Eric came through too and there was a hope that Xylys will follow as well. Or will be waiting on the other side that was also good and allowed Alyna to relax and finally fully enjoy the view. She did not know the words to describe that enchanting beauty around and after a few moments of quiet dreamy gazing at the unbelievably big and bright stars simply said: "This is so beautiful. I think we are in a fairyland now." She did not run off anywhere and did not hurry anymore - all in good time - but was ready to follow anyone who would choose a direction.
"The dim is well suited to such a moment and I am reluctant to taint it... But I think it would be best if we could see a wee bit better," Shayne says, grabs his flute and plays a quick couple of notes which somehow transform into four glowing orbs... They hover close for a moment but then slowly spiral out, expanding the area they enlighten until they are all 20-30 feet away from Shayne. They maintain that distance but slowly swirl in an orbit... Shayne says nothing more, just takes a moment to take in the scene as best he can.
"The dim is well suited to such a moment and I am reluctant to taint it... But I think it would be best if we could see a wee bit better," Shayne says, grabs his flute and plays a quick couple of notes which somehow transform into four glowing orbs... They hover close for a moment but then slowly spiral out, expanding the area they enlighten until they are all 20-30 feet away from Shayne. They maintain that distance but slowly swirl in an orbit... Shayne says nothing more, just takes a moment to take in the scene as best he can.
Seeing everyone disappear, Xylys shudders, "Ah, moldy cow patties. they're all crazy," and steps into the fairy ring.
XYLYS finds himself standing atop the nighted hill.
The stars glare down at him from the dark heavens, outshone by the unnaturally long arc of the new moon.
He feels suddenly chilly, though no wind blows and his companions do not shiver.
He sees no creatures lurking in the moonlit night beyond the glow of Shayne's conjured orbs, yet the sorcerer feels somethingwatching him. Or is it his imagination?
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"We should stay close together. Something seems, different. I know we just entered through a fairy ring, which is strange to say the least, but the woods have a darker feel to them". His eyes dart from one thicket to the next. Hand hovering over the hilt of his sword.
While waiting for the awe to leave Alyna's eyes he turns his to the ground around.
Eric would have to wait for quite a while. Though now, when everyone came, she got some of the scenery and Shayne added some pretty fires to the already enchanting picture, her impatience left completely and she even nodded to the suggestion to stay together here. The girl stopped looking at the stars and tried to figure out the more close environment. "I wonder if we go the same way, search for the same paths - would we come to the similar places?"The question was probably difficult to understand but she knew what she meant.
THE LAY OF THE LAND appears the same as it did by daylight, before the party crossed the ring, but no one can be sure that night hides no changes. The view from the top of the hill offers a good look at the tops of trees, and one can easily pick out the rise of other, lesser hills not far distant, but ground-level details such as the course of trails through the forest cannot be ascertained from way up here.
The strangest detail is above, not below. The moon shouldn't be new, not yet, and its curve shouldn't be so long. Yet there it is, seeming to sail through a river of stars yet not making any discernable progress; just a queer suggestion of motion.
A light breeze plays around the hill, setting the long grass to waving, silver filaments in the moonlight.
The tinkling of windchimes or tiny bells drifts up from somewhere below.
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Eric heads the faint tinkling and tries to focus in on where the noise is coming from.
Perception 12
((I was waiting for Shayne or Xylys to chime in (pun intended). But I guess we're all waiting for the (less-than) knowledgeable woodsman to lead the way))
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Shayne lends an ear to the wind chines and bells, trying to discern if there is a pattern or rhythm to them, of if likely caused by the wind. If some pattern does seem to exit, Shayne tries to respond by whistling it back, or pulling out his flute to join in...
Perception: 6 ((Hmph, not liking that Wisdom rules this roll but it is what it is...))
Eric can't figure out from whence the chimes are sounding.
Shayne is positively mystified. But he does feel the music at a basic level, and when he takes up a variation on the chimes with his flute, he finds himself playing as sweetly and fluidly as ever he has.
Presently, downhill at the edge of the woods, a gaggle of rabbit-sized things hops into view and advances a few paces uphill, seeming intent on your party.
As they get a bit closer, you get a better look. The creatures appear vaguely humanoid in outline, but with large, bent legs.
"Well hello there," Shayne says in a chipper tone. "Are you the welcoming committee, come to take us to the miller?"
