Mugwort slows the broom so the two riders are hovering high above the swamp; drenched in fresh air and sunshine. Twisting as best he can, Mugwort smiles at Fon, "This is about as private as private can be. What is on your mind?"
Fon's avian eyes betray a flicker of remorse. "I... I am sorry" he croaks, gaze panning out across the horizon. "To be truthful, just travelling with you folk is putting you all in danger's way. This is because... Give it back, you thief! You cannot run forever!" His voice takes on a new edge though you are unsure who is being mimicked. "They will hunt you to the edge of the world. You must flee from here. My friends at the monastery... all dead. I was a foolish bird. I must ...I must leave to figure things out on my own." His figure is slumped over on the broom, the kenku having even forgotten his newfound joy of flying.
Mimzy...
With a perception of 3, you are a little too distracted by everything which has just occurred to notice much - what if the quicklings demand to inspect your mother's mirror? What if they begin to see through your lie? All the possibilities are whirring around in your little fairy head, making you dizzy. As the rows upon rows of quickling abodes come to an end, you see a great courtyard gated with the intertwining branches of living trees. From its nucleus grows an oak so tall that it perforates several layers of fog and extends beyond sight. It is guarded by eight pairs of quickling soldiers - one pair at each entrance - who hold elongated wooden spears and seem to notice every twig that snaps. You also see that the marshy rivulet which winds with the boardwalk sources from a slowly-dripping cascade about half way down, before vanishing through a grotto mouth into the ground.
Kaelroc...
The little girl gives a puzzled expression and shakes her head. Suddenly, her eyes light up. "Climb tree?" she squeaks enthusiastically, pointing to a blackened tamarack nearby. Its thinner trunk may be a gamble with your immense weight.
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Mugwort takes in all the words; each in a different voice and tone. "You told us before your monastery was attacked and everyone killed. Why? What was at the monastery that drove an enemy to do that?"
"Give it back, you thief! You cannot run forever!Was something stolen? Or... ," Mugwort stops a moment before continuing, "... or, did YOU take something? To keep it safe? To keep it from those that killed everyone at the monastery?" He sighs, "We are all 'in danger' no matter if we walk alone or in a company. This is something we should probably talk about with Mender, Mimzy, and Kaelroc -- so they are aware of what may come our way in the future."
"Let us enjoy the breezes and sunshine for a moment more before we bring the sobering news to our friends."
You decide to perch up in the canopy for now. As you settle into the nook of a branch, you are granted a different perspective of the marsh... roll another perception check (DC 10).
~~
Kaelroc...
The girl nods, and the two of you leap into the tamarack's branches. With an athletics of 15, you hoist yourself upwards with ease. Looking about you to gauge your progress, however, you see that the quickling is already far ahead of you - she zips between branches with swift leaps, leaving a trail of ethereal dust and giggles in her wake. About three-quarters of the way up, she stops to look down at you and tilts her head in confusion."Why is slow? Sooo slooow..."she groans, miming your comparatively lethargic movements."I am the best climber in the world."
~~
Mugwort...
Fon sighs. "I stole. I ran away. Bad people..." he whispers, and using his talons he parts the black feathers on his chest. There you see a glittering jewel - perhaps sapphire, but it is hard to tell - set into the kenku's very flesh."Foolish"he concludes, hanging his head.
"Please put me down here... I go alone." As the current master of the broom, it is your choice. Do you choose to drop Fon off here or insist he remain so that the two of you may both talk to the others?
When I reach the top. I congratulate her on her clear win. You are the best climber, clearly. Faster than an arrow and the crack of a whip. Kaelroc reaches into his bag and offers her the freshest and finest sausage from Griselda's gift. Well done. I have lost fair, please take it as a token for your victory.
Kaelroc climbs down from the tree despite being defeated, proud to have competed. He strolls over to Mender. They are quick. Maybe that spirit pool can give me speed like them? What do you think? Where is Mimzy, Fon and Mug?
Mugwort stares at the gem among Fon's feathers. "My feathered friend, we all act as we think is best in the moment. Some times, those actions come back to bite us on the ahhhh... anyway, let's go down and speak with our companions. Perhaps they might disagree, however, I am not willing to drop you in the middle of the swamp without a fare thee well or extra rations!"
So saying, Mugwort asks the broom to take them back down to the quicklings swamp village.
