Crummock manages to stab the Spiggan in the abdomen.
Einar snarls "You should have stayed in fairy land." and thrusts the glaive at the larger of the fairies.
Einar chops the spriggan vertically into two.
Mr. Whiskers casts magic missile at the remaining fey.
It strikes the fey and it yelps in pain.
The claws connect but do minimal damage.
Desperate, the willy little thing tries to break free, and actually breaks out of the leopard's mouth and hastily back pedals at full speed.
The leopard misses the little critter as it agilely leaps out of the way.
Mr. Whiskers calls our in Sylvan "Are you sure we can't consider each other distant cousins instead? You aren't one of those unfortunate winter touched fey, surrender and leave."
To his friends, he says "I am asking it to surrender and leave."
'I can't get to the redheaded fairy from here, but I have cold iron arrows.' As the large fairy drops, Einar realizes he can't get to the other one quickly. Dropping the rage as he drops his glaive, drawing his bow he fires a cold iron arrow at the pipe blower.
The humanoid gives Mr Whiskers a sad smile. ” Եթե մենք չկարողանանք ետ բերել խրճիթ, մենք պետք է պատժվեն թագուհու Titania: Նա չի առնում ձախողումը լավ. Մենք անմահ է Առաջին համաշխարհային, այնպես որ մենք կարող ենք իսկապես մահանում են այնտեղ:” He sighs, ” Մտածեք այդ մասին, հետեւանքներ, որոնք. An հավերժություն տանջանքի ...”
The arrow catches him in his chest, and he staggers a step backwards.
Should we fail to bring back the Hut, we will be punished by Queen Titania. She does not take failure well. We are immortal in the First World, so we cannot truly die there.
Think about the implications of that. An eternity of torment…
Mr. Whiskers answers it in Sylvan "Then may the sun shine again on you and your queen find your loyalty commendable."
Turning to Einar, he says in Skald "It seems his queen does not allow for surrender. I had not known that when I asked."
Geist snarls, and wades forward through the water, taking a bite...
...whilst Crummock simply wades forward.
After the red haired humanoid has moved, he seems to be more nimble on his feet, and leaps out of the way of Geist's bite.
Mr. Whiskers moves to the south and fires his crossbow at the creature.
As he does this, he asks "Կոչված եմ պարոն բեղ. Կտաք ինձ Ձեր անունը:"
The crossbow bolt falls short. He answers,"իմ անունն է Auraenos. ինչու եք ձգտում խրճիթ, այնքան վատ է, որ դու պատրաստ է սպանել դրա համար."
My name is Auraenos. Why do you want the hut so badly that you're willing to kill for it?
"Կանխելու համար անվերջ ձմեռ, որ ներկայիս թագուհին ցանկանում է բերել աշխարհում:"
”Ինչպես պիտի Hut օգնել, որ. Եթե մենք վերցրել խրճիթ մեզ հետ, չէր լինի մի քիչ զենք Elvana որ կիրառել անվերջ ձմեռ է Golarion.”
How would the Hut help with that? If we took the Hut with us, wouldn’t it be one less weapon Elvana could use to enforce the endless winter in Golarion?
Weird, so it appears that when you move from grapple to pin, enemies no longer take a penalty to dexterity. Annoying.
The aqueous orb rolls towards Hirah and Einar. Hirah manages to get out of the way in time, but Einar does not.
It then tries to wiggle free again.
His steps raising small clouds of steam, Crummock agilely dances around the trapped creature to a flanking position, upon which both he and Geist unleash upon the creature.
Crummock manages the humanoid, Geist manages to bite the creature which does not have much effect, but his two claws do not connect. The humanoid looks badly wounded now, with blood streaming from multiple stab wounds.
The leopard manages to grab it again.
After getting jostled about Einar again escapes from the water orb, "That is enough." Not wanting to hit his companions with a stray arrow, Einar begins moving toward the fairy creature.
Mr. Whiskers reloads his crossbow and watches for an opportunity.
He pulls out his pipes one last time, and blows a discordant sound, blasting Geist and Einar with sonic energy. He moves the aqueous orb up, but can't quite get to Einar.
"I've led you on a fine merry chase, but I suppose this is the end, right?"He stares the whole bunch of people that chased him halfway around the pool.
Crummock frowns, and stabs at the noisy beast.
Geist, his ears flat back against his skull, hisses, and attempts to rip into the thick-skinned creature.
Crummock stabs the humanoid and Geist finally manages to bring him down.
With a sigh of relief, Crummock stabs the creature through his heart.
He then starts looting the area.
The waters of the pool rush inward and fall upward in a sudden, violent rush, leaving behind an expanse of muddy earth. A score of large freshwater oysters are revealed in the muck where the pool sat. The party shucks the oysters to find 7 enormous freshwater pearls, each worth 400 gp.
Crummock heals himself, then moves on to investigate the dead-end, Geist at his side.
