As the acorn hits upon the mound of slain and slaughtered faeries there is a sudden flashpoint of instant growth. The trunk of the tree is just suddenly there, round and mighty, as if it had been growing strong for five-score years or more. The limbs and branches stretch and reach out for the sky with a furious desire to find the sun and the nourishment it provides, and the roots, the roots are the only gentle thing about the whole miraculous spectacle. The roots gently grow around the bodies of the deceased as if cradling and comforting them, they do no further harm to the tiny creatures but instead cover and hide them before reaching down deep into the ground to secure the tree as a monument to them.
Behind Sam the group watch the fuzzy ball of fluff hit the ground. A moment later it begins turning yellow and wiggling around, and growing, growing until it reaches an impossible size. It grows muscle, sines and fur, bright orange fur around one side of its now yellow body. Then rising from a curled up form a mighty lion stands as if just awoken from a sleep, it turns to Sam and bows its head, seemingly awaiting direction from its new master.
Everyone hears a squeak of fright as an unfamiliar voice eeks out, "what the ****!?" From the treeline, Elthana whips around to see a familiar bearded face poking out from behind a bush, hands suddenly clasped to its mouth in shock.
Vin searches the tiny folk for awhile trying to make heads or tails of all this. He doesn't understand all the connections but he also wanted to find out what happened to everyone. He seeks through the bodies and doesn't seem to find much but then goes back to sit with Nef and seems to talk with them a bit as Nef finishes her venison and then keeps a keen set of eyes and ears out. Vin uses a bit of magic that seems to sparkle and blink like glitter being tossed on the dog but wherever the sparkles hit they seem to clean instead. Soon, the blood covered hound is crisply clean with shiny black fur. Vin does the same for himself and seems to get startled when Sam suddenly gives some orders. Nef growls at the orders but Vin says "Oh! Right, can do." Nef rolls their eyes and goes back to watching and keeping a keen eye on the treeline for new attackers.
Vin goes right over to help get the carriage ready for travel again with Gewyn's help. As they do the young man looks to Gewyn and says "That was amazing! I didn't even realize the wagon was disguised. I thought it was gone. I'm glad we managed to save one horse but... there is definitely something worse out there. Something else got... Walker and Gara." Its plain as day for anyone that Vin is trying not to think about them. The young man had begun a new friendship with Walker despite their rocky start. A sense of kinship being a young man in a big role was more easily shared by the two of them rather then one alone. Vin takes a breath and continues to help get the wagon and horse ready with Gewyn though.
A lot of odd things seem to happen around Sam suddenly. He seems to create a lion out of no where and in addition to that he makes another giant tree. This time seeming to make the tree gather all the dead that Vin thought there was nothing to do for them but leave them as they didn't have the time to bury them all. Sam makes a giant tree that seemed to cradle them and act as a resting place. Vin bows his head gently towards the creatures in respect. Nef seems to be growling towards the lion though. Defiantly not a cat friendly dog. The hound doesn't outright attack the lion... yet... but they are glaring with a lot of hatred towards the newly summoned feline that seems only interested in Sam. It took Vin a bit to look away from the newly formed tree back to Nef and it seemed like he was about to say something to her when the bearded man swears pulling Vin and Nef's attention to the man instantly.
"Who are you!" Vin says in surprise. Nef immediately moves to be in front of Vin protectively.
Sam notices nothing from the fuzzy ball, to engrossed in his end of life arrangements for the little people. The spectacle of the tree springing out of nowhere keeps his vision forward and a lion doing much a similar growth from seemingly nothin goes unnoticed... Until Neferox starts with that very unfriendly growl of theirs.
"Hush, it's just a tree Nefero..." Sam breaks off as he catches sight of the... "Is that a lion?" Sam ask, awe and skepticism in his voice both at once. He had heard descriptions of the beast but had never seen one all up close and personal before. He couldn't help but slowly pick up his maul and position his hands upon it...
