Headed past the copse of trees, the group meets up with Akaas, who seems to be watching to purple-skinned people around two feet tall with elven features rushing around in the garden, giggling as they throw something between one another, shouting, "Catch me! Catch me!" to Akaas in a hasty squeaky tongue.
Etla looked at the purple-skinned people in delight, realizing she had never seen such creatures before. With a curious glance towards Akaas she tried to form an understanding of what was going on. "Do they want you to catch them? They're so fast!"
The first purple one stops rushing around in the flower bed, petals going flying as it stops and looks to Akaas' companions. The second one carries on rushing and skids past the first one, causing small grooves in the soil.
"Look!" "More of them!" "Do they have shinies?" "Yay, shinies!" "Look at that one!" "That one is HUGE!" "Maybe it's a giant." "Let's be the giant slayers!" "Yay, giant slayers!"
The two purple people draw daggers, which for them look like broadswords.
"Look at us!" "We're the mighty giant slayers!" "We have a mighty shiny!" "From the mighty shorty!"
They jump up and down seemingly having some bizarre sort of logic behind their "fun and games"
(If anyone wants to know what these creatures are, they can make an Arcana check to wrack the deep recesses of their minds)
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Since Etla is very tickled by these tiny creatures, I'll make an arcana check: 5
It is quite a challenge to follow their conversation, but she understands it well enough to chuckle and puff out her chest. For a brief second she thought they'd come rushing at her with those daggers. But in case they do, she readies herself to cast ray of frost. For the time being, though, she was enjoying this. "What's these mighty giant slayers' names?"
These beings are known as quicklings. They are creatures of the unseelie fey (the dark side of the feywild). They are malignant humanoids that are more about mischief and revel in making people suffer and feel bad. They are not particularly violent in nature, and they live fast, die young. A quickling is over three times faster than the normal person, able to reach incredible speeds, so should they wish to retreat they can easily do so and have no chance of being caught. Beyond that, these two look fairly benign for quicklings, and probably are just hanging around because they enjoy annoying Thicket and the animals nearby.
The purple pair rush to near Etla in a flash. They don't attack, just stare up at Etla from a few feet away.
"It really is tall." "It also talks!" "Maybe we shouldn't be giant slayers." "Yeah, bored now." "Does it have any shinies." "I like shinies." "So do I." "Let's see if it's got any shinies." "I'm gonna go hide this shiny." "Okay!"
With that, one of the purple people disappears into the underbrush, gone in a blur. Etla feels a tickling sensation as the other purple person attempting to climb up her body and get into the pack on her back. If she wants to make either an Athleticsor Acrobatics check to chuck the purple person off, feel free to do so.
Knowing where her 'shinies' are, Etla promptly places a hand on the diamond bracer she had recently bought, forcing the purple creature to pry her hand away should they wish to steal it. Feeling the weight on her body, she attempts to shake it off.
Athletics: 3
"I remember reading about 'Quicklings' not long ago, that should be what these pranksters are. They're some annoying pieces of work, let me tell you. If you can grab one despite their speed, I recommend doing so." Which is exactly why she attempts to grapple the quickling that climbed her: 1
[ ... two nat 1 in a row, etla is having a bad day ]
When Etla saw what the little shit took out of her pack her grey eyes went pitch black. This aged goliath was usually a very chill lady, but mess with her magic and you'd regret it. "You nasty little ****ers." She snarled and attempted to hit the one who stole her precious crystal with ray of frost: Attack: 7 Damage: 8
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Etla, practically boiling over with anger, clenches her fists and stomps off after the quickling, trying to hit it with her ray of frost again as soon as she spots something purple in the underbrush.
Chetin thinks for a moment before taking out a crossbow bolt and casting light upon it, "Would you two like this shiny?" He shows off the luminescent bolt to the two.
Crispy had an idea. She took out a pearl from her backpack.
”HEY! Who wants this one??” She says, slowly waving it around. She puts it on her nose and stands still, balancing it carefully. “Betcha cant grab it!”
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The area goes quiet for a moment as Borg begins to follow the tracks. As she thinks she is getting close, there's a "Haha!" as the quickling flies out of the bush a little further down, the purple blur dashing across the garden. Etla unleashes her ray of frost, but she misses again. "Nyeh, nyeh!" The quickling cackles again as it jumps into another pile of foliage.
There is also another sound of rustling from around the garden area.
Borg will walk over to see what is going on. "What is going on over here?."
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
"I think you only temporarily spooked them." Etla smiled to Crispy before heading towards the cackling sounds.
"Sort of sounds like goblins...but rather really excited goblins." Chetin trails behind the group.
Headed past the copse of trees, the group meets up with Akaas, who seems to be watching to purple-skinned people around two feet tall with elven features rushing around in the garden, giggling as they throw something between one another, shouting, "Catch me! Catch me!" to Akaas in a hasty squeaky tongue.
Etla looked at the purple-skinned people in delight, realizing she had never seen such creatures before. With a curious glance towards Akaas she tried to form an understanding of what was going on. "Do they want you to catch them? They're so fast!"
