After a bit of spinning in place, Mugwort is getting a sense of where he is 'on the map'... and it is not good. If he is reading it correctly, the party's eastward beginning ended up taking them practically due north after two hours of swampy travel.
Mugwort's shoulders slump as he realizes how badly they are off course.
Mender... Muttering a word of power to your conch, you creep as quietly as possible into the thicket - a practical wall of nettles and thorns make this a slow and painful endeavor. After a minute or so of shuffling about in the gloom, you stumble upon where you imagine the strange sound had sourced from... but it is not what you might expect.
Stretching out before you is a thin, rickety boardwalk which winds between a dichotomous row of trees. Built into the roots of each tree is a little door, and illuminating each trunk is one or more miniature firefly lanterns. You can clearly make out the buzzing again, and this time you are sure it originates inside these curious abodes...
~~
Mugwort and Mimzy... Meanwhile, a new location has magically appeared on the map: it is titled 'Maripan'.
~~
Fon and Kaelroc... Having caught your breath, what are you currently doing?
The kobold would look around in amazement at the small village. Since coming to this strange now land, this was the first time Mender felt much larger compared to those around him. Mender would back up slowly... trying not to disturb the inhabitants before returning to his companions. When he emerged from the thicket his eyes would be wide. "Hey Fon and Kaelroc... there is a tiny village in there... like really small... even for me." he would whisper. the buzzing is coming from whatever is living in the tiny tree houses". when Mugwort and Mimzy returned he would fill them in as well.
Mugwort sighs as he takes in one last look around. "Time to drop down, Mimzy" So saying, he gets the broom to mostly descend back down to the brambled canopy where he has to work around the limbs and thorns before lowering to near swamp level. With a bit of flitting about, he joins back up with the main party.
"I am sorry. My connection to the Swamp has been 'off' since that battle with the undead Hands. We are far 'off course' from where I thought we would be by now." He shows the map to Kaelroc, Fon, and Mender and points to where he is 'pretty sure' they are at the moment. "We are closer to Lake Veig then the ruins."
He stops as Mender opens up, all flustered with excitement at the discovery of a pixie village. Mugwort glances over to check Mimzy's reaction.
Mimzy gets a rather excited look on her face and makes a bee-line straight for the village enthusiastically giggling calling out a greeting in the Sylvan tongue, "Haila, alassë nóreni! Lá Mimzy, sellë vanya a fëar vagya. Lá sen tinwë, lá sen cora, lá annon edhellen!"
Translation: "Hail, happy folk! I am... Mimzy, joyful spirit of free heart. Lo here I sing, lo here I dance, lo I give Fey-greeting!"
Throwing caution to the wind, Mimzy zips into the undergrowth leaving behind a trail of fairy dust which sparkles on the air before dissipating. Who joins her and who stays behind?
Mugwort hisses at Mimzy as she zips off into the brambles. "She is going to be the death of me yet!" Securing the broom to his back, he starts forward, following the sparkling trail as it fades.
Mugwort will get as close to everyone else he can and cast Pass Without a Trace so we don't make a HUGE mess walking in or through the area... just to be polite.
Mender would motion to Fon and Kaelroc to follow him. "Well I guess we are all going to say hello... I hope they are friendly." he would say with a smile as he moved back towards the village, following the same path he took the first time.
You both follow Mimzy into the dense thicket down the path previously cleared by the kobold. Mugwort decides on a cautious approach, casting pass without trace which causes a radius of silence and shadow to extend forth from him.
~~
All (including Kaelroc and Fon, if they wish to join)...
Upon entering the clearing, you all see what Mender saw: dual rows of little doors set into the roots of rotting trees. Though the druid's spell masks all who are attempting to remain silent, Mimzy had no such intention when announcing her Slyvan greeting. If any of you had extensive experience with pixie architecture, you would be able to sense something off about this place... the doors are too low down, the lighting too dim.
For better or worse, the inhabitants have already been alerted. You see one... two... three doors flick open. From each, a thimble-sized form emerges in blur of motion, far too swift for the naked eye to detect. As they move, you recognize the the rapid pitter-patter as the sound you had mistakenly attributed to dragonfly wings. The creatures dart across the boardwalk, dip between roots, skim the surface of the water and eventually come to a halt - one at the far end of the clearing, one perched in a high branch, one a mere fifteen feet away from you.
