Something Strange is Happening in the South...

Anwin walks up joyfully to, Aetoris Nail and Oma Salie embracing them both enthusiastically. She speaks to them both my friends it's been a while since I last saw you! I hope you are doing well and that the paths that have met your feet have been comforting. Why if I do recall the last time we ventured together in Pelor's good grace, was ridding the country side of that terrible beast! Wow what a great story that has become even though it has seem to have taken on a life of its own, as the last I heard the story the beast blotted out the sky and its teeth were as big as a troll. .
She laughs infectiously.
but one things for certain this blade that we found in its lair, the stories will never do it justice
She says tapping a spectacular hilt tucked into her belt.
me and this blade sure have had some great adventures since, we need to catch up soon and exchange some stories over a cup of mead.
But it looks like we are being called together for something a little more pressing

...I'm telling you Aetoris, I grew them with caps the size of your - well at least my hand! And let me say.... Oma Salie walks in with Aetoris, babbling nonstop until she sees Anwin come towards her. She hugs her firmly, almost a tad too long, like she's trying to ascertain​ if Anwin's still healthy by feeling her hugstrength.
My oh my! Look at yooouu foxy lady! Although I must say a bit of my newest batch would do you no harm... Let's see where did I put it? She starts patting her body, like she's looking for her keys when Aetoris places a hand on her shoulder and she looks up at him.
Oh, right, right, this might not be the best place to open the hole. Later...

Oma listens to Awin's recollection of the story of her sword, smiling broadly and making some weird moved and noises likes she's back there again.
Well I'm glad you like the sword! I myself can't get enough of this trusty fella I got from that mean witch when we sold her some herbs on our way home that other time, what did we do again Aerty? You know, that weird woman with the children working for her, what did we do before that? When I gave her some nettle mixed with dandelions and took this broom in exchange? Do you remember Anwin, were you there? Anyway the old hag had it coming, with her evil laugh! Now it's my lazy ass flying around all day! She laughs loud, slapping her thighs and wiping tears away.

Tinwë enters the room slowly. For someone so graceful, it might seem odd that she picks her steps so carefully. Those who know her well, however, understand that it has been many years since she last set foot in this place that used to be her home...

But there are familiar faces here that belong to dear friends! "Pyrrha, how good it is to see you!" Smiling beneath her hood, she embraces her cousin warmly, then pulls back to look at her. Still so young! But then, time passes differently in this realm...

Tinwë lightly touches Pyrrha's magical cloak, a marvelous garment that is identical to her own. "I am glad to see that you still wear this! Mine has protected me countless times, and it brightens my heart to know that you enjoy the same security. You remember the day we were given them? You and Fah'lin looked so beautiful standing before the king. I was infinitely jealous of you, as I had to be carried by my father..." Tinwë trails off as she looks around again at the room, then shakes her head to clear away resurgent memories.

"Fancy that the three of us have become such influential figures! I have heard many lovely ballads detailing your escapades, and Fah'lin has become the most renowned scholar of arcane lore in the region! Whatever it is that your father wishes of us, I am confident that we will see it done. Especially with the talents of these others..." Tinwë points out Aetoris. "Have you met the elf warrior over there? The Loresingers of his people say he slew a wyvern with a single arrow! They forgot to mention that he used a child's bow... I was there, you see. He is the one who taught me to shoot. I wonder who is the better shot now..."

Aetoris stands happily with Oma Salie and Anwin, smiling at the retelling of their exploits. When Tinwë mentions the wyvern shot that earned him the bow strapped to his back he turns.

Ah, Tinwë, so glad you keep telling that lovely tale! I remember well your training sessions with the guard. Few of those hooligans could pull a string so well as you, and they had decades on you! But do you remember our session in the field that summer? he says as he squeezes Oma's shoulder before heading over to Tinwë and Pyrrha.

In case she hasn't mentioned that trip, I may as well give you a light regaling. I was travelling with her training squad, trying to get the philosophy of silent woodsmanship through their skulls. Just going to get a bit of info on this group of goblin bandits that had been raiding the nearby town. Couldn't figure out how in the nine hells they could get in and out as quickly as they could. We get into it, and come to find out, that nasty Hobgoblin leader they had - what was his name - Effertz or some such stupidity. He managed to get himself this cap that would let him teleport his merry band of greenskins right into someplace, at least so long as the little bastards had someone sneak in and take something from the camp. Not really sure how they got their hands on it. Either way, we flushed the hobgoblin out and three of the squad managed to skewer the ugly mug right in the throat as he was trying to use his little hat. Aetoris is very animated as he recounts this tale, having truly enjoyed that outing.

Anyway, push came to shove and their lieutenant offered me the first pick of spoils on account of my position as senior field instructor for the mission. I snagged that cap of his and carry it with me to this day. Nothing makes life with Oma Salie over there easier than being able to quickly get back to the herb shop once we've picked our fill of new plants. he says, pulling a funky looking cap covered in swirled arcane letters from his pack.

And Tinwë, any time you want to test your bow against mine, we can gladly take the time. At least once we get done with whatever horrors the king has uncovered that calls for an assemblage of people like we have here. Names that echo in the grandest of halls all together.

Anwin looks a little blush as Oma Salie is telling the story of the old witch. I'm sorry Oma Salie I must confess something, well you know me and confessing and Pelor and all, and not coveting stuff..... Well I was just overtaken by your broom and I just had to have one so about a year after that incident I finally said "that's it" and I went to the wee'olde magic shop and had them commission me a broom just like yours

Anwin looks away briefly and turns back to Oma Salie, I hope you're not upset with me, heaven knows I couldn't have that

Fah'lin hears her name spoken by Tinwe as she crosses the room. Her attendants break off and find places against the wall where the king's own servants wait to be needed. She offers a slight nod to the spymaster Rollana as she passes. She approaches Princess(?) Pyrrha and makes a deep curtsy to show her respect.

"My lady, my father sends his regards and adds his well wishes to my own for your continued good health. I come in answer to your father's call, it is my honor to be regarded in such fine company, your grace."

Her comments might be a tad formal, considering how close she and the princess are, but there are several people in the room who Fah'lin is not as familiar with, so keeping to tradition she shows the proper reverence. Turning to Timwe, Fah'lin smiles as she remembers the ceremony where her cloak was given.

"We were such precocious children. Thinking ourselves capable of thwarting that mad wizard's plans to enchant the king and usurp his throne. But here we are, and the criminal remains locked in jail. The king told us that if we insisted on dealing with dark wizards like that, he was going to make sure we had the best protection available."

Then she adds silently to her two friends, 'Though I wouldn't mind if the king added his champion to my protection detail.' Turning her head slightly to take the brute in she arches an eyebrow in appreciation.

Seeing Lady Fah'lin look at him while in the company of Lady Tinwë and Lady Pyrrha, Kuz goes to them. Adressing them in orcish then with the broken common of somebody not used to it,"Gadaj Dajdok Danak Reknoz Tanoz. If we travel together soon, Kuz life is shield for King's family." Kuz turns to Lady Tinwë, "Last time we speak, you said this be useful to you." Kuz hands her a small bag. "Kuz not need. Gift for you. Help somebody if can."

From her place along the side of the room, not in shadow but somehow still seeming to be (by force of habit), Rolana watches as the other people mill about in the room, greeting one another in surprised happiness at meeting again so unexpectedly. She knows all of them, of course - it's a rare thing for the spymaster to walk into a room without knowing who will be there or without recognizing everyone she finds upon arrival. But her knowledge of these illustrious personages is no feat of intelligence gathering; she knows these people because she's worked with them before, even stood beside some of them in battle. And they are among the few who both know who she is and - even rarer - what she does, and has done, in her professional life.

And yet, this has not translated to much in the way of intimacy between her and her gathered colleagues. As if to punctuate this point, Fah'lin Sohl sends Rolana a subtle nod on her way to formally greet the princess Pyrrha Fralantia. Returning the nod with a smile just as reserved and subtle, Rolana recognizes that this is her life working as designed; it's a feature, not a bug. Rolana is a spy - and not just a spy, but the best. That achievement has come with costs, and a lack of close attachments has always been a known sacrifice, even before Naysen Rheem recruited her into the king's service, back when she was practicing the long cons on the streets. You can't afford to get close to people you're trying to fleece, after all.