Kaelroc climbs down from the tree despite being defeated, proud to have competed. He strolls over to Mender. They are quick. Maybe that spirit pool can give me speed like them? What do you think? Where is Mimzy, Fon and Mug?
ooc: I don't think you are able to see Mender. I followed a quickling off out of sight. I am sure you can go looking for me though if you want but the DM may have you do some rolls or something. Otherwise, if I am told that you find me and walk up to say HI I would love to reply back lol
Fon looks as though he is about to speak but decides against it, instead nodding gratefully. The two of you descend back through layers and layers of fog and land in Maripan.
~~
Kaelroc...
The quickling girl grins at you, clearly pleased with herself. "Yes, I win! I win!" she trumpets, wrapping her titchy arms around the sausage before scurrying away as fast as her legs will carry her.
~~
All...
At around this time, Gaelon re-emereges from the undergrowth - at his heels is Mender. Mimzy still rests in the canopy. With the sun rising higher in the sky, what do you choose to do?
Mugwort and Fon descend and land gently at the outskirts of the quickling village area; practically on the spot they lifted from. Looking about they see Kaelroc adjusting his pack and Mender accompanied by Gaelon heading their way. Mugwort looks about for any sign of Mimzy.
as Me ser returns to the Kaelroc, he smiles as the hulking man plays with the tiny creatures. "I don't think the spirit pools work like that friend... but you might be able to fond someone on the other side that could grant you that kind of speed... theynare powerful gateways." The kobold would reply before giving him a pat on the leg.
After talking to her mother Mimzy flies down to rejoin the group after finding out about Mugwort plans to fly Fon back to the tavern the Fairy asks him to give a little time. That she wants to go with them just to keep the Goblin out of trouble and she also needs to get a 'net' from home that she forgot. Mimzy will look for Mender and tell him she hadn't expected for Griselda to come home but she did and is all upset about the mirror so the Fairy explains long story short she needs to drop the mirror off back home or there will be hell to play. Further explaining the mirror does right or wrong belong to her mother and she shouldn't have taken it without asking.
Kaelroc asks the older quicklings. Do you mind if I camp near your city. I will give enough space to not hurt anything in your town. It appears my friends must run some quick errands. They should be quick, no more then a night at longest.
"When did you talk with the great and powerful Griselda... if you dont mind me asking oh most magnificent Mimzy?" Mender would ask Mimzy as he pulls the mirror from his bag. after ensuringthat it remaned wrappednup he would hand it to the fairy. "You two be safe if you and Mugwort are going together..." The kobold say to Mimzy and Mugwort with a look of concern.
He would then move to Fon and give him a pat on the shoulder. "If I manage to save my tribes island... You're more than welcome to live there..."
Mender would adjust his hat and move towards the hulking goliath. Once close he would pull on one of his large sausage-like fingers and motion for him to bend over. Once his head was closer to his, he would quietly whisper to his large friend. "If Mimzy leaves... I think we need to put a little distance between us and these quicklings. We are not Fey and although they tolerate us with her around... I don't think they will once she leaves... We don't need to go far... but far enough to give them plenty of space if you know what I mean.."
Mimzy gave Mender a surprised look, "what do you mean when did I talk to Griselda? When I was up the tree, of course. Silly Kobold, don't your people whisper through the trees, what do you think they're there for, the shade? Oh, you did you say you live on an island, perhaps your people use sea shells. That's one way of doing it, I guess."The Fairy giggled. Mimzy used her Mage Hand to return the hand mirror back into her Bag of Holding to secure it there once again. "We'll drop Fon off at the inn, and then swing by Griselda's hut to drop off mirror on our way back to you. We'll meet you either at the ruins or somewhere along the way. Fon should be just fine at the inn, no sense pushing it luck at Griselda's"
"Actually, our trees provide fruit, shade, and building materials... but that's about it." He would reply as he scratched his head in confusion. "We would sometimes use shells to communicate... but it was mainly by blowing through them like horns to alert each other of danger..." Mender would add while shaking his head. After shooting Mimzy a grin, he would look to Mugwort. Good luck again, I'll try to get a big fire going so we are easy to find.. and I promise not to burn down the swamp" he would say with a toothy smile.
Mugwort slows the broom so the two riders are hovering high above the swamp; drenched in fresh air and sunshine. Twisting as best he can, Mugwort smiles at Fon, "This is about as private as private can be. What is on your mind?"
Little one, I'm afraid I do not carry dice with me. Do you have some?
Mugwort...
