Pal will hold out the orb in his hand and cast the light spell upon it. He will then summon a mage hand that will lift the orb above the group's heads and follow them as they explore the carnival. The light on the orb will change color every minute or so, cycling through the color spectrum at random. He'll turn to the Fairy and singing woman and excitedly ask, "Where should we go first? Dragonfly Rides sounds like fun! Or, maybe the Mystery Mine?"
"Delighted to meet you my dear little Bramble and welcome my friend to this story's preamble." Viola rhymes, smiling warmly to the fairy and she too feels inspired. "This carnival certainly will us astound let´s start over here by the the booth Lost and found" She rhymes and dances over to the Lost property sign, still playing the violin.
Pal stops briefly at the mention of the word "lost" and the light on his orb dims a bit. He wrings his hands nervously, then, noticing that he's falling behind, will catch up to the group and follow them wherever they decide to go.
Outside the lost property wagon is a large feline creature with midnight-blue fur and an extra pair of legs. It also has a pair of tentacles extending from its shoulders and wears fake butterfly wings. Hanging from its collar is a small wooden keg. The creature roughhouses with two young boys. One boy squeals, "Again, Dirla, again!" while the other hangs onto the creature's neck.
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"A six-legged cat, with black silken fur let's give it a pat and then hear it purr." Viola rhymes as she sees the fantastic feline, dancing closer to pet the pet. Animal handling if needed: 7 Knowledge to realize this is a displacer beast: 20
The large cat raises its head as you approach, and then it speaks, in a calm and sophisticated tone, in elvish (everyone but Davis knows Elvish),
“I’d rather you not pet me, if it’s all the same to you. Have you come to claim a lost item? The carnival has only just begun, but perhaps from a previous visit…?”
As it speaks, it moves one of its tentacles in a beckoning gesture, and then uses it to point out the small tent behind it. The canvas of the tent is decorated with stars arranged into simple constellations on a midnight blue color, and the tent flaps are hanging loosely closed.
Viola, you suspect that this is a displacer beast, but you’ve never seen one before and usually in the stories they’re malevolent hunters, which doesn’t seem to match with this one.
Calanon raises a brow at the dancing half elf, his expression still rather dour but his eyes seem to flicker to a brighter shade. Despite the gloom surrounding him, he has a spring in his step as he sees more of the feyfolk surrounding him. He begins to seemingly look for something or someone before he pauses at the sight of the displacer beast. "Would three inches count as lost?"
When the Harengon turned to Brambleand asked where they should first the wee fairy smiled... reached out and softly stroked the fur around one of his ears, "well I do love dragonflies so perhaps the Dragonfly Ride... but I'm not very fond of mines you know... as they are often deep, dark, and dank but you choose my dear new friend. I for one trust your judgment."
Then suddenly when a large feline creature with midnight-blue fur arrived on the scene, Bramble marveled in awe at the sight of its great fake butterfly wings as she heard one of the boys address the creature as Dirla. The wee fairy giggled and without fear approached the creature as it spoke to the group and then responded softly in Elvish, "Dirla is it? Such an elegant and lovely name. I'm called Bramble by some, and Briar by others but Bramble shall do for you I think." As she spoke Bramble's eyes were wide in awe of those huge wonderful butterfly wings, "those are some big beautiful wings, my own do so pale in comparison... did you make them yourself?" The wee fairy asked filled with admiration and curiosity!
During the conversation when the topic of claiming lost items came up Bramble thought long and hard about it as she scratched her head flicking away some pesky dew-drops, "now that you mention it. I do seem to recall losing something long ago when I used to live and work at the carnival. I seem to have lost my ability to keep a secret but I am not sure lost is exactly the right word. Sometimes I feel as if it was stolen from me. But I am not one to split hares," the wee fairy giggled as she peeked back at the nearby Harengon and winked. "In any event not being able to keep a secret has gotten me into a fair bit of trouble over the years and I feel its loss greatly. It would be very nice if I could find it."She admitted.
