"Should we get climbing stuff if we're going up a mountain?" Dawn asked.
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Dawn called from her hiding spot.
"OK, I'll wait over here, so they don't eat me. I'm too delicious for my own good." Dawn stared at the flock with polished, unblinking eyes.
Dawn had no idea why the man was orange. She was green, after all, and so it seemed a perfectly valid thing to be. Maybe he was an autumn Leshy? Regardless, she focused on the pregnant creature, approaching softly and being careful not to get too close - after all, the deer was pregnant and probably could eat her.
"OK!" Dawn says cheerfully. "Where can we find the herdmaster? Is he with the herd? Then where would the herd be?"
"Sure, sleep is a thing people do," the unsleeping Leshy said cheerfully, and throwing some doubt on exactly what she considered herself. Looking at the others, she added, "We should probably stock up on meats now, before we start, as much as we can." Although she rather doubted there would be much in the way of meat in an area the troll had been living in.
Wandering in, Dawn offered the, for lack of a better definition, meat to the rock troll. "Here you go. Also, if you get hungry, I'm a plant. You can't eat me."
Dawn began unloading some of the various meats she'd acquired, especially the vulture. She wasn't sure it qualified as tasty. She wasn't sure it qualified as meat. But she wasn't sure a rock thingy would care that much.
Moving up to Emma, Dawn asked, "What's a rock troll?"
Dawn didn't really know much about Trolls, but tried to remember anyway.
"Sounds like fun," Dawn said cheerfully. She didn't sleep, so she'd make sure nothing untoward happened.
Dawn moved to attack, but stopped, clearly confused. Her Ioun stones hovered uncertainly. She was pretty sure that they'd decided to kill the thing, but she was pretty sure that saying that now would be a bad idea. Probably.
Dawn frowned as she noted the silence. She looked around to see if there was any sign of life - birds or small animals in the undergrowth or anything at all. If not, then there was something making them flee, which wasn't the best sign.
"Then should we make a trap? If he'll try something anyway, then why bother hunting? We could just drop him in a big hole and set him on fire, right?" Daw looked around.
Dawn took the bag, more out of curiosity than any desire to own it. "What kind of tricks? Like making a coin vanish in your ear? It took me ages to get it out again."
Backing up, Dawn asked, "Is it a magic bag?"
Showing caution, for once, Dawn gestured to the others that there was a sack, and the arm, and also the dead person. The fact that there was a bunch of sentient creatures made her feel better about attacking the monster as intended.
Dawn snuck forwards, or tried to, to see what was hiding among the bones.
Dawn nodded, gestured to her ear, and then pointed to where faint snoring came from.
Dawn joined the others in being sneaky and watchful.
"Violence is the answer, got it," Dawn agreed. "Let's go hunting."
"So we gonna try the talking, or are we skipping to the violent solution?" Dawn asked the others. She had no idea how ogres would act, or if they could be talked with, so she wanted the others imput.
"The woods?" Dawn said brightly. Then she considered. "Oh, there's a lot of woods. Let me see if I remember..."
Dawn looked mildly concerned with the idea. "I mean, it's one thing to kill and eat something, but to eat something without killing it...I can only see that ending in it escaping and smooshing half the village. Also, I bet troll tastes gamey. And what will you feed it? Regeneration won't stop it dying from thirst and hunger, right?" She paused. "Right?"
"Did the Bone-snappy one do anything, or was it just the one that got burned that was a problem?" The thing in the woods could have attacked, but didn't. That suggested it wasn't intrinsically violent to Dawn...or that its violence came premediated.
"Irrigation?" Dawn said, remembering there recent farming experience. "It's a watery thing where you move it from where it is to where the plants are. Sounds like something the rain guys would be talking about."
"Are you having sinkhole problems, or did something knock them down?" Dawn wasn't sure how hard it was to knock down a building - she'd never tried - but it seemed difficult.
Dawn considered for a moment. "I don't think I'm related to turnips. Maybe blackberries? I'm more vine-y than squash-ee." She started heading for the mayor, then paused. "Where did you loose all the cows? They seem like they'd be easy to spot. Maybe they learned Invisibility? Can you get cow sorcerers?"
"Bonesnapper sounds scary," Dawn said slowly. Then she perked up. "Good thing I don't have any bones. And I'd like to talk to the mayor."
Ouch, get stormed on?
"I'm Dew in the Dawnlight," Dawn added formally. "Do you know what the big spooky shape outside of town was? It got pretty close to our camp, and we wondered if it was bothering you folks too."
"I'm a plant," Dawn said cheerfully, having been proven right about werecamels. "We eat apes and fish." Plants truly devoured all...eventually.
You've given Dawn the power of creation. That will end well.
"I thought it might be a bear, but then I thought a werecamel might make more sense, but I'm not sure if those are real real," Dawn 'explained'.
Dawn shook her head and clicked her tongue in mild annoyance. "I saw the thing, but I saw it as it was leaving. Maybe it was a bear? Can't imagine there are that many large lumbering animals around. Are there any monsters that are big, live in woods and don't need much water? Are werecamels a thing?"
"You guys can all sleep, you know," Dawn replied cheerfully. "I still don't sleep." She paused. "At least, I don't think I sleep. It's the thing where you close your eyes for a while and keep rolling around and around, right? And sometimes talk about weird stuff. I guess I could do it, I just never got why."
"I'll leave it to you folks who do the sleep thing. I'll be a vine anyway, so it doesn't make much difference to me."
Sounds good.
The flesh restored, Dawn nodded. "Thanks!"
Dawn revealed her arm - the plant matter covering the divot where the bird had taken a chunk out - and said, "Well, my skin is healing - although it's not really my skin, exactly - but the bit underneath is a bit hollow. It should heal soon though."
It's finnnnne, Plant's don't get food poisoning.
"Does anything? And if the meat's tough that's what a marinades for. And a hammer." Dawn examined the dead birds to see if there was enough meat to be worth coming.
Dawn watched as the vultures fled. It was sad the beasts were desperate enough to try this on them - and sadder that they had gotten away, since there would likely be less kids in the area if this kept up. Hunting them down wouldn't do any good, though. Fixing the problem would. Instead, she looked over at Alasayn, and wondered why he was staring so intently at the horse. It wasn't even his horse. Seemed kinda odd, but the lesh shrugged and started gather the dead birds to make into something edible later. Waste not, don't die later of starvation.
Enjoying the game, just horribly distracted by real life. It's mostly calmed down now - we're moved in an getting ready to finish off the old place to hand the keys back in - but things are still hectic, and Trifoni's player just had surgery on her jaw, so she's still not quite with it.
Dawn tsked in annoyance at the missed shot, and sent a second stone towards the bird lifting Kaliban's horse to make it drop the creature. Losing a mount would be an issue.
We're in the middle of moving, so Trifoni will be along in a bit I'm afraid.
Dawn looked down at the wound on and frowned. It was a little surprising that the bird went for her, but perhaps it was desperate. On the plus side, it seems to choke on the 'meat' it got. A vegetarian vulture was not on the cards. And the skin began to heal back over the wound almost at once. Still, Dawn sent an Ioun Stone to explain her displeasure at the attack.
Dawn wasn't subtle. Her Ioun stones hummed as she focused, gathering power so she could hurl them further than normal. As soon as the giant birds got too close she'd learn them. Oh yes.
"Huh," Dawn said as the huge birds got closer. She got her Ioun stones spinning as she readied herself to disuade the birds from trying to eat her. "They seem pretty big." It was gonna suck to be meat person.
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