The usually perceptive Mazin at first finds it hard to notice much beyond the apparent confrontation between his half-elven sorcerer companion and the strange frog person on the far bank, especially when the sharp eyed goliath spots the bone dagger at the creature's belt and the ready net that it holds in its webbed left hand. However, during a rare lull in the symphony of dragonfly *buzzing* and frog *croaking*, the attuned ears of the rugged barbarian detect another sound - a soft, almost childlike titter of *hehehehehe* laughter emnating it seems from the group of cyprus trees which screen the depths of the Northern bank.
As Mazin's narrowed stare scurtinises the area over the shoulder of the understandably distracted sorcerer, the large heavily muscled warrior spots a subtle movement against the trunk of a particularly gnarled and mossy old cyprus tree, as though a new small limb sprouted from the weathered brown-green trunk, rose upwards briefly and then was subsumed back into the knotted wood from which it emerged. As the limb retreats dissapears amidst the lichen covered bark, two tiny but bright white circles flash open momentarily from the trunk's mossy surface, before dissapearing as quickly as they appeared with a second baredly audible *hehehehehe*. The tree's hanging curtains of leaves, vines and interwoven wild-flowers likewise seem to sway at the sound, almost in concert with the mirth of the artfully hidden creature that Mazin has now identified.'
[OOC] While he cannot yet see it clearly, Mazin is confident that he has placed the location of the hidden creature that seems to be source of the laughter. The cyprus trunk on the Northbank where he saw the disguised arm and eyes appear is approximately 60' from the Goliath's current position on the Southbank.
Mazin blinks as he see the arm and eyes disappearing in the tree with laughter. Ha, she is playing a game with them! He lets out a laugh of his own, then waves to the woman in the tree.
He is about to let Kestrell and the others know what he saw when Altani speaks and the Dryad leaves her tree and speaks.... or is that singing. The language is very melodic. He will wave to the Dryad again, then say to the group "What is she saying? Is she going to help us out?"
While all of that is happening, C see tries to pull the moving log towards the far bank using her rope that she still holds the ends of. Remembering the description of the woman living here Cinder speaks a bit loudly, saying, “I don’t think that is the Frogmaiden Kestrell!”
'Tugging on the now anchored rope with all her strength as she calls out to her now isolated ally, Cinder fails to move the long slime covered log at all towards the Northern bank, though her efforts do cause the slippery wooden length to again turn ever so slightly. Caught off-guard by the movement beneath her feet, the monk's otherwise poised balance is further compromised by the knotted rope pulling free of the embedded javelin with the now unattached coil of hemp whipping back to fall limp in the murky water.'
[OOC] Cinder and Alwin both need to make a dexterity saving throw DC11 or fall off the slippery log into the lagoon.
Alwin keeps his focus on his footing loosing sight of the world around him as he focuses on this task 'How do they do this in the circus' he thinks to himself.
'As the large frog takes his attention away from Kestrell, Kestrell will do likewise and study the Frogmaiden. He is momentarily startled at her appearance and beauty and then blushes red and looks away. He can hear the unintelligible conversation and waits patiently to find out what she is saying.'
"She and her protector do not mean us any harm, Cypress says that our antics, especially the elves, have made her laugh. She even thinks you guys are cute.
She says she does not know about a murder but can give us aid. Maybe I worded murder wrong... She also wants to know what we will do for her help"
Altani looks back at Cypress and approaches the waters edge. In Sylvan she says,
"I have meet your kin before fair Cypress and know you would not harm others. If you say the water is safe, I will swim to the other side as unlike my friends I can not swing across".
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Yevna Galanodel - Wood Elf | Level 8 | Druid/Circle of Spores 6 - Ranger 2 - Ravnica Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
"She and her protector do not mean us any harm, Cypress says that our antics, especially the elves, have made her laugh. She even thinks you guys are cute.
