Pissed by failing to snatch away the frying pan, and alarmed that they have indeed captured Polinella, Mulligan turns back to violence and unleashes a couple of Psychic Blades at the fleeing bee-napper before taking off at a run to try to catch up with them as well. So it is a flick of one wrist and then another which unleash faintly glowing psychic essences which dart out after the leprechaun in question and then the quick footsteps of giving chase!
Psychic Blade vs Padraig: 10 to hit for 9 psychic damage BA Psychic Blade vs Padraig: 23 to hit for 8 psychic damage Sneak Attack if either hit: Not Applicable since I did not have advantage on rolls and no other enemy of the target is within 5'... I am assuming Pollinella doesn't count since enclosed in a honey jar.
Greg cowers for a moment but sees his strange accomplices attacking and trying to get the bee back. If only he could help and slow the escape of the leprechaun thief. The others are so quick to act without thinking, but we need Glister's help, and that guy isn't going to stick around if the dandelion knight needs to go swanning off to rescue some bee...
Slowly gaining some resolve Greg moves forward to cast earth tremor upon the leprechaun (10ft range/area?.(Badly worded spell)) carefully wording this spell to not catch Mulligan who is face to face with the fey. (Sculpt spell, only padraig makes a DC 14 Dex save or is knocked prone and takes 6 bludgeoning. The ground also becomes difficult regardless of save)
"Nope! This will not do!" Barria exclaims and turns away from the stolen banjo. Stealing the queen was a much more serious issue. In a blink of an eye, Barria disappears in front of Fionn and Tadhg and reappears on the other side of Padraig from Mulligan.
"You sir, are not leaving with Polinella." and she takes her warhammer, flanked with Mulligan and attempts to bonk him over the head.
Greginald's spell shakes the ground, causing small rocks to tumble from the walls of the mountain pass. The leprechaun stumbles slightly but keeps his feet. Suddenly another burst of light splits the night... it again comes from Glister the acrobat, as his face and hair seem to release built-up energy, which extends out in a beam and strikes the fleeing Padraig. Amidor too runs in on leafy appendages, stabbing out with his rapier at Padraig, who swears in pain, and the illusory copy of Padraig suddenly winks out of existence. Finally Mulligan launches his mental daggers. One whizzes past the thieving fey, but the other strikes him in the back, and with a groan he slumps to the earth. The honey pot containing the captive bee rolls out of his arms, and into the hands of the super-sized Barria, who suddenly pops into place at the right moment. The giant dwarf picks up the pot and opens the lid, and Polinella flies out, spins in a few disoriented circles, and then buzzes over to be with her bee-loved dandelion hero.
Two other leprechauns remain unhindered and flee the scene, at least one of which can be seen with Mulligan's lute slung awkwardly over its back. Three illusory leprechauns remain nearby, still smiling and chuckling eerily.
Rowan meanwhile reaches down and grabs Seamus in a headlock. The leprechaun wriggles and wriggles, but can't wriggle free. Finally it gives up and says with a good-natured chuckle:
Ah, Seamus am I, caught at last, By an elf both clever and fast! The rules I’ll uphold, So take, as foretold, Me shimmering, sweet pot of gold!
And with those words, a gold-coloured honey pot appears in his hands, which he offers up to the elf. Barria's frying-pan and the sapphire so recently given to Mulligan by the korreds drop to the ground as he does so.
Padraig is prone and unconcious. Seamus is grappled by Rowan, and also charmed by Rowan for the next 24 hours. Lorcan is fleeing to the right of the map, clearly has Mulligan's banjo, and is 90' to the right of Rowan. Tadgh is fleeing to the left, and is 85' from Mulligan, but doesn't appear to be carrying anything belonging to the party. A fifth leprechaun (named Fionn) is unaccounted for, although his illusion remains nearby.
Barria's frying pan and Mulligan's lucky sapphire have been recovered. Rowan's lute and shortbow, as well as other sundry items, are presently unaccounted for.
