To what ends are you hunting the fey to have them so enraged? Are you awaiting someone? See unfortunately, I do not believe we can just leave this issue at your word it will soon be solved.
Rhen skulks around the room a bit, looking for anything that might lead to why this is happening.
Bulgard climbs the stairs to stand by Zevon. He sees Agrio and mutters softly.
"H-hey..."
Agrio's expressionless and calm demeanor changes to a cold, angry stare at Zevon. In a raised voice he sternly says "It will be over soon enough, elf! Take my word on it. Don't let the ladder fall on your way out." He gives Bulgard a lightning fast glance at the short introduction. He then notices that Rhen is basically searching and looking for something. His expressionless and calm demeanor returns. "Don't make yourself at home, dwarf. Use the ladder, gentlemen." He coughs a couple of times, clears his throat and spits a good sized rather thick ball of mucus on the ground at his feet.
Bale has climbed the ladder as high as he can without being seen. He will fight as he said should it begin. For now, he is taking deep breaths and listening closely.
I feel we may have gotten off on the wrong foot here. I mean, aside from the fact that several creatures who claimed to be in your service have attempted to murder us on several occasions now. Pray tell, does the name Banba mean anything to you? In our quest, we were accosted and lead to this "emissary" of sorts. It was he who gave us the impression that you were the source of the disturbance and provided direction to this stronghold.
"The name Banba means nothing to me." Zevon's words sink in... "Wait....are you telling me you are working for the fey???!!!???" You see astonishment on his face. His bow instinctively trains on Zevon. "Traitors to your own kind you are!!!"
roll initiative
Grokar
Zevon
Bulgard
Rhen
Agrio
Round 1
Zevon <==========
Agrio
Bulgard, Grokar, Rhen
We work for the Hollow. As I said, the fey accosted us, but so have your forces. I am sure we can come to an accord.
Agrio pulls the nocked arrow until his thumb reaches the side of his mouth.
Round 1
Zevon
Agrio
Bulgard, Grokar, Rhen, Bale <==========
Bale remains out of sight on the ladder. Still breathing deeply in an attempt to calm his nerves.
"Put down the arrow lady or ye will be regrettin' yer move" Rhen says
At this point it is fair to say discussion is closed, Rhen!
Agrio does not flinch. His expressionless, calm face remains trained on Zevon as does his arrow.
Bulgard moves to get his back against the wall, draws two arrows and lets them fly.
His subtle readied action takes place. His fingers loosen and an arrow flies at Zevon.
Round 1
Grokar 40/40 Rhen 30/32 Zevon 19/30 Bulgard 37/39 Bale 17/17
Zevon
Agrio
Bulgard,Rhen,Bale
Grokar <==========
Bulgard, you can extract the poison after this fight. I recall you had venom in a previous campaign. Do not recall how many you had and how many you fired. That translates to zero. You are welcome to back track it.
Seeing the action insue Grokar decides talking must be over with a roar he whips himself into a rage and charges the bowman. his eyes glow red as his hands glow blue.
The crazed half orc attempts to rain down a huge 2 handed blow with the Ax.
+2 human
Bulgard lets out his high pitched battle yell as he cheers on Grokar's savage attack.
"Y-Yeeeeaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!"
Zevon is slightly unnerved seeing his traveling companion unleashed. The arrow in his shoulder means he does not dwell on the thought of pity though.
He moves against the table and shouts to his companions.
End this!
The massive blow drops Agrio. He is unconscious and near death.
"We just end this now and be done with him."
Oh... it seems you have. Well done. So it seems the threat is ended. So we leave him to die? Bind and make him stable so that he may suffer whatever these fey consider justice? While our part in this has ended, it seems we hold this man's fate in our hands.
Zevon turns away as the dwarf attends to his grim task.
Very well.
"Better ta die a clean death, them Fey will torture the man. Now we show em that we be done and they can be leavin' the hallow alone." Rhen cleans his blade off on the mans tunic. "Ye be wantin' that bow there Bulgard?'
Bale enters the room and proceeds to spit on Wingsclipper corpse.
Well then, lets see if we can find some proof of his defeat. I have no desire to carry some grizzly trophy back to that grove.
Zevon begins to search the body and the other person effects by the cot.
Grokar spins and glares at Bulgari. His ace raises again and he takes a step towards the source of the battle cry before a tiny voice in his head says Friend
He slowly lowers the blade and huffing and puffing begins to calm down.
"Puny man," he scoffs "I can carry corpse to the fey friends," he offers.
Under his tunic, he keeps two items on chains, a locket with a painted portrait of beautiful young woman and a broken satyr horn. The locket has a clasp that when opened reveals the words “Medley Starkson” on the back, as well as a note with the following text:
“I swear by the sun, the moon, and all the things that crawl upon the world, you will be avenged for your wrongful death.”
You also find on his body a dust of appearance, potion of darkvision, potion of resist energy (fire), potion of cure moderate wounds (3), two masterwork cold iron shortswords, a +1 composite longbow, a masterwork, chain shirt, 49 arrows, cloak of resistance +1, and there is the artificial eye.