She says she does not know about a murder but can give us aid. Maybe I worded murder wrong... She also wants to know what we will do for her help"
"What does she want us to do? And what kind of help can she give us?"
Giving up on the rope, Cinder sees Altani talking and start to swim across. Sighing she thinks, I so did not want to get wet, before looking at Alwin and saying, “Sorry, but looks like we’re having to swim across the rest of it if we’re going across.” Dropping into the water as light as possible, Cinder wishes she could just run across instead.
Altani looks back at Cypress and approaches the waters edge. In Sylvan she says,
"I have meet your kin before fair Cypress and know you would not harm others. If you say the water is safe, I will swim to the other side as unlike my friends I can not swing across".
Seeing the numerous uncomprehending looks and hearing others among your group speak in questioning tones, Cyprus again speaks in a voice like rustling branches and leaves, though this time speaking in perfect, if somewhat archaic, Elvish,'
"There are no monsters in my lagoon and none have ever drowned in it... that I did not permit to do so, that is. *hehehehehe* Look, see? Your satyr friend has braved the water. Come... join me... though you three only. The others can wait on the far bank, I think."
Cyrpus waves one delicate green hand to indicate that Altani and Cinder may join her, Leap and Kestrell on the Northbank.
'As the large frog takes his attention away from Kestrell, Kestrell will do likewise and study the Frogmaiden. He is momentarily startled at her appearance and beauty and then blushes red and looks away. He can hear the unintelligible conversation and waits patiently to find out what she is saying.'
As Kestrell makes eye contact with this personification of natural beauty, he is lost momentarily in the Frog Maiden's beguileing smile, the blueness of her eyes and a sense of peacefulness and safety that the half-elf had not felt since taking to the road. Somewhat mesmerised by the vision before him, he almost misses the long serpent like vine that reaches down from a nearby tree to entwine gently about his waist. Looking down at the encircling appendage, the sorcerer notices the sudden growth of a profussion of small, round purple berries along its length as Cyrprus' soft and enchanting voice says again in her old fashioned version of the Elvish tongue,'
"Eat, fair one. Partake of as many as you desire. You are welcome here, Elf-bird. *hehehehehe*"
Giving up on the rope, Cinder sees Altani talking and start to swim across. Sighing she thinks, I so did not want to get wet, before looking at Alwin and saying, “Sorry, but looks like we’re having to swim across the rest of it if we’re going across.” Dropping into the water as light as possible, Cinder wishes she could just run across instead.
As Cinder gingerly drops herself into the cold murky water and begins to swim across, Leap appears to tense somewhat and raises his net wielding arm, before a calming word from Cyprus causes the frog man to stand down. Likewise, as a number of the lagoon's natural inhabitants surface and approach the swimmer to investigate, including several large snakes and a juvenille marsh crocodile, a brief sing-song vocal from Cyprus seems enough to cause the wild creatures to go back about their routines.
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Altani wades into the water, her four legs kicking through the lake as she swims towards the other side.
The centaur switches to elvish "Cypress, my companions and i can not stay. Kestrell can not stay with you. The lives of others depend on all of us..." she indicates towards Kestrell "banding together to aid them. You must help us. Who has been killing the lizardfolk and where can we find the person or thing responsible?
I beg you fine and honorable spirit of the forest. Help us. Tell me what I can do to convince you to help us?"
... Looking down at the encircling appendage, the sorcerer notices the sudden growth of a profussion of small, round purple berries along its length as Cyrprus' soft and enchanting voice says again in her old fashioned version of the Elvish tongue,'
"Eat, fair one. Partake of as many as you desire. You are welcome here, Elf-bird. *hehehehehe*"
...
'Blushing even harder, and taking a page from Alwin's book, Kestrell stammers:'
"She and her protector do not mean us any harm, Cypress says that our antics, especially the elves, have made her laugh. She even thinks you guys are cute.
