Mender would wince when Kaelroc speaks.... slightly shaking his head as he continues his ritual. Seeing the look on the creatures faces, he would slowly close the book and pull out his strange curved rod. Prepared to launch a surprise attack from his hidden position.
The airborne Mimzy gazes down hearing the exchange between the Quicklings and her companions, and responds to the one who seems to be doing most of the talking, "Moriquendi toron, lá ná lyë nwalma ná i tári heruva i nórenya coa erinqua? Ananta i Moriquendi nossëo ná i coarya. Ma quetë, ná lyë ista i nánië nániëa i Vilya ar Morniëo Tári nan hiruva i Morniëo Tári Lóte ar tulta ta coarya nó i Moriquendi Lóte. Ná, ná lyë avatyarë i nórenya ar nánië, ar nánië ná lyë ista manen i Tári o i Lóteo Coa nauva heruva lyë ar i nossëo."
Caught off guard by Mimzy's message, the creatures exchange a glance.
The nix quickling with skin of dark green lays his sword down and cups his hands behind his ears - a common gesture of parley amongst the smaller fey peoples. "Please accept our humblest apologies... this news had not reached the people of Maripan" he trumpets in common tongue. All three then kneel and in doing so, their ever-hazy outlines become still for a moment. Their attire is quite beautiful, including little matching coats of velvet lined with leather. Their hair is long and silvery, continuously thrashing in an 'S' motion like the tail of a fish. Their armor and swords are tiny yet ornate, gilded with golden patterns. Their brilliantly-pigmented features are framed by hard, cruel brows and high cheekbones. It is rare to see creatures so... majestically otherworldly.
The first one looks at Mimzy, then Kaelroc. "If we may continue with a simple Besmarta, as is customary, you shall be free to go on your way..."
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Mender stays hidden with his rod pointed towards the group of tiny creatures. He would let out a small sogh of relief after Mimzy manages to calm the situation... but he remains prepared to fight if need be. He whispers a few words under his breath as he prepares to cast hold person on two of the creatures of they try to attack Kaelroc or Mimzy.
Mugwort side whispers to Fon and Kaelroc, "Mimzy taught me some basic sylvan tongue but this stuff has me stumped. I hope she didn't just declare herself a queen or something."
He slowly bends down and gathers a few small stones he can feel under his foot.
From the cover of a fallen tree, Mender prepares to inflict paralysis on potential aggressors... the impending magic causes a subtle mist to gather around him.
~~
Simultaneously, Mugwort warily bends down to retrieve a few small stones. This action wins him a suspicious glance from the pink-toned quickling.
~~
One by one, doors set into the roots of trees far and wide begin to creak open. Inquisitive, brightly-colored faces peek out, and more and more nix quicklings zip to the edge of the clearing to see about the commotion. Seven ...eight... nine... ten, eleven, twelve of the spiteful little creatures now circle Kaelroc, movement a blur, voices shrill and mischievous. Two younger-looking ones - blue and red - find particular interest in the goliath's garments, which they tug on while chuckling. Thirteen... fourteen... fifteen. Several of them tilt their heads skyward to Mimzy, scrutinizing her with beady black eyes.
The quickling who had first spoken introduces himself as Gaelon, and asks who would prefer to answer his riddle.
The fey creature known as Gaelon smiles a wicked smile. "It is decided, dear cousin..." On cue, the quicklings surrounding Mimzy and Kaelroc begin to chime an eerie drone as they frolic. Almost immediately, a strange wind begins to whisk through the clearing, kicking up leaves and stones. It seems to intensify as the humming grows louder. Gaelon recites his part in common:
"In order to pass through this place, you must convince us of your fealty to the Queen. So riddle us this...
'One need only turn to find me, but walk towards me forever and I will always be a step ahead. If you turn away from that which is right, I am all that is left. Every night, I eat the light. What am I?'"
Mugwort looks to Mimzy as she zooms down to take up the challenge. 'Thank the gods for that flighty fairy. Riddles and puzzles give me a headache,' he thought as he listened to those phrases.
The Fairy smirked and replied in her honey sweet voice, "Ah, Gaelon you pose a riddle most intriguing, a puzzle worthy of the Queen of Air and Darkness herself! The answer is the Moon, that celestial orb that dances in the night sky."As Mimzy speaks, she carefully keeps an eye on Gaelon very much aware how tricky riddles can be with many having more than one answering depending on who is doing the asking.
Noting a slight hesitation, Mimzy decides to elaborate on her response and seeks to explain her reasoning, "One need only turn to find her, for she's ever present, yet ever elusive. Walk towards her for an eternity, and she'll remain just a step ahead, a tantalizing enigma. Ah, but here's the twist! If you turn away from what is right, from the path of light and goodness, then the Moon is all that's left, a fitting companion for those who dwell in the Gloaming Court. And let's not forget her nightly feast! Every eve, she devours the light of her fiery brother, the Sun, only to shine it back upon us in softer hues."
