Navi

Faelan interposes between Zeg and the female Halfling. "Hey!! Heya, whatdoyaknow. Havah seen you before?" Faelan tries to distract her. He looks back quickly. "Zeg, buddy. Ya ok?" He turns back to the female. "Say, what's ya name? Mah name is Faelan Whisperwind, but everyone around hear calls me Cottontail. So, what's up with the sad face sweety?"

Faelan, please make a Wisdom saving throw.

WIS Save: 16

Approaching the cabinet, Faelan feels the urge to look up at the Tasha the Wizard mannequin within. The cheeky smile on the green-robed wizard makes Faelan want to smile, and he is suddenly aware of how amusing this entire situation is... but then realises this is a trick! He's been at the Carnival long enough to recognise that this is another one of those joke attractions - one he's never seen before - probably a new addition by Mr Light. The harengon shakes off the effects of the simple enchantment spell (knowing Zeg probably will shortly as well) and asks his questions to the halfling.

M-my name is Ween. Ween Sundapple. <sniff> We were just walking past, Rubin and me, when he suddenly got down on one knee. I kinda knew he was gonna propose (Ween smiles and wipes another tear), he'd been looking for the opportunity all evening. (She stops smiling) But for some reason, just as he did, I started laughing, just like your friend. Rubin got upset and ran off... into that tent. <sniff> The nice horsey told me to wait, and that a fairy was gonna go and find him for me. 

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Navi stares into the mirror. Was there just a glimpse of something for just a moment there? A sliver of blue sky or patch of green grass? Or was it her imagination? What a wonderful, beautiful, magical land it had seemed when she had seen the halfling and Sowpig standing in that sunny meadow. Maybe he really would be happy in Prismeer...

In any case, the good manners don't seem to be enough, and Navi is left alone with her booger-smeared reflection.

Wisdom Saving throw 10

Wisdom Saving throw 11

Wisdom Saving throw 12

Wisdom Saving throw 17

Wisdom Saving throw 13

Wisdom Saving throw 16

(The 20 is a pass. Zeg laughs uncontrollably for about 12 seconds altogether. How does an owlin laugh anyway?)

Zeg drags himself off of the ground, his gizzard hurting from the uncontrollable laughing.  Was it really laughing?  It was more like screeching to those that heard it. Not screeching screaming but screeching laughing.  Weird.

He shook his head a moment and ruffled a few feathers.   He wasn't sure what was being talked about catching the last few word.

"Fairy?  Who? Did who?   Hoo, hoo?"

Zeg shook his head again. "I have a headache.   What's going on? "

"A Fairy? Wait, did ya mean a flying little fella with blue hair? Ah hope that's it, cause she's our friend." Faelan looks at the tent briefly. "Whatabout ya wait here, and we go inside and look for yer friend and our friend?" He looks for Flynn. "Hey Flynn, ah think Navi went inta da Hall of Illusions! Let's go!!" He helps Zeg get on his claws. "Alright buddy, we gotta move."

Flynn nods to the horse then. "OK lead the way"

"Yeah, sounds good. " Zeg says as he goes along with the others.

(Apologies, I just realised Flynn never got a response from the horse, so I'll amend that first)

The mare watches Flynn approach with an intelligent sparkle in her eyes. As suspected, the elegant steed indeed replies in the Common tongue, after shaking her mane in delight at Flynn's generous greeting: Yes indeed, and a most pleasant and polite fairy she is. She entered this tent in search of that poor halfling's companion. Then when it becomes apparent that the group will follow after, the mare again replies to Flynn's invitation. Thank you, but the inside is no place for me. I shall remain here and watch over Ween Sundapple, awaiting Navi's return. Best wishes to you.

Helping Zeg to rise, and with Flynn following, Faelan leads the way into the Hall of Illusions...

Immediately upon entering, the threesome notices the noise from the outside crowds has been silenced. Indeed, there is almost no sound at all, apart from the rustle of the tent walls in the night breeze. The lack of sound augments the eerie sight that greets each person's eyes: a long row of tall mirrors, all facing the wall of the tent. The mirrors start at the tent door, blocking passage to the left, but extend out to the right, forming a one-way corridor that curves out of sight. 