If anyone wishes to pursue a fleeing leprechaun, you may declare another turn. Otherwise all enemy combatants within the immediate vicinity are subdued, and we are out of initiative.
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How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Call for them to wait. To negotiate. The lives of these two for our stuff.
Mulligan says over Group Chat to g'ReGiNalD and Barria.
And their pledge to leave Pollinella alone.
He add this as an afterthought.
He doesn't give chase though, he thinks that is futile and likely unwise. Instead he kneels down to the unconscious Leprechaun and holds a psychic dagger threateningly above them to emphasize the point that whether these two live or die is up to them. (I would add an intimidation roll except those fleeing won't "hear" him anyway and likely aren't looking back unless given a reason to...)
Rowan holds up the little leprechaun and looks at the honey pot.
"I think we'd rather have everything you and your friends stole from us back," Rowan says. Then adds "and a promise to leave Pollinella alone and the rest of our friends here."
Still wrapped in Rowan's strong grip, Seamus lowers the honey pot and looks up into the elf's face. His expression is no longer smug and cheeky as it was before, but rather friendly and jovial. All the same, the words he speaks seem to be a sincere warning to Rowan and his associates:
What’s born of our hands is our claim! That's asserted in Ownership's name. Be it honey or bee, It belongs to the we. So our treasure is guarded the same.
We nurtured our queen bee with pride, Till she fled for the dandelion's side. Though bereft from our care, We've now claimed what is fair. Reciprocity can't be denied!
You've drawn weapons on us. That’s beyond Hospitality's sanctified bond, For no blade did we bare. So of killing, beware! Lest the wrath of the Feywild respond.
Hearing this, Amidor lowers his rapier, his stem bending in what might be a conciliatory slump. Responding to Seamus' words, and with trembling petals, he says:
Alas, dear friends, the leprechaun speaks true, much as it pains me to say it. The Rule of Ownership grants them claim, for they nurtured my beloved Polinella from her first flight. The Rule of Reciprocity permits recompense for their loss, and the Rule of Hospitality forbids bloodshed between equals met upon fair ground. As you sided with my cause, their demands may be exacted from thee as well as from me. By the custom of the Fey, their grievance stands.
He turns, lowering his dandelion head toward Polinella, who hums faintly upon his stem. Then kneeling on bended stem, with bowed flower, Amidor says:
Yet my honor bids me act. You have suffered loss to defend love’s liberty, and such gallantry cannot go unanswered. Therefore, by the honor of Amidor of the Blooming Fields, I pledge myself to your cause. My strength, my wit, and my wind are yours to command, until I have repaid the debt your valor has laid upon me.
He straightens, facing the leprechauns with quiet dignity.
Take your due, keep your pride... but know that love once freed cannot be caged again. Polinella’s heart is her own, and so long as she wills it, she shall fly beside me.
Seamus smiles and tips his hat to Amidor. Speaking to all, the leprechaun says:
The fey rules, this flower respects, And my honey pot, this elf rejects. Food and music we prize, So let's all compromise: Save these three, we'll return your effects.
He waves one hand, and the magical image of Mulligan's banjo, Rowan's lute, and Barria's frying pan appear floating in the air...
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How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
"right well sod it then, keep yer bee and we got ourselves a forlorn flower knight right? No harm no foul, we'll pick up the unconscious one and be one our way if everything is square, right?" Greg explains sick of the rules here but glad to not have to exert himself any longer. He holds off on acting aggressively this round and instead mould the earth behind his feet into a rudimentary stump for him to perch upon.
The grasping vines and flowers fade from view as Rowan's emotional state returns to his baseline unstable level and he does appear to be enjoying all of the rhyming.
"I didn't know ownership of people was legal here," Rowan muses as he makes sense of all that is said back and forth. He looks at the floating image of his lute and sighs. "But if giving up my lute means Polinella goes free, I can live with that."
