"Well would you look at that."Chapley says, a look of awe spread across his broad face. "People that look like trees. Now I've seen it all. Hail and well met!"
Resmae watches as the rest approach the welcoming trees in all different ways and it makes her giggle, especially Chapley. So she decides to join in! "Hello great trees! Very well met!"
You are all taken by surprise at the willows and their greeting. You exchange hospitalities with the towering trees. The trees greet each of you kindly.
Sir Talavar pipes up gleefully, "Ah, Hello there," he pauses, "Trees!" he continues addressing the willows. "My friend, Wigglewog informed me of a goblin named Jingle Jangle, who I am hoping can help me with my... dilemma." he glances around his little cage "Do you know where we can find her, please?" he asks of the trees.
One of the trees leans toward Sir Talavar's cage and investigates the tiny creature. "Jingle Jangle is our friend. She collects keys and talks about them endlessly."
You notice more and more of the giant willow trees moving closer from around the hill. "She wears her keys on her coat, that jingle and jangle when she walks." speaks another.
The trees move around as if swaying in the breeze, which is still not present. Before you appears, from between the willows, a narrow game trail leading up the hill.
"Three days ago..." continues yet another of the trees concerningly, "while rooting through the swamp for truffles, she was attacked and robbed by brigands. She hasn't left her hilltop den since returning to the hill and must be pretty hungry by now."
The trees slowly and almost unnoticeably surround you all. You feel them swinging and swaying their branches, coaxing you up the path that leads up the hill.
Bugs followed the directions of the trees. As they walked up the hill he spoke quietly to Resmae. "Resmae, the only brigands we have seen in the swamp so far were Harengon. If Jingle Jangle is hiding from bandits she might be worried about us if it was the same group of brigands we encountered. Hopefully she can tell Harengon apart. But we might want to stay back at first and let Halei and Wildred take the lead. And hopefully those bandits didn't steal her keys."
Having said his bit he continued to look around him as they went. There was something magical about the place - not just magical in the every-day sort of "that's a magic spell" sort of way, but in the "isn't that wonderful" sort of way. Talking trees and a peaceful hill. Not all of the fey wild was swampy muck anyway. He enjoyed the view.
Wildred walked on up the hill, he had thought at the time there was something strange the way the trees swayed and rustled,yet there being no breeze or wind, he looked over as his bunny friend whispered something to the Circus hand and gazed around dreamy eyed at his surroundings......intrigue raced around his mind. He thought it would be stupid for him not to talk to the willow closest to him, after all how many scholars in the entire of Faerun could say they had spoke to a tree!!...well there may have been a few but the tree may not have spoke back he broke the silence.
"So how old are you? Do you go by a title or should i just call you Mr willow?.. I hope you dont mind me asking but how exactly do you reproduce?..do you have any children?...a mother maybe?I'm very intrigued you see where I come from there are no talking trees...what can you tell me of these lands?....I'm hoping to find out what happened to my brother..his name is Andrix do you know the name? he disappeared many moons ago I suppose you being a tree have seen a lot over the years anything you could tell me to help my search for answers or further my studies would be ever so helpful!"
Wildred was still trying to take in all the goings on of the hither it seemed that one wild goose chase moved in to another and around each corner was another mystery,another question but not many answers! that would not do he thought...what would old Professor Mackley think of this..he had always been very enthusiastic about Wildreds keen interest in the wilds and its vast array of Flora,fauna and magic...."Talking trees!" he thought they are real not just fairy tale, Old Mackley always said the possibilities of the wilds were beyond calculation or indeed comprehension. His estimation was at the very least close to accurate.
"I mean we had a bit of food this morning, but I am still pretty tired and hungry now that you mention it," Halei replies, unconciously following where the trees were guiding them.
She'd spent her whole life beneath trees, so she felt comforted in a way in the presence of walking and talking willows.
The trees continue to coax you up the narrow, winding path that magically emerges with every step, from the parting yet enclosing majestic willows that encourage your ascent.
Wildred, your amazement spurts forth many questions. While you are moving, or rather, being propelled up the hill by the trees, you pick up the following responses from the trees in their low, rumbling voices.
"Trees are as old as we are. We do not like to worry about the future."
