Fennith's page

I'm still puzzled on the Anhana. They don't have children. And no proper long-term planning skills - I mean, to be honest, all Fey would be quite terrible surrogate parents for a child of any race.
Maybe there was some old Gnome(to keep the first world connection - maybe even a Witch with a Fey Patron?) that took you in and you simply played a lot with the Anhana in the vicinity of the shed in the woods?
I mean, they subsist on nuts and berries - i'm not sure you'd even survive with the diet.
(They are also full of personality traits I hope you did not pick up from them in your formative years. Such as complete disregard for laws of civilization, flighty and erratic behaviour or proneness to abandon things on a whim - as mentioned, Fey would make terrible surrogate parents in general - for a ton of reasons)

My other character WAS actually abducted into the First World for a few years...but he was an Elf and didn't even remember that part of his early childhood. Trying to say I totally understand the notion, but spending almost half your life at that age with Fey almost exclusively seems...troublesome)

And you lived. With Anhana?
I'll assume you are aware that while generally helpful and not shy, we do shun physical contact and closeness and prefer our own company.
Why did we not lead you back to your own kind, but rather decide to have you stay among ours?

(Fennith is an Anhana Guardian Spirit of mine in another campaign, so I already did some research into them...Anhana don't usually qualify as they can't become Familiars, but the character had deep bonds with Fey(including bloodline) and the limited options were not quite satisfactory, so DM ok'ed her.(that, and my other option was an aether elemental that would have become quite a beast with the template.))

"Ha, brother...if not for you, I'm not sure I would even exist. So the least I can do is help you out a bit after all this time. Don't mention it.", she laughs, holds him tight one more time, then takes two steps backward, moving through the same kind of portal that brought here here minutes earlier: "I'll look forward to the tea."

Fennith takes a step away from the new Foe - she was unused to combat, but she would not let her brother down:"Your luck has run out, evildoer."

Throwing Ill Omen SLA at him, to force re-rolls on his next 2 D20 rolls.

"If you want to play with him, you do that.", Fennith throws the prepared rope towards Kazador, not hiding her happyness over not having to bind Alabaster herself.
Instead, she retrieves her Shears, and stands watch next to the unconscious bodyguard. "Not sure if this one will make it. She's still smoking."

Will Save: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27
The small Fey stops binding Alabaster long enough to take note of the woman who just entered.
"Yeah. You'd best listen to him. You have no power here."
Same trigger as Túrion, if the woman casts something, Psychic Barrage on her - DC 21 Will Save or she is dazed. She's good with those, but here's hoping.

"I got him.", the smallish Fey tells Kazador as she approaches with a bit of rope hidden away, then, after a moment, adds: "Your blow knocked him out cold, I don't think you need to choke him more..."
Fennith did not look forward to tying the man up, but the rope was conveniently already prepared with holes for the hands - if she was careful she could probably do this without actually touching him.

For the record, Fennith has a +19 on her disguise (and on her bluff).
Even with the penalty for race and potentially for age(I mean, what age category are Fey anyway...for them it's really just a number :D), that should be decent enough to fool him.
At the least, to get him into the room with her. Also, while Fennith does have issues with bodily autonomy, that's not a "sexual" thing. As many Fey, she'd have no problem with some nudity - as long as people keep their distance. So she may also get him to undress before we make our move.
(Probably not strictly necessary, but I'd like the actual thing to be over as quickly as possible, hopeful before he gets to act - so that nobody in the main room of the brothel notices something is off. Any disadvantage for him helps.)

(And for the record, I did consider simply trying to use Suggestion on him - but he may already be on edge, he may consider certain things 'dangerous' to him, etc... I was not sure if I could maintain control over him, or if I would have backup. That, and we just did that with Rollinsby so I wanted to mix it up a bit :) )

"Hm. The silent one looks younger.", Fennith points at Fyrtor. "Except for him, aye, you're probably the second-youngest. And thanks for shining some light on what exactly was going on there - I would have wanted to know anyway. As for saving them - Túi asked me to do it. For some lady-friend of his. Glad you liked it, too -"
Túrion briefly blushes, avoiding looking at Mel.
"Either way, I'd gladly sing and dance with you someday soon - but I'm a bit...sensitive about touching. Or rather being touched. It's a thing with my kind. So it's gotta be one of those non-touchy dances, ok? And maybe somewhere outdoors? Oh, and I'll definitely want to see something you carved then.", Fennith is genuinely excited to learn about Hal.