She says she does not know about a murder but can give us aid. Maybe I worded murder wrong... She also wants to know what we will do for her help"
Mazin nods to Altani, then sees everyone jumping in. That makes much more sense then trying to find a path through the thick vegetation. "One moment." He begins taking off his pack and greatsword. He will take off his shirt as well, but leaves his two handaxes on his belt. He stretches his arms and cracks his neck as he prepares to dive in.
((OOC: He is obviously preparing to swim across. If no one says anything, he will dive in and swim to the other side. Athletics))13
Seeing the goliath start to disrobe, Altani calls back, "Mazin... Cypress said only the three of us can come across" she indicates to Cinder and Kestrell "Maybe you should wait... Just for now"
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... Looking down at the encircling appendage, the sorcerer notices the sudden growth of a profussion of small, round purple berries along its length as Cyrprus' soft and enchanting voice says again in her old fashioned version of the Elvish tongue,'
"Eat, fair one. Partake of as many as you desire. You are welcome here, Elf-bird. *hehehehehe*"
...
'Blushing even harder, and taking a page from Alwin's book, Kestrell stammers:'
'And then quickly reaches out and grabs a handful of the small, purple berries, and pops one in his mouth.'
[OOC]: Hoping it isn't needed, but in case it is: Constitution saving throw: 5
The purple berry is deliciously sweet, and as Kestrell chews and swallows the small fruit he begins to feel an immediate release of warmth and vitality throughout his limbs, somehow acting to magicaly ease his aches and dispel much of the pain he had been enduring since his crash landing.
[OOC] Kestrell gains 1 HP from eating the goodberry. Looking at his still writhing vine 'belt', the sorcerer sees another 11 berries on its length.
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As Alwin jumps into the water and begins to swim through the murky water, you all hear a *hiss* emitted seemingly from the foliage around you, as Cyprus looks out with displeaure at the splashing fighter. As a the young but still considerable marsh crocodile and several of the lenthy serpents begin to orientate towards the swimming half-elf, the Frog Maiden whispers in a voice still melodic but suddenly tight like a coiling vine,'
"Does not listen, that one. Swim he may... but reach this bank he will NOT. *hehehehehe."
[OOC] All PCs see the metre and a half long crocodile and three large serpents turn and begin swimming towards Alwin, though the crocodile quickly dissapears beneath the lagoon's surface.
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"She and her protector do not mean us any harm, Cypress says that our antics, especially the elves, have made her laugh. She even thinks you guys are cute.
She says she does not know about a murder but can give us aid. Maybe I worded murder wrong... She also wants to know what we will do for her help"
Mazin nods to Altani, then sees everyone jumping in. That makes much more sense then trying to find a path through the thick vegetation. "One moment." He begins taking off his pack and greatsword. He will take off his shirt as well, but leaves his two handaxes on his belt. He stretches his arms and cracks his neck as he prepares to dive in.
((OOC: He is obviously preparing to swim across. If no one says anything, he will dive in and swim to the other side. Athletics))13
As Mazin prepares to dive into the lagoon, he clearly hears the *hiss* of displeasure from Cyrpus and notices the wild life in the water act with distinct hostility to his half-elven ally's actions.
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D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
Altani wades into the water, her four legs kicking through the lake as she swims towards the other side.
The centaur switches to elvish "Cypress, my companions and i can not stay. Kestrell can not stay with you. The lives of others depend on all of us..." she indicates towards Kestrell "banding together to aid them. You must help us. Who has been killing the lizardfolk and where can we find the person or thing responsible?
I beg you fine and honorable spirit of the forest. Help us. Tell me what I can do to convince you to help us?"
Persuasion to convince Cypress to help us Persuasion21
Standing with one hand caressing the gnarled be-flowered tree beside here, the dryad's other strokes her own delicate chin as she openly appraises Altani's powerful strokes across the lagoon's surface. The serpents gliding through the silty pool part around the centaur as she slices through the murky waters and the paladin sees no sign of the crocodile. Pulling herself dripping from the edge nearest Cyprus and her tree, the plainswarrior sees the frog creature named Leap circle around Kestrell to stand protectively at the Frog Maiden's side.