"Easy girl... The both of you..." Sam says it to the lion but quickly turns and includes Neferox in it as well. So far the lion seems calm enough, to what little reckoning of lions he has, but if Neferox cut lose he imagined quite a dustup developing.
"What the ****!?" Sam hears from the treeline and glances that way but decides to allow the others to tend to whatever new development there is, for now he decides it best to watch the lion.
Gewyn takes a full moment to gawk at Ellthana's back as she rides off on her elemental steed before he turns his attention to preparing the carriage. "What an exit," he says, impressed. "Who knew she had something like that kicking about."
Gewyn then, despite not being particularly accustomed to menial labour, throws himself into his task, grateful for the distraction from the situation and his thoughts. When Elthana returns, he absorbs the grim news wordlessly, moving aside to give her room to hitch up the horse. Then he is caught off guard by the spontaneous tree. "Geez!"he exclaims "A little more warning next ti- Ahh!" He sees the lion next. His hand darts reflexively to the bird pipes hung around his neck before he lowers the hand with a bit less speed to the knife at his side.
Then he hears the bearded echoing his surprise. He whips around to look at the man, and then says quietly out the side of his mouth, "Elthana, is this the one you saw and is he dangerous?"
As Gewyn exclaims asking for a little warning, Elthana watches as another tree seemingly grows out of nothing, looking to Sam to understand why. As she does, Elthana watches as the fluff that Sam threw from his pack become an actual lion. "Why do you have a lion??" she starts quizzing Sam, but then hears the man behind the treeline.
"Yes, Gewyn, he is the one I saw earlier, I'm not sure of his intent, let's find out." She starts walking towards the man, "Good day sir, I saw you earlier, may we help you?"
The lion takes no aggressive action and doesn't seem to pay much attention to Neferox as it watches Sam react.
The man in the tree goes from shocked, to frightened, as he sees that he has been made, he then tries to hide but fails spectacularly, he squeaks out from behind a particularly thinning bush that fails to obscure him "who are you!? You just killed one of those Not-Deer, are you friendly?"
Vin calms down seeing its not something instantly attacking them. Vin looks to them with a bit of curiosity and disbelief more then anything and says "We did kill that not-deer thing. We came to help. So definitely friendly." Nef glares and doesn't help this statement at all but Vin moves up to in front of her petting her a little as he does so. Nef huffs in distrust and watches the man with unblinking red eyes. "We are on edge though. We don't know what is happening and we were just attacked. Do you need help? Are you a survivor?"
“I do t have a lion!” Sam says in response to Elthana, frustration apparent even in his hushed voice.
“Just easy there, girl. Easy…” Sam says as he turns back yo the lion and tries to act non threatening. “Girl, is? Or guy? Should the mane tell me? I’m certainly not going to go checking.. “
Sam himself is eased by the very nonchalant attitude of the beast but still flustered. There was suddenly a lot going on at once and so far he couldn’t even hit any of it with his maul!
“Gewyn, is this another of your tricks?” Sam asks, a bit hopefully. “Either one of them?”
“Hey, hey, hey… Let’s not get too cozy yet, Vin. For all we know this stranger is with the deer things… or is the not-deer we didn’t kill,” Sam says, talking far more than he’s really used to in such a short time. “No offense mister, but we’ve seen some strange stuff of late.”
The lion approaches Sam very slowly and passively, it then rolls over exposing its belly, and it looks to Sam as it's tongue Lola out of its mouth playfully.
"I'm not a Not-Deer!" The creature pleads, "I'm also not a survivor, but I can take you to them, if you're here to help!" The creature doesn't come out of the bushes and is still actively cautious.
Elthana looks at the playful lion, amused. But when she hears the man talk about survivors, her ears perk up, "You can take us to them? Yes, we are here to help.. please, lead on." She leaves Vin's side and starts walking towards the treeline. "Tell me sir, who might you be?"
