Temple District Tasks: Mage's Folly Part 1
Log Info
- Title: Temple District Tasks: Mage's Folly Part 1
- Emitter: Seyardu
- Characters: Jinks, Paenitia, Ravenstongue, Randolf, Skielstregar
- Place: Alexandros Wilderness
- Time: Tuesday, November 23, 2021, 8:43 PM
- Summary: Adventurers are hired by the temples to locate some rare flowers that can only grown in the wild, under certain cirsumstances. Paenitia, Jinks, Ravenstongue, Randolf, Skielstregar and various mounts and famaliars answer the call. Turns out, those 'circumstances' are 'under Fey cultivation', and the wee folk don't like the large folk barging in to steal their lupins. Also, there's a tiny pseudo dragon that wants in on the caper. Who knew flower picking could be so complex?
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Appearing =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Aryia 4'8" 110 Lb Shadow Elf Female A heavily scarred mul with a tired look about her. Jinks 3'4" 39 Lb Gnome Male A gnomish fellow in fancy garb and jewelry. Randolf 4'10" 280 Lb Mountain Dwarf Male A burly, well-dressed Khazad in wizardly robes. Ravenstongue 5'0" 99 Lb Half-Elf Female Short half-elf girl with violet eyes and black hair. Paenitia 3'0" 34 Lb Halfling Female A Lucht knight, dark skinned in bold feathery finery. -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--= -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- As the GM -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Seyardu 5'6" 150 Lb Sith-Makar Female A friendly silver sith-makar with a perpetual squint. -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=
It was late afternoon in the wilds north of Alexandria this day, with the small group being sent on their way. The temple district was still shut down, but there was still activity within the area. And this day, a lower ranking priest had met with several at the adventurer's guild. For some purpose or another, the temple district needed a rare flower, known to grow only in the more isolated mountain ranges of Alexandria, and near to a ready supply of flowing water. Conditions that limited where it could be found easily. So they enlisted the help of several adventurers to see if they could find at least a handful of them.
These reasons found the group out on the roads for as long as they could be, in search of the plants in question.
A Red Knight on an Ivory Steed trots along the road. Encased in full armour, she has a stylized mask and a wide brimmed hat incorporated into her helmet. Both are happy to be out and about, even if they have not been successful.
"I am better at finding the Lupins." She laments. "Do you want us to look for the water from the air?"
Skielstregar is on a large, heavy horse, one that can handle his weight. He's got his halberd across his lap, humming something in a rumble. He's near the front, one hand on the reins, dead eyes kept out for this flower. "That wouldn't be a bad idea, Warrior Paenitia."
Randolf sits astride a smaller, heavier horse--an overgrown pony really. He's got his wand drawn and held across his lap, his eyes flicking hither and yon for trouble. "Just be mindful, Dame," he says to Paenitia. "This time o' year ye can get dense fog springin' up in a blink. Higher up the slope, they can hide outcrops. Nae usually a bother fer folk on the ground, but I imagine Ramirez wouldnae like smackin' face-first intae one o' those."
Enness keeps pace with the other horses, his combed mane cascading down luxuriously to bob as he trots. The driver is asleep at the reins and so the well-groomed mount moves amongst the others (as seemed to be the plan). The length of his face glitters with a new bit and bridle, small gems set into the fine black leather.
Jinks snoozes, having arrived feigning sobriety and a readiness that the dark bags under his eyes contradicted. His equipment was held in a bundle at his side and he was just finishing pulling on his studded doublet when he stumbled into the tail-end of the briefing. All smiles and chatty as they set out, he's now taking advantage of the high-backed military saddle and catching up on some shuteye after what was probably an all-nighter.
Ravenstongue rides behind on a smaller horse, not needing nearly so noble nor as majestic a steed as Skielstregar and Randolf's horses. She looks around closely at the environs, trying to determine if she could find this rare flower on account of all of the research into matters of nature she's had to do as of late. "Hopefully I can find it quickly and we all can go right back to Alexandria without much incident," she says.
Pothy, meanwhile, makes grumbling croaks. There are no snacks. There is only the tedium of riding horses and messing with Ravenstongue's hair to entertain himself. "Are we there yet?" he says, mimicking a bored-sounding child.
GAME: Ravenstongue rolls Knowledge/Nature: (20)+8: 28 GAME: Skielstregar rolls knowledge/nature: (6)+2: 8 GAME: Randolf rolls Knowledge/Nature: (13)+10: 23 GAME: Paenitia rolls knowledge/local: (10)+11: 21
"We should be looking for mountain rivers and streams," Ravenstongue says to the group, looking thoughtful as she looks around. "But furthermore... I should warn all of you that it's associated with magical phenomenon. Some say that they're a sign that faerie circles are nearby, so be very careful where you walk once we see it... and if we come across any of, well, /them/, let me do the talking. I can speak to them."
Pothy grumbles a little at the mention of fae. "Lemme at 'em," he murmurs, mimicking someone far too inebriated to be useful in a bar brawl.
"Haha, I have speak with the Fae, many times." The Red Knight laughs, "it did not go well for them."
"Or me. Or Ramirez."
'Ruaaaah....' Ramirez agrees.
She makes a clicking noise, "Okay, you the talking. This is the good idea."
Skielstregar raises a brow. "Fae..? Thisss one hass yet to encounter such, and will defer to your judgment,Ravenssstongue."
These mountains are pretty far out, but there is a calm stream that exits part of the mountains, where many travelers rest. It is not recommended by the more experienced merchants however, as resting there seems to invite ill fortune on the travelers. Pants inexplicably end up with holes cut out of them, dwarves wake up with beards dyed bright pinks and purples, and horses are unhitched to go wander and eat flowers elsewhere until found again. All manner of strange occurrences, but none have been able to figure out why.
The area is less than a half hour's walk to the north east from where the group currently is.
Randolf shifts a bit in his seat. "Och, an' here I am wi'out a four-leaf clover or iron horseshoe," he grumbles. "Maybe they'll be the kindly sort o' fae. The ones that frolic about the moonlit glade an' get all the woodland critters chirpin' along tae some sort o' drivel. Or no, wait, that's princesses, innit? Bah." He harrumphs, beard all a-bristle. "Well, anyroad. The flower we're after is called Mage's Folly. An' it's never been cultivated--it can only be found in the wild. So if we -do- find any, we'll have competition for it, I'll warrant."
Paenitia sits taller in the saddle, rising to her grand height of three feet. She twists to the left, twists to the right, stares at a mountain peak, "Aha! I have hear of this place."
"There is the stream near. The smart merchant, they do not stop. There is the bad luck, pants with holes, the horses wander free, eat flowers."
She turns to look at Randolf, "The dwarf beard, is dye the bright pink and purples, you will challenge Jinks."
She adjusts her shield, "It is the place of ill luck. We should go there. It the half hour walk, north east is the direction."
Jinks grunts and closes his mouth, giving a quiet 'mmm' in response as people talk. Not quite waking up he mumbles something that might be "gremlins... stole m' knickers..." and then shifts slightly in the saddle, tucking his chin into his shoulder and going back to silent dozing.
Enness takes a step to one side when the gnome crosses his arms and pulls the reins in doing so. The pony course-corrects with a turn of the head that uncrosses Jinks' arms and gives a snort. Damned back-saddle drivers.
Ravenstongue nods to Paenitia's dispensation of knowledge about an ideal site. "That sounds like it's probably the right place to go to. We just need to be careful... Don't wander into anything that looks like a faerie circle and we should hopefully be fine."
Randolf's eyes get wide as tea-cups as he looks over at Pae. His jaw works soundlessly for a moment, before he looks down at his beard. He gathers his arm protecively around the majestic whiskers. "If those wee faerie shits turn my beard purple, I swear tae fuckin' -Reos-..." He glances around fearfully. Now there's faeries -everywhere- in his gaze. All of them hell-bent on turning his whiskers some unnatural shade. The -horror- of it all.
GAME: Paenitia rolls perception: (1)+5: 6 (EPIC FAIL) GAME: Paenitia rolls 1d20+5: (2)+5: 7 (Ramirez perception) <OOC> Paenitia says, "sure. re-roll, lets see how this goes" GAME: Paenitia rolls perception: (12)+5: 17 GAME: Paenitia rolls stealth: (19)+11: 30 GAME: Paenitia rolls 1d20+6: (18)+6: 24 (Ramirez Stealth) GAME: Seyardu rolls 1d20+8: (4)+8: 12
"Okay, we take the look. Ramirez! Up!" Paenitia commands, and the ivory hippogryph soars into the sky. The head to the northeast and soon pass out of sight. They are almost unseen, a very energetic cloud.
Which is good, as they are both blind for a good long while, tracking back and forth.
Once passed over the road, the forest grows dense, more dense than normal. But it breaks away when they reach the mountains, leaving a large area of open plains. Near to them, they can spot a stream that feeds down from them, trickling off into the forest to parts unknown. Paenitia is fairly certain it is the place recounted to her in traveler's stories.
Once spotted, the Red Knight takes a good look at the arrangement of the mountain peaks, then heads back to the road. Ramirez glides in, landing, with head high in a dramatic pose that shows of his feathers.
"We find it." Paenitia says triumphantly, "There are no wee ones with the beard paint in sight. Come, I show you the way."
Skielstregar sighs in relief as Paenitia returns, him giving a fanged smile. "Thisss is good," he chuckles from the theatrics. "Lead on, Warrior Paenitia, thisss one will be right behind you. A?"
"Let's go!" Ravenstongue says, smiling, but she seems to realize something, her eyes widening for a moment and some shuffling around in her seat. "Oh, but, umm--I'd like to be behind Skielstregar. Just in case of fae... presences. Normally I wouldn't advocate to be right in the middle, but I'd feel bad if something happened to someone and I could have caught it happening beforehand."
<OOC> Paenitia says, "stealth synery" GAME: Paenitia rolls stealth: (9)+11: 20 GAME: Paenitia rolls 1d20+5: (8)+5: 13 (Ramirez Stealth) GAME: Randolf rolls Stealth: (15)+1: 16 GAME: Ravenstongue rolls Stealth: (20)+2: 22 GAME: Skielstregar rolls stealth: (17)+-1: 16 GAME: Jinks rolls Stealth: (5)+12: 17 GAME: Jinks rolls 1d20+3: (9)+3: 12 <OOC> Paenitia says, "so it's Jinks 32, Pae 31, Ramirez 25, Ravenstongue 22, Randolf 21, Skielstregar 19" GAME: Seyardu rolls 1d20+8: (19)+8: 27
Jinks wakes, finally, at the downdraft and commotion (however mild) of Ramirez' return. The gnome blinks and considers the group blearily, face impassive a few short moments before it's contorted in a mighty yawn while his back arches and arms reach in stretch. Forcing his eyes open and licking his lips he wonders, "Have we finished...?"
Randolf looks over at Jinks as the gnome stirs. "No, laddie. We're only just beginnin'," he says, looking furtively around. Paenitia's declaration that there are no beard-paint armed fae in the vicinity relaxes him only somewhat. At least enough to stop hugging his beard to his chest. "Right... let's go see if we can find this flower an' get out afore summat -terrible- happens."
"Okay, we fly slow." They take to the air. It's a lot easier the second time, especially when she knows the way. They stay low, weaving back and forth above the canopy, sneaking up on the stream.
Skielstregar nods to Ravenstongue, him smiling at her. "Of courssse. Thisss one will be your shield." He tightens up the straps on his armor to keep it quieter.
<OOC> Seyardu says, "Heavy horse is +7, light is +5, pony is +4" GAME: Ravenstongue rolls 1d20+5: (6)+5: 11 GAME: Skielstregar rolls 1d20+7: (2)+7: 9 GAME: Jinks rolls 1d20+6: (1)+6: 7 (EPIC FAIL) GAME: Randolf rolls 1d20+4: (20)+4: 24 GAME: Skielstregar rolls perception: (13)+7: 20 GAME: Skielstregar rolls will: (11)+2: 13 GAME: Ravenstongue rolls Perception: (10)+4+2: 16 GAME: Paenitia rolls perception: (8)+5: 13 GAME: Paenitia rolls 1d20+6: (8)+6: 14 GAME: Randolf rolls Perception: (9)+6: 15
The travel through the forest is uneventful for the good part of the half hour, but it is surprisingly gloomy, the dense canopy blocking out most of the light despite the hour. It takes a bit of effort for Paenitia to keep an eye on the traveling group, but it is manageable.
It was uneventful, at least, until a rather strange phenomenon happens. Jinks', Skielstregar's, and Ravenstongue's mounts are suddenly skidding across the undergrowth, until all trip and sprawl out on the ground for a moment, taking their riders with them. And when they hit the ground, it takes a moment to free themselves, as their sides are covered in bright red berry juice mixed with honey and tree sap, making it prove incredibly difficult to remove.
Skielstregar falls out of his saddle, landing on the ground with hard a grunt. He gets up on his elbows, him snickering and pointing at everyone that fell over. "Ha! This one thinks you all went to the play in Happy Valley! Sssuch perfect sssync!" He continues to snicker and rumble, even as he's covered in honey and sap.
From the sky, Paenitia can see the ground take on a bright gleam for a moment, before it vanishes just as quickly, leaving her allies in a state of disarray.
Pothy flies off Ravenstongue's shoulder and maintains a short distance away from Ravenstongue as she squeaks from her horse taking such a fall. "Oh, no!" Ravenstongue yelps, and she tries to remove the sticky stuff...
But Pothy realizes something. Finally. /A snack./ He goes to eat the sticky substance off of Ravenstongue's horse.
"Everyone okay?" Ravenstongue calls out to the others.
"Ah, what happen? There the flash." Paenitia says, looking down as Ramirez circles, "You are ok?"
Randolf boggles, looking around as his comrades go tumbling down. And between one eyeblink and the next, they're covered with bright red berry juice and honey. He turns his pony in a circle, the animal flicking its ears serenely. "They're here. They're -here-! Watch out fer yer beards, friends!" He blinks, then looks down. "I'm the only one here wi' a beard, aren't I?" His pony flicks an ear again and gives a shake of its mane. "Don't worry, laddie. I won't let 'em get ye," he says, leaning down to pat the animal's neck. His pony, in turn, is cool as a cucumber. Clearing his throat, Randolf straightens. "Er... anyone hurt?"
Skielstregar continue laughing at the sight before him. "And to have the softskin'sss hair colored would have it even better!"
Randolf peers at Skiel with narrowed eyes. "You bite yer bloody tongue!" he yelps.
Jinks would happily debate quality-over-quantity with Randolf vis-a-vis facial hair but he's too busy sitting on his head with his trunk bent over his face and his knees by his ears. What's worse is that he seems to be stuck! As impressive as this feat of flexibility might (and impressive the view from above) be he lacks the leverage to extract himself. His nostrils flare and take in the cloyingly sweet smell. "All this jelly and no way to preserve one's dignity..." he sighs.
Neighsayers gives a squeal and kicks, bucking wildly on the ground to try and right himself. Clods of earth are kicked up and his mane becomes a tangled gooey mess. Thankfully, at least half of this particular duo manages to find his feet (hooves) on his own and jumps back up. The warpony turns a tight circle and flips its head, quite clearly unhappy.
"You and me both, buddy," Jinks mumbles, watching from the ground.
The Red Knight circles overhead, and her Ivory Steed squawks. He does not like sticky things, "The stream, it is just over here. I go look for the good place to put down, we meet you there!"
The pair wings off.
Skielstregar continues snickering, shaking his head at Randolf and sticking his blackened tongue out at him. "Nah!"
GAME: Randolf rolls Spellcraft: (6)+12: 18 GAME: Jinks rolls Spellcraft: (5)+7: 12 GAME: Ravenstongue rolls Spellcraft: (1)+7: 8 (EPIC FAIL) <OOC> Ravenstongue says, "... I am going to reroll that." GAME: Ravenstongue rolls Spellcraft: (6)+7: 13
Jinks bobs his head in the smushed fruit. "This is my jam."
Somewhere, three mentors are all sitting at a bar right now pinching their noses or roughly running a hand through their hair. "NEVER. LISTENED.""
It was some form of grease spell, and Skielstregar is laughing from a magical effect.
Randolf scowls dourly as he peers at his comrades. Then he turns his gaze down to the ground. "Hrrm." He looks back up at Skiel, tugging at his beard. "-Hrrm-." He looks up and around. "A'right, that's yer lot! Ye had yer fun! Now kindly un-magick me friends, if ye'd be so kind!" he hollers aloud.
Ravenstongue blinks. "Do you think it was a spell?" she asks Randolf. She pauses for a moment, before she calls out in the tongue of the fae: "Good folk, I beseech you to let us go from this trap! I am willing to make a trade for our safe passage!" <Sylvan>
With no help forthcoming, Jinks sees to himself. A bit of futzing, swaying of the hips, and a grunt of effort and he manages to complete a sort of somersault and ends up in a crouch. He doesn't immediately set to cleaning himself (in case there are fruit-filled pastry projectiles en route) and stands up instead, walking over to pat Enness and offer some soothing words and a pat.
GAME: Ravenstongue rolls Diplomacy+1: (5)+6+1: 12 (+1 is from T1 Fae-touched Aspect) GAME: Skielstregar rolls perception: (4)+7: 11 GAME: Jinks rolls PErception: (20)+7: 27 GAME: Randolf rolls Perception: (4)+6: 10 GAME: Ravenstongue rolls Perception: (4)+4: 8
There is no response for a moment, but at least the laughter from Skielstregar finally abates. Whether from conscious effort or the spell running it's course is unknown.
Then, a slightly high pitched voice chimes back in everyone's minds. "Good folk, good joke, yes? Very sticky!" It speaks with laughter ringing in everyone's ears. "You have legs and hooves, you can do it, I believe in you! And there is a stream here, good for cleaning off, yes. Though trade for safe passage? I can keep you safe, but what do you trade for that?" <Telepathy>
Skielstregar's laughter finally abates, him tiredly flopping onto his back. Now he's more stuck to the ground. He groans, rubbing the side of his head. "... thisss one'sss thoughts sound... like a small reed..?" he mumbles, confused
Ravenstongue presses her lips together into a thin line for a moment before she responds, calling out again, "Good folk, I am willing to offer things that I know you to like for safe passage. I have a bundle of cookies in my bag that were baked fresh this morning from a bakery I love. And my companion can sing a song that I know your ears will find pleasing. Are you interested in any of these?" <Sylvan>
Pothy grumbles a little as he settles back onto Ravenstongue's shoulder. He clearly does not like her talking like this.
After all, his sorceress is promised to one of them.
Randolf eyes Ravenstongue as she starts speaking in a language he doesn't recognize. But it's the response that rings in his thoughts that makes him scowl and harrumph. "Whatever it is yer offering 'em, it better not involve my beard," he grumbles.
"Coyote laughs." Jinks affirms the quality of the prank, looking at a particular tree as he continues to soothe Enness. The gnome, too, speaks in Sylvan. "A song, sure, or a dance... or I've a crown we'd trade if you'd fancy one." He tilts his head, smiling easily as he tries to sort out the interesting amalgam just out of view.
GAME: Jinks rolls Knowledge/the Planes: (16)+12: 28
"Cookies? Cookies are good!" The voice speaks up again enthusiastically. Songs, dances, all good! Leave them here, and perform your songs and dances. Crowns too heavy! Heavy on the head, heavy on the shoulders of the one who wears them, yes. I am no king of the forest, that is too grand to claim." The voice chimes back into their minds. From behind the tree Jinks was staring at, a tiny dragon's snout peeks out, and purple eyes watch the group expectantly.
GAME: Ravenstongue rolls Knowledge/Arcana: (18)+11: 29 GAME: Randolf rolls Knowledge/Arcana: (10)+14: 24
Ravenstongue pulls a bundle of cookies out from her bag. Pothy looks absolutely heartbroken that these cookies are not his anymore. "I'm sorry, Pothy, but we need to be able to get where we need to go safely." If ravens could cry...
She rests the bag down onto the ground gently. No broken cookies today. Ravenstongue even offers the little snout a smile. "I have placed the cookie on the ground. None of my companions will take them before you, pretty faerie dragon." <Sylvan>
Skielstregar finally gets to his feet, eyeing the bag, but spots what everyone has been staring at. His confusion grows three fold. But, he keeps his trap shut, letting the strange raven lady and the gnome do the talking in that strange language. He doesn't even pretend to be scary looking. Just... confused.
Jinks shrugs and lets the the Myrrish crown he'd slipped from the cuff of his coat fall into his palm. A turn of phrase left for another, more-greedy fae creature someday, perhaps. He turns a loose fist and rests the coin on his thumb, then pushes it around his forefinger, rolling each after the other in turn so the gold piece goes for a lazy roll. Then back the opposite direction before he palms and disappears the thing back into his coat cuff.
He clears his throat and laces his fingers, drawing his hands smoothly over his face from the chin up and back over his hair. His skin goes a deep violet, his hair raven black. His cheeks freckle with diamond dust and his chin, nose, and ears narrow and stretch. He already has the fine dress of a courtier but physical features take on a markedly fey aspect before he lilts,
- "Oh, don't tarry in the forest of the faerie,
- "the mushroom caps and will o' wisps.
- "Even wary you might be harried,
- "lost, and missed.
- "Oh, don't tarry in the forest of the faerie,
- "your mind agog and lost in fog.
- "You might just carry... this silly derry
- "sung with frogs on logs."
GAME: Jinks rolls Perform/Sing: (5)+20: 25 GAME: Ravenstongue rolls Diplomacy+1: (2)+6+1: 9 GAME: Jinks casts Gallant Inspiration. Caster Level: 8 DC: 18 GAME: Jinks rolls 2d4: (6): 6
The tiny dragon watches the movement of the coin, but not as much as the bag of cookies set out on the ground in front of ravenstongue. Almost so much that they are caught off guard by the sudden transformation of Jinks. "Good change! Almost like the fey lords and ladies, but too short. Stretch out, fit right in!" it speaks into their minds, before it falls silent to listen to the little ditty.
The silence remains after he finishes.
Wait, no it doesn't. There is the smallest sound, of two tiny hands clapping fifty feet away. The small blue dragon flutters over to the bag, and lands on it, sniffing. "Good show, good gifts, good joke-takers! You are good people, this one will see you through the forest. Surprised you need it! These forests not too dangerous." It says, struggling to carry the bag of cookies under it's own weight, but managing. "Where to, what do? Humanoid folk always have reasons for being in forests. Should make more of those reasons to play jokes!"
Jinks tilts his head in a half bow and relaxes the illusion, his face pulling back into its proper shape as the color fades from his skin and hair bleaches. His jewels continue to glitter even if he no longer has the precious dusting of freckles.
"The city we live in is imperiled. We're on a fool's errand chasing a flower thought to grow in this area... that no one has ever found. If you listen closely you can quite clearly hear Coyote's sniggering in the distance." The gnome explains it all quite casually to the tiny dragon; this sort of thing is becoming increasingly commonplace.
"What my friend said," Ravenstongue adds, still talking in the tongue of the fae. "We are looking for the mage's folly and we would like to find it soon." <Sylvan>
Pothy grumbles a little more as he watches the faerie dragon land on what should rightfully be his. Those cookies were acquired for him. They were promised to him! The rage burns in his eyes. "Cookie," he says, and Ravenstongue sighs, patting the corvid on the head.
But Pothy will remember this. He will remember this cursed occasion forever.
Skielstregar is very confused as he is further spoken to in his head. "... Dragonfather..?" he quietly muses, looking up the sky. Jinks' show makes him utterly lost. Were softskins this essentric? Movement. Blink. This... isn't the dragon he was referring to. Oh. Wait. A tiny dragon! Skielstregar immediately goes to a knee and nods along with what Ravenstongue was saying, even though he had no clue what was being said.
"Hard to find, when flower have mind." The dragon chimes, flapping in place and flashing what appeared to be a grin, before their is more laughter in their heads. "Dangerous! But if you want flowers, you can have, do big favor in process!"
The dragon flutters over to where Skielstregar is kneeling. And a singular, tiny claw bonks him on the head, barely able to be felt before it flies away. "Stand up! This one is no king, you makari all so strange. True king is one that can take joke at their own expense! Even if it needs a bit of a push."
Jinks wonders if he'd be at all surprised if this dragon turned out to be Tanith in disguise and a request for fish followed the reveal. Probably not, he decides. "Trading boons, then? What favor do you need?" He glances over from cleaning Enness. Jokes are for humanoids and other sapient creatures. The warpony is beauty incarnate and will not be smeared with fruits and mud.
The gnome listens on even as he hums, pink motes playing in the air between the palm of his hand and the pony's flank. Hedge magic to wipe away the noble steed's humiliations.
Skielstregar flinches from the smack on the head, him reflexively covering his snout. Awkwardly, he rises, still covered in the honey and sap as he mumbles, "... thisss one apologizesss, dragon. What is it that needsss doing?"
Pothy tears himself away from the vision of the bag at the urging of Skielstregar. He looks away. If he physically could, he'd close his eyes and shed a tear... in memory of cookies lost.
"Thank you, but no need to apologize." The small dragon replies to Skielstregar. "Just laugh and be happy! Keep spirits high and the day is better for it."
Then the dragon turns to Jinks and Ravenstongue as well, and nods. "Favors! This one needs you to pick the flowers that you come for! Mage's Folly, called folly because mages think they know everything, then do not expect to be bludgeoned by unassuming flower! Dangerous things, scare travelers away from the river here. No one stops by any more for my jokes! It is no fun." It explains, the voice in their heads growing sad.
OOC
<OOC> Skielstregar says, "daww"
<OOC> Skielstregar says, "poor dragon, we'll go beat up a flower for you"
<OOC> Skielstregar says, "also that's a hilarious enemy, a flower"
<OOC> Jinks says, "Two flowers jump in the river to swim away. They see Skiel gaining, "pedal faster!" one flower shouts to the other."
<OOC> Jinks says, ""I think we're done for, bud." cries the other."
<OOC> Jinks says, "Thanks for stepping up and running, Sey! Fun scene, y'all."
<OOC> Skielstregar groans, pulls out two gold stars, smacks jinks' forehead
<OOC> Skielstregar misses
<OOC> Skielstregar says, "thanks for running sey :) was fun"
<OOC> Seyardu says, "Thanks for joining! I wasn't expecting the first half to go on so long, but I'm glad it was enjoyable"
<OOC> Ravenstongue says, "Seriously, thanks, Sey, it was fun :)"
Ramirez
===========================> Sheet for Paenitia <===========================
===============================> Companion <================================
Name: Ramirez Type: HIPPOGRIFF SIZE: L Levels: 8
HD: 7 (D8) HP: 52/52 BAB: 5 MELEE: 8 RANGED: 8 AC: 26 CMB: 10 CMD: 24
MOVEMENT: Fly 60ft avergeATTACKS: Bite +8 1d6+4 and 2 claws +8 1d4+4
SPECIAL: DARKVISION 60 FT, DEVOTION, EVASION, GLIDE, LINK, LOW-LIGHT
VISION, MAGICAL CREATURE COMPANION, MULTIATTACK, SCENT, and SHARE SPELLS
Saves: FORTITUDE: 8 REFLEX: 9 WILL: 3
Skills: Fly 1(8), Perception 1(5), and Stealth 3(6)
Feats (4): ARMOR PROF LIGHT and COMBAT REFLEXES
Tricks(9):
Attributes: STR: 18 DEX: 19 CON: 16 INT: 2 WIS: 12 CHA: 11
==============================> Emblem of Ea <==============================