Gewyn smells the dust on the air and recognizes the effect it is starting to have on his body. He's no stranger to people using substances to enhance a party, and though he doesn't lean on such crutches, he has built up a healthy resistance to their effects.
Not wanting to leave Hector in the lurch, though, he pulls out his pipes and starts playing a jaunty jig to accompany the dance, in no way contributing constructively to the situation.
Sam all but forgets Hector and his nonsense dance, he suddenly had a real problem. Sam pokes at Elthana to see if she reacts... If she doesn't he picks her up and carries here back the way they came... (15 feet if you want to go by rounds, until he can't hear the music if not.)
At the music there is an amused cheer from the giggling voices that surround the group. More buzzing flits around and Gewyn's hair lifts up as if invisible strings are holding up his locks and jiggling them around. Suddenly dropping invisibility three pixies appear dancing and giggling atop Gewyn's head, tiny hands clutching his hair and having a jolly old time dancing.
Several more appear in the trees hanging over branches kicking their little legs as they watch with glee, one throws it's tiny arms forward shooting little multicoloured sparks into the air which bob and weave around Hector's display.
Vin looks from Hector and his giggling dance to Elthana frozen in place to Gwen's dancing hair with a perplexed look on his face. That is until the pixies reveal themselves. Neferox immediately starts to growl and bare her teeth.
"Friends of the Good Witch, I assume. Best not harm them", he says patting Neferox re-assuringly.
He tries to think of any lore he has come across regarding their kind during his studies.
Nature (with Guidance): 9+3=12 (If Arcana would suit this check instead, it goes up to 15)
Gewyn smiles at the appearance of the pixies, and picks up the tempo of his playing. He begins to hop and twirl as he plays, taking the pixies for a bouncy ride.
The pixies scream in delight as they are spun and bobbed around by Gewyn. At Muir's question a few of the pixies in the trees look toward him and begins asking questions back in high pitched voices also on the sylvan tongue.
Slowly Hector is able to get his laughing under control and eases himself out of his dancing, despite the increased tempo in music, at the same time Elthana begins moving once more, apparently having been unable to do so since the dust, and finds herself in Sam's arms headed away from the apparent festivities.
"-just be calm... before the dancing, I was going to say just be calm, I forgot about the pixies." Hector says to the group as he leans down, hands on his knees and trying to catch his breath.
"Oh, uhhh..." Sam explains as Elthana begins moving once more. He stops and sets her down as gently as possible. "Errr... Pixies... yeah..." Sam then takes a step or two away to allow her to gather herself and wonders if he'll be needing his maul or not.
Vin steps away with Neferox, trying to keep a bit of distance between the hound and the fae creatures. Muir and Gewyn seemed to have the situation well in hand. Well, they were dealing with it anyway.
He relaxes a little when Hector and Elthana start to come out of their respective hypnoses. At least, he assumed it was some kind of hypnoses. He even goes as far as to make leaves fall around Muir, hoping that might endear him more to the Pixies.
As Sam sets her down, she gives his arm a squeeze, "Thanks... that was uh... strange."
While Muir and Gewyn play with the pixies, Elthana tries to see if the way forward is clear, she doesn't want any more distractions and wants to get to the Good Witch.
As Muir is speaking to the pixies and gewyn plays music, hector regains his composure and elthana is let back down on to soft vegetative ground. A whistle rings out through the trees. In an instant the pixies all go invisible once more and can be heard flying off giggling.
"What have we here?" A discerning and elderly female voice cuts through from just ahead, through the trees and out of sight, "a Celestial, a Fiend, a Fae and an undead? An odd mix for a group, the bird and the shadowkin are common enough in these parts, but a loxodon? Not seen one of your kind in many many years... What business have you all here? Where did you come from? What is the meaning of this hector?"
Hector looks around but sees no-one, nor do the rest of the group. "Delores? Is that you? you can trust these people, I promise, they need help"...
