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.
"A Swamp Fairy's patience is not infinite; test it too long, and you'll find it's gone! But I believe the word that you are looking for is, 'few,'"Mimzy responded sweetly.
"Veritas!"each fay voice chimes in unison. "May fortune follow Her Majesty's servants, who pledge to spread mischief and chaos throughout the mortal realm. Toil, trouble, darkness and gloom, trickery and doom, these are the eternal tenets we live by!" After this strange salute is concluded, the pink quickling of the three you had seen initially approaches. His tiny figure is dwarfed by Kaelroc's and even outsized by Mimzy's, but carries an air of importance. His cold, dark eyes betray only confidence. As he speaks, his voice flutters like a hummingbird's wings.
"Welcome. Tell us, big and smaller friends, did any others accompany you here to Maripan?"
Mimzy nodded, "Of course there are others in my party but I'm the only Fey. The others thus are inconsequential but they do have their uses I suppose. The big brute you see here and three others... but you know how Goblins, Kobolds, and Humans are! They are like herding Grinning Cats. I'm not sure exactly where they have gotten off to but I easily call them forth," the Fairy said in an exasperated voice.
Mender would put away the rod and slowly step forward with his hands up and empty. "Hello everyone, sorry for taking so long to catch up Mimzy... I apologize for falling behind" The kobold would say looking up to the fluttering fairy. "My inferior kobold legs are no match for your powerful fey wings..." He would pause and then look from the fairy down towards the quicklings and offer a respectful nod... "Or your incrediblely fast fey feet."
The kobold would then bow towards the quickling, removing his leather hat and holding it in his hands. "Sorry for intruding on your home uninvited. Your village... your clothes... everything about you is amazing! Do you mind if I take some notes on you and your kind in my book?" The kobold would ask.. trying to be as respectful as possible... recognizing how close they came to having to fight the small fey creatures.
Mimzy gazed at the Kobold and rolled her eyes, "Indeed, we're fully cognizant of the limitations of your pathetic Kobold physiology. However, let's not forget our roles here; we are guests. I expect you to accord our hosts the respect they are due." With a dismissive wave of her hand, as if swatting away an insignificant insect, the Fairy turns her attention to her Quickling host. "That creature you see scurrying away is Mender, my scribe. A peculiar being, but useful. He chronicles my various obligations and endeavors for the Unseelie Court. As you may well know, the Arch-fey are not to be trifled with so we'll be sure the record will present both you and your people in the best possible light. In the meanwhile, Mender, it seems, requires certain... resources for his work. I trust your people will ensure his needs are adequately met?"
The quickling smiles knowingly, glancing up with a curious expression at Mender. "By all means, kobold - so long as you do refrain from writing anything profane. We shall not risk the Gloaming Court's reputation being soiled, is that clear?"
He then turns back to face Mimzy. "My name is Jiblin, and this is my brother Gaelon. Over there is Ariyeh and her spouse Byron...", those indicated nod,"Toreyeh, Oliyeh, Damon, Piven, Carmyen..." The list goes on and on, and you start to notice an etymologic pattern - the females names tend to end with the suffix 'yeh' while the male names end with 'n'. The gathering's mood seems to have relaxed a hair, and several of the small creatures begin to withdraw into their tree-trunk dwellings once again.
"What is your name, goblin? And you, mountain-born, whom our spawn seem to be most enthused about - what do they call you?"
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I am Kaelroc "Steadyhand" Ferunsud. He smiles and glances towards where the children wandered off with the pastries. He reaches into his bag for some sausage and throws a small piece into the air and attempts to catch it with his mouth.
Mender would bow to Mimzy and take a few steps backwards "Yes, sorry, Thank you Mimzy" Mender would reply before pulling out his book and quill. the kobold starts by recording the names of the various quicklings, noting which ones are in charge and their relations to one another. He would then describe the appearances of their clothes, weapons, and their village in as much detail as possible. He is sure to use as many big and fancy adjectives as possible in order to depict then in a positive light.
After he is done taking his notes, he would look towards one of the younger Quicklings and smile. "Hello there... Would you like to go for a ride?He would ask as he moved his fingers across his book of shadow, creating a blue water-like mage hand. "You can and your friends can sit on top of this hand and it can carry you up into the sky." He would say with a grin. "Does that sound like fun?"
Kaelroc watching Mender - looks at the young Quicklings from earlier. If not fly around on the magic hand - Do you want more food? Perhaps play a game?