The nearest of the three hisses, with a shrill, staccato voice. "Attar zoryl si bo'yeh!" I now ask each of you individually, do you choose to remain silent (roll a stealth check) or announce yourself to this strange creature?
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Mender would stay quiet... taking in the scene in front of him. The kobold had no idea what the little creatures were and he didn't know what language it was speaking. The last thing he wanted to do was cause the creatures to feel threatened.
he would slowly pull out his book and flip through the pages before beging to cast comprehend languages.
he would try to be as quiet as possible while performing the ritual.. hoping that a fight doesn't break out before he finishes...
Kaelroc is not going to attempt to be stealth. He will let his whip loosen a little around his torso and pull his shield a bit closer. Nothing aggressive, but ready. Cautiously, he walks forward to attempt to read the creature's intent.
Mender... Thanks to Mugwort's spell and your own nimbleness, you are easily able to hide behind a fallen log. Crouching down, you begin to ritual-cast comprehend languages.
~~
Kaelroc... You stride out from the bushes. Your hulking, imposing form immediately catches the creature's attention - it draws a needle-sized sword in your direction, and attempts several different languages in rapid succession to see which you react to.
"Nixis rizat, onp'aklo t'vis?" "Gwynh'lym. Stavys whyrios na!" "State your business, stranger!"
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The creature regards you and your weapon with a suspicious glare. "Very few pass through here alive, mountain-born..." he threatens with a voice like a warbler's trill, and proceeds to whistle to his companions. The rapid pitter-patter can be heard again, and within a hearbeat both stand by his side - one with dark green pigmentation and the other with a bright pink complexion. Both have their swords drawn and their dark, beady eyes trained on you.
After a bit of spinning in place, Mugwort is getting a sense of where he is 'on the map'... and it is not good. If he is reading it correctly, the party's eastward beginning ended up taking them practically due north after two hours of swampy travel.
Mugwort's shoulders slump as he realizes how badly they are off course.
Mender...
Muttering a word of power to your conch, you creep as quietly as possible into the thicket - a practical wall of nettles and thorns make this a slow and painful endeavor. After a minute or so of shuffling about in the gloom, you stumble upon where you imagine the strange sound had sourced from... but it is not what you might expect.
Stretching out before you is a thin, rickety boardwalk which winds between a dichotomous row of trees. Built into the roots of each tree is a little door, and illuminating each trunk is one or more miniature firefly lanterns. You can clearly make out the buzzing again, and this time you are sure it originates inside these curious abodes...
~~
Mugwort and Mimzy...
Meanwhile, a new location has magically appeared on the map: it is titled 'Maripan'.
~~
Fon and Kaelroc...
Having caught your breath, what are you currently doing?
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Kaelroc, looks at Fon.
Wait for Mimz and mug? Go rustle in a thicket with mend? Or something else on your mind?
The kobold would look around in amazement at the small village. Since coming to this strange now land, this was the first time Mender felt much larger compared to those around him. Mender would back up slowly... trying not to disturb the inhabitants before returning to his companions. When he emerged from the thicket his eyes would be wide. "Hey Fon and Kaelroc... there is a tiny village in there... like really small... even for me." he would whisper. the buzzing is coming from whatever is living in the tiny tree houses". when Mugwort and Mimzy returned he would fill them in as well.
Mugwort sighs as he takes in one last look around. "Time to drop down, Mimzy" So saying, he gets the broom to mostly descend back down to the brambled canopy where he has to work around the limbs and thorns before lowering to near swamp level. With a bit of flitting about, he joins back up with the main party.
"I am sorry. My connection to the Swamp has been 'off' since that battle with the undead Hands. We are far 'off course' from where I thought we would be by now." He shows the map to Kaelroc, Fon, and Mender and points to where he is 'pretty sure' they are at the moment. "We are closer to Lake Veig then the ruins."
He stops as Mender opens up, all flustered with excitement at the discovery of a pixie village. Mugwort glances over to check Mimzy's reaction.
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It also appears the map updates itself as we discover new things!
Mimzy gets a rather excited look on her face and makes a bee-line straight for the village enthusiastically giggling calling out a greeting in the Sylvan tongue, "Haila, alassë nóreni! Lá Mimzy, sellë vanya a fëar vagya. Lá sen tinwë, lá sen cora, lá annon edhellen!"
