Vik watches the gnome play with his hair colour and frowns. It would seem that this is more of an outing than a hunt for brigands. He tries to keep a watch on the area around them, but has no real experience in the wilderness.
"What are you blabbing about, Fizzle? The only little ones out here are you and Sly... oh. Well that makes sense, keep close and watch for mischief boys, we're far from alone." Alexandra's voice lowers and she grows a strange look of distrust as she looks around.
Perception
Fizzy mutters a cantrip and makes the smoke coming from Fionn's pipe change color.
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All of a sudden a burst of blinding fireworks comes from Fionn's pipe. The fireworks are a flashing, fiery, momentary burst of glowing, colored aerial lights. Will DC 12 or be blinded for 1d4+1 rounds.
The fire is extinguished and the pipe barely singed.
Fizzy does not close his eyes fast enough. but he does have the wherewithal to listen.
30 feet or so that way! He points towards the sound of the laughter.
"Indeed, give me a moment." Alexandra will then dismount and cast Vanish and make her way into the woods the 30 ft. see what she can see in the two rounds.
will save:
Vik blinks to try and get the after-image out of his sight
"What the blast was that??"
Alexandra emerges from the woods, suddenly appearing, with a beaming smile, "It seems our fellows, are one step ahead of me. They share my affinity for invisibility as well, a shame as I was hoping to see a fey. Do you come from a place like this, Sly?"
Ah, well crude stone steps for us then! We'll continue onward.
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Up the crude steps you come to a patch of high grass, thorn bushes, and some really big vines that snake up out of the grass then descend back into the patch. The vines have thorns the size of small daggers.
You can all see where a very small part in the tall grass where a small creature has gone. Though you could try going around the tall grass or venture forth.
Fizzy pulls an iron flask and casts prestidigitate on it to make it shiny.
Fizzy charges directly into the grass attempting to dodge the thorns.
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Fizzy, that would be an acrobatics check. Escape artist is for when you are grabbed or stuck. You find more than what you were asking for as one of the large vines moves as if it is going to hit you... The vine smacks into you and basically flings you back to your group, the shiny flask soars down into the ravine.
Time to go home.
Fizzy heals himself thrice.
Fizzy then heads back to the ravine and searches for his flask
Hey is that how you treat someone who brings you a gift? Lets be friends, and I might have another one for you.
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Whoops, I see something is missing. Back at your K Nature DC 15 check, check it out...
The check is enough to confirm that the pranks are likely caused by mischievous fey creatures.
You also know that trickster fey can often be befriended with bribes (although fey generally think of these as gifts, eschewing the ugly word “bribe”). Gifts of shiny bits of jewelry, alcohol, sugary food, and potions are particularly useful, although items that incorporate cold iron are generally hated.
New part that was accidentally omitted: Each time a PC leaves a gift, he can make a special Diplomacy check, modifying the result by +1 for each 10 gp of value possessed by the gift.
Vik sits upon his horse watching the antics of the gnome and the invisible "little people" or whatever they are. As they do not seem to pose a significant threat, he just watches.
Fizzy digs in his pouch and finds another two vials, muttering a cantrip to make them shiny. He whips it out and tosses it into the brush.
Another gift!
Then tosses the other to the other side
And one more!
"Thorns! How dreadful poor Fizzy! I propose we find a way around these ghastly things." Alexandra seems geniunely upset to see Fizzy sent flying and gestures quickly at the Twins and Captain Stonefire. They will then try to chart a way around the tall grass for the party to avoid the attacking vines. If it starts to seem like it will take more then an hour to clear it we'll just set-up camp a ways back (so as to not sleep in Fey territory) if everyone agrees this landmark is proving difficult to reach.
Sly comes back right through the tall grass, he stops just inside of it. "What is wrong, you no want to see Bokken?"
"Sly the vines don't like us! Find a way around for us please." Alexandra flashes her eyelashes and after seeing the unfortunate spill Fizzy took will insist on us navigating around.
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His manner is that of a nervous bird or a jittery child, and his speech is swift and clipped as if he’s eager to finish every conversation he starts. "Greetings adventurers, welcome to Bokken's hut!"
