The strange looking half-orc/ mutant looking man looks up at Cha!jil. At first he seems dazed and confused. Then he sees her beard
"Cha.....Cha.. Cha!jil? Is that you?" He looks around the strange setting. "I was on a ship....vampires.... rescue.....Where are we?"
Cha!jil looks down at 'Sparhawk', " No you weren't......you were in a fight with dead things and lots of magic......and then you were statue in this bad jungle."
The badgers suddenly cease their music with a sour note as they look on shocked at the development.
"Well, I say, young lady, you are truly full of surprises," Lord Eld remarks to Cha!jil. "Perhaps you should try to revive this other frozen fellow. It would be the polite thing to do, if possible," indicating the time-stuck halfling nearby.
The confused paladin rises. He is 7 feet tall, wearing full plate. His skin redish, a tale and horns and elongated arms. He has a fractured nose. It is quite pronounced.
He straightens himself up looking at those who are gathered.
"Greetings, I am Sparhawk, Captain Sparhawk."
He turns back to Cha!jil, "Where is Tess and Koselig?"
A while ago, some of the PCs got hold of a floating Netherese cuty and nade it a base of operations. Chadderlay us still there. I was going to swt Sparhawk there, but i opted for this, instead. So now that Bastions are out if UA and in the DMG, I was thinking of making them a bigger part of our Gane. First, if you dint have ine already, feel free to make one. Next, leveling up, as you did, sometimes grants Bastion upgrades, so maybe look into that.
Most significantly, bastion tuens, ehich typically occur about every 7 days, doesn't work for us very well. So, I'm bifurcating our play time lines here, suspending realism in favor of playability. For us, a bastion turn is every other week and to make it easy to remember it's on the 1st and the 15th. So, start now and create a bastion, if applicable, then we'll figure out this week's bastion turn (a few days late). PM with comments/questions.)
(For the record, Cha!jil knows Tess followed from Heart of Ubtao to Phylactery Vault, but not what happened to her after that. She did see Valindra hit Tetrevess, Tess' brother, with PWK.)
When Cha!jil casts her spell, to the confusion of onlookers and herself, the stasis-bo7nd halfling does nothing. He remains frozen as ever.
"Oh, too bad," says a disheartened Sumai, "Weren't your fault, though, I reckon. Mysterious are the ways of the Feywild, replete with laws both unspoken and cryptic."
The headless dwarf stamps once on agreement.
"You did your best," Majera says in consolation. Her quill, Dictato, transcribes her words in florid calligraphy. Majera adds, "yours, truly, Majera d’Valzey" which the quill signs. The woman folds the page neatly lengthwise forming a card, which she presents to the dwarf.
"Oh, yes, that reminds me, are any of you named Koselig? There's a package here longer even than any of us. If not, do you think you could pass it along to them?"
Sparhawk looks at the strange group, "Yes, I know that man. I do not see him here, but will take the package for now." He looks back at Cha!jil, "Cha!jil, we must find our way back to our world so that we can complete our task. We are out of place here."
Trisk hears the other group talking, "Is this the Feywild then? That would explain things I guess."
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
The huge armored half-orc with horns and a tail looks at Trisk.
"Hello friend, I am Sparhawk. A Paladin of Marduk. I know Cha!jil (he looks to the wild dwarven woman), but not you." He feels the horns on his head. Look at all present "Where are we, and how do we return to our world?"
Sparhawk then notices the crown. "And what is that? Some sort of temptation?"
"If this is the Feywild then I hope my friend got safely home, as much as that can be for her."
Trisk looks sad at the loss of the companion that he was bonded closest with.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
"What does the inscription say?" and even as he's asking Trisk goes to check for himself.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Hearing Trisks translation, the paladin says, “I have heard heavy is the heart that wears the crown and indeed, as a captain, that has been my experience.”
Bodger shakes his furry and furrowed brow as he relates his tale of woe, "I just love fish, is all. Ever since I can remember, since Rowan taught me to speak, I've caught trout from that river. Then, one day, this wet lady just called me the rudest names and yelled that I was 'despoiling her waters' and cursed me. Now, fish tastes of viper root. And not just fish from that stream, all fish. That's why I've come to bid Zybilna to remove this curse from me."
Lord Eld replies, "As to the inscription, I haven't a clue what it means, but my gut says that crown over there must have something to do with it."
Cha!jil still doesn't really comprehend what's going on or how she got here but Sparhawk seems to so she stands next to him and nods knowingly occasionally.......she wants to go home.