"Hello, Melia who is careful-with-names! And Dwarf who is a friend. And hello, Norn-respecting nameless man! But Norns are much bigger than my kind.", she smiles, clearly amused at the comparison. "You got that right, though, if THEY decide to get involved, then things certainly are interesting."
She takes a sip from the tea cup and beams at Túrion before turning back to Hal:"This place is decent. Civilized, of sorts. Not that I'm a big fan of being trapped in piled up stones with some holes, but much better than being called into whatever hot mess was going on previously. I mean, is that a way to treat family? You guys should scold Túi for pulling a reckless stunt like that."
She takes another sip from the Tea, enjoying the subtle fruity flavors.
"So, about all that introduction stuff...I sure hope to get some time to talk with him later, so he can tell me about you guys, or you can do so yourself if you prefer. As for me, I suppose brother already explained a bit? What else...I like woodworking, arranging flowers, song, music and dance. I'm also usually good with people. My instinct normally guides me well. But I admit I have a hard time reading you right now."
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 19

Stepping through the Portal again, the small Fey looks around, obviously satisfied there does not seem to be an ongoing battle. Upon noticing the tea, she squeals with delight:"My favorite. You remember!", only then noticing people around the table looking - or in some cases staring - at her.
"Oh, where are my manners. Fennith, pleased to meet all of you. You are my brothers companions?" She does a perfect little curtsy, but does not offer her hand in greeting.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28 Trying to make a good first impression.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 13 + 2 = 32

As the shops workers are lined up and Túrion speaks his word, Fennith moves from worker to worker, looking at their expressions, at their eyes, their body language and signs of fear or stress. Then, swiftly, she clips some locks of hair, indicating those she considers guilty.

I assume cutting a few hairs is not an assault in the sense of ending invisibility - but I can agree to some other sign, like using chalk to write an X on the floor. Anything where she gets to act like a divine force of revelation.

Then a small voice comes from a corner of the room:<Sylvan>"You best keep your promise. My time here is almost over, I already feel drawn home. Don't make me wait too long - and remember to make some tea..."<Sylvan>

We also have a Dwarf, another couple humans, a Halfling - plenty of prisoners.
I think ONE guy was downed before Fennith was called in, and even he would be stable if he wasn't dead before she arrived.

Mister Mage may have kept stuff in an alternate Dimension, but it's worth checking regardless. That, and Secluded Grimoir(if you refer to that) only works on one book at a time - no multiple casts - and a standard spellbook has 100 pages - I have a feeling if he has Level 8 Spells he'll have more pages covered(since spells take a page per level).
Of course, he may have a Blessed Book, but even then it's worth checking/making sure.

(and yeah, his allowance would be 35k, so pre-sale it checks out. But I doubt he had a lot of +1 weapons or armor...that is, I am fine with waiving it forward, but he may have some of that value invested in things interesting for us. Say, a Pearl of Power or Two. Calculating those into sale value, then purchasing them back at double price seems undesirable :)

@Drugs&Co - unless you intend to peddle the drugs to street orphans, I won't really mind. Hal is a grown man and can spend his spare time as wasted as he wants. Personal Freedom is a big deal! :D

"I don't want to go back yet.", Fennith complains, then vanishes from sight. (@Hal: Not something her kind usually is capable of)
"And I don't like this, but I'll...try and help.", she stated while moving to a safer spot, further from the fighting.

Reflex: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
"What the...that HURT!" The girl moves some steps away, shaking her limbs. "This was a stupid idea. I know why you did it, but I would have been willing to wait longer and do it proper, you know, with a cup of Tea and nuts or so..."
Her eyes dart from door to door, knowing there are likely more enemies around.
Ready action to use Hideous Laughter on any new enemies if they are in range.

"Really, Tee? You could not do this in a more relaxed setting?"
Realizing she can't really do something to the invisible mage, and unwilling to touch him, she instead looks at the Dwarf:"Keep laughing!"

Hideous Laughter - DC 17 Will Save, or fall prone and no actions.

The halfling-sized woman steps closer yet to Túrion, then hugs him - (behaviour that may strike hal as weird...)
"Brother, I missed you! Will you come to play?"
She maintains her ready action - Nelly is out of range, so only Túrion and herself are covered.

There's a sudden...pull, towards the corner of the room. Not a real gravitational one, more the sort where your mind believes that gravity suddenly shifted and your body wonders what is going on, because in reality, everything is fine.
A shift in perception akin to what a drunk person might feel, moments before the ground jumps up into his face and everything goes dark.
But while gravity itself was very much unaffected, the same could not be said for the shadows, which distorted and grew blacker - so black that not even Kazadors sight managed to penetrate it, before stretching out and starting to emit a glow around the outer edge of what became a large oval.
The deep blackness suddenly gave way to a lush forest, vibrant with colors and lush with life. Out of that forest stepped a miniature young woman with pale white skin, almost like ivory; she had long, braided hair festooned with ribbons; and large, slanted eyes of deep violet, and was wearing flowing, diaphanous clothing.
As she stepped through, a wave of pure, undiluted life flooded through the portal. Even those barely clinging to life would be bolstered by such intense energies - death had no place in the presence of the first world.
The small woman stood gracefully, then took in her surroundings. Looking at the opposite corner of the room, she smiles:"Túrion...to finally see you again. And how nicely you dressed up. I didn't know!"
She then starts moving towards Túrion, not seeming worried about the ongoing combat in the least. "And what a cute wolf! Does she like to play?"