Turn of Fortune's Wheel (Gnomes' game)

'At least this innocent soul has found peace...' a faint smile spreads across Eithne's face. '...plus, not in my head.'
'Thank goodness, indeed!' the Voices in her head agree.
'There are already so many of us here...'
'By the way, wouldn't you like me to ask Shariel if she can bring you too to the peace of Mount Celestia?'
'Don't be absurd, Eithne!'
'We are not ready for peace!'
'We have not been avenged...'
'And we will stay with you to help you until justice is done!'

The Lone Survivor shrugs inwardly; she supposed it wouldn't be so simple to bring peace to the souls of the elves of her tribe. She then replies to Britari: "Yes, I think we should too" and smilingly carries the chalice inside the Iedcaru, admiring it. "A dazzling work of art, like our victory today. Who would like to keep it?" she offers to her companions. "A bit of light can probably do anyone good..."

Faith answers, "I can both see in the dark and create light at will, so it would do better with someone else."

Having successfully ensured an innocent soul would see a better afterlife (presumably), you continue your trek toward Slyvania, the walking tower grinding along at its steady, unchanging pace. After a day of travel and not terribly far from the next gate town hopefully, a different sight appears: a large, grassy field littered with thousands of dead sunflies. [OOC: this is scenic commentary. Roleplay it if you wish, but it isn't necessary to the plot.]

Arcana check DC 14:

After checking the field of dead sunflies, it is another day or two before you finally see it in the distance. As you get close, merriment and music fill the air beneath a canopy of colorful foliage. Marvelous buildings encircle the trees or are built amid their spreading boughs. Passing revelers wave and offer you crowns woven of fresh, colorful flowers. As they do, your mimir chimes, and its eyes twinkle in rainbow hues.

Faith comments, "This seems like a happy place, much nicer than the previous two." It brings back memories of her early life as a child of entertainers.

(Britari Arcana: 28)

As their path takes them through the immense grassy field, Britari takes a close look at the area. "Sunflies! So many dead sunflies!" She turns to speak to whoever us at hand. "What could have caused this? Sunflies tend to be sensitive to planar energies. But to affect so many!"

The field of dead sunflies passes without much explanation. Though Britari seems to puzzle over it for a while. 

When she gets a chance, she speaks to Esta. "You seemed to have something to talk to me about before? It's nice to see a familiar face."

Reaching Sylvania, it does seem like a fun place. "Yea, it does seem happy," she agrees with Faith. "Is there something we have to find here? Someone we have to talk to?"

Faith answers, "I think we need to get the mimer near the portal here."

Since no one claims the Prismatic Chalice, Eithne keeps it for herself for now. But the satisfaction of having saved a soul and obtained such a refined object of art (and magic) is quickly replaced by anxiety at the sight of the massacred sunflies.

'Like my tribe...' the Lone Survivor can't help but immediately think 'Massacred, every last one, like my people.'
'Don't come any closer, Eithne...' the Voices in her head are also frightened. 'There may be residual deadly power.'
'Look, your new friend, Britari, is investigating... Leave it to her.'
'She's certainly more knowledgeable about these things...'
'But I'm more interested!' Eithne closes the matter and, ignoring the 'inner protests' with an effort of will, reaches the tiefling. The elf is unable to contribute anything to the investigation, but she is interested in the conclusion. Planar Energies... Could it be something similar, what also caused the massacre of her tribe?

The gloom dissipates, however, upon reaching Slyvania, with its lush nature and welcoming, festive population. The Savage Wanderer gladly accepts a wreath of flowers for herself and also takes one for the mimir, carefully placing it on his head and agrees with Faith: "Oh, indeed, it's always the same... We need to find the city's Portal and bring the mimir there, describing our impressions to him."

And indeed, between a smile, a toast, a bite of fruit, or a greeting, Eithne asks some of the revelers for directions to the Portal.

Rogferr seems saddened that someone would let such a large field die.