Still, there had been camaraderie among the teammates working the scam together, hadn't there? With some surprise (and Rolana is rarely surprised), she realizes that she suddenly misses that. Her work has been her entire life, and she wouldn't trade it for anything, wild hill giants couldn't make her give it up. But at this point in her life, isn't it permissible to cultivate some genuine relationships? Scanning the room again, she reflects that they are likely all here because the king has a mission for them. Quite probably a very dangerous one. If there was ever an appropriate time to allow herself to get close to people, the eve of a very dangerous mission with those people is probably it.

They all seem to be bonding by reminiscing over magic items they'd acquired together. Rolana does have a story like that. She walks on silent feet until she is standing next to Aetoris Nailo.

She leans against a table, feet casually extended, and waits until he catches her eye. When he does, she smiles. Do you want to know my favorite memory from my adventuring career? It's not the time that we infiltrated that band of assassins. It's not the time you and I intercepted the scout bringing back intelligence about the king's security so that I could impersonate her.

She glances down at her feet. No, my favorite memory is most definitely, without question, beating you at cards to win these magnificent Elvenkind Boots that we took off that scout. She flexes one booted foot luxiously. They're so comfortable, you see. And so sleek and stylish. And so utterly... mine. She cocks her head to one side, smiling more broadly now. Hello, Aetoris. It's really good to see you.

Oma Salie's eyes begin to sparkle with excitement at Anwin's confession, a huge grin spreading on her face. Upset? Why would I be upset?! This means I can race you! she claps her hands, jumping up and down.
Suddenly her attention is grabbed by Rolana's words and she walks over to the group, waving for Anwin to come with her.
Aety! You never told me that's how you "lost your boots" Hahaha! I'm telling you, he was mopey for a year, a full year I say! You should've seen his face! She pokes Aetoris in his side with her walking cane.

Aetoris sticks his tongue out at Oma Salie before turning back to the spy, face falling to an attempt at a sad visage. Aye, that was such a "good" time. he says, voice a bit mopey still. Like Oma says, I was miserable for a year, at least, after that. But, you'll be happy to know I managed to find someone to commission me a set all my own. he says, sticking one foot out, revealing the slight leaf motif dancing across the surface of the supple boot. His face breaks into a smile again as he holds his hand out. It's good to see you again Rolana, it's been too long since we've managed to grab a small drink. he says with a quick wink.

Given how closely you hold his ear, have you heard any wind of why we're all here? he finishes, hoping that he could get some little bit of information before the King arrives.

Tinwë laughs as she listens to Fah'lin reminisce. "You did most of the work. All I could do was distract the old goat by reciting horrible poetry!"

As the Champion approaches, Tinwë snickers and whispers, "Speaking of which, if you break the heart of dear Kuz, I shall compose a sonnet that will make you even more famous, Fah'lin, though perhaps not in a way you might enjoy!" Then she speaks normally, addressing the muscular half-orc. "Thank you, Champion. Let us hope we do not need them."

After Aetoris tells his story of the teleporting goblins, Tinwë rolls her shoulders in an exaggerated shrug. "Yes, senior field instructor...I doubt anyone in this room is older than you. What are you now, at least half a millennium old? I hope you can keep up with the new generation."

"I doubt very much that my reputation would survive such a blow as your words could land Tinwe. I shall try to avoid drawing them out." Fah'lin retorts, at a conversational level, not caring to hide them.

Stepping politely closer to the orc the warlock speaks directly to him, "It is an honor to make your acquaintance Champion. I've seen you fight in the arena. To call your work impressive would be to sell it short. We should all thank the gods you found your way to us here and are no longer leading the wild warbands who raised you. What treasures did you procure for Lady Tinwe that would be useful, but we hope not to need?"

Answering to Fah'lin's compliment by shrugging his shoulders, "I just have fun in arena, most fights too easy. I win shiny rocks for Lady Tinwë. She breath life in dead soldier with shiny rock. I no need it so I give to Lady Tinwë."

Taking in the the myriad faces that pour through the doors of the council chamber, Pyrrha stands as still as the royal garden statuary just off the grand room's centre. Her poise does not betray it, but she is tense. Rarely in the company of those important anymore, she is nervous. For such an event, her first appearance at one of its kind in a number of years, she wears her best and carries with her four magical curiosities. Her fathers's vehement protests against her leaving the safety of the castle only stirred a juvenile defiance in her. Dressed like an adventurer of stories and wild tales, she silently rebels. The garb does not aid her discomfort. However, she relaxes just a little as Tinwë, her cousin and a dear friend strides toward her with all the grace for which she is known.
"Pyrrha, how good it is to see you!" As her hood falls, Pyrrha meets her eyes and takes in her features just as the half-elf scans her own.
Every time we meet, she ponders, the rift between our years seems to grow.

Her cousin's hands move from her shoulders to examine the cloak around them. As she finishes recounting the story the cloak reminds her of, Pyrrha softly corrects her,
"Ah, this isn't quite that cloak. Not as joyous a memory is associated with this one. As it happens, the cloak you are thinking of now belongs to my dear half-sister. My father bestowed it upon her in my memory, before he discovered I yet lived." The young princess speaks of the time she was believed dead with an almost unnervingly inappropriate nonchalance, at least to someone of noble manner. "No, this cloak," she fiddles with one corner of the diaphanous material, glittering softly in the torchlight, "was taken from someone not quite so fortunate. Once an object of worship for those vile cultists, I hope to give it better use."

"Fancy that the three of us have become such influential figures! I have heard many lovely ballads detailing your escapades, and Fah'lin has become the most renowned scholar of arcane lore in the region! Whatever it is that your father wishes of us, I am confident that we will see it done. Especially with the talents of these others..." Pyrrha listens attentively as her cousin continues.
"I hope I can be of some assistance. My father has forbid me from heading south, but I will provide all the knowledge I possess to aid you." Her expression sours, not unlike a petulant child, but her calm demeanour all but conceals it. "Would that I were a soldier or war mage, I could provide assistance on the field of battle, but alas not." Her eyes swing upwards from her own feet as Tinwë points to the elf. He is composed, but looks like he would be more comfortable in a jerkin and boots than in the clothes suitable for this council. She cannot shake the feeling that she recognises him from somewhere. "I must say, I cannot imagine anyone being a better archer than you, cousin. Still, a single arrow, you say?"

Aetoris' enthusiasm is deeply infectious, and Pyrrha beams with joy, hanging on every word as he recounts the tale. Perhaps it was the lively manner in which he told the story, or perhaps it was that he hadn't addressed her with any tired titles or honourifics - just as a fellow. She cocks her head a little as he produces the curious cap. The thought of a hobgoblin wearing it made her chuckle a little internally, but it did not rise to the surface. She mutters a small word of thanks as the elf and Tinwë turn to talk to each other of challenge and marksmanship.

Only a fleeting moment passes before Pyrrha turns to see another close relative of hers, the very same Fah'lin Sohl Tinwë spoke of.
"My lady, my father sends his regards and adds his well wishes to my own for your continued good health. I come in answer to your father's call, it is my honour to be regarded in such fine company, your grace." Slightly taken aback by the elaborate curtsy and the manner in which she begins to speak, she gives a curt nod of her head in response. She knows Fah'lin well - she was well-raised, and the show she put on should scarcely surprise her. She also knew her well enough to know however, that when not in illustrious company, she was a devilishly mischievous and eminently likeable friend. Many an evening had they spent crouching in eaves and sharing only the choicest morsels of gossip. That was a long time ago however. Fah'lin continues to make polite conversation between herself and Tinwë, reminiscing of a particularly comic incident in which the three of them had gone in over their heads after eavesdropping on the ambitious court wizard. The same court wizard who had been appointed as her own mother's replacement.

As Fah'lin lets down her façade and turns to eyeball the enormous warrior that is the king's champion, her lascivious comment finally breaks Pyrrha's composure. She lets out a small giggle even as she tries to stifle it, and a blush begins to spread to her cheeks as several disapproving gazes from around the room meet hers. She turns back again from scanning the room to meet Fah'lin's eyes, and just looking at her disarms her, forcing her to lift a hand delicately to her mouth to stop herself bursting out in a fit of roaring laughter.