The first purple one stops rushing around in the flower bed, petals going flying as it stops and looks to Akaas' companions. The second one carries on rushing and skids past the first one, causing small grooves in the soil.
"Look!"
"More of them!"
"Do they have shinies?"
"Yay, shinies!"
"Look at that one!"
"That one is HUGE!"
"Maybe it's a giant."
"Let's be the giant slayers!"
"Yay, giant slayers!"
The two purple people draw daggers, which for them look like broadswords.
"Look at us!"
"We're the mighty giant slayers!"
"We have a mighty shiny!"
"From the mighty shorty!"
They jump up and down seemingly having some bizarre sort of logic behind their "fun and games"
(If anyone wants to know what these creatures are, they can make an Arcana check to wrack the deep recesses of their minds)
Since Etla is very tickled by these tiny creatures, I'll make an arcana check: 5
It is quite a challenge to follow their conversation, but she understands it well enough to chuckle and puff out her chest. For a brief second she thought they'd come rushing at her with those daggers. But in case they do, she readies herself to cast ray of frost. For the time being, though, she was enjoying this. "What's these mighty giant slayers' names?"
For Etla:
These beings are known as quicklings. They are creatures of the unseelie fey (the dark side of the feywild). They are malignant humanoids that are more about mischief and revel in making people suffer and feel bad. They are not particularly violent in nature, and they live fast, die young. A quickling is over three times faster than the normal person, able to reach incredible speeds, so should they wish to retreat they can easily do so and have no chance of being caught. Beyond that, these two look fairly benign for quicklings, and probably are just hanging around because they enjoy annoying Thicket and the animals nearby.
The purple pair rush to near Etla in a flash. They don't attack, just stare up at Etla from a few feet away.
"It really is tall."
"It also talks!"
"Maybe we shouldn't be giant slayers."
"Yeah, bored now."
"Does it have any shinies."
"I like shinies."
"So do I."
"Let's see if it's got any shinies."
"I'm gonna go hide this shiny."
"Okay!"
With that, one of the purple people disappears into the underbrush, gone in a blur. Etla feels a tickling sensation as the other purple person attempting to climb up her body and get into the pack on her back. If she wants to make either an Athletics or Acrobatics check to chuck the purple person off, feel free to do so.
Akaas grasps his chest where the symbol of Selune normally rests. "Oh!" he says in surprise and worry. The old halfling runs after them.
Crispy watches the whole enchange with an amused grin on her face.
Knowing where her 'shinies' are, Etla promptly places a hand on the diamond bracer she had recently bought, forcing the purple creature to pry her hand away should they wish to steal it. Feeling the weight on her body, she attempts to shake it off.
Athletics: 3
"I remember reading about 'Quicklings' not long ago, that should be what these pranksters are. They're some annoying pieces of work, let me tell you. If you can grab one despite their speed, I recommend doing so." Which is exactly why she attempts to grapple the quickling that climbed her: 1
[ ... two nat 1 in a row, etla is having a bad day ]
(Her day's about to get worse)
The quickling speedily clambers all around her like a climbing frame. As it gets back to the ground (about 10 feet away) it holds up Etla's crystal.
"I found your shiny!" The quickling giggles with glee. rushing around at incredible speeds around the garden.
Akaas, if you want to follow after the other quickling to find your emblem of Selune, you can attempt to track it with Survival.
(OOC: If you wish to attempt to attack these quicklings, your attacks are at disadvantage. They are that speedy.)
When Etla saw what the little shit took out of her pack her grey eyes went pitch black. This aged goliath was usually a very chill lady, but mess with her magic and you'd regret it. "You nasty little ****ers." She snarled and attempted to hit the one who stole her precious crystal with ray of frost: Attack: 7 Damage: 8
Etla hurls a blast of icy magic at the quickling. There is just a blur of purple as it easily evades the spell.
"Haha! Missed me, missed me!" It cackles, sticking its tongue out before rushing into the underbrush. "Can't catch me! My shiny now!"
Etla, practically boiling over with anger, clenches her fists and stomps off after the quickling, trying to hit it with her ray of frost again as soon as she spots something purple in the underbrush.
Attack: 18 Damage: 5
Chetin thinks for a moment before taking out a crossbow bolt and casting light upon it, "Would you two like this shiny?" He shows off the luminescent bolt to the two.
Crispy had an idea. She took out a pearl from her backpack.
”HEY! Who wants this one??” She says, slowly waving it around. She puts it on her nose and stands still, balancing it carefully. “Betcha cant grab it!”
She looks at Etla, as if she had a plan.
Survival: 7
Borg watches as the little purple people run around and hide things, she will attempt to track where the went.
Survival 15
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The area goes quiet for a moment as Borg begins to follow the tracks. As she thinks she is getting close, there's a "Haha!" as the quickling flies out of the bush a little further down, the purple blur dashing across the garden. Etla unleashes her ray of frost, but she misses again. "Nyeh, nyeh!" The quickling cackles again as it jumps into another pile of foliage.
There is also another sound of rustling from around the garden area.
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