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***Once the mage hand ride is over and all the kids love me and they make me king of the quicklings***
After the mage hand returns to the ground and any of the riders hop off, Mender would very slowly approach one of the quicklings with authority. "Hello... Sorry to bother you. The great Mimzy's tasked me with identifying a cursed object that may have corrupted her mother in some way. I was hoping that perhaps you could provide me with a pearl that I may use to identify the properties of the mirror for her. It would be of great help to myself and to Mimzy. The kobold would say with a deep bow, once again removing his hat and holding it in his hands tightly. "We are also looking for something called a spirit pool? Do you know where it is located or if there are more than one of them? We believe that something has taken up residence in the pool and it may be corrupting our beloved swamp."Mender would bow even farther... to the point where the tip of his snout is nearly touching his knees as he waits for a response.
Mugwort, Kaelroc... The quickling known as Jiblin nods to each of you. "It is not customary for us to tolerate the earthfoot races so readily, but... as you seem to be assets to Queen of Air and Darkness, you may dwell in this clearing for as long as you need to"he sneers, proceeding to retrieve his sword from the ground, wipe the dirt off and sheathe the weapon, all in the blink of an eye. He then mutters without turning to look at you, "Only your association with 'The' Mimzy saves your skin here, goblin. You would do well to remember that."
Mender...
The quicklings react to your compliments with a casual indifference, as though your doing so is more a social convention than one man praising his equal. Whether to feel insulted or amused by this you are unsure. Regardless, your offer is met with hesitation - you do see the glimmer of excitement and intrigue in the children's eyes, but also a reluctance to accept your joyride without adult approval. Coaxing them on, the air is soon filled with high-pitched squeals of delight, which does receive mixed expressions from the elder quicklings but ultimately goes unchallenged. Perhaps these people are not sure what to make of such an odd-looking outsider.
Gaelon is nearby and tilts his ear to your question. It is an amusing sight as, even in your groveling, prostrate state, you still stand several inches taller than he. Listening closely as you speak, he begins to look more and more interested. Check your private messages.
One of the younglings, a green-toned female, approaches you with her hands clasped behind her back. "Game!" she says enthusiastically. "What kind of game? Hunting game? Fighting game?"
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Mimzy decides to generally wander about the village and do a little sightseeing not looking for anything in particular but definitely won't pass up getting an ale in a tavern if the village has one otherwise she'll just get a lay of the land as it were. Give the boys space to do their own thing.
One of the younglings, a green-toned female, approaches you with her hands clasped behind her back. "Game!" she says enthusiastically. "What kind of game? Hunting game? Fighting game?"
Well little one. How about you decide. I admit my size will not allow me to move at such speeds of your people - but I make up for it in unimaginable strength - What do you wish to play?
Mugwort sighs as he watches Kaelroc initiate play with the younger quicklings and Mimzy flitting off (as she typically does). Mender was negotiating something with one of the elder gnats... and Fon... looked forlorn. Getting up, Mugwort wandered over to Fon and spoke softly to him, "I am tired of 'just waiting'. How about you and I take the broom up and eyeball the local countryside?"
So saying, Mugwort produced the broom and lay it on the ground as he and Fon straddled the broom handle. Once in position, Mugwort intoned the magical phrase, "Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo" and the broom levitated upward until both were 'snug' on the handle. "Hang on, Fon! I promised you a bit of flying. Let's go see what the world looks like from a high flying, Mimzy point of view." Slowly, they floated upward; gaining velocity and altitude as they dodged tree limbs and vines until they broke out into the sunshine.
Making a lazy spiral above the village, Mugwort and Fon will enjoy the sun, the fresh air (no bog stink!) and take in the landscape.
The child's eyes widen - it is as though she has never been asked this question before. Glancing from side to side, she cups her hands over her mouth to direct a whisper at you. "Gamble! Dice!"These words being spoken by one of such a tender age catches you off guard! Do you carry dice?
~~
Mimzy...
Pleased with your little deceptive maneuver, you decide to explore Maripan further. Fluttering along the boardwalk's path you enter a tight-knit cluster of rotting trees, treestumps and large fungi, each with one or more tiny doors set into it at varying levels. As you glance around, roll a perception check (no DC - the better you roll, the more you see).
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Mugwort...
Fon seems to perk up at the mention of flying - it is no secret how bitterly kenkus resent having been robbed of their birthright. As the two of you ascend out of the clearing, he caws delightedly. The sky is clear, bright and boundless way up here, and you note how vibrantly the Eastern sun burns when it is not choked by oppressive mist and fog. It does not take you long to become more comfortable handling the broom (nor, inversely, it with a goblin for a master) and soon you are able to spin and circle with ease. "Mugwort.... I must tell you something important."
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Mugwort scratches his head, "They gave the answer in the question? >> add two more and fewer I'll be " ???
