Marley feels a bit embarrassed, realizing that he's obsessing over his gear and how thankful he is to Grandmother Willow for her help with the curse. As the party moves into the hut he is reminded of his youth, when he would spend as much time as possible in a hut learning at the feet of the wise old crones of his tribe.
He takes a seat in one of the vine chairs and gives Grandmother Willow a respectful bow and all of his attention. "Thank you, grandmother..." he says quietly as he waits for tea and to hear more about the tree.
Grandmother Willow looks at Marley. "Oh your welcome dear" she smiles as she takes a seat.
As the pot starts to heat up a wonderful fragrance fills the air that makes you feel light headed and a bit euphoric.
"Mmmm they chose the good stuff....."
A rabbit pours a cup for everyone and hands them out.
"Thank you dearie....So the pixie magic left a brand on you all. Don't worry it wont harm you but I can teach you how to tap into it if you help a little old woman....
She takes a long drink from her cup.
"A grand old tree a few miles from here is sick and has gone insane. Each time I go near to help I am effected too and must leave the area. I can't speak to him for each time I do, all I get is a scream in agony. I ask you strong brave (see winks at Sam) adventurers to go and find out what's wrong so I can cure him. I tried to ask the rangers of my circle to help but they too are affected by what ever is wrong. I need someone not connected to nature."
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"We are in your debt," Marley says softly with a nod, then takes a sip of tea as he ponders Grandmother Willow's account of the sick tree. He tries to remember if he has ever heard of anything like this before.
Marley with a Nat 1 you can't remember hearing about something like this. With a 10 nature you have seen deceased trees in your jungle but can't remember how they were treated all you can think of is fire?
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Maz is pleased to finally be able to walk again, though it is more tiring now after days of simply floating. He thanks Grandmother willow and then ponders through his knowledge of song and lore to try and remember anything that could be of interest.
(DM: Forgot to say last post the tea makes you feel good and happy. After each sup any negative thoughts or feelings is washed away.)
Maz you can't really anything specific to the situation, a more randy poem called the young forest lass pops in your head but you shake it away.
Grandmother Willow looks at Crunchface. "That's great dearie. I'm not sure what affecting the great oak but it has to be magical in nature. The great oaks roots go deep. Maybe it hot something in the underdark or something foul too resistance in its branches. Unfortunately I'm cut off from that part of the forest and none of my scouts have returned poor dears....."
She takes a sip of tea and the dark expression on her face fades.
"The pixies yes they left their mark on you. I see it on your faces and I'm not talking of rhe curses well I am kinda. When the pixies hit you with their magic it leaves a bit of fae stank on you."
She chuckles.
"With a bit of help you can use that connection to your advantage"
Grandmother Willow "oh heavens such go getters I have here. No you can't go now. By the time you arrived it would be dark. Rest tonight and push out just after first light. Bon Bon can guide you he knows this area almost as well as I don't you dear?"
The rabbit making tea turns towards the group. It raises up on its hind legs and stands up right. It's voice is alarmingly deep and clear.
"Indeed I do Grandmother, it would be my greatest honor to date to assist the great oak in this way." He drops back to all four and continues his chores.
Grandmother "Bon Bon is such a scamp, good with a dagger too. Well enjoy your tea dears if you wish to leave now I can have Bon Bon prepare dinner to go if you would like to stay here tonight you will find the garden is as good as any inn for sleeping"
DM: up too you if you want the long rest or push now. Just let me know. Also feel free to RP any interaction you wish.
“hello there! I don’t mean to be rude but I’ve not met one of your kind before. I do however love to share stories and culture. Do you by chance have any song or stories to share? I’d be happy to play one of my own in return if you like.” Maz says happily.
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Maz, teary eyed and awestruck, is inspired.
“Bon Bon… I cannot thank you enough for sharing this epic. You are a magnificent story teller my friend. A true talent. Now, let me share with you a soothing song from my own culture. One I learned long long ago.” Maz pulls his pan flute and begins to play a slow soft tune.
Bon Bon claps in awe. Maz looking out the window you see all the creatures around the hut have stopped to listen.
Bon Bon "Thank you sit that was wonderful but alas the hour is late and tomorrow will be a trial. Please this way I'll show you where you will sleep."
As you all turn to leave you see where Grandmother Willow was now sleeps a old white cat purring gently.
You all are led to a patches of carefully woven grass all ready for you. The beds are as soft as any bed you have slept on and the night passes soundly.
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Crunchface you land in a perfect super hero pose. A few rabbits in the garden clap, Maz lands on his feet but stumbles and falls face foward.
Grandmother Willow pats Sam on the chest then backs away and looks up.
"The hour grows late come in, have some tea. I'll tell you about it.
She turns and walks into the hut.
The hut is covered in plants, some appear to be moving, others are, a few rabbits and birds move about.
She points at a spot on the ground and vines grow and form chairs. A flower blooms and a rabbit picks it and puts it in a pot.
Marley feels a bit embarrassed, realizing that he's obsessing over his gear and how thankful he is to Grandmother Willow for her help with the curse. As the party moves into the hut he is reminded of his youth, when he would spend as much time as possible in a hut learning at the feet of the wise old crones of his tribe.