He then looks back at Seamus, still held firmly in his hand and smiles.
"It did take some work to get that lute. My parents did not want me to have one so I did have to work hard to find one. You might not know that there aren't many tinkers that come through small elven villages so I couldn't get anyone to make one, but I eventually was able to trade some hard work with a craftsperson in the neighboring village. He was quite odd though. Part of the trade was that I would never play in his village. I think he might have been worried about the appearance of a conflict of interest with the musicians in his own village."
He looks back around at the others and shrugs.
"It does seem though that you can steal from others here before fighting and that doesn't break any fey rules."
Oh it's not the loss of the banjo, exactly. It's dear to him but not worth risking life and limb over. It's more the idea that these fey keep getting over on him. Not just these wee ones here but all of them. Always. It is... disgruntling. He looks down at the one unconscious at his feet and finds himself tempted to give them a good kick. To just punt them to the side in frustration. Instead he has a different thought.
Three for one bee, how can that be? Unless we keep two, you see— We’ve captured the pair, They’re laying just here, Now our numbers at last shall agree!
He puts the words into Seamus's head, and then the Group Chat. If the wee bastards are to steal three of the group's things then they should get three of theirs. Bee and two leprechaun. It's a fair wash numbers wise. Probably size wise as well, considering how little the bee and the wee ones are.
Ok, ok... By normal rules it would be totally unfair. Three sentient creatures (not sure if a bee is people or not, really) for three mundane objects. But it's apparent the fae rules are... Well, barely rules at all. For all he knows they may go for it.
But Rowan's mention of stealing does bring a thought to mind... And with the unconscious leprechaun at his feet already... Mulligan, who had already been kneeling down and close to them with a psychic dagger tries to subtly and discreetly pat the wee man down and steal whatever may be in his pocketses.
Pissed by failing to snatch away the frying pan, and alarmed that they have indeed captured Polinella, Mulligan turns back to violence and unleashes a couple of Psychic Blades at the fleeing bee-napper before taking off at a run to try to catch up with them as well. So it is a flick of one wrist and then another which unleash faintly glowing psychic essences which dart out after the leprechaun in question and then the quick footsteps of giving chase!
Psychic Blade vs Padraig: 10 to hit for 9 psychic damage
BA Psychic Blade vs Padraig: 23 to hit for 8 psychic damage
Sneak Attack if either hit: Not Applicable since I did not have advantage on rolls and no other enemy of the target is within 5'... I am assuming Pollinella doesn't count since enclosed in a honey jar.
Greg cowers for a moment but sees his strange accomplices attacking and trying to get the bee back. If only he could help and slow the escape of the leprechaun thief. The others are so quick to act without thinking, but we need Glister's help, and that guy isn't going to stick around if the dandelion knight needs to go swanning off to rescue some bee...
Slowly gaining some resolve Greg moves forward to cast earth tremor upon the leprechaun (10ft range/area?.(Badly worded spell)) carefully wording this spell to not catch Mulligan who is face to face with the fey. (Sculpt spell, only padraig makes a DC 14 Dex save or is knocked prone and takes 6 bludgeoning. The ground also becomes difficult regardless of save)
"Nope! This will not do!" Barria exclaims and turns away from the stolen banjo. Stealing the queen was a much more serious issue. In a blink of an eye, Barria disappears in front of Fionn and Tadhg and reappears on the other side of Padraig from Mulligan.
"You sir, are not leaving with Polinella." and she takes her warhammer, flanked with Mulligan and attempts to bonk him over the head.