Finishing her beseeching words to the nature entity, Altani hears the Frog Maiden *sigh* in seeming dissapointment, but nod her head slightly in apparent concession... but then also hears Cyrpus' *hiss* of displeasure as the dryad's gaze fixes on Alwin's swimming form and Mazin who looks to be preparing to do the same.
Seeing the goliath start to disrobe, Altani calls back, "Mazin... Cypress said only the three of us can come across" she indicates to Cinder and Kestrell "Maybe you should wait... Just for now"
Leap drops into a defensive crouch as though suspecting foul play, one harm drawn back with the net in preperation for a throw, while his other hand clasps the crude dagger from his equally crude belt. With a slightly narrowed gaze now marring her still idyllically beautiful features, Cypurs' eyes remain fixed on the pending confrontation in the water as she whispers to those of you standing on the Northern bank with her,'
"Do not test me, visitors. For to test me is to test the water and the trees, the beasts and the soil itself. Pretty some of you are... but disobedience and ugliness I will not abide here."
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
"Alwin, out of the water!"Altani calls out, "Quick, she asked for you to wait on the far bank. Hurry Alwin, the crocodile is coming your way. Get out."
The dripping centaur turns to Cypress and speaks in Sylvan,
"He means well Cypress but sometime get overly excited. Call off your protectors, you have nothing to fear from him I swear and I will make sure he gets out of the lake. And I need him to aid me with my quest to get inside Quilinost, a quest I sworn I would complete for one of your dying kin."
Going the fifteen feet slowly, Cinder will eventually get to the other side. “I prefer sparring to swimming. That took way too much effort.” After catching her breath, she’ll place a hand on her spear and place it back on her back and coil the rope. Turning to face Cyprus, Cinder will wave a dripping hand and greet her. “Hi, Cinder, nice to meet you. Cyprus was it? Sorry I don’t speak your singing language.”
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Alwin blinks as he begins to turn around and swim back to shore. He just looks across the bank listening to their conversation. If he reaches the edge he places his hand over his heart as he begins to speak towards her. His lips and tongue speaking a language familiar to Altani and the frogmaiden as Sylvan words come out.
"I...'m so....rry. I me....ant no dis....respect. F...F...orgive me maiden."
Mazin blinks as he see the arm and eyes disappearing in the tree with laughter. Ha, she is playing a game with them! He lets out a laugh of his own, then waves to the woman in the tree.
He is about to let Kestrell and the others know what he saw when Altani speaks and the Dryad leaves her tree and speaks.... or is that singing. The language is very melodic. He will wave to the Dryad again, then say to the group "What is she saying? Is she going to help us out?"
Alwin keeps his focus on his footing loosing sight of the world around him as he focuses on this task 'How do they do this in the circus' he thinks to himself.
[OOC]
Dex check: 13
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
'As the large frog takes his attention away from Kestrell, Kestrell will do likewise and study the Frogmaiden. He is momentarily startled at her appearance and beauty and then blushes red and looks away. He can hear the unintelligible conversation and waits patiently to find out what she is saying.'
Altani address the group in common,
"She and her protector do not mean us any harm, Cypress says that our antics, especially the elves, have made her laugh. She even thinks you guys are cute.
She says she does not know about a murder but can give us aid. Maybe I worded murder wrong... She also wants to know what we will do for her help"
Yevna Galanodel - Wood Elf | Level 8 | Druid/Circle of Spores 6 - Ranger 2 - Ravnica
Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
Altani looks back at Cypress and approaches the waters edge. In Sylvan she says,
"I have meet your kin before fair Cypress and know you would not harm others. If you say the water is safe, I will swim to the other side as unlike my friends I can not swing across".
Yevna Galanodel - Wood Elf | Level 8 | Druid/Circle of Spores 6 - Ranger 2 - Ravnica
Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
"What does she want us to do? And what kind of help can she give us?"