With the comedic timing of the best theatre-players, the champion lumbers towards the three cousins and greets them first in his native tongue, then in his best attempt at their's. His presence reminds her of time spent talking with the wild beasts - wolves, bulls, bears - in her sojourn at the druid's circle to the east. She thinks better of mentioning it however, for fear of being rude.
"It is to be hoped your life will not be needed as a shield, fair champion. And in the event it must, I think it is likely you have enough life to outlive anything that might threaten your charges," she laughed cordially. She wasn't sure whether or not he recognised her words as humorous, but she gave him an endearing smile and a polite nod nonetheless.

Finding herself once again between conversations in this great hall, Pyrrha strides softly towards the two smaller guests with whom she has not been introduced - the elderly gnome lady who, to her mind, looks decidedly out of place; and the halfling bearing the mark of Pelor. "My greetings, esteemed guests. I regret that I've yet to make your acquaintances." Suddenly, in a quick observation, Pyrrha picks up on a familiar smell, and looking down beams a smile that betrays her nostalgia. "Pardon me, but is that flower a sprite's valentine bloom?" she queries the gnome, gesturing to a blueish flower whose petals poke out of one of her pockets. "Such pretty flowers, and useful for treating burns if I recall."

A masked man enters the waiting room, removing a paper from his robes and placing it on the table. The likes of him only a couple know; Pyrrha—knows him as her father's 'man in the shadow' who he calls on for personal errands that need the utmost silence—and Rolana—who has shared a job or two with him. His face though remains a mystery to all in the room.

A raven appears on Rolana's shoulder; it speaks to her in perfect common "I should of expected to see you, if the King requested me to light, surely things are dire." As quickly as it appeared, it disappears and reappears on his shoulder as he turns to face her "I did quite enjoy our last job together, the poisoned king plaguing his underlings if I recall correctly." He pulls an empty gray bag off his belt "I do quite enjoy our bounty earned on completion; the fuzzy company is a boon in my depths." He attaches back to his belt, the raven on his shoulder vanishing once more.

Rolana listens intently to the king's statement.

Your Majesty, I believe there was an operative in Southwatch. Was there no warning of something amiss prior to this caravan's failure to arrive?

"Crack the door so that my friend may fly, Sire." As Ryestro says this the raven appears on his shoulder once more. "Information is the one thing I don't like being in the dark. I can scout the place out without actually being there, in theory. If what happens to the guards happens to the raven, the knowledge will remain with me and be able to output it."

Oma Salie listens to the king's worried words and looks a bit confused, eyes gliding over the assembled powerful women and men in the room. She clears her throat, and shoots a look at the king that is best described as "grandmother looking at a silly grandchild". Excuse me sire, I don't want to question your decisions but aren't we a bit powerful for a scouting group investigating a squad of knights missing for less than 12 hours? It might be the old age talking here but that doesn't seem very long. You've got an amazing spymaster and probably plenty of people to accompany her if she were to check it out, so why ask us all? She shrugs, then quickly adds Not that I don't want to go, now I know this mystery I want to know what's going on. But it almost seems like you're not telling everything you know...

Kuz puts his hand on Ryestro's shoulder in a friendly manner, "If you here than King trust you, so I trust also. You ask bird and I ask bear spirit. See if info is same."

I'm honoured to serve the kingdom as an emasary of Pelor, and as these two have said I believe that we need to know more of what is happening. This is very frightening, for this amount of planning to have everything just vanish its something or someone very powerful...

Anwin shivers

Tinwë finds herself smiling and laughing among friends old and new. For a moment she can forget the bitter memories of life as a dismissed cripple, and the terrible shock of her father's murder in this very building. Why have I stayed away so long?

Then the masked man enters the room, and Tinwë immediately stiffens. That mask... no, it's impossible. That man is dead. She unconsciously flexes and tenses her muscles as she watches the one called Ryestro speak with the spymaster. But... best to keep an eye on that one...

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Tinwë watches her uncle's face while listening to the suggestions and musings tossed around by those in the room. The King had always been quite distant, even when not surrounded by dignitaries and courtiers. The weight of an entire kingdom rests on the man's shoulders, but he bears it with such... security.

Finally she steps forward to join the discussion. She approaches the King and bows deeply, holding her cloak out to one side. "Your Majesty, as promised in my missive, I am at your service. Please, allow me to make up for the time I have been away. I hope to serve in a manner that would have made my father proud." She rises and turns to the rest. "If this antimagic field disrupts scrying, I doubt a wizard's pet would fare any better. We may need to take a closer look with our own eyes."

Oma Salie raises a good point majesty. It is disconcerting, to be sure. Is it simply the strength of the anti-scrying magics that brings to mind a more powerful response than something as simple as Rolana and I, possibly, taking a few days to see what we can spot? Admittedly, Oma and I have a small shop in Southwatch, but I've not been in some time, otherwise getting to the outpost would be a simple task. he rubs his chin in thought. How large were both the trade caravan and the contingent of knights? Who was their cavalier? MacGuinn? To know which knights are missing could inform more of what could have caused the issue.

"I think it will fare exceedingly. Scrying does not give you vision until you target what you are trying to view. I will have eyes on Southwatch long before the antimagic field disrupts it; in any case we will find out how far out this field extends. I do not like being in the dark when it comes to information and what we know is the city has gone silent and the guards sent gone unheard. The King is not stupid and requesting my presence means I wouldn't doubt this room is full of capable people...but going into the unknown is foolish and thoughtless. My plan removes the risk;" He reaches into a pouch and tosses 10 gold to the floor "That is what we lose following my plan. Is your life worth less than that?"

Tinwë does her best to control a shiver that works its way down her spine as she listens to Ryestro speak. Why does he make me feel so... helpless? Who is this man?

She grits her teeth and turns away from the masked man, looking instead to Aetoris. "The lives of the people of Southwatch mean more to me than waiting here for weeks in comfort and safety. Aetoris, how close can you take us with that helmet?"

Perhaps Celeria is our best choice, I do not wish to teleport straight into Southwatch before knowing what we are teleporting into. Oma what do you think?

Perhaps a very small scouting party - myself and one or two others - could teleport into Southwatch posing as traders. This would be strictly to take stock of the situation firsthand. The rest of the group could teleport into Celeria and await word from us before proceeding to Southwatch. We can set up a mundane method of sending simple, predefined signals that trigger certain protocols.

There is certainly no way to handle this situation without incurring risk, but we have enough experience and talent in this room to minimize it.

"And how much help will you be to the people of Southwatch dead because you felt the need to rush into things? I agree that we should start this in Celeria to limit the time we are waiting but we should wait nonetheless. If you can't protect yourself, how do you expect to protect the people of Southwatch?" The raven vanishes once more as he calmly speaks.

Rolana receives Ryestro's rebuke calmly. I don't believe anyone said anything about rushing in, Ryestro. You can always send your raven to scout while we prepare things here. But I don't think we should just be waiting idly in the meantime. This situation demands immediate action.

Oma Salie smiles at Anwin, then sighs, reaching into one of her pockets and taking out a small mint leaf, putting it in her mouth and chewing slowly, thinking about all that's being said. Rolana, think what you're saying dear. A teleportation circle is easily guarded and if you truly think it's an invasion, wouldn't they guard the circle first and best? They must expect troops coming in through there, at least for the time it takes for anyone to come from another direction. If 12 knights can't even send back a sign of life, not even one of them coming back immediately to give an update, what makes you think you could? If it's not something else distracting the knights, and I'm starting to think it isn't, I would say it is definitely a dumb idea to teleport to that circle.
It is indeed a shame we didn't get a chance to visit our store recently Aetoris, that would've made things a lot easier. For now I think Celeria is the best we can do. I suggest we start our journey there, when we get closer sending the raven and bear out to scout when we do our necessary resting. I don't see a better way. I suggest we leave for Celeria immediately once we've established how and how often we seek contact with you, sire. The longer we wait, the more time for the invaders to hurt innocent people. Anyone opposed to this plan? She raiser her eyebrows, giving a stern look to each person sitting at the table, lingering a bit on Rolana and Ryestro

With a slight smile, Rolana returns Oma Salie's gaze. Knights possess a very different skill set that makes them ill-suited for scouting and espionage. They are likely dead, enthralled, or otherwise compromised.