The Fairy pauses thinking it might be wise to throw in a nod to the Queen herself adds, "The Moon is often associated with the mystical and magical, qualities that align closely with the archfey queen who rules over the Unseelie Court. The Moon's phases also mirror the dual nature of our grand Queen, who embodies both beauty and terror. Moreover, the Moon's nightly 'feast' on the light of the Sun could be seen as a poetic representation of the Queen's dominion over darkness and her rivalry with forces of light."
"So, there you have it! My fealty to the Queen is as steadfast as the Moon in her nightly sojourn! Now shall we move to other pressing business?"
Mender's eyes go wide as more and more quicklings appear.. Seeing the number of creatures, he would wave off his current spell and instead start preparing something bigger
After listening to Mimzy's answer... He has hoped she was right but he wasn't sure.
While the heat of focus is on his fairy friend, Kaelroc bends down to offer some slightly wilted pastries to the younglings who have taken an interest. At first hesitant, the red-colored one fully extends his arms to claim a baklava - for while the goliath can comfortably hold three or four in his meaty mitt, each is almost as tall as a quickling - and stumbles off with it, giggling.
~~
The ghostly wind is whipping quite furiously now. As Gaelon listens to Mimzy's response, his smile fades slightly.
"An intriguing take, to be sure - but not the one we are looking for! Though it is true that feet alone will never reach the celestial throne and that the moon by night does stay, it shyly hides its face by day! An apt simile though it might have been, Besmartas never pay homage to our Queen.
If you had not already guessed, the answer sought for was'The West'. Walk until your feet turn blue - 'twill forever be just West of you! And all that is 'right' is to the East, it is to the 'left' the West does feast on the setting sun, every eve! Our little riddle has deceived...
But time apart from the Unseely blinds even the sharpest faerie minds. I still believe you speak the truth, so once more be a shrewd-wit sleuth: 'I am a word of letters three, add two more and fewer I'll be. What am I?'" You sense a growing impatience amongst your quickling hosts.
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Initiative: 21
OOC: I rolled initiative in the other chat
Mender would wince when Kaelroc speaks.... slightly shaking his head as he continues his ritual. Seeing the look on the creatures faces, he would slowly close the book and pull out his strange curved rod. Prepared to launch a surprise attack from his hidden position.
The airborne Mimzy gazes down hearing the exchange between the Quicklings and her companions, and responds to the one who seems to be doing most of the talking, "Moriquendi toron, lá ná lyë nwalma ná i tári heruva i nórenya coa erinqua? Ananta i Moriquendi nossëo ná i coarya. Ma quetë, ná lyë ista i nánië nániëa i Vilya ar Morniëo Tári nan hiruva i Morniëo Tári Lóte ar tulta ta coarya nó i Moriquendi Lóte. Ná, ná lyë avatyarë i nórenya ar nánië, ar nánië ná lyë ista manen i Tári o i Lóteo Coa nauva heruva lyë ar i nossëo."
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Mimzy...
With tensions high, you call down to diffuse the situation - as the masterfully-concocted bluff in Sylvan escapes your lips, roll a deception check.
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Mimzy Deception: 25
Caught off guard by Mimzy's message, the creatures exchange a glance.
The nix quickling with skin of dark green lays his sword down and cups his hands behind his ears - a common gesture of parley amongst the smaller fey peoples. "Please accept our humblest apologies... this news had not reached the people of Maripan" he trumpets in common tongue. All three then kneel and in doing so, their ever-hazy outlines become still for a moment. Their attire is quite beautiful, including little matching coats of velvet lined with leather. Their hair is long and silvery, continuously thrashing in an 'S' motion like the tail of a fish. Their armor and swords are tiny yet ornate, gilded with golden patterns. Their brilliantly-pigmented features are framed by hard, cruel brows and high cheekbones. It is rare to see creatures so... majestically otherworldly.
The first one looks at Mimzy, then Kaelroc. "If we may continue with a simple Besmarta, as is customary, you shall be free to go on your way..."
Hi there! I'm a Christian musician based in Canada :)
Besmarta? Yea I could eat.
History check: 2
Mimzy History: 3
Mender stays hidden with his rod pointed towards the group of tiny creatures. He would let out a small sogh of relief after Mimzy manages to calm the situation... but he remains prepared to fight if need be. He whispers a few words under his breath as he prepares to cast hold person on two of the creatures of they try to attack Kaelroc or Mimzy.
Mugwort -> Religion = 11
Mugwort side whispers to Fon and Kaelroc, "Mimzy taught me some basic sylvan tongue but this stuff has me stumped. I hope she didn't just declare herself a queen or something."
He slowly bends down and gathers a few small stones he can feel under his foot.
From the cover of a fallen tree, Mender prepares to inflict paralysis on potential aggressors... the impending magic causes a subtle mist to gather around him.