He takes a seat in one of the vine chairs and gives Grandmother Willow a respectful bow and all of his attention. "Thank you, grandmother..." he says quietly as he waits for tea and to hear more about the tree.
Grandmother Willow looks at Marley. "Oh your welcome dear" she smiles as she takes a seat.
As the pot starts to heat up a wonderful fragrance fills the air that makes you feel light headed and a bit euphoric.
"Mmmm they chose the good stuff....."
A rabbit pours a cup for everyone and hands them out.
"Thank you dearie....So the pixie magic left a brand on you all. Don't worry it wont harm you but I can teach you how to tap into it if you help a little old woman....
She takes a long drink from her cup.
"A grand old tree a few miles from here is sick and has gone insane. Each time I go near to help I am effected too and must leave the area. I can't speak to him for each time I do, all I get is a scream in agony. I ask you strong brave (see winks at Sam) adventurers to go and find out what's wrong so I can cure him. I tried to ask the rangers of my circle to help but they too are affected by what ever is wrong. I need someone not connected to nature."
Sam says “we will gladly help you. It gladdens my heart to help you. “
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“I’m also interested in learning more about this mark left by the pixies. I’ve heard stories. “
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Crunchface enters as well, stumbling a bit cause he’s used to floating by now. “I help too. I think I know something that might help, have to try.”
(Talking about Lesser restoration )
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
"We are in your debt," Marley says softly with a nod, then takes a sip of tea as he ponders Grandmother Willow's account of the sick tree. He tries to remember if he has ever heard of anything like this before.
History: 11
Nature: 19
Marley with a Nat 1 you can't remember hearing about something like this. With a 10 nature you have seen deceased trees in your jungle but can't remember how they were treated all you can think of is fire?
Maz is pleased to finally be able to walk again, though it is more tiring now after days of simply floating. He thanks Grandmother willow and then ponders through his knowledge of song and lore to try and remember anything that could be of interest.
History: 10
(DM: Forgot to say last post the tea makes you feel good and happy. After each sup any negative thoughts or feelings is washed away.)
Maz you can't really anything specific to the situation, a more randy poem called the young forest lass pops in your head but you shake it away.
Grandmother Willow looks at Crunchface. "That's great dearie. I'm not sure what affecting the great oak but it has to be magical in nature. The great oaks roots go deep. Maybe it hot something in the underdark or something foul too resistance in its branches. Unfortunately I'm cut off from that part of the forest and none of my scouts have returned poor dears....."
She takes a sip of tea and the dark expression on her face fades.
"The pixies yes they left their mark on you. I see it on your faces and I'm not talking of rhe curses well I am kinda. When the pixies hit you with their magic it leaves a bit of fae stank on you."
She chuckles.
"With a bit of help you can use that connection to your advantage"
Sam stands up and says "Lets go see this tree and figure out what is causing it to fail."
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"Yes, let's do that," Marley agrees with a relaxed grin. "Right after we finish our tea." He takes another sip.
Grandmother Willow "oh heavens such go getters I have here. No you can't go now. By the time you arrived it would be dark. Rest tonight and push out just after first light. Bon Bon can guide you he knows this area almost as well as I don't you dear?"
The rabbit making tea turns towards the group. It raises up on its hind legs and stands up right. It's voice is alarmingly deep and clear.
"Indeed I do Grandmother, it would be my greatest honor to date to assist the great oak in this way." He drops back to all four and continues his chores.
Grandmother "Bon Bon is such a scamp, good with a dagger too. Well enjoy your tea dears if you wish to leave now I can have Bon Bon prepare dinner to go if you would like to stay here tonight you will find the garden is as good as any inn for sleeping"
DM: up too you if you want the long rest or push now. Just let me know. Also feel free to RP any interaction you wish.
"I guess we can stay here and head to the tree at first light. Thank you for your hospitality."
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Maz turns to Bon Bon.
“hello there! I don’t mean to be rude but I’ve not met one of your kind before. I do however love to share stories and culture. Do you by chance have any song or stories to share? I’d be happy to play one of my own in return if you like.” Maz says happily.
Bon bon nose twitches.
Bon Bon: "Don't know any songs Sir but I'll share the tale of Peter the cotton tail 3rd King of the Bunnydom."
Willow: "ooh this is a good one." She settles back to listen and is soon fast asleep.
Bon Bon's tale s an epic story about how a rabbit led an army of woodland creatures to fight of a band of goblins chopping down trees.
Once he is finished he bows.
Sam claps “We’ll told Bon Bon. It is a pleasure meeting you. “
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Crunchface listens a bit sceptically.
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
Maz, teary eyed and awestruck, is inspired.
“Bon Bon… I cannot thank you enough for sharing this epic. You are a magnificent story teller my friend. A true talent. Now, let me share with you a soothing song from my own culture. One I learned long long ago.” Maz pulls his pan flute and begins to play a slow soft tune.
performance: 15
Bon Bon claps in awe. Maz looking out the window you see all the creatures around the hut have stopped to listen.
Bon Bon "Thank you sit that was wonderful but alas the hour is late and tomorrow will be a trial. Please this way I'll show you where you will sleep."
As you all turn to leave you see where Grandmother Willow was now sleeps a old white cat purring gently.
You all are led to a patches of carefully woven grass all ready for you. The beds are as soft as any bed you have slept on and the night passes soundly.