Mugwort freezes upon the stairs. 'This is... not normal,' he muses as he turns and manuevers to sit on the stool next to Mimzy once again.
After everything that has happened today, Mugwort felt it best to sit still and open himself up to the room, the hut, the Swamp. Griselda's non lethal reaction to being accused of eating a child's 'years'. Undead Hands. That undead face in the chasm. The dark shape in the waking dream. Mimzy blowing her top. Today was so far beyond everything that has gone before. And now, he may have lost his best companion and confidant. Bad swamp days stink.
Trying to stay 'present', he watches the others as they banter and joust with words and deeds.
Oh Fairy-ball!He glows. I was hungry, hunting and stumbled into a road. On this road was a circus in the middle of nowhere.There were so many oddities and treats. Beast and magic big and small. A dragon who did not breath fire, but bubbles! As I often have to keep my head tilted down to see all the things. I saw it... I stood at eye level with an Ogre who spoke in as plain Common as you and I!
Are you here for the show? the Ogre rumbled and I said yes.
I quickly sat in the back to not block the view of others. At this time I saw the smallest of things, a Fairy... ...just like Mimzy! The ogre went through the show - showing his feats of strength. Then he called for a volunteer and I was picked!
He handed me that club right there and Kaelroc points at the club propping his shield up. He said I am going to throw the fairy at you and you are going to hit it with the club. I refused to hurt the Fairy, but upon the Fairy insisting he would be fine and not be hurt, I agreed.
The ogre guided me to the other side of the stage. He tossed the fairy at lighting speed but I made contact.... BOOM! I heard the thunder roar. Then it happened, colors of everything you could imagine erupted in the tent, sparkles and streamers.Then at the other side, the unharmed fairy. He had erupted in pure flame shooting fireworks nonchalantly into the sky.
Mender would place a hand on Mugwort as he sat in his chair. He would whisper a few words in draconic as he cast guidance on his new friend. His warm clawed hand would gently pat the goblin on the shoulder as he attempted to comfort his new friend.
"Fairy Ball sounds neat." The kobold would say with a smile after listening to the goliaths story. "My brother and I used to play games together while fishing. when fishing with nets, one of us would pick a color or other characteristic and we would bet on who would bring up the most sea creature that matched the characteristic. When we were really feeling adventurous we would take our harpoon guns out on small rafts and go FISH WRANGLING!"
Oh Fairy-ball!He glows. I was hungry, hunting and stumbled into a road. On this road was a circus in the middle of nowhere.There were so many oddities and treats. Beast and magic big and small. A dragon who did not breath fire, but bubbles! As I often have to keep my head tilted down to see all the things. I saw it... I stood at eye level with an Ogre who spoke in as plain Common as you and I! Are you here for the show? the Ogre rumbled and I said yes. I quickly sat in the back to not block the view of others. At this time I saw the smallest of things, a Fairy... ...just like Mimzy! The ogre went through the show - showing his feats of strength. Then he called for a volunteer and I was picked! He handed me that club right there and Kaelroc points at the club propping his shield up. He said I am going to throw the fairy at you and you are going to hit it with the club. I refused to hurt the Fairy, but upon the Fairy insisting he would be fine and not be hurt, I agreed. The ogre guided me to the other side of the stage. He tossed the fairy at lighting speed but I made contact.... BOOM! I heard the thunder roar. Then it happened, colors of everything you could imagine erupted in the tent, sparkles and streamers.Then at the other side, the unharmed fairy. He had erupted in pure flame shooting fireworks nonchalantly into the sky.... Fairy-ball...
Ah, upon hearing Kaelroc's tale, a playfully malicious glint appeared in Mimzy's eyes, her wings fluttering with hues of magic and mischief. The tale had indeed ignited a spark of memory and whimsy within her heart. "Oh, Kaelroc, your tale of the ogre and the fairy stirs a memory of a similar whimsical tale from the heart of the marshlands itself,"Mimzy chimed her voice a tune of playful mischief. "It's a tradition among the swamp fairies, a grand game of skill, wit, and wisdom that binds the realms of the mystical and the mundane, albeit with a touch of the eccentric, much like the tale you so heartily shared."The wee Fairy went on to describe a game, notof Fairy-ball, but of Ogre-balls, a delightful yet risqué sport much adored by the swamp fairies and hags alike played in the very heart of the swamp under the soft glow of a blood moon. "A true fairy blood sport to say the least, however the main difficulty is not so much playing the game itself as a participant but rather collecting and scavenging the balls to be used. You see, for reasons difficult to fathom, it seems that the Ogres are none too keen to give up their balls,"she said, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.
