Celesta has a good understanding of the Feywild, better known by its inhabitants as the Everwood, the Truelands, or other names. The Archfey who rule there are practically, but not quite, deities in this land. Outsiders divide these rulers into the Summer Court and Winter Court and clumsily assign the label of “good” to the former and “evil” to the latter. But the Archfey are far too complex for this to be a truly accurate description. Nevertheless, you would probably prefer to deal with members of the Summer Court. And while you don’t remember for certain, you feel that Lady Daneliean is a name associated with that group, though perhaps there was some kind of conflict or drama there? You remember a story about an Archfey being confined to rule a particular city as punishment for some slight to the Summer Court. Was that her? You believe so.
Outside you see two humans in leathers, pacing back and forth across the lawn. Both their identical black curly hair and mannerisms suggest that they may be twins, apparently male and female. “Anni! Barlo! These are the good folk who are to bring Cat home. You must show them where you think she disappeared.”
“Yes, sir,” says Anni.
“Right away,” says Barlo.
They lead you to the edge of the nearby woods and along a wide trail. “We’ve been riding or hunting on this trail with Lady Cat countless times and seen no more danger than a wild boar,” explains Anni as she strides quickly ahead.
“Something felt odd yesterday,” adds Barlo. “I wish I had not dismissed the feeling.”
“Indeed, the very air felt charged. Everything still and quiet for a moment. Then sudden whispering breezes tickling around our ears,” says Anni.
“We thought it was a storm coming,” says Barlo.
After practically trotting along the trail for a good distance, they reach a huge oak. They explain that this was where Lady Cat had turned off the path. Soon you all come upon a clearing in the trees. Small flowers carpet the forest floor here in a circle and the woods are strangely still. Anni and Barlo stand far back. “This is where she disappeared.”
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"Geesh! It's not like I wear my armor all the time or carry a sword around town!" Tellior says to Kellen in a lowered voice. The reality is none of you have ever seen him with such things.
In short time he returns wearing a fancy looking shirt of scale mail - the scales alternating between a silvery color and a slightly darker grey. Over that is his bright white vestments of Milil. And at his left side is a longsword.
While the same face, Tellior looks far more the Cleric than playful entertainer. Only his cornett hanging to his side is familiar from his normal appearance. "See? Didn't take long at all!"
She considers what she knows of this type of magic..23 arcana check in the campaign log.
depending on what she knows, she will ritual cast detect magic magic on the circle (if she feels it is worth the 10 minutes of time) If she knows what’s going on without it then she won’t spend the time.
Celesta walks carefully to the outside edge of the circle of flowers- carefully not stepping inside. Her step seems lighter than usual- she leaves almost no trace of her passage in the grass, and her cloak seems to blend in with the sylvan surroundings, her silver-blonde hair sparkling in the dappled sunlight.
“Perhaps a portal or a teleportation circle is here.... what time did she disappear? Were the moon and stars out? Did you see the fey?” She asks the two.
Triss has stayed quiet most of this meeting, their head cocked to the side as they digested all this information. Their fingers pluck anxiously at the string of their longbow. But they are listening. Taking in all the information. Trying to hide their grin and laughter at the others, knowing they should at least try and look serious. One of them has to. Upon the request, Triss gives a quiet but confident agreement.
Someone’s gotta watch after these guys, after all. And 50 gold, well, that’s a nice addition to their coin purse.
They don't need to grab any gear; they've long since learned the habit of carrying everything on their person. Triss lets out a whistle when Tellior rejoins them, though. “Whoa, look at you!” they tease. Then they give him a little wink. “Lookin’ good and shiny. Maybe the fey will wanna take you first.”
Following the two humans, Tries strides down along the trail, an odd ease to them that their friends may not have witnessed before. But they grew up in the woods, and this is technically home. The stillness, though, that's a little unnerving. But Triss meets it head-on with a grin, refusing to show their unease.
“This is it? Huh.” They steps into the clearing and looks around. Crouching down, they pick one of the flowers and twirl it around their fingers before looking back up at Anni and Barlo. “You two were here, right? There anythin’ else you can tell us? What happened to you that you didn’t end up following?”
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Ember straps on his shield and draws his jagged-bladed longsword then follows the group, after all they know more about nature than he does. while they talk he keeps an eye out for danger 13
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There are countless stories about entering the fey realm, every one of them different. They all involve some powerful natural space and often include something circular: a quiet pool, a circle of mushrooms, that sort of thing. The trigger of the actual teleportation is the mysterious part. Unless a person knows high level magic, you’re usually at the whim of some fey creature or pure chance. Before you all is a circle of flowers, but it is unclear what drew Catherine across the veil.
