And down she goes. What lovely irony. As Etla got up she couldn't help but laugh and pointed at Crispy. "Like I said, it can happen to the best of us." The goliath woman then got out of the mud and took great care in wiping it off her face, attempting to do the same with the front of her robes and then continued to absentmindedly comb through the looong strands of hair.
Chetin walks slowly up to the hedge, "Hello? Anyone here?" He shouts out, "We're a group of adventurers sent by the Seven Saints. We're here about your request." He keeps shouting out as he walks along the hedge wall, looking for the entrance.
Headed through to beyond the hedge, the group finds a wide open area filled with colourful flowers and trees, almost as if stepping into a storybook. In the grove is a human man with shaggy unkempt hair, wearing a dark brown tatty robe. "Hey... no need to shout, man..." The human says as Chetin shouts out. "You'll disturb the cuckoos."
"I apologize for yelling, I thought you were deeper into the hedge." He bows to the man, "As I said, we're from the Seven Saints, here about your request for your hedge. The request said something about small invasive creatures, may I ask what they are?"
"Haha, cool..." The man says, nodding as Chetin speaks. "Yeah I put up that bill. There's these little critters, man... There's about yay high and not from around here." He gestures to around his waist. "I'm kinda a pacifist and asked 'em to leave, but they said I was being a bit of a bummer, man... They're kinda taking away from the nature mojo. It's way too busy here for me to work on growing my whisperweeds. They need quiet, man... It's kinda why they're called whisperweed, you know what I mean?"
While they are talking Etla sneaks some leaves off of the hedge and tangles them into her hair for decoration. She then turns towards the human, interest already peaked about these curious little critters. "Can you describe how they look in more detail?"
"Woah, you're a pretty tall lady, like the hairdo, man.." Thicket says to Etla. There's a pause. "Oh yeah, so they're pretty small, man..." Thicket reiterates. "They have hands, and a couple of feet..." He pauses. "They're like, over that way..." He points his hand behind him to further into his grove area.
Etla gives the human a thumbs up and an approving nod, clearly appreciating the compliment. "Right back at ya, keeping it wild I see." The goliath grins at the stellar description that literally told them nothing other than the height of the critters. Instead she was looking forward to the surprise once they saw them in person. "Thank you, then I guess it's high time we pay them a little visit." She looks over at the rest of the group, if there's no other questions to be had she'll happily saunter off in the direction he pointed.
"Cool... Thanks guys and gals." Thicket says. "I'm just gonna be here... working on my garden... It's gotta be ready for summer solstice and stuff, man..."
Heading over the dirction Thicket mentions shows another couple of copse of trees that seem to be vibrant with life. As the group heads in that direction, they can hear high pitched quick cackles of delight and glee.
The group is still a decent distance away. If they wish to sneak up, or attempt to view from another vantage (rather than rush in crossbows blazing), feel free to explain how you're doing things (and maybe put an appropriate skill check with it)
Akaas and Crispy edge closer to the source of the noise, keeping very quiet along the way. They manage to get through the copse of trees to see another beautiful garden. Well, mostly beautiful.
Akaas & Crispy:
You glance around for a moment, seeing only blurs of something initially. There is another cackle as you catch a glimpse of what it is. A purple-skinned humanoid, only a couple of feet tall, dashing at incredible speeds in the glade ahead. It seems to have picked the heads of all the flowers in the trail it just ran down, then throws them into the air.
You then spot another one that arrives beside the other, holding a badger in its arms, which flails in a panic. The other one blows pollen from the flower heads into the badger's face, making it sneeze as they both cackle with that high-pitched alacrity.
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"A bath sounds great right about now. And we've just begin." Crispy says.
And down she goes. What lovely irony. As Etla got up she couldn't help but laugh and pointed at Crispy. "Like I said, it can happen to the best of us." The goliath woman then got out of the mud and took great care in wiping it off her face, attempting to do the same with the front of her robes and then continued to absentmindedly comb through the looong strands of hair.
Feeling a bit bad, just a little bit, Crispy leans over and gently wipes a bit of mud off of Etla's face, her fingers grazing her lip just a little.