"Hum, now, well, we are the forest's trees. We Trees have no need for a name, not yet at any rate. Yes, Tree is the word. The Trees, we are, you might say, in your manner of speaking. Tree will do."
"But there, my friend, songs like trees bear fruit only in their own time and their own way: and sometimes they are withered untimely."
"Andrix?"
After a time, you reach the pinnacle of the trail, where you find yourselves at the opening of a cave. Oddly, yet appropriately, the entrance is shaped like a keyhole. Turning to seek approval from the trees behind you. They gently encourage you to enter as they mystically retreat back down the hill. The trail dissipates, and the animate trees become forest again. You can't help but question your experience as you look back and down upon the forest that adorns the hill you now stand atop.
Worn stone steps lead down into the chilly darkness from the keyhole-shaped entrance to the cave.
Resmae agrees with Bugs and turns Sammy to the back of the group. He snaps a bit at it, not really being the shepherd type of dog, but eventually acquiesces.
As they are surrounded by the trees and she her friends enjoying the walk up, Resmae gets a bit worried. Such a strange feeling being shuffled by these gigantic trees. As they get to the top and they receed, she feels she can breathe a little easier.
”oh funny! The goblin that carries keys has a keyhole to her home! Let’s get going!” And she has to stop herself from running up ahead and stays back with Bugs
"Maybe one of our esteemed warriors should enter first just incase!"
He eyes the entrance suspiciously and then shoots an urging glance at his friend Balliol and then the circus hand resmae finally settling on the new comer Chapley.
Bugs listens to the trees talk as he walks up the hill. He had hoped when he left Sweetcress Monastery on his Initiates Travels that he would encounter the world - and some of the wonderful things in it. As he looked around at the hill and the trees he realized that he was doing just that. If this was actually a part of his world, of course. He wasn't quite sure exactly how the Fey WIld fit into it all, but it was clearly part of everything and at the moment it was the world he was in. And it was pretty amazing.
When he reached the top he and Resmae stepped back and let the esteemed Chapley lead the way. Then he followed at the back of the pack.
(OOC: If light is needed Bugs will light a torch as Harengon do not have dark vision.)
Halei hurries to get back to her place in line, careful not to jostle Sir Talavar too much, yet still glancing over her shoulder at the forest behind her, suspicious now of all the seemingly stationary trees. Then she looks around at the ground, eyeing all the rocks a twigs, wondering what else could be alive.
She brings her gaze back to face forwards and follows the person in front of her.
Resmae chuckles a bit as Chapley leads their way, "I wonder what this goblin is like. I sure hope her keys weren't the thing that was stolen and she can still unlock your cage and help out Aros! I also hope she is willing to see us! We are quite the sight." and she continues to giggle a bit at the thought as they continue into the cave.
It is a tight fit with only enough room for single file traffic. You all descend the steep stairwell. Chapley, followed by Halei, Wildred, Aros, Resmae atop of Sammy, and Balliol at the back. Chapley, Halei and Wildred can see about 60ft ahead down into the danks below, and the rest can barely see anything beyond the next step, and the immediate tunnel surrounds thanks to Balliol's torch.
The air is dank, musty and chilly, and the tunnel echos more and more as you descend. The sound of your footsteps reverberates all around.
Resmae, as you descend, you notice Aros becoming more clumsy on her hooves. You see her stumble several times. Stabilising herself by grabbing onto the moist walls of the tunnel. A couple of times, her unbalanced weight falling onto Wildred almost causes him to fall.
You continue your descent for quite some time. You must be deep within the hill by now. Eventually, the stairwell tunnel terminates at a wooden door. You can hear what sounds like chain jangling and muffled singing on the other side of the door, and a small amount of fire light emanates from the base of it.
Chapley raises a fist to knock, but hesitates. Then he turns around and holds up a hand to quietly stop everyone behind him, putting a finger to his lips. "I hear a jangle, but no jingle," he whispers.
Halei laughs at her new friend, and gets closer to the door, hoping the people inside would be nice enough to let them in. The cave is very cold and the thought of standing near a fire for a moment is quite nice.
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"Well would you look at that." Chapley says, a look of awe spread across his broad face. "People that look like trees. Now I've seen it all. Hail and well met!"
Resmae watches as the rest approach the welcoming trees in all different ways and it makes her giggle, especially Chapley. So she decides to join in! "Hello great trees! Very well met!"
