Arrin follows and tells the lumberjack “Be careful. They’ve turned one of us into a frog already.” He stands back after that and let’s the lumberjack negotiate, since apparently the pixies don’t like him anyways.
All of the pixies are either hiding or invisible. You can’t be sure; you just know they are there.
One of them appears in front of the party as the invisibility wears off.
Cinta:
In Sylvan, you hear the pixie say, “What is there to talk about? The cutters did not keep their promise.”
"With your magic can you form an image of the man you made the agreement with? Was it this man? Humans don't live very long so how long ago was the agreement made? Because this man was not told of an agreement, can you tell him what it was exactly and with who exactly so he can make amends as he has said he will."
Hayes looks at the pixie, bewildered. “How would we know about some deal from 200 years ago?”
Cinta:
The pixie speaks again. “200 years must be very long for them then. Is their settlement larger now?”
Cintas head whipped back and forth between the two, " How would they know the original person wasn't still alive? The fey don't really understand mortals."
" Hayes? Do you know who would have made the agreement? Which family had the logging rights that far back?"
She turned back to the fairy,
It is much, much larger now. The people are more than the deer in this forest. Please talk to Hayes the logger and find a new agreement."
Hayes scratches his bearded chin for a moment. “Uhh...I’m not sure. The Darringtons were pretty rich when I was little, but not really any more. The Truscans own much of the land around here though. The Truscan Vale, y’know? They probably have logging rights now. In that case, I doubt I can speak for them. The Prime Arbiter is a..very specific man. He can send an emissary on his behalf.
”Can you tell them that I will return tomorrow with someone who can act as the mouthpiece for the Truscan family?”
Hayes scratches his bearded chin for a moment. “Uhh...I’m not sure. The Darringtons were pretty rich when I was little, but not really any more. The Truscans own much of the land around here though. The Truscan Vale, y’know? They probably have logging rights now. In that case, I doubt I can speak for them. The Prime Arbiter is a..very specific man. He can send an emissary on his behalf.
”Can you tell them that I will return tomorrow with someone who can act as the mouthpiece for the Truscan family?”
" I will!"
" He now understands and will try to find someone related to the person who first made the pact. Much as you now speak on your Mothers behalf. He will return, tommorow with someone who can speak as such."
Cinta turned back towards the others and leant a little on Zoya, " Only yesterday I was a lowly field servant who was struck if I spoke back to my masters and now I am hosting a meeting between High Nobility and the Fey."
" This is a little much....I think I might need....no, I'm ok. I'm ok."
"I am not sure they will need us for this next meeting." Leon says with a frown. "Seems we have completed our work here, the nobles and the forest people can work the rest of this out among themselves I would think." He turns to the wood cutter. "Make sure they have a translater to handle the conversation." With that he nods to his companions. "Seems our work is completed. Shall we head back to the city?"
„I do agree that they should work it out with each other, i also would like to know what kind of compromise they will come up with. I prefer to see things through the end before Moving on. But nothing will happen here for today, so i think we can return to the Darington Brigade for the day.
Hayes and the party take about an hour returning the Deastok, followed by the lumberjacks who were told to go home for the day.
You all travel back to the Darrington estate, and are led into Taryon’s office. He claps before he begins speaking. “So! How was it? Did you find out what was behind the attacks?”
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About a minute and a half, I suppose.
60ft isn’t that far.
So what is everyone doing?
Cinta looked around,
" Come on out. I've brought the leader of the cutter group to talk as agreed."
Zoya rolls her eyes before glancing at Cinta, hoping she knows what she's doing.
"Relax," she says to Hayes. "They aren't going to come out if you're so upset about this."
While trying to keep her voice calm, she prepares her mind for any spell that might hit her again.
Leon stands back, just waiting and trusting in his companions, though he knows them only slightly.
Arrin and Orin?
Like i said, i release hex so that he can negotiate freely. Beside that i will just stand aside and wait. I‘m not holding any weapon.
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]Arrin follows and tells the lumberjack “Be careful. They’ve turned one of us into a frog already.” He stands back after that and let’s the lumberjack negotiate, since apparently the pixies don’t like him anyways.
All of the pixies are either hiding or invisible. You can’t be sure; you just know they are there.
One of them appears in front of the party as the invisibility wears off.
Cinta:
In Sylvan, you hear the pixie say, “What is there to talk about? The cutters did not keep their promise.”
"With your magic can you form an image of the man you made the agreement with? Was it this man? Humans don't live very long so how long ago was the agreement made? Because this man was not told of an agreement, can you tell him what it was exactly and with who exactly so he can make amends as he has said he will."
Cinta sighed and ushered the logger forward.
Cinta:
“The deal was made by my mother about..200 years ago. He does not live that long?”
" No, humans live only 70 years or so. I think the one who made the deal did not tell those that came after him."
Cinta turned to the others and the logger.
" Well. I think we have discovered the problem."
" The pact was made 200 years ago with this fairies mother, as fey they were unaware that humans have a limited lifespan."
" It seems that the original deal maker forgot to pass the information on........or it was ignored."
Hayes looks at the pixie, bewildered. “How would we know about some deal from 200 years ago?”
Cinta:
The pixie speaks again. “200 years must be very long for them then. Is their settlement larger now?”
Cintas head whipped back and forth between the two, " How would they know the original person wasn't still alive? The fey don't really understand mortals."
" Hayes? Do you know who would have made the agreement? Which family had the logging rights that far back?"
She turned back to the fairy,
It is much, much larger now. The people are more than the deer in this forest. Please talk to Hayes the logger and find a new agreement."
Hayes scratches his bearded chin for a moment. “Uhh...I’m not sure. The Darringtons were pretty rich when I was little, but not really any more. The Truscans own much of the land around here though. The Truscan Vale, y’know? They probably have logging rights now. In that case, I doubt I can speak for them. The Prime Arbiter is a..very specific man. He can send an emissary on his behalf.
”Can you tell them that I will return tomorrow with someone who can act as the mouthpiece for the Truscan family?”
" I will!"
" He now understands and will try to find someone related to the person who first made the pact. Much as you now speak on your Mothers behalf. He will return, tommorow with someone who can speak as such."
Cinta turned back towards the others and leant a little on Zoya, " Only yesterday I was a lowly field servant who was struck if I spoke back to my masters and now I am hosting a meeting between High Nobility and the Fey."
" This is a little much....I think I might need....no, I'm ok. I'm ok."
"I am not sure they will need us for this next meeting." Leon says with a frown. "Seems we have completed our work here, the nobles and the forest people can work the rest of this out among themselves I would think." He turns to the wood cutter. "Make sure they have a translater to handle the conversation." With that he nods to his companions. "Seems our work is completed. Shall we head back to the city?"
Zoya pats Cinta's shoulder. "Sleep, you probably need sleep."
She nods at Leon and turns to the group. "I think we should, if everyone is fine with this outcome?"
„I do agree that they should work it out with each other, i also would like to know what kind of compromise they will come up with. I prefer to see things through the end before Moving on. But nothing will happen here for today, so i think we can return to the Darington Brigade for the day.
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]Hayes and the party take about an hour returning the Deastok, followed by the lumberjacks who were told to go home for the day.
You all travel back to the Darrington estate, and are led into Taryon’s office. He claps before he begins speaking. “So! How was it? Did you find out what was behind the attacks?”