Attack: 22 (9 if flanking isn't used), Damage: 4
Greginald's spell shakes the ground, causing small rocks to tumble from the walls of the mountain pass. The leprechaun stumbles slightly but keeps his feet. Suddenly another burst of light splits the night... it again comes from Glister the acrobat, as his face and hair seem to release built-up energy, which extends out in a beam and strikes the fleeing Padraig. Amidor too runs in on leafy appendages, stabbing out with his rapier at Padraig, who swears in pain, and the illusory copy of Padraig suddenly winks out of existence. Finally Mulligan launches his mental daggers. One whizzes past the thieving fey, but the other strikes him in the back, and with a groan he slumps to the earth. The honey pot containing the captive bee rolls out of his arms, and into the hands of the super-sized Barria, who suddenly pops into place at the right moment. The giant dwarf picks up the pot and opens the lid, and Polinella flies out, spins in a few disoriented circles, and then buzzes over to be with her bee-loved dandelion hero.
Two other leprechauns remain unhindered and flee the scene, at least one of which can be seen with Mulligan's lute slung awkwardly over its back. Three illusory leprechauns remain nearby, still smiling and chuckling eerily.
Rowan meanwhile reaches down and grabs Seamus in a headlock. The leprechaun wriggles and wriggles, but can't wriggle free. Finally it gives up and says with a good-natured chuckle:
Ah, Seamus am I, caught at last,
By an elf both clever and fast!
The rules I’ll uphold,
So take, as foretold,
Me shimmering, sweet pot of gold!
And with those words, a gold-coloured honey pot appears in his hands, which he offers up to the elf. Barria's frying-pan and the sapphire so recently given to Mulligan by the korreds drop to the ground as he does so.
Padraig is prone and unconcious.
Seamus is grappled by Rowan, and also charmed by Rowan for the next 24 hours.
Lorcan is fleeing to the right of the map, clearly has Mulligan's banjo, and is 90' to the right of Rowan.
Tadgh is fleeing to the left, and is 85' from Mulligan, but doesn't appear to be carrying anything belonging to the party.
A fifth leprechaun (named Fionn) is unaccounted for, although his illusion remains nearby.
Barria's frying pan and Mulligan's lucky sapphire have been recovered.
Rowan's lute and shortbow, as well as other sundry items, are presently unaccounted for.
If anyone wishes to pursue a fleeing leprechaun, you may declare another turn. Otherwise all enemy combatants within the immediate vicinity are subdued, and we are out of initiative.
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
Call for them to wait. To negotiate. The lives of these two for our stuff.
Mulligan says over Group Chat to g'ReGiNalD and Barria.
And their pledge to leave Pollinella alone.
He add this as an afterthought.
He doesn't give chase though, he thinks that is futile and likely unwise. Instead he kneels down to the unconscious Leprechaun and holds a psychic dagger threateningly above them to emphasize the point that whether these two live or die is up to them. (I would add an intimidation roll except those fleeing won't "hear" him anyway and likely aren't looking back unless given a reason to...)
Rowan holds up the little leprechaun and looks at the honey pot.
"I think we'd rather have everything you and your friends stole from us back," Rowan says. Then adds "and a promise to leave Pollinella alone and the rest of our friends here."
Still wrapped in Rowan's strong grip, Seamus lowers the honey pot and looks up into the elf's face. His expression is no longer smug and cheeky as it was before, but rather friendly and jovial. All the same, the words he speaks seem to be a sincere warning to Rowan and his associates:
What’s born of our hands is our claim!
That's asserted in Ownership's name.
Be it honey or bee,
It belongs to the we.
So our treasure is guarded the same.
We nurtured our queen bee with pride,
Till she fled for the dandelion's side.
Though bereft from our care,
We've now claimed what is fair.
Reciprocity can't be denied!
You've drawn weapons on us. That’s beyond
Hospitality's sanctified bond,
For no blade did we bare.
So of killing, beware!
Lest the wrath of the Feywild respond.
Hearing this, Amidor lowers his rapier, his stem bending in what might be a conciliatory slump. Responding to Seamus' words, and with trembling petals, he says:
Alas, dear friends, the leprechaun speaks true, much as it pains me to say it. The Rule of Ownership grants them claim, for they nurtured my beloved Polinella from her first flight. The Rule of Reciprocity permits recompense for their loss, and the Rule of Hospitality forbids bloodshed between equals met upon fair ground. As you sided with my cause, their demands may be exacted from thee as well as from me. By the custom of the Fey, their grievance stands.
