Twig refuses to translate Cor’s buffoonery to Rad and Garth. Ignoring his comment, she walks up to him and takes the decanter right out of his befuddled fingers. “I am taking this.” 

Taking the decanter a few feet away, Twig (and her chipmunk) begin to examine and fiddle with the decanter, having it pour for a good 5 minutes, watching in awed fascination. 

"Twig or Cor, can you ask the dryad if she has any more of those berries she used on Cor?" Garth asked, picking up the remaining berries and putting them carefully in his pack.

"Any chance we can save some of our pack rations tonight?" He said, looking longingly at all of the animals that had come out.

(ooc: Good berries last for 24 hours. They each restore one hit point. They also fill you up. One is equal to a day's rations. )

The Dryad speaks to Cor's request. "Hmm... You weren't very good at protecting. You were very good at getting stabbed, though. Maybe you should try running from monsters instead of moving towards them." She said sagely. 

"Haha true. Maybe someday I'll be better. For now I'll just continue to be an adventurer." Cor says as he walks over to Twig. "You know, I bet we could really use that water thing. Especially with my water magic."

Cor then uses Shape Water to alter the water to be orange.

With a mildly disgusted face, Twig disposes of the orange water, not avoiding Cor’s shoes.

Upon overturning the Decanter, Twig sees three words etched into the bottom of the vessel.

Twig reads one of the etched words aloud, “Geyser”

An enormous jet of water shoots out of the Decanter straight at Cor. 

Strength Save: 0

Cor is blasted straight in the chest by the water and is knocked on his back in the grass, taking 3 damage and getting thoroughly drenched. 

Twigs eyes widen and she runs over to Cor 

“Goodness! That’s the last time I read words aloud off of magical artifacts! Are you alright?”

"I'm so sorry. I had no idea you had such strong feelings against the color orange. Would green have been a better choice?" Cor says with a look of apology on his face

"Watching the two of you fight is almost as fun as rabid wolves fighting over the last scrap of meat." Garth chuckled at the end. He walked over and helped Cor back to his feet.

Twig laughs, “I’ve no issue with the color orange. While you are quite correct that you will be able to do amazing things with this” Twig nodded to the decanter “and your cantrip. Coloring the water orange made the artifact seem like a cheap trick rather than the wonder it is. I tend to be reactionary without concern for consequence. That leads to unfortunate occurrences.”

Twig turns to Garth “You enjoy strange things.”

Rad still seems to be contemplating the giant hole that used to be in his chest. "Twig, can you tell the nice lady thank you for this item. I will use it to purge more evil does from this world." 

"Thanks Garth." Cor says with a nod at the big man. "I didn't mean to discount the item with that magic, on the contrary actually. I can alter direction of flowing water. Freeze water, change color and taste. You get the idea. By changing the color I only meant to give a harmless example of what we could do. I also have the ability to warm, chill, or flavor up a bit of it using my Prestidigitation. I may not be the most useful of sorcerers but I can be a devious one. Just imagine how much fun we could have with my magic!"

Twig translated and relayed Rad's appreciation to the Dryad. 

(I'm assuming you guys make camp here and that no one takes the Dryad up on her offer. Let me know if you want to do something else before leaving the camp and we can add that in.)

The group heads away from the grove, bidding the helpful Dryad farewell as they went. The next few nights were uneventful and they traveled with a lot fewer worries, now that they had a water supply. They even managed to catch some game for a nice meal. They eventually made it to the Brightwood Forest, however. Unfortunately, it wasn't what anyone was expecting. 

The trees looked dead, for the most part. Branches scattered the ground, grass outgrew some of the stunted trees, and no animals could be seen. The trees extended for farther than they could see, and they didn't have any clue where the crystal tree was within the place. They suddenly realized how foolish their plan was. This forest was enormous, and they were looking for a single tree. Talk about a needle in a haystack. To top it off, the place gave off an eerie feel and, not knowing why or how they knew it, it was very clear that they were not welcome. 

(Adding this in because it was requested, but not going to roleplay it because... well, trying to get the baby to sleep and that would be too hard. So We get me adding this bit in for summary.)

As the group began to leave, Twig tried to get the chipmunk to stay behind with the Dryad but it wouldn't leave her shoulder. When it wouldn't leave, she shrugged it off and just went with it. She started thinking of names for the chipmunk, running through them aloud as she packed up her bedroll. "Chip, Chippy, Chipotle, Chipadee doo da..." The list was actually quite long. After a few minutes of this, the Dryad appeared and snickered. "He already has a name, silly. You can't pronounce it. But I guess... in Elvish it would be 'Oliver.'" With that, the Dryad gave a curt nod and disappeared back into the trees. Oliver managed to look smug on Twig's shoulder. Well, as smug as a chipmunk can look with four nuts in its mouth, that is.

Seeing the seemingly endless trees in front of them, Garth stood with his hands on his hips surveying the landscape.  "Hmm, I guess it would have been a good idea to ask around before we left to see if anyone knew where the crystal tree is. I haven't spent much time navigating forests, anyone got some ideas on what to do?"

"Knowing that we have to deal with a wyrm when we reach the tree, this dead looking forest isn't ominous at all." He began to try and inspect the landscape more closely.

Perception14

Garth scanned the trees and realized that there were indeed a lot of trees out there. He didn't see any discernible paths to follow, but he also didn't see anything that might jump out and attack them, either.

The light was still strong during the day. They had about two hours until sunset.

Twig looks at the dead trees, feels the sense foreboding in the air, and dislikes the place immediately. 

She looks to Oliver, to try and gauge his reaction.