Barlo answers Celesta’s questions: “It is hard to recall the details clearly. We left the path, we found this circle, Lady Cat dismounted and handed me the reins to her horse. It seems to me there was music…”
As Barlo trails off, Anni adds, “It was ‘round about noon. I remember thinking that perhaps Lady Cat would like some lunch, and wasn’t this a pretty place to have it. I dismounted, too, I think...yes, I was going to tie up the horses over here away from the flowers.”
“We didn’t see any fey creatures,” says Barlo. “But let me ask you this: can faeries make you fall asleep?” At this, Anni gives him a bit of a jab with her elbow. “What?!” he says to her. “This all has made me curious about these creatures.”
Just as Barlo speaks, the flower in Triss’ hand is plucked from her fingers and carried swiftly across the circle. At the same time, Ember feels something tug at his ear and buzz away.
(You may all make a Perception or Investigation check)
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Kellen reddens when Tellior returns, looking a little ashamed. “Wow, look at you! I never knew you had such a get up. I guess when you have as little as I do, you tend to keep it close”He instinctively places a hand on his rapier and clutches his pack a little tighter.
He eyes the circle warily, but hangs back and lets Celeste and Triss do their thing. This was their area of expertise after all. “Do you think the magic would still work if we stepped in the circle?” He takes a closer look. Investigation 9
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As they approached the circle of flowers, Tellior would have stayed close, idly watching whatever Celestra was doing. He made no attempt to get in too close though. As he hears the elf's warning to be ready, he glances around the place quickly, trying to prepare for whatever it is she is warning about.
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Tender looks closely at the flowers, half-listening to the two talk about what had happened. She does heed Celesta's warning not to step in the circle, though.
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As soon as the flower is plucked out of their hand by a breeze, Triss only grins wider. Oh, this is going to be fun. They watch the flower fly away before turning to the others and clapping their hands together.
"Well, c'mon, folks," they call out, taking a step closer to the circle. They're now standing right along the edge, and they wave a hand at the flowers, fingers wiggling excitedly. "Our job's to get into the Feywild, ain't it? Let's see what kinda trouble we can find in this circle - if anything even happens."
Stepping a little closer, Kellen scans the area. It’s odd the way the branches of bushes that are spaced here and there around the clearing are rustling and waving. He can feel the stillness in the air - there is no breeze here. Something is moving those branches, but whatever it is is completely unseen. Tender studies the flowers in the circle and notices narrow lines along which the tiny flowers appear to have been trampled. These lines bend and intersect and branch, forming a maze-like pattern in the carpet of flowers. They are almost like footpaths but made by very small creatures. Watching the flower zip away from her, Triss first thinks it was only a mischievous breeze. After a moment, though, she sees the blossom dancing around in the middle of the circle. No mere wind is supporting it: could it be held by some invisible creature?
As you all take in these odd phenomena, you all begin to hear the tinkle of laughter from here and there about the circle. One slightly deeper voice whispers to Ember, “Now, now, that’s not very friendly!” For just a moment, Ember feels a tiny hand on his chest. (Roll a Charisma saving throw.) Kellen and Tender also feel the light touch of a small hand. (Charisma saving throws please.) Celesta, Tellior, and Triss sense the presence of another in their minds. (Wisdom saving throws please.) As this feeling arises, everyone but Ember and Tellior catch a glimpse of two small creatures hiding in the bushes about 20 feet away. They are about 10 inches tall with gossamer wings folded behind them, tiny elf-like features, and shimmering green and brown clothing.
Celesta, Tellior, and Triss:
Please send me your character’s surface thoughts at the moment in a private message or post them in a spoiler. If you roll less than 12, also include your character’s reasoning and motivation for being here, what they are trying to accomplish, emotional state, and anything that looms large in their mind (something that worries, delights, or angers them, perhaps).
24not nice!Ember growls nothing like sneaking up on us and attacking us
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Tender is intrigued by the small patterns and goes to lean forward a little more only to be startled by the light touch, startling. "What -" she turns her head to look, eyes wide.
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Triss cocks their head to the side, watching the flower move about in the circle. And then something flitters about in the back of their mind, a soft touch - yet unfamiliar all the same.
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Celesta's History check:
Celesta has a good understanding of the Feywild, better known by its inhabitants as the Everwood, the Truelands, or other names. The Archfey who rule there are practically, but not quite, deities in this land. Outsiders divide these rulers into the Summer Court and Winter Court and clumsily assign the label of “good” to the former and “evil” to the latter. But the Archfey are far too complex for this to be a truly accurate description. Nevertheless, you would probably prefer to deal with members of the Summer Court. And while you don’t remember for certain, you feel that Lady Daneliean is a name associated with that group, though perhaps there was some kind of conflict or drama there? You remember a story about an Archfey being confined to rule a particular city as punishment for some slight to the Summer Court. Was that her? You believe so.