The little beings--the rescue party counts nine--hop closer still, coming halfway up the tall mound's slope. Their upper parts look quite humanlike, with large, lambent eyes set in delicate faces. But below the waist, they resemble huge crickets. They wear belts of woven grass. All at once, comb-ridged insectile wings unfold from the diminutive hoppers' backs, glinting darkly in moonlight. And then the wings shift angles, so that one rubs against the other, producing a sound like fiddles but higher and sweeter.
The fairy fiddlers leap about, still playing, and wend their way downhill toward the dark forest...
"Shall we... well, I don't know if we want to follow them, they're odd creatures for sure, but we should at least explore?" Shayne asks, already stepping forward. "If our missing miller might be around then we needs do some exploring."
Shayne ambles down the hill in the direction they would have come from in that other world. He has one of each of his Dancing Lights floating about five feet ahead of, and to the left, of himself and each of his companions. "Don't dawdle too much, the light cannot get too far from me without winking out," he warns.
"I will not," Alyna followed Shayne downhill, on the go explaining Eric fey etiquette. "Come on, even you know better than talk like that with fairy. You are in their forest and they hold grudges, you know that. Be nice. It's easy: whatever you want to say - don't! No comment on their look unless you want to compliment them, you know, like saying how lovely they are. But better do not say anything, you never know what can offend a fairy." "They sound pretty," added she a few steps later but then just followed, glancing around at time.
A woodsman he was. But this was no ordinary woods. Knowing he was now out of his element, he defers to Alyna's council. Looking at the one who stared at him he speaks disjointedly "You have....lovely....wings".Deciding he is probably best served with silence, he follows Shayne and his floating light.
"Making a wild assumption here... But this landscape seems a copy of ours, yes? So maybe the paths would be the same? Would it make any sense to find the clearing where we found the miller's wagon? And, uh, Eric? Can you guide us well enough to keep us well away from the giant spider area?" Shayne asks while slowly walking down the hill try to catch signs that this is indeed a copy of their world...
Alyna nodded energetically: "This is exactly what I meant. And if I was the miller who did not know where he is and how he got here, I would search for the path home or to familiar place. May be the wagon."
Eric came through too and there was a hope that Xylys will follow as well. Or will be waiting on the other side that was also good and allowed Alyna to relax and finally fully enjoy the view. She did not know the words to describe that enchanting beauty around and after a few moments of quiet dreamy gazing at the unbelievably big and bright stars simply said: "This is so beautiful. I think we are in a fairyland now." She did not run off anywhere and did not hurry anymore - all in good time - but was ready to follow anyone who would choose a direction.
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Dice
"The dim is well suited to such a moment and I am reluctant to taint it... But I think it would be best if we could see a wee bit better," Shayne says, grabs his flute and plays a quick couple of notes which somehow transform into four glowing orbs... They hover close for a moment but then slowly spiral out, expanding the area they enlighten until they are all 20-30 feet away from Shayne. They maintain that distance but slowly swirl in an orbit... Shayne says nothing more, just takes a moment to take in the scene as best he can.
(Disadvantage negated for nearby objects)
Seeing everyone disappear, Xylys shudders, "Ah, moldy cow patties. they're all crazy," and steps into the fairy ring.
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
XYLYS finds himself standing atop the nighted hill.
The stars glare down at him from the dark heavens, outshone by the unnaturally long arc of the new moon.
He feels suddenly chilly, though no wind blows and his companions do not shiver.
He sees no creatures lurking in the moonlit night beyond the glow of Shayne's conjured orbs, yet the sorcerer feels something watching him. Or is it his imagination?
"We should stay close together. Something seems, different. I know we just entered through a fairy ring, which is strange to say the least, but the woods have a darker feel to them". His eyes dart from one thicket to the next. Hand hovering over the hilt of his sword.
While waiting for the awe to leave Alyna's eyes he turns his to the ground around.
Perception 15
Eric would have to wait for quite a while. Though now, when everyone came, she got some of the scenery and Shayne added some pretty fires to the already enchanting picture, her impatience left completely and she even nodded to the suggestion to stay together here. The girl stopped looking at the stars and tried to figure out the more close environment. "I wonder if we go the same way, search for the same paths - would we come to the similar places?" The question was probably difficult to understand but she knew what she meant.
