Nym watches the fox as he comes to investigate the gems. She looks a little confused but then giggles as he swallows the sapphire, then loooks concerned when he starts coughing it back up again. When he manages to do this and goes back to being curled up on the floor, she giggles again, then goes to pick up the stones (magicking away any fox slobber that might be on the blue one).

"Well, that's not something I've seen before." she says conversationally as she does so. She plays around with them for a few moments, levitating the sapphire, then turning the fire opal briefly invisible before causing it to reappear again.

She then puts both into a random inner pocker of her robe before turning in time to have the ant levitated onto her deerlike snout by Many. She giggles and reaches up with a finger to see if the ant will crawl into it, but is then distracted by Many's success at pronouncing the word "friends". She immediately laughs and claps (though a little more carefully than usual, wary of accidentally harming the ant).

"Yaaay! Well done, Many!" she cheers. "You got the hang of that word! And it's an important word. Friends is important. Are impotant. All of that. Yay!"

She watches as he inspects his two currently non-functioning (at least in a magicl sense) eyestalks.

"I suppose you'll manage to do more things eventually." she says. "I couldn't do everything I can do all at once. It's fun finding new things I can do."

She holds out a hand, palm upward, and wiggles her fingers slightly - little coloured lights and puffs of smoke start to trail out of her fingertips, drifting upward to float above her hand - a ball of smoke with four little trails coming out of it, then a glowing light in the middle and one on the end of each "stalk", each light matching the colour of Many's eyes. Nym looks over at the little beholder and grins.

Meri peered down at the bowman for a few moments, as if trying to figure out what exactly he was.
Then, shrugging, she began to make a methodical search for any weapons or other items on him...


OOC: No rope to tie him up with (really gotta pick one of them up someday, hopefully the place where I get an alchemist's kit will stock them!)
So yeah, I'll just help myself to anything he's got on him, and move his weapons well out of reach before waking him up for a pleasant little chat :)

Your adventurer's kit should possess one as standard. Nym possesses rope with a tiny bit of the end cut off if you didn't grab one of the kits :)

Edit: More importantly, its very conceivable that a coil of rope is either in the mundane possessions of fey either from themselves or from someone else. After all, as Celindara pointed out, the fey have the feyspeak potion to speak with prisoners, So they've have needed rope most likely!
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My inventory doesn't list any rope - I don't have an adventurer's kit, I just took a few of the bits individually since I didn't need any of the things that make light/fire as I can do that magically anyway :).

"Any rope over there?" asked Meri, heading back over to the place where the Phystal had set up camp.
As she looked around, she glanced back to check the others were still occupied with their own things before speaking up quietly, her words clearly aimed at Goodwin.
"So was he one of the group Blace said you were with?" she asked.  "Thought you might have recognised him or something."


OOC: Also, throwing in a Nature roll to see if I can figure out exactly what that guy is.  Like half-elf, half-something-else?  Meh, rolled 9 (6 + 3).  Really not my day for good rolls today, after that one over on Rebirth...

If he's Fey, try rolling Arcana - that's the skill for identifying Fey (as well as any other inherently magical creature, also constructs like golems and homunculi).

Nym looks around.

"Ropey-rope?" she asks. "Nope, got no rope."

She giggles at inadvertently rhyming.

"Nope-rope. Nopey-ropey. Hee hee hee..."

OOC: ooo, better one :)  Arcana 32 (13 + 19)  I know EVERYTHING!  (or maybe that would have been a 20!)

I would swear you guys used a rope and dagger to get across the ravine for Stonebridge Falls? Who was it that had to cut the end off their rope that was tied around something then? Was that in Rebirth? I'm going mad....


Celindara reacted slowly to the comment on rope, but raked around and found one, walking over leisurely to hand it over.


You don't need a nature roll to know he's just a a proto-elf, basically. It would be like if you ran in to a neanderthal that had survived and evolved just like homo sapiens. Same root, different path :)

Edit: Oh, double post. Hmm, hold on to that arcana roll. Too good not to pay off somehow with more lore or something else, but you don't really need it for what you asked :) As you'll see below, I do recall good rolls at times and will try to pay them off fully ...

While Celindara was still looking for rope, and with the others still distracted with each other, Goodwin reacted. There was a pause then he rocked back and forth in a yes. There seemed to be less reluctance in his movements, though it could be imagined there would still be embarrassment. However, if he had any more to say regarding the fey, he either was keeping it to himself or hadn't figured out the best way to communicate it yet.

