He frowned at Percy's words. What made this an elven druids wet dreams? what made a dream wet? He had not met... many elves yet in his travels on this side of the world. Perhaps there was implications that plants like water, and druids like plants, so perhaps they dreamt of rain? He shook it off and shrugged to himself making do with patting his best friend's long graceful neck.
"Yea, let's get goin'"
Deeper in the jungle, you find a wooden two-room building. The door is open, and inside, you can see a storeroom filled with dusty piles of old furniture, mounds of moldering herbs, bales of cloth, barrels of fertilizer, clay pots, and trays of dried seeds. A humanoid figure completely wrapped in red robes is cataloguing everything inside. It looks up as you approach and gives you a low bow. "Hail, travelers! Have you come to see the master?"
Neverhome bows back out of courtesy. "Um, maybe? Who is your master?"
He peered at the figure trying to see what it was... without well being too obvious about seeing what it was. His tail lashed back and forth in curiousity. He wondered if it were a plant man... he hoped it was a plant man, everything else had been a plant so far, so why couldnt it be a plant man?
"The master is wise and powerful. And generous, too! The master is very curious about those who have entered the garden. Would you please come meet the master?"
His ears instantly lay back and his tail became deathly still at the offer of the gemstone and the red robed figure.
"Why do you offer this yes yes?
He questioned making no move to take the gemstone at all.
Sigrun studies the gem as she awaits the answer, watching Silence for the first indication that battle would be joined.
Percy also doesn't take the stone. Gifts from fey were dangerous things and she wasn't sure he wasn't fey yet.
Neverhome bowed slightly and politely held his hands up but away from the robed creature so It wouldn't try to shove the gem into his hands. While he had never seen any like that, he knew from his childhood in the mines that rarely anything good came from those things.
Hobbes also declines taking a gem, especially after seeing everyone else not taking one.
"To show the master's generosity, of course! Do you require more incentive? The master has much more to offer!"
"Nyet, and we mean no offense, but who is your master?"
We ask, sir, because you are saying "Master" when we know the true overlord of this realm to be a Woman.
"The best way to know is for me to show you."
"Okay."
Percy harumphs and follows. Stupid cagey mystery animated robes...
Hobbes follows along, trying to keep himself from reaching for his bow.
"I'm sure there's nothing to worry about!" Zses whispers to the others as he follows after the robed figured, not really worried by the situation: it wasn't a plant and it didn't try to eat them as soon as he spotted them, at least
Sigrun keeps her hand resting on her hammer as she follows.
Hovering near the ceiling of the other room is a Large pale creature that vaguely resembles an eyeless frog with a snout-full of tentacles.
Magic washes over percy's mind and her steely defence just barely keeps it at bay.
You know, is not very nice to charm people. I mean, we only just met! Now either you swear on your nose tentacles you'll be nice from now on or I have my friends here make your day unpleasant. What's it gonna be?
Hobbes' eyes widen, as he recognizes the creature. "Frikkin moon-beasts enslave people. You're not takin' Gorgeous or anyone else here." Unless someone vehemently objects he draws his bow and fires an arrow at the monster.
oh no you don't: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22
"Take it out!" Sigrun calls out, sending a throwing axe tumbling end over end toward the creature.
"Enslave?!" Neverhome snarls out as he stares up at the odd beast. Growling while he thought over what to do that familiar bale fire started to build in his chest. Though instead of spreading through his body it raced up through his lungs and throat and, heralded only by a single breath tinted with green flames, erupted forth in an acrid stream of emerald flame at the beast.
"... what?" his course voice says inbetween ragged coughs afterwards.
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"Well that's new.."
".. I do nyet even know what that was..."
"OH WOW" Zses shouts as Neverhome shoots a stream of acid at the moon-beast. "Everything okay, Lyosha?" the witch asks, slinging a curse at the frog-thing.
Percy smiles at Lyosha. I knew there was more inside you than you let on.
Neverhome thinks for a moment before shrugging. "I do nyet even know what all is inside me."
"I thought hairballs were bad yes yes."
The felinerai said completely deadpan as he drew out his bow and fired an arrow at the trail of acid.
"Master!" The robed figure leaps forward and attempts to bite Hobbes, but the agile halfling is able to dodge out of the way. As it turns out, this thing is a denizen of Leng, favored servants of moon-beasts. As you attack, the moon-beast conjures a swarm of ethereal spikes that attempt to pin you to the floor.
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Moon-Beast: 39pts damage, misfortuned, immune to crits, SR
Hobbes tries to break free.
As the bizarre creature assails them with a barrage of spikes, Sigrun barely notices the scratch, avoiding being pinned. spinning to face the robed figure attacking Hobbes, she slams her hammer into it with full force, embracing her icy rage.
"Don't even-ugh- try that!" Zses says, slinging a curse at the denizen of Leng.
"I was even vouching for you!" the witch chuckles, trying to resist whatever the moon-beast was trying to do.
Snarling while pinned, Neverhome howls out another blast at the creature.