Bramble's gaze followed one of Dirla's tentacles as it pointed out a small tent decorated with stars with its flaps hanging loosely closed. The fairy nodded, "oh thank you, thank you. I guess I'll go there to inquire about it then!"
"I am Dirlagraun. Pleased to meet you all. I doubt you'll find your missing reticence or your lost three inches in the tent, but you're welcome to go in and check anyway. Perhaps you'll find some shoes that would add the three inches back!"
The two children are currently taking turns scrambling up onto Dirlagraun's back and then jumping off, tumbling onto the soft lawn. They don't pay you much heed after a few curious glances.
As Calanon follows along he too feels inspired. :-)
Viola stops playing abruptly ending with a single sour note, a bit disappointed as she half-expected this particular booth to hold even a lost sense of humor. "Well thank you for your time, bye bye, let's go and ride that dragonfly." She rymes, smiling widely again, the last part turned to the others. Unless stopped she then starts playing and dancing her way toward the Dragonfly ride.
Pal will walk around the large cat, inspecting the oddities of its form, stopping just short of poking and prodding, "Interesting! How clever!" He will say as he looks over the "butterfly wings". "Is it common for beasts such as yourself to have three pairs of legs?" When Bramble says "splitting hares..." Pal will turn back to her and say, "Hmm?" with a twitch of his nose. He will return to marveling at the displacer beast until he realizes the group is moving on. Pal will take one last look at the costumed cat and follow the dancing woman to the dragonfly rides.
Bramblejust shrugged as she watched as the dancing bard and bunny hopped away towards the dragonfly ride. Left to her own devices and filled with curiosity the wee fairy took to the air and flitted off and made a bee-line straight towards the small tent decorated with stars that Dirla had pointed to with one of its tentacles. Once there Bramble landed in front of the tent's opening and with a giggle reached out to one of the flaps that hung loosely closed and gave it a tug to open it up in order to take a peek inside... then she entered.
Davis watches the displacer beast warily, but when it proves to be less-than hostile, he shrugs. "I'll take a look inside the tent regardless, I doubt as well that what I have lost will be kept in a tent." He would step forward to glance through the tent.
“As for the wings, Mr Light insists that the carnival employees wear them. It’s our employee uniform, I suppose.”
The tent inside is dark. As you lift the tent flap, a sudden ray of light from the last gleams of the sunset enters the tent and illuminates its insides. There is nothing but a wooden chest on the grassy ground.
You’re surprised to catch a glimpse of a shadowy figure that is rummaging in the chest. As the sunset rays land upon the shadow-person, it whirls and scowls, drops what it was holding, and quickly melts into the dark recesses of the tent. You only caught a glimpse, so quickly did it happen, but you had the impression of a lithe female figure wearing a mask shaped like the crescent moon.
The dropped object is a silver ball that bounces and rolls out of the tent.
Calanon shrugs and moves away from the tent, nodding to the beast as he goes to follow after the others towards the next attraction. His step has a slight spring to it as despite his current look he seems to be in a place that is familiar and comfortable. "This place is comfortable... Why am I so depressed then..." He mutters, stopping to watch others that are in the carnival.
Picking up the ball, Davis studies it for a moment. "Excuse me." He calls towards where the figure disappeared. "You dropped this..." He holds up the ball he picked up. "Why run away if you are just reclaiming something you lost?" He asks, though he is not certain the figure is there any longer, or if they have fled.
Davis, your questions go unanswered. You can make a perception check as you peer into the dark shadows, trying to spot the creature that seemed to meld into those shadows and vanish.
Davis, you also notice that the ball is silvery, springy, looks well used, and fits in the palm of your hand. It also has a depiction of a 6-legged tentacled cat on it.
