Mindartis, Alathaea, Del, and Flitterbug (and anyone else tagging along) follow the abandoned path. As they go, they see it branches off in a few places, as if the giants also hit the few neighboring villages as well.

You reach the village and find...destruction.  Houses have been knocked down, torn apart and trampled.  The stone structure around the well has been smashed to bits and, you suspect, the stones are now mostly in the well. The mill wheel, and half the wall, has been torn off the mill and apparently thrown.  You can see it  sticking out of the remains of the upper floor of the blacksmith's shop.  There is not a building undamaged, and some have been completely pushed over or burned to the ground.

You see nobody.

Raven and Ethen would go with as well...

"Didn't leave a single stone unturned it seems." Raven says with a scowl at the destruction.

Del's tune becomes more somber This is what we expected, though, from Lady Athaea's recounting. And we were going to clear out the formorians and take the fight to the hags already, not as if we needed any further motivation to avenge. Still, heartbreaking to see. And, I wonder, with the 300-odd waiting at Thamasaille, how many are missing? 

(Mindartis and Altaea's village had around 500-600 inhabitants, so there are quite a few still unaccounted for...including their parents.)

"Almosy half the village," Althaea says sadly.

"...maybe they travelled to a nearby one?" Mindartis looks around, not quite processing the destruction here. "I mean.. if they didnt get all of them."

Del tries to be calm giving the bad news I fear the nearby villages are likewise damaged, Brother Feyord, given what the plants say and Sister Flitterbug saw. I think we track these giants and commit some vengeance and rescue - but given our foes' modus, rescue might come with a delay. 

We can track the formorians, but guessing the victims are cubes somewhere, either there is another staging area besides the warehouse, or already built into the crystal maze. 

"Shall we continue after these giants then?" Raven asks, holding the hilt of her moonblade.

yes Del answers flatly, with M&A&Q all seemingly distraught. He rallies the others as we follow Raven tracking, Ethen in the rear

Flitterbug files up and back down to give directions as seen from above, though the trail is neither subtle or fresh, she feels important doing so

The party heads back up the trail to the giants' abandoned camp and beyond.  For those of you unused to the Feywild, it is an unsettling place, constantly changing and moving. Plants grow back suddenly.  You can look away from a place briefly ad look back to find it completely changed.  You hear strange noises--rustles, chattering, chuckling in the underbrush, but never catch sight of what makes the sounds.  You travel for hours, but the sun never quite sets, and the moon never quite rises. The stars fade in and out of vision overhead. Behind you, the trail fades out of existence under new growth, as if the forest has only been preserving the giant path for discovery, waiting for you to follow it before swallowing it up again.

After what you think was probably a day's travel (hard to tell) the forest seems to change in character.  The leaves cluster overhead as if to intentionally block out the light, and the unseen whispers in the underbrush become hostile and menacing.  Brambles form across your path and clutch at your ankles. Unhealthy-looking plants snake across your path to hide  holes and mudpits.  You eventually come to a place where the brambles are so thickly woven between the trees that it is impossible to simply walk through them any more.

Ahead, you can hear noises in the distance, beyond the thorny barrier.

"Do we send in a scout?" Raven asks the others, as she draws them back a bit from the barrior ahead. "We can't simply walk through that, so we either need some magic to give us a way forward, or we need to cut our way through. Either way would likely be better if we knew what was up there waiting for us."

"You are our scout, aren't you?" Ethen asks with a frown, glancing from Raven to the barrior blocking their path. "I was thinking of someone a bit smaller, like either our pixie friend or our wizard's familiar." Raven says with a glance to Ethen. "Something that can get past those barbs without actually needing to force a path through them.

With Ziia, Del will ask the plants to let them pass

"Do not attack the brambles," Mindartis says seriously, seeming to have a flashback. Althaea looks concerned.

Flitterbug waits to see if asking nicely works - but if it comes to that she would pass through the brambles to see what is up, saying Don't lose track of me Galanodel!

In response, if the Speak with Plants try does not work, Del keeps a Message channel open making sure FB is reachable

The brambles do not respond to your polite requests...you sense increasing levels of hostility from them.

Roll perception and dex checks for Flitterbug.

Sad that the brambles fail to respond to instructions, Del listens to M and stops before he makes things worse. He shifts to a tune Keep on keeping at what you love...You'll find that someday soon enough...You will rise up, rise up, yeah... Giving FB some Inspiration for her effort

The tiny gnollbane cracks her knuckles and wriggles through to scout

Perception 22

Acrobatics 7 (if it is a save that would be another +2)

 She'll expend that BI adding 7

Flitterbug flies upward, where there are plenty of gaps between the tree branches and brambles to fly through.  Just as she is about to zoom through a gap, a little shimmer in the air catches her eye, and she stops just before blundering into a nearly invisible spider's web.  Realizing in time that the upper foliage is filled with lurking pixie-eaters and their snares, she returns to the ground and instead wriggles through the hostile and close-growing thorns, cutting through the smaller webs with her blade, though she does take 5 damage doing so. (Half damage, after inspiration boost to roll)

Inside, Flitterbug sees a large clearing, with giant huts around the perimeter.  Beyond the huts, the Fomorians themselves sit around, loafing, gambling, fighting, cooking, and so on. At the center of the clearing stands an enormous tree, larger than Zanderfell's, even bigger than she remembers the Great Pixie Tree.  It may have been beautiful once, but its leaves are turning dry and wilted and discolored.  There are great holes in the ground by its roots, and the figures of Eladrin emerge regularly to stack armfuls of wood onto stacks standing nearby.  Fomorian overseers bellow at them as they work, and from underground, you can hear the muffled noises of faraway sawing and chopping.

FB responds to Del's occasional  Messages - even when struggling, as she is afraid of being lost. So when she is through she tells how far it takes to get clear, and what she sees It might be the biggestest tree and they are wrecking it! It is worse than when they destroyed Our Pixie Tree almost, slowly hurting it!

Del relays the info I think it is the Everlost Tree - is that the right name? - and hence "the splinters". I had no idea we'd get here while scouting the Feyfolk a way home. I'm inclined to attack now while we might get surprise, unless folk think we should regroup with reinforcements

How far through the thorns? We have some Misty Steppers, but not enough to get us all through. Could Q Dimension Door us to a strategic location based on what we know already, or would we need a scouting run?

(The barrier thicket is only about 50 feet thick. Dimension Door would definitely work, since it is not necessary to see the target.)

"Let us do this." Raven says, just get me in there." Ethen nods his agreement.

Mindartis and Althaea look at eachother, "I suppose that explains where the rest of them went," Mindartis says.

Althaea nods, picking strings on her Lyre, and Mindartis starts to lift up into the air. ((Casting Fly on Mindartis))