"ah, I assume that answers the why, but not the where" Delores says in response to Sam, and steps out from behind a tree some 30ft from hector at the front of the party. The group sees an elderly elf with long silver hair, and a walking cane, though her posture does not indicate any hint of a hunch or impairment, she is incredibly old for an elf.
"They're from the hub realm Delores" hector pipes up, "just like you and I..."
Delores looks around the group, and raises a wrinkled hand pointing to Griff, "...and that one? He holds himself like a soldier." Hector winces a little and scratches the back of his head awkwardly giving a grin "yeahhh, I suppose not all of them then."
Sam turns around and starts pointing back the way they came but then Hector speaks up and answers the broader question of where they came from. "Ahh, yes. Yeah, the... Hub."
"As for Griff... Well he's with us. On our side now, more so than ever, since we learned some stuff..."
“Delores hmm?” Muir suspicious this is not her real name. “You are from the main hub originally or did you come from another realm and end up at the main hub? Oh where are my manners. My name is Muir. I am a Keeper of the Wood. Perhaps you knew of one of us before coming here? A Garth or Yen?”
"I have heard of the keepers, but not those specific names, I have been gone from the material realm, the hub, for many many years... And yes I was born there. Why do you ask?" Delores asks back with a cocked eyebrow, she squints here eyes at Muir attempting to figure out what it is he really wants.
Listening to Sam, Delores appears to search through his words for purpose, deducting and extracting reasoning, "learned some stuff that would have a soldier break rank and code? That is news, I would like to hear it, I hope you like tea. Would you accompany this elderly lady safely back to her humble dwelling?"
Delores waits for affirmation or motion from the group. A pixie drops invisibility on her shoulder and leans over to whisper something in delores' ear.
At Sam's question to Elthana she doesn't move, just looking dead ahead her arms at her side.
Hector continues laughing and dancing, and the giggling surrounding the group gets louder and more raucous.
Gewyn smells the dust on the air and recognizes the effect it is starting to have on his body. He's no stranger to people using substances to enhance a party, and though he doesn't lean on such crutches, he has built up a healthy resistance to their effects.
Not wanting to leave Hector in the lurch, though, he pulls out his pipes and starts playing a jaunty jig to accompany the dance, in no way contributing constructively to the situation.
"Elthana?" Sam asks, quizzically. "El??"
Sam all but forgets Hector and his nonsense dance, he suddenly had a real problem. Sam pokes at Elthana to see if she reacts... If she doesn't he picks her up and carries here back the way they came... (15 feet if you want to go by rounds, until he can't hear the music if not.)
At the music there is an amused cheer from the giggling voices that surround the group. More buzzing flits around and Gewyn's hair lifts up as if invisible strings are holding up his locks and jiggling them around. Suddenly dropping invisibility three pixies appear dancing and giggling atop Gewyn's head, tiny hands clutching his hair and having a jolly old time dancing.
Several more appear in the trees hanging over branches kicking their little legs as they watch with glee, one throws it's tiny arms forward shooting little multicoloured sparks into the air which bob and weave around Hector's display.
Vin looks from Hector and his giggling dance to Elthana frozen in place to Gwen's dancing hair with a perplexed look on his face. That is until the pixies reveal themselves. Neferox immediately starts to growl and bare her teeth.
"Friends of the Good Witch, I assume. Best not harm them", he says patting Neferox re-assuringly.
He tries to think of any lore he has come across regarding their kind during his studies.
Nature (with Guidance): 9+3=12 (If Arcana would suit this check instead, it goes up to 15)
After being poked by Sam, Elthana continues to stare ahead, no response to him whatsoever.
She doesn’t seem to react to the pixies either.
Gewyn smiles at the appearance of the pixies, and picks up the tempo of his playing. He begins to hop and twirl as he plays, taking the pixies for a bouncy ride.
Muir has a theory after hearing Sam mention the hag and seeing the pixies. He speaks in Sylvan to the pixies
The pixies scream in delight as they are spun and bobbed around by Gewyn. At Muir's question a few of the pixies in the trees look toward him and begins asking questions back in high pitched voices also on the sylvan tongue.
