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That was quite the blow. It is obvious Banba cannot take too many more of those. He withdraws from combat, circling around the back side of the cat.
The green thorn moves and slashes at the archer.
As Grokar grows in size, Banba reacts. "Oh, my...." He lets an arrow loose on Grokar.
Banba takes a 5 foot step away from the orc and sheaths his rapier. He draws his bow.
Banba moves to strike Grokar, drawing an attack of opportunity.
Banba continues to keep the archer occupied.
He yells something out in Sylvan.
Banba pounces on the archer. He slashes with his rapier and follows up with a headbutt.
Rhen, Bale, Bulgard, Zevon,
Banba moves across the room. He begins to sing a song in Sylvan that seems to inspire his team.
Banba takes a swipe at Bulgard as he draws an attack of opportunity.
The green thorn takes a 5 foot step to flank Grokar and swings.
The thorn takes a swing at Grokar
Grokar takes 5 hp of damage Grokar, Banba <============
Banba applies his rapier to Bulgard
"Exactly, my gentle friend. You know too much about me and the bacchanalia. That could cost me my position as emissary and my life. It is with regret that I do what I must. "
You notice that two thorns have scaled the walls and are getting into place. "I will not be accompanying you as you will not be returning."
"I suppose your needs are greater than mine, Bulgard." Banba approaches Bulgard and hands him the potion.
"You are too kind, dear sir. They are of fine quality, indeed. I prefer my rapier. It is of the finest quality and I am quite accustomed to it. He draws the rapier and holds it where Rhen can get a good look. Now, this could be quite useful one day." He takes one the potions of cure moderate wounds and places it in his pouch.
" Thank you, kind sir for my horn. Well, that is where it gets a little complicated, Zevon. You see, the fey that fled did so in fear. It will take some time to get to them all and hopefully they will agree to return. I can place thorns at the river to ensure no others leave our territory. I will have my Deputy Emmisary, Ivicerus, travel to Falcon's Hollow to instruct the fey to return here. Ivicerus appears human. You do recall him? He was at the Emissary Stone with me when we first met. He gave you some potions, but did not speak. That is usual for him. He rarely speaks and when he does it is short and to the point. That will work out good for me because I believe the Gossamer Court gave him that position to spy on me. Why? Well, they are too conservative and do not allow me to have the Bacchanalia. I have been forbidden, so I do it anyway and go where they will not hear of it. That is how I met Medley. I now have them in the woods near Falcon's Hollow." He places the horn in his pouch and then moves about the room looking at Wingclipper's possessions. He then moves to the corpse to search for anything you have not taken. Occasionally he glances around the room.
"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."
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.
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.
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?"
Banba nods to Ivicerus who hands over 4 potions of cure moderate wounds. Banba offers an illusory map, which details the northern forest as well as the swamps around Wingclipper’s lair. "Reaching the lair without the map is difficult, as there are no trails, and you will not have safe passage from even the neutral and good-aligned fey. Ivicerus has been making deals with the evil fey that inhabit the northern areas, hoping that Wingclipper might be killed by creatures more malicious than himself. They patrol the northern lands, and are very dangerous. Good luck and thank you for your help. It is almost dark. If you wish to camp here, you should be safe for the night. Ivicerus and I have matters we must attend to."
"The river has been our border for quite some time. It surprises me you are unaware of that. Regarding the war, an evil ranger named Wingclipper has been hunting fey to the north and has killed a startling number over the last few months. Wingclipper’s presence is the reason why the fey have been moving steadily south. If the fey were rid of the evil ranger, they could safely return to the northern forest, leaving the village of Falcon's Hollow. If you can be of assistance in this matter, I am certain the court would certainly be gracious."
Banba appears surprised at Milon's question. He rummages through his bags, and eventually finds it stuck to some rotten grapes. He wipes it off and freely offers it to Milon. "Is this it? My apologies. I have no idea how it got there."
Zevon: As you arrive at the island, a tangle of intertwined vines creates a firm, nearly smooth surface surrounding the base of the stalk in the center of the plant. Standing next to the stalk is a large, oval stone, as tall as a dwarf, covered with vines and moss. The light from above casts a pale red glow on the entire area. Standing on the platform is a grinning satyr. He smells of goats and offal and sips honey wine from a large leaf. One of his horns has been carved with mirthful decorations while the other has been broken off completely. Lurking in the shadow cast from the stone is a slim, gray-skinned humanoid, his face covered with a number of tattoos and piercings. He is dressed in severe robes made of stiff, angular material. "Zevon Vierding, I am Banba the emissary of the Gossamer Court. This is my fellow emissary, the shadar-kai Ivicerus. No memory, you would have encountered pixies while trespassing in their territory. A battle wages here. They merely protect us from those who would murder us. Your condition is easily remedied and as I have questions for you, I must do so." The satyr casts a spell and your memory is restored. "There, that should do it. Why do you trespass these parts? This is known fey territory and we do have an agreement. You have crossed a known boundary. Your kind is waging war against us as we speak. When you answer, may I suggest honesty?"
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