we return home.”

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14 Celesta con save

celesta is enchanted by the sight of the celebrating group, but says to the pc party  “no, we don’t have time to get off of our first mission.  We want to complete our tasks quickly remember!   Maybe after we have saved her we can celebrate here before we return home.”

CON Save: 13

Rolling in campaign log because im on mobile

 Rolled a 9

"Damnit. That does not smell nice" ember mutters shaking his head to clear it.

Tellior comes to a full stop as the strength of the fumes becomes clear. Triss starts to approach, but thinks better of it. Although the cloud of moonshine or whatever is powering this parade is strong, they manage to keep their heads clear. 

Ember, however, marches right into the group, tries to hold his breath, then talks anyway, and inhales the fumes. Kellen, Celesta, and Tender do not approach the drunken parade, but also make little to no attempt to avoid the boozy fog. These four suddenly stagger a little as the world begins to spin. It seems as though the fog has gone directly for their brains. (Feel free to describe how your character reacts to sudden, full-on drunkenness.)

Parolanta also stops moving forward upon noticing the pungent crowd. However, her slight form cannot resist the strength of even the outskirts of the intoxicating fog. She blinks in confusion, flutters sideways a bit, and then crashes into Tellior who instinctively supports her. He finds he has a befuddled pixie in his arms, who says, “Oh! Well’ello, dear. Nishe ov’you to sa’me. I’m’m’m shuddenly shleeepy.” And she stretches out her arms and curls up.

Tellior is a little caught by surprise as the pixie basically falls into his arms. "Well hello Parolanata!" he responds with a smile as he cradles her and tries to keep her from falling.  Seeing his other friends start to stagger a bit, he steps back a bit. "Are you guys alright?" he asks.  As he sees how they are affected, he begins to wonder if perhaps he is also under the effect of the fumes too - after all, he's never had a sprite fall into his arms before! 

It takes him a moment to assess the situation and decide that he at least thinks he doesn't feel drunk.  And Triss seems steady on their feet as well.  His heart sinks a bit as he sees Ember right up with the gnomes and satyrs and looking wobbly on his feet.  "Weren't you the one keeping Ember out of trouble!" he says in the direction of Triss.  It sounds like he's trying to make a joke, but there is definite concern in his voice.  He starts calling to the others. "Ok, you guys! it does look like a fun party but we have things to do.  We can party later, like Triss said!" he pleads. 

He also quickly looks about for a spot where he might safely set Parolanta down that might be reasonably comfortable and not in the middle of the road. 

As Tellior looks around, he finds a little hollow at the base of the hedge wall. Parolanta could rest there for a moment while Tellior deals with his friends.

Celesta laughs merrily, feeling the effects of the vapors, but then manages to keep her composure “hey…all.. weees  wreally need be keep… going.  Get shoes remember? “ she starts giggling again..

Tellior will very quickly - and gently - set Parolanta down in the hollow that he spotted.  He then returns his attention to his friends. 

As Kellen approaches the group, the full weight of the intoxicating cloud surrounding them hits him in the face.  He immediately stumbles, his eyes get glassy, and he starts slurring his words “Woww, what is that stuff?” He turns at Celesta’s remark and looks down at his own feet, stumbling more as he does “sshoes? What shoes?  Am I missing my ssshoes? We’red they go?”

The world. Was spinning. "Damned feywildsh noshing makesh senshe.

Triss claps a hand over their mouth, trying - and failing - to stifle their laughter. Oh, this isn't good. But, hells, their friends are fun when they're all drunk. It's usually more fun when they're personally drunk, too. They flash a toothy grin at Tellior. "I never said a word 'bout keepin' him outta trouble, luv." But they wave a hand in the air. "I'll go get him, though, if you wouldn't mind corralling the others back together."

Slinking through the group and alcoholic cloud, Triss sidles right up alongside Ember. "Heya, Ember, darlin'. Why don't we get a little back on track here?" They slip an arm around his shoulders, tugging him gently back toward the others. "These folks here are far too busy to help us, but we could use you back in the group. Your level-headedness is legendary, after all."

Another grin tugs at their lips. "Also, now you can't complain about my gettin' drunk anymore," they tease. "Least I've never gotten drunk off of fumes."

Triss and Tellior manage to herd the others back to the hollow where Parolanta is curled up sleeping. Just as you are trying to decide what to do, a tall satyr wearing colorful silk trousers, a flowing pastel pink shirt, and blue bowler walks out of the hedge about five feet back down the road. This is rather unexpected and mysterious to you all. The sober folks quickly figure out that there is actually a door in the hedge that you didn’t notice. The painted carvings of vines and branches must have camouflaged it when you walked past before, plus you were distracted by the noise of the revelers. A small sign on the front says Pieco’s Plumage.

(What would you all like to do? Parolanta is still passed out and Ember, Kellen, and Celesta are still reeling with drunkenness.)

"No. Go away. We dont like goshtsh here. Begone"