The fey's possessions were simply - most likely he was stripped down for battle and the hunt, with the majority of his possession part of the camp or back where he called home. There was a thin little knife tucked in to his boot - a good find as it might have helped him escape. His short sword was not as elegantly crafted as The Phystal's scimitar, but was still an oddly facinating twin blade twisted together to form a still thin main blade. He had a simplistic but well tended bow, and a quiver of white fletched arrows with a single black arrow set to the other side. There was an ring of entwined grass one one of his fingers, but Meri naturally felt no magic from it more than something that might preserve the grass from dying.

As Meri had suspected before, there was a tiny clay pot on his belt that was clearly able to allow the man to dip an arrow in to the poison she had smelled last battle. The poison itself had ran out, leaving an oil residue with odd black flecks in it.

However, in a small belt pouch she found some raw berries than she had previously recalled were the root of the poison. However, there was also a couple of small black leaves in the pouch too. Thinking on the residue, it seemed that the two needed to be mixed to create the poison then. However, she actually recognised the berries now, Pilla berries, whereas before it had merely been tales and knowldge of the scent of the juice. She recognised the berries themselves as dangerous if too much were used, but did have healing properties to to make a flickering heart beat once more. And the black leaves seemed to have a milt anesthetic affect even touching them. It must be the combination that reacted poorly in the body and became a toxin, but separately they both had beneficial healing uses.

I just wanted to pay off a little more the 31 you got in Heal a while ago in relation to the poison. I'll list the effect of the leaf/berries for good and ill in the mundane items thread :)



Meanwhile, the ant seems to happily crawl along the back of Nym's hand, in plain sight if she looked but staying out of the way of random clapping and object manipulation.

Meanwhile, Many danced at the sight of the lights and sparks, making many 'ooh' and 'aah' sounds, and randomly giggling and sayng friends for no good reason other than to enjoy hearing the sound of it said correctly.

However, then he seemed to have an idea, and started leaping at Nym's hands, swallowing the air and the puffs of smoke in large mouthfuls. His eyes then widened and he belched and coughed, maybe realising it wasn't such a good idea.

Still, he looked to each of the eyestalks, and they looked to him. He licked each in turn, then waved around the one on the far side of his head. At firs tthere was nothing, but then there seemed to be the fainted of traces of coloured smoke in the air.

Many seemed overjoyed, despite the lack of real manifestation. "Look! Look!" he said, bouncing. It seemed Nym's reassurances that thing took time had stuck in his head, and he was learning some patience.

When Meri called across for rope, he looked around distracted. The eyestalk for a split second manifested what looked like a small amount of tailor's thread, that puffed out of existence a second later. Many apparently heard of smelt the puff, and started spinning around looking for the source. He shrugged when he couldn't see anything, and instead joined in with Nym's little song.


Yay, Many might have a new skill soon! None offensive yet, interesting enough... Is that a good or a bad thing?

"Ooooh..." says Nym excitedly, staring at the spot where Many briefly conjured...something. "You made a thing! What was that? It looked a bit like smoke, or string...or something. Smoky string? Can you make some more?"

Btw have we found out at all whether Goodwin was familiar/allied with the Phystal at any point, or was he just some other elf that was here for some other reason? I can't remember what Celindara said about him other than that he maybe tried to do something hostile to her so she cast a spell on him intended to do something to him, only instead of the intended effect it turned him into a stick...and then somehow he got from her forest to the hands of that orc shammy.

Meri nodded.
"Well, would you prefer it if I kept him alive?" she asked with a hint of amusement in her voice as she sauntered back to where she had left the elf and began to tie him up.

Lowering her voice, she added quietly.
"I doubt there's much hope for the other one though.  Nym can get a little... carried away sometimes!"

Blace said he had fallen in with some bad crowd, and his agreement with Meri just now that the fey were who she was talking about seems to confirm it was The Phystal. It still doesn't explain how he got out, of course. I suspect this might become the Captn Jack Sparrow story of getting off the island...

All Celindara knew was that Goodwin had tried to magic her, and her 'stop that' 'song of stillness' spell had turned him to a stick.


Many looked surprised that he'd manifested anything, He looked doubtfully at the eyestalk and gave it a few speculative waves. For the moment, it seemed unresponsive. "Uuuh...nyoh?" he said uncertainly. "Cah-neh you?"