"A Swamp Fairy's patience is not infinite; test it too long, and you'll find it's gone! But I believe the word that you are looking for is, 'few,'" Mimzy responded sweetly.
"Veritas!" each fay voice chimes in unison. "May fortune follow Her Majesty's servants, who pledge to spread mischief and chaos throughout the mortal realm. Toil, trouble, darkness and gloom, trickery and doom, these are the eternal tenets we live by!"
After this strange salute is concluded, the pink quickling of the three you had seen initially approaches. His tiny figure is dwarfed by Kaelroc's and even outsized by Mimzy's, but carries an air of importance. His cold, dark eyes betray only confidence. As he speaks, his voice flutters like a hummingbird's wings.
"Welcome. Tell us, big and smaller friends, did any others accompany you here to Maripan?"
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Mimzy nodded, "Of course there are others in my party but I'm the only Fey. The others thus are inconsequential but they do have their uses I suppose. The big brute you see here and three others... but you know how Goblins, Kobolds, and Humans are! They are like herding Grinning Cats. I'm not sure exactly where they have gotten off to but I easily call them forth," the Fairy said in an exasperated voice.
Mender would put away the rod and slowly step forward with his hands up and empty. "Hello everyone, sorry for taking so long to catch up Mimzy... I apologize for falling behind" The kobold would say looking up to the fluttering fairy. "My inferior kobold legs are no match for your powerful fey wings..." He would pause and then look from the fairy down towards the quicklings and offer a respectful nod... "Or your incrediblely fast fey feet."
The kobold would then bow towards the quickling, removing his leather hat and holding it in his hands. "Sorry for intruding on your home uninvited. Your village... your clothes... everything about you is amazing! Do you mind if I take some notes on you and your kind in my book?" The kobold would ask.. trying to be as respectful as possible... recognizing how close they came to having to fight the small fey creatures.
Mimzy gazed at the Kobold and rolled her eyes, "Indeed, we're fully cognizant of the limitations of your pathetic Kobold physiology. However, let's not forget our roles here; we are guests. I expect you to accord our hosts the respect they are due." With a dismissive wave of her hand, as if swatting away an insignificant insect, the Fairy turns her attention to her Quickling host. "That creature you see scurrying away is Mender, my scribe. A peculiar being, but useful. He chronicles my various obligations and endeavors for the Unseelie Court. As you may well know, the Arch-fey are not to be trifled with so we'll be sure the record will present both you and your people in the best possible light. In the meanwhile, Mender, it seems, requires certain... resources for his work. I trust your people will ensure his needs are adequately met?"
The quickling smiles knowingly, glancing up with a curious expression at Mender. "By all means, kobold - so long as you do refrain from writing anything profane. We shall not risk the Gloaming Court's reputation being soiled, is that clear?"
He then turns back to face Mimzy. "My name is Jiblin, and this is my brother Gaelon. Over there is Ariyeh and her spouse Byron...", those indicated nod, "Toreyeh, Oliyeh, Damon, Piven, Carmyen..."
The list goes on and on, and you start to notice an etymologic pattern - the females names tend to end with the suffix 'yeh' while the male names end with 'n'. The gathering's mood seems to have relaxed a hair, and several of the small creatures begin to withdraw into their tree-trunk dwellings once again.
"What is your name, goblin? And you, mountain-born, whom our spawn seem to be most enthused about - what do they call you?"
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I am Kaelroc "Steadyhand" Ferunsud. He smiles and glances towards where the children wandered off with the pastries. He reaches into his bag for some sausage and throws a small piece into the air and attempts to catch it with his mouth.
Mender would bow to Mimzy and take a few steps backwards "Yes, sorry, Thank you Mimzy" Mender would reply before pulling out his book and quill. the kobold starts by recording the names of the various quicklings, noting which ones are in charge and their relations to one another. He would then describe the appearances of their clothes, weapons, and their village in as much detail as possible. He is sure to use as many big and fancy adjectives as possible in order to depict then in a positive light.
After he is done taking his notes, he would look towards one of the younger Quicklings and smile. "Hello there... Would you like to go for a ride? He would ask as he moved his fingers across his book of shadow, creating a blue water-like mage hand. "You can and your friends can sit on top of this hand and it can carry you up into the sky." He would say with a grin. "Does that sound like fun?"
Kaelroc watching Mender - looks at the young Quicklings from earlier. If not fly around on the magic hand - Do you want more food? Perhaps play a game?
Mugwort steps and kneels. "Mugwort, goblin of the swamp. A member of the retinue of THE Mimzy." He dips his head in her direction.