"My name is Terry, bard of Shionne, house of summer. and yes I can take you to them, I said that already, didn't I? I'm pretty sure." His voice sounds oddly sing songs and rhythmic as he emerges slightly from the bushes. The group now see the bearded man, pale of complexion and horned, he wears a green vest with a set of pipes hanging around his neck, and he has the most odd looking fur trousers on, or are those his legs?
Sam cautiously kneels and places a hand on the lion. He’s half expecting the beast not to be real but… sure felt solid enough. And warm and fuzzy. But also strong… He felt crazy for starting to scratch the great beasts stomach as if it was a stray kitten but it oddly seemed the right thing to do.
Trying to put that aside for now, Sam turned back towards the one calling themself Terry. Sam squints and tries to assess the man’s words, to try and decide if the have the ring of truth about them or not.., but Sam gets nothing at all. He just cannot get a bearing on the… man?
“Bard of Shionne? House of Summer? This means nothing to me,” Sam says flatly as he makes friends with the murder sized furball. “If you’re not a survivor and not with the deer-things, what are you in all this? Just a wandered by coincidentally? I mean we need something before we just follow you…”
Terry scratches his chin, "I was not under attack so I did not survive, I am not with the beasts as I have no allegiance with their plans, Shionne is my master, summer is her house, you could say I am a guest here, lending a helping hand. But it is not safe here out on the edge of the forest, the other Not-Deer will come back, with others, it's job is to prevent your escape! Come, the survivors are to the north, you will not reach them by road. No, by road you will only meet death."
Vin turns to Sam and says, "Let's follow them. This is the closest we've got for answers... Nef will work with you to be on alert." The hound with the red eyes was already scanning the edge of the forest for anything else. She seems intent on finding any other surprises. She does however look towards Sam and gives a huff in his direction like she begrudgingly accepts his aid.
Vin then turns back to the man and says "It's nice to meet you Terry, Bard of Shinnoe, I'm Vin. If you could lead us to the survivors I'd appreciate it. I'm relieved to hear there are some survivors." Vin seems willing to trust the man and even adds "We need to move before more show up, right guys?" Vin nods to the man.
Elthana listens to the peculiar man and turns to Gewyn, "Can you conceal our carriage and horses again? I don't think it can go through the trees very easily." She walks over and pets her air elemental horses nose, whispering to it gently.
She then heads over to Vin, "Yes, also Terry, would you happen to have seen what happened to the drivers of our carriage when we first arrived to this area? We fear the worst. But please, lead on."
The creature listens and responds in kind, directly when addressed, "a pleasure to meet you too, Vin was it? and yes the sooner the better with leaving" He turns then to Elthana "I know not when you arrived, and so I know not if I should have seen something, but haven't.
I can tell you though, that you are the only friendly creatures I have seen this night!" Terry chimes
“Hold on now, just one second! Before we go galavanting off with Terry here, I want more information’” Sam insists, being beaten jumping up to his feet by the much more agile and less arthritic lion.
“What do you know about the not-deer? What are they? What do they want? Where do they come from? What about these faeries we been seeing? Since when are faeries real? And why are they all dead? Where do they come from? Are they in league with the not-deer, opposing them or what? And the survivors? Who did they survive? Who are they? People from Hokum? Or faeries? Or what?” Sam speedily regurgitates every question he can think of with leaving no room for answers. Nor, barely, breath.
“And what’s the deal with those legs of yours?”
Sam, and the lion a step behind, approach the stranger as the questions are prattled off. It’s not meant to be an aggressive approach (but, you know, there is a lion right there!) but Sam is caught up in the moment and maybe not containing himself as well as usual. But his face is full of wonder and questioning, not fury or anger…
"I think I speak for all of us when I say we are glad to see another friendly face too," Gewyn says to the odd man. He notes the pipes around Terry's neck and says, "You know, I'm something of a bard myself," hooking a thumb through the leather cord around his neck to hold up his own set.