Your plan is fine, but it seems to me that it would be much more likely to succeed if we had people already in Southwatch with insight into what is taking place there. Perhaps this seems "dumb" to you, but it's the kind of mission that I have run many times. It's what spies do, after all.

A few of us could teleport in posing as important people with pressing business with someone we know in Southwatch - preferably, a your majesty trusts. We would travel under appropriate aliases with a suitable cover story; news of a family tragedy, perhaps, or a business proposition or urgent decision needed. This should allow us enough access to assess the situation. We could make it known that our return or a message is expected in a short time, or someone will be coming for us. That should provide an incentive for whoever is responsible for this situation to at least permit us to send a message.

We can hammer out the details of the cover story and messaging strategy once your majesty selects a contact in Southwatch.

"Father, if I may..." Pyrrha interjects as politely as possible. She scans the room with a cunning eye, then continues, "I know the city of Southwatch. Certainly well enough to attempt some augury or scrying there. If we can at least see what is going on, our chances might improve."

Oma Salie smiles at Anwin, then sighs, reaching into one of her pockets and taking out a small mint leaf, putting it in her mouth and chewing slowly, thinking about all that's being said. Hmmm... It is a very difficult decision to make. I'm not an expert on war tactics, but I don't suppose invaders kindly step aside to allow some higher uppers of the people they're invading to waltz around and return to where they came from with all sorts of information about the invasion.
If we could teleport to somewhere else in the city that wasn't so obvious, like our store, that would've given us a great advantage. Such a shame Aetoris, we should go there more often...
If the danger lies outside the city, we have to fear nothing going in. If the heart of the invasion is there, risking our spies to get caught and not return would make my heart ache, thinking there might've been something I could've done and I think others will agree. Together we are at our most powerful, so if we go we go together. Her tone is very stern, not allowing anyone to disagree as she continues.
If the situation is as dire as you seem to think I don't want to waste a week coming in from Celeria. Nor do we have the time to wait for scouting ravens or bears. The shield does raise questions, it's not something that happens by accident. We should go there to investigate, see if the people are safe or try to make that happen. But the way in...
She stands up on her chair, putting her hands on her hips and speaking in the most serious tone yet.
It seems to me our best choice is to go in, blind, unfortunately, but together. If we get there safely we could send a group to investigate while the others stay safe, of not we fight until we create a safe place. I will NOT feel the guilt of letting a few get killed because we didn't want to take the risk of a fight! We are strong and we are brave! And you will all eat my spinach so you are good to go! Ask Aety, he knows it works!

Tinwë nods at Oma Salie's words. "I agree. Whatever they have over there, we have a Hulk." She waves a hand at the Green Champion. "I dare them to try and kill him, even with an army, or a dragon." She looks the enormous warrior over, then adds, "Or an army of dragons."

More serious, she continues. "We cannot delay acting. If they can field an antimagic shield of such proportions, what is to keep them from enacting the teleportation circle there and appearing here? We need answers now, before they have time to organize more surprises."

The mask shifts to Oma "So you wish to put us all at risk, the ones called because we're capable of stopping this, to save a few? That is the tragedy of war, a byproduct of invasion; lives are going to be lost regardless. We go in blind, we save a few lives but now we are dead because there was something we weren't ready for because we felt the need to rush in without recon. Now the city falls, thousands die, and the threat begins to move from Southwatch to the surrounding area because we are no longer there to end it. Is this the outcome you want? To save a simple few?" His mask shifts again to Hulk as Tinwë talks about him and looks him over "And how does he expect to reach the dragons, 100 feet up as they rain hellfire upon him, flying circles around him?"

His gaze shifts to Tinwë "Are you capable of subduing or killing him if his mind his corrupted and he turns on us? If whoever has the power to shield an entire city, mind control is probably trivial to them. You do not go in blind against a magic user capable of blocking an entire city from magic view."

Fah'lin listens to everyone's points and counter points, taking it all in. Thinking to herself, 'This could prove interesting.'

As the conversation goes around and around she starts to get a little bored. Speaking after the masked agent makes his point she says, "Blocking a city from being scryed upon could be a feat of legendary magic, or it could be a neat trick. Failure of a scrying spell does not necessarily mean 'anti-magic' it could just be 'shielding magic' which is somewhat more common. However, I think we all agree we need more information than we have. We should get as close to Southwatch as we can and assess the situation. Until then we can't make a good plan. My carriage is ready we could leave tonight."

Anwin looks at the mask, I'm going to have to change my response sorry, I'm going to have to say that I believe transporting into the city to a safe spot might be the best plan. Aetoris and Oma's shop is as good a place as any. And as for the hulk if his mind is corrupted with Pelor's favour I'll be able to easily clear that up

The mask shifts to Anwin "And what if your God's favor is also barred from the city? What if we are unable to transport into the city? Do you know the consequences of a failed teleport? Or what if they have the entire city on lock down and have every circle heavily guarded? Now we are in the dark—not knowing what works and doesn't—fighting who knows what, with no other information other than the city has gone silent and the scouting guards haven't returned." His mask scans the room "How many of you become useless after you lose your magics and enchantments? With an entire city resting on our shoulders, now is not the time for rash decisions. Most of those questions can be answered easily before we throw ourselves into the fray by a simple scout from my raven."

Approaching Ryestro, Fah'lin puts up a placating hand but does not try to touch him. "Peace, peace. Your point is made. But your bird will not make it there in a reasonable amount of time from here. We can get closer and see what there is to see and your bird can do it's job. Let us quit bickering about that and move on."

Smiling, Kuz looks at Ryestro, "Mask men is wise, I be dangerous if turned. But my mind not weak. If no magic then me be great tool to bring. Me need no magic to be champion. And flying dragons no problem in past, so no problem in future also. I think we go near first. If danger, you run and I give time."

The mask shifts to Fah'lin "Apologies, I left that notion in the past. Teleportation wasn't in my mind at the time I proposed that path; just gaining information. I do see the need to limit the time spent scouting and having my raven fly here to there, is certainly a waste. I do not see anything we can move onto, we have no information to form anything around."

Aetoris listens to the many proposed plans and reasoned arguments for and against. After a moment or two of furrowed brow thinking, he responds.

We still have an alternative option. I know the sigil's pattern in Celeria. It cuts a full two weeks off of any travel we may need to make. From there, we can push towards the city slightly more. From what we can tell, Naleth is still free, lest the mage wouldn't have been rightly able to make contact. If we can base ourselves there, your good raven can scout somewhat more easily, as could the spirit of the bear Hulk there had mentioned. Then, at least, once we have our information, we can react before that information is stale as month old bread. I agree that we shouldn't rush blindly into the middle of danger. I am afraid I'm not familiar enough with our store to safely get us all the way there without some of those potentially nasty risks our masked associate is so keen to point out. While we wait for more word from the king regarding the size, and preferably the contents, of the caravan, we can strike out to pull together whatever gear we may need. he walks to Oma and squeezes her shoulders. We are very powerful old friend. But I'm afraid not even your spinach can save us from that which blacks out a city like this. I fear we are at a decision like we faced with that wicked troll that stole your herb supply all those years ago. If we burnt him, it damaged the supply of herbs. If we didn't, he would terrorize more, yes? All decisions are bad, and thus all are equally good. Squeezing once more, he moves to the king.

King Pious. When your grandfather was young, I was already stalking the woods for the elvish armies. I fear at times the years of experience weigh too heavily on the tactical options I could see. But the citizens of Southwatch, they are your subjects. Only you can truly provide us with a clue as to how urgent this threat may be. If we were to take the week to ride from Celeria, or even the three to traverse from here, is that too long? You've called your banners, when do you march? As you've heard, many wise heads with many successful adventures can lead to disagreement in tactics. Please, provide us some guidance liege. he says, bowing his head down slightly.

Trying to be as clear as he can, Kuz chooses is words before speaking, hoping nobody has any trouble understanding him. "I know more info good, but time important too. Not good idea take too much time for plans. Best plans only good until battle start. King has wizards. They can send info to us when they have. We need move, plan on the way."

"Excellent! Your majesty is quite wise." She turns and slowly heads for the door. "Bolin will be pulling the carriage around, if anyone would like a ride to the circle. Champion?" She quickly signals to her servants and three of them hustle out of the room at quicker pace then their mistress.

Tinwë breathes out a hiss of frustration, fingers tapping a quick beat on her crossed arms. Once upon a time she had been patient; she'd had to be.

When her uncle gives clear orders, she snaps to attention. "We will see it done with all haste, Your Majesty." She bows, then steps close to Aetoris. "When you're ready, senior field officer. I will follow your lead."

As Fah'lin goes to exit, Aetoris calls after her quickly. We won't need to be using the kingdom's circle to teleport. If we have our goods, we need only be close together and I will teleport us directly to Celeria. The king will be using his mages to speak to us, we should reserve their magic for such critical things.

He pivots to the king. Thank you sir for the guidance. It makes our task much clearer. Does everyone have all the equipment they may need, or shall we reconvene at a central location to make the journey in say, an hour? he says.

Gladly Spark. Age before sass, isn't that how they say it? he says, clapping her on the shoulder softly, distinctly using the Common translation for her name.

Anwin respectfully looks to the king, great your majesty it's settled then!
She then jumps up excitedly and claps her hands, it's been years since I've been in a carriage! I'd love to take you up on your offer Fah'lin, I'm already packed and ready to go! But if we do by chance happen to run by the Fondante's Inferno, you know that bakery right? With the delectable scones? It's no big deal but if we are, well maybe we can you know.... Only if you want to? I am craving some of their scones though, well only if it's on our way. Have you tried them yet? Mmmmmm right when they are out of the wood stove is absolutely devine.

Tinwë snickers at the thought of Fah'lin traveling anywhere without her carriage. "You can always pay the mages to send the carriage along later, dear!" She turns to the excited Anwin. "And possibly the scones as well. They might actually be worth the three thousand gold. I have heard Corellon himself declare that he prefers Fondante's Inferno!"

The thought of this endeavor finally being underway puts Tinwë in a fine mood. "It's not just these feet that know how to dance, Aetoris. Besides, my tongue was quick to sass long before I took my first steps. Onward, then!"

Rolana gives a quick, practiced bow to the king. Thank you, sire, for your guidance. I'll gather my gear and meet up with the rest of the group in an hour's time

She nods to the remaining party members and glides, quick and silent, from the room.

"We could literally ride to the circle and achieve the same effect. You have no idea how useful it could be." She pauses for a moment, sending a mental message to her servant to stop as well. "But if you insist, I imagine we can hire one in Celeria." Her tone is slightly exasperated, but only just.

Always quick to recover (a necessity in her line of work), Rolana smiles and thanks the man. With a wink at Aetoris, she says, I hope you don't get a mount like that one that kept turning her head to nip at your legs on the road to Farsweep that time. Then she follows the functionary's lead down the corridor.

Last time Kuz rode horse, horse too skinny and broke leg. So horse rode Kuz to come back. Kuz smiles as if he had made the best joke ever.

Hearing Kuz make his joke, Tinwë leans over to Fah'lin and whispers, "That's what she said. And that was a horse! Are you sure it would be worth it?" She pats the pouch of diamonds Kuz gave her earlier. "I mean, should the worst happen I can always bring you back. But I'm not sure Kuz would ever forgive himself, the dear." Another snicker, and then Tinwë follows Rolana and the dignitary.

I'm looking forward to it. Perhaps now Ryestro we can use that raven of yours? By the way, how fast does it fly? Is it stealthy? How can you communicate with it? Do you speak Raven? Ooooh does it speak common?

Anwin giggles
hehehehehe I think that I'm rambling again. Ohhh well!

Already on his way out, Ryestro calls back "Yes, when we reach the outside air, he will fly. As long as he remains on this plain, I can see through it's eyes, as if they were mine and communicate with it, as if he was right next to me. As for the other questions...you should really be car..."

Before he finishes his sentence, the raven appears on Anwin's shoulder "Stealthy enough for ya, huh? 'How fast does it fly?' It, it, it! You know, firstly, I'm not an it, you insensitive jerk, I'm a living creature with a name. Ever think about that? Probably not! Secondly, I can fly faster than you; can probably walk just as fast as you as well, stumpy."

Anwin jumps slightly at the appearance of the raven on her shoulder, but she is quick to respond Well you've never actually have been formally introduced have you? I'm Anwin! And you do speak common!! So how fast do you fly? Because I can walk faster than most 'stumpy' folk. And by the way I've been called stumpy enough times that it's almost my second name. And sorry about calling you an 'it' I know that sometimes feelings get hurt when people don't know enough about you and make rash decisions.

"Apology accepted. You may address me as Codor or your Greatness."

Ryestro calls back "With your elegant introduction now over, Codor, we have a job to do."

At that, the raven disappears and reappears back onto Ryestro's shoulder mere seconds later, he looks back at Anwin "Fast enough for ya, huh?"

Leaning toward Anwin, Rolana says in a low voice, At least he didn't speak to you in the spider form. That's even more unnerving

spider form?? Ewwww.

Shh. Don't tell Ryestro I told you.

Telepathically to Rolana
I won't!
As anwin winks at Rolana

Fah'lin arches an eyebrow at Tinwe's comment and quietly tisks at her as though she said the most scandalous thing in the world but the slight upturn of at the corner of her mouth shows she found the joke humorous and is not at all offended.

"We shall consider that later, onto the stables then."

When she arrives at the teleportation circle in the capital Oma Salie pats a seemingly empty pocket. Well I cleared the GG's cabinet of all the healing potions we got stored there Aety, and told Sebastian EXACTLY what he
is allowed to touch, so I'm sure only half the store is destroyed when we come back, as usual. Which made me thinks about the store in Southwatch, a week in incompetent hands could be disastrous! Do I need to remind you what can happen when some of the varieties I made are used incorrectly? We better hurry!

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When in Celeria Oma shakes her head to clear it, not the biggest fan of teleportation, even after all those times with Aetoris. The shakiness unfortunately doesn't get better with the welcoming words of the functionary. Horses? I - I thought perhaps I could fly instead? We could use the horse readied for me for luggage. She looks up at the others nervously.

Aetoris shakes his head once, clearing the well-known haze from his mind. That old mare should have been put to pasture a full year earlier than she was, Rolana. I'm just glad I finally have a decent set of boots to keep prying horseteeth from my delicate skin. he quips back, before looking to Oma.

That may not be a bad plan Oma Salie. he says, turning to the others. I know many of us are well used to spending days on end in the saddle. Would it make sense for our purposes that those with fancy flying brooms use those, and the main group moves alongside them. A few of us take the vanguard and act as advance scouts. We're going to be riding a full week, it won't put us off too much to have us use fast riders to go ahead and set camp while the others come behind. Aetoris offers after Oma looks about. After all, you've all not had the - ah - pleasure of Oma's rants after a day of travelling. No amount of medicinal herbs on the face of the world to make that bearable. he says, throwing a wink at his old friend as they proceed to the stables.

Adressing himself to the group, "This creature related to troubles maybe. We should see it, maybe give clue to what we face."

Anwin dismounts her broom and approaches the farmers. yes, thank Pelor, we are here to assist. Now if you could be ever so helpful and describe this beast. You said it's eating your village? Like as in whole?
Or smaller portions? From the ground? Is it always in the ground? Or emerges sporadically?

"Those poor people... we must help them, and quickly!" With a confirmed menace so close at hand, Tinwë is ready to charge ahead.

"No lose time, have big worm to kill. Nodding towards Tinwë, Kuz takes the lead.

"Your village is straight ahead down this road?! She waits only moments before spurring her horse to greater speed.

"Worms aren't known to have legs, Champion, but the sentiment remains the same; quickness is essential." Ryestro follows after Kuz, sending his raven off in front of them.

Tinwë mentally sorts through the hundreds of ballads she's memorized to see if description of such a beast has ever been made legend by a poet's quill.

Anwin gets back on her broom and swiftly takes off towards the village, she wonders if she's ever heard or seen this creature before
maybe it's like that creature that I tracked with the elves in the forest

Ryestro views through his raven's eyes, informing them of what he sees. He tries to recall anything in his studies that resemble the creature.