Mender would simply cross his legs as Mikzy describes Ogre-balls. "I... think I will sit out on that game..." The kobold would mention as the scales on his face seemingly turn a little more green...
Mugwort speaks softly, "Once, when I ran an errand for Snibfi to Mermosapolis, I was walking along the cobbled streets and came upon a creature shuffling upturned bowls hiding a gold coin. He said, if someone could 'find' the coin after a series of moves; the coin was theirs to keep. Keeping an eye on the correct bowl seemed easy enough; though there were times when the player chose correctly, BUT there was no coin under the bowl. This confused me as I watched. Many played and more lost than won.
I finally tried it - twice. I won the first time. The creature asked to double the bet and try again. I agreed and he started shuffling the bowls. This time, when he asked me to identify the bowl, I told him I could not. He insisted I pick one and got rather heated about it. I flipped all three at once -- showing what I had learned watching earlier. Once the stakes got higher; the coins 'magically' disappeared (into their pocket) so it could never be found.
I learned another lesson that day. Never reveal a charlatan's secrets in front of a mob who have had their gold taken. I did not stay long in Mermosapolis that day."
Griselda reclines in her seat (which she has indecisively transmuted from a stool to an armchair to a rocking chair), engaging in the back-and-forth with a playful expression on her face. She occasionally chimes in - "Kaelroc, do not encourage Mimzy's beastly habits!" or "Well kobold, you are in the right place if fish-wrangling is your sport. Perhaps you would have preferred rock bass as tonight's dinner?" - but seems content to listen for the most part. Those of you who pay attention to the witch cannot help but notice her own acute attentiveness - she is almost unnaturally in tune with the spirit of the room. Perhaps you catch her glancing in someone's direction a fraction of a second before they part their lips to speak. Perhaps you notice that her presence alone is somewhat...magical... and entices the conversation down fascinating, meandering routes.
As Mugwort tells his tale, it looks as though Griselda is going to tut in response to his reported recklessness when out of the blue, she shoots the goblin a perplexed look. As their eyes meet for a second time this evening... Mugwort:
Check your private messages.
This intermingling carries on late into the evening as a convivial buzz settles over the room. Plenty of drink is summoned to the table, and any residual tension soon melts away into the candlelight's warm ambiance. As the moon rises high over your heads and peeks down through a crack in the roof, which of you is ready to retire and which of you is eager to remain awake?
Mender would sit and listen to the stories of his companions. Occasionally he would take notes in his book as he listened. "Do not play Orge-ball... do not play coin swap bowl game..." He would scribble down as the night continued. "Oh I love fishing. The only thing better than fishing is eating the fish once I'm done!" The kobold would reply to Griselda excitedly. "We used to hunt down some really really big fish back home... but I think I saw some really big fish stirring up muck in the marsh the first couple days I was wondering out there..." A small frown would spread across his face as he thought more about fishing... and also more about his brother. "I really hope my brother is doing alright back home." He would mumble before finishing whatever drink was provide and sliding away from the table. "I think I'm going to head to bed if you don't mind, I'll see you all in the morning." He would say with a forced smile before his body began to fade. The scales on his body and even the leather clothes he was wearing would shift and fade until all that remained of the kobold was a fine whisp of steam that slowly slithered into the ornate konch shell. In the spot where the Kobold sat just a second ago, the ornate conch shell Mender was wearing around his neck now sat alone.
Mugwort watched, owl eyed as Mender turned to mist and disappeared before everyone. "Did everyone see that?" He rubs his tired eyes; fighting closing his eyes.