~~
Simultaneously, Mugwort warily bends down to retrieve a few small stones. This action wins him a suspicious glance from the pink-toned quickling.
~~
One by one, doors set into the roots of trees far and wide begin to creak open. Inquisitive, brightly-colored faces peek out, and more and more nix quicklings zip to the edge of the clearing to see about the commotion. Seven ...eight... nine... ten, eleven, twelve of the spiteful little creatures now circle Kaelroc, movement a blur, voices shrill and mischievous. Two younger-looking ones - blue and red - find particular interest in the goliath's garments, which they tug on while chuckling. Thirteen... fourteen... fifteen. Several of them tilt their heads skyward to Mimzy, scrutinizing her with beady black eyes.
The quickling who had first spoken introduces himself as Gaelon, and asks who would prefer to answer his riddle.
Hi there! I'm a Christian musician based in Canada :)
Mimzy quickly volunteers to answer Gaelon's riddle and drifts downward to land down beside him.
The fey creature known as Gaelon smiles a wicked smile. "It is decided, dear cousin..."
On cue, the quicklings surrounding Mimzy and Kaelroc begin to chime an eerie drone as they frolic. Almost immediately, a strange wind begins to whisk through the clearing, kicking up leaves and stones. It seems to intensify as the humming grows louder. Gaelon recites his part in common:
"In order to pass through this place, you must convince us of your fealty to the Queen. So riddle us this...
'One need only turn to find me, but walk towards me forever and I will always be a step ahead. If you turn away from that which is right, I am all that is left. Every night, I eat the light.
What am I?'"
Hi there! I'm a Christian musician based in Canada :)
Mugwort looks to Mimzy as she zooms down to take up the challenge. 'Thank the gods for that flighty fairy. Riddles and puzzles give me a headache,' he thought as he listened to those phrases.
The Fairy smirked and replied in her honey sweet voice, "Ah, Gaelon you pose a riddle most intriguing, a puzzle worthy of the Queen of Air and Darkness herself! The answer is the Moon, that celestial orb that dances in the night sky." As Mimzy speaks, she carefully keeps an eye on Gaelon very much aware how tricky riddles can be with many having more than one answering depending on who is doing the asking.
Noting a slight hesitation, Mimzy decides to elaborate on her response and seeks to explain her reasoning, "One need only turn to find her, for she's ever present, yet ever elusive. Walk towards her for an eternity, and she'll remain just a step ahead, a tantalizing enigma. Ah, but here's the twist! If you turn away from what is right, from the path of light and goodness, then the Moon is all that's left, a fitting companion for those who dwell in the Gloaming Court. And let's not forget her nightly feast! Every eve, she devours the light of her fiery brother, the Sun, only to shine it back upon us in softer hues."
The Fairy pauses thinking it might be wise to throw in a nod to the Queen herself adds, "The Moon is often associated with the mystical and magical, qualities that align closely with the archfey queen who rules over the Unseelie Court. The Moon's phases also mirror the dual nature of our grand Queen, who embodies both beauty and terror. Moreover, the Moon's nightly 'feast' on the light of the Sun could be seen as a poetic representation of the Queen's dominion over darkness and her rivalry with forces of light."
"So, there you have it! My fealty to the Queen is as steadfast as the Moon in her nightly sojourn! Now shall we move to other pressing business?"
Mender's eyes go wide as more and more quicklings appear.. Seeing the number of creatures, he would wave off his current spell and instead start preparing something bigger
After listening to Mimzy's answer... He has hoped she was right but he wasn't sure.
Kaelroc pulls out some pastries and bends way down and offers some.
While the heat of focus is on his fairy friend, Kaelroc bends down to offer some slightly wilted pastries to the younglings who have taken an interest. At first hesitant, the red-colored one fully extends his arms to claim a baklava - for while the goliath can comfortably hold three or four in his meaty mitt, each is almost as tall as a quickling - and stumbles off with it, giggling.
~~
The ghostly wind is whipping quite furiously now. As Gaelon listens to Mimzy's response, his smile fades slightly.
"An intriguing take, to be sure - but not the one we are looking for!
Though it is true that feet alone
will never reach the celestial throne
and that the moon by night does stay,
it shyly hides its face by day!
An apt simile though it might have been, Besmartas never pay homage to our Queen.
If you had not already guessed,
the answer sought for was'The West'.
Walk until your feet turn blue -
'twill forever be just West of you!
And all that is 'right' is to the East,
it is to the 'left' the West does feast
on the setting sun, every eve! Our little riddle has deceived...
But time apart from the Unseely blinds even the sharpest faerie minds.
I still believe you speak the truth, so once more be a shrewd-wit sleuth:
'I am a word of letters three, add two more and fewer I'll be.
What am I?'"
You sense a growing impatience amongst your quickling hosts.
Hi there! I'm a Christian musician based in Canada :)