"Ehh... Sure ah'll try to be careful." Faelan takes the egg and puts into his backpack.

Survival: 17

"To tell ya the truth, ah hope we followin' the right direction." Says Faelan carefully trying to avoid any bubbles.

Survival 15 + 4 Guidance

Zeg rolls his eyes and then laughs as Navi zips around naming daddys and then trying to name the baby.  "Maybe you need to see it first and a name will come to you, something fitting." he says in response to the request for names.

As the fog gets thicker Zeg also remains close enough to the others to keep them in sight.  He doesn't want to lose his friends in this place, way to weird to try and go it alone. He gets more worrisome and quiet as the thick for and smell wash over him. "Like pea soup..." he grumbles.

 The curious fairy pops one of the bubbles, and the offensive gas goes up her nose. Get it out of my optusjmtttsssss..." she says, with the last word coming out as gibberish. Navi continues to chatter away to the party, detecting no change from her own perspective, but her words are nonsense to the rest of the party.

Babble Gas. Whenever the character speaks, their words come out as gibberish that only the character and others affected by the gas can understand. This effect does not impede the character’s ability to cast spells that have verbal components.

Meanwhile, Falean and Zeg manage to pick their way through the marsh without disturbing any of the bubbles. Flynn however is so focused on blocking his nose from the smell that he misses his footing and steps right into a large bubble. It pops with the sound of muffled laughter, and the gas gets up Flynn's nose too. Still holding his nose, Flynn feels the skin bubble and erupt underneath his fingers. In fact all over his body he feels the skin blister painlessly.

Warting Gas. Hideous warts erupt across the character’s body. The warts are unattractive but have no harmful effect.

Strangely though, Flynn finds he can once again make sense of Navi's chatter.

(Navi didn't intend to pass off the egg to Faelen, she was fine with it having it strapped to herself for her body heat to keep it warm. She just meant/suggested that he physically beat up any threats that may come to it lol)

Entirely unaware that no one else can understand her, Navi never skipped a beat. "Sugar daddy's a wise daddy too!" She chimes. "I like that idea." The fairy flutters, and chatters. Glancing over at one point she'd have to take a double take. She'd blink. "Hot daddy's not looking so hot."

(Medicine: 9 to see if she knows how to help 'fix' him if he wants it to go away.)

(Ops. Never mind about Faelan carrying the egg. He doesn’t want anything to do with it anyway.)

Faelan is concentrating on finding a path without bursting a bubble. Meanwhile he’s trying to listen to Navi chatting away, with one of his Harengon’s ear to the fairy. Then she starts to talk gibberish. “Ehhh… Come again?” He tries to use hand signal to signal he doesn’t understand what she’s saying.

As Faelan turns around to track Navi, he notices Flynn’s state. “Ohhh boy. You ok there doc? Ya ain’t looking’ too good.”

"Nkk I ddokn fealdfv doos wldd"  (Navi hears "no I'm not going so well)  as he grudges along.

"Oh man, we gotta get out of this swamp!" Zeg exclaims.  "Those bubbles are doing something awful weird to our friends." Zeg waves the others forward and he seeks to follow the directions given to reach Telemy Hill 

Navi continues to chatter and babble nonsense to Flynn, poking and prodding at him, asking if it hurt or if she fixed anything. “How ‘bout now? What about this? Does this hurt? Are you sure? How about here?”. Meanwhile it’s all gibberish to Faelen and Zeg. She flutters along after the others while she ‘diagnoses’ Flynn’s ailment.

Navi pokes and prods Flynn extensively, but can't determine any way to treat the malady. Her only conclusion is that it is not entirely natural, and the cause must be at least partly magical. With Zeg leading the way and Faelan helping the others avoid further incident as they progress through the bubbly muck. They don't travel very far though, before another development develops. More bubbles form from the mud, though these are simply brown/grey and not iridescent. They also bubble furiously rather than slowly, as six small vaguely-humanoid winged figures rise from the murky bubbles, seemingly made from the mud itself...

The elemental creatures surround the group, black and brown mud dripping from their long noses and fingers as they converse with each other in a language that none can comprehend.

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They do not appear particularly friendly...

"Ohhh boy. These natives are definitely restless. Anyone understands what those things are sayin'?" Faelan readies both his scimitar in case a fight comes their way.

Zeg shakes his head as he looks to Mercion in the cage.  "Do you understand them?  This might be a fight we can't avoid. Any idea what these creatures are?" he asks Mercion  

“I speak fairy, not mud.” The little fairy tilts her head. “Maybe they’re hungry just like the stilt people!” Then she blooms a blossom in her palm and holds it out.

Hmmph. Mephits! Mercion replies with a dismissive tone. Para-elementals, and only dangerous in great numbers. The faerie dragon no sooner speaks these words than six more figures bubble up out of the mud. Three of the original six flap their wings and fly awkwardly toward Navi, staring at the flower she holds forth as though transfixed in wonder... but then suddenly break the deception as they snap their eyes up and cackle with wicked laughter. Small blobs of mud begins to splatter from the mephits' mouths onto the fairy as they laugh, and it seems the mud splattering will only get more intense...

Roll for Initiative!

"Rude." The little fairy blinks as she's spattered in mud. "I didn't ask for mud patties!" Navi's brows knit. "Go blow your poopy raspberries elsewhere!" She pbbbts sticking out her tongue at them.

Initiative: 13

Initiative: 8

(How high are the Mephits up in the air?)

The mephits are barely flying above ground level. They can be considered to be on the same plane as the party. There are three mephits within melee range of Navi. All other party members can consider themselves within 15 feet of three other mephits each. The entire combat fits within a 50' space.

If your initiative roll is above 19,  you may declare your action.

Stull muttering nonsense Flynn draws his rapier

Initiative: 8

(Sorry for the delay)

Feeling a bunch of mouldy smelling dirt tickle her nose, Navi sneezes, sending a mist of spittle to sprinkle over the battlefield. “Bless you!” She chimes.

Action

(You can do it that even if there is no darkness to dispel, and just do for the damage.)