***Once the mage hand ride is over and all the kids love me and they make me king of the quicklings***
After the mage hand returns to the ground and any of the riders hop off, Mender would very slowly approach one of the quicklings with authority. "Hello... Sorry to bother you. The great Mimzy's tasked me with identifying a cursed object that may have corrupted her mother in some way. I was hoping that perhaps you could provide me with a pearl that I may use to identify the properties of the mirror for her. It would be of great help to myself and to Mimzy. The kobold would say with a deep bow, once again removing his hat and holding it in his hands tightly. "We are also looking for something called a spirit pool? Do you know where it is located or if there are more than one of them? We believe that something has taken up residence in the pool and it may be corrupting our beloved swamp." Mender would bow even farther... to the point where the tip of his snout is nearly touching his knees as he waits for a response.
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Mugwort, Kaelroc...
The quickling known as Jiblin nods to each of you. "It is not customary for us to tolerate the earthfoot races so readily, but... as you seem to be assets to Queen of Air and Darkness, you may dwell in this clearing for as long as you need to" he sneers, proceeding to retrieve his sword from the ground, wipe the dirt off and sheathe the weapon, all in the blink of an eye. He then mutters without turning to look at you, "Only your association with 'The' Mimzy saves your skin here, goblin. You would do well to remember that."
Mender...
The quicklings react to your compliments with a casual indifference, as though your doing so is more a social convention than one man praising his equal. Whether to feel insulted or amused by this you are unsure. Regardless, your offer is met with hesitation - you do see the glimmer of excitement and intrigue in the children's eyes, but also a reluctance to accept your joyride without adult approval. Coaxing them on, the air is soon filled with high-pitched squeals of delight, which does receive mixed expressions from the elder quicklings but ultimately goes unchallenged. Perhaps these people are not sure what to make of such an odd-looking outsider.
Gaelon is nearby and tilts his ear to your question. It is an amusing sight as, even in your groveling, prostrate state, you still stand several inches taller than he. Listening closely as you speak, he begins to look more and more interested. Check your private messages.
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Kaelroc...
One of the younglings, a green-toned female, approaches you with her hands clasped behind her back. "Game!" she says enthusiastically. "What kind of game? Hunting game? Fighting game?"
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Mimzy decides to generally wander about the village and do a little sightseeing not looking for anything in particular but definitely won't pass up getting an ale in a tavern if the village has one otherwise she'll just get a lay of the land as it were. Give the boys space to do their own thing.
Mugwort knows when it is 'safe-est' to just stay in one spot. He lowers into a comfortable squat and waits... trying to get a feel for the area.
Mender begins to wonder off, being lead away by Gaelon...
Well little one. How about you decide. I admit my size will not allow me to move at such speeds of your people - but I make up for it in unimaginable strength - What do you wish to play?
Mugwort sighs as he watches Kaelroc initiate play with the younger quicklings and Mimzy flitting off (as she typically does). Mender was negotiating something with one of the elder gnats... and Fon... looked forlorn. Getting up, Mugwort wandered over to Fon and spoke softly to him, "I am tired of 'just waiting'. How about you and I take the broom up and eyeball the local countryside?"
So saying, Mugwort produced the broom and lay it on the ground as he and Fon straddled the broom handle. Once in position, Mugwort intoned the magical phrase, "Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo" and the broom levitated upward until both were 'snug' on the handle. "Hang on, Fon! I promised you a bit of flying. Let's go see what the world looks like from a high flying, Mimzy point of view." Slowly, they floated upward; gaining velocity and altitude as they dodged tree limbs and vines until they broke out into the sunshine.
Making a lazy spiral above the village, Mugwort and Fon will enjoy the sun, the fresh air (no bog stink!) and take in the landscape.
Kaelroc...
The child's eyes widen - it is as though she has never been asked this question before. Glancing from side to side, she cups her hands over her mouth to direct a whisper at you. "Gamble! Dice!" These words being spoken by one of such a tender age catches you off guard! Do you carry dice?
~~
Mimzy...
Pleased with your little deceptive maneuver, you decide to explore Maripan further. Fluttering along the boardwalk's path you enter a tight-knit cluster of rotting trees, treestumps and large fungi, each with one or more tiny doors set into it at varying levels. As you glance around, roll a perception check (no DC - the better you roll, the more you see).
~~
Mugwort...
Fon seems to perk up at the mention of flying - it is no secret how bitterly kenkus resent having been robbed of their birthright. As the two of you ascend out of the clearing, he caws delightedly. The sky is clear, bright and boundless way up here, and you note how vibrantly the Eastern sun burns when it is not choked by oppressive mist and fog. It does not take you long to become more comfortable handling the broom (nor, inversely, it with a goblin for a master) and soon you are able to spin and circle with ease.
"Mugwort.... I must tell you something important."
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