Mugwort gives a stout arm shake to Mender and whispers to him, "Stay safe and try to watch over Kaelroc so he doesn't get bewitched by some Fae."
Then, walking over to Kaelroc, he would gesture for the goliath to bend down so he could whisper, "Stay safe and try to watch over Mender so he doesn't get too distracted by .... Everything!"
Walking over to Fon and Mimzy, he will lay the broom on the ground and intone the activating phrase "Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo." The broom slowly rises until Fon and Mugwort are firmly 'seated' on the haft. With a jaunty wave, the threesome float upward into the tree canopy and higher; soon becoming a speck in the sky. One last full circle 'view' of the area and the three jet off toward the Inn at the Edge of the East.
Mender would bow towards the quicklings and thiank them for their hospitality. If they were to offer any items or gifts to help them in their quest to cleanse the swamp, he would happily accept them. He would then make his way out of the swamp with Kaelroc. "Let's go friend... we can take out time heading towards the ruins so that it is easy for Mimzy and Mugwort to find us back.."
Though flying as fast and straight as possible, it still takes time to travel hither and yon. Mugwort attempts to spy any odd 'things' on the ground but so far... nothing. Gradually he notices a song... from Fon? Mimzy?
I see shrubs of green Red mosses too I see through the gloom Below me and you And I think to myself What a wonderful world
I see skies of blue And clouds of white The bright open swamp The dark sacred blight And I think to myself What a wonderful world
Mugwort doesn't care ... the tune is right. For all the damp, bog, smells, and dangers, in this moment... in this time, the swamp is his wonderful world.
Only a handful of quicklings remain to watch you leave as the others have retired to their sleeping quarters - these fey creatures are called to mischief by moonlight, sleeping primarily during daytime hours. Their dark, beady eyes are trained on you as you vanish into the thicket.
The two groups split ways - Mender and Kaelroc forging ahead, albeit slowly, towards the ruins, and Mimzy and Mugwort escorting the crestfallen Fon back to Snibfi's tavern. It has been an eventful morning...
Unbeknownst to any of you, miles away, something of grave importance has just occurred - a turning point in the history of this land. Those who knew what to look for had spotted its signs days ago, but had doubted. In the periphery of the world, a shadow of the past has reemerged.
Mugwort gives a stout arm shake to Mender and whispers to him, "Stay safe and try to watch over Kaelroc so he doesn't get bewitched by some Fae."
Then, walking over to Kaelroc, he would gesture for the goliath to bend down so he could whisper, "Stay safe and try to watch over Mender so he doesn't get too distracted by .... Everything!"
Walking over to Fon and Mimzy, he will lay the broom on the ground and intone the activating phrase "Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo."
The broom slowly rises until Fon and Mugwort are firmly 'seated' on the haft. With a jaunty wave, the threesome float upward into the tree canopy and higher; soon becoming a speck in the sky. One last full circle 'view' of the area and the three jet off toward the Inn at the Edge of the East.
Mimzy flies up behind the broom grabbing hold to fly along with it to boost her speed to keep up so it pull her along.
Kaelroc, uncertain. Packs up his belongings and begins to follow Mender.
Mender would bow towards the quicklings and thiank them for their hospitality. If they were to offer any items or gifts to help them in their quest to cleanse the swamp, he would happily accept them. He would then make his way out of the swamp with Kaelroc. "Let's go friend... we can take out time heading towards the ruins so that it is easy for Mimzy and Mugwort to find us back.."
Though flying as fast and straight as possible, it still takes time to travel hither and yon. Mugwort attempts to spy any odd 'things' on the ground but so far... nothing. Gradually he notices a song... from Fon? Mimzy?
Mugwort doesn't care ... the tune is right. For all the damp, bog, smells, and dangers, in this moment... in this time, the swamp is his wonderful world.
Only a handful of quicklings remain to watch you leave as the others have retired to their sleeping quarters - these fey creatures are called to mischief by moonlight, sleeping primarily during daytime hours. Their dark, beady eyes are trained on you as you vanish into the thicket.
The two groups split ways - Mender and Kaelroc forging ahead, albeit slowly, towards the ruins, and Mimzy and Mugwort escorting the crestfallen Fon back to Snibfi's tavern. It has been an eventful morning...
Unbeknownst to any of you, miles away, something of grave importance has just occurred - a turning point in the history of this land. Those who knew what to look for had spotted its signs days ago, but had doubted. In the periphery of the world, a shadow of the past has reemerged.
Hi there! I'm a Christian musician based in Canada :)
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Hi there! I'm a Christian musician based in Canada :)