Griselda watches the Mender's vapor disappear into the conch with amusement. "I'm a little tempted to shake that shell..." she mutters, stifling a yawn. She looks glassy eyed and just about ready to doze off. After a long lull of silence:
"Mimzy... I do love you, you know? Everything I do is for your own good, no matter how harsh it might seem."
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Mugwort lifts his head from the table, nearly napping but still hearing Griselda's chat with Mimzy. He smiles inside; knowing now, he had not destroyed the Mother - Daughter bond with his brashness.
Slowly sitting upright, he gathers himself and looks to Mother Griselda. "Kind Host, thank you for the food, drink and shelter. May your days be blessed by Nature."
Rising slowly, he trudges out of the room and veers to the pantry. Grabbing a sack from his carry bag, he takes several scoops of salt from the barrel. Walking back toward the sleeping areas, he notes Kaelrok still sorting, packing and unpacking items as he passes by. Finally, he reaches a secluded spot and begins his task. Holding the sack of salt before him, he presents it to the four corners of the World, muttering a pray of blessing, guidance and wish for protection from each Being of the 'corners'.
Next, Mugwort takes the salt and slowly pours a moderately large circle that almost fills the space; making certain it is thick enough and no breaks. Placing the sack back into his bag, he then reaches back in and pulls a pouch out. Inside is a mix of salt and iron filings. Again, asking the four compass points for their attention, protection, and wisdom, he slowly pours a much smaller circle about himself... just large enough for a healthy goblin to thrash about in his sleep and NOT touch the circle.
Satisfied with his doubled circles, he packs away his pouch and settles down to record his day in his journal followed by a moment of reflection on the Swamp. Then, it was time to try to rest before the next leg of this adventure.
Mimzy giggles as she hears her mother tell Kaelroc not to encourage her so-called beastly habits! "Mother!"She chided, "Unlike hags, fairies are honey-sweet and do not engage in beastly habits as you might imply. And I know that you love me Mother, had you not I would have been Haggish Stew a very long time ago. I believe you Mother, there is no need to concern yourself. Often I no doubt deserved a bit of harshness to tame my mischievous fairy spirit."The Fairy explained, wishing to perhaps alleviate her mother's concerns. Then later as the table talk continues Mimzy does take note of her mother's rather odd behaviors and makes use of her Eldritch Sight to cast Detect Magic at will wondering if perhaps there was something or someone in the room with them.
As Mimzy looks around she sees a new recently placed oversized chair with a Goliath haphazardly sprawled out.. realizing it was not the chair that caught her attention but the sound. What could only be mistaken as two beavers slapping their tails against a hollow log, competing to see who could be loudest. In - and - out, the snoring grows louder.
Mugwort... You enter the pantry. It is a small, dark room situated at the far end of the dining area, near the stairwell leading to the upper floor. You find an amphora filled with salt nestled between three very suspect-smelling baskets, fill up your sack and make your way back to the bedroom near the entrance, where you begin to craft a ritual circle. Once content, you settle down for the night. ~~ Mimzy... As everyone else has retired to bed, you continue to talk with your mother and Fon. As the time ticks on a steady shaft of moonlight slowly shifts across the dining room floor, and Griselda promises to provide you with her map and Broom of Flying in the morning. Channeling celestial energy to hone your senses, you cast detect magic. Please roll both a general intelligence check and a perception check. ~~ Kaelroc... Your mighty snoring shakes the very chair you sleep in - too much pastry always makes you drowsy. At a certain point, you feel a tickle in your forearms and groggily open an eye to see what it could be. As if by magic, a goose-feather cushion and scratchy woolen blanket appear to be nestled under your head and around your shoulders, respectively. You also notice your undergarments, socks and shirt folding themselves neatly on the floor beside you. As you once again nod off to the muffled hum of voices in the adjacent room, you note just how strange Griselda and her house really are. ~~ Fon... What are your plans come eventide?
The bedroom in question - near the entrance - only has one 'bed' and a fairy-sized hammock set up. However, there are blankets laid out on the floor to use... and Fon has certainly seen worse sleeping arrangements in his time. He sees Mugwort nestled within a ring of salt, already fast asleep.