"Gewyn looks over the carriage again and says, "I'll see what I can do." He walks around to the other side, putting the carriage between him and Terry and hums a quick ditty to himself, waving his fingers a little shakily at the carriage, but all that appears is a small pebble in the air before him. It immediately falls to the ground and dissipates into mist. He scratches the back of his neck embarrassed. "Sorry, I was working on adrenaline before, and I'm feeling a little wiped now. Besides, I'm not sure how long I'd be able to make it last even in the best of conditions. I suggest we load up the horse with some essentials and bring it with us, moving the carriage off the side of the road and covering it with some brush."
He thinks back to someone particular from Trundlesten and says, "Of course, I am thinking it less and less likely that it is common bandits plaguing this place, so if anyone is allowed to come across our carriage, whatever supplies we can't take with us may make the difference between life and death"
"well uh, in order that would be; they are mutated abominations, they used to be deer I suppose, um whatever their master has told them, the same lands I do, what about them, since always, killed by the Not-Deers and their allies, again same lands I do, opposing them, the survivors are people from the town, yes I believe it was called Hokum, and finally these old things, well... That's just my legs, I did no deal for them, nor will I trade them away."
Terry backs up a little as he reels off his answers in order, he trips and continues scrambling back on his backside as Sam and the lion approach. "I... Uhh... Well we should get going, now." As Gewyn pipes up and addresses the creature, he nods a little from the floor of the forest which he has not stepped foot out of yet "I'm sure we can all become more aquatinted at the camp, lovely to meet a fellow musician and yes bring the supplies, we are in desperate need of them."
Elthana nods to Gewyn after his attempt to cover the carriage but doesn't say anything. She hold her glass orb up and after a whisper of words, her horse becomes wisps of clouds again and swirls around Elthana, eventually disappating and reappearing in the orb. Once that is complete, she puts it away. "Shall we gather what we can?" she says to anyone listening, and heads to the other horse to again dislodge him from the harness that is attaching him to the carriage.
She finds the barrage of questions and the strange answers intriguing, but what is concerning her is to get off the road as soon as possible and to find these survivors of Hokum apparently? She hopes they can shed some light on what is going on.
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As the acorn hits upon the mound of slain and slaughtered faeries there is a sudden flashpoint of instant growth. The trunk of the tree is just suddenly there, round and mighty, as if it had been growing strong for five-score years or more. The limbs and branches stretch and reach out for the sky with a furious desire to find the sun and the nourishment it provides, and the roots, the roots are the only gentle thing about the whole miraculous spectacle. The roots gently grow around the bodies of the deceased as if cradling and comforting them, they do no further harm to the tiny creatures but instead cover and hide them before reaching down deep into the ground to secure the tree as a monument to them.
Behind Sam the group watch the fuzzy ball of fluff hit the ground. A moment later it begins turning yellow and wiggling around, and growing, growing until it reaches an impossible size. It grows muscle, sines and fur, bright orange fur around one side of its now yellow body. Then rising from a curled up form a mighty lion stands as if just awoken from a sleep, it turns to Sam and bows its head, seemingly awaiting direction from its new master.
Everyone hears a squeak of fright as an unfamiliar voice eeks out, "what the ****!?" From the treeline, Elthana whips around to see a familiar bearded face poking out from behind a bush, hands suddenly clasped to its mouth in shock.
Vin searches the tiny folk for awhile trying to make heads or tails of all this. He doesn't understand all the connections but he also wanted to find out what happened to everyone. He seeks through the bodies and doesn't seem to find much but then goes back to sit with Nef and seems to talk with them a bit as Nef finishes her venison and then keeps a keen set of eyes and ears out. Vin uses a bit of magic that seems to sparkle and blink like glitter being tossed on the dog but wherever the sparkles hit they seem to clean instead. Soon, the blood covered hound is crisply clean with shiny black fur. Vin does the same for himself and seems to get startled when Sam suddenly gives some orders. Nef growls at the orders but Vin says "Oh! Right, can do." Nef rolls their eyes and goes back to watching and keeping a keen eye on the treeline for new attackers.
