Shayne mumbles and groans a bit as he stirs out of the enforced sleep. "uunnnnnnhhh... husband? No.... no... she definitely never said anything about a..... Huh? What?? Hey, What's huh??" Shayne sits upright, hand running through his hair as he tries to get his bearings, and to distract from his other going towards his blade.
But as he looks about him he remembers what happened and thinks he figured out the rest. He pulls his knees up and wraps his arms around them, a smile finding him as he watches the flitting about of their new friends.
"Well greetings to you all then. Did I miss out on the party?"
"Sort of,"a bit absentmindedly answered Alyna, thinking about how to convey all the information. At the end she simply repeated all the fey told her, including cavalcade. "I never heard of some fey queens. There are scary stories about Wildhunt, of course. Though it never about fey, it is about undead mostly. They all go the same way: whoever sees the hunt, is grabbed and dragged along, or charmed to go with it on his own and then lost forever."The stories were numerous, one scarier than the other and non could be associated with this lovely (in general) merry folk. May be it had nothing to do with the "cavalcade" after all. Still, there was a human and that human followed the queen. And they all wen west. So this is where they were supposed to go, right?
“Begabble poteen wowza,” Xylys mumbled as he shook his head. “What happened? I was dreaming little tiny things were poking me with toothpicks.” As his sensés return to him, Xylys looks at the fairies, grimaces and shrugs. “Thanks for not being unreasonable, I guess.”
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“Begabble poteen wowza,” Xylys mumbled as he shook his head. “What happened? I was dreaming little tiny things were poking me with toothpicks.” As his sensés return to him, Xylys looks at the fairies, grimaces and shrugs. “Thanks for not being unreasonable, I guess.”
One of the fairies flies close to Xylys and hovers before him.
"We do know what friend means, silly giant!"
Squinting, Xylys realizes this one is a female, though dressed much the same as the others: green and gray and brown clothing that looks as if it's made of mouse pelts, grass, and silk.
A brief scan of the glade reveals a number of pretty little flowers. Eric quickly gathers several and attempts to make a posie for the wee female. Handing it over he whispers "Pretty flowers for a pretty lady." He smiles broadly.
"Excuse me, but it seems we have ventured later into the day than expected. I am familiar with woods, but not these. Is there somewhere we might seek shelter for the night?" He questions the wee-folk he presented the bouquet to.
“And sorry, good people, but was there mention of a special moon? Are we out of luck finding our missing friend for most a month?” Shayne asked. He was still a bit drowsy and afraid he was missing a lot of important details...
Then again, details were malleable when it comes to prose and poetry and, well, pretty much everything.
The fairy girl accepts the posie from Eric and thanks him before flying off with it.
A moment later, the other fairies leave off conversation with Alyna and gather around Shayne. They begin to dance, one instant prancing on the grass, the next leaping up into the air and flying.
Presently, the fairy that Eric had given the flowers returns. She tells him that he might camp in the big clearing with the running water to the west, if he likes to sleep under the stars, or maybe in the trees near it if he fears raindrops drowning him.
Shayne casts Dancing Lights and creates four glowing orbs of light. Shayne then has the Dancing Lights, well dance! The orbs of light join in on the circling and flying of the wee folks, mimicking their actions the best a ball of light can...
"Little lady, is there a way through to that clearing more direct than the path we have already taken? I fear we would end up travelling in the dark." He asks of his new girlfriend. "Perhaps a way that is big enough for us giants?"
"Little lady, is there a way through to that clearing more direct than the path we have already taken? I fear we would end up travelling in the dark." He asks of his new girlfriend. "Perhaps a way that is big enough for us giants?"
''Oh, yes, you'll have to walk. Let me think..." She screws up her dainty face in a comical imitation of someone concentrating very hard. Then she says, ''Just take the deer trail out from this glade toward the west. It connects with the huge clearing. Fastest way for you great big striders!"
Shayne casts Dancing Lights and creates four glowing orbs of light. Shayne then has the Dancing Lights, well dance! The orbs of light join in on the circling and flying of the wee folks, mimicking their actions the best a ball of light can...
The fairies love Shayne's magic show. They dance wildly at first, then more slowly, moving in graceful circles and singing in trilling voices with strange words.
Those who understand Elvish speech can make out the lyrics:
Over hill, over dale, Through bush, through brier, Over park, over pale, Through flood, through fire! I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green; The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours; In those freckles live their savours; I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
((We talked about the option to swap out some language for tool proficiencies instead, I think? I think you mentioned taking cooking utensils? I never got around to it but Shayne would have taken... Something. Another instrument or such. If we didn't know there was elves, how would we speak elvish?))
((We talked about the option to swap out some language for tool proficiencies instead, I think? I think you mentioned taking cooking utensils? I never got around to it but Shayne would have taken... Something. Another instrument or such. If we didn't know there was elves, how would we speak elvish?))
(Alyna has a very good background reason for understanding the language.
And as mentioned earlier, it is also a language scholars may study. The Elvish civilization preceded that of Mankind, at least in this part of the world.
You can certainly swap out a language for an instrument. It's an option for you, not a restriction.)
