The Exploits of Misfit Company

Vastra holds up the jar of essence. "Yvan darling, we were already there. We just got back. I've read that the magic of the Feywild can cause those without Fey blood to forget that they were ever there upon leaving the plane, but I've never actually seen it myself. Unfortunate, but interesting."

Kasha shoots Yvan a silly yet quizzical look at his question.

Alys too would look to Yvan. She'd await his reaction to the news to see if she could tell whether he truly felt a loss from the missing memory. Immediately the scholar's mind fluttered to a spell that she had been considering for some time. Perhaps... She'd shake her head.

 "All I know that it is good to be back home!" Flawless declares after taking a deep wiff of the air. "Close enough, anyhow. Feels like its been forever since the last time I stepped foot here. A lot more muted in tone than I remembered, but... hmm... Ah whatever! What's more important is that I find myself back to a major town again, and settle 'those' affairs'."

Having said that, Flawless bows to the others, and then takes his leave of the immediate area to generally talk with the local populace.

The whole while Barnabus sat in some corner near the portal, still playing with his cube, and seeming wholly enraptured by the process. And yet, once everyone more or less got their bearings he says, "Welcome Back" without looking up.

Yvan can't help but give the group a confused look, then eyes the jar Vastra holds in her hands. "No... No we... didn't? I don't..." He mutters, rubbing the back of her head this time. The goliath's brows furrow as he tries to force himself to remember the events that happened, but to no avail. "... S-sorry... I guess... I did forget it all..." He says, unsure of how to really feel about it.

He then passes a look to Bixby, then points to him and looks to the others and asks, "What happened to him?"

On the founding of Riisel

After the Gods of Light had prevailed against their evil counterparts, it was time for them to depart from the Material Plane and leave their creations to rule themselves and have dominion over the world that they had created for them. All at once, they departed from this world in a magnificent burst of light.The spot where this occurred was considered to be sacred to the worshipers of those gods, who regularly made pilgrimages from all across the continent to that spot to pay tribute to their gods, or pray to them in times of trouble. Eventually, the worshipers built temples around that area and shortly after, people began to build their homes near the temples, and as the years passed, the area around the temples became a village, then a town, then a city. 

The lord of this city was a man named Orion Hyrax. Orion was an ambitious man, who sought to expand his city into a nation. He knew that the paladins and clerics of the city, while dedicated, were not enough to win many battles against his neighbors. But he was clever. He knew that there were other ways to gain power than by winning on the battlefield. When the lord of Merisia announced that his daughter was looking for a husband to marry, he encouraged his son to pursue her, in the hopes of securing an alliance with the lord. His efforts were successful and it wasn't long before Orion convinced his ally that the two of them would be able to accomplish great things together, with Merisia possessing incredible wealth due to its access to overseas trade and Riisel having the houses of faith for multiple religions. The two cities soon joined to become one state. And they would indeed accomplish great things. Riisel expanded it borders to the north, west, and south, primarily by showing its intended vassals that they had more to gain by being a part of Riisel than not, but there were occasions when they engaged in military conflict with their rivals over neutral territory that was between them. 

It took 50 years, but Orion had accomplished what he had set out to do. Riisel was now a nation, with him ruling as King Orion Hyrax, the first of a dynasty that would reign over Riisel for over 5,000 years, to this very day.

"As it turns out, Kasha's mother lives in the Feywild and we happened to stumble into her and her friends dancing. Barnabus attempted to flirt with her, despite being warned not to do so and it didn't turn out well for him. So he came back here. You can ask him if you want more of an explanation."

Vastra will give the jar of essence to Hiatho. "Excellent work. Forging the armor will take time. I suggest you make yourselves comfortable."

Kasha huffed and rolled her eyes, remembering the whole incident. She looked up at the sky for a moment, as if silently saying a few words of her own regarding a certain someones behavior.

Bixby says nothing. Nor would he add to anything, even if questioned on the subject. His only concern was the puzzle cube to the point of seeming to ignore all else going around him. While he could silently acknowledge the sketchiness of his own actions, not once had he been warned against flirting with the fey, or the full extent of the planes magic. Only in casually making deals with them, or as far as he could remember from Hiatho.

 Or had it been the eladrins magic at play? A mystery to him, and one he was happy to not pursue any further. But if after awhile idle conversation stayed on the plane, he gets up, and moves as far away out of earshot as possible.

Yvan looks between Bixby and the huffy Kasha, brow raised in question. The flirting did sound like a thing he would do, even if it were Kasha's mom, but the blatant ignoring and general... moodiness? Were there more things he forgot than just the trip to the wilds? With a hand still to his head, he sits down somewhere and wonders if he got a concussion during the supposed trip. He looks over to Alys with a frown thinned on his lips. "Do... do you mind checking out my head to make sure I didn't... hit it or something?"

