[IC] Chapter 2-4: You Hear Them Whispering in the Crowns of the Trees

[DM Surranó]

Cranberry nods at the mention of food and drink.
"I shall see to it that you get that and a place to gather your thoughts undisturbed under the canopy of trees."

"As you wish," Portho replies to Giant, with a hint of disappointment glittering in his eyes.

The elderly woman then leads the party outside Mistletoe's place, back around the place where she first met the party, but instead of turning right from the treacherous path to her own place, she shows another path to the left, similarly slightly challenging to follow. Several creatures scatter at the party's approach, then return with small bags of food, water, and two wineskins of cider and ale each. As the party occupies the place, they can see four creatures standing guard at the edge of the small clearing. It is hard to tell whether they guard or ward those on the clearing, let alone how many may be hidden from mortal eyes.

[Silent Giant]

The elderly woman then leads the party outside Mistletoe's place, back around the place where she first met the party, but instead of turning right from the treacherous path to her own place, she shows another path to the left, similarly slightly challenging to follow. Several creatures scatter at the party's approach, then return with small bags of food, water, and two wineskins of cider and ale each.

Wow, this place is not as bad as I have thought before.

OOC - alcohol =? +x saves against fear

[DM Surranó]

Ooc - ale, cider and beer are not considered as alcohol in this context

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[Shanna Rendin]

Mistletoe nods at Torin and Shanna.
"You can use divinations at my place but the rest of fancy magic, and espacially all kinds of arcane trickery, should be done beyond the boundaries of the Sheltering Oak. If you have no other questions then you may as well leave."

She looks at Cranberry who nods, showing the way to the party.
"Do you need escort to Koriolis' lair, or any other support from our side?"

Once outside, Portho addresses Cranberry,
"Elder, I get it that you lost your valuable minstrel in this case. If you don't mind, I would like to stay at your side so that I can learn about Crystal Grove, the community here, and serve as a minstrel for the time being. I've kind of-- well, lost the motivation to seek out my premature death."

The elderly woman raises her right eyebrow at this development of events but does not comment.

Shanna blinks, knowing that Cranberry could have simply told her what spells the walking-stick-wand would be able to cast...but supposes that would be far too easy and involve far too few possible tricks for a fey.

"Oh!...Well, really..."

She just shakes her head and shrugs, returning her focus to the walking-stick-wand and gazing at it.  Ever the student of her mistress, her eyes go slightly blank, briefly turning the color of her cornea, as she attempts to divine the nature of the magical item in her hand.  Magic was truly remarkable in oh so many ways that it was a wonder she had discovered it as she had.

((Detect Magic, Spellcraft))
Spellcraft: [1d20+17] = 7+17 = 24

Still, Shanna follows what the fey are saying and responds "You know the dragon far better than we.  You have had far more exposure to it.  Far more interaction with this one in particular.  Would we need escort under normal circumstances, or will it simply watch us approach for a time?"

Cranberry nods at the mention of food and drink.
"I shall see to it that you get that and a place to gather your thoughts undisturbed under the canopy of trees."

"As you wish," Portho replies to Giant, with a hint of disappointment glittering in his eyes.

The elderly woman then leads the party outside Mistletoe's place, back around the place where she first met the party, but instead of turning right from the treacherous path to her own place, she shows another path to the left, similarly slightly challenging to follow. Several creatures scatter at the party's approach, then return with small bags of food, water, and two wineskins of cider and ale each. As the party occupies the place, they can see four creatures standing guard at the edge of the small clearing. It is hard to tell whether they guard or ward those on the clearing, let alone how many may be hidden from mortal eyes.

Shanna spares a cursory look around the place and determines that this is likely both a defensive perimeter and a holding cell of sorts.  But are we being held here, for the moment, to protect ourselves or the fey?...

[DM Surranó]

Shanna invokes the cantrip, focusing on the wand and her eyes widen, part of her hair that got loose from her braids starts flying as if filled with electricity. She staggers one step back from the overwhelming mental assault emanating from the item. She can just second guess that the aura emanating from the wand is that of Abjuration.

Gathering herself, she asks,

"You know the dragon far better than we.  You have had far more exposure to it.  Far more interaction with this one in particular.  Would we need escort under normal circumstances, or will it simply watch us approach for a time?"

"You don't need escort if you know where you are headed but you can ask Myshnue to show you the way if you wish. You'd probably have the same snowball's chance in hell with or without a fey escort if he would've decided to come and... greet you. Especially because you already have a fey with you," she finishes, glancing at Toot.

[Shanna Rendin]

Shanna staggers under the assault, appearing to stumble for a moment, before resuming her concentration.  I cannot allow myself to make the mistake of believing there is just one aura within this.  Something so powerful...it cannot be merely a wand of Protection from Energy.  She attempts to locate other auras within the artifact.  In addition, she uses their time walking to and preparing in the clearing to determine what spell that first powerful one had been.

[DM Surranó]

To make it clear: Shanna has probably never sensed an aura of this strength in her life. Even if there's another aura it is surely suppressed by this overwhelming one. (see more in OOC thread)

[Torin]

Torin also casts a DM after CB moved away but he couldn't able to detect the school. He also checks the other items which they found near to the satyr. (If neccessary feel free to roll the spellcraft checks for him.)

OOC - DM vs. Artifact [1d20+15] = 5+15 = 20

[DM Surranó]

Whatever the party brought from the satyr's remains does not show the sleightest signs of magic. (OOC - I believe you brought only his belt as a kind of evidence for identification but even if you cast DM on the scene you wouldn't have found anything magical)

[Toot]

Toot didn't have too much to say.  He added a few bits of information here an there if some detail was forgotten.  When talking about things the Fey could do to help, Toot finally squeaks, "You's have herbs?  You in forest so you's must have herbs. Many herbs add alchemical protections that can blend well with magic protections.  Any herbs that help with fear and acid?  Or maybe items of healing magics?"