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Erevenywg's Loot!

Do Illthir know/remember any distinct pieces of clothing or such that Erevenywg would wear?

Not really. Erevenywg used long lasting disguise self every day to get dressed seeing it as way more efficient than carrying, washing, drying, darning, ironing, picking out, and wearing clothing.

Her belongings include: A backpack with little swatches of cloth sewn into it depicting various places in and around the Stolen Land some of them sport inked on check marks; 4 packages of trail rations that move on their own--clumping up, breaking apart and forming interesting patterns like star-fields; 1-foot of hemp rope; a 5-pole; a tinderbox from a tavern you all stayed in, a snuff box with one dose of wolf's bane inside; an old bear trap; one of each denomination of local (Brevic, and Mivon) coin except platinum, these she had mounted inside of a small stiff folio with room for more; and a half-full waterskin.

"Good luck! And I am the sorry about Ah-lia." The healer turns her back upon the tower to run off.

"Oh! Zoh-Khan! Which way is the camp!?"

"Erevenywg, can you flee? Warn the others if you can!" They won't find us in time, but at least they can learn of our fate.

Seeing he actually is a little vulnerable Zokon thinks and speaks.. "Erevenywg helps us, use your magic to heal or to blast the bad wolves , I don't know what you can do, just don't do nothing."

Looking torn Erevenywg shrugs, smiles and says with some determination. "You are right, Zoh-Khan, I should do something."

She grasps Zokon's arm again. And suddenly all of the pain and even the tear in his sleeve and the blood dripping along his arm from the wolf waif's attack disappears as if it had never happened. Zokon is back up to full hp!

Then like a flash she rushes past him and out the door. Or did she? She must have rushed past right? The worg, the werewolf, they must not have noticed, right?

She calls back up to the tower shell from the base of the stone step where she must have run too. Right? "BAAL-ZEROES! ZOH-KHAN! I SHALL RETURN WITH THE HELP!"

"I suppose...." says the fey forlornly.

"I never knew it was going to end like this, Zoh-Khan." says Erevenywg to no one in particular while coming to grips with her and the party's apparent destiny. "Well, that is not really true, but I had hoped to not actually be present for it."

Looks ready to delay again unless someone has any suggestions.

{Continues fretting even as the aura of potent healing magic glows forth from her fingertips.}

"But if I do...."

Erevenywg gasps at the sight of Alia's crumpled form.

"It is just as it was written. The wolf in sheep's skin."

The forest.

"THERE ARE MORE OF THEM OUTSIDE!" cries Erevenywg pointing.

"LOOK! SHEEP!"

Erevenywg rides up beside Alia and Illvah and says to the elf "Ail-ya, if you would like, I can stay with Ell-vah."

Erevenywg too becomes quieter. Her expression grows somber and concerned.

During the interim, Fergus will approach their fey companion. And strike up a conversation in sylvan.

Greetings, I hope you don't find it to presumptuous of me to ask how you came about traveling with Alia and Zokon? You have any plans for the future?

does the group know what type of Fey Erevenywg is? If not, could Fergus make a knowledge check to guess?

They've never quite figured that out. Alia commented that the six-and-a-half tall woman looked like a gnome, others have said an odd elf but obviously neither seems quite right. It is apparent that she is at least fey-touched and otherworldly, but beyond that....

"Hm!? Plans!? Myself!? No! Why would I have plans!?" Erevenywg hurries away from the dwarf.

At work but the easiest way would be to tag her icon back to her character page, go to her oldest post and work a little back from there.

In that case, I would request that you first investigate our Fey tagalong.

Who fled to us from something. And provided Numalar with some cryptic warnings.

Oh come on, she cute. How bad could it be?

And she's standing right behind you with a serrated greatsword. Her neon pink eyes twitching in insane manic fury....

{Looks on amazed!}

"Does not the white-haired elf woman remind you of someone, Al-Leah?"

At that moment the actors use the tear-away prop to tremendous effect.

"I was wrong. The person I was thinking of is not nearly as well gifted with bouncy upper chest flesh. It is quite impressive, do you not think? Why the buoyancy alone--"

"Do you suppose that I may be chosen as a bridesmaid?" Erevenywg asks of those around her. "What is the aphorism? 'Always bride. Never a bridesmaid.'"