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Sooner or later, each of you finds your way to the vestibule bedroom and succumbs to sleep. As the candles blink out one by one, you feel a deep sense of calm settle over the room - for some it is not an overly familiar sensation. The night passes, and although each of you are subject to very odd dreams (perhaps a side effect of the pastries...), nothing seemed to disturb your respite. Your bodies needed this after the tolls yesterday's adventures exacted, you can feel it.
With a new day at your disposal, troubles seem more handleable. Those of you who awaken early are coaxed out of bed by a delicious meaty aroma... Please describe your morning routine and anything else you wish to do before the sun fully rises.
Mugwort freezes upon the stairs. 'This is... not normal,' he muses as he turns and manuevers to sit on the stool next to Mimzy once again.
After everything that has happened today, Mugwort felt it best to sit still and open himself up to the room, the hut, the Swamp. Griselda's non lethal reaction to being accused of eating a child's 'years'. Undead Hands. That undead face in the chasm. The dark shape in the waking dream. Mimzy blowing her top. Today was so far beyond everything that has gone before. And now, he may have lost his best companion and confidant. Bad swamp days stink.
Trying to stay 'present', he watches the others as they banter and joust with words and deeds.
Oh Fairy-ball! He glows. I was hungry, hunting and stumbled into a road. On this road was a circus in the middle of nowhere. There were so many oddities and treats. Beast and magic big and small. A dragon who did not breath fire, but bubbles! As I often have to keep my head tilted down to see all the things. I saw it... I stood at eye level with an Ogre who spoke in as plain Common as you and I!
Are you here for the show? the Ogre rumbled and I said yes.
I quickly sat in the back to not block the view of others. At this time I saw the smallest of things, a Fairy... ...just like Mimzy! The ogre went through the show - showing his feats of strength. Then he called for a volunteer and I was picked!
He handed me that club right there and Kaelroc points at the club propping his shield up. He said I am going to throw the fairy at you and you are going to hit it with the club. I refused to hurt the Fairy, but upon the Fairy insisting he would be fine and not be hurt, I agreed.
The ogre guided me to the other side of the stage. He tossed the fairy at lighting speed but I made contact.... BOOM! I heard the thunder roar. Then it happened, colors of everything you could imagine erupted in the tent, sparkles and streamers.Then at the other side, the unharmed fairy. He had erupted in pure flame shooting fireworks nonchalantly into the sky.
... Fairy-ball...
Mender would place a hand on Mugwort as he sat in his chair. He would whisper a few words in draconic as he cast guidance on his new friend. His warm clawed hand would gently pat the goblin on the shoulder as he attempted to comfort his new friend.
"Fairy Ball sounds neat." The kobold would say with a smile after listening to the goliaths story. "My brother and I used to play games together while fishing. when fishing with nets, one of us would pick a color or other characteristic and we would bet on who would bring up the most sea creature that matched the characteristic. When we were really feeling adventurous we would take our harpoon guns out on small rafts and go FISH WRANGLING!"
Ah, upon hearing Kaelroc's tale, a playfully malicious glint appeared in Mimzy's eyes, her wings fluttering with hues of magic and mischief. The tale had indeed ignited a spark of memory and whimsy within her heart. "Oh, Kaelroc, your tale of the ogre and the fairy stirs a memory of a similar whimsical tale from the heart of the marshlands itself," Mimzy chimed her voice a tune of playful mischief. "It's a tradition among the swamp fairies, a grand game of skill, wit, and wisdom that binds the realms of the mystical and the mundane, albeit with a touch of the eccentric, much like the tale you so heartily shared." The wee Fairy went on to describe a game, not of Fairy-ball, but of Ogre-balls, a delightful yet risqué sport much adored by the swamp fairies and hags alike played in the very heart of the swamp under the soft glow of a blood moon. "A true fairy blood sport to say the least, however the main difficulty is not so much playing the game itself as a participant but rather collecting and scavenging the balls to be used. You see, for reasons difficult to fathom, it seems that the Ogres are none too keen to give up their balls," she said, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.
Fantastic! We will have to play if we run across some ogres!
Mender would simply cross his legs as Mikzy describes Ogre-balls. "I... think I will sit out on that game..." The kobold would mention as the scales on his face seemingly turn a little more green...