Fon's avian eyes betray a flicker of remorse. "I... I am sorry" he croaks, gaze panning out across the horizon. "To be truthful, just travelling with you folk is putting you all in danger's way. This is because...
Give it back, you thief! You cannot run forever!"
His voice takes on a new edge though you are unsure who is being mimicked.
"They will hunt you to the edge of the world. You must flee from here.
My friends at the monastery... all dead. I was a foolish bird. I must ...I must leave to figure things out on my own." His figure is slumped over on the broom, the kenku having even forgotten his newfound joy of flying.
Mimzy...
With a perception of 3, you are a little too distracted by everything which has just occurred to notice much - what if the quicklings demand to inspect your mother's mirror? What if they begin to see through your lie? All the possibilities are whirring around in your little fairy head, making you dizzy.
As the rows upon rows of quickling abodes come to an end, you see a great courtyard gated with the intertwining branches of living trees. From its nucleus grows an oak so tall that it perforates several layers of fog and extends beyond sight. It is guarded by eight pairs of quickling soldiers - one pair at each entrance - who hold elongated wooden spears and seem to notice every twig that snaps. You also see that the marshy rivulet which winds with the boardwalk sources from a slowly-dripping cascade about half way down, before vanishing through a grotto mouth into the ground.
Kaelroc...
The little girl gives a puzzled expression and shakes her head. Suddenly, her eyes light up. "Climb tree?" she squeaks enthusiastically, pointing to a blackened tamarack nearby. Its thinner trunk may be a gamble with your immense weight.
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Mimzy decides to just go sit in the high branches of a tree until the rest of the group is ready to to continue the journey...
[ Passive wisdom / Insight = 13 ] [ Intelligence Roll = 14 ]
Mugwort takes in all the words; each in a different voice and tone. "You told us before your monastery was attacked and everyone killed. Why? What was at the monastery that drove an enemy to do that?"
"Give it back, you thief! You cannot run forever! Was something stolen? Or... , " Mugwort stops a moment before continuing, "... or, did YOU take something? To keep it safe? To keep it from those that killed everyone at the monastery?" He sighs, "We are all 'in danger' no matter if we walk alone or in a company. This is something we should probably talk about with Mender, Mimzy, and Kaelroc -- so they are aware of what may come our way in the future."
"Let us enjoy the breezes and sunshine for a moment more before we bring the sobering news to our friends."
Kaelroc agrees to the tree climb. I am a bit big, that tree might not hold me. Be careful if you are below me. He starts the 'race'.
(not certain which one you needed)
Athletics = 15
Acrobatics = 11
Mimzy...
You decide to perch up in the canopy for now. As you settle into the nook of a branch, you are granted a different perspective of the marsh... roll another perception check (DC 10).
~~
Kaelroc...
The girl nods, and the two of you leap into the tamarack's branches. With an athletics of 15, you hoist yourself upwards with ease. Looking about you to gauge your progress, however, you see that the quickling is already far ahead of you - she zips between branches with swift leaps, leaving a trail of ethereal dust and giggles in her wake. About three-quarters of the way up, she stops to look down at you and tilts her head in confusion. "Why is slow? Sooo slooow..." she groans, miming your comparatively lethargic movements. "I am the best climber in the world."
~~
Mugwort...
Fon sighs. "I stole. I ran away. Bad people..." he whispers, and using his talons he parts the black feathers on his chest. There you see a glittering jewel - perhaps sapphire, but it is hard to tell - set into the kenku's very flesh. "Foolish" he concludes, hanging his head.
"Please put me down here... I go alone."
As the current master of the broom, it is your choice. Do you choose to drop Fon off here or insist he remain so that the two of you may both talk to the others?
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When I reach the top. I congratulate her on her clear win. You are the best climber, clearly. Faster than an arrow and the crack of a whip. Kaelroc reaches into his bag and offers her the freshest and finest sausage from Griselda's gift. Well done. I have lost fair, please take it as a token for your victory.
Kaelroc climbs down from the tree despite being defeated, proud to have competed. He strolls over to Mender. They are quick. Maybe that spirit pool can give me speed like them? What do you think? Where is Mimzy, Fon and Mug?
Mugwort stares at the gem among Fon's feathers. "My feathered friend, we all act as we think is best in the moment. Some times, those actions come back to bite us on the ahhhh... anyway, let's go down and speak with our companions. Perhaps they might disagree, however, I am not willing to drop you in the middle of the swamp without a fare thee well or extra rations!"