Aetoris thinks on the woods and tries to recall anything like this.

Having fought so many monster, Kuz just tries to remember if he ever killed anything resembling this description.
"Comes out of ground, big, eats a lot, this clearly is dragon with no wings!!", exclaims Kuz with certainty. "Should be easy kill for us."

Oma Salie steps of her broom, immediately reaching into one of her pockets, but then looking at Aetoris, pausing for a second and asking. Is this one of those "no time to make some tea to calm down" moments?

Aetoris casts a sidelong glance at Oma before chuckling once softly. Yes Oma, this is one of those moments. Unless you have a special tea blend with you that'll turn Hulk over there into a much larger version of himself, I'm afraid the herbs will be limited in utility until after we deal with this - whatever it is. He says, taking his longbow off his back and setting an arrow to his string.

Anwin, lands here broom about 150' from the creature and turns to Oma (and any other person who flew there as well)
Well this big guy here isn't too menacing. Yes a bit of a problem, well big problem, but he's harmless. Ummm mostly harmless. Anyone have a way of schoooooing him out of here? Maybe we could send him back where he came from. By the way where did he come from?

Oma Salie follows Anwin down, but doesn't land. Even though it doesn't seem to be wild, it's surely much bigger than a horse, and just as much less liked by Oma, so she stays ready to move up, up and away at any moment.
She nods at Anwin. Well, let's see if we can find any indication where it came from, shall we? No harm in looking around...
She steers her broom back up high into the sky and circles above the creature, looking around for a path of destruction, flying down it a bit if needed to find an exit hole the creature came through.

Tinwë runs through the air on her winged boots, easily keeping up with those on flying brooms. She skids to a stop on the ground and observes the creature for a moment. "By the Blue Bard, what is that thing? No one seems to be in any danger. Let us learn what we may."

She puts a hand to her temple and whistles a series of clear, perfect fourths laced with divination magic, concentrating on hearing the creature's thoughts - if, indeed, it is capable of complex thoughts.

Rolana rides her horse up next to Anwin and watches the creature. Well, this isn't exactly the scene of violent destruction we were expecting to encounter, is it?

Looking around and seeing nothing to indicate where the creature came from, she learns forward and frowns. Okay, the villager said that the beast came from the ground, but I don't see any holes anywhere. I suppose it's possible that it was brought here by magical means - maybe as a distraction to prevent a party like ours from reaching Fort Naleth in time.

At any rate, the creature isn't being violent right now. Does anyone have any ideas on how to proceed?

Staying on his broom well off the floor, Ryestro sends his raven down to the horse group. It appears, off the ground, in front of Aetoris "Keep your distance or stay off the ground; it has no eyes, it relies on vibrations to see. I have a way of dispatching it in one go, sending it away from here, saving our strengths for Southwatch. They are extremely territorial which asks the question, why is it here now? What approached its territory that brought it to the surface. Are the problems in Southwatch and this bulette connected?"

Sounds like a plan to me. If you have a one-and-done solution to this problem, my friend, I'm inclined to say go for it.

"Kuz let you try, if not work, I make it come to me far from group."

Tinwë dances back into the air with an arrow nocked to her bow. "Stay sharp! This is all very strange."

Fah'lin leads her horse to the nearest tree away from the creature and loops the reigns loosely around a small branch to make the horse think it is tethered but allowing it to escape if it gets spooked.

Taking Reyestro's advice she activates her boots of flying to get off the ground, acsends to about 40ft in the air and vanishes from sight. In her mind she readies an Eldritch Blast to assist if the first plan doesn't work for the masked man.

Aetoris moves to a point where he has clear sight of the creature, bow at the ready.

All good questions. If you can dispatch it quickly, we can ponder all that later. I agree with Tinwë, something isn't sitting right.

Anwin notices everyone going airborne, so she hops back onto her broom and lifts up a couple feet off the ground.
She replies back to Rolana
This is definitely not, I wonder exactly why and how this creature is here? I searched already and have not found any spot where it could have come from the ground. Ryestro said he'll be able to handle this guy, I do hope no one else will be hurt.

Anwin then flies over to Hulk and says,
just in case you're thinking of doing anything perhaps a little more speed is what you'll need
She touches his shoulder and casts Longstrider
And for good measure I'm going to give it to myself as well

Ranger spells 4 first level spells 1 second level spell left

Rolana rides to the nearest unoccupied tree and "tethers" her horse in a manner similar to Fah'lin's. Donning her Cloak of Elvenkind and switching her boots for the Slippers of Spider Climbing, she grabs an overhead branch, lifts herself from the saddle, and walks straight up the side of the tree to a point about twenty feet off the ground. She readies her Rope of Entanglement and waits to see what happens next.

Ryestro pauses for a moment before the raven speaks "I'm afraid I was misguided, this creature is either to stupid or unable to hear for my magics to take effect. I guess we fall back to the Champion's plan?"

"Does anyone have another idea? Dispatching it will not tax my resources too heavily, but it will take time better spent elsewhere, I'm guessing." Fah'lin's disembodied voice says from somewhere above the Champion.

"Then I go, when big thing is playing with me, do what you can." Without waiting for anybody's reply, Kuz who was starting to feel really excited since it had been a while since he had a real challenge, rushes, bellowing, towards the creature. "RAAAARRRGG!!!"

Ryestro extends his hand, firing off three quick beams of energy.

Fah'lin appears closer to the beast in mid air. "Ooboshun'gah!" Spinning in air she releases three black bolts that cut jagged lines through the air streaking toward the beast.

Anwin flies in closer to the creature,

"May our deeds be sung through the ages!" Tinwë hums along with the thrum of her bowstring as she fires a pair of arrows at the creature.

Rolana reaches into a tan cloth bag and withdraws a fuzzy object. Let's see if I can't give this beast one more target to distract it.

She throws the fuzzy ball twenty feet in the direction of the bulette. As the object hits the ground, it transforms into an animal, and Rolana shouts her command. Attack the big scaly thing! Go for its belly, if you can!

Tan Bag of Tricks animal chart:
1 Jackal
2 Ape
3 Baboon
4 Axe Beak
5 Black Bear
6 Giant Weasel
7 Giant Hyena
8 Tiger

Black Bear melee attacks

Why is this damned thing here, now. Aetoris thinks as he moves up to within striking range with his longbow.Action to attack, magical piercing damage if it hits. Including sneak dice if Hulk is within 5 feet now.
98/98 HP | 18 AC
Wand of Magic Missiles: 7/7 | Wand of Magic Detection: 3/3 | Helm of Teleportation: 3/3
Arrows: 59/60

Oma Salie flies high above the others, watching as suddenly Kuz runs up to the creature. She dips down a bit, starting to say Wait! but her words are lost in the mix of magic and arrows shooting through the sky. She shakes her head, deciding it's useless to try and stop the others from killing the creature, so helping them do it being the best way forward. She lifts her hand, palm up, saying the incantation in a semi bored tone. Kaaos. Immediately a mass of chaotic energy appears above her palm. She moves her hand around it and with a subtle push shoots it towards the beast. Casting Chaos Bolt as a first level spell. Using 3 for damage type: fire
1st 3/4 | 2nd 3/3 | 3rd 3/3 | 4th 3/3 | 5th 2/2 | 6th 1/1 | 7th 1/1 | 8th 1/1
57/57 HP | 10 AC | Inspiration 0 | SP 15 | Tides of Chaos 1
Wand of Wonder 7/7

Pyrrha stands serene as the council wraps up. She watches as the others are sent off by the court mage - watches the sigils of the circle glow faintly and the party fade from the castle. She gazes in envious wonder and takes in every detail of their armour, their weapons and their posture - that of confident and experienced adventurers each in their own right. It was exactly the sort of scene written about in countless tales and told across tapestries all across the kingdom. When finally they fully disappear from view, she pivots and shoots her father a piercing look across the room. Unfazed, he returns only a solemn shake of his head. He need not repeat himself from the many heated exchanges they had. Nothing she could say would convince him that she would be in no danger. Indeed, she would be in danger if she were to go. But that very danger is the adventure she had always craved. The silence stretches out long, filling the room between Pyrrha and her father. The court mages manning the circle squirm uncomfortably under the awkward hush. At last, the pair's gazes unlock as Pyrrha recoils under his commanding stare. Vexed, Pyrrha swivels and charges out of the chamber in a flurry of robes and red hair.