Mugwort speaks softly, "Once, when I ran an errand for Snibfi to Mermosapolis, I was walking along the cobbled streets and came upon a creature shuffling upturned bowls hiding a gold coin. He said, if someone could 'find' the coin after a series of moves; the coin was theirs to keep. Keeping an eye on the correct bowl seemed easy enough; though there were times when the player chose correctly, BUT there was no coin under the bowl. This confused me as I watched. Many played and more lost than won.
I finally tried it - twice. I won the first time. The creature asked to double the bet and try again. I agreed and he started shuffling the bowls. This time, when he asked me to identify the bowl, I told him I could not. He insisted I pick one and got rather heated about it. I flipped all three at once -- showing what I had learned watching earlier. Once the stakes got higher; the coins 'magically' disappeared (into their pocket) so it could never be found.
I learned another lesson that day. Never reveal a charlatan's secrets in front of a mob who have had their gold taken. I did not stay long in Mermosapolis that day."
Griselda reclines in her seat (which she has indecisively transmuted from a stool to an armchair to a rocking chair), engaging in the back-and-forth with a playful expression on her face. She occasionally chimes in - "Kaelroc, do not encourage Mimzy's beastly habits!" or "Well kobold, you are in the right place if fish-wrangling is your sport. Perhaps you would have preferred rock bass as tonight's dinner?" - but seems content to listen for the most part. Those of you who pay attention to the witch cannot help but notice her own acute attentiveness - she is almost unnaturally in tune with the spirit of the room. Perhaps you catch her glancing in someone's direction a fraction of a second before they part their lips to speak. Perhaps you notice that her presence alone is somewhat...magical... and entices the conversation down fascinating, meandering routes.
As Mugwort tells his tale, it looks as though Griselda is going to tut in response to his reported recklessness when out of the blue, she shoots the goblin a perplexed look. As their eyes meet for a second time this evening... Mugwort:
Check your private messages.
This intermingling carries on late into the evening as a convivial buzz settles over the room. Plenty of drink is summoned to the table, and any residual tension soon melts away into the candlelight's warm ambiance. As the moon rises high over your heads and peeks down through a crack in the roof, which of you is ready to retire and which of you is eager to remain awake?
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Kaelroc is enjoying himself to his limits, but ultimately succumbs to wanting a good night's rest before the next adventure.
Mender would sit and listen to the stories of his companions. Occasionally he would take notes in his book as he listened. "Do not play Orge-ball... do not play coin swap bowl game..." He would scribble down as the night continued. "Oh I love fishing. The only thing better than fishing is eating the fish once I'm done!" The kobold would reply to Griselda excitedly. "We used to hunt down some really really big fish back home... but I think I saw some really big fish stirring up muck in the marsh the first couple days I was wondering out there..." A small frown would spread across his face as he thought more about fishing... and also more about his brother. "I really hope my brother is doing alright back home." He would mumble before finishing whatever drink was provide and sliding away from the table. "I think I'm going to head to bed if you don't mind, I'll see you all in the morning." He would say with a forced smile before his body began to fade. The scales on his body and even the leather clothes he was wearing would shift and fade until all that remained of the kobold was a fine whisp of steam that slowly slithered into the ornate konch shell. In the spot where the Kobold sat just a second ago, the ornate conch shell Mender was wearing around his neck now sat alone.
Mugwort watched, owl eyed as Mender turned to mist and disappeared before everyone. "Did everyone see that?" He rubs his tired eyes; fighting closing his eyes.
Griselda watches the Mender's vapor disappear into the conch with amusement.
"I'm a little tempted to shake that shell..." she mutters, stifling a yawn. She looks glassy eyed and just about ready to doze off. After a long lull of silence:
"Mimzy... I do love you, you know? Everything I do is for your own good, no matter how harsh it might seem."
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Mugwort lifts his head from the table, nearly napping but still hearing Griselda's chat with Mimzy. He smiles inside; knowing now, he had not destroyed the Mother - Daughter bond with his brashness.
Slowly sitting upright, he gathers himself and looks to Mother Griselda. "Kind Host, thank you for the food, drink and shelter. May your days be blessed by Nature."