"You missed a spot." She says, and winks.
Chetin walks slowly up to the hedge, "Hello? Anyone here?" He shouts out, "We're a group of adventurers sent by the Seven Saints. We're here about your request." He keeps shouting out as he walks along the hedge wall, looking for the entrance.
Headed through to beyond the hedge, the group finds a wide open area filled with colourful flowers and trees, almost as if stepping into a storybook. In the grove is a human man with shaggy unkempt hair, wearing a dark brown tatty robe. "Hey... no need to shout, man..." The human says as Chetin shouts out. "You'll disturb the cuckoos."
"I apologize for yelling, I thought you were deeper into the hedge." He bows to the man, "As I said, we're from the Seven Saints, here about your request for your hedge. The request said something about small invasive creatures, may I ask what they are?"
"Haha, cool..." The man says, nodding as Chetin speaks. "Yeah I put up that bill. There's these little critters, man... There's about yay high and not from around here." He gestures to around his waist. "I'm kinda a pacifist and asked 'em to leave, but they said I was being a bit of a bummer, man... They're kinda taking away from the nature mojo. It's way too busy here for me to work on growing my whisperweeds. They need quiet, man... It's kinda why they're called whisperweed, you know what I mean?"
"Yeah, man, like, totally, dude." Crispy says.
While they are talking Etla sneaks some leaves off of the hedge and tangles them into her hair for decoration. She then turns towards the human, interest already peaked about these curious little critters. "Can you describe how they look in more detail?"
"Woah, you're a pretty tall lady, like the hairdo, man.." Thicket says to Etla. There's a pause. "Oh yeah, so they're pretty small, man..." Thicket reiterates. "They have hands, and a couple of feet..." He pauses. "They're like, over that way..." He points his hand behind him to further into his grove area.
Crispy looks in the direction he points, and smiles, amused by the way this man talks.
Etla gives the human a thumbs up and an approving nod, clearly appreciating the compliment. "Right back at ya, keeping it wild I see." The goliath grins at the stellar description that literally told them nothing other than the height of the critters. Instead she was looking forward to the surprise once they saw them in person. "Thank you, then I guess it's high time we pay them a little visit." She looks over at the rest of the group, if there's no other questions to be had she'll happily saunter off in the direction he pointed.
"Cool... Thanks guys and gals." Thicket says. "I'm just gonna be here... working on my garden... It's gotta be ready for summer solstice and stuff, man..."
Heading over the dirction Thicket mentions shows another couple of copse of trees that seem to be vibrant with life. As the group heads in that direction, they can hear high pitched quick cackles of delight and glee.
Crispy looks around warily at the noises, keeping her hand on her blade hilt belt.
The group is still a decent distance away. If they wish to sneak up, or attempt to view from another vantage (rather than rush in crossbows blazing), feel free to explain how you're doing things (and maybe put an appropriate skill check with it)
"Allow me," the old halfling says to the others. Akaas attempts to walk with delicate grace toward the sounds.
Stealth: 17
Borg looks around. "Go on chick, shout if you need anything, this is mostly your thing, i'm no good at the whole being quiet thing."
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
”Sure, why not?” Crispy will try and be quiet and join Akaas.
Stealth: 5
"I shall also stay back, be swift and safe the both of you." Chetin says as he takes his shield out.
Akaas and Crispy edge closer to the source of the noise, keeping very quiet along the way. They manage to get through the copse of trees to see another beautiful garden. Well, mostly beautiful.
Akaas & Crispy:
You glance around for a moment, seeing only blurs of something initially. There is another cackle as you catch a glimpse of what it is. A purple-skinned humanoid, only a couple of feet tall, dashing at incredible speeds in the glade ahead. It seems to have picked the heads of all the flowers in the trail it just ran down, then throws them into the air.
You then spot another one that arrives beside the other, holding a badger in its arms, which flails in a panic. The other one blows pollen from the flower heads into the badger's face, making it sneeze as they both cackle with that high-pitched alacrity.