"A SURPRISE WEDDING! Is it not the romantic, Al-Leah?" Erevenywg says while jumping up and down, and clapping to Alia. "I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU TWO! YOU MAKE SUCH A BEAUTIFUL COUPLE!" she shouts and waves to Zokon and Pavetta.

Erevenywg grabs a book off a shelf and balances it on her head.

"There."

"Oh, Al-lia, Is it not amazing! To be able to stumble upon such a wondrously noble, woodland beast!" cries Erevenywg from the top of the hill, her eyes glistening at the sight of the great bear--truly one of nature's most majestic and awe-inspiring creatures.

Just then, Serene rushes forward, shouting, her bent blade raised.

Serena swings hard, hoping to get past the beast's thick hide.

Moved Serena up.

Taking the fight to the bear, the paladin swats it with her curved blade, drawing a little blood, and a lot of attention.

Erevenywg's eyes widen and mouth hangs agape at the scene.

"It is indeed wondrous. Look! There are even trees!"

"Come! Zoh-Khan will catch you!" cries Erevenywg to the girl, but the girl shrinks back, too terrified to move.

Erevenwyg acrobatics (rope): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

"It is not as easy as it looks." says the gangly fairy woman who suddenly seems to be all elbows and knees.

The girl next to her looks as though she is trying make her self as small as possible as the sound of the baying wolves draws nearer.

Everyone is up again.

Map updated

{Looks nervously over her shoulder}

Even with Zokon's and Erevenywg's aid Balzeros rolls down the bank.

"No, no, no. Bawl-Zeroes I said 'do not' touch that branch." says Erevenywg.

Serena begins moving from one foot to the other while bidding her time to cross.

"Bawl-Zeroes." Erevenywg helpfully suggests that Balzeros does not use one particularly handy branch on the log for balance.

She casts guidance on Balzeros.

"Zokon, help me out here."

"I can tie the rope, Ail-Ya." Erevenywg matches her actions to her words.

Zokon retrieves and secures a rope to a nearby tree.

Erevenywg helps the girl up on Alia's back where she clings like an opossum.

Taking the rope Alia swings down. She reaches bottom, and turns only to bump into Erevenywg, who somehow is already there.

"Is this not the exciting, Ail-Ya?" Erevenywg says giddily while helping the wary girl down off the elf's back.

Fergus shakes off the enchantment with encouragement from Illthir that comes in the form of flying turf.

Serena stands guard as Balzeors uses his magic to snarl the path. (Entangle has a long enough range that he could cast it from the current space delaying long enough for Fergus to get away first, Balzeros could target a space around the fairies who give off enough light to see it by).

"Zo-Khan, should I be breathing more of the fire?"

"Should I breath that way?" Erevenywg asks.

Balzeros gives Fergus a nod of thanks before turning his attention to the chain holding the girl fast. "They're chained, we need to break their bonds!" he calls out, before his whole arm seems to turn to wood. Unalarmed, he lifts it overhead and strikes down on the chain where it meets the rock.

"Erevenywg, what do you know about this circle?" And why the hell did you not say anything before? It affects the captives too, the targets of our RESCUE mission!
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I think it is too late to say Balzeros heard the warning in time to not enter the circle (unless Balzeros had his own way of knowing via knowledge/prior experience and). With her chained, he won't have picked her up yet and knowing generally her age (therefore the approximate the age suggests), he will just take her hand and run instead, once/if it gets to that. Swift for his Tree Limb ability, standard to strike the chain, move action for drawing the dagger for the girl.

She didn't actually give the warning until Alia grew close, By then Balzeros and Fergus were already there. The place looks to be an ancient druid circle. If only you had more time.... ;)

"This circle? N-nothing, Baal-Zeroes I just thought that-" then just at that moment....

Erevenywg darts off to breath fire upon another ice troll.

Erevenywg stops, and gulps fire as Alia draws near. "Al-Lia! Do not enter the circle!"

"Zo-Khan, the trolls are not being knocked down that much!" exclaims Erevenywg.

"Erevenwyg, can you make fire? If so can you burn any troll after they have been knocked down?"

"Um, sort of, Zo-Khan." Erevenywg says sounding a bit unsure of herself. She moves her hands and arms about murmuring the words of magic.

"Is this not the exciting?" Erevenywg shouts as she begins rushing up the trail.

{She casts bless.}

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

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

"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.

"...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.

"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 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?"

**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!"

"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.