Rising slowly, he trudges out of the room and veers to the pantry. Grabbing a sack from his carry bag, he takes several scoops of salt from the barrel. Walking back toward the sleeping areas, he notes Kaelrok still sorting, packing and unpacking items as he passes by. Finally, he reaches a secluded spot and begins his task. Holding the sack of salt before him, he presents it to the four corners of the World, muttering a pray of blessing, guidance and wish for protection from each Being of the 'corners'.
Next, Mugwort takes the salt and slowly pours a moderately large circle that almost fills the space; making certain it is thick enough and no breaks. Placing the sack back into his bag, he then reaches back in and pulls a pouch out. Inside is a mix of salt and iron filings. Again, asking the four compass points for their attention, protection, and wisdom, he slowly pours a much smaller circle about himself... just large enough for a healthy goblin to thrash about in his sleep and NOT touch the circle.
Satisfied with his doubled circles, he packs away his pouch and settles down to record his day in his journal followed by a moment of reflection on the Swamp. Then, it was time to try to rest before the next leg of this adventure.
Mimzy giggles as she hears her mother tell Kaelroc not to encourage her so-called beastly habits! "Mother!" She chided, "Unlike hags, fairies are honey-sweet and do not engage in beastly habits as you might imply. And I know that you love me Mother, had you not I would have been Haggish Stew a very long time ago. I believe you Mother, there is no need to concern yourself. Often I no doubt deserved a bit of harshness to tame my mischievous fairy spirit." The Fairy explained, wishing to perhaps alleviate her mother's concerns. Then later as the table talk continues Mimzy does take note of her mother's rather odd behaviors and makes use of her Eldritch Sight to cast Detect Magic at will wondering if perhaps there was something or someone in the room with them.
As Mimzy looks around she sees a new recently placed oversized chair with a Goliath haphazardly sprawled out.. realizing it was not the chair that caught her attention but the sound. What could only be mistaken as two beavers slapping their tails against a hollow log, competing to see who could be loudest. In - and - out, the snoring grows louder.
Mugwort...
You enter the pantry. It is a small, dark room situated at the far end of the dining area, near the stairwell leading to the upper floor. You find an amphora filled with salt nestled between three very suspect-smelling baskets, fill up your sack and make your way back to the bedroom near the entrance, where you begin to craft a ritual circle. Once content, you settle down for the night.
~~
Mimzy...
As everyone else has retired to bed, you continue to talk with your mother and Fon. As the time ticks on a steady shaft of moonlight slowly shifts across the dining room floor, and Griselda promises to provide you with her map and Broom of Flying in the morning. Channeling celestial energy to hone your senses, you cast detect magic. Please roll both a general intelligence check and a perception check.
~~
Kaelroc...
Your mighty snoring shakes the very chair you sleep in - too much pastry always makes you drowsy. At a certain point, you feel a tickle in your forearms and groggily open an eye to see what it could be. As if by magic, a goose-feather cushion and scratchy woolen blanket appear to be nestled under your head and around your shoulders, respectively. You also notice your undergarments, socks and shirt folding themselves neatly on the floor beside you. As you once again nod off to the muffled hum of voices in the adjacent room, you note just how strange Griselda and her house really are.
~~
Fon...
What are your plans come eventide?
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The bedroom in question - near the entrance - only has one 'bed' and a fairy-sized hammock set up. However, there are blankets laid out on the floor to use... and Fon has certainly seen worse sleeping arrangements in his time. He sees Mugwort nestled within a ring of salt, already fast asleep.
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Sooner or later, each of you finds your way to the vestibule bedroom and succumbs to sleep. As the candles blink out one by one, you feel a deep sense of calm settle over the room - for some it is not an overly familiar sensation. The night passes, and although each of you are subject to very odd dreams (perhaps a side effect of the pastries...), nothing seemed to disturb your respite. Your bodies needed this after the tolls yesterday's adventures exacted, you can feel it.
With a new day at your disposal, troubles seem more handleable. Those of you who awaken early are coaxed out of bed by a delicious meaty aroma...
Please describe your morning routine and anything else you wish to do before the sun fully rises.
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