Neverhome tilts his head at the currently non-hostile fae watching them before he slowly holds up his hand in greeting.
Hobbes also hesitantly waves his hand to greet.
Letting the rage slip away, Sigrun dusts the last few dead spiders off of her, turning to face the fey with a curious expression.
He slid his katana back into its sheath, after all it took less than a breath of a bunny rabbit to draw it forth again.
With an almost imperceptible shrug he bowed low from the waist.
The fey looks at each of you slowly. You're tricks. Temptations of Baba Yaga's mischief. She says, but she's clearly uncertain of her conclusion.
"Nyet." Neverhome says nonchalantly.
"Definitely not." Sigrun confirms.
He raised his fuzzy eyebrows and scratched his head.
"Im am no mischeif of Yaba Baga...."
He said a little petulantly.
"I'm not a trick neither."
She looks around and spots Percy. It's a Gnome! Oh I love Gnomes! The emotional whiplash is enough to knock a person over. She goes from hissing cat to excited puppy in almost literally no time. Hey! Since you people rescued us and all that why don't we tag along and lend a hand! I'm sure you're in deep if you're in the Hut.
Percy looks the fey over and snickers. Ha. And what exactly do you offer us?
I do all kinds of magic! I generally try to help people out and try to stay out of to much trouble, but fun is hard to come by around here so if you fun looking adventurers are willing I'll lend my skills! For example, I can make those two angry looking lovebirds over there much more intimidating.
She wiggled her wings and does a little dane. Neverhome and Sigrun feel them selves getting taller... And taller... And taller. Thankfully they are outdoors because when the fey stops the two are taller than the roof inside!
"That's pretty good." Hobbes says looking up.
Sigrun grins looking down at everyone. "I could definitely get used to this,"
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Neverhome arches a brow as the tiny fey points him and Sigrun out. His eyes widen a bit when she immediately starts casting a spell on him, though he doesn't worry as much when he realizes it is similar if not the same as what the fur covered aliens had been doing. "Da." he says to Sigrun. "We shall wreck many, many things."
He then quickly looks down to make sure he hadn't accidentally crushed anyone in his accelerated expansion.
I can do other stuff too! Are youall getting out of this wreched place? Can I join you? she chirps.
"Sure."
"The more the merrier." Sigrun agrees.
Neverhome turns to wherever Syvet is, he was a tad worried that she might try to eat the tiny winged creature.
"Sure thing."
The vine-covered doorway leads to an overgrown cottage room completely filled with vegetation. Disturbingly, you see dozens of withered corpses entangled in the copious amounts of vines and ivy. To leave here, it looks like you'll either have to crawl through a fireplace or jump into a large trunk. You're not alone here, though. An morbidly obese, eight-foot-tall plant beast is blocking your path.
"Маленький Отик голоден. Покорми меня."
"Uh, what does this thing eat?" Hobbes asks reaching for his ever so useful pack.
Percy shrugs. But knowing this place it's probably living.
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He glanced at the dangling corpses with a frown his paw hovering hear the hilt of his Katana.
" I have a feeling we might being seeing what it eats yes yes."
He said lowly tail lashing as his ears slowly folded back.
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"Which way is best?" Neverhome asks the others.
"I'd say through it. Looks like this thing drains it's victims." Sigrun mutters, switching her hammer for her battleaxe. "Don't we have those vials of anti-plant stuff?".
Neverhome nods to Sigrun before turning to Percy. "Got fire?"
Percy flexes her arms and rainbow colored flames crackle. Let's light it up.
"Wait, didn't we find some poisons from last battle with plants?" Neverhome suggests. He wasn't all that interested in dealing with the tendrils of a plant monster again.
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"Yes!" Sigrun says taking out a bottle of the odd liquid and passing another to Lyosha.
"Ah, thank you, my love." he says as he takes he bottle from Sigrun and looks it over. "So we just toss?"
"Yes!" she says, hurling the glass flask at the creature.
Neverhome nods and tosses the glass alongside Sigrun.
Hobbes digs around in his pack and produces an alchemist's fire. "This works." He states before tossing it at the plant creature.
Percy cats a spell on the thing, just in case.
He blinked as everyone suddenly sprang into action.He should have been expecting it but somehow he hadnt really been. He had been debating the use of the poison in his mind.
He charged forward challengingly drawing his katana as he went attempting to use it like the worlds most expensive sickle.
Two flasks of defoliant and a vial of fire strike the giant plant, and it growls in minor annoyance. "Не очень хороший вкус к Маленькому Отику." He shakes off Percy's curse and growls again. Then Silence slices off a large chunk of his prodigious plant belly, and he responds with a migraine-inducing shriek of pain and rage. "Ты причиняешь боль Маленькому Отику!"
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Percy grips her head and nearly passes out.
Hobbes stomachs the screech and throws another one!
He responded to the plants roar of pain with one of his own,shrugging off the weird turn in his stomach from the bellow and slashing hard into the monster again...and again...and again.
The caturai turns 'Little Otik' into a mound of vegetation.
'Good job Whiskers."
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