For hours, she sits cross-legged on the floor in her chambers, angrily gripping her staff in her hands. A servant silently wends her way around the room behind her, but lost in her thoughts, she is oblivious to her presence. The staff looks as though it might snap at any moment. Suddenly, whips up from the floor and strides over to the open door onto the gardens. She had always preferred a room that gave out onto nature. A faint breeze flows in. The garden is exceptionally well kept, with painfully neat hedgerows and meticulously manicured grass, where every blade seems to stand to attention. For a moment, Pyrrha stares defiantly out onto the fastidiously ordered scene. Slowly she takes soft steps across the grass towards the centre. There stands a magnificently large oak. Its bark is gnarled with age, and twists and cracks and knots pock its surface. And yet it seems to her to be more beautiful than any other single being in the garden. She reaches out to rest her palm on its surface. For a fleeting second, her hand rests calmly upon its rough surface. Then, as of seized by her rage, she digs her fingers into the proud tree, and drags them down its trunk, tearing from it splinters that cut her hands and fall to the grass. Magical greenish light begins to pour forth from the plant's new scars. She mutters a few words under her breath, and in the light an image begins to take shape - an image of Celeria. A thunderous creaking and heaving booms from the oak as a rift opens displaying the faraway city as if it was a door. With a mischievous grin and a smugly triumphant look, Pyrrha steps through. Behind her, a broom clatters to the floor in the now quiet garden, as the servant looks on incredulously as the rift twists and closes, leaving the tree no different from before.

On a hill overlooking Celeria, Pyrrha appears in a flash of green light, walking out of an alder as if it was rolling out a red carpet. She looks down at herself, wearing armour, holding her weapon like a warrior, and twinkling with the distinct light of magic. She swings her staff at the air a few times, then bursts into laughter. This was what it was like to be an adventurer. Abruptly, her eyes widen as she realises how far away the others must be by now. With a click of her fingers, her whole being seems to swirl and warp, then disappear in a puff of silvery smoke. A few seconds later, a swift nightingale shoots from the cloud and soars towards the sky, and on towards the south.

For over a day, Pyrrha flies south in the form of the nightingale. At first, she cannot hide her delight at feeling the wind on her face once more and at seeing the world from such a height. But by the night, she lands exhausted, and stops to rest against a tree in human form. After a sleep, however, she once again takes to the sky. The path is littered with signs of the champions' advance - hoofprints, footprints, abandoned camps too elaborate for simple merchants. At last, after another few hours in the air, she catches sight of some familiar faces, and another unfamiliar one.

A huge beast lumbers about an orchard as the champions circle it. Flashes of light pierce the air and explode off the creature's hulking form. She hadn't had any doubts that eventually she would see combat on this adventure, but she gazes in surprise at just how soon trouble rears its ugly head. Swallowing her fear, she soars higher into the air above the beast. If she was to use her magic to kill, she thought, she might as well start now. Reaching the apex of her flight, her avian form hangs still in the air before falling towards the ground. Tucking in her wings, she dives for the ground. She speeds past Ryestro on his broom, darting by only a few inches from his face. As she nears the ground, she spreads her wings and her form again begins to twist. In an explosion of silver smoke and feathers, she appears on the ground away from the beast. As the adrenaline kicks in, she whips her staff into the air above her, where a mote of brilliant light begins to dance.
"Hastam Luminae!" she bellows in a commanding tone more reminiscent of her father than herself. A great lance of white light thrusts forth from the tip of her staff and explodes in shimmering radiance off the beast's flank.

Kuz gets beside one of the limbs and start hacking at it wildly...

Aetoris breathes easily, slipping another arrow from the quiver hanging across his back, drawing the gut back and aiming for the beast's weak points.

Action to attack, magical piercing damage if it hits. Including sneak dice for Hulk being close.
98/98 HP | 18 AC
Wand of Magic Missiles: 7/7 | Wand of Magic Detection: 3/3 | Helm of Teleportation: 3/3
Arrows: 58/60

Pyrrha scowls in disappointment as the beam of light beats off the creatures side, missing its eyes. In the same motion however, she pulls her staff back and again lunges forth with her staff, releasing a cascade of glowing energy.

Fah'lin strafes the beast an unleashes another barrage of eldritch energy.

Tinwë fires off two more arrows, and as they sing through the air she moves impossibly fast next to the beast to land a heavy kick to its eye, and then in a flash dances back into the air.

Allowing herself to fall the 20 feet from her place in the tree, Rolana's ring of feather fall activates and she lands safely beside her horse. Mounting, she prepares to ride 60 feet closer to the action.

Ryestro keeps his hand extended, instead this time a sickly, green ray shoots out.

Oma shakes her head, sad that the creature has to suffer more. She flies closer, knowing not all her spells have such range, and seeing the creature's interest in Kuz she wants to be ready to change tactics if necessary. When closer she shoots another ball of chaos at the bulette.Casting Chaos Bolt as a first level spell. Using 2 for damage type: cold
1st 2/4 | 2nd 3/3 | 3rd 3/3 | 4th 3/3 | 5th 2/2 | 6th 1/1 | 7th 1/1 | 8th 1/1
57/57 HP | 10 AC | Inspiration 0 | SP 15 | Tides of Chaos 1
Wand of Wonder 7/7

Aetoris casts a quick glance up at Oma before looking back to the hulking monster. Aety, calm yourself. Breathe. Watch the armor. Look for a hole. Don't rush it, you get sloppy when you rush, elf. Just focus - and - launch - NOW! he thinks to himself, loosing another arrow.

Action to attack, magical piercing damage if it hits. Including sneak dice for Hulk being close. 79 total magical piercing damage.
98/98 HP | 18 AC
Wand of Magic Missiles: 7/7 | Wand of Magic Detection: 3/3 | Helm of Teleportation: 3/3
Arrows: 57/60

Anwin jumps slightly at the damage being done to the creature, she decides that it's time to do something
Pelor forgive me she whispers

Anwin calls forth a Spiritual Weapon in the form of a ball of light, it attempts to strike the beast at 2nd level

"Kuz tough to chew, big thing not eat Kuz today !!", Kuz continues to hack at his legs recklessly.

Rolana continues to ride toward the action, stopping 20 feet from the creature and triggering the readied action of throwing the Rope of Entanglement. Bulette needs to succeed on a DEX save of DC 15 or become restrained.

Seeing the creature grow weak, Tinwë feels sorrowful as she fires a few more arrows at it. If we had time for a more peaceful solution, to learn more about you and how you came to be here... but there is no time to waste. People are dying! Best to put you down quickly.

Releasing another volley of magic Fah'lin calls out, "Champion, how are you faring? Is the beast more than you can handle?" There is clear mirth in her tone. So far, this battle is going well. If the situation doesn't change it should be over in a few more moments.

Ryestro distants himself again from the bulette as he arcs over it, unleashing a barrage of energy.

Answering to Fah'lin, "When young, Kuz had dog that bite harder!! Kuz have fun now !!"

Pyrrha allows herself a restrained chuckle as she hears Fah'lin clamoring for her champion like a sick damsel. Where she not a league above her in the sky and occupied with a giant ravenous monstrosity, Pyrrha would poke fun at her for the fact. However, as it stands, she finds herself somewhat distracted by the beast, and fires off another brilliant beam toward its head.

Oma Salie flies even closer to the creature, now about 100ft away. She thinks about a way to get the creature off the ground, but changes her mind when she hears Kuz's exclamation of fun. Instead she shoots three eldritch blasts at the creature.

Casting Eldritch Blast as a cantrip.
1st 2/4 | 2nd 3/3 | 3rd 3/3 | 4th 3/3 | 5th 2/2 | 6th 1/1 | 7th 1/1 | 8th 1/1
57/57 HP | 10 AC | Inspiration 0 | SP 15 | Tides of Chaos 1
Wand of Wonder 7/7

Oma Salie steers her broom down towards what's left of the orchard. Confident the others will take care of disposing of the beast if they see fit she hums softly while picking some nice red apples.