You are all taken by surprise at the willows and their greeting. You exchange hospitalities with the towering trees. The trees greet each of you kindly.
Sir Talavar pipes up gleefully, "Ah, Hello there," he pauses, "Trees!" he continues addressing the willows. "My friend, Wigglewog informed me of a goblin named Jingle Jangle, who I am hoping can help me with my... dilemma." he glances around his little cage "Do you know where we can find her, please?" he asks of the trees.
One of the trees leans toward Sir Talavar's cage and investigates the tiny creature. "Jingle Jangle is our friend. She collects keys and talks about them endlessly."
You notice more and more of the giant willow trees moving closer from around the hill. "She wears her keys on her coat, that jingle and jangle when she walks." speaks another.
The trees move around as if swaying in the breeze, which is still not present. Before you appears, from between the willows, a narrow game trail leading up the hill.
"Three days ago..." continues yet another of the trees concerningly, "while rooting through the swamp for truffles, she was attacked and robbed by brigands. She hasn't left her hilltop den since returning to the hill and must be pretty hungry by now."
The trees slowly and almost unnoticeably surround you all. You feel them swinging and swaying their branches, coaxing you up the path that leads up the hill.
Bugs followed the directions of the trees. As they walked up the hill he spoke quietly to Resmae. "Resmae, the only brigands we have seen in the swamp so far were Harengon. If Jingle Jangle is hiding from bandits she might be worried about us if it was the same group of brigands we encountered. Hopefully she can tell Harengon apart. But we might want to stay back at first and let Halei and Wildred take the lead. And hopefully those bandits didn't steal her keys."
Having said his bit he continued to look around him as they went. There was something magical about the place - not just magical in the every-day sort of "that's a magic spell" sort of way, but in the "isn't that wonderful" sort of way. Talking trees and a peaceful hill. Not all of the fey wild was swampy muck anyway. He enjoyed the view.
Wildred walked on up the hill, he had thought at the time there was something strange the way the trees swayed and rustled,yet there being no breeze or wind, he looked over as his bunny friend whispered something to the Circus hand and gazed around dreamy eyed at his surroundings......intrigue raced around his mind. He thought it would be stupid for him not to talk to the willow closest to him, after all how many scholars in the entire of Faerun could say they had spoke to a tree!!...well there may have been a few but the tree may not have spoke back he broke the silence.
"So how old are you? Do you go by a title or should i just call you Mr willow?.. I hope you dont mind me asking but how exactly do you reproduce?..do you have any children?...a mother maybe?I'm very intrigued you see where I come from there are no talking trees...what can you tell me of these lands?....I'm hoping to find out what happened to my brother..his name is Andrix do you know the name? he disappeared many moons ago I suppose you being a tree have seen a lot over the years anything you could tell me to help my search for answers or further my studies would be ever so helpful!"
Wildred was still trying to take in all the goings on of the hither it seemed that one wild goose chase moved in to another and around each corner was another mystery,another question but not many answers! that would not do he thought...what would old Professor Mackley think of this..he had always been very enthusiastic about Wildreds keen interest in the wilds and its vast array of Flora,fauna and magic...."Talking trees!" he thought they are real not just fairy tale, Old Mackley always said the possibilities of the wilds were beyond calculation or indeed comprehension. His estimation was at the very least close to accurate.
"I mean we had a bit of food this morning, but I am still pretty tired and hungry now that you mention it," Halei replies, unconciously following where the trees were guiding them.
She'd spent her whole life beneath trees, so she felt comforted in a way in the presence of walking and talking willows.
The trees continue to coax you up the narrow, winding path that magically emerges with every step, from the parting yet enclosing majestic willows that encourage your ascent.
Wildred, your amazement spurts forth many questions. While you are moving, or rather, being propelled up the hill by the trees, you pick up the following responses from the trees in their low, rumbling voices.
"Trees are as old as we are. We do not like to worry about the future."
"Hum, now, well, we are the forest's trees. We Trees have no need for a name, not yet at any rate. Yes, Tree is the word. The Trees, we are, you might say, in your manner of speaking. Tree will do."
"But there, my friend, songs like trees bear fruit only in their own time and their own way: and sometimes they are withered untimely."
"Andrix?"
