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Camilla finds herself giving a chuckle at the gunslingers tactful crudity, and wipes her hands on the sides of her dress. "Sounds fair tah me, Mr. Eros Croy. Ain't much of a fighter mahself. And you 'big guy'" she dips her head to Furnok. "Camilla, by tha way. Wish ah'd metcha under better weather. Hope yall don't mind if ah keep your company a tad longer?"
There is a small creak as errant grasses twist together into the shape of a small figure cloaked in leaves, wielding a thin thorn spear. Eyes aglow, it charges the goblin engaged with Viridi with a courageous thrust!
The sound of battle around her, Camilla takes a deep breath, unfurls the sling from her dress pocket, and palms a small round stone, perfect for slinging.
Clasping her hands over her mouth, Camilla's heart leaps into her throat at the scene of chaos and violence before her. To her right, a cart stands unoccupied and untended, so hitching up her dress she sprints towards the cart and dives behind it as pistols boom and blades clash and flicker in the noonday sun. Clasping her hands together, eyes shut from the swirling dust, she pulls Brussel close, pleading for anyone to come to her aid and put a stop to this!
Leaf Leshy Stats: Augment Summoning: N Small plant (leshy, shapechanger)
Init +1; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision; Perception +1 DEFENSE AC 13, touch 12, flat-footed 12 (+1 armor, +1 Dex, +1 size)
OFFENSE Speed 20 ft., climb 10 ft., fly 10 ft. (clumsy); glide
Constant—pass without trace STATISTICS Str 10, Dex 13, Con 16, Int 5, Wis 12, Cha 13
SPECIAL ABILITIES
A leaf leshy cannot use its fly speed to hover. When flying, a leaf leshy must end its movement at least 5 feet lower in elevation than it started.
Leaf leshys sprout explosive acorns, pine cones, or other seedpods, and can hurl these as ranged attacks. A seedpod has a range increment of 10 feet and detonates on contact to deal 1 point of bludgeoning damage (this damage is not modified by Strength). Anyone struck by a seedpod must succeed at a DC 13 Fortitude save or be deafened for 1 round. The save DC is Constitution-based.
After her sweeping victory at the vegetable competition, time becomes a blur. Sure the prize wasn't as much as shed hoped, but every coin counted, and nothing could dour her mood as she swung little Brussel about my the hands in joy. In her haze of exuberance, she barely made it to the square on time.
Still panting, Camilla nearly skids through the barn doors of the grocery house, arms overflowing with her prized squash and buckling under the weight of her enormous cabbage. Barely making it to the table in time, shes just enough spare moments to dust the sawdust from the leaves when the judges make it to her table. She grins her best through the sheet of disheveled hair obscuring her face. Best crops y'all apt tah find this side of tha hills, guarantee it!
For a dawdling moment, Camilla was lost in the crowds, enchanted by the swarm of butterflies and the promise of a day of carefree excitement. It wasn't until after the bustle of the crowds began to move once more that she remembered her reason for coming in the first place! The judging! It must be soon! Like an arrow, she is off, pausing slightly at the growl in her stomach and the notion of the veritable feast before her. But victory waits for no one, and the notion that some errant varmint might be gnawing her prized squash as she sipped seafood soup was too much to handle.
After some time wandering, Camilla hurries back to her stall once the crowds begin to pick up to gather Brussel. No takers eh buddy?she quips with the little leshy. He shrugs and curls up once more, now holding a length of asparagus like a long pillow. Sighing, Camilla hoists the pack onto her back and flips the stalls sign to "CLOSED". Noon was fast approaching, and with it, the big kick-off ceremony. Wouldn't do well to miss that she thought wistfully as she left her wares behind and made haste for the church.
Ah, thats good tah know. Dont mind if 'ah do. she nods with a wink. Leading Stump through the wide doors of the wide doors of the grocery hall, she finds a secluded space in the back far from the eyes of any neer-do-wells before unloading two magnificent, golden squash and a cabbage nearly half her height. Once properly concealed, its back out the doors, and around the corner to the Mud Street stall. The rest of her produce is no less grand for its smaller scale as heaps of glistening vegetables are mounded and sorted on her usual stall table. Before too long, the display is complete, a veritable cornucopial rainbow of bounty. Restlessness takes her as the last carrot is layed with its brothers. Psst, Brussel dear,she whispers to her green companion. Keep an eye on the stall fer me, a'hm itchin for a walk about the market while the walkin's good. Setting her pack behind the stall and hitching up her dress, she makes her way around the wooden countertop and down the quickly busying streets, eager to see some new faces.
Camilla brushes the tangle of locks from her eyes and gives a hearty wave. Hail Master Danvakus! Fine apples this year 'ah see. Oh, and the Mud Street stall would be wonderful! Camilla looks over her shoulder beckons him closer with a whisper. By the way, 'ah think 'ave got this years winner back here... She gestures behind her to the covered cart. Got anywhere 'ah can keep him safe and sound?
Camilla arrives early, leading her dour mule Stump by the bit down the stirring streets, careful not to jostle the the cart too much. Though tied down and fitted with a thick cloth, even one pothole too deep might send her prize winning squash topping to a smashing demise! Tucked away from the chill of the morning, Brussel nestles inside her backpack away from prying eyes and hungry crows, but his mere company is enough to give Camilla the courage to stray out so far of her realm of social comfort. "This year, top prize." She chants to herself, her mantra this morning so filled with so much hope. "Top prize." |
