In reply to Leroy du Lac (msg # 587):

The frogs croak out a song

"Mother comes wading, wading
Mother comes wading, wading through the bog
She will take the last one
The last one, the last one sitting on the log.
Who will wait and sit for her,
who will wait and sit for her
Only the bravest frog"
This message was last edited by the GM at 15:50, Sat 11 Apr 2020.

"Leroy tries to spy out this log, and will wait there... "Give me the gifts, and I'll give them to her. Apparently, she'll only see one of us.."

In reply to Leroy du Lac (msg # 589):

The frogs start leaping off the log and into the water, about five still sit on it.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 590):

Anita just watched from the rear...

In reply to Anita Drake (msg # 591):

You hear faint singing, and  the sound of someone poling a skiff of some kind through the water of the bog.

Marcus gets tense.  He eyes dart to his quiver lying nearby ready to dash for it if need be.
This message was last edited by the player at 15:02, Wed 15 Apr 2020.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 592):

A small leather corracle is paddling toward you. An old woman with a broad brimmed hat kneels in it as she paddles with a carved oar. Softly she sings in a low raspy voice.

"The frog on the log is the bravest in the bog. My stewpot waits to give him rest."

Leroy waits and watches, not wanting to disrupt her dinner plans.

In reply to Leroy du Lac (msg # 595):

As the woman paddles closer, more of the frobs leap off, the last two each trying to puff themselves larger.
The corackle closes in, and the second to last frog leaps into the bog. Lightning fast, she snatches up the last frog, and tucks him into a reed basket, all the while making eye contact with you.

"What brings the children of man into my fen?" She sniffs.
"I smell niade, and elf, and...there was a pixie with you recently.
Why do you disturb me?"

"We came from the city, after we heard about your wisdom, from the fey that live there.
There is a sort of fey, we believe that is corrupting the men there, and making them persecute the fey, and in response, we are helping the fey, and trying to bring an end to this...But we know not what we are facing, nor how we might best go about stopping it. whatever, or whoever it is, it seeks to only wreak havoc and destruction to both the men and fey in the city.
...We brought you this quail pie, and some wild honeycomb we found. Please, accept it for our disturbing your abode, Ma'am."
Leroy nods to his group, who are carrying the gifts...

In reply to Leroy du Lac (msg # 597):

She seems unimpressed.

Anyone able to make a default savoire faire roll (IQ-4) or diplomacy?

20:27, Today: Leroy du Lac rolled 12 using 3d6.  carousing ~ 14.
"Do you enjoy a strong drink, now and then? I know I do.. We'd be honored if you'd share a drink, talk, and perhaps do you a favor, in return for any insight you might have into our problem."
Leroy smiled disarmingly, and replied.

Leroy wasn't as good with social graces as he was with socializing, he figured it was worth a shot to try and make friends, one of the few ways he knew how...
This message was last edited by the player at 00:40, Sat 18 Apr 2020.

In reply to Leroy du Lac (msg # 599):

Anita has no idea how to handle this situation, so she stays quiet.

Marcus stays quiet and eyes his quiver calculating the distance to it in his head.

11:37, Yesterday: Marcus Blackthorn rolled 11 using 3d6.  Default Saviore Faire - needed a 6
This message was lightly edited by the player at 04:16, Mon 20 Apr 2020.

In reply to Leroy du Lac (msg # 599):

"What insights do you wish, you who smell of hazelnuts and goat women?"

"Well, the being seems to have the visage of, or possessing a beautiful woman, in town... our pixie friend however caught a glimpse of her shadow, which had a different silhouette, altogether. She has the men in her thrall, spreading hatred and persecution against fey folk.
What could we be up against, and how might we stop it, pray?"
This message was last edited by the player at 02:14, Thu 30 Apr 2020.

In reply to Leroy du Lac (msg # 603):

"There are a number of fae whose shadows dance... but none I know that would drive men against fae folk... Was this creature preaching against all of faerie or something else?"

"They were preaching against fey, and particularly admixtures with humans, yes, Ma'am."

In reply to Leroy du Lac (msg # 605):

"Ah. That is different.  There is an entire faction of the Winter Court that seesany interaction with mankind as a betrayal of Faerie, and sees the sort of miscegenation as created you lot as being blasphemous. Me, I like the variety in flavor. Pity about your shy pixie, I could use a light hand pie around now."

"Hmmm...I really need to learn this court stuff. I thought there was a truce, though..."

In reply to Stara Babicka (msg # 606):

"A truce doesn't mean they are dead, and the arrangement is among the fey, not mortals. If you are of blood, it needs to be declared and accepted,  or you might as well be dead to the court. Now get out of y bog."
This message was last edited by the player at 20:38, Thu 23 Apr 2020.

"Thank you, Ma'am. We're leaving now. Good day."

Leroy leaves the bundle of gifts within reach, and prepares to head back to the city.

In reply to Leroy du Lac (msg # 609):

Anita follos the others out.

"So we basically don't exist in their eyes. Should have guessed..."

"I'm not so sure we learned anything that couldn't've been learnt, back at the tavern...But, motives are being realized. This all stems from fey court intrigue, and we need to make ourselves known to, and then accepted by the court, if'n were to find any friends there."

In reply to Anita Drake (msg # 610):

Meanwhile,  back at the guild...