After a time, you reach the pinnacle of the trail, where you find yourselves at the opening of a cave. Oddly, yet appropriately, the entrance is shaped like a keyhole. Turning to seek approval from the trees behind you. They gently encourage you to enter as they mystically retreat back down the hill. The trail dissipates, and the animate trees become forest again. You can't help but question your experience as you look back and down upon the forest that adorns the hill you now stand atop.
Worn stone steps lead down into the chilly darkness from the keyhole-shaped entrance to the cave.
Resmae agrees with Bugs and turns Sammy to the back of the group. He snaps a bit at it, not really being the shepherd type of dog, but eventually acquiesces.
As they are surrounded by the trees and she her friends enjoying the walk up, Resmae gets a bit worried. Such a strange feeling being shuffled by these gigantic trees. As they get to the top and they receed, she feels she can breathe a little easier.
”oh funny! The goblin that carries keys has a keyhole to her home! Let’s get going!” And she has to stop herself from running up ahead and stays back with Bugs
"Well, what are you waiting for? Lets go!" cries out Sir Talavar as he excitedly jumps up and down in his cage, almost causing Halei to drop it.
Wildred sounds up.
"Maybe one of our esteemed warriors should enter first just incase!"
He eyes the entrance suspiciously and then shoots an urging glance at his friend Balliol and then the circus hand resmae finally settling on the new comer Chapley.
"Well, I don't know about 'esteemed' but I'll gladly lead the way." Chapley smiles and strolls through the entrance and down the stairs.
Wildred sheepishly follows prepared and on guard.
Bugs listens to the trees talk as he walks up the hill. He had hoped when he left Sweetcress Monastery on his Initiates Travels that he would encounter the world - and some of the wonderful things in it. As he looked around at the hill and the trees he realized that he was doing just that. If this was actually a part of his world, of course. He wasn't quite sure exactly how the Fey WIld fit into it all, but it was clearly part of everything and at the moment it was the world he was in. And it was pretty amazing.
When he reached the top he and Resmae stepped back and let the esteemed Chapley lead the way. Then he followed at the back of the pack.
(OOC: If light is needed Bugs will light a torch as Harengon do not have dark vision.)
Halei hurries to get back to her place in line, careful not to jostle Sir Talavar too much, yet still glancing over her shoulder at the forest behind her, suspicious now of all the seemingly stationary trees. Then she looks around at the ground, eyeing all the rocks a twigs, wondering what else could be alive.
She brings her gaze back to face forwards and follows the person in front of her.
Resmae chuckles a bit as Chapley leads their way, "I wonder what this goblin is like. I sure hope her keys weren't the thing that was stolen and she can still unlock your cage and help out Aros! I also hope she is willing to see us! We are quite the sight." and she continues to giggle a bit at the thought as they continue into the cave.
Chapley, you bravely lead the way.
It is a tight fit with only enough room for single file traffic. You all descend the steep stairwell. Chapley, followed by Halei, Wildred, Aros, Resmae atop of Sammy, and Balliol at the back. Chapley, Halei and Wildred can see about 60ft ahead down into the danks below, and the rest can barely see anything beyond the next step, and the immediate tunnel surrounds thanks to Balliol's torch.
The air is dank, musty and chilly, and the tunnel echos more and more as you descend. The sound of your footsteps reverberates all around.
Resmae, as you descend, you notice Aros becoming more clumsy on her hooves. You see her stumble several times. Stabilising herself by grabbing onto the moist walls of the tunnel. A couple of times, her unbalanced weight falling onto Wildred almost causes him to fall.
You continue your descent for quite some time. You must be deep within the hill by now. Eventually, the stairwell tunnel terminates at a wooden door. You can hear what sounds like chain jangling and muffled singing on the other side of the door, and a small amount of fire light emanates from the base of it.
Chapley raises a fist to knock, but hesitates. Then he turns around and holds up a hand to quietly stop everyone behind him, putting a finger to his lips. "I hear a jangle, but no jingle," he whispers.
Bugs rolls his eyes at the big fighters words and offers up a knocking gesture as an encouragement.
The half orc shrugs and raises his knuckles once more to rap on the door.
Knock
Knock
Knock
Halei laughs at her new friend, and gets closer to the door, hoping the people inside would be nice enough to let them in. The cave is very cold and the thought of standing near a fire for a moment is quite nice.