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(IC) 1:  The Rescue.

Posted by TakmarinFor group 0
Sand
player, 74 posts
Warforged
Battle Smith artificier
Fri 14 Aug 2020
at 01:42
  • msg #101

Re: (IC) 1:  The Rescue

Sand was in the middle of an mending incantation, repairing the scimitar when he vaguely heard Althaea say something to Erik in that near elvish language. However the human became jumpy hearing the Eladrin and started acting like a cornered animal looking for an escape. That was enough for the construct to interrupt his incantation and look up to see what danger was the human seeing. He was looking around when suddenly the human ran and hid behind Sand, earning a vicious warning snap of Clacker’s mandible, the defender trying to push Erik away from it’s master.

But apparently what terrified the druid was more frightening than a 300 pounds metallic beetle with razor sharp mandibles. Sand put a hand on Clacker’s head to calm him down and turned to face the trembling human.


Sand sees that Erik is…. What is word?

He needed to think a moment, the correct word escaping his limited vocabulary.


Erik is feeling… fear… yes that is right word. Sand wonders what is causing fear in Erik? Althaea can be like sand paper sometimes but Sand thinks Althaea is good person. Erik not reason to fear Althaea.
Erik Moor
player, 20 posts
Human, Mark of Handling
Circle of the Moon Druid
Fri 14 Aug 2020
at 02:10
  • msg #102

Re: (IC) 1:  The Rescue

Even better. He had two large metal creatures between him and... The one that spoke as Granny did...

Erik shuddered.
"Althaea... Talk like...Gra..." He shuddered again and quickly snapped his mouth shut. He rocked back from a crouch to sit on the ground with his knees tucked up toward his chest, arms wrapped around them. "Not here, not her. Not here... Not her..." His language quickly devolved into that of frightened beasts.

After a minute or two of nonsensical animal gibberish that continued despite Sand's consolation he lay back on the ground, breathing heavily, eyes unfocused and clutched the scroll case in his hands. He rolled over to his stomach placed his hands on the ground and raised up into his four point primal stance. As he did his form started to shift. He grew larger and darker and while the hair on his head seemed to recede, the rest of his body became shaggier and slicker. Even the scroll case in his hand melded into the shape. Soon the same tattooed brute of a moorbounder that had been present before was present again.

It began to pace as it's breathing, previously as ragged and heavy as Erik's had been, slowed bit by bit. Again a few moments of restlessness passed before finally it settled down and lay on the ground with it's forepaws tucked under it's chin. Still positioned so that Clacker and Sand separated it from the rest of the group. It's head lowered as if to show that it was resting but it's eyes never shut all the way. Always directed toward Althaea's general direction.

Andraste Giltris
player, 93 posts
Half-Elf Female
Envoy of Rau
Fri 14 Aug 2020
at 02:22
  • msg #103

Re: (IC) 1:  The Rescue

In reply to Takmarin (msg # 100):

As Darcassan finishes answering my questions I make eye contact with each of the hunters. As I meet Elinaora's eyes I notice a large purple flower tucked behind her right ear. That flower is familiar. I pause for a second as I try harder to remember. It was so long ago and I tried so hard to bury those memories but fleeting images of running barefoot, laughing through strange woods towards a woman in a green cloak. I shake my head to clear it before I get lost in painful memories. That flower is not from here.

"That flower is very beautiful. Where did you get it?"
This message was last edited by the player at 11:51, Fri 14 Aug 2020.
Takmarin
GM, 131 posts
Fri 14 Aug 2020
at 02:28
  • msg #104

Re: (IC) 1:  The Rescue

For a second Elinaora doesn't realize you're talking to her, but then blushes: Oh this?  I found it in a copse of trees about a mile or so from here.  There was SO many of them!  I just couldn't help myself.  They smell like freshly baked bread, isn't that strange and lovely?
Andraste Giltris
player, 94 posts
Half-Elf Female
Envoy of Rau
Fri 14 Aug 2020
at 02:49
  • msg #105

Re: (IC) 1:  The Rescue

"That is interesting. Althaea," I call over to the elf across the fire, "is this not the prettiest flower you have ever seen. Such a lovely shade of purple." I say, raising my right hand and indicating the flower behind Elinaora's ear.
This message was last edited by the player at 11:50, Fri 14 Aug 2020.
Zail
player, 5 posts
Drow Rogue/Wizard
Fri 14 Aug 2020
at 03:01
  • msg #106

Re: (IC) 1:  The Rescue

I look at Althaea, pondering her question and how to explain. Maybe I didn’t need to explain myself to her or to anyone. She grabbed me after all, granted it was a mistake but...

What do you have to loose?

Drow drowns our my racing thoughts. She’s on my shoulder, I look at her, deep into her eyes as she looks deep into mine. The same they are. Where would I be without her.

Maybe it’s time to trust someone. We can’t go on just the two of us forever. This world, it’s too dangerous now.

She’s right, as usual. Guess we have to start somewhere and Althaea seems genuine.

I’ve been searching, for my father. He was away on a mission when the world uh...ended. I’ve been searching for him since. Many think I’m a fool for even trying but if anyone survived I know it would be him. You just happen to stumble upon me. Thank you for the tea, it’s quite good.
Althaea Sylvaranth
player, 111 posts
Autumn Eladrin
Glamour Bard
Fri 14 Aug 2020
at 04:46
  • msg #107

Re: (IC) 1:  The Rescue

I could see the fear in Erik's eyes when I responded to him in Sylvan. I knew it would take time to get him comfortable with me and I would not push him.

Perhaps we can help you find him. Do you have any idea what his mission was when he disappeared?

A short while later, Giltris was holding up a flower for me to look at. I had seen this flower many times as a girl and it did not belong here. I nearly choked on the tea I was taking a drink of when I saw the flower she was holding up. Giltris, that flower is from the Feywild. Where did you get it?
This message was last edited by the player at 22:36, Fri 14 Aug 2020.
Andraste Giltris
player, 95 posts
Half-Elf Female
Envoy of Rau
Fri 14 Aug 2020
at 12:55
  • msg #108

Re: (IC) 1:  The Rescue

"Elinaora says she found it in a copse of trees a mile from here. Is there something we need to know about this flower?"
Mathorn
player, 59 posts
Elven Ranger
Fri 14 Aug 2020
at 15:28
  • msg #109

Re: (IC) 1:  The Rescue

Looking for her father? Not patron or sire. Father. That wasn't even a convincing lie coming from a Drow. So why choose such an unbelievable reason? And something else about the dark elf was bothering Thorn, flitting around at the edges of her conscious mind where she couldn't quite grasp it. She indulged in just a moment of frustration before forcing herself to cease considering the matter entirely. It would come to her eventually; sooner if her mind were calm.

Just as Giltris approached and began speaking about a flower of all things, Thorn glanced at Althaea to determine whether she detected the oddity in Zail's story. However, her question for the Drow seemed rather perfunctory in comparison to her reaction to the plant.

Beyond the general peculiarity of the Feywild's effect on vegetation in the area, Thorn could not determine what was so alarming about it, but - even discounting Erik's obvious panic - both females had demonstrated a calm lethality in combat that made Thorn willing to believe the situation may indeed warrant concern.

Despite wanting to glance up at Aisling circling the ruins, she kept her eyes on the dark elf. Her companion would return when he spied danger or finished scouting. Adjusting her grip on her chakrams, she listened, watched and waited for whatever would come.

Insight (Zail): 9

This message was last edited by the player at 19:03, Fri 14 Aug 2020.
Takmarin
GM, 132 posts
Fri 14 Aug 2020
at 15:29
  • msg #110

Re: (IC) 1:  The Rescue

Wait, what do you mean this flower is from the Feywild?  Wh-why would this flower be from there?  Elinaora says with panic in her voice.
Althaea Sylvaranth
player, 112 posts
Autumn Eladrin
Glamour Bard
Fri 14 Aug 2020
at 21:21
  • msg #111

Re: (IC) 1:  The Rescue

The flower is from my homeland. I know this because I have seen it there and have training on the properties of the different vegetation and other food sources between realms. This particular flower, for instance, is specifically designed to mimic the person's favorite smell of food they would like to eat.  However, eating it has two different effects. If you were to eat in the Feywild, it would be poisonous. If eaten on another plane; here, for example, it ruins food for the person for the rest of their life, due to everything in the Feywild being more delicious and more colorful by a tenfold.

Why is vegetation from my homeland showing up here? That is a great question, but not one that I have all of the answers to yet. I know there is a Faerie Circle in the grove you found that flower in and it can act as a portal between the two realms. However, I do not know what Fey is controlling it or why it is bringing these particular plants here or why they are being scattered around the church.

Darcassan, that vine you have a sample of to take back to Thorin is called Razorvine. It is also from the Feywild. I do not know of a way to destroy them, but perhaps Thorin can find a way to do it. These vines have a taste for blood that rivals that of a vampire and the leaves themselves are as sharp as a razor, which is where it gets its name.


I had not wanted to provide a history lesson that night, but the people needed to know where these plants were coming from and their properties before horrid things happened to them. While I was not overly fond of any of these people, since I was just meeting them, I did not want to see them get hurt from me withholding information.
Andraste Giltris
player, 96 posts
Half-Elf Female
Envoy of Rau
Sat 15 Aug 2020
at 01:36
  • msg #112

Re: (IC) 1:  The Rescue

"Thank you Althaea." I turn back to Elinaora. "That truly is a lovely flower. I understand why you picked it but I do not think it is a good idea for you to hold onto it. May I have it please? I wish to take it back to where you found it."

She quietly reaches up an removes the flower from behind her ear and extends it to me and as she does the scent of Bodmoli's favourite peppermint tea wafts over me. I gently take the flower from her. "Thank you."

I stand up with a small grunt of effort, my strength is returning but I am not quite back to full strength yet. Still, I am grateful for the improvement as I am able to move much easier in my armour. I make my way around the fire to where Sand sits with his fellow constructs around him  and the large form of the shape-shifted druid crouched behind. I hold my hands out from my side to show him I am not holding anything dangerous and slowly approach Sand and Erik.

"Sand if you would please step aside, I need to speak with your friend but please stay close." I keep my voice as clear and calm as I can and keep my eyes on the large cat but making sure not to hold his gaze.

Sand stands up taking the large backpack he is holding with him and steps to the side, Clacker at his side his mandibles snapping at me in warning. I have to work on that, I wonder how you earn the trust of a machine defender? "Erik say Althaea talked like Gra then he changed."

Good to know. I move to stand before the crouching cat making sure to stop a couple of metres from him and kneel to make sure my head is level with his and my empty hands remain out to the side. "I am guessing someone hurt you before, someone who spoke like Althaea.  But they are not all like that. Althaea has her faults, she is a person after all," I say giving him a small smile, "but she is a good person and she will not hurt you; not without cause. I give you my word on that." I say to him trying to inject all the certainty and sincerity I feel into my voice.

"We came here to find these hunters and make sure they get home safely but two of them are missing. We need to have a conversation about what we are going to do next and I know that, if you are willing, your input would be greatly appreciated. Unfortunately, we cannot understand you in your current shape. Would you be willing to take your human shape and join us around the fire?" I ask him while slowly holding out my right hand out towards him.
This message was last edited by the player at 04:29, Sat 15 Aug 2020.
Erik Moor
player, 21 posts
Human, Mark of Handling
Circle of the Moon Druid
Sat 15 Aug 2020
at 04:21
  • msg #113

Re: (IC) 1:  The Rescue

At Giltris' first approach, the moorbounder raised it's head from it's paws and tucked its legs under itself but beyond that just watched. The 'I am not a threat' gestures certainly helped. The creature flinched at the short Sylvan phrase mixed in with the rest but didn't retreat. When asked to return to human form the beast shnuffed an odd sound and almost looked like it was going to shake it's head like one might see a dog do. Instead though it's eyes shifted from Giltris to the fire and Althaea, then to the hunters. It's breathing started to speed up again as the back of it's large body rose and fell with the breaths. And then one deep inhale that caused the resonation chamber to do that growl-croak thing only in reverse. And as it breathed out the shape melted away. Erik was still crouched there on the ground two feet, one palm, and a fist curled around a scroll case anchored there. His hair covered his face once again obscuring his eyes.

His head began to nod.
"Find   the.. missing ones. I will help."

It took some more coaxing but he did return to the fire. Or at least came closer to it. Although he seemed reluctant to go to far from Sand and Clacker in the Althaea's direction.

"I can lead to grove and tracks. Can make hiding easy. Hiding will be good. Hiding will be very good... Fey know Fey best." The last was said looking very pointedly in any direction close to but not directly at the sylvan tongued Eladrin in their midst.
Zail
player, 6 posts
Drow Rogue/Wizard
Sat 15 Aug 2020
at 14:37
  • msg #114

Re: (IC) 1:  The Rescue

That’s a lot of excitement about a flower. It’s pretty but if it’s from the Feywild that pretty rare. I look over from the flower down to Drow, who has also been following the conversation about the flower. Her ears flick and she looks up at me.

Should we go with them?

(What do you mean?)

You were invited. Again, there is safety in numbers. How many times have we barely escaped death recently because it’s only us? They look strong. I think we should.

(I agree, I’ll accept.)

If it were possible that a familiar cat could give the look of “finally listen to me” she was giving it now.

Althaea, yes. I would be nice if I could travel with to help find my father. I’m not sure where he is. The um, guild we were a part of kept that information quiet so I would have only learned of it after he was successful. The world fell apart while he was away. Any help would be appreciated. Thank you all.

I look to the greater group, their faces give mixed responses. This will be a long road.
Andraste Giltris
player, 97 posts
Half-Elf Female
Envoy of Rau
Sat 15 Aug 2020
at 17:57
  • msg #115

Re: (IC) 1:  The Rescue

Once everyone was settled back around the fire I stand up and take a step back so I can see everyone. "We have an important decision to make. Most of us came here in search of the missing hunters and we have managed to find almost all of them. Now we must decide if we will risk those we have found while we search for the two remaining or do we cut our loses and return to Vertigo." I pause to look around the fire and try to look each person in the eye. "I myself want to search for them but I understand if you feel otherwise, each of you are free to make your own decision. Who will stay with me and try too bring them home?"

There is a moment of silence around the fire and furtive glances are cast around the fire. Sand is the first to speak, "Sand will search." followed shortly by the others.

Erik nods his head.

Thorn gives an apathetic shrugs.

Althaea raises her cup of tea.

Zail

"Thank you all." I smile widely at them all. "Darcassan, I trust you and your companions will remain here while we search. If you have not heard from us in more than a day it is best you return on your own." When he nods in response I turn to face Thorn and Erik, "I fear this search is outside my skill set. Thorn, Erik how should we proceed?"
This message was last edited by the player at 19:04, Sat 15 Aug 2020.
Sand
player, 75 posts
Warforged
Battle Smith artificier
Sat 15 Aug 2020
at 19:32
  • msg #116

Re: (IC) 1:  The Rescue

Sand could only nod approval when Andraste came in to talk to the polymorphed druid and calmed him down. The half elf was so good with words, so patient, always knew what to say, that he could only feel impressed. Of course, his limited experience with sentient beings was a big factor, combined with his speech impairment, explained why he would need a life time to even approach this level of skill with words. He felt like he should learn from the wise paladin, so he resolved to listen to her. And to Althaea, who was more abrasive in her delivery, but also very good with words.

Maybe that was the way to break out of his curse?

The young dark elf, Zail, decided to be part of the group, and told everyone around the fire that she was looking for her father, since the Upheaval. That was a long time, and Sand felt sorry for her, that her father was probably dead. But his expression could not change, always stuck in the this fixed neutral mask. He did notice that the cat and her looked at each other often, almost communicating. He cocked his head to the side, wondering if the cat was like Scamp. He would need to ask her.

Sand turned to Erik, who was standing really near the two constructs, since his panic attack hearing Sylvan.


Erik said he also looks for father. Does Erik have details? Sand can help Zail and Erik, after hunters  found and keep’s weapons found. Sand not have father. Father must be important.

Andraste took the lead and asked the group what was the next step to follow. Almost unanimously, it was decided to go look for the missing hunters. Sand simply said that he would search for them and nodded. He put Erik's possessions in the freshly repaired bag and handed it to him, before raising, taking his own bag and waited for the others to get ready.
Erik Moor
player, 22 posts
Human, Mark of Handling
Circle of the Moon Druid
Sun 16 Aug 2020
at 01:28
  • msg #117

Re: (IC) 1:  The Rescue

Erik accepted the bag from Sand with a look of amazement. It looked almost like how it had when his dad had... well, it looked a lot better now.  "Thank Sand. For    fixing."

Once again, he slung it over his person so it hung in front of him much like a pouch on certain creatures, although a very large and full pouch to be sure.


"Father look like me. Not this though." He waved his hand toward his beard. "Shorter hair. Lots of these." He motioned toward his various tattoos. "Hunting, always hunting. Lost during dream when kid." He frowned trying to get the right thing out. "Never found years. Bird see him somewhere... close to mountain top-down. He not like this place. Never here before. Never here." He shook his head again the number of words all at once seemed to drain him.

Tired of talking, he replaced the scroll case in the newly repaired bag and retrieved the disused leathers and wooden shield from the other side of the wall. More poorly kept equipment for Sand to possibly worry over in the future. For now though he strapped the shield to his arm and it hung at an odd angle. Soon the reason for its condition and strange angle became apparent as he quickly returned to moving about on four and three point stances using the shield as a sort of support for such movement while the bag swung easily beneath him. Odd as it looked he still seemed quite capable of very rapid movement. Quicker than most, perhaps even all, of those present.


"I...    Will show   the way to tracks  ..  saw at circle. Follow, come, quick. Quiet."

And with that and a few glances over his shoulder now and then to ensure the others were following, Erik led the group north and east to where he believed their lost hunters may have gone, or been taken.

Takmarin
GM, 133 posts
Sun 16 Aug 2020
at 04:15
  • msg #118

Re: (IC) 1:  The Rescue

The tracks were infrequent leading to the grove.  Sometimes drag marks could be seen lifting up some of the soft earth and other times, you could walk a couple hundred feet before seeing anything again.

During the walk, the environment around you took on a different hue.  The leaves on the trees seemed a little brighter in color or took on an unearthly hue.  Various mushrooms not seen on your earlier trek to the church could became more abundant, in numerous color combinations and all different sizes, some large enough to sit on.  Strange and wondrous plants could be seen popping out sporadically, overshadowing the more dull landscape you've been used to.



After a couple twists and turns on the path, and walking underneath a couple of root bridges, you finally come upon the grove.



The grove itself is about 100 feet in diameter. There are scattered trees along the edges, giving it a feel that it is circular in shape, but there are various small pathways that look to lead out of here.  In the middle of the grove sits a circular winding path that is about 5 feet wide, lined with various sized stones and those beautiful flowers, like the one Elinaora had, separating the path as it twirls into the center.



Sitting in the center of the grove is a venerable creature, with long white stringy hair, eyes that look glazed over, as if blind, and a dark tanned hide, weathered from old age.  His feet are goat hooves, and he sits upon a stump while holding a walking stick.  He sits about 5 feet across from another stump.  Next to each stump are two golden bowls and a pile of stones, each roughly 1 inch in diameter.



He slowly stands up as you enter the grove, as if in slow motion.  Hanging behind the aging fey creature are two large prison cages hanging from a large tree, with the two remaining hunters standing in them, bound and gagged.


This message was last edited by the GM at 04:27, Sun 16 Aug 2020.
Andraste Giltris
player, 98 posts
Half-Elf Female
Envoy of Rau
Sun 16 Aug 2020
at 04:51
  • msg #119

Re: (IC) 1:  The Rescue

"Althaea, I think it best if you take the lead here. Please ask if they will let us tend to their prisoners even if they will not free them.'
Althaea Sylvaranth
player, 113 posts
Autumn Eladrin
Glamour Bard
Sun 16 Aug 2020
at 07:06
  • msg #120

Re: (IC) 1:  The Rescue

I look to Giltris as she speaks to me, I will do my best to free them, however, if the Satyr will not negotiate with me for their release, I will do as you ask. I hope it does not come to a fight, but if it does, I can do this for you, make you a little heartier.

I slowly move up to the Satyr, remembering from my lessons what abilities they have. They were originally denizens of the Feywild, and some still reside there. However, eleven years before I was born, the courts came together and cast out the Satyrs, stripping them of their power in the Feywild. But even before that, the sheer number of revels, indulgences, and parties in the Material Realm by its inhabitants lured many Satyrs to journey here. Satyrs love making merry in the forest and trying to spread a good time wherever they venture. They are always searching for parties to crash, beauties to woo, and songs to sing, being hedonistic by nature. Satyrs are known to celebrate any festival they can find and even invent one or two just as an excuse to make merry. Satyrs enjoy seducing members of humanoid races, resorting to their enchanted flutes if necessary to win over their victims.

Because of their nature, I decided to play the Satyr a song while I approached. Not just any song, this one would be laced with magic. I was still roughly sixty feet away from the Satyr when I pulled out my lute and started to play an enchanting tune. After a few chords, I started to sing. I continued to approach as I played my song, however, I wanted to make a show of it. As my song came to an end, I sat on the stump across from the Satyr.


Hello, my name is Althaea. I am here to talk to you about the release of the two you have caged behind you.

Bonus Action: Mantle of Inspiration to Giltris, Sand, Zail, and Erik (Thorn, Althaea feels you are less likely to get hit if combat erupts cuz you hide) gain 5 temp HP and can immediately use your reaction to move your speed if you wish.
Performance= Enthralling Performance
Nature: 13 (1d20+2)
History: 21 (1d20+2)
Performance: 21 (1d20+8, +2 from guidance)
This message was last edited by the player at 20:25, Sun 16 Aug 2020.
Takmarin
GM, 134 posts
Sun 16 Aug 2020
at 15:56
  • msg #121

Re: (IC) 1:  The Rescue

As you begin your song and walk the path, the Satyr cracks a small smile and begins to tap his hoof gently on the ground, in the rhythm of the music.  You find it a little odd that he never moves his head, always looking straight ahead where you entered the path.  Once you sit down, you notice there are six of the same pebbles from the pile, in the bowl sitting next to the Satyr.

That was a very lovely song and I've not heard its match in quite some time.  I appreciate you singing it.  As you sit down on the stump, one of the pebbles from the pile lifts up into the air and gently lays down in the bowl next to you.

As for the hunters, I'm sure an arrangement could be made, though I am surprised.  Aren't there more pressing matters at hand than these two, your highness?  The Satyr speaks softly and kindly in a sweet sounding voice.  Not the raspy voice one would think from an older and aging creature. His crooked staff stays firmly on the ground as he speaks to you.
Althaea Sylvaranth
player, 114 posts
Autumn Eladrin
Glamour Bard
Sun 16 Aug 2020
at 16:11
  • msg #122

Re: (IC) 1:  The Rescue

I appreciated the compliment from the Satyr and I would be sure to tell him so, however, I was concerned that he knew who I was if he was banished before I was born. I did not wish to upset the Satyr, but I needed to know.

I appreciate the compliment, thank you. I did not catch your name if you do not mind my asking it. I am curious though, how did you know who I was? I did not tell you my last name and from my lessons, the Satyrs were banished before I was born. What matters of which do you speak? There are quite a few on my mind, and you are much older and wiser than I. I cannot begin to presume what my elders are thinking.

I smiled sweetly at the Satyr, not that he was likely to see it, but he had already surprised me once today. I did not want it to happen again.
Takmarin
GM, 135 posts
Sun 16 Aug 2020
at 16:28
  • msg #123

Re: (IC) 1:  The Rescue

When you finish saying, I appreciate the compliment, thank you., you catch the smallest of scours on the Satyr's face.  Immediately after, one of the pebbles from the pile rises up and lands in the bowl next to the Satyr.

There are few as beautiful as you, your highness, however, in case I am wrong in my assumptions, what is your full name, so I don't make any grave mistakes?

The Satyr becomes quiet, seemingly waiting for your response before answering any further questions.
Sand
player, 76 posts
Warforged
Battle Smith artificier
Sun 16 Aug 2020
at 16:30
  • msg #124

Re: (IC) 1:  The Rescue

In reply to Althaea Sylvaranth (msg # 120):

The little troop walked towards the grove, as the scenery started to change, gigantic mushrooms, magnificent flowers. Sand was keeping the returned Scamp on his shoulder, heeding the warning of Althaea to not disturb anything. Finally they arrived in front of a Satyr seated on a log and Althaea approached him. Sand though quickly as she was passing beside him and gently touched her arm.

Sand has trust in Althaea.

Casting Guidance, an extra 1d4 to a skill or ability roll.
Erik Moor
player, 23 posts
Human, Mark of Handling
Circle of the Moon Druid
Sun 16 Aug 2020
at 18:45
  • msg #125

Re: (IC) 1:  The Rescue

The more unearthly the world had seemed as they'd progressed to the Grove, the more nervous Erik's behaviors had become. The vast number of strange plants were sign enough. He had very carefully avoided this place when he came through last time. They'd walked under a bridge of roots and his lead had lessened more and more until those behind him eventually surpassed him and he was in the middle of the group when they finally saw the Satyr in the center of the spiral path. He had cowered and positioned himself behind Sand and Clacker again and his eyes had darted around noting all potential paths of egress. He'd started to pace back and forth from behind Sand to behind Giltris and back and forth and back and forth.

But then, Althaea had stepped forward. And she began to play as she walked around the circle. Despite his distrust of her he almost wanted to warn her, after all Giltris the kind one had vouched for her and Sand the machine had seemed at ease around her even going so far as to declare his trust in her. He'd continued to pace unsure if he should flee or remain. And then she'd begun to sing... And it was breathtaking. And magical... He wasn't sure how to feel at first but he felt stronger, more sure of himself. At the very least he was inspired to remain and see how this played out. He stilled his pacing and from between Sand, Clacker, and Giltris now he watched the conversation between the Fey begin.

He especially noted the movement of the rocks to the bowls when they thanked each other. This was Fey trickery indeed, he didn't know how but he knew it somewhere inside. If the others said nothing he may have to but for now he simply observed.

This message was last edited by the player at 18:48, Sun 16 Aug 2020.
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