Giving up on the rope, Cinder sees Altani talking and start to swim across. Sighing she thinks, I so did not want to get wet, before looking at Alwin and saying, “Sorry, but looks like we’re having to swim across the rest of it if we’re going across.” Dropping into the water as light as possible, Cinder wishes she could just run across instead.
Athletics 6
Seeing the numerous uncomprehending looks and hearing others among your group speak in questioning tones, Cyprus again speaks in a voice like rustling branches and leaves, though this time speaking in perfect, if somewhat archaic, Elvish,'
"There are no monsters in my lagoon and none have ever drowned in it... that I did not permit to do so, that is. *hehehehehe* Look, see? Your satyr friend has braved the water. Come... join me... though you three only. The others can wait on the far bank, I think."
Cyrpus waves one delicate green hand to indicate that Altani and Cinder may join her, Leap and Kestrell on the Northbank.
As Kestrell makes eye contact with this personification of natural beauty, he is lost momentarily in the Frog Maiden's beguileing smile, the blueness of her eyes and a sense of peacefulness and safety that the half-elf had not felt since taking to the road. Somewhat mesmerised by the vision before him, he almost misses the long serpent like vine that reaches down from a nearby tree to entwine gently about his waist. Looking down at the encircling appendage, the sorcerer notices the sudden growth of a profussion of small, round purple berries along its length as Cyrprus' soft and enchanting voice says again in her old fashioned version of the Elvish tongue,'
"Eat, fair one. Partake of as many as you desire. You are welcome here, Elf-bird. *hehehehehe*"
As Cinder gingerly drops herself into the cold murky water and begins to swim across, Leap appears to tense somewhat and raises his net wielding arm, before a calming word from Cyprus causes the frog man to stand down. Likewise, as a number of the lagoon's natural inhabitants surface and approach the swimmer to investigate, including several large snakes and a juvenille marsh crocodile, a brief sing-song vocal from Cyprus seems enough to cause the wild creatures to go back about their routines.
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
Altani wades into the water, her four legs kicking through the lake as she swims towards the other side.
The centaur switches to elvish "Cypress, my companions and i can not stay. Kestrell can not stay with you. The lives of others depend on all of us..." she indicates towards Kestrell "banding together to aid them. You must help us. Who has been killing the lizardfolk and where can we find the person or thing responsible?
I beg you fine and honorable spirit of the forest. Help us. Tell me what I can do to convince you to help us?"
OCC:
Athletics to swim Athletics 16
Persuasion to convince Cypress to help us Persuasion 21
Yevna Galanodel - Wood Elf | Level 8 | Druid/Circle of Spores 6 - Ranger 2 - Ravnica
Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
'Blushing even harder, and taking a page from Alwin's book, Kestrell stammers:'
"Th...Th...Thank you. I...I...don't normally fly."
'And then quickly reaches out and grabs a handful of the small, purple berries, and pops one in his mouth.'
[OOC]: Hoping it isn't needed, but in case it is: Constitution saving throw: 5
Alwin just nods as Cinder says they will need to swim and jumps in after her, swimming to the edge.
[OOC]
Athletics check: 9
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Mazin nods to Altani, then sees everyone jumping in. That makes much more sense then trying to find a path through the thick vegetation.
"One moment." He begins taking off his pack and greatsword. He will take off his shirt as well, but leaves his two handaxes on his belt. He stretches his arms and cracks his neck as he prepares to dive in.
((OOC: He is obviously preparing to swim across. If no one says anything, he will dive in and swim to the other side. Athletics))13
Seeing the goliath start to disrobe, Altani calls back, "Mazin... Cypress said only the three of us can come across" she indicates to Cinder and Kestrell "Maybe you should wait... Just for now"
Yevna Galanodel - Wood Elf | Level 8 | Druid/Circle of Spores 6 - Ranger 2 - Ravnica
Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
The purple berry is deliciously sweet, and as Kestrell chews and swallows the small fruit he begins to feel an immediate release of warmth and vitality throughout his limbs, somehow acting to magicaly ease his aches and dispel much of the pain he had been enduring since his crash landing.