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Dice
THE LAY OF THE LAND appears the same as it did by daylight, before the party crossed the ring, but no one can be sure that night hides no changes. The view from the top of the hill offers a good look at the tops of trees, and one can easily pick out the rise of other, lesser hills not far distant, but ground-level details such as the course of trails through the forest cannot be ascertained from way up here.
The strangest detail is above, not below. The moon shouldn't be new, not yet, and its curve shouldn't be so long. Yet there it is, seeming to sail through a river of stars yet not making any discernable progress; just a queer suggestion of motion.
A light breeze plays around the hill, setting the long grass to waving, silver filaments in the moonlight.
The tinkling of windchimes or tiny bells drifts up from somewhere below.
Eric heads the faint tinkling and tries to focus in on where the noise is coming from.
Perception 12
((I was waiting for Shayne or Xylys to chime in (pun intended). But I guess we're all waiting for the (less-than) knowledgeable woodsman to lead the way))
Shayne lends an ear to the wind chines and bells, trying to discern if there is a pattern or rhythm to them, of if likely caused by the wind. If some pattern does seem to exit, Shayne tries to respond by whistling it back, or pulling out his flute to join in...
Perception: 6 ((Hmph, not liking that Wisdom rules this roll but it is what it is...))
Performance if he hears a tune: 24
Eric can't figure out from whence the chimes are sounding.
Shayne is positively mystified. But he does feel the music at a basic level, and when he takes up a variation on the chimes with his flute, he finds himself playing as sweetly and fluidly as ever he has.
Presently, downhill at the edge of the woods, a gaggle of rabbit-sized things hops into view and advances a few paces uphill, seeming intent on your party.
As they get a bit closer, you get a better look. The creatures appear vaguely humanoid in outline, but with large, bent legs.
"Well hello there," Shayne says in a chipper tone. "Are you the welcoming committee, come to take us to the miller?"
The little beings--the rescue party counts nine--hop closer still, coming halfway up the tall mound's slope. Their upper parts look quite humanlike, with large, lambent eyes set in delicate faces. But below the waist, they resemble huge crickets. They wear belts of woven grass. All at once, comb-ridged insectile wings unfold from the diminutive hoppers' backs, glinting darkly in moonlight. And then the wings shift angles, so that one rubs against the other, producing a sound like fiddles but higher and sweeter.
The fairy fiddlers leap about, still playing, and wend their way downhill toward the dark forest...
In his usual tactful manner, Eric says what's on his mind. "What manner of creature are you? You know your legs are bent the wrong way, yes?"
One of the little creatures looks back at Eric, big unblinking eyes staring, but none of the little cricket-men answer.
The music-making fairies hop on toward the tree-line.
"Shall we... well, I don't know if we want to follow them, they're odd creatures for sure, but we should at least explore?" Shayne asks, already stepping forward. "If our missing miller might be around then we needs do some exploring."
Shayne ambles down the hill in the direction they would have come from in that other world. He has one of each of his Dancing Lights floating about five feet ahead of, and to the left, of himself and each of his companions. "Don't dawdle too much, the light cannot get too far from me without winking out," he warns.
"I will not," Alyna followed Shayne downhill, on the go explaining Eric fey etiquette. "Come on, even you know better than talk like that with fairy. You are in their forest and they hold grudges, you know that. Be nice. It's easy: whatever you want to say - don't! No comment on their look unless you want to compliment them, you know, like saying how lovely they are. But better do not say anything, you never know what can offend a fairy." "They sound pretty," added she a few steps later but then just followed, glancing around at time.
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Dice
A woodsman he was. But this was no ordinary woods. Knowing he was now out of his element, he defers to Alyna's council. Looking at the one who stared at him he speaks disjointedly "You have....lovely....wings". Deciding he is probably best served with silence, he follows Shayne and his floating light.
"Making a wild assumption here... But this landscape seems a copy of ours, yes? So maybe the paths would be the same? Would it make any sense to find the clearing where we found the miller's wagon? And, uh, Eric? Can you guide us well enough to keep us well away from the giant spider area?" Shayne asks while slowly walking down the hill try to catch signs that this is indeed a copy of their world...
Alyna nodded energetically: "This is exactly what I meant. And if I was the miller who did not know where he is and how he got here, I would search for the path home or to familiar place. May be the wagon."
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice