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Well, Chi is being nice with his hugs. Normally he just bows. The Boss told me it was very important to him. I hug him back.

Frankie's innocence is still intact. Yay! That's always the first thing to go from these short-lived mortals. He still reeks of maple syrup, though...

I've been organizing more and more at the Farmtownbreach. Lots of First Worlders are arriving to check things out, and I have to lay the ground rules.

- Pranking is OK, unless it kills them. Mortals don't like that.
- Alert the patrols if you see cold-forged iron; we need to keep track of it.
- Remember the Mortals haven't figured out their purposes yet, so don't stifle them too much.
- Be wary of which animals you awaken. Some of them are meant for harvest.

The Queen and the Boss figured it out, huh? Good, I hate keeping secrets. The Boss keeps wondering about her eventual return to the Grove and meeting Queen Syntria again. The Queen of Thorns decorates the rosebed and keeps her temper in check everytime the mortals do something silly. The Boss is keeping the Queen calm. Maybe Syntria's experiment is paying off: teach the Queen of Thorns humility by using the Boss's experiences.

I fear the Wind. He's whispering into my ear or a friend's ear, like a bug digging into your bark. If you ignore it, it burrows deeper and deeper, draining you dry. If you dig it, it squirms faster and steals your attention. And when you pull it out and throw it away, the bug left its mark. He wants me to remember something I did and... I don't want to. I just want to help the Boss.

So I curl up next to her and the Queen. The tea leaves smell like comfort as the Boss drinks up from her teapot. The Queen nitpicks every blemish and error in the grove, especially if Mortal trash blew in. But the Boss does compliment the irrigation system, or the tools used, and even the teapot. All made by Mortals.

The Boss scratches me behind the ears and it reminds me I'm important. That's all I could ask for, really.

Denair has 10 foot reach, so Yellow provokes for shooting within her threatened squares.

Slam, Power Attack: 1d20 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 4 = 16
Damage, Power Attack: 1d8 + 6 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 6 = 13

"Hey! No shooting!" Denair swings her arm at the bowman.

Denair can't help but yelp.

Reflex Save, Frankie, Evasion!: 1d20 + 3 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 3 + 4 = 27

But Frankie's wiggling helps out at an opportune time. She quickly twists to safety, evading the bolt altogether.

She continues to fly to the raised platform and drops Frankie on the table.

With that done, Denair materializes as she tries to smash the Red clad archer.

Slam, Power Attack, Invisible!: 1d20 + 6 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 6 + 4 - 2 = 23
Damage, Power Attack: 1d8 + 6 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 6 = 18

Denair manages to keep herself from bouncing giddy at the idea. Meredith just sighs and casts Invisibility on Denair, then Frankie.

Once everyone is ready, Meredith casts Shield on herself.

"Yay, doors! Come on, Frankie!" Denair buzzes down the corridor. Meredith follows closely.

"Wait, if we move the beam, what happens?" Denair is confused, but really curious about moving the beam.

Denair buzzes up to the door, hovering near the ceiling.

Perception: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (7) + 16 = 23

She definitely sees the outline of a secret door.

Meredith casts Detect Magic, focusing on the door itself.

"Whee! You're a lot heavier than the Boss. Oops, she said I shouldn't say that out loud!"

Denair buzzes about and scoops up Meredith, airlifting her to the bottom of the ladder.

She flies back to the top. "I can carry everyone else down if they want."

Meredith wrinkles her nose and shakes her head slightly. Denair knows what that means: The Boss is annoyed again.

AoO Slam, Power Attack: 1d20 + 6 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 4 - 2 = 18
Damage, Power Attack: 1d8 + 6 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 6 = 14

Denair snaps her arms instinctively at the swarm.

"Uh, Zirt, do you want to clear out of here? I could carry you. Unless Benedict wants to do it."

Meredith and Denair will wait for Zirt and Benedict's action. Denair is willing to carry anyone who moves underneath her.

It looked like the sink hole is blocking the eastern exit for everyone except fliers, so Meredith and the people we rescued are stuck. I have no idea if they can survive a rat mauling.

"Okay? Done and done." Denair is glad the man is out of the hole. "Hey boss? I can work on scattering the rats. Maybe you should focus on getting away?"

Denair hovers 10 feet over the visible group of rats.

Slam, Power Attack: 1d20 + 6 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 6 + 4 - 2 = 20
Damage, Power Attack: 1d8 + 6 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 6 = 14

Denair can get resistance 5 to cold/fire/acid/lightning/sonic, briefly. The rats are still gonna hurt her, but she's an eidolon, she takes the hits first.

Meredith + Denair have a solution... no wait, Meredith needs 4th level spells to pull that off. So we could Power Level Meredith for 3 more levels, or...

Once we pull this guy out of the goo, we run. Let the rats scatter.
Actually, are they big enough to take half damage? Denair could just hover above the swarm and pummel it to oblivion.

Denair is the all-in-one air rescue chopper AND apache attack vehicle! Pew pew!

"Right, Boss. I mean, Meredith." Denair breathes deeply and pulls again.

Str check with Aid: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 2 = 11
GM Reroll: 1d20 + 4 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 2 + 2 = 18

Denair tries to keep her grip on the man before pulling again. "So the tree was really happy about its new spot, but it was sad about the grubs and the little mole who lived near the roots. The mole was able to find a new home next to another tree, so it mostly turned out okay. A few of the satyrs were impressed with the loggers, and left a few gifts for them and their mates. Um, and they also left other gifts but the Boss warned me about talking about those kinds in front of strangers. But the next generation of loggers had a lot more fur and hooves than before."

Denair continues to yammer on as she resumes her airlifting duties.

"Okay, it's like the time those nice loggers moved a tree from some diseased puddle of... something or other." Denair carefully scoops the man up. "They dug around the roots first to give it plenty of room. Well, they missed a few roots but that's not the point. Then they slung this big harness underneath so the tree wouldn't drag across the forest floor. Some of the branches did and snapped off, but they were trying really hard!" Denair rambles a bit as she tries to get the victim to relax.

Knowledge(Nature): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Denair notices the rats crawling out the whole. "That's a swarm of rats. Rather advanced. Why are they in a sinkhole? Are they diseased?"

I forgot if the disease is Special Attack or Special Ability. But that's my question.

"Okay, let's pull him up!" Denair reaches her long arms into the hole and tries to pull whatever the woman is holding onto.

Str Check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Denair is a bit startled as Vosk splashes something on her. Buzz and Lightyear quickly back off, mumbling their displeasure. Denair snorts. "Ew. Stinky. But it does hurt a lot less."

She gently lowers Benedict to the ground. "Sorry Benedict. Most of the wolverines I know of can't control their tempers."

Apologies Zirt, but Denair will try to grapple Benedict. It's against the PFS rules to PvP, so please tell me if I'm overstepping a line.

Since we're trying a non-violent solution and Benedict is in a blind rage, it's best to restrain him for now.

Denair floats in midair. "Oh, hi Antaios. Sorry, I thought I couldn't talk to you. How ya doing?" She waves her oversized hand. "I'm Denair, this is Frankie underneath you. That's my Boss, Meredith. This is Zirt and her wolverine Benedict who is in a pretty bad mood. One second."

Thanks to the weird lights, Denair feels a bit more confident than before. She stretches her arms down to scoop up Benedict before his rage overwhelms Antaios.

Denair will attempt to grapple Benedict, since he is currently raging and probably can't willingly stop. This will provoke an AoO if he has 10 foot reach.

Grapple vs Benedict's CMD: 1d20 + 6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 6 + 4 + 1 = 24

"It was all an accident! Don't worry! Calm down, we're trying to work things out, okay?"

Apologies Zirt, but our attempt at diplomacy won't go well if Benedict unleashes his berserker barrage.

"Wait, we can talk to it?" Denair continues buzzing in midair.

Denair frets as the thing wallops the wolverine. "No! You're not... Stop attacking! ugh!" She hovers in place and tries to hit the thing twice.

Slam, Power Attack: 1d20 + 6 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 6 + 4 - 2 = 26
Damage, Power Attack: 1d8 + 6 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 6 = 17

Slam, Power Attack: 1d20 + 6 + 4 - 2 - 5 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 4 - 2 - 5 = 10
Damage, Power Attack: 1d8 + 6 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 6 = 14

"Sorry thorns. Sorry. Sorry. Oh. Um... hello. You're shaped like a... tiger? Maybe we can ask a few-"

Denair reels back and squeaks as it slams into her. Wood chips fly off.

K Nature: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

"Living topiaries. Pretty advanced, too! And it hits really hard! Ow." Maintaining her midair balance, she counterattacks.

[ooc]Hey Frankie, do I need to be directly overhead for you to get your buffs? If the ceiling is high enough, Denair will move in to flank with him, once Meredith completes her turn."[/b]

Slam, Power Attack: 1d20 + 6 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 6 + 4 - 2 = 21
Damage, Power Attack: 1d8 + 6 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 6 = 16

"Oh, thorns! I got it! I got it!" Denair buzzes over to the thorns. "Please step aside, thorns! We're trying to help the nice man who is taking care of you!"

Denair has Woodland Stride, just like the Druid ability. She also has perfect flight. So she should be able to hover over the bushes as needed.

She inspects the bushes for any kind of clues or debris that may have fallen inside.
Perception: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (12) + 16 = 28

"Frankie, I'll lift you over the thorns if they get in your way."

"Oh, hello Mister Vine. Could you be so nice as to let us pass?" Denair asks the vine when it starts to move against Frankie.

If it's non magical, Denair does have Woodland Stride- I wonder if it would work here for her. Oh well.

"That will have to do for now, Mister Vine. No need to be so rude." She hi fives Frankie before they proceed.

Denair snorts as she sees Antaios has been kidnapped. Terrible! Who would do such a thing? And why, for that matter? More investigation is needed.

She continues exploring with Frankie and stops to look at the amaranthine juniper. Clearly Mister Chert knew how to treat flora with respect. When she sees the mostly empty liquid vial, she runs back to Meredith. "Boss! Boss! Do you know what this is?"

Survival: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 8 + 1 = 16

Meredith looks at the vial, confused. "Nnnnope. Hey, does anyone else want to look at this? I can't make heads or tails out of this. Be careful about touching it."

Denair tries to gently lift the plant Antaios upright. It's nice when someone adds some loving care and attention onto their plants, instead of leaving trash on it because "it can't talk, so it has no feelings."

Once she's done with that, Denair will take one more scan around the shop for any more clues to the attacker's whereabouts.

Perception: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 19

"Oh. Hi!" Denair drops on her knees and faces the newcomer. "I'm Denair. My boss Meredith is upstairs with Mister Chert. What's your name?" Denair extends a wooden hand towards the gnome, offering a gentle handshake.

She looks up at the menagerie of animals and her vulpine jaw pulls up, like she's smiling. "I see you help your friends. You should have come with us before- we were in the Darkmoon Vale, it was fun! I'll tell you about it later, though. Right now we have to look for clues!"

While Denair no longer has her leafy wings, she simply lifts herself above the ground and takes a look around the shop. She wants to be there, she's there.
Perception: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (20) + 16 = 36

Luckily I posted the level up details for levels 5-7, so I was able to regenerate the important details. I'm probably missing some skill points, but those shouldn't be a big deal.

Denair checks her arms, her legs, her trunk... well, she seems mostly alright. Helping Bittyblue, Frankie and the farm kept her busy. And she didn't have to think about Meredith's visitor. It was a welcome distraction.

"Hey boss. I'm gonna help Chi look around the shop for clues."

Due to a copy-paste snafu I lost Denair's build.

Luckily Meredith just leveled up, so I can pretty much remake Denair however I want to. I'm just giving a heads up just in case there are any discrepancies.

I'm fine with 5 or 6 PCs. Makes no difference to me.
Still leveling up Meredith, but Denair is ready.

Denair thought a dryad would have sprung out at some point from the roses. It grew quickly enough, expanding from a sprout into a small patch Denair could hide in. Then she realized the thorns only moved away from her and no one else. Oh well, she enjoyed the privacy.

"Oh, hey Boss! Want to practice the Outflank manuever? I think you figured it out." Meredith nods and the two run around the roses, using the edges as target practice. Meredith thrusts her spear as Denair slams down, hitting at the same time. Meredith's timing gets closer to Denair's, and they act as one.

Meredith pauses for a bit. "Hold on, I'm exhausted. Man, this rose bush is huge. Smells nice, at least. I should make more rose water for the tea." Denair scuttles up to Meredith and lies down, and Meredith instinctively pets her fur. The Boss is a lot more calm.

"Oh jeez. Sorry Denair, I forgot to tell you. Before I met the delegate and she gave me the tea set. There was... someone told me to tell you hi. I couldn't see him. And then I got the tea, and all of this Queen of Thorns stuff made sense, and then the fey moved in and I've been dealing with that-"

Meredith catches herself. "I always feel comfortable talking to you, I sometimes ramble. Anyway. He said you knew him. He was like a whisper on the wind-" Meredith nearly jumps back as Denair suddenly springs up and grabs her arm, tightly clutching it.

"He didn't hurt you, did he? Did he talk about anyone else? Does he know-" She looks around to the bush, to the barn, to the trees. "Does he know about me?"

Denair stays at Meredith's side for the rest of the day, even when Meredith unfetters her. But the Boss doesn't understand her fear. No one does. Except for him. And that's the problem.

"Hi Frankie! Having fun?" Denair makes sure to check on one of the few humans who don't annoy her. "Make sure you don't accept too many gifts from the fey. You might take on a debt... oh..." She notices the smell and telltale sticky fingers of fey candy all over him.

"Well, if you owe everyone a favor it might cancel out... Oh! Let me show you my house! It's a big oak tree, but's hollow on the inside. There's a bed made of leaves you can sleep on, and all the water you can drink, hot or cold." Her ears flutter before they flatten. "No syrup, though."

Everyone is sitting around, and they FINALLY decide to call upon the Queen for help. Of course, duh. So she nudges Meredith to talk to the grass, the wind, the birds. They all speak to her, she speaks to them, and they carry their tale to the Queen. Hopefully Meredith doesn't invoke her wrath.

Hearing about the cure does bring joy to Denair. There was fear in her mind as she heard the tales of the dying fey. "Laurel, could you... um... write down the cure? The Darkwood would love to hear more about it." And it would make a good offering.

The night is young, and most have gone to bed. Denair urges Meredith to relax and get to bed, even though the human is wide awake. The humidity is just right. The pollen smells just right. And there's a hint of persimmon in the air. Meredith's going to embarrass herself if she does this wrong.

But finally, the Queen arrives. Denair keeps her head low, and thinks about getting Meredith to bow down, but it would seem silly. Plus she may as well enjoy the Queen's dramatics and sense of flair. Bye Vonderella. Hopefully she won't be too cruel.

A feast, yes. Let the others participate, eat and drink. Denair's time to shine is now. She walks up to one of the Queen's emissaries. "We're all sorry for what happened. We have brought the person responsible. On behalf of my Boss, I present to you the cure the Humans developed to fend off the disease. Here is a copy. Hopefully we can modify it to help those of the First World. The Former Queen of Thorns and the Pathfinder Society send their thanks and well wishes."

Denair walks up to every emissary and courtier she can and reminds them of where the cure came from and who was responsible. Most of them are quite thankful. Some even mumble her name, trying to memorize their saviors. Others grumble their ounce of gratitude, warning her not to let the success go to her head. Ah, politics. One day Meredith will be fully reborn, and all of these favors will pay off.

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 6

Denair takes the moment to slip away and approach the many mourning dryads. She tells them of the cure, and tries to raise hope for those still fighting. She tells the dryads about her incredible journeys and describes the outside world to them. She's lucky, and she knows it. "They take it for granted- sailing across the ocean, walking for miles into unknown territory. We're chained to our Homes. But I'll give you the ability to project yourself. Using only words."

Perform(Oratory): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Denair pulls out several leaves, stained with ink. Some have drawings, some have words on them. All of them describe the many journeys and locals she's visited. "Read the words, look at the drawings, and let your mind take you there. It's better than the real thing. I'll write as much as I can, and bring more here. The Boss... she still doesn't know what I've been doing with all of those lessons she's taught me."

Denair sits next to Meredith and stews. But as everyone mentions the basin, she finally gets some clarity and grabs some cloth to wrap around her wooden hands. She gathers the courage to fly over and grab it.

It's quite beautiful, with a style and craftsmanship no one could make here. Holding the basin, she wonders what Isandrea was thinking when she made this cursed artifact.

Revenge. She must have been furious at the humans in Falcon's Hollows. So she built this. And Vondrella's father drank from this. And she lost her parents and the town abandoned her. So she took her revenge. And now Denair knows the fey of Darkmoon Wood are infected. Denair realizes she's about to enter a cycle.

She picks up the basin, lowers it at Meredith's feet, drains the water near an empty patch in the forest, and asks Annea to burn the patch.

And then she falls to her knees and cries, barking, whining and wailing. Meredith gives her a solid hug to comfort her. It takes her some time, but she finally calms down enough. to speak to Vonderella.

"Laurel said she was a child when your parents died. Her mother told her the tale. Do you know what she's doing now? She and Lady Cirthana are trying to cure the infected right now. You said no one helped. A cleric of Iomedae and the town healer- they care." She points a wooden paw. "I'm sorry no one cared when you needed help, but there are people now who care. And they might die trying to fix the disease you spread."

"The infected- they are parents. If they don't recover, their children will be orphaned, like you were. But this time, Falcon's Hollow is trying to help. You wouldn't be in a crazy death cult if they tried to help your parents. So, do you want more broken people, or do you want to see the good Falcon's Hollow can offer?"

I'm defending humans. She looks at Frankie's hands, she looks up at Meredith (who smiles) and she looks to Vonderella. Denair breathes a sigh of clarity, and she calms herself.

Denair wants to clobber this woman so badly. She's caused so much damage in her quest for revenge. She's killed so many, not even people involved in her loss. It takes a stern look from Meredith to calm her down, and she simply buzzes near Meredith and keeps her eyes locked on Vondrella.

We'll forgo our AoOs, but we are ready to attack her if she takes any hostile action.

Fort: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Denair cannot think clearly. She inhales most of the fumes and begins coughing. Darkmoon Wood weighs heavily on her mind. If she had been bonded to a tree here, unable to escape the plagued flowers as they spread death around her...

Meredith's words and command is the only thing she can really think about, so she continues to fly around the area until she is five feet above the ground and behind the apparent leader.

"Try... that... again." Her fists well up to the size of watermelons.

Denair simply nods and begins to flap her wings. There's been too much death already. This should have been an opportunity to visit the queen, but instead the realm needs to recover.

Stealth: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (2) + 17 = 19

"Um, but... uh... okay Frankie." Denair stays lined up with Meredith, then she tries to clobber Bluey.