He turns, lowering his dandelion head toward Polinella, who hums faintly upon his stem. Then kneeling on bended stem, with bowed flower, Amidor says:
Yet my honor bids me act. You have suffered loss to defend love’s liberty, and such gallantry cannot go unanswered. Therefore, by the honor of Amidor of the Blooming Fields, I pledge myself to your cause. My strength, my wit, and my wind are yours to command, until I have repaid the debt your valor has laid upon me.
He straightens, facing the leprechauns with quiet dignity.
Take your due, keep your pride... but know that love once freed cannot be caged again. Polinella’s heart is her own, and so long as she wills it, she shall fly beside me.
Seamus smiles and tips his hat to Amidor. Speaking to all, the leprechaun says:
The fey rules, this flower respects,
And my honey pot, this elf rejects.
Food and music we prize,
So let's all compromise:
Save these three, we'll return your effects.
He waves one hand, and the magical image of Mulligan's banjo, Rowan's lute, and Barria's frying pan appear floating in the air...
How does a red dragon blow out the candles on its birthday cake?
"right well sod it then, keep yer bee and we got ourselves a forlorn flower knight right? No harm no foul, we'll pick up the unconscious one and be one our way if everything is square, right?" Greg explains sick of the rules here but glad to not have to exert himself any longer. He holds off on acting aggressively this round and instead mould the earth behind his feet into a rudimentary stump for him to perch upon.
The grasping vines and flowers fade from view as Rowan's emotional state returns to his baseline unstable level and he does appear to be enjoying all of the rhyming.
"I didn't know ownership of people was legal here," Rowan muses as he makes sense of all that is said back and forth. He looks at the floating image of his lute and sighs. "But if giving up my lute means Polinella goes free, I can live with that."
He then looks back at Seamus, still held firmly in his hand and smiles.
"It did take some work to get that lute. My parents did not want me to have one so I did have to work hard to find one. You might not know that there aren't many tinkers that come through small elven villages so I couldn't get anyone to make one, but I eventually was able to trade some hard work with a craftsperson in the neighboring village. He was quite odd though. Part of the trade was that I would never play in his village. I think he might have been worried about the appearance of a conflict of interest with the musicians in his own village."
He looks back around at the others and shrugs.
"It does seem though that you can steal from others here before fighting and that doesn't break any fey rules."
He sets Seamus down on the ground.
Mulligan is disgruntled.
Oh it's not the loss of the banjo, exactly. It's dear to him but not worth risking life and limb over. It's more the idea that these fey keep getting over on him. Not just these wee ones here but all of them. Always. It is... disgruntling. He looks down at the one unconscious at his feet and finds himself tempted to give them a good kick. To just punt them to the side in frustration. Instead he has a different thought.
Three for one bee, how can that be?
Unless we keep two, you see—
We’ve captured the pair,
They’re laying just here,
Now our numbers at last shall agree!
He puts the words into Seamus's head, and then the Group Chat. If the wee bastards are to steal three of the group's things then they should get three of theirs. Bee and two leprechaun. It's a fair wash numbers wise. Probably size wise as well, considering how little the bee and the wee ones are.
Ok, ok... By normal rules it would be totally unfair. Three sentient creatures (not sure if a bee is people or not, really) for three mundane objects. But it's apparent the fae rules are... Well, barely rules at all. For all he knows they may go for it.
But Rowan's mention of stealing does bring a thought to mind... And with the unconscious leprechaun at his feet already... Mulligan, who had already been kneeling down and close to them with a psychic dagger tries to subtly and discreetly pat the wee man down and steal whatever may be in his pocketses.
Sleight of hand: 21