"I could always try sneaking behind one and grabbing them. Though like polymorph it will be risky. Since they'll no doubt not be very eager to speak with us."

"I may be able to" replies Jahren, "but if I use any other magic I will lose my disguise."  The half elf thinks for a few moments...  "Toc, can you polymorph one of the drow, or otherwise get it out of the tree quietly if I can get us all close?"

Toc nods to Jahren, "I can indeed attempt to polymorph it. I can also cast greater invisibility and dimension door if those help."   He turns to Mirica, "This place is not inhabited by Drow. If they are here, they have come her recently.  I wonder if they are here by chance or not. I also wonder if the 22nd is aware they are here or not. Too many questions with too few answers. One other...ability I have. If we slay one outright, I can capture its soul and question it as long as I'm close enough." 

Chen is rather awed at the discussion between all these spell-casters and their magical powers. But neither is he a stranger to magic. Looking into the trees he murmurs: I could climb up there if you prefer that to flying. Maybe grab one and bring it down for a chat. Turning and seeing the dubious looks aimed at him, Chen grins and says: I might not be able to fly, but there aren't many places I can't walk.

     "I would rather not kill a man just to interrogate them," Fianna says "Unless we've no other choice.  There is always a chance they are here for no ill reason and until we know for sure I would rather not slay for no reason."

     Fianna ponders things for a moment, considers the situation.  "I could attempt to beguile one of them.  Have them quietly come to us.  It should work fine, I don't need to get too close,"  Fianna sounds confident but not positive.  "It'd only last a minute though, so you all would need be prepared to subdue him, quietly, once he was out of sight of the others."

Then let's do it," energetically nodded Mirica, "the simpler - the better. We hide and wait and when one comes - Chen can grab him. If not one is inclined to come - that Dimension door might help: blink there, grab, blink here. Shall we?" 

"Very difficult to charm a drow" repeats Jahren.  "Ok let's get close.  I can cover us a bit.  You can try your charm if you like, Toc can try to poly it into a turtle, Chen, SinSin and Loane can use their physical gifts to go snatch him, or catch the turtle, if they see fit."

Jahren cats Pass Without Trace to allow the group to get close enough to try a few things while sticking together.  He heads off towards one of the known drow at the end of the line, trying to approach from an angle the other scouts can't easily see.

Stealth: 14 plus 10

(I hope he waits until others at least establish the order they are going to try their tricks)

((I think best would be Toc to try Polymorph once within range, if that does not work Fianna will try Dominate Person.  If she can't make them slink down to us then things get physical...))

Chen pads quietly through the undergrowth, ready to leap out and grab any drow that drops from the treetops.

Stealth: 23 +10

Fianna Stealth: 10 +10 for Pass Without...

Mirica Stealth: 26 +7 (mixed up numbers)

"Go ahead and give your charm a try if you like, you may just get him after all" whispers Jahren.  "It would be the better outcome than a turtle-drow.  Toc can be ready in a split second if it goes poorly."

As Fey magic begins to weave around the party, each member notices their footsteps become muffled.  Tiny shadows surround them, toying with the daylight.  As they look about they only catch glimpses of one another, even the mighty Chen only partially visible to those who know he is there, and not there at all at times when one blinks.

Jahren pulls out his carpet and sits atop it, ready to park under the tree if need be to try to catch any falling turtles, or fly up and grab one if the helpless little beast someone balances itself on the tree branch.  He invites Loane or SinSin to join him, hoping their dextrous skill will be better at snatching the potential turtle captive than his own.  (He will of course NOT do this if the carpet does not benefit from the Pass Without Trace magic, leaving the turtle catching effort to those on foot.)

     Once the party is within sixty feet or less, and believe they are relatively hidden from other sentry Drow, Fianna will concentrate upon the particular draw we have agreed upon and attempt to beguile the heck out of them!  Everyone knows the plan, that Fianna will attempt to beguile and instruct them to come, stealthily, to the group... And that if the spell fails and the Drow target acts in any other way then Toc should have him Polymorph prepped and ready to turn them into a turtle.  An ordinary turtle that is well past it's teenaged years, not mutated and definitely has no martial arts skills.

     If Fianna and Toc both fail, then things get physical and likely loud and messy and chaotic.  There will be fisticuffs, and arrows and bags of holdings and possible cupcakes.  It's always wise to have the option of cupcakes.

     So, Fianna casts Dominate Person upon the target, looking to charm them and instruct them to "Quietly and Stealthily come to me."  

     "Even if this works, we only got 60 seconds," she quietly reminds everyone...

7 (ouch)

Fey energy sparkles around Fianna and it's almost as if each of you can hear a faint siren song in your minds, drawing you to her....  The spell is done. 

The group watches closely as the drow in question glances about. He looks over at his allies in other tree perches. Everyone holds there breath a moment, ready to react if he shouts out. Then the drow moves, quietly down the tree, stepping into the bush below and creeping over to the group.  He has studded leather armor on, finely made of black leather with dull black studs. His gear is fine elven make, his bright eyes glance about at the party as he waits in silence before Fianna.

Mirica smiled in disbelieve: "I think now we got much more time, then 60 second. I'd say, all the time in the world. Chen, would you please hold our guest? Gently?"

     "He's compliant for now... Please gag before he's not," Fianna says, pulling a pair of manacles out of her Bag of Holding and putting them on the Drow.

"Very nice" whispers an impressed Jahren, elbowing Fianna gently as he moves past.  "Let's get to a safer place to have a little chat with our friend."

Chen will walk directly behind, arms tensed and ready to grab/restrain/muffle in case the drow shakes off the spell. 

The group withdraws with the pliant dark elf, moving away.  Perhaps two minutes later the group is a good distance from the watch. A squirming dark elf, gagged and shackled is dropped to the ground by Chen.  The thing kicks and hisses in anger at the group.  If eyes could kill....as they saying goes. Toc nods to Fianna, "Nice work as usual."  He unsheathes his rapier, pointing it's tip near the Drow, "Now, you'll tell us why your people are here and how many of you there are."  The Drow's hateful eyes glare searingly at Toc, he swings a leg trying to kick him and then throws his body forward trying to impale his own neck on the blade, which Toc nimbly withdraws in time.   Toc drops the tip of his blade.  "Well, that didn't work. Do I turn him into a turtle now?"