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Elyin does suggest to seek out Devarre, however she does mention that Tenzekil doesn't have a residence here, and that she isn't sure where he resides.
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A direct journey from Bellis to Devarre’s retreat covers less than 30 miles of forest, but the encroaching Fellnight Realm has already seeped into the woods, creating grasping thickets and confusing fog which slow travel
considerably, as if the terrain were trackless forest.
luckily Navi with that feet you help quite a bit in staying on course when you head out being able to see through the mist, though seems pretty quiet nothing really a bother or anything wanting to come after you.
as the sun starts to set low in the sky and most of the traveling being pretty comfy, you all do manage to find a place to make camp.
A slender, furtive figure separates from one of the trees at the
edge of camp. It takes only a couple of steps and then collapses
to the ground with a gasp of pain. “Please... you must help us!”
a small voice implores. “They came from the shadows... inside
the mist! My sisters are dying! They’re burning our trees! We
have nowhere else to turn! You must help!”
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A few miles outside of town, in a thicker section of forest, Soni stops the group. "Before we reach Devarre's home, there is something I need to show you all. Well, at least those of you who I have not adventured with before."
To the faint sound of heroic, upbeat music with no apparent source, Soni's gown seems to unravel into a shower of white rose petals, trailing into the distance leaving only a silhouette, glowing brightly in a rainbow of colors as her muzzle shortens. The rapier at her hip, which seemed a dandy's weapon before, flies into the air above her as ribbons of silvery-blue cloth circle her limbs and torso, wrapping her now-human form in a short dress, gloves and boots. The raven-haired woman she has become reaches her arm to the sky and grasps her blade, which now appears wickedly sharp. In a flash of light, a golden tiara appears on her brow and a silvery shield with a white rose blossom device appears on her other arm. She slashes the blade through the air in front of her, cutting through the rain of petals and revealing her full vigilante identity as the music crescendos, then stops.
While it seems like this must have taken at least a minute, bare seconds pass during the transformation.
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"My normal profession is as a diplomat, and that is the reason the Society usually calls upon me. However, I also seek justice in this form, in which I am called the White Rose Duelist. Whichever face I wear at the moment is the true me.
"Because this change is not particularly subtle, I will not be able to switch forms during a fight or in the presence of witnesses. I am not an incompetent fighter when I wear the fox's face, nor am I useless as a diplomat in this form, but I will be most effective if I enter each situation knowing which will be more appropriate.
"My companion also has two identities. I call her Nightfur, and I hope you will forgive her poor manners, regardless of her shape."
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In a voice that seems surprisingly melodious, the cat-creature speaks. "You shall call me no such thing. I was unable to tell you my true name in my previous draconic guise, as you never bothered to learn my tongue - it was Kālāmahina, should that interest you - but now that I can speak in any language, I will not let such an indignity pass. I am now known as Her Royal Highness Channdryvonne, first of her name, Queen of Somal, and I expect to be treated appropriately to my station."
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Kala doesn't know what to make of White Rose's even-more-fanciness now. She tries and fails to not feel like a bumbling country bumpkin. The queen-kitty, however, gets an internal eye roll from her. It's pretty clear who's the boss in their relationship, and it isn't the pet. As much as Kala loves animals, people deserve more respect. (Usually.)
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“Spriggans. Horrid little gnomes. Half-plant and fully malicious, they grow like weeds. Legends tell of such creatures once locked away in a place called the Fellnight Realm. But that was... thousands of years ago.”
“I am Breena. A dryad born of the Second World.”
Kala she seems to be straight forward, and Wymarc is right it is a Dryad
I'll get to Wymarc here in a min
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"Wow! Two identities! That's, like, sooo cool, White Rose."
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Navi reels in shock when the woodsy woman steps out from the tree and collapses after pleading for help.
"Ah! A dryad. I recognize her species."
Navi kneels beside the dryad with Elena to assess her wounds.
"She might be poisoned." Navi says with a worried look.
"Don't worry, Breena. We'll take care of those spriggans!"
After checking the Dryad's wounds, Navi takes off with the others into the woods to find the evil spriggans.
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Oondeen's eyes go wide at the transformation sequence and she applauds heartily at the end. "Beautiful entrance. I approve!" Otherwise, she seems utterly unphased by it.
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Healing not being Oondeen's strong suit, she glances over the dryad's wounds briefly before questioning her.
"Where are these spriggans? Are you safe to leave here or do we need to bring you with us?"
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“Our grove lies in a clearing of paueliel trees just south of here. Follow the gully like a trail and it will take you there. Hurry!”
those looking at her, there are no visible wounds, she isn't poisoned, but as she goes to answer any further questions, you can hear her scream in pain, before gasping for air, as the life leaves her body there on the ground in front of you all
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"Wymarc, hold on, we are coming with you."
Once Breena is somewhat healed and can move on her own, Elena will follow on the directions she's points out, hoping Wymarc is going that way. She will call him out to make sure he can follow their voice.
But just as she stands up, the dryad screams in pain and dies...
Elena looks down in shock. "Did they... destroy her tree?" Her expression goes from despair to fury. "Let stop these bastards."
I was already awake. That lady screamed so loud. She smells dead, but there's no scent of blood or sickness. Smelly's thoughts meander more slowly than his feet as he actually manages some hustle to keep up with Kala. The way the dryad died is worrisome to him, though he can't understand why.
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A gully leads through this part of the forest, rising into a small clearing of silver-barked paueliel trees, many of which lie fallen and hewn into large piles. A bonfire bathes the fog hovering at the forest’s edge with an orange glow, its flames 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 the fire. An elf-like female and a badly wounded unicorn lie bound upon the ground near a stack of man-sized, hand-cut logs that have been crudely carved into humanoid forms.
Round 1
Bold to act
Oondeen
yellow
Kala
blue
Green
Navi
Wymarc
Red
Elena
WRD
Smelly dashes after Kala. He doesn't like these big guys. Whenever he smells them, it means he can't take a nap. Grr!
Smelly complies, stepping in close to the big danger thing and lashing out with teeth and claws.
With only one spriggan left, and realizing her friends are doing quite well in the battle, Oondeen hustles forward while pulling out her fancy bubble crossbow. She stops next to Navi and quickly loads a bolt, ready to fire at the ugly creature.
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The blue creature falls after the second arrow from wymarc finally connects as it looked extremely roigh from other attacks
~combat over~
As the body falls you can see the dryad bound with some drag marks behind her towards the bonfire. When she is freed she thanks you all and offers you a flower
"Use this when you reach the fey-mound in the woods, it will allow you to briefly see past the glamor and allow you to see him"
So allows hands over a small collection that her and her sisters had
Flower acts like dust of appearance
Ruby earring
Carved ivory statuette of a stag
Small pouch of dust of dryness
The unicorn looks at the group and offers to heal you all, and remove any of the poison that may have been contracted, (and tge fort save made it)
"consider this a partial repayment I still owe you my life"
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"You don't owe us a thing." Navi says with a genuine smile. "We're here to save you, the creatures, and this forest from the evil within."
"Can you tell us which way the fey-mound is or provide directions how to get there?"
"Actually, what does this fey-mound look like? Is it their lair?"
"Oh! One more thing. Can you tell us what magical properties, if any, this earring and stag statue have?”