“In theory I understand how a more powerful wizard might use any planar travel spell to quickly get back to Faerun. However, I am not yet sufficiently puissant to manage such a feat.”
Old Oak, his lost sword Wayfinder, the Hunter, and our mysterious coded book may make sense to someone in this land.
I do think we should be cautious sharing that we have the tuning fork. That seems like the sort of thing this Unseelie Court might take an interest in, if we started sharing too much of about it.
Yaleg hands you a small custard from one of the many drawers on his cart. “Please enjoy,” he says with a sly smile. Or, just a smile. Like Bronk, it is a little weird and disconcerting when a goblin smiles.
Old Oak, his lost sword Wayfinder, the Hunter, and our mysterious coded book may make sense to someone in this land.
I do think we should be cautious sharing that we have the tuning fork. That seems like the sort of thing this Unseelie Court might take an interest in, if we started sharing too much of about it.
Handing Yaleg a gold
I think would like to try purple custard, please.
Chadwick turns to Trolkarl so his back is to the goblin and dragon. "That is why I was keeping it vague." And even softer "I think there is more to the dragon than first appears."
Titania is the Queen of the Faeries, also known as the Queen of Air and Light. She rules the Feywild and all servants of nature pay her homage. Her rule is absolute and at times capricious. Always remaining in her good graces is the best strategy. She rules from her palace called the Seelie Court that moves about in the Feywild depending upon the season.
As a mirror image, there is the Unseelie Court. This is ruled by the Queen of Darkness. The Unseelie court represents the evil side of the faerie world.
Yaleg responds to Starker, "No. I am a humble pie merchant. I am hoping to arrive There soon, to make it for the Faire and sell my pies. Perhaps you and your company would enjoy another of my creations?"
The faerie dragon responds to Gneuman's attention gleefully. It continues to warble along with his song as he plays until Yaleg mentions his pies. It then flitters over to the top of his cart and gazes longingly at the cloud berry pie sitting out.
"I am very intrigued by this, "Queen of the Faeries" and this realm." "Perhaps, as a Gnome and monk, this is my nature."
"Unless you all wish to leave, I would like to continue here."
Yaleg looks around to see if anyone else is interested in one of his pies....
"Perhaps you sir?," he says to Starker. "A fine goose pie for you and a sweet cream for your monkey?" Turning to Gneuman, "I don't know a gnome that would pass up the duck and peas pie. And," he shoos the faerie dragon again, "your new friend clearly would like a cloud berry pie." The faerie dragon initially hisses at the goblin and then turns to Gneuman at the mention of a pie and grins larger while nodding its head.
Trolkarl thinks this will make a fine story to share back home at sometime. Only a few days ago, a fine dwarven feast, and now a goblin-made pie in the Feywild. If Yaleg can bake half as well as Bronk can fight....
Does anyone else care for a pie, my treat?
Trolkarl sets another couple of coins on the cart. And takes a bite of the purple custard.
Trolkarl thinks this will make a fine story to share back home at sometime. Only a few days ago, a fine dwarven feast, and now a goblin-made pie in the Feywild. If Yaleg can bake half as well as Bronk can fight....
Does anyone else care for a pie, my treat?
Trolkarl sets another couple of coins on the cart. And takes a bite of the purple custard.
“I am abstaining from pie for the moment, having filled up on glitter. However, my companion Cyrus Magnus, a veritable cloud giant among spider monkeys, would love some small, wafer thin, sliver of cloud berry pie. ‘
Yaleg retrieves cloud berry pies for Cyrrus and the faerie dragon and a duck and peas pie for Gneuman. “Are you certain, mage? Glitter is hardly filling,” Yaleg adds.
Cyrrus begins eating the pie with delight. The sweet, syrupy filling all over his face. The faerie dragon delicately picks up the pie in his mouth. With a flourish he flips it up and chomps on it mid-air. Crumbs fall out of the side of his grinning face. He alights upon Gneuman’s shoulder warbling happily.
Starker, in response to Gneuman, “I agree. Who knows what we will learn. Perhaps the local Queen can tell me how to cause the mutual annhilation of celestials and demons to power Faerun’s needs forever!” Starker’s eyes glow with a fanaticism that makes some who see it think he might need a few moments in a dark quiet room.
Starker, in response to Gneuman, “I agree. Who knows what we will learn. Perhaps the local Queen can tell me how to cause the mutual annhilation of celestials and demons to power Faerun’s needs forever!” Starker’s eyes glow with a fanaticism that makes some who see it think he might need a few moments in a dark quiet room.
Gneuman stares blankly at Starker for a longer than comfortable amount of time.
"Orrrrrrrr......we could learn about these wonderful people and creatures." "Imagine what they could teach us? What tales that they may tell?"
The faerie dragon responds to Gneuman's question by bobbing its grinning head up and down and taking flight. It circles about you in a flitting about way and heads off in the direction of There.
Yaleg packs up his cart and bids you farewell. He hands a warm goose pie wrapped in a small cloth to Starker. "Best of luck to you on your journeys. Whereever they may take you," and he turns and leads his pig-pulled cart off in the direction of Here.
The faerie dragon responds to Gneuman's question by bobbing its grinning head up and down and taking flight. It circles about you in a flitting about way and heads off in the direction of There.
Yaleg packs up his cart and bids you farewell. He hands a warm goose pie wrapped in a small cloth to Starker. "Best of luck to you on your journeys. Whereever they may take you," and he turns and leads his pig-pulled cart off in the direction of Here.