Koselig appears. The gnome looks distraught, not disheartened, no. With a clarity of purpose and a fierce determination he marches toward Sparhawk and the assembly of wish-seekers gathered at the pavilion, fire in his eyes.
"Hail." he raises a hand in greeting, "No time for tea and scones, I'm afraid. Lord Eld, could you please tell us how you found your way to Prismeer?"
Caught off guard by this surprise, the noble high elf almost loses his bearing, but instead calmly asserts, "Of course I will be happy to detail my journey to the extent you or anyone else would care to know, however, I must enquire of you something first. I can see a matter of some urgency has gripped you, clearly, so I won't bother about the formalities of introductions. Rather, I shall speak plainly: who, good sir, are you, exactly? You seem quite confident you know me, at least by reputation, which has been known to precede me, yet I haven't the faintest with whom I am speaking."
The gnome stares at the elf for a moment, perplexed, impatient, then with understanding, strains to politely respond. "The name's Koselig, and we have met before - right here in this garden, in fact. Don't worry that you can't remember it. It hasn't happened yet, well I suppose now it has, but... it's complicated. Look, the important thing is my friends and I, we need to get the Verbobonc. RIggby has passed on, and our friend Tess is a ranking cleric of Boccob, expected to attend to the transition prior to his sojourn to Greyhawk where he is to be interred. She asked me to bring Cha!jil and Captain Sparhawk the moment they were available." Koselig says, glancing from one face to the other as he speaks their names, his voice faltering slightly,
"That moment is now."
The high elf listens in patient silence before nodding firmly, "Right, well then allow me to show you. Just beyond the gate you can see the point where a fey crossroad overlaps with my own world. It is easy enough to find if you know what to look for."
"Sorry for your loss." Majera says, Dictato recording her words, as always. Sumai removes his straw hat, in respect as Obal Obb, the headless dwarf folds his hands and bows slightly. Bodger offers, "You should take some cake to the bereaved."
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The strange looking half-orc/ mutant looking man looks up at Cha!jil. At first he seems dazed and confused. Then he sees her beard
"Cha.....Cha.. Cha!jil? Is that you?" He looks around the strange setting. "I was on a ship....vampires.... rescue.....Where are we?"
Cha!jil looks down at 'Sparhawk', " No you weren't......you were in a fight with dead things and lots of magic......and then you were statue in this bad jungle."
The badgers suddenly cease their music with a sour note as they look on shocked at the development.
"Well, I say, young lady, you are truly full of surprises," Lord Eld remarks to Cha!jil. "Perhaps you should try to revive this other frozen fellow. It would be the polite thing to do, if possible," indicating the time-stuck halfling nearby.
The confused paladin rises. He is 7 feet tall, wearing full plate. His skin redish, a tale and horns and elongated arms.
He has a fractured nose. It is quite pronounced.
He straightens himself up looking at those who are gathered.
"Greetings, I am Sparhawk, Captain Sparhawk."
He turns back to Cha!jil, "Where is Tess and Koselig?"
<while were waiting on Cha!'s response, is anyone doing anything about that crown being held out of the water?>
Cha!jil shrugged at Sparhawk in response, and used her dwindling magical reserves to attempt to Restore the frozen halfling.....
Lesser Restoration.
<Bastions>
A while ago, some of the PCs got hold of a floating Netherese cuty and nade it a base of operations. Chadderlay us still there. I was going to swt Sparhawk there, but i opted for this, instead. So now that Bastions are out if UA and in the DMG, I was thinking of making them a bigger part of our Gane. First, if you dint have ine already, feel free to make one. Next, leveling up, as you did, sometimes grants Bastion upgrades, so maybe look into that.
Most significantly, bastion tuens, ehich typically occur about every 7 days, doesn't work for us very well. So, I'm bifurcating our play time lines here, suspending realism in favor of playability. For us, a bastion turn is every other week and to make it easy to remember it's on the 1st and the 15th. So, start now and create a bastion, if applicable, then we'll figure out this week's bastion turn (a few days late). PM with comments/questions.)
(For the record, Cha!jil knows Tess followed from Heart of Ubtao to Phylactery Vault, but not what happened to her after that. She did see Valindra hit Tetrevess, Tess' brother, with PWK.)
When Cha!jil casts her spell, to the confusion of onlookers and herself, the stasis-bo7nd halfling does nothing. He remains frozen as ever.
"Oh, too bad," says a disheartened Sumai, "Weren't your fault, though, I reckon. Mysterious are the ways of the Feywild, replete with laws both unspoken and cryptic."
The headless dwarf stamps once on agreement.