[OOC] Kestrell gains 1 HP from eating the goodberry. Looking at his still writhing vine 'belt', the sorcerer sees another 11 berries on its length.
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
As Alwin jumps into the water and begins to swim through the murky water, you all hear a *hiss* emitted seemingly from the foliage around you, as Cyprus looks out with displeaure at the splashing fighter. As a the young but still considerable marsh crocodile and several of the lenthy serpents begin to orientate towards the swimming half-elf, the Frog Maiden whispers in a voice still melodic but suddenly tight like a coiling vine,'
"Does not listen, that one. Swim he may... but reach this bank he will NOT. *hehehehehe."
[OOC] All PCs see the metre and a half long crocodile and three large serpents turn and begin swimming towards Alwin, though the crocodile quickly dissapears beneath the lagoon's surface.
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
As Mazin prepares to dive into the lagoon, he clearly hears the *hiss* of displeasure from Cyrpus and notices the wild life in the water act with distinct hostility to his half-elven ally's actions.
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
Standing with one hand caressing the gnarled be-flowered tree beside here, the dryad's other strokes her own delicate chin as she openly appraises Altani's powerful strokes across the lagoon's surface. The serpents gliding through the silty pool part around the centaur as she slices through the murky waters and the paladin sees no sign of the crocodile. Pulling herself dripping from the edge nearest Cyprus and her tree, the plainswarrior sees the frog creature named Leap circle around Kestrell to stand protectively at the Frog Maiden's side.
Finishing her beseeching words to the nature entity, Altani hears the Frog Maiden *sigh* in seeming dissapointment, but nod her head slightly in apparent concession... but then also hears Cyrpus' *hiss* of displeasure as the dryad's gaze fixes on Alwin's swimming form and Mazin who looks to be preparing to do the same.
Leap drops into a defensive crouch as though suspecting foul play, one harm drawn back with the net in preperation for a throw, while his other hand clasps the crude dagger from his equally crude belt. With a slightly narrowed gaze now marring her still idyllically beautiful features, Cypurs' eyes remain fixed on the pending confrontation in the water as she whispers to those of you standing on the Northern bank with her,'
"Do not test me, visitors. For to test me is to test the water and the trees, the beasts and the soil itself. Pretty some of you are... but disobedience and ugliness I will not abide here."
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
"Alwin, out of the water!" Altani calls out, "Quick, she asked for you to wait on the far bank. Hurry Alwin, the crocodile is coming your way. Get out."
The dripping centaur turns to Cypress and speaks in Sylvan,
"He means well Cypress but sometime get overly excited. Call off your protectors, you have nothing to fear from him I swear and I will make sure he gets out of the lake. And I need him to aid me with my quest to get inside Quilinost, a quest I sworn I would complete for one of your dying kin."
Yevna Galanodel - Wood Elf | Level 8 | Druid/Circle of Spores 6 - Ranger 2 - Ravnica
Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
Going the fifteen feet slowly, Cinder will eventually get to the other side. “I prefer sparring to swimming. That took way too much effort.” After catching her breath, she’ll place a hand on her spear and place it back on her back and coil the rope. Turning to face Cyprus, Cinder will wave a dripping hand and greet her. “Hi, Cinder, nice to meet you. Cyprus was it? Sorry I don’t speak your singing language.”
Alwin blinks as he begins to turn around and swim back to shore. He just looks across the bank listening to their conversation. If he reaches the edge he places his hand over his heart as he begins to speak towards her. His lips and tongue speaking a language familiar to Altani and the frogmaiden as Sylvan words come out.
"I...'m so....rry. I me....ant no dis....respect. F...F...orgive me maiden."
[OOC]
athletics check: 14
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9