Bokken also has a favor to ask the PCs as well—see
the inside back cover of this book. Further, he’s likely
to mention his younger brother if any conversation is
allowed to go on long enough—Bokken spits as he does
so, bitterly holding up his right hand and indicating his
missing pinky finger: “Bastard cut that offa me the last
time he hit my mother, Desna rest her soul. But he took off
right after to live in a hollow tree down south rather than
face the guards, so I guess it all worked out well enough.”
Bokken decided to become a hermit a few years after his
brother (whose name, like many other details of his
childhood, he can’t quite recall due to senility) left
home and their parents passed away. Originally,
Bokken had toyed with the idea of tracking his bully
of a brother down and getting revenge, but the wildlife
in the Greenbelt was too frightening and dangerous,
so instead he settled down not far from the edge of
Rostland to live the rest of his life in nature.
Vik dismounts and stretches his sore and aching muscles. He is still getting use to riding for long periods of time. He hangs back, waiting for Alexandra to make an over-the-top introduction.
I wonder if those men-at-arms are carrying trumpets to blow a fanfare for her when she has to make water! he thinks most uncharitably.
To Fizzy, in Sylvan (the rest of you can see his antics, if you are heading up to the hut) "Well what have they done to spurn you, it is likely them, just give them presents and they will stop tricking you, they like good laughs just like you do. Wait am i still small?" He looks around, moves his fingers, twitches his tail, "nope, still small."
Yes Fizz went back up.
Very sly of you Sly! I should have known to follow you.
Fizzy does his usual trick of making his scarf flutter and stands with his hand resting on his overlage belly.
Greeting sir! I am Fizzwiddle Glockenfleffor XXII and these are my humble retainers!
He gestures around. And this strapping fellow is my personal bodyguard. The Captain of the Fizz, Vik!
Why have we not come before?...That is a great question. I have people here to answer that for me. But I like potions! In fact I just got clubbed by a branch...which my Oh so valient bodyguard failed to protect me from...that is alright I am sure he will kill it for me later! I also like brothers! Do you have any to spare?
"Fizzle, if he needs help with his brother I'm sure he has none to spare! I'm sorry sir, he gets ahead of us all sometimes. I'm Alexandra, I've come for I heard you have a gift with potions. Mayhaps if I can help you with your brother you can help us with some potions?" She smiles and keeps her most innocent voice forward. Diplomacy check
Vik glares at the gnome as he introduces them.
What the hells!! What is a Captain of the Fizz. I swear I will strangle that little..#$%@!!
To the potion maker he bows curtly,
"Sir, I am Viklop Kolavar, apprentice to the Swordlords of Restov. Please tell us of your problem and your brother."
Well perhaps if we find his brother he can spare the other.
Fizzy says matter of factly.
Bandits we are coming to slay some bandits!
Then to Vik. Captain of the Fizz is a much better title. I think even the sWordlords would agree.
"Indeed, Fizz, it may have to wait until tomorrow, but we should still see if we can help him" Alexandra tries to whisper to Fizzwiddle, "Especially if we can get a reward."
PIE!
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Oh trust me my brother is a spare, please take care of the dolf. Bokken spits as he does so, bitterly holding up his right hand and indicating his missing pinky finger. Bastard cut that offa me the last time he hit my mother, Desna rest her soul. But he took off right after to live in a hollow tree down south rather than face the guards, so I guess it all worked out well enough. I toyed with the idea of tracking his bully of a brother down and getting revenge, but the wildlife in the Greenbelt was too frightening and dangerous, so instead I settled down here to live the rest of my life in nature.
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Speaking of Pie! I need fanberrys they are my secret ingrediant to my potions...A large thicket of fangberries grows about 55 miles southwest of Oleg’s. Bring Bokken enough berries to make fangberry juice for seven potions. Make sure they’re not dirty... and as a reward you get a 25% discount on all potions for a month. Bring my brother here and deal with him for me, and potions will be in your future, free, cheap and plentiful.
"An excellent deal to be sure. For now it is late and I feel sleep grows upon me. We must head back to our horses and make camp if no one has anymore questions of course, and I assure you, we will bring your treacherous brother back one day soon." Alexandra smiles and will then yawn, a mighty stretch before she'll begin to head back (assuming no body else has questions, if you do feel free to ask them).