"You did your best," Majera says in consolation. Her quill, Dictato, transcribes her words in florid calligraphy. Majera adds, "yours, truly, Majera d’Valzey" which the quill signs. The woman folds the page neatly lengthwise forming a card, which she presents to the dwarf.
"Oh, yes, that reminds me, are any of you named Koselig? There's a package here longer even than any of us. If not, do you think you could pass it along to them?"
Sparhawk looks at the strange group, "Yes, I know that man. I do not see him here, but will take the package for now."
He looks back at Cha!jil, "Cha!jil, we must find our way back to our world so that we can complete our task. We are out of place here."
Trisk hears the other group talking, "Is this the Feywild then? That would explain things I guess."
The huge armored half-orc with horns and a tail looks at Trisk.
"Hello friend, I am Sparhawk. A Paladin of Marduk. I know Cha!jil (he looks to the wild dwarven woman), but not you." He feels the horns on his head. Look at all present "Where are we, and how do we return to our world?"
Sparhawk then notices the crown. "And what is that? Some sort of temptation?"
"If this is the Feywild then I hope my friend got safely home, as much as that can be for her."
Trisk looks sad at the loss of the companion that he was bonded closest with.
"Well, I certainly hope this is the Feywild, or I've been waiting all this time in the wrong place." replies Sumai
"I wonder if that is the the crown mentioned in the inscription on the gate," offers Lord Eld.
"Do you think she knows that cruel river spirit that put this curse upon me?" asks Bodger.
"What does the inscription say?" and even as he's asking Trisk goes to check for himself.
Sparhawk looks at Bodger, “what type of curse plagues you, and what is this crown?”
Trisk finds a small bronze plaque embedded in a flagstone at the base of the gate. The plaque bears an inscription in Elvish:
"The lion or the hart must wear the crown.
But which one should it weigh down?"
Hearing Trisks translation, the paladin says, “I have heard heavy is the heart that wears the crown and indeed, as a captain, that has been my experience.”
Bodger shakes his furry and furrowed brow as he relates his tale of woe, "I just love fish, is all. Ever since I can remember, since Rowan taught me to speak, I've caught trout from that river. Then, one day, this wet lady just called me the rudest names and yelled that I was 'despoiling her waters' and cursed me. Now, fish tastes of viper root. And not just fish from that stream, all fish. That's why I've come to bid Zybilna to remove this curse from me."
Lord Eld replies, "As to the inscription, I haven't a clue what it means, but my gut says that crown over there must have something to do with it."
Cha!jil still doesn't really comprehend what's going on or how she got here but Sparhawk seems to so she stands next to him and nods knowingly occasionally.......she wants to go home.
Koselig appears. The gnome looks distraught, not disheartened, no. With a clarity of purpose and a fierce determination he marches toward Sparhawk and the assembly of wish-seekers gathered at the pavilion, fire in his eyes.
"Hail." he raises a hand in greeting, "No time for tea and scones, I'm afraid. Lord Eld, could you please tell us how you found your way to Prismeer?"
Caught off guard by this surprise, the noble high elf almost loses his bearing, but instead calmly asserts, "Of course I will be happy to detail my journey to the extent you or anyone else would care to know, however, I must enquire of you something first. I can see a matter of some urgency has gripped you, clearly, so I won't bother about the formalities of introductions. Rather, I shall speak plainly: who, good sir, are you, exactly? You seem quite confident you know me, at least by reputation, which has been known to precede me, yet I haven't the faintest with whom I am speaking."
The gnome stares at the elf for a moment, perplexed, impatient, then with understanding, strains to politely respond. "The name's Koselig, and we have met before - right here in this garden, in fact. Don't worry that you can't remember it. It hasn't happened yet, well I suppose now it has, but... it's complicated. Look, the important thing is my friends and I, we need to get the Verbobonc. RIggby has passed on, and our friend Tess is a ranking cleric of Boccob, expected to attend to the transition prior to his sojourn to Greyhawk where he is to be interred. She asked me to bring Cha!jil and Captain Sparhawk the moment they were available." Koselig says, glancing from one face to the other as he speaks their names, his voice faltering slightly,
"That moment is now."
The high elf listens in patient silence before nodding firmly, "Right, well then allow me to show you. Just beyond the gate you can see the point where a fey crossroad overlaps with my own world. It is easy enough to find if you know what to look for."
"Sorry for your loss." Majera says, Dictato recording her words, as always. Sumai removes his straw hat, in respect as Obal Obb, the headless dwarf folds his hands and bows slightly. Bodger offers, "You should take some cake to the bereaved."