Vin goes right over to help get the carriage ready for travel again with Gewyn's help. As they do the young man looks to Gewyn and says "That was amazing! I didn't even realize the wagon was disguised. I thought it was gone. I'm glad we managed to save one horse but... there is definitely something worse out there. Something else got... Walker and Gara." Its plain as day for anyone that Vin is trying not to think about them. The young man had begun a new friendship with Walker despite their rocky start. A sense of kinship being a young man in a big role was more easily shared by the two of them rather then one alone. Vin takes a breath and continues to help get the wagon and horse ready with Gewyn though.
A lot of odd things seem to happen around Sam suddenly. He seems to create a lion out of no where and in addition to that he makes another giant tree. This time seeming to make the tree gather all the dead that Vin thought there was nothing to do for them but leave them as they didn't have the time to bury them all. Sam makes a giant tree that seemed to cradle them and act as a resting place. Vin bows his head gently towards the creatures in respect. Nef seems to be growling towards the lion though. Defiantly not a cat friendly dog. The hound doesn't outright attack the lion... yet... but they are glaring with a lot of hatred towards the newly summoned feline that seems only interested in Sam. It took Vin a bit to look away from the newly formed tree back to Nef and it seemed like he was about to say something to her when the bearded man swears pulling Vin and Nef's attention to the man instantly.
"Who are you!" Vin says in surprise. Nef immediately moves to be in front of Vin protectively.
Sam notices nothing from the fuzzy ball, to engrossed in his end of life arrangements for the little people. The spectacle of the tree springing out of nowhere keeps his vision forward and a lion doing much a similar growth from seemingly nothin goes unnoticed... Until Neferox starts with that very unfriendly growl of theirs.
"Hush, it's just a tree Nefero..." Sam breaks off as he catches sight of the... "Is that a lion?" Sam ask, awe and skepticism in his voice both at once. He had heard descriptions of the beast but had never seen one all up close and personal before. He couldn't help but slowly pick up his maul and position his hands upon it...
"Easy girl... The both of you..." Sam says it to the lion but quickly turns and includes Neferox in it as well. So far the lion seems calm enough, to what little reckoning of lions he has, but if Neferox cut lose he imagined quite a dustup developing.
"What the ****!?" Sam hears from the treeline and glances that way but decides to allow the others to tend to whatever new development there is, for now he decides it best to watch the lion.
Gewyn takes a full moment to gawk at Ellthana's back as she rides off on her elemental steed before he turns his attention to preparing the carriage. "What an exit," he says, impressed. "Who knew she had something like that kicking about."
Gewyn then, despite not being particularly accustomed to menial labour, throws himself into his task, grateful for the distraction from the situation and his thoughts. When Elthana returns, he absorbs the grim news wordlessly, moving aside to give her room to hitch up the horse. Then he is caught off guard by the spontaneous tree. "Geez!" he exclaims "A little more warning next ti- Ahh!" He sees the lion next. His hand darts reflexively to the bird pipes hung around his neck before he lowers the hand with a bit less speed to the knife at his side.
Then he hears the bearded echoing his surprise. He whips around to look at the man, and then says quietly out the side of his mouth, "Elthana, is this the one you saw and is he dangerous?"
As Gewyn exclaims asking for a little warning, Elthana watches as another tree seemingly grows out of nothing, looking to Sam to understand why. As she does, Elthana watches as the fluff that Sam threw from his pack become an actual lion. "Why do you have a lion??" she starts quizzing Sam, but then hears the man behind the treeline.
"Yes, Gewyn, he is the one I saw earlier, I'm not sure of his intent, let's find out." She starts walking towards the man, "Good day sir, I saw you earlier, may we help you?"
The lion takes no aggressive action and doesn't seem to pay much attention to Neferox as it watches Sam react.
The man in the tree goes from shocked, to frightened, as he sees that he has been made, he then tries to hide but fails spectacularly, he squeaks out from behind a particularly thinning bush that fails to obscure him "who are you!? You just killed one of those Not-Deer, are you friendly?"