Bukgarf is a bit shaken by Grokar’s reaction, so he aims an arrow at the giant’s crotch. Grokar seems to get the message. Or something like that.
Lets just take all this stuff and divide it up in town. Mind if i grab It?
Bulgard searches the room for other interesting things.
Bulgard turns to Bale.
Why did he hate the f-fff-feckin Fey so much?
Bale is surprised Bulgards has not figured this outs yet. Even the Norston cans do this one. Bale points to Agrio's dead body. "That why. Nows Bale knows why hes do whats he do. You just kills a mans fors doing whats you would do yourself. Terribles, terribles yous ares. Why you shoot him Bulgards?"
He was killed for likely the same reason you spat on him. The threat and use of violence is often answered in kind. One cannot expect acts of such aggression to go without response. Now to your question Woodsman, the satyr Banbu had a broken horn. Here we find a horn which I would assume would be at home on the creature's head. With a portrait of a lady bearing his surname, wife, daughter, sister or some other kin we know not, and an oath of vengeance, it is reasonable to assume that he blames the satyr, and vicariously all fey, for her death. Sad tidings this, that the derangement of one man can cause so much pain.
"Aye take the horn we return it and tell the Fey ta leave the Hallow be, I will be takin' one o' these nice swords here. Looks like cold Iron so they will be good if them fey decide ta attack us again." Rhen smiles "We can also be askin' the fey more once we get back ta talkin' to em."
Let's bring the eye as well. More portable than corpse Grokar.
Zevon hands Bulgard the potion of darkvision and ties the dust off appearance to his own belt.
Banba enters the room. He is covered in mud from his journey through the swamp. His hand is reaching for his shortbow. "Congratulations, gentlefolk. And thank you for your help on this matter. He is dead, isn't he?"
The fox in Bulgard's knapsack has gone feral from lack of attention and food. It escapes and heads to the corpse. It begins to voraciously eat on the body.
Bulgard aims an arrow at the satyr.
Take your hand off your bow
Turning to the goblin the hulking half orc growls. "He shot him because. Isn't your kind supposed to enjoy battle?"
When Banba enters.
"We take care of your problem." Grokar steps toward the fey with and open, outstretched, and quite bloody hand.
Quite. Unfortunately he left us with little choice.
His gestures towards the satyr's head and holds up the horn.
I believe this belongs to you.
Banba ignores Bulgard and keeps his bow in his hands. He replies to Grokar "Yes, yes you did. At long last we can live in peace again. We are so grateful for your actions." To Zevon he replies "Yes, Zevon, that does belong to me." He moves to Zevon and holds out his hand.
"Bale no likes the fightings. Bale likes the animals." Bale picks up the quiver of cold iron tipped arrows and gives it to Bulgard. "You in fey territory, big one."
Zevon pulls it away at the last moment and paces around the room, circling away from the saytr.
It seems that this Starkson fellow held an amazingly powerful vendetta against your kind, Banba. Something to do with some dearly departed woman. How exactly did he come to be in possession of this horn, which you have confirmed is indeed yours?
Banba looks surprised when Zevon does not return the horn. "So unfortunate, Zevon. Being a satyr, I have a great love for the bacchanal. I live for it." He smiles and strokes his pipes as he recalls the bacchanal. "Mortals enjoy them as well. Medley passionately cavorted with me at one of these. But, she strayed too close to the edge of a ravine and fell to her death. As she dropped, she grabbed all that she could reach to not fall. She managed to break off my horn. I quickly gathered up my followers and fled, hoping the whole thing would blow over. How this man ended up with it is a mystery to me. Perhaps he found Medley and the horn together at the bottom of that terrible cliff. The horn means nothing to you, Zevon. It is mine, you know." Once again he holds out his hand.
Bulgard takes the arrows from Bale and pats the hobgoblin on the head in thanks.. He readies the cold iron arrows, keeping the bow trained on the Satyr.
He whispers to Zevon.
”I don’t think he is alone. Throw some of that dust stuff into the air. I smell Fae.”
"Just give em' the horn back and we will be on our way back to the Hallow. How long ye been followin' us there Banda?" Rhen asks.
"Yes, good sir...the horn and the hollow. That should do for everyone. Oh, I stayed well behind you the entire time so as not to disturb your progress. Impressive work, my friends."
I dont want to walk back through the swamp and get waylaid by the f-fff-feckin Fae that we can’t see.
He rubs the scars from the multiple arrows he took from their last encounter with invisible fae.
N-no, once was enough for me
Bulgard watches the air movement in the chamber, observes the movement of bugs on the walls to see if something is amiss.
As Bulgard studies the movement of bugs in the room, he notices that it is unusually quite outdoors. There are no walls, this is basically a roof now. The bugs and birds, you hear nothing.
Zevon, m-may i borrow that powder?
Bulgard calls dr fox back from the kill. He shouldn’t be that hungry, he has been eating dried mutton in Bulgards pack.
seek, boy
Wise decision Master dwarf.
He tosses the horn to Banba, but not before giving the Dust to Bulgard.
The deed being done, I assume that your fey kin will make their way back across the river, as will we.