"Guilty hides their actions. I'm ready when you are" as she grips her weapon
"Ugh! Fog during a wedding?! This isn't right! This isn't right at all!" Elaina is naturally ready to protect the sanctity of the ceremony.
"Of course we'll help out. Any idea where, exactly, Tenzekil lives? Apparently, this attack is his doing." Zarrin asks his old friend, as he looks around for signs of any tracks that might point them in the right direction.
Elyin nods and gives directions to Tenzekil's apiary and farm. "Good. We'll gather everyone up and prepare a defense in case more of these things come for the town." The thick fog makes normal travel a slog- the sky is hidden, terrain features impossible to see, even normal vision is stopped more than a few dozen feet.
Elyin nods and gives directions to Tenzekil's apiary and farm. "Good. We'll gather everyone up and prepare a defense in case more of these things come for the town." The thick fog makes normal travel a slog- the sky is hidden, terrain features impossible to see, even normal vision is stopped more than a few dozen feet.
Christian makes his way to they wagon the traveled in. He pulls forth a large chest from the back and opens it. The unabashed lord proceeds to empty the chest of clothing and an assortment of equipment. Standing by the wagon, the lord of Charis begins to undress and quickly equips himself for the mission that awaits them.
The large man comes rushing over without a word.
I need you and Ohma to stay behind and help defend this place. This is their home so advise but follow their lead. Keep our old lady out of their stocks less she drinks them dry.
The nobleman walks towards Elyin and nods to Hjorleaf.
This is Hjorleaf. He will remain behind to help you defend the village. Ohma will also remain behind. She may be old but her ability to cook is legendary and will help calm the populace.
Christian looks her in the eyes as his next words come out with great care.
This is of course with your permission, I can send word and have some of my people here as soon as possible. They will be under Hjorleaf's command, but they will work with you to defend your home. We can also see about getting word to Lord Varn and ask for his assistance. This is your home and therefore the final say is yours.
Elyin integrates Christian's followers into the town's defense plan as the party makes ready to leave town. It will be difficult to navigate with no visible landmarks or even the sky to determine direction or time of day, something only a very skilled guide would even think to attempt.
"Are we LOST?!" Elaina wails after approximately ten yards.
"It won't help if you complain though, in fact, complaining will just make it easier for us to be spotted" she remarks from her position
Cenna grins inside at Elaina's ridiculousness as Aldrea lets her know its not the best option for stealth.
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We are not lost, we exactly where we want to be. Where that is...I am not certain. Everyone, keep your eyes and ears open.
His voice is low enough for those around him to hear him but still too loud for his liking.
Christian moves closer to Zarrin.
What is our situation?
From Elyin's directions, Zarrin had thought it would only take a couple of hours walking from town to get to the gnome's apiary. The skilled tracker is certain he isn't lost- as certain as he can be with no landmarks to navigate by- but once the group was away from the cultivated area around Bellis it seemed like the land had changed. Zarrin is sure the country shouldn't be this wild, with grasping thickets of wild creepers and encroaching trees he's sure he didn't see on the way in. If he had to guess just based on the foliage, Zarrin would have said they were somewhere else entirely, somewhere that had never suffered the touch of humanity before.
"We are not lost, but I do not believe we are anywhere near Bellis, or possibly even within the Stolen Lands any longer." The ranger says, as he draws and nocks an arrow to his bow.
Cenna grimaces at the proposition raised by Zarrin, "Wonderful, does this mean that we have stepped into a portal of some kind? I suppose there's not much to do but continue forward and find our way out after the fact..."
She contemplates what magical effect could have done this - Knowledge Arcana .
As the group discusses the situation, a slender, furtive figure staggers out of the mist. It takes only a couple of steps and then collapses to the ground at your feet with a gasp of pain. “Please... you must help us!” her small voice implores. “They came from the shadows... in the mist! My sisters are dying! They’re burning our trees! We have nowhere else to turn! You must help!”
"You heard the lady" she nods as she grips her weapon in both hands "Can't have people burning the homes of others, especially ladies' homes"
Cenna listens but as they are in an alien place, and in light of the recent attack, she's not quite sure this isn't a trick...
Sense Motive
"It's likely we've somehow stumbled into the First World aka the home of the fae. I would be extra wary of pretty much everything." Zarrin states, right before the women appears and collapses before them. "This is exactly what I mean."
First world...great...and I was just beginning to like the area.
Christian moves forward intent on getting to the female. As he rushes forward his eyes dart around to take in any enemy that may be waiting to spring a trap.
His head turns back towards his companions.
Keep watch for others around us and be prepared for an ambush
To worried about the enemy, the lord kneels down beside the creature.
It is all right my lady. We are here to help. Let us get you some healing.
He nods towards the others to approach.
My knowledge of the injured is very limited.
"The First World!?" Elaina squeaks. "The First World as in dryads and nymphs and faries!? The priestess looks around, cheeks turning a fetching shade of pink. "" She squeals, jumping up and down, fanning her face with her hands. "I wanna see the nymphs! Oh, hold on, dear. " She channels Sarenrae's grace and, kneeling next to the fallen woman, heals the worst of her wounds.