"Thank you, fair folk, we must be going then." (What time is it now?)
It's late afternoon sliding toward evening, maybe three hours at the most till nightfall.
Based on the fairy's directions, your party can reach that big clearing--likely the same one you passed through earlier today, before you went down the trail to the webbed woods of Spithrax--in an hour or two. That would leave you time to make a camp.
Shayne mumbles and groans a bit as he stirs out of the enforced sleep. "uunnnnnnhhh... husband? No.... no... she definitely never said anything about a..... Huh? What?? Hey, What's huh??" Shayne sits upright, hand running through his hair as he tries to get his bearings, and to distract from his other going towards his blade.
But as he looks about him he remembers what happened and thinks he figured out the rest. He pulls his knees up and wraps his arms around them, a smile finding him as he watches the flitting about of their new friends.
"Well greetings to you all then. Did I miss out on the party?"
The fairies giggle at Shayne's remarks.
"Sort of," a bit absentmindedly answered Alyna, thinking about how to convey all the information. At the end she simply repeated all the fey told her, including cavalcade. "I never heard of some fey queens. There are scary stories about Wildhunt, of course. Though it never about fey, it is about undead mostly. They all go the same way: whoever sees the hunt, is grabbed and dragged along, or charmed to go with it on his own and then lost forever." The stories were numerous, one scarier than the other and non could be associated with this lovely (in general) merry folk. May be it had nothing to do with the "cavalcade" after all. Still, there was a human and that human followed the queen. And they all wen west. So this is where they were supposed to go, right?
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
“Begabble poteen wowza,” Xylys mumbled as he shook his head. “What happened? I was dreaming little tiny things were poking me with toothpicks.” As his sensés return to him, Xylys looks at the fairies, grimaces and shrugs. “Thanks for not being unreasonable, I guess.”
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
One of the fairies flies close to Xylys and hovers before him.
"We do know what friend means, silly giant!"
Squinting, Xylys realizes this one is a female, though dressed much the same as the others: green and gray and brown clothing that looks as if it's made of mouse pelts, grass, and silk.
A brief scan of the glade reveals a number of pretty little flowers. Eric quickly gathers several and attempts to make a posie for the wee female. Handing it over he whispers "Pretty flowers for a pretty lady." He smiles broadly.
"Excuse me, but it seems we have ventured later into the day than expected. I am familiar with woods, but not these. Is there somewhere we might seek shelter for the night?" He questions the wee-folk he presented the bouquet to.
“And sorry, good people, but was there mention of a special moon? Are we out of luck finding our missing friend for most a month?” Shayne asked. He was still a bit drowsy and afraid he was missing a lot of important details...
Then again, details were malleable when it comes to prose and poetry and, well, pretty much everything.
The fairy girl accepts the posie from Eric and thanks him before flying off with it.
A moment later, the other fairies leave off conversation with Alyna and gather around Shayne. They begin to dance, one instant prancing on the grass, the next leaping up into the air and flying.
Presently, the fairy that Eric had given the flowers returns. She tells him that he might camp in the big clearing with the running water to the west, if he likes to sleep under the stars, or maybe in the trees near it if he fears raindrops drowning him.
Shayne casts Dancing Lights and creates four glowing orbs of light. Shayne then has the Dancing Lights, well dance! The orbs of light join in on the circling and flying of the wee folks, mimicking their actions the best a ball of light can...
"Little lady, is there a way through to that clearing more direct than the path we have already taken? I fear we would end up travelling in the dark." He asks of his new girlfriend. "Perhaps a way that is big enough for us giants?"
''Oh, yes, you'll have to walk. Let me think..." She screws up her dainty face in a comical imitation of someone concentrating very hard. Then she says, ''Just take the deer trail out from this glade toward the west. It connects with the huge clearing. Fastest way for you great big striders!"
The fairies love Shayne's magic show. They dance wildly at first, then more slowly, moving in graceful circles and singing in trilling voices with strange words.
Those who understand Elvish speech can make out the lyrics:
Over hill, over dale,
Through bush, through brier,
Over park, over pale,
Through flood, through fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
(It seems we all speak Elvish)
"Thank you, fair folk, we must be going then." (What time is it now?)
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
((We talked about the option to swap out some language for tool proficiencies instead, I think? I think you mentioned taking cooking utensils? I never got around to it but Shayne would have taken... Something. Another instrument or such. If we didn't know there was elves, how would we speak elvish?))
(For Alyna Elvish makes sense, I swapped another language for tools (Primordial))
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
((Bah! Memories are for the weak!!))
:D
(Alyna has a very good background reason for understanding the language.
And as mentioned earlier, it is also a language scholars may study. The Elvish civilization preceded that of Mankind, at least in this part of the world.
You can certainly swap out a language for an instrument. It's an option for you, not a restriction.)
It's late afternoon sliding toward evening, maybe three hours at the most till nightfall.
Based on the fairy's directions, your party can reach that big clearing--likely the same one you passed through earlier today, before you went down the trail to the webbed woods of Spithrax--in an hour or two. That would leave you time to make a camp.
Then I guess we are going?
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
Sure. unless it looks like rain then why not?