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Pal will hold out the orb in his hand and cast the light spell upon it. He will then summon a mage hand that will lift the orb above the group's heads and follow them as they explore the carnival. The light on the orb will change color every minute or so, cycling through the color spectrum at random. He'll turn to the Fairy and singing woman and excitedly ask, "Where should we go first? Dragonfly Rides sounds like fun! Or, maybe the Mystery Mine?"
"Delighted to meet you my dear little Bramble
and welcome my friend to this story's preamble."
Viola rhymes, smiling warmly to the fairy and she too feels inspired.
"This carnival certainly will us astound
let´s start over here by the the booth Lost and found"
She rhymes and dances over to the Lost property sign, still playing the violin.
Pal stops briefly at the mention of the word "lost" and the light on his orb dims a bit. He wrings his hands nervously, then, noticing that he's falling behind, will catch up to the group and follow them wherever they decide to go.
Outside the lost property wagon is a large feline creature with midnight-blue fur and an extra pair of legs. It also has a pair of tentacles extending from its shoulders and wears fake butterfly wings. Hanging from its collar is a small wooden keg. The creature roughhouses with two young boys. One boy squeals, "Again, Dirla, again!" while the other hangs onto the creature's neck.
"A six-legged cat,
with black silken fur
let's give it a pat
and then hear it purr."
Viola rhymes as she sees the fantastic feline, dancing closer to pet the pet.
Animal handling if needed: 7
Knowledge to realize this is a displacer beast: 20
The large cat raises its head as you approach, and then it speaks, in a calm and sophisticated tone, in elvish (everyone but Davis knows Elvish),
“I’d rather you not pet me, if it’s all the same to you. Have you come to claim a lost item? The carnival has only just begun, but perhaps from a previous visit…?”
As it speaks, it moves one of its tentacles in a beckoning gesture, and then uses it to point out the small tent behind it. The canvas of the tent is decorated with stars arranged into simple constellations on a midnight blue color, and the tent flaps are hanging loosely closed.
Viola, you suspect that this is a displacer beast, but you’ve never seen one before and usually in the stories they’re malevolent hunters, which doesn’t seem to match with this one.
Calanon raises a brow at the dancing half elf, his expression still rather dour but his eyes seem to flicker to a brighter shade. Despite the gloom surrounding him, he has a spring in his step as he sees more of the feyfolk surrounding him. He begins to seemingly look for something or someone before he pauses at the sight of the displacer beast. "Would three inches count as lost?"
When the Harengon turned to Bramble and asked where they should first the wee fairy smiled... reached out and softly stroked the fur around one of his ears, "well I do love dragonflies so perhaps the Dragonfly Ride... but I'm not very fond of mines you know... as they are often deep, dark, and dank but you choose my dear new friend. I for one trust your judgment."
Then suddenly when a large feline creature with midnight-blue fur arrived on the scene, Bramble marveled in awe at the sight of its great fake butterfly wings as she heard one of the boys address the creature as Dirla. The wee fairy giggled and without fear approached the creature as it spoke to the group and then responded softly in Elvish, "Dirla is it? Such an elegant and lovely name. I'm called Bramble by some, and Briar by others but Bramble shall do for you I think." As she spoke Bramble's eyes were wide in awe of those huge wonderful butterfly wings, "those are some big beautiful wings, my own do so pale in comparison... did you make them yourself?" The wee fairy asked filled with admiration and curiosity!
During the conversation when the topic of claiming lost items came up Bramble thought long and hard about it as she scratched her head flicking away some pesky dew-drops, "now that you mention it. I do seem to recall losing something long ago when I used to live and work at the carnival. I seem to have lost my ability to keep a secret but I am not sure lost is exactly the right word. Sometimes I feel as if it was stolen from me. But I am not one to split hares," the wee fairy giggled as she peeked back at the nearby Harengon and winked. "In any event not being able to keep a secret has gotten me into a fair bit of trouble over the years and I feel its loss greatly. It would be very nice if I could find it." She admitted.