Vin calms down seeing its not something instantly attacking them. Vin looks to them with a bit of curiosity and disbelief more then anything and says "We did kill that not-deer thing. We came to help. So definitely friendly." Nef glares and doesn't help this statement at all but Vin moves up to in front of her petting her a little as he does so. Nef huffs in distrust and watches the man with unblinking red eyes. "We are on edge though. We don't know what is happening and we were just attacked. Do you need help? Are you a survivor?"
“I do t have a lion!” Sam says in response to Elthana, frustration apparent even in his hushed voice.
“Just easy there, girl. Easy…” Sam says as he turns back yo the lion and tries to act non threatening. “Girl, is? Or guy? Should the mane tell me? I’m certainly not going to go checking.. “
Sam himself is eased by the very nonchalant attitude of the beast but still flustered. There was suddenly a lot going on at once and so far he couldn’t even hit any of it with his maul!
“Gewyn, is this another of your tricks?” Sam asks, a bit hopefully. “Either one of them?”
“Hey, hey, hey… Let’s not get too cozy yet, Vin. For all we know this stranger is with the deer things… or is the not-deer we didn’t kill,” Sam says, talking far more than he’s really used to in such a short time. “No offense mister, but we’ve seen some strange stuff of late.”
The lion approaches Sam very slowly and passively, it then rolls over exposing its belly, and it looks to Sam as it's tongue Lola out of its mouth playfully.
"I'm not a Not-Deer!" The creature pleads, "I'm also not a survivor, but I can take you to them, if you're here to help!" The creature doesn't come out of the bushes and is still actively cautious.
Elthana looks at the playful lion, amused. But when she hears the man talk about survivors, her ears perk up, "You can take us to them? Yes, we are here to help.. please, lead on." She leaves Vin's side and starts walking towards the treeline. "Tell me sir, who might you be?"
"My name is Terry, bard of Shionne, house of summer. and yes I can take you to them, I said that already, didn't I? I'm pretty sure." His voice sounds oddly sing songs and rhythmic as he emerges slightly from the bushes. The group now see the bearded man, pale of complexion and horned, he wears a green vest with a set of pipes hanging around his neck, and he has the most odd looking fur trousers on, or are those his legs?
Sam cautiously kneels and places a hand on the lion. He’s half expecting the beast not to be real but… sure felt solid enough. And warm and fuzzy. But also strong… He felt crazy for starting to scratch the great beasts stomach as if it was a stray kitten but it oddly seemed the right thing to do.
Trying to put that aside for now, Sam turned back towards the one calling themself Terry. Sam squints and tries to assess the man’s words, to try and decide if the have the ring of truth about them or not.., but Sam gets nothing at all. He just cannot get a bearing on the… man?
“Bard of Shionne? House of Summer? This means nothing to me,” Sam says flatly as he makes friends with the murder sized furball. “If you’re not a survivor and not with the deer-things, what are you in all this? Just a wandered by coincidentally? I mean we need something before we just follow you…”
Terry scratches his chin, "I was not under attack so I did not survive, I am not with the beasts as I have no allegiance with their plans, Shionne is my master, summer is her house, you could say I am a guest here, lending a helping hand. But it is not safe here out on the edge of the forest, the other Not-Deer will come back, with others, it's job is to prevent your escape! Come, the survivors are to the north, you will not reach them by road. No, by road you will only meet death."
Vin turns to Sam and says, "Let's follow them. This is the closest we've got for answers... Nef will work with you to be on alert." The hound with the red eyes was already scanning the edge of the forest for anything else. She seems intent on finding any other surprises. She does however look towards Sam and gives a huff in his direction like she begrudgingly accepts his aid.
Vin then turns back to the man and says "It's nice to meet you Terry, Bard of Shinnoe, I'm Vin. If you could lead us to the survivors I'd appreciate it. I'm relieved to hear there are some survivors." Vin seems willing to trust the man and even adds "We need to move before more show up, right guys?" Vin nods to the man.