“It would have to be a substantial amount of energy to kill so many plants. It might be best if we keep an eye out for what could cause this level of damage.”

Rogferr will ask Hypnosis to scan the area for any living creatures.

Perception Check: 15

Esta surveys the town as they approach. "Why is everyone so... cheery? Don't often see this in towns - there's usually some tyranny or empowering government stifling that."

Esta bows her head, accepting the weave of flowers, smiling at the crowds. She turns to the mimir, seeing it's reaction. "Is this normal here? Should we be worried?"

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Rogferr seems saddened that someone would let such a large field die.

“It would have to be a substantial amount of energy to kill so many plants. It might be best if we keep an eye out for what could cause this level of damage.”

Rogferr will ask Hypnosis to scan the area for any living creatures.

Perception Check: 15

 There are a few other creatures in the fields, some rabbit like animals. It seems whatever happened primarily affected the sunflies, not everything.

"Oh! Oh yeah! Party town!" The mimir chimes back at you. Everywhere you see, trees, flowers, bushes, all seem to bob and sway along with the pervasive music that hums incessantly in the background. A small group of mice-like creatures comes running over to you all as some of the revelers party on along. "There she is!!!" one of them squeaks and they bound over toward Eithne. Hopping up a taller bush to get a better look, they perch on stout branches and wave at you all. "Yeah that's totally her! Hey where'd you go!? The party's not over!" Upon closer inspection, these mice-like creatures are fully clothed, daggers on their sides, capes down their backs, but they also carry tiny instruments with them, including maracas. "Yeah! We need you for the big finale!" Another cuts in, "The portal? It's around somewhere! It's..." He stops and begins scratching his little chin and tries to pick a few directions but checks himself each time. "It's around somewhere! Changes all the time!" The first shakes a maraca at Eithne, "You can find the portal later, right now we have a song to finish! Can't disappoint the pixies!"

The cheering little creatures manage to draw a composed but sincere smile from Eithne: she knows that elsewhere the world can be cruel and merciless... but finding this oasis of joy gives her hope for the fate of the Multiverse.

"I have no intention of disappointing you!" the Savage Wanderer assures, while colorful bunches of flowers begin to rain down around her "Let's finish the song for the big finale! Should we finish singing it, or composing it?"

Faith pulls out her flute, then talks to the mice, "I think you mistaking Eithne for someone else. We just got here, so we haven't been part of any songs yet."

*OOC: Sorry I posted that with out seeing Eithne's post. Since Eithne is going along with them, no problem.*

Britari has no musical talent to contribute but is willing to join the festivities. "I think we can take the time to join the revelries. Are we staying here? Going somewhere?" She still isn't fully sure she knows anything about what's happening. But she's fine with going along with it for now. 

"While the repair of the Mimir is connected to the restoration of our memories—and therefore of undoubted interest," Eithne reasons "I don't think the delay of a little celebration matters... We're so used to unpleasant places where we risk our lives, why shouldn't we relax a little, in this place where they want to celebrate us instead?"

The little mice creatures cheer and begin escorting you in a quasi parade toward another clearing in the town, where a modestly sized stage waited, complete with dancing lights that pulsed different colors, and several other creatures and such still clapping along to the mystical beat of the area. On the way, the seemingly at least de facto leader of the tiny troupe mentions again that they never know where the gate portal will be, but that the Seven Spiritors who run the gate town would know. The mice would be happy to help you locate one of the Spiritors once the final song is complete.

"We found her! We found her!" They cry as they ascend the wooden stage, getting up on stools for a better view and beckoning Eithne to follow. "At last! Our final number! Ode to Sylvania!"

(Eithne, and anyone else who would like to participate in the performance is welcome to do so, make a Performance check! It is not a high DC and not an important plot point so don't feel too bad if you don't do well :) )

Eithne is almost moved by the little creatures' welcome... they've never seen her before, yet they're treating her like the guest of honor! Her voice trembling with an emotion unusually deep for an elf, she begins to sing the Ode to Sylvania...

Performance: 9