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It is very quiet. Nothing but a slight breeze through the surrounding foliage.

"I did not hear anything either, Ill-The-Ear."


dice:
1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

"Ill-The-Ear, Ail-Ya, Zo-Khan do any of you hear anything?"


"So what exactly is it that we doing again?" asks Erevenywg in a whisper.


Balzeros of the Narl wrote:
"...First time on a boat then?" Balzeros hesitantly asks Erevenywg. Peculiar... Hope she is as excited about hammocks!

"The first time that I remember." says Erevenywg, apparently a bit disappointed that the barge doesn't breath 'the black fire'.


Once upon the barge, shortly after getting underway, Erevenywg runs to the front almost falling overboard in her excitement. She throws her arms wide, and shouts "Am I not the Queen of this World!?"

"WHAT!?" shouts Urmak again.


At the Dock PCs can Appraise the logger's offer of a ride.

"But they don't breathe black fire like a true swan does, though maybe a gizmologist could rig a system to spread alchemical fire!" continues Erevenywg. When she notices the new arrival she introduces herself the way that Bloody Angus Makdoon taught her.

"I be Erevenywg. Ask me again, and I'll tell you the same." Then the tall, delicate fey woman spits in her palm and offers it for shaking.


Illthir Winlowe wrote:
"I don't know; I think it would be lots of work to make a boat look like a swan. Do boats where you come from look like swans?" the skald asks while also pondering it Erevenywg had taken one of her more flowery poems to heart.

"Oh yes, Ill-The-Ear. They glide upon the water, have long delicate necks, their sides are carved with wing designs, and they are usually over 30-feet long, just like real swans!" explains Erevenywg practically hopping with excitement.


At the Docks

Illthir Winlowe wrote:
Illthir raises her hand to shield her eyes from the sun and gazes out over the water. "Let's ask the river traders if they're going where we're going. Maybe the logging raft could take us - if they'd go back empty anyhow?"

"Are those boats? Why don't they look more like swans?"


dice:
1d20 ⇒ 2

**KONK!** "OW! &^#%$#@ $#@& #$*&@%!" curses Erevenywg in fluent dwarven. The dwarves at the next table nod in approval, though one old-timer blushes beneath his beard.


"...?"


"Hello to Gwen here and her owl Juno" says the tall fey woman. "Oh it is terrible! That &^#$^@ &*%#@*! wizard, as Angus would say, turned Mr. Ibbelbbek into this amphibian! Look!"


Illthir Winlowe wrote:

"Aight." she nods at Zokon and waves at Dool. The skald nods at the cart. "Your transport? We'll load up the Rust Monster shortly."

Assuming it is indeed his hulking goon Illthir will help Zokon - and requisition the aid of two others if needed - and drag the box out to the cart. "Ah-pfff I *grunt* need the right leverage! Blasted thing why can't rust monsters eat something lighter!"

"Oh nice Newt you found there Erevenywg. Where did you get that?" The skald notes that the crowd is totally gone and throw a suspicious glance at Dool and the newt. Oh well. *Surely* it was deserved if that was actually what happened.

"It's Mr. Ibbelbbek!" Erevenywg cries. "The wizard turned him into this!"


Looking outside the front doors one can determine a few things. One, the crowd (nearly to a man) is gone. Two, Erevenywg is holding a red newt. And three there is a large cart with a hulking driver wearing a long, dark cloak, thick leather gauntlets, a burgandy scarf over his mouth, and tinted goggles.


Erevenywg just takes it all in as if she were on a magical romp to some storybook faerie land.


Illthir Winlowe wrote:

"The critters aren't in their boxes at the moment, which is certainly the cause for this little pickle. *Why* they aren't in their boxes though is a very interesting question. It's almost like someone wanted to sabotage something... But who would care that much about the fate of this store?" The skald wonders out loud, hoping that maybe one of the three people outside the store could provide a clue - willing or not. Because intrigue was more interesting then simply bad luck!

*brings finger to chin and furrows her brow*


Outside

"Most of the crashing has stopped now." Erevenywg explains to Javers and Elgeen who looks pale after all the noise and crowing that had just gone before. "Dur-Ghan just shouted, and I think I hear Ill-thir whispering to someone. How many creatures do you house here, El-Geen?"


"THERE IT IS!" shouts Erevenywg jumping up and down, and pointing at the aisle.

The crowd, Javers, and Elgeen all tense-up and recoil a step.