Elthana listens to the peculiar man and turns to Gewyn, "Can you conceal our carriage and horses again? I don't think it can go through the trees very easily." She walks over and pets her air elemental horses nose, whispering to it gently.
She then heads over to Vin, "Yes, also Terry, would you happen to have seen what happened to the drivers of our carriage when we first arrived to this area? We fear the worst. But please, lead on."
The creature listens and responds in kind, directly when addressed, "a pleasure to meet you too, Vin was it? and yes the sooner the better with leaving" He turns then to Elthana "I know not when you arrived, and so I know not if I should have seen something, but haven't.
I can tell you though, that you are the only friendly creatures I have seen this night!" Terry chimes
“Hold on now, just one second! Before we go galavanting off with Terry here, I want more information’” Sam insists, being beaten jumping up to his feet by the much more agile and less arthritic lion.
“What do you know about the not-deer? What are they? What do they want? Where do they come from? What about these faeries we been seeing? Since when are faeries real? And why are they all dead? Where do they come from? Are they in league with the not-deer, opposing them or what? And the survivors? Who did they survive? Who are they? People from Hokum? Or faeries? Or what?” Sam speedily regurgitates every question he can think of with leaving no room for answers. Nor, barely, breath.
“And what’s the deal with those legs of yours?”
Sam, and the lion a step behind, approach the stranger as the questions are prattled off. It’s not meant to be an aggressive approach (but, you know, there is a lion right there!) but Sam is caught up in the moment and maybe not containing himself as well as usual. But his face is full of wonder and questioning, not fury or anger…
"I think I speak for all of us when I say we are glad to see another friendly face too," Gewyn says to the odd man. He notes the pipes around Terry's neck and says, "You know, I'm something of a bard myself," hooking a thumb through the leather cord around his neck to hold up his own set.
"Gewyn looks over the carriage again and says, "I'll see what I can do." He walks around to the other side, putting the carriage between him and Terry and hums a quick ditty to himself, waving his fingers a little shakily at the carriage, but all that appears is a small pebble in the air before him. It immediately falls to the ground and dissipates into mist. He scratches the back of his neck embarrassed. "Sorry, I was working on adrenaline before, and I'm feeling a little wiped now. Besides, I'm not sure how long I'd be able to make it last even in the best of conditions. I suggest we load up the horse with some essentials and bring it with us, moving the carriage off the side of the road and covering it with some brush."
He thinks back to someone particular from Trundlesten and says, "Of course, I am thinking it less and less likely that it is common bandits plaguing this place, so if anyone is allowed to come across our carriage, whatever supplies we can't take with us may make the difference between life and death"
"well uh, in order that would be; they are mutated abominations, they used to be deer I suppose, um whatever their master has told them, the same lands I do, what about them, since always, killed by the Not-Deers and their allies, again same lands I do, opposing them, the survivors are people from the town, yes I believe it was called Hokum, and finally these old things, well... That's just my legs, I did no deal for them, nor will I trade them away."
Terry backs up a little as he reels off his answers in order, he trips and continues scrambling back on his backside as Sam and the lion approach. "I... Uhh... Well we should get going, now." As Gewyn pipes up and addresses the creature, he nods a little from the floor of the forest which he has not stepped foot out of yet "I'm sure we can all become more aquatinted at the camp, lovely to meet a fellow musician and yes bring the supplies, we are in desperate need of them."
Elthana nods to Gewyn after his attempt to cover the carriage but doesn't say anything. She hold her glass orb up and after a whisper of words, her horse becomes wisps of clouds again and swirls around Elthana, eventually disappating and reappearing in the orb. Once that is complete, she puts it away. "Shall we gather what we can?" she says to anyone listening, and heads to the other horse to again dislodge him from the harness that is attaching him to the carriage.
She finds the barrage of questions and the strange answers intriguing, but what is concerning her is to get off the road as soon as possible and to find these survivors of Hokum apparently? She hopes they can shed some light on what is going on.