Had the cleric complied, he would lower his voice for only her to hear. "Has he always been like that? Bix, I mean... And did he and Kasha get into a fight I can't remember?" The goliath cradles his head in his hands, finding that the sudden loss of memory was affecting him more than he anticipated it to.

"You didn't hit your head." Kasha said, laying on the floor, lazily. "You're experiencing a side effect of the plane." she said simply, and matter of factly. "One that causes memory loss and the sudden urge to hit on one's naked mother." The last part she added with a heavy dose of sarcastic fury.

Alys would inhale deeply and her eyes would soften as she looks up at the goliath. Although it was not the most pleasant of memories for some of their crew, it was still a part of his life experience that vanished against his will. And that, was something the divination wizard understood and felt as a loss. Though, she would actually chuckle a little bit when he'd asked if he bumped his head. The barbarian has taken plenty of blows that would of knocked the average joe out for a week. The cleric would reach up as far as she could to Yvan, providing him with the comfort of checking him over anyway. "Kasha is correct in that you're experiencing a side effect of leaving the plane. Unfortunately on your return back here, you seem to have lost your memory of the events that occurred there." Memories come with their own views and perspectives, but should the day come that she'd finally be able to extract them, she'd be willing to share hers with him. It would not be from the same point of view, of course, but he could at least get a sense of what he had experienced should he feel at a loss.

Lowering her voice to match Yvan's, Alys would respond to his questions. "This is another side of B that I'm not familiar with. Though distant," She'd sigh, "It's him. I don't know what he's going through, but he's pushing m- us, further away. I believe he's fighting a battle of his own." Although she had been saddened for some time, Kasha's hurt was fresh and actual words, an argument if you will, occurred that perhaps created a rift. And Alys felt that hurt with her, whether B wanted to acknowledge a bond amongst friends or not. With Kasha's sarcasm, there was no dancing around Yvan's second question. She could only simply nod. It was Kasha's, and B's story and perspective to tell. It was not hers.

Alys, roll an arcana check to try and see if you know if there's a way to help Yvan recall what happened in the Feywild.

Arcana: 10 + Guidance: 4

Alys: His memories would be restored by Greater Restoration

Yvan would listen to Kasha, then to Alys, still cradling his head, trying to see if he could possibly force a memory to resurface. He remembered taking the necklace, standing near the portal... then a gap, and there they were now, waiting for the smith to make Kasha the armor. Nothing would come up no matter how hard to thought on it, and the crease formed from him brows remained with a frown. Had he remembered anything, he could try and help patch up the slowly growing rift in the group, but with no memory, what use was he? His frown only deepened. 

"Was it really bad? ... I've never seen either of them like this..." He says quietly to Alys, worry clear in his voice. Kasha had normally been so happy-go-lucky and goofy, but now she was upset and huffy, which normally didn't last too long with her, however he had to assume it had been a good few hours (maybe days?) since the incident, so it was very much serious to her. Bix had varying personalities, but this one was new and much too different from the others he had shown them. Distant, as she said, almost cold in a way. He looks up to Alys, his eyes somber, he at a loss. "I-is there something we can do?"

"It..." Alys would pause trying to think of the right word or words, but simply could only come up with "It was hurtful." Her eyes sad and glancing downward. She didn't expect Kasha to bounce back right away from this. With time she believed the druid's infectious energy would return. Though, without further discussion or an apology, Alys imagined the wound from the act that lead to the incident would remain with Kasha. She'd look back up to Yvan, also a bit at a loss herself. Her eyes would shift as she'd fish for a solution, or even words to provide Yvan with an answer. She'd start with the easiest. "As for your memory, there is a spell that can restore it." Alys would pause before offering the two simple things that came to mind for B. "We ask, or we wait."

Stella listens to the discussions quietly, wishing she could help. But she knows nothing of magic beyond a couple simple tricks, enough to grease the wheels if someone's being difficult and summon Obsidian. And people...the rogue just resisted letting out a defeated sigh. She'd grown up learning how to read and talk to people, but now she knew it wasn't so that she could help them. It was because her parents wanted her to manipulate them. So Stella settled for sitting quietly with the group while the others talked, and mentally convincing Obsidian not to run into the forge.

Kasha curled into a ball on the floor and took a nap, weary from the events of the last few days.

After a few hours, Kasha wakes up to find that there is a nice set of Dragon Scale Mail (Black) waiting for her. "Your armor is ready for you. We will not force you from this place, but when you are finished here, visit the Master of Eagles before you leave."