Re: The Hundred Acres Wood
With the affects granted to him by Stan’s wand, Roth investigates Bear’s body. It is mutilated and broken, but does not radiate any magical auras. Aside from the few items carried by the others, the only new magical aura he sees is from his newly acquired dagger (from EoR’s hut). He studies the aura for several moments, recognizing its signature as from the Transmutation school, and of moderate strength. As he stares at the little blade, he feels waves of laziness wash over him, but not in a bad way. He feels himself more interested a hearty plate of food and comfortable places to sleep. He remembers that life had once been simpler, but that seems so long ago. He longs for those days, with nothing to do except sleep in the sun.
A moment later he is able to break the stare and the feelings fade.
The party returns to rest, patiently waiting for the enchanted map to update itself. At the appropriate time Shirok removes the map to see the area updated. The band isn’t interested in returning to that fetid place; instead the druid taps his finger on the sircle (sic) twice. Suddenly they find themselves back at the bonfire ring. However, they find that Criss isn’t there. Roth’s keen ears pick up a melody, being played by pipes, coming from over a nearby hill to the southeast.
The group moves toward the music to find Criss in a field of wildflowers, playing his song and chasing massive butterflies. They move closer and Shirok hails him, drawing him from his game.
"Allo!" he greets the adventurers with a big, dopey smile and waving his hand over his head. Seeing the man’s large and powerful hands make his stunted head appear much smaller by comparison; an odd sight indeed. "Looks like rain!"
Just then the white puffy clouds begin to turn darker and a rumble can be heard far off in the distance.
"Ilsa, say 'tut-tut, looks like rain."