Elaina's healing light flares out, seeming even brighter than the priestess expected as it illuminates the surrounding mists, but for some reason the dryad doesn't seem to get any better. As far as Christian can tell, the dryad is suffering from some sort of illness rather than any visible wounds.
She shakes her head, looking sick and exhausted, and points weakly to the south. "Please, my sisters. You have to save them! There were so many, too many to fight! They sent me to get help, please!"
"Nothing we can do but help her and her sisters, we need to go find those people. Now!" she emphasizes the last word
While helping is what needs to be done, we cannot just leave her here to die. The healing seems not to be working on her and I cannot understand why that is.
Christian holds the creature as he continues to look her over for obvious wounds.
Seeing that no wound can be found, he presses forward with questions. His tone shifts slightly from a concerned stranger to his calm neutral toned mercenary persona.
We can help you, but we need more details. Who is attacking you and where is this place other than south? How long to get there? You said your sisters sent you for help, who are they and who is in charge? Who are you?
Zarrin, his voice thick with emotion, explains to his companions the tragic fate of the dying woman. "She's a dryad, a type of fae whose lives are mystically bound to trees, generally oak. When they stray too far from their tree, they begin to get sick and slowly start to die. Worse, should one be separated for too long, their death quickens, and sadly, there is no way to reverse it. The same is true if their trees are destroyed, like by fire."
"I love dryads, and trees - especially oak - and fae!" Elaina informs everyone. Unafraid, scimitar in hand, Elaina is ready to run down the evil tree-burners.
"Spriggans! Terrible ones. Legends tell of creatures like them locked away in a place called the Fellnight Realm, but that was thousands of years ago. The dryad is visibly weakening even as the group questions her.
Her answers come in little gasps as she struggles to breathe. "I am Breena, my sisters are Averdine, Fira, Hana, and Sebille. Our grove is in a clearing of paueliel trees just south of here. Follow the gully and it will take you straight there. Please!" She suddenly spasms and grasps at her chest. "It's gone! They killed her!" Breena starts to cry, sobbing like her mother had died. From Zarrin's description she must mean her tree.
"Please, go! Help them!" The dryad gasps out one last time, then slumps to the ground, dead.
"That does it. No mercy, no quarter" her face hardens "Every single one of those blighters die today"
Christian lays the dryad down gently onto the ground. He places her hands together across her chest.
As he closes his eyes, he rests his hand across hers.
Rest and know you will find peace with your god.
Christian turns south as he stands up.
I do not feel like this is a set up. Zarrin, take point. Get us there, quietly. Aldrea, I want you supporting him.
The noble lord shakes his head as he contemplates the events of the day.
This whole s~*! show smells bad. Keep your heads about you and let us do what we can to save these sisters and their trees. All right, let's move.
Cenna trails in the back.
A look of determination she sets off
Zarrin once more ranges out ahead of the group, bow at the ready. He keeps an eye out for any potential hazards or hidden foes as well.
A gully leads Zarrin through the forest, rising into a small clearing of silver-barked paueliel trees, separated into an upper grove and a lower, separated by a short cliff which is the only thing stopping the flames from consuming the grove entirely.
The northern half of the grove is fully aflame, the trees fallen and hewn into large piles and set on fire. The raging flames bathe the fog hovering at the forest’s edge with an orange glow, burning away some of the mist and replacing it with the heavy tang of woodsmoke instead.
A woman’s screams punctuate the muted laughter of small figures capering about a newly set fire. One tree in the southern half of the grove has been hacked down and set alight. An elf-like female and a badly wounded unicorn lie bound upon the ground near the new fire amid a stack of man-sized, hand-cut logs that have been crudely carved into humanoid forms.
"H-hey! Get away from that beautiful unicorn you monsters!" Elaina shouts in Sylvan. Touching the hands of each of her companions, she blesses them with protection against the flames roaring around them, then advances to the cliffs edge. This is not how beautiful nymphs and unicorns should be treated.
A look of determination she sets off
Avoiding as much of the fire she could, she gets down on her stomach, lining up her shots carefully, ready to start shooting at the enemy
Christian looks down through the fire at the current situation.
We have at least six enemies. Protect the innocent at all cost.
He looks to Aldrea as she is set to slink off.
When we make ourselves know, the moment any of them move on the woman or the unicorn...put them down. Of all of us you will know best how to accomplish that task.
If we can heal those that are surrounded, let us try.
Christian looks down through the fire at the current situation.
We have at least six enemies. Protect the innocent at all cost.He looks to Aldrea as she is set to slink off.
When we make ourselves know, the moment any of them move on the woman or the unicorn...put them down. Of all of us you will know best how to accomplish that task.If we can heal those that are surrounded, let us try.
Standing tall as he looks down on the group below, Christian prepares himself for the coming battle.
Christian lets a smile creep across his face.
The only response Christian gets is that the spriggans turn toward him and one kicks the unicorn in the head.
The only response Christian gets is that the spriggans turn toward him and one kicks the unicorn in the head.
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vs FF + T (-1 per range increment past 50)
Elaina casts a spell to protect from evil on whomst she can reach.
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