Bramble's gaze followed one of Dirla's tentacles as it pointed out a small tent decorated with stars with its flaps hanging loosely closed. The fairy nodded, "oh thank you, thank you. I guess I'll go there to inquire about it then!"
The strange cat beast introduces itself.
"I am Dirlagraun. Pleased to meet you all. I doubt you'll find your missing reticence or your lost three inches in the tent, but you're welcome to go in and check anyway. Perhaps you'll find some shoes that would add the three inches back!"
The two children are currently taking turns scrambling up onto Dirlagraun's back and then jumping off, tumbling onto the soft lawn. They don't pay you much heed after a few curious glances.
As Calanon follows along he too feels inspired. :-)
Viola stops playing abruptly ending with a single sour note, a bit disappointed as she half-expected this particular booth to hold even a lost sense of humor.
"Well thank you for your time, bye bye,
let's go and ride that dragonfly."
She rymes, smiling widely again, the last part turned to the others.
Unless stopped she then starts playing and dancing her way toward the Dragonfly ride.
Pal will walk around the large cat, inspecting the oddities of its form, stopping just short of poking and prodding, "Interesting! How clever!" He will say as he looks over the "butterfly wings". "Is it common for beasts such as yourself to have three pairs of legs?" When Bramble says "splitting hares..." Pal will turn back to her and say, "Hmm?" with a twitch of his nose. He will return to marveling at the displacer beast until he realizes the group is moving on. Pal will take one last look at the costumed cat and follow the dancing woman to the dragonfly rides.
Bramble just shrugged as she watched as the dancing bard and bunny hopped away towards the dragonfly ride. Left to her own devices and filled with curiosity the wee fairy took to the air and flitted off and made a bee-line straight towards the small tent decorated with stars that Dirla had pointed to with one of its tentacles. Once there Bramble landed in front of the tent's opening and with a giggle reached out to one of the flaps that hung loosely closed and gave it a tug to open it up in order to take a peek inside... then she entered.
Davis watches the displacer beast warily, but when it proves to be less-than hostile, he shrugs. "I'll take a look inside the tent regardless, I doubt as well that what I have lost will be kept in a tent." He would step forward to glance through the tent.
Dirlagraun mentions as you head to the tent,
“As for the wings, Mr Light insists that the carnival employees wear them. It’s our employee uniform, I suppose.”
The tent inside is dark. As you lift the tent flap, a sudden ray of light from the last gleams of the sunset enters the tent and illuminates its insides. There is nothing but a wooden chest on the grassy ground.
You’re surprised to catch a glimpse of a shadowy figure that is rummaging in the chest. As the sunset rays land upon the shadow-person, it whirls and scowls, drops what it was holding, and quickly melts into the dark recesses of the tent. You only caught a glimpse, so quickly did it happen, but you had the impression of a lithe female figure wearing a mask shaped like the crescent moon.
The dropped object is a silver ball that bounces and rolls out of the tent.
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[dragonflies coming up soon]
Calanon shrugs and moves away from the tent, nodding to the beast as he goes to follow after the others towards the next attraction. His step has a slight spring to it as despite his current look he seems to be in a place that is familiar and comfortable. "This place is comfortable... Why am I so depressed then..." He mutters, stopping to watch others that are in the carnival.
Picking up the ball, Davis studies it for a moment. "Excuse me." He calls towards where the figure disappeared. "You dropped this..." He holds up the ball he picked up. "Why run away if you are just reclaiming something you lost?" He asks, though he is not certain the figure is there any longer, or if they have fled.
Shadow figure
Davis, your questions go unanswered. You can make a perception check as you peer into the dark shadows, trying to spot the creature that seemed to meld into those shadows and vanish.
Davis, you also notice that the ball is silvery, springy, looks well used, and fits in the palm of your hand. It also has a depiction of a 6-legged tentacled cat on it.