Over by Meri, Goodwin gave a small odd shake his head - well, the top of the staff - though it was hard to tell if that was a definite no or just a shrug.

Celindara had come across to see what was happening, the doe walking by her left side. For the moment, she seemed to have no advice nor wish to impede. "Can you speak with fey?" was all she asked.

OOC: So if we ever figure out how to get Goodwin turned back, and ask him how he made it all the way to that cave, he'll just go: "Sea turtles, mate!" ;)


"Well I'm not as... involved, as everyone else here, so you can tell me things" remarked Meri with a faint hint of impatience in her voice.
She fell silent again though, not pressing the issue, instead finishing the job of tying up the archer.

At Celindara's comment though, she scratched her head and looked up.
"Actually no.  I suppose I could use that potion.  I was only going to ask him if he knew what happened to Blace.  Unless you want to talk to him?"


OOC: So yep, offering Celindara the chance to play Good Cop (or Bad Cop depending on how ticked-off she is with these guys!)
If she's not interested in talking with them, I suppose we could use the potion.
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Nym holds up a finger and uses it to "draw" in the air, a thin line of smoke spilling from her forefinger as she traces a few lines, soon producing a crude depiction of a four-legged creature with pointed ears and a bushy-looking tail.

"I can do this any time I want." she says, happily.

She pokes her finger into each of the drawing's "eyes" and they start glowing with a reddish-brown hue, similar to the way the eyes of her smoke-Many did a few moments previously.

"Oh, I could, couldn't I," she says, seemingly having not thought about the matter. She looked at the fey. "He seems so young. I suppose you all do. But yes, Blace, if you think she is in danger, I can talk to him."


Any last things to do before you want to wake him up then? Oh, and roll me a thievery check regarding the bonds. That will form the escape DC he has to beat if he thinks about escaping. Though obviously you can always try to intimidate him (with a +5 bonus) to temporarily keep him afraid. But the downside to intimidation is that it tends to leave the target unfriendly and less co-operative after the initial fear has passed.


Many tries the same thing, but it seems the little puffs of smoke last too short a time for the moment, and nothing more solid seems to want to appear. "Aah weh," he says sadly after trying for a while and playing with Nym's shapes, and then looks across to see what everyone else is so interested in.

OOC: Well the Phystal was the one Meri was angry at, this one just happened to get in the way for a little while.
Meri's comment to Goodwin about not being so involved was that she's less likely to get angry at anything he might admit to getting up to in this area, since she doesn't really have as much of a personal connection to this place or its people as Blace or Celindara might.
As long as he wasn't planning on heading over to her workshop and looting the place.  That's about the only thing that would affect her, hehe.
So she's not going to be too fussed if he does escape anyway.  As long as he doesn't go for his weapons and try to resume the fight on his own, which might be somewhat suicidal!
Happy to wake him up anyway :)
Thievery check: 20 (9 + 11)
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Hehe, pity he wasn't awake to see what I did to his boss... ;)

"Yes, don't worry about it, Many." says Nym encouragingly. "One day you'll be able to do lots of things, and I'm sure you'll do them really well. And you'll be really big and we can play magic together!"

She claps her hands again, then starts inspecting them closely to see if the ant is still there.

"Hey, little anty..." she says. "Are you lonely away from all your other ant friends? Ants always seem to live in really really big groups, so I suppose you must really like each other. It's like a really big, really busy city only it's tiiiiny. Compared to the cities we live in, I mean. Well, not me. Cities are very full of many people and they always seem very busy and shouty and sometimes they get all nervous when I'm talking to them. I think cities must be very scary places if you live there long enough, otherwise people would just be happy all the time. And there wouldn't be very many places to have fun with magic without accidentally blowing up a house, or something. I bet people do that sometimes, though, blow things up. Wheeeeee, boooom! And then everyone runs away. But I don't think I ever blew up a house. Or a person. That wouldn't be very nice. I like when people are happy and nice. It's fun!"

Technically Nym is correct - as far as I know she hasn't (yt) blown anyone up. she's just melted them, incinerated them, destroyed their brains with psychic damage, zapped them with frozen lightning...

And Many didn't see any explosions of fey either, so it's all good :D

The ant was still on Nym's hand, happily exploring without going any further. If the ant had any insights regarding Nym's words, it didn't do more than wiggle its tiny antenna to communicate it.