The road to There soon exits the trees of the forest to display and area of plains where tall grasses are growing. The road is more of a cart path through this. Off in the distance you can see mountains. Sitting on the peak of one of the lower mountains is a dark square tower. Looking at this gives you the chills. A herd of great beasts that look like bovines with huge curved horns is see well off of the path. They look familiar and you realize that these are the heads mounted on the wall in the longhouse main room. They seem to be peacefully grazing until a dragon descends out of the clouds. It looks like a green one with shiny emerald scales and its neck crest fully raised from the base of its skull to its tail. The herd is spooked and begins running, towards you. The dragon is swooping down behind them and grabs on of the beasts. It then wings mightily up to lift the bovine off of the ground and turns to fly off in the direction you are traveling. The herd shortly comes to a stop a few hundred yards away from you in the grasses and returns to its grazing.
Any of the planar travel spells would work. All higher level than your current abilities.
“In theory I understand how a more powerful wizard might use any planar travel spell to quickly get back to Faerun. However, I am not yet sufficiently puissant to manage such a feat.”
Responding to Chadwick
Old Oak, his lost sword Wayfinder, the Hunter, and our mysterious coded book may make sense to someone in this land.
I do think we should be cautious sharing that we have the tuning fork. That seems like the sort of thing this Unseelie Court might take an interest in, if we started sharing too much of about it.
Handing Yaleg a gold
I think would like to try purple custard, please.
Yaleg hands you a small custard from one of the many drawers on his cart. “Please enjoy,” he says with a sly smile. Or, just a smile. Like Bronk, it is a little weird and disconcerting when a goblin smiles.
Chadwick turns to Trolkarl so his back is to the goblin and dragon. "That is why I was keeping it vague." And even softer "I think there is more to the dragon than first appears."
"I am very intrigued by this, "Queen of the Faeries" and this realm." "Perhaps, as a Gnome and monk, this is my nature."
"Unless you all wish to leave, I would like to continue here."
Yaleg looks around to see if anyone else is interested in one of his pies....
"Perhaps you sir?," he says to Starker. "A fine goose pie for you and a sweet cream for your monkey?" Turning to Gneuman, "I don't know a gnome that would pass up the duck and peas pie. And," he shoos the faerie dragon again, "your new friend clearly would like a cloud berry pie." The faerie dragon initially hisses at the goblin and then turns to Gneuman at the mention of a pie and grins larger while nodding its head.
Trolkarl thinks this will make a fine story to share back home at sometime. Only a few days ago, a fine dwarven feast, and now a goblin-made pie in the Feywild. If Yaleg can bake half as well as Bronk can fight....
Does anyone else care for a pie, my treat?
Trolkarl sets another couple of coins on the cart. And takes a bite of the purple custard.
"I'll have some pie, thanks!"
“I am abstaining from pie for the moment, having filled up on glitter. However, my companion Cyrus Magnus, a veritable cloud giant among spider monkeys, would love some small, wafer thin, sliver of cloud berry pie. ‘
Yaleg retrieves cloud berry pies for Cyrrus and the faerie dragon and a duck and peas pie for Gneuman. “Are you certain, mage? Glitter is hardly filling,” Yaleg adds.
Cyrrus begins eating the pie with delight. The sweet, syrupy filling all over his face. The faerie dragon delicately picks up the pie in his mouth. With a flourish he flips it up and chomps on it mid-air. Crumbs fall out of the side of his grinning face. He alights upon Gneuman’s shoulder warbling happily.
Starker, unwilling to be Wonka’d on the spot, will say “perhaps I will take one for later. Whichever you suggest, kind sir.”
Gneuman: "It appears that everyone that wants a pie now has one." "Shall we have a further look around this incredible place?"
"After all, it isn't every day that one gets to journey to a different plane." Gneuman looks to exchange glances with his comrades.
He then turns to the dragon, "Would you care to be our guide, my friend?" "Or accompany us at any rate?"
Starker, in response to Gneuman, “I agree. Who knows what we will learn. Perhaps the local Queen can tell me how to cause the mutual annhilation of celestials and demons to power Faerun’s needs forever!” Starker’s eyes glow with a fanaticism that makes some who see it think he might need a few moments in a dark quiet room.
Gneuman stares blankly at Starker for a longer than comfortable amount of time.
"Orrrrrrrr......we could learn about these wonderful people and creatures." "Imagine what they could teach us? What tales that they may tell?"
“That, too. Allons-y!! Shall we continue to head towards “Here”?”
The faerie dragon responds to Gneuman's question by bobbing its grinning head up and down and taking flight. It circles about you in a flitting about way and heads off in the direction of There.
Yaleg packs up his cart and bids you farewell. He hands a warm goose pie wrapped in a small cloth to Starker. "Best of luck to you on your journeys. Whereever they may take you," and he turns and leads his pig-pulled cart off in the direction of Here.
Let's follow the tiny dragon.
“Outstanding!”
The road to There soon exits the trees of the forest to display and area of plains where tall grasses are growing. The road is more of a cart path through this. Off in the distance you can see mountains. Sitting on the peak of one of the lower mountains is a dark square tower. Looking at this gives you the chills. A herd of great beasts that look like bovines with huge curved horns is see well off of the path. They look familiar and you realize that these are the heads mounted on the wall in the longhouse main room. They seem to be peacefully grazing until a dragon descends out of the clouds. It looks like a green one with shiny emerald scales and its neck crest fully raised from the base of its skull to its tail. The herd is spooked and begins running, towards you. The dragon is swooping down behind them and grabs on of the beasts. It then wings mightily up to lift the bovine off of the ground and turns to fly off in the direction you are traveling. The herd shortly comes to a stop a few hundred yards away from you in the grasses and returns to its grazing.