Power Attack Slam, Flanking: 1d20 + 9 - 2 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 9 - 2 + 2 = 26
Power Attack Damage: 1d8 + 6 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 6 = 14
Precise Strike: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Then she steps up to Frankie, keeping an eye on the Green clad Purveyor of Pestilence.

"Boss, this is bad. The people pushing the cart- they're infected. And they're giving out those flowers!" Denair hops in place and droops her hands to the ground like a gorilla, spreading her leafy wings in the process. She's in no mood for these kinds of tricks and buzzes off towards the cart.

"Hmpf. Fine. What can you help us with?" Denair makes sure to step in front of the crew. She's well aware of what they can do.

K Nature: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Oh. Satyrs. Sigh.

Denair emerges from cover.

Perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28

Sense Motvie: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

"Okay, none of us want to fight each other. So, let's not, okay? What's- what's going on, anyway? Her highness requested our help to fight a terrible disease."

Diplomacy(Aid): 1d20 ⇒ 14

"Boss, a little help?"

Denair, meanwhile looks among the strange flowers in the area. She isn't sure who this Urgathoa is, but the woman's remarks on Frankie was all she needed to hear: This Pallid Princess or whatever is bad news. Even worse, she's killing the fey AND turning Falcon's Hallow against them in one fell swoop.

K Nature: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Even worse, she has no idea what these flowers are or what they do. How do they get rid of them?

Denair realizes she really doesn't like this lady. No wonder Falcon's Hallow distrusts the fey. If the druids representing them are obsessed with disease and pestilence, she would also become suspicious.

AoO Slam, Flank, Nonlethal: 1d20 + 9 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 9 + 2 - 4 = 9
Nonlethal Damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Precise Strike: 1d6 ⇒ 4

She's so mad that her swing misses.

I'll let Meredith swing first. If that KOs Yellow Denair will take a 5ft step back, wait for Meredith to move into flanking before swinging at Purple. I've drawn the red and yellow arrows to indicate their movement.
Otherwise Denair will continue walloping Yellow and Meredith will not move.

Slam, Flank, Nonlethal: 1d20 + 9 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 9 + 2 - 4 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Precise Strike: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Denair lands behind the Yellow druid and tries to control her swing to knock out rather than kill. This would be a lot easier if Meredith figured out how to Outflank, already.

Slam, Nonlethal, Flank: 1d20 + 9 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 9 - 4 + 2 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Precise Strike: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Denair begins to fly, spreading her leafy wings and elevating 10 feet above the ground. She then flies toward the Yellow-clad gardener.

Denair is invisible until Vosk's turn.

"Boss. Go to sleep." Denair urges her to rest. "We need you at full strength tomorrow. Frankie needs you at full strength." Denair sighs and helps with Frankie's treatment once more. She already sees his health waning...

Back at Home, more people are talking to Denair and asking if they can perform small favors for her. All of them want to get in her good graces. Of course they've heard rumors about the Queen's return. Now they want to act nice. Denair decides to be alone during her rest. She has enough to worry about without courtiers weaving a political web.

Denair is glad to see Meredith taking charge. She's also glad to see people who are tune with the land, not chopping it down. "Oh... um... hi. If you know which fey live in this forest and would be receptive to guests that would help out a lot too!"

Diplomacy(Aid): 1d20 ⇒ 4 Denair is a bit too blunt. Maybe she's a traitor to the fey.

Denair is exhausted. Between helping Annea, cheering up the sick and replacing Frankie's gloves it has been a long day. The sooner they visit the queen and get rid of this disease the better.

But she notices Meredith is getting wound up again. Sure, Denair could spot in the darkness but everyone else would be going blind. Or they would expose themselves to ambush by lighting torches. Denair puts her hand on the Boss's shoulder to calm her down.

"Boss, maybe we could all use some rest." She takes a glance at Frankie, knowing those boils are just going to get worse. But there's no point to rushing. "We'll get ready in the morning, okay?"