Outside you see two humans in leathers, pacing back and forth across the lawn. Both their identical black curly hair and mannerisms suggest that they may be twins, apparently male and female. “Anni! Barlo! These are the good folk who are to bring Cat home. You must show them where you think she disappeared.”
“Yes, sir,” says Anni.
“Right away,” says Barlo.
They lead you to the edge of the nearby woods and along a wide trail. “We’ve been riding or hunting on this trail with Lady Cat countless times and seen no more danger than a wild boar,” explains Anni as she strides quickly ahead.
“Something felt odd yesterday,” adds Barlo. “I wish I had not dismissed the feeling.”
“Indeed, the very air felt charged. Everything still and quiet for a moment. Then sudden whispering breezes tickling around our ears,” says Anni.
“We thought it was a storm coming,” says Barlo.
After practically trotting along the trail for a good distance, they reach a huge oak. They explain that this was where Lady Cat had turned off the path. Soon you all come upon a clearing in the trees. Small flowers carpet the forest floor here in a circle and the woods are strangely still. Anni and Barlo stand far back. “This is where she disappeared.”
DM: Into the Feywild
Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
"Geesh! It's not like I wear my armor all the time or carry a sword around town!" Tellior says to Kellen in a lowered voice. The reality is none of you have ever seen him with such things.
In short time he returns wearing a fancy looking shirt of scale mail - the scales alternating between a silvery color and a slightly darker grey. Over that is his bright white vestments of Milil. And at his left side is a longsword.
While the same face, Tellior looks far more the Cleric than playful entertainer. Only his cornett hanging to his side is familiar from his normal appearance. "See? Didn't take long at all!"
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
She considers what she knows of this type of magic..23 arcana check in the campaign log.
depending on what she knows, she will ritual cast detect magic magic on the circle (if she feels it is worth the 10 minutes of time) If she knows what’s going on without it then she won’t spend the time.
Celesta walks carefully to the outside edge of the circle of flowers- carefully not stepping inside. Her step seems lighter than usual- she leaves almost no trace of her passage in the grass, and her cloak seems to blend in with the sylvan surroundings, her silver-blonde hair sparkling in the dappled sunlight.
“Perhaps a portal or a teleportation circle is here.... what time did she disappear? Were the moon and stars out? Did you see the fey?” She asks the two.
(Spoiler for DM)
Triss has stayed quiet most of this meeting, their head cocked to the side as they digested all this information. Their fingers pluck anxiously at the string of their longbow. But they are listening. Taking in all the information. Trying to hide their grin and laughter at the others, knowing they should at least try and look serious. One of them has to. Upon the request, Triss gives a quiet but confident agreement.
Someone’s gotta watch after these guys, after all. And 50 gold, well, that’s a nice addition to their coin purse.
They don't need to grab any gear; they've long since learned the habit of carrying everything on their person. Triss lets out a whistle when Tellior rejoins them, though. “Whoa, look at you!” they tease. Then they give him a little wink. “Lookin’ good and shiny. Maybe the fey will wanna take you first.”
Following the two humans, Tries strides down along the trail, an odd ease to them that their friends may not have witnessed before. But they grew up in the woods, and this is technically home. The stillness, though, that's a little unnerving. But Triss meets it head-on with a grin, refusing to show their unease.
“This is it? Huh.” They steps into the clearing and looks around. Crouching down, they pick one of the flowers and twirl it around their fingers before looking back up at Anni and Barlo. “You two were here, right? There anythin’ else you can tell us? What happened to you that you didn’t end up following?”
Ember straps on his shield and draws his jagged-bladed longsword then follows the group, after all they know more about nature than he does. while they talk he keeps an eye out for danger 13
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“Careful not to step in the circle just yet”, Celesta warns her friends. “fey magic can be tricky!- when we go, we all go together”
Celesta's Arcana check
There are countless stories about entering the fey realm, every one of them different. They all involve some powerful natural space and often include something circular: a quiet pool, a circle of mushrooms, that sort of thing. The trigger of the actual teleportation is the mysterious part. Unless a person knows high level magic, you’re usually at the whim of some fey creature or pure chance. Before you all is a circle of flowers, but it is unclear what drew Catherine across the veil.
Barlo answers Celesta’s questions: “It is hard to recall the details clearly. We left the path, we found this circle, Lady Cat dismounted and handed me the reins to her horse. It seems to me there was music…”
As Barlo trails off, Anni adds, “It was ‘round about noon. I remember thinking that perhaps Lady Cat would like some lunch, and wasn’t this a pretty place to have it. I dismounted, too, I think...yes, I was going to tie up the horses over here away from the flowers.”