Translation: "Hail, happy folk! I am... Mimzy, joyful spirit of free heart. Lo here I sing, lo here I dance, lo I give Fey-greeting!"
Throwing caution to the wind, Mimzy zips into the undergrowth leaving behind a trail of fairy dust which sparkles on the air before dissipating. Who joins her and who stays behind?
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Mugwort hisses at Mimzy as she zips off into the brambles. "She is going to be the death of me yet!" Securing the broom to his back, he starts forward, following the sparkling trail as it fades.
Mugwort will get as close to everyone else he can and cast Pass Without a Trace so we don't make a HUGE mess walking in or through the area... just to be polite.
Mender would motion to Fon and Kaelroc to follow him. "Well I guess we are all going to say hello... I hope they are friendly." he would say with a smile as he moved back towards the village, following the same path he took the first time.
Mugwort, Mender...
You both follow Mimzy into the dense thicket down the path previously cleared by the kobold. Mugwort decides on a cautious approach, casting pass without trace which causes a radius of silence and shadow to extend forth from him.
~~
All (including Kaelroc and Fon, if they wish to join)...
Upon entering the clearing, you all see what Mender saw: dual rows of little doors set into the roots of rotting trees. Though the druid's spell masks all who are attempting to remain silent, Mimzy had no such intention when announcing her Slyvan greeting. If any of you had extensive experience with pixie architecture, you would be able to sense something off about this place... the doors are too low down, the lighting too dim.
For better or worse, the inhabitants have already been alerted. You see one... two... three doors flick open. From each, a thimble-sized form emerges in blur of motion, far too swift for the naked eye to detect. As they move, you recognize the the rapid pitter-patter as the sound you had mistakenly attributed to dragonfly wings. The creatures dart across the boardwalk, dip between roots, skim the surface of the water and eventually come to a halt - one at the far end of the clearing, one perched in a high branch, one a mere fifteen feet away from you.
The nearest of the three hisses, with a shrill, staccato voice. "Attar zoryl si bo'yeh!" I now ask each of you individually, do you choose to remain silent (roll a stealth check) or announce yourself to this strange creature?
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Mender would stay quiet... taking in the scene in front of him. The kobold had no idea what the little creatures were and he didn't know what language it was speaking. The last thing he wanted to do was cause the creatures to feel threatened.
he would slowly pull out his book and flip through the pages before beging to cast comprehend languages.
he would try to be as quiet as possible while performing the ritual.. hoping that a fight doesn't break out before he finishes...
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Kaelroc is not going to attempt to be stealth. He will let his whip loosen a little around his torso and pull his shield a bit closer. Nothing aggressive, but ready. Cautiously, he walks forward to attempt to read the creature's intent.
Mender...
Thanks to Mugwort's spell and your own nimbleness, you are easily able to hide behind a fallen log. Crouching down, you begin to ritual-cast comprehend languages.
~~
Kaelroc...
You stride out from the bushes. Your hulking, imposing form immediately catches the creature's attention - it draws a needle-sized sword in your direction, and attempts several different languages in rapid succession to see which you react to.
"Nixis rizat, onp'aklo t'vis?"
"Gwynh'lym. Stavys whyrios na!"
"State your business, stranger!"
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Friendly, passing through. You?
Still holding his whip, loosely around his torso.
Kaelroc Ironside...
The creature regards you and your weapon with a suspicious glare. "Very few pass through here alive, mountain-born..." he threatens with a voice like a warbler's trill, and proceeds to whistle to his companions. The rapid pitter-patter can be heard again, and within a hearbeat both stand by his side - one with dark green pigmentation and the other with a bright pink complexion. Both have their swords drawn and their dark, beady eyes trained on you.
"Measure your next words very carefully."
All...
How do you choose to act?
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Little friends, no need to be so... hasty.
Kaelroc does not move a muscle towards his weapon attempting to avoid further aggression of these creatures.
Perhaps lowing your weapons could be a start?
Kaelroc...
Roll a persuasion check.
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3... =D
How unfortunate. With a persuasion of 3, all three of the nix quicklings unleash a high-pitched shriek. I need everyone to roll initiative.
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