Slowly Hector is able to get his laughing under control and eases himself out of his dancing, despite the increased tempo in music, at the same time Elthana begins moving once more, apparently having been unable to do so since the dust, and finds herself in Sam's arms headed away from the apparent festivities.
"-just be calm... before the dancing, I was going to say just be calm, I forgot about the pixies." Hector says to the group as he leans down, hands on his knees and trying to catch his breath.
"Oh, uhhh..." Sam explains as Elthana begins moving once more. He stops and sets her down as gently as possible. "Errr... Pixies... yeah..." Sam then takes a step or two away to allow her to gather herself and wonders if he'll be needing his maul or not.
Muir continues to speak in Sylvan but toots a few notes on his nose to match the beat
Vin steps away with Neferox, trying to keep a bit of distance between the hound and the fae creatures. Muir and Gewyn seemed to have the situation well in hand. Well, they were dealing with it anyway.
He relaxes a little when Hector and Elthana start to come out of their respective hypnoses. At least, he assumed it was some kind of hypnoses. He even goes as far as to make leaves fall around Muir, hoping that might endear him more to the Pixies.
Neferox merely rolls her eyes and loses interest.
As Sam sets her down, she gives his arm a squeeze, "Thanks... that was uh... strange."
While Muir and Gewyn play with the pixies, Elthana tries to see if the way forward is clear, she doesn't want any more distractions and wants to get to the Good Witch.
"Oh! Sorry," Sam hurriedly replies to Elthana. "Just trying to get you safe..."
As Muir is speaking to the pixies and gewyn plays music, hector regains his composure and elthana is let back down on to soft vegetative ground. A whistle rings out through the trees. In an instant the pixies all go invisible once more and can be heard flying off giggling.
"What have we here?" A discerning and elderly female voice cuts through from just ahead, through the trees and out of sight, "a Celestial, a Fiend, a Fae and an undead? An odd mix for a group, the bird and the shadowkin are common enough in these parts, but a loxodon? Not seen one of your kind in many many years... What business have you all here? Where did you come from? What is the meaning of this hector?"
Hector looks around but sees no-one, nor do the rest of the group. "Delores? Is that you? you can trust these people, I promise, they need help"...
"Not an undead," Sam grumbles. "Half-Orc... I just... have a condition is all."
"ah, I assume that answers the why, but not the where" Delores says in response to Sam, and steps out from behind a tree some 30ft from hector at the front of the party. The group sees an elderly elf with long silver hair, and a walking cane, though her posture does not indicate any hint of a hunch or impairment, she is incredibly old for an elf.
"They're from the hub realm Delores" hector pipes up, "just like you and I..."
Delores looks around the group, and raises a wrinkled hand pointing to Griff, "...and that one? He holds himself like a soldier." Hector winces a little and scratches the back of his head awkwardly giving a grin "yeahhh, I suppose not all of them then."
Sam turns around and starts pointing back the way they came but then Hector speaks up and answers the broader question of where they came from. "Ahh, yes. Yeah, the... Hub."
"As for Griff... Well he's with us. On our side now, more so than ever, since we learned some stuff..."
“Delores hmm?” Muir suspicious this is not her real name. “You are from the main hub originally or did you come from another realm and end up at the main hub? Oh where are my manners. My name is Muir. I am a Keeper of the Wood. Perhaps you knew of one of us before coming here? A Garth or Yen?”
"I have heard of the keepers, but not those specific names, I have been gone from the material realm, the hub, for many many years... And yes I was born there. Why do you ask?" Delores asks back with a cocked eyebrow, she squints here eyes at Muir attempting to figure out what it is he really wants.
Listening to Sam, Delores appears to search through his words for purpose, deducting and extracting reasoning, "learned some stuff that would have a soldier break rank and code? That is news, I would like to hear it, I hope you like tea. Would you accompany this elderly lady safely back to her humble dwelling?"
Delores waits for affirmation or motion from the group. A pixie drops invisibility on her shoulder and leans over to whisper something in delores' ear.