"Zzzzz... Zzzzz...."


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"Oh, Scar-Lets-Carab! Is it not romantic! Will they now begin knocking their boots together, and grabbing each other's beards like Angus said?"


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Scarlet Scarab wrote:

Scarlet takes a look at the Outpost. May be her last look for a while.

"Erevenywg, you alright? We're going on a trip to Restov." More crowded cities.

"Does that make me queen, Scar-Lets-Carab? Do I get a crown? I think that I would be a good queen. I would let my subjects eat cake!"


"Well-." and there begins a rapid-fire explanation of all that had been said by both sides along with imitations of all the various speakers.

Folks who don't speak Draconic can now open all the scene's Draconic spoilers.


bluff (pass secret message to allies): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27

Erevenywg makes a strange distressed-looking face while making a chopping motion with one hand just below her tiny chin.

Secret message:
"Maybe don't antagonize them so much."


"Yes. The stone is very big."


Erevenywg watches with interest as the rumbling boulder approaches her, Posh and their mount with mounting speed.


"Ooo!" says Erevenywg pointing at the boulder through the illusion.


Erevenywg reaches out and touches a bit of the "wall" with one delicate hand.

1d20 + 5 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 5 + 2 + 4 = 26

"Ooooo. It is like the box seats at the Hippodrome."

dice:
1d20 ⇒ 11
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
1d20 ⇒ 4
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
1d20 ⇒ 13
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11


"Is this not what is called 'the exciting!?'" Erevenywg asks Posh. The fey woman is practically vibrating with excitement.


{Looks about expectantly.}


dice:
1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27

Poshment Underhill wrote:

Posh, though tired manages to find the strength to keep on and not simply fall asleep in the saddle. However he fails to pay much attention, listening to the music of their fey companion.

"Erevenywg, I have to ask. How did you know it was me when I was disguised back at the Manor?" he guessed she must've had some kind of special sight that gazed through illusions.

"Hm!? Oh, um, magic."

Illthir Winlowe wrote:
Is it a sonic effect :D?

Yes!

Illthir Winlowe wrote:
"That's a neat tune." Illthir smiles and approaches Erevenywg. "What are you humming?"

"Oh, it is something that I learned when I was small."


Meanwhile, back at the fort, Alia is quietly tossing the Bandit Cheiftain's chambers, when from just over her shoulder.

"KNIFE EARS!" shouts Erevenywg with joy bordering on mania. "IS IT NOT 'THE GRAND!' We have slain the Huntsman and rescued the Young Prince! We should be dancing! Come!" And she too tries to drag off a party member.

If no one else has, the tall fey woman has surreptitiously healed Arris the fox of all of his remaining ills. After petting him and scratching behind his ear.


dice:
1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

"Oh!? Um, so anta moina ana ni." Erevenywg says and then smiles sweetly.

Accented Sylvan:
"Oh!? Um, he just reminded me of someone I thought I once knew." Erevenywg says and then smiles sweetly.


"-Yes na- i tar-'s rúatan!" exclaims Erevenywg pointing at the Stag Lord.

Accented Sylvan:
"He looks like the queen's huntsman!"


Fort v thunderstone: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18


Scarlet helps the strange fey woman over the wall into the fort so she will not get hurt.

"WHEEEE!!!"

acrobatics: 1d20 ⇒ 6 fall damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

**CRASH!** rattlerattlerattlerattlerattlerattle-plunk!

Erevenywg stands up and dusts herself off.


Scarlet Scarab wrote:

"Wait, Erevenywg!" Scarlet gasps. "I gotta help her over, first!"

She hoists Illthir over the wall.

Scarlet points to the longsword she dropped.

Erevenywg stops short in her rage-filled zombie smacking and becomes instantly lucid. "Oh?" She drops her stick and reaches down for the sword. One of the zombies almost accidentally takes a swipe at her, missing as she leans over to pick it up.

blue slam v Erevenywg (AoO): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10 damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

"This sword, Scar-lets-karab?" She looks it over curiously.

Cold Iron Masterwork Longsword (inspired): 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 6 + 1 = 24 damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

"Yes! It is a real belter!" she says nearly severing the creature's head from its shoulders.


"FAIRE!"

Sylvan:
"DEATH!"

With a fierce Sylvan battlecry Erevenywg rushes out onto the battlefield with her tree branch! With both hands she brings it down smartly on the shoulder of one of the zombies accosting Scarlet.