“We didn’t see any fey creatures,” says Barlo. “But let me ask you this: can faeries make you fall asleep?” At this, Anni gives him a bit of a jab with her elbow. “What?!” he says to her. “This all has made me curious about these creatures.”
Just as Barlo speaks, the flower in Triss’ hand is plucked from her fingers and carried swiftly across the circle. At the same time, Ember feels something tug at his ear and buzz away.
(You may all make a Perception or Investigation check)
DM: Into the Feywild
Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
Investigation 12 in the log. Celesta says”be ready...”
Kellen reddens when Tellior returns, looking a little ashamed. “Wow, look at you! I never knew you had such a get up. I guess when you have as little as I do, you tend to keep it close” He instinctively places a hand on his rapier and clutches his pack a little tighter.
He eyes the circle warily, but hangs back and lets Celeste and Triss do their thing. This was their area of expertise after all. “Do you think the magic would still work if we stepped in the circle?” He takes a closer look. Investigation 9
As they approached the circle of flowers, Tellior would have stayed close, idly watching whatever Celestra was doing. He made no attempt to get in too close though. As he hears the elf's warning to be ready, he glances around the place quickly, trying to prepare for whatever it is she is warning about.
Perception Check: 5
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Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Tender looks closely at the flowers, half-listening to the two talk about what had happened. She does heed Celesta's warning not to step in the circle, though.
Perception check: 21
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Ember hears something buzz at his ear. So he did the obvious thing, looked around and brandished his sword. 7
damn invisible fae. Does anyone know faerie fire or see invisibility?
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As soon as the flower is plucked out of their hand by a breeze, Triss only grins wider. Oh, this is going to be fun. They watch the flower fly away before turning to the others and clapping their hands together.
"Well, c'mon, folks," they call out, taking a step closer to the circle. They're now standing right along the edge, and they wave a hand at the flowers, fingers wiggling excitedly. "Our job's to get into the Feywild, ain't it? Let's see what kinda trouble we can find in this circle - if anything even happens."
Perception: 14
Stepping a little closer, Kellen scans the area. It’s odd the way the branches of bushes that are spaced here and there around the clearing are rustling and waving. He can feel the stillness in the air - there is no breeze here. Something is moving those branches, but whatever it is is completely unseen. Tender studies the flowers in the circle and notices narrow lines along which the tiny flowers appear to have been trampled. These lines bend and intersect and branch, forming a maze-like pattern in the carpet of flowers. They are almost like footpaths but made by very small creatures. Watching the flower zip away from her, Triss first thinks it was only a mischievous breeze. After a moment, though, she sees the blossom dancing around in the middle of the circle. No mere wind is supporting it: could it be held by some invisible creature?
As you all take in these odd phenomena, you all begin to hear the tinkle of laughter from here and there about the circle. One slightly deeper voice whispers to Ember, “Now, now, that’s not very friendly!” For just a moment, Ember feels a tiny hand on his chest. (Roll a Charisma saving throw.) Kellen and Tender also feel the light touch of a small hand. (Charisma saving throws please.) Celesta, Tellior, and Triss sense the presence of another in their minds. (Wisdom saving throws please.) As this feeling arises, everyone but Ember and Tellior catch a glimpse of two small creatures hiding in the bushes about 20 feet away. They are about 10 inches tall with gossamer wings folded behind them, tiny elf-like features, and shimmering green and brown clothing.
Celesta, Tellior, and Triss:
Please send me your character’s surface thoughts at the moment in a private message or post them in a spoiler. If you roll less than 12, also include your character’s reasoning and motivation for being here, what they are trying to accomplish, emotional state, and anything that looms large in their mind (something that worries, delights, or angers them, perhaps).
DM: Into the Feywild
Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
Celesta wisdom save in log(15+2) =17
her surface thoughts are - “I hope we can safely get into the feywild using this circle to bring back the girl- I hope these fey are friendly.”
Spoiler for DM:
24 not nice! Ember growls nothing like sneaking up on us and attacking us
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Wisdom Save: 17
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Tender is intrigued by the small patterns and goes to lean forward a little more only to be startled by the light touch, startling. "What -" she turns her head to look, eyes wide.
(Did a wis save instead of charisma, so redoing that)
Charisma save: 7
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Kellen is perplexed by the moving branches and bushes when he feels the lightest touch of a tiny hand
CHA Save: 13
Triss cocks their head to the side, watching the flower move about in the circle. And then something flitters about in the back of their mind, a soft touch - yet unfamiliar all the same.
Wis Save: 20