06-06-2017, 12:09 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-06-2017, 12:10 PM by DM Surranó.)
As the team rearranges marching order and descends on the steep path they can't help feeling like they are being watched.
Once beneath the trees once again, Cranberry pops into view out of thin air. She flutters around on iridescent wings (like those of a dragonfly). Her cloak is tied into a neat bunch on her back.
"Meet me at Crystal Meadow," she calls, then zooms out of sight, zigzagging nimbly around the trees.
Private to Toot
The path is not so hard to recall and, unless the party decides purposefully on avoiding Crystal Meadow, they eventually arrive there safely.
Those that enter the meadow first in line can see Cranberry standing next to the ancient oak, flapping a few more with her wings before closing them, then pulls a cord just beneath the collar of the cloak and it unfurls on her back once again. She produces her gnarled walking stick and waits expectantly for the party to get closer and gather around her.
Once beneath the trees once again, Cranberry pops into view out of thin air. She flutters around on iridescent wings (like those of a dragonfly). Her cloak is tied into a neat bunch on her back.
"Meet me at Crystal Meadow," she calls, then zooms out of sight, zigzagging nimbly around the trees.
Private to Toot
The path is not so hard to recall and, unless the party decides purposefully on avoiding Crystal Meadow, they eventually arrive there safely.
Those that enter the meadow first in line can see Cranberry standing next to the ancient oak, flapping a few more with her wings before closing them, then pulls a cord just beneath the collar of the cloak and it unfurls on her back once again. She produces her gnarled walking stick and waits expectantly for the party to get closer and gather around her.