Erevenywg club v blue (charge! inspired, rage!): 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 5 + 2 + 1 + 1 = 21 damage: 1d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 1 = 5 Hit, but no damage because of DR.


Scarlet Scarab wrote:
She hoists Serena up and over the hill. She points at Posh and Illthir. "Oi, hurry up."

"US, Scar-lets-karub?! Really?!" Erevenwyg excitedly looks about for a big stick to wield.


"Where should I stand?" Erevenywg says bouncing with excitement.


knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Evevenywg lets out a long string of dwarven curses that might even cause Scarlet to blush a bit redder.


Illthir Winlowe wrote:

With a few trips outside to check that Alia hadn't expired of stubbornness of course. Oh and she should try and find Erevenwyg. It might help the fairy to have some sources of linguistical inspiration that wasn't foul mouthed dwarves. (Plus if she just learned "Angus" she'd have to learn common anyhow ...)

"This is my friend Erevenwyg! I don't remember if you were introduced properly or not. And please mind her language, she's trying to learn. But *uh* her usual teacher was kinda short and beardy ... Ah you'll understand."

Erevenwyg bows demurely.

"He was bloody stone-humper, your Ladyship." she says smiling at her mastery of the common local tongue.


"Oh, but he does Scar-Lets-Karab. He does." the very tall woman says emphatically. "Perhaps you have not sat across from him at dinner when they are serving 'the meat'."


Miles wrote:

Miles smirks and shakes his head.

"If I turn my back, I can never possibly repent for what's happened." she turns to see that now he is well and truly cornered along with Erevenywg.

Sylvan:
"You best help me so I can help my friends, I don't think this dwarf nor this horse will go down easily."

Erevenywg whispers into the empty air.

Sylvan and Perception DC 15, +1 for every 10' away:
"I am sorry P-Miles, but I am forbidden to interfere."


Miles De Nerthopln wrote:
** spoiler omitted **

"I know." she says with absolute certainty.


Miles De Nerthopln wrote:

Miles is confused, especially with the approach of these angry-looking dwarves and not knowing whose side they might be on. For a moment he looks to Erevenywg and decides to talk to her in Sylvan.

He continues his performance, uncertain about his next move.

"-yes na- sanda ni ungo tye an a anann anann lú. Tar n- ósanwe." Erevenywg stops and considers this for a moment, before regarding the magical darkness. "Ni vamme care- nat i yallume lú so ni osán- vamme ni pole- care- anything sina lú."

Sylvan:
"It's true I've been following you for a long long time.... There must be a reason." Erevenywg stops and considers this for a moment, before regarding the magical darkness. "I didn't do anything the last time so I doubt I can do anything this time."

"Oh, and you best run, because I think Angus is going to try and shove your sword 'where the sun doth not glimmer.'" she beams happily at her rendering of the figure of speech.


Bloody Angus Makdoon wrote:
Dwarves pile out of the cathedral top and bottom, led by Warbeard. They take up [Bloody Angus's] chant.

Seeing the angry-looking dwarves marshal from the cathedral's double doors and advance upon them, Erevenywg looks down at Miles, and says with an air of gleeful anticipation: "Is this not what your people call 'going to be the good'?"

She beams excitedly.


Erevenywg races after Scarlet calling back to Miles: "Túl! Ni indóme vamme vamme cen- sina!"

Sylvan:
"Come! I will not fail to see this!"


Scarlet Scarab wrote:

Scarlet prepares to... oh, Alia destroyed it.

She shrugs, sighs, and double moves AGAIN down the stairs towards her charge.

** spoiler omitted **

"IT'S OKAY! I'M WITH P-MILES!" Erevenywg shouts back with a big, exaggerated wink. She notices Miles moving off, looks puzzled, sniffs her own armpits, and then prances after the gnome. "See?"


Somewhere beneath all the noise. (Perception DC 15+1 per 10 feet distant you are; or you could just be Miles and open it):
"It is exciting is it not Po-shment?" says Erevenywg eating itty-bitty sandwiches from a silver platter.


"Oh! I think I see Scar-lets-karab!" Erevenywg shouts in excitement from the doorway. She waves up at the women trying to get there attention.


"The fire looks very pretty from here do you not think, Scar-lets-karab?" Erevenywg says looking up from the doorway. She's on her tip-toes as if that would get her closer.

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