Meanwhile, back with Meri the fey had some predicatable reactions when woken. Seeing Meri he tried to immediately leap up to attack her, but was instantly rocked back painfully to the ground by his bonds. He tried to twist as if to reach his boot, but either he realised the knife once there was gone or he knew he couldn't reach it. He then gave a strangle, wimpering noise that had nothing to do with fear and twisted his body and arched as if to try and slip the bonds. Or perhaps it was to look around the battlefield - certainly that was how it ended, with him twisting around to see who was around.

He finally looked to both Meri and Celindara properly, and said a single harsh word.

Celindara bent down, craning her head for a moment as if to place the accent or words. She then spoke some equally angular but less harsh words. It provoked a series of short, barked words from the fey followed by a smoother but no less nasty sounding final comment.

There was a loud 'crack' as Celindara caught the fey's cheek with a powerful open handed slap - thankfully with her uninjured hand, given how she rubbed it afterwards.

The fey was knocked back to the ground, to roll around shaking off the pain.


Lol, so Bad Cop, Bad Cop it is then? :D

Meri stood back slightly, leaning on her staff and watching the Fey warily for any signs he may succeed in wriggling loose from his bonds.
She glanced towards Celindara as she spoke, although didn't seem to understand the words either of them were saying.

At the slap though, a hint of a smirk flickered briefly across her face, whether in approval or simply finding the situation vaguely amusing, it was unclear.
"Guessing he's not talking?" she asked.


OOC: Not sure if Meri knows how to be Good Cop...  Not that he could understand her anyway :)

I'll quickly update then, and if Meri doesn't instantly start putting the boot in, then I guess Nym can wander over as she pleases :D

"Talking to much about things he should not know about," Celindara said, clearly put out. "He is also asking about the others. Maybe you should talk to him."

She took a step back, clearly unsettled by something.


[Private to Meri: Your passive insight won't buy you anything about Celindara's concerns, but it and your elf language ability might spot that the fey is perhaps deliberately accenting himself to be less intelligible to you, since there are some vague language roots. He may have said some word that was like 'heart' just before Celindara slapped him.]

Meri glanced after Celindara with a puzzled look, then turned to face the Fey again.
She lifted her staff, propping it lightly across one shoulder.

"So can you understand Common?" she asked.  Then said something else in another language, most likely the Elven tongue.

"Or perhaps you know this language?  The one you spoke to her in seems similar, but different.  Common roots perhaps."


OOC: If I've mis-remembered and Nym can speak Elven, let me know and I'll make the hidden lines visible :)
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Yeah, Nym speaks elven, so I revealed the lines since she might check today ahead of you :)

The fey looked to Meri with an apparent lack of comprehension, then again looked around before settling his gaze back on Celindara and Meri. When Meri had put her staff away Goodwin had shifted to again get a better look. The fey seemed to notice, eyes temporarily blipping to her shoulder.

I'm afraid you'll need an actual Insight roll to tell if he genuinely can't understand what you said or not. [Private to Meri: However, your Passive Perception is high enough to spot the fact he looked once or twice to Goodwin and there was some flicker of something there. As Goodwin is moving around, it is very possible that the fey has managed to see the face and recognise it. Or perhaps knows Goodwin is a stick anyway.]
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Yeah, I speak Elven, but only because it was part of the Feat I had to take in order to unlock the Feat which let me take a cantrip - otherwise I'd only have Common ;).

Meri frowned slightly and glanced back over her shoulder at Goodwin for a moment.
She eyed the Fey for a moment longer before shrugging and speaking up in Elven again.

"Well, if he can't speak anything we can understand, it's not like he's much use to us alive, unless one of you two wants to try and talk to him."
She was still watching the Fey intently as she spoke though.


OOC: Just to see if he reacts to the bit about him being not much use to us alive ;)
I suppose I could use the potion, but not much sense wasting it here if he actually can understand me and is just being awkward.
This message was last edited by the player at 15:29, Sat 30 Jan 2016.

To clarify, Nym isn't actually there with you right now - she's still sat on the floor over by where she killed those two daggers during the fight. So she's aware you're talking to the guy but isn't necessarily paying much attention.

OOC: Meh, well unless Nym can speak Fey, I doubt there's much to be done here anyway.  Suppose I could try the potion anyway before we just put him out of his misery...


Meri smirked and shook her head, looking somewhere between amused and slightly exasperated at the situation.
"Ok, if you know this one, can he actually speak anything else?" she asked, glancing back at Goodwin.

Without waiting for a response, she called back to Celindara.
"So, what do you want done with this one?"