Having fought big creatures many time, remembers having saved somebody that had been swallowed whole by a dragon. "Sometimes, big creatures swallow no chew. Maybe somebody still live inside?"

Interesting thought Hulk. By the way, excellent beating on this thing. I'm concerned why it decided to rise up here. Anyone have any idea where these bastards live normally? Any chance this is connected to the issues at Southwatch? Aetoris says, face scrunching slightly. With a cautious glance he looks around the grove.

We shouldn't tarry too long now that the beast is dealt with. Perhaps a quick stop in the town proper to let them know the issue is over. They would likely need to find a way to properly dispose of the carcass in some fashion. I'm sure a hunter could make proper use of nearly everything on this creature. That hide is far from delicate.

Rolana dismounts and retrieves her rope, looping it up and returning it to her bag. She grips the reins loosely and absently strokes her horse's neck (a mare named Feyborn that Rolana often chooses for her mount) as she walks around the orchard looking for some sign of where the bulette had come from.

The person who told us about the beast's attack said that it came from underground, but so far, I haven't seen any sign of its passage. I'd like to write this off as some kind of coincidental encounter, but if it was summoned here magically...

Upon seeing the demise of the creature anwin quickly flies down beside it she places a hand on it and mutters a prayer in celestial hwe Pelor im counflo al unm sealol su sceck

After the prayer she looks at the creature to see if there is anything that she can perceive as to why it was driven into the town

Just as Pyrrha begins to wonder how much of a beating the beast is willing to take, a glint flashes through the air and strikes it squarely. A plume of blood blossoms from the impact, and the beast sinks low and lies still. Despite the gore, the kill is artful.

Still hooded and apparently unrecogonised in the commotion, she stands still and watches as the many others converge around the corpse. She gives particular note to the elven marksman as he passes her from behind. She tarries briefly behind the group as they discuss over the beast's body, then approaches slowly to the fringe of the discussion.

In a quiet moment she interjects gleefully, ever with a flair for the theatrical,
"I commend you on the beginning of a job well done, champions!" With their attention, she throws back her hood and plants her fists on her hips.

"It's about time, Pyrrha!" Tinwë snickers. "I thought you were going explode with envy if Uncle didn't let you leave. I'm glad you made him see reason." She pauses, peering more intensely at her cousin, then lets loose a colorful curse. "You didn't." She gives an exasperated sigh.

Startled by her discovery Oma spits out the piece of apple in her mouth. She looks at the worm crawling out of the remainder of apple. Oh dear, I'm sorry! Did I eat your house?! How rude of me! She reaches down towards the ground, flying mere inches above it, and puts the apple in the grass. She looks around at the trees but decides against trying another one or picking some for an apple pie, not wanting to destroy more houses.
Instead she moves over to Pyrrha, smiling her most grandmotherly smile. I'm glad you decided to join us, and such great timing Pyrrha! She leans forward, winking. And even though your father is the king, breaking his rules is healthy from time to time. You're not made of glass after all!

For now Kuz finds it more important to see if somebody can be saved than investigating an old scar on the head of the bulette. He goes to the underbelly and starts cutting it open to get to the stomach.

Landing near Hulk, Fah'lin is about to speak when he starts to open the beasts stomach. Quickly she uses her boots to move away from the champion before she gets splashed with gore. Still within range of the smell though she puts a handkerchief to her nose before speaking. "The question remains, what drove the creature to appear here and now. I know little of this beast. Should it be so large? It seems like I would have heard of such a thing if it was common."

Walking around the corpse and gore, Fah'lin touches her first two fingers to each side of her head and utters an quick incantation. "Kair jistrah." Her eyes light up with a soft blue light as her spell takes effect.

Kuz is a little disappointed not finding anyone alive,"Kuz sorry, we not fast enough. Nothing live inside..."

Ryestro begins to speed off, above on his broom, as he does the raven appears in front of everyone "Leave the mourning to the villagers—they are safe to do so now—and unless you wish to heighten the number of casualties, we don't have time to investigate this creature. The questions we seek won't be revealed by it's corpse."

"Unless there is a source of magic power within the beast. It might have swallowed an amulet granting a growth spell. Or some traces of transmutation magic that might lead to more knowledge of our enemies. It should just take a few moments to confirm." She retorts without looking back.

A little bit of time spent studying an animal that doesn't belong and brought here not on its own accord is valuable information that can be used to garner insight on who or what we are facing, this should not be dismissed so fool heartedly.
Anwin takes a couple of notes regarding the injury on its head, then she quickly jumps onto her broom and leaves the area but not before one last retort
see not that much time at all,
Which she then sticks her tongue out at the raven

Tinwë smirks to herself at Ryestro's comments. Sure, now he wants to move quickly rather than gather information. I wonder if he even cares about the lives we are supposed to be protecting... The thought lingers oddly in her mind as suspicions and doubts spread their vile wings, but she shoves them away. There is too much to consider at the moment, what with the dead beast and its mysterious wound.

She looks around at the others and decides to trust the conclusions they reach about the creature. Animals, though charming, had never been her forte.

Glancing up at Ryestro's dark form as the masked man flies off, Tinwë clicks her heels together and follows.

Returning from her search for the creature's exit point from underground, Rolana communicates the location of the hole to those party members who remain (although some seem to have started flying away already in advance of sharing the results of investigations and regrouping with a revised plan).

Wrinkling her nose at the profound stench of the opened carcass, she notes Fah'lin's spellcasting and asks her, What's wrong, Fah'lin? You look as though something unexpected has occurred.

"There is something here, in the creature, that is somehow canceling my magic. It's not just a blank area, using magic to hide...but an active force that is ending the spell when my power touches it. They've embedded it in the creature." she points at the scar. "Someone please open that spot."

"But carefully! And with a mundane tool please. We can't know what might happen if an enchanted blade made contact with...well...whatever is in there." She adds quickly to avoid any catastrophe.

Drawing her mundane dagger, Rolana crouches beside the head of the bulette and carefully makes an incision where Fah'lin has indicated.

Fah'lin leans in to inspect the crystal, attempting to cast detect magic and examine it. If the spell ceases to function again she will adjust her tactic and examine Rolana while she holds the crystal to see if holding it is enough to be affected by it.

Whatever this is, I'm guessing it's what they are using to block all the magic in Southwatch.

Anwin swerves closer to the raven rude.... Rude?? Excuse me.... I'm rude...... Hmph!! Let me tell you about rude.....offensively impolite or ill-mannered, and that is exactly what you are. Hmph

Anwin slowly angles away and is completely oblivious to the discovery back at the bulette

I wonder... Shifting the heavy crystal to her left hand, Rolana draws the empty-looking hilt of her sunblade, to test whether the magic-suppressing properties will prevent the blade of sunlight from materializing.

Well, taking the crystal with us is going to be a problem. Rolana looks at Fah'lin. I hate leaving it behind - it's a pretty dangerous object in the wrong hands. I suppose I could keep it on my horse and only use my own magical items when I dismount. If everyone keeps a three-foot distance from my horse, the rest of the party should be unaffected.

What would happen if we were to place it in a bag of holding? Likewise, would the mages at our target want to inspect it?

Bags of holding are magical items. I doubt that the pocket dimension is accessible when the bag is within three feet of the antimagic field.

To test this theory, Rolana reaches into her own bag of holding, intending to extract the hunting trap stored within.

"If you want, I can carry. I still very dangerous even with no magic."

That's probably a better idea, Champion, especially if this bag of holding theory of mine proves true.

"That probably is the best course Kuz. If we decide to keep it with us, it may be a boon. I have two more things I'd like to test before we continue. First, Rolana, place the crystal on the ground and back away." Once she has done so, "Now make sure your magic still works, if you please." After that is done, Fah'lin steps forward and picks up the crystal. Turning away from the group she attempts to cast Prestidigitation to create a spark and small cloud of smoke.

While the rest of the group investigates the carcass and crystal, Tinwë follows Ryestro. Fighting a dumb beast is one thing, but how can I go into true battle alongside this man? I must know more about him. She whistles a nonchalant tune, once again working in her spell of mind-reading.