So saying, Mugwort asks the broom to take them back down to the quicklings swamp village.
ooc: I don't think you are able to see Mender. I followed a quickling off out of sight. I am sure you can go looking for me though if you want but the DM may have you do some rolls or something. Otherwise, if I am told that you find me and walk up to say HI I would love to reply back lol
Mugwort...
Fon looks as though he is about to speak but decides against it, instead nodding gratefully. The two of you descend back through layers and layers of fog and land in Maripan.
~~
Kaelroc...
The quickling girl grins at you, clearly pleased with herself. "Yes, I win! I win!" she trumpets, wrapping her titchy arms around the sausage before scurrying away as fast as her legs will carry her.
~~
All...
At around this time, Gaelon re-emereges from the undergrowth - at his heels is Mender. Mimzy still rests in the canopy. With the sun rising higher in the sky, what do you choose to do?
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Kaelroc is packed up. Sits down. Looking at the group to determine if everyone is pleased and gathered what they wanted from the small ankle-bitters.
To those around him.
Do we need anything else here? We do not want to overextend or welcome.
Mugwort and Fon descend and land gently at the outskirts of the quickling village area; practically on the spot they lifted from. Looking about they see Kaelroc adjusting his pack and Mender accompanied by Gaelon heading their way. Mugwort looks about for any sign of Mimzy.
as Me ser returns to the Kaelroc, he smiles as the hulking man plays with the tiny creatures. "I don't think the spirit pools work like that friend... but you might be able to fond someone on the other side that could grant you that kind of speed... theynare powerful gateways." The kobold would reply before giving him a pat on the leg.
After talking to her mother Mimzy flies down to rejoin the group after finding out about Mugwort plans to fly Fon back to the tavern the Fairy asks him to give a little time. That she wants to go with them just to keep the Goblin out of trouble and she also needs to get a 'net' from home that she forgot. Mimzy will look for Mender and tell him she hadn't expected for Griselda to come home but she did and is all upset about the mirror so the Fairy explains long story short she needs to drop the mirror off back home or there will be hell to play. Further explaining the mirror does right or wrong belong to her mother and she shouldn't have taken it without asking.
Kaelroc asks the older quicklings. Do you mind if I camp near your city. I will give enough space to not hurt anything in your town. It appears my friends must run some quick errands. They should be quick, no more then a night at longest.
"When did you talk with the great and powerful Griselda... if you dont mind me asking oh most magnificent Mimzy?" Mender would ask Mimzy as he pulls the mirror from his bag. after ensuringthat it remaned wrappednup he would hand it to the fairy. "You two be safe if you and Mugwort are going together..." The kobold say to Mimzy and Mugwort with a look of concern.
He would then move to Fon and give him a pat on the shoulder. "If I manage to save my tribes island... You're more than welcome to live there..."
Mender would adjust his hat and move towards the hulking goliath. Once close he would pull on one of his large sausage-like fingers and motion for him to bend over. Once his head was closer to his, he would quietly whisper to his large friend. "If Mimzy leaves... I think we need to put a little distance between us and these quicklings. We are not Fey and although they tolerate us with her around... I don't think they will once she leaves... We don't need to go far... but far enough to give them plenty of space if you know what I mean.."
Mimzy gave Mender a surprised look, "what do you mean when did I talk to Griselda? When I was up the tree, of course. Silly Kobold, don't your people whisper through the trees, what do you think they're there for, the shade? Oh, you did you say you live on an island, perhaps your people use sea shells. That's one way of doing it, I guess." The Fairy giggled. Mimzy used her Mage Hand to return the hand mirror back into her Bag of Holding to secure it there once again. "We'll drop Fon off at the inn, and then swing by Griselda's hut to drop off mirror on our way back to you. We'll meet you either at the ruins or somewhere along the way. Fon should be just fine at the inn, no sense pushing it luck at Griselda's"
"Actually, our trees provide fruit, shade, and building materials... but that's about it." He would reply as he scratched his head in confusion. "We would sometimes use shells to communicate... but it was mainly by blowing through them like horns to alert each other of danger..." Mender would add while shaking his head. After shooting Mimzy a grin, he would look to Mugwort. Good luck again, I'll try to get a big fire going so we are easy to find.. and I promise not to burn down the swamp" he would say with a toothy smile.
Mimzy gives the Kobold a mock look of disgust, "eww, you blow on them!" She giggled, "to each their own I guess."