The party proceeds up the trail and sees an abandoned wagon in the distance. Einar nearly trips over cleverly concealed tripwire, but the eagled eyed Hirah manages to pull him back before he trips the trap. As Einar works on the trap, two hideous, hunchbacked creature with three glowing blue eyes and oily hair grows from their head and back come out from their hiding places beneath the wagon and start yelling at him, "ኦአይ ከእኛ ወጥመድ ጋር ምን እያደረጉ!"
Oi what are you doing with our trap?
Mr Whiskers can't as hell remember what the heck those two were...really.
Spriggan: MW Morningstar, light crossbow, 20 bolts
Humanoid: Masterwork Rapier, Masterwork pipe
"Well, at least now we know what not to talk about to fey, or most anyone else here most likely." Mr. Whiskers muses as he puts away his crossbow. Getting out a dagger, he picks up one of the oysters and says "At least we get some fresh oysters!" as he shucks it.
'Not talk about?' Einar smiles at his friend, showing his fangs, "You mean that we're working for Baba Yaga? Yeah, I didn't think they would like it either." Shucking an oyster with his Kunai he hands one to Mister Whiskers, "Fresh oysters one of the few things I prefer raw."
Seeing the two creatures, about the same time he notices the trap, Einar starts to work on disabling it. "This may take a while folks, Hirah if you want to use my bow your welcome too it. Mister Whiskers If I need to stop messing with the trap tell me ok?"
Looking down the trail at the monsters, then at the thing Einar is fiddling with, Mr. Whiskers asks "What if we just sprung the trap? Would we be able to get past after that?"
Gesturing towards the wagon, he adds "By the way, those creatures are asking what you are doing with their trap. They don't look happy."
"ይህ ክልል ነው, ከዚህ ውጣ ወይም እኛ መግደል ይችላሉ!" They yell as they move across the snow towards the party, claws upraised.
This is our territory, get out or we'll kill you!
Einar looks from Hirah to Mister Whiskers, "While you folk decide what you want to do, I will start to disable the trap." Einar draws his tools and starts to disable the trap.
With a shrug, Mr. Whiskers then turns to the approaching creatures. I wish I remembered something about these creatures. They speak undercommon, which generally isn't a good sign.
He starts speaking to them in their language.
I am called Mr. Whiskers, and these are my friends, who are you?
As he speaks, he gestures towards the rest of you in a friendly manner.
Maybe I can stall them long enough for Einar to get rid of this trap?
Einar unfortunately, springs the trap as he's trying to disable it.
Thankfully he manages to get out of the way as the tree comes crashing down.
The party no longer sees the two figures, being obscured by the fallen trees. The party can hear the voices of the two creatures on the other side, rather put out, but smug at the same time. "እና እብድ ሁሉ ከጥቅም! እኔ እርሱ ዛፍ መንፈሳቸው ጀመርኩ ተስፋ አደርጋለሁ."
"አሁን የእኛን ወጥመድ ከጥቅም አግኝተናል እና ማቋረጥ ትፈልጋለህ ?! በሲኦል ውስጥ ምንም መንገድ ነው." They growl angrily.
And that idiot ruined everything! I hope he got crushed by the tree.
Now you've ruined our trap and you want to cross?! No way in hell.
Thankful that he had taken a few steps back, Mr. Whiskers watches as trees fall.
Mr. Whiskers explains to his friends "They are grumpy about the trap going off, and don't want us to cross." Looking around, he then asks "Do we cross anyways, or do we look for another route?"
'Blast, didn't mean to set off the trap.' Einar shrugs, b"It shouldn't be that tough to climb over. But what does everyone else want to do?"
Mr. Whiskers looks at the pile of logs for a moment, then shakes his head and says "Drop me a knotted rope once you've climbed up, I might be able to manage it then."
Looking at the others, he adds "If someone wants to go over, I believe we found a potion of invisibility and another of fly. Otherwise, I think we explore the other areas."
Looking at the logs again, he offers "If some of you think you can climb fast enough, I might be able to use my spell to make another of you invisible."
Dark forested paths lead north, east and south out of this large clearing, but the way to the north is blocked by a rippling hemisphere of churning darkness and twisted shadows. The surrounding trees seem to lean towards the area as swirls of nearby snow and forest debris are sucked into the vortex, accompanied by a distant roar of wind. On the other side of the dark phenomenon, the path leads to a forest clearing containing a dilapidated wooden hut perched atop two giant chicken legs, surrounded by a picket fence of bleached bones.
Mr Whiskers knows that the vortex is some kind of extraplanar portal or gateway that seems to be siphoning away reality itself. As such, it cannot be passed through or bypassed.
The vortex is not a spell effect, but rather a form of ritual magic. It is unlikely that the dancing hut created it, something else did.
The vortex will take some time before it drains reality away from this area, taking everything nearby with it, but no more than a week at most.
Multiple external sources sustain the vortex. If they are all destroyed, the backlash should disrupt the vortex as well.