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"I've read about this spell. It's called 'ensnaring strike'", Allure informs others. "The magic is unfamiliar, and thus I know no spells to lift it, but we can break vines forcibly. It is not a question of 'could we', but 'should we'. Fey are rarely as benevolent as they want to appear."
Allure circles the dryad.
"And, of course, we should look out for whoever placed the spell."
Successful Strength check should break the vines.
Meanwhile, Allure will try to see if the caster is anywhere near.
Perception:2
Someone else might want to repeat that, my perception bonus is shite.
“I don’t know enough to tell whether or not she should be freed. Perhaps someone bound her for a reason. Who knows?” Grabius furrows his brow and starts tugging on a side of his mustache.
Boxey, it's supposed to be just the spell, if I'm not mistaken.
"The dryad is in little danger," says Allure, further examining the vines. "They hurt her, but this sort of magic fades quickly. She'll be free in due time. And I don't know about you, but I'm not in the business of charity. If someone spoke Sylvan, we could make her promise us a reward... Currently, if we free her, we could only hope she gives us something. Frankly, decide for yourself. I don't give a rats ass, unless there's profit."
Those trying to find the spellcaster could not locate any such figure. Boxey while inspecting the vines was able to tell that the source was fiendish. The Dryad raised an eyebrow while looking at the adventuers.
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Grabius thinks some more and then slight smirk flashes across his face, followed by a softer expression.
"Miss Dryad-lady-person, [bowing low] if you don't mind me asking, do you speak the Common tongue? [slight pause] Before I assist my friend in giving you back your freedom, I think it would do us all some good to see if there is more to this predicament than we understand. As my dearly departed father used to say, 'Even the prettiest flowers have thorns, but when offered freely can save a man's life.' " As he starts this he begins to circle her and the tree, giving quick glances to Allure and Zerxius. As he passes on her left side and as he just passes her peripheral, his hands nimbly search to see if he can find anything on her that might give more him more information--talking continuously...
If I find anything I'll pocket it before coming around the back of the tree and continuing the monologue.
"Before you say anything further, this has been quite the task for us coming through these woods and I, personally, would not be in favor of freeing someone who'd rather slit our throats as soon as she is able..." As he slowly moves in closer and unsheathes a dagger, "...but my friend seems to believe you are worth freeing, so I too shall do what I can. I hope you know what you're doing, my gnome friend..." and Grabius leans in helping Boxey with the vines, shooting a glance back at the others in case this goes poorly.
While Grabius pickpocketed the Dryad he found two potions of healing. The Dryad nodded as she was cut free. Gomphus who had not been paying attention arrived.
~Why don't I use my spores to communicate telepathically?~ He offered.
Grabius bows slightly and backs away, keeping a keen eye on the dryad as he sheathes his dagger. He crosses his right arm and fiddles with his mustache with his left.
Gomphus stared hard at the Dryad, who smiled thankfully.
~She says she's Amia, she used to guard this forest. She says an Imp named Quintus trapped her. She also said that we're in goblin territory and we should look out.~ Gomphus looked back at the Dryad who seemed to be sending a message. ~Oh and, she wants to sell us healing potions for 20 gold instead of 50 as a reward for saving her.~
"These vines... They're not of her or from her." Allure notices, examining them closer.
DM Price of Misfortune (finished)
Allure is able to tell that this vines are not even vines at all, this is the effect of ensnaring strike
"I've read about this spell. It's called 'ensnaring strike'", Allure informs others. "The magic is unfamiliar, and thus I know no spells to lift it, but we can break vines forcibly. It is not a question of 'could we', but 'should we'. Fey are rarely as benevolent as they want to appear."
Allure circles the dryad.
"And, of course, we should look out for whoever placed the spell."
DM Price of Misfortune (finished)
Allure couldn't be sure who or where the caster was. It was probably that rock.
upon Allure's words Zerxius moves to the left also looking for a caster
Perception: 9
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After searching around for traps and not finding much, Grabius follows Allure’s suggestion to look for the caster.
"So what are we to do with her?" asks the tiefling.
DM Price of Misfortune (finished)
"We could take her with us," Boxey says as she reaches out to the dryad.
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
"or just free her and move along"
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“I don’t know enough to tell whether or not she should be freed. Perhaps someone bound her for a reason. Who knows?” Grabius furrows his brow and starts tugging on a side of his mustache.
Boxey is going to look around the dryad to see if there is any manacles and holding her there.
Perception: 2
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
"The dryad is in little danger," says Allure, further examining the vines. "They hurt her, but this sort of magic fades quickly. She'll be free in due time. And I don't know about you, but I'm not in the business of charity. If someone spoke Sylvan, we could make her promise us a reward... Currently, if we free her, we could only hope she gives us something. Frankly, decide for yourself. I don't give a rats ass, unless there's profit."
DM Price of Misfortune (finished)
Those trying to find the spellcaster could not locate any such figure. Boxey while inspecting the vines was able to tell that the source was fiendish. The Dryad raised an eyebrow while looking at the adventuers.
Grabius thinks some more and then slight smirk flashes across his face, followed by a softer expression.
"Miss Dryad-lady-person, [bowing low] if you don't mind me asking, do you speak the Common tongue? [slight pause] Before I assist my friend in giving you back your freedom, I think it would do us all some good to see if there is more to this predicament than we understand. As my dearly departed father used to say, 'Even the prettiest flowers have thorns, but when offered freely can save a man's life.' " As he starts this he begins to circle her and the tree, giving quick glances to Allure and Zerxius. As he passes on her left side and as he just passes her peripheral, his hands nimbly search to see if he can find anything on her that might give more him more information--talking continuously...
"Before you say anything further, this has been quite the task for us coming through these woods and I, personally, would not be in favor of freeing someone who'd rather slit our throats as soon as she is able..." As he slowly moves in closer and unsheathes a dagger, "...but my friend seems to believe you are worth freeing, so I too shall do what I can. I hope you know what you're doing, my gnome friend..." and Grabius leans in helping Boxey with the vines, shooting a glance back at the others in case this goes poorly.
While Grabius pickpocketed the Dryad he found two potions of healing. The Dryad nodded as she was cut free. Gomphus who had not been paying attention arrived.
~Why don't I use my spores to communicate telepathically?~ He offered.
Boxey shrugs. "I guess that could work, but I will leave the communicating to you guys."
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
And we're supposed to believe you? Allure thought, but bit his tongue. Gomphus is not one to trick, best not give him ideas.
"Very well. Ask her this: who she is, how and why did she end up here and if there's anything in imminent vicinity we should look out for."
DM Price of Misfortune (finished)
Grabius bows slightly and backs away, keeping a keen eye on the dryad as he sheathes his dagger. He crosses his right arm and fiddles with his mustache with his left.
Gomphus stared hard at the Dryad, who smiled thankfully.
~She says she's Amia, she used to guard this forest. She says an Imp named Quintus trapped her. She also said that we're in goblin territory and we should look out.~ Gomphus looked back at the Dryad who seemed to be sending a message. ~Oh and, she wants to sell us healing potions for 20 gold instead of 50 as a reward for saving her.~
Zerxius continuing to watch the surrounding area
Perception:5
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