The first mirror faces the three directly, and at first no image is apparent. But after looking for a few moments they discover three somewhat familiar faces down near the base of the image. Zeg, Faelan and Flynn are looking at a reflection of themselves, but they appear as a babies! Flynn's bald grinning head and chubby cheeks are visible, alongside an extra fluffy kitten-Faelan with a cute scruntched-up nose and droopy ears, and a tiny Zeg-ball of fuzzy downy feathers with two huge black eyes.

The next mirror is similar, but this time the group knows where to look... and as each person's eyes focus on the image, it seems to resolve gradually until they aren't sure if it changed before their eyes, or if it was there all along and they just couldn't see it. The image in the mirror is again a tiny version of themselves, but this time a teensy bit older. It soon becomes obvious that each mirror in the series displays a reflection of the viewers at a slightly later age or time of life...

Forgive my assumption of the appearance of Zeg/Flynn/Faelan as babies. I'll leave it to each of you to describe what they look like as they age further... 

"Ah don't know about ya'll fellas, but ah don't recon mahself in this mirror, but it sure looks like me when ah was a little bunny." Standing not far from the entrance, he looks beyond the hallway. "Ah wonder if our little Fairy friend saw the same things." The he snifs the air, and the ground to see if he can figure out if there has been any recent traffic.

Survival: 22

Zeg has recovered from the laughing now and starts to get serious.  "This is all fun and all but we have to find Navi.  Mr Witch and Mr Light will be here soon and we need to be together."

He stops looking at the mirrors and looks up the corridor and then suddenly yells "Navi!  Where are you!"

Zeg's owlish shout glides through the air in the same way that a brick doesn't. Indeed the way in which sounds fails to carry over any significant distance inside this tent must be a deliberate enchantment, to add to the heavy mystique of the place. Faelan sniffs the air, but doesn't detect any fairy-specific smells, nor can his sharp ears pick up any fairy-specific sounds. He turns his eyes to the ground to look for tracks, but in the split-second before he remembers that it is useless to track a flying creature so, he spots something else on the ground that gives away the passage of his fairy friend... traces of pixie dust! Apparently that's all you need to find a friend: Faith, trust, and a little pixie dust! There is only one passage from the tent door, and Faelan is confident that Navi passed along it.

Without any other course of action before them, the three companions make their way around the slowly-curving line of mirrors, which stretch on and on, forever facing the inner wall of the tent. The images within flash past, and although the group barely take time to glance, they do see themselves growing steadily older. The eerie sameness of the endless line of mirrors starts to weigh on the mind, and the group are just starting to wonder how they could still be following the outer wall of the tent after having certainly completed at least one full lap of the place, when they see the first break in the monotony since entering: Just up ahead, crouching head-bowed before one of the mirrors, is a forlorn-looking and tear-streaked Navi, clutching something in her delicate hands...

"Navi, what's wrong are you ok"

Not being the best with his words, he will let the capable Flynn comfort Navi. He looks at the mirror at first to check if the reflection matches their real self at this point, then he looks around to see if there is anyone else besides them.

Perception: 18

Zeg grimaces as his voice doesn't carry. He then trots off with the others as they make there way further into the tent.  Clearly some sort of enchantment is on the tent for it to be so large on the inside and yet seem smaller on the outside.

When they finally find Navi he rushes forward with Flynn and also looks in the mirror as Flynn checks on Navi.

Navi sniffles. Clutching an item in one hand, the other finishes doodling smearing an intricate picture stick figures of her ‘missing friends’ out of fluids on the mirror. Then just as she’s finishing drawing them, it was as if she summoned him. Watery eyes blink and look up to find Flynn checking on her. The little fairy reaches out to be picked up, even though she could still fly or walk, and proceeds to wipe her face and blow her nose in his shirt. One by one, her eyes fall over her friends, and a mopey little fairy starts to perk up. Her wings flutter, and a smile pulls to her face through puffy eyes as she sees them. “Sowpig lead the halfling through the mirror.” She sniffles. “He said something about regrets…” Big sad eyes followed by a pout as she opens her little palm to show the ring he left behind. 

Flynn gently picks up.the fairy and cups her in both hands.  Trying to see what she is holding