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<blockquote data-quote="Pacio49" data-source="post: 2223025" data-attributes="member: 28472"><p><strong>Lillends' Quest III</strong></p><p></p><p>Valar questioned George for a bit and found out that the most likely candidate to have stolen the wand would have been Bluebonnet, a sylvan faerie with a penchant for mischief who had been 'jockeying for position among the country squires' lately. George shrugged off the explanation of what that meant for the fae, but described a little dell where the rapscallion was known to cavort. And off the party went.</p><p></p><p>It wasn't long before they found the area, and at the party's general challenge Bluebonnet appeared. Apparently he had, indeed, stolen the Wand of Awakening from Martha, but he wasn't going to give it back. "Fairy taken, fairly mine." Arien restrained Marcus from smiting the whole little gang of fae with fireballs, and instead asked Bluebonnet if there were something they could *do* to get the wand from him. Purchase it, perhaps?</p><p></p><p>Bluebonnet and his gang sergeants gathered together and whispered a bit, but came back and told the group that yes, there was indeed something they could do for them, something which would even up the score. As the diminutive fae spoke, the party sighed and groaned a bit, as it seemed the wee fellow and his gang had a quest for the group. (Of course.)</p><p></p><p>"You wish for the Wand, you will need to undertake our fairy quest. Before the sun rises for a new day, you must bring to me three things. Bread baked from the hands of a virgin female, a fair-fallen thread, and a whisker plucked from the jowl of a cat. Bring me these things before the sun rises and I will happily return your wand to you. Agreed?"</p><p></p><p>The party mulled it over, and amid general scoffing at the simplicity of the quest, they finally agreed, only asking for clarification as to what a 'fair-fallen' thread was. The thread had to have worn free of a garment naturally and fallen of its own accord. By far the most problematic of the requirements, since Arien professed her virginity and was more than willing to bake bread for the quest, and Marcus was fairly certain he could use his Monster Summoning spell to bring forth a dire cat of some kind. Valar was more concerned with the thread. Bluebonnet told the group that if they agreed to the quest, the fairies would aid them as much as they could, knowing of a cottage where an old weaver and his virgin daughter happened to be living, along with their three cats. The group decided that this was cakewalk, and heartily agreed to the quest.</p><p></p><p>Bluebonnet and his gang were overjoyed and told the party that they needed to join in their dance in order to seal the solemnity of the mighty quest which they were going to undertake. The group rolled their eyes, but acquiesced and joined a simple little ring-dance with the fae gang. . . and shrank to the size of a tulip bud, each and every one of them. All of their iron and steel had been magically transformed, so that their armor of metal was now some kind of hardened wood, and their blades had been transformed into folded blades of grass that held sharp edges, or thorns for piercing.</p><p></p><p>[<em>The party was, actually, ready to kill me at this point. The groans were quite rewarding, though I have to admit this little one-shot adventure is a favorite of mine to break up the pace a bit for any adventure</em>]</p><p></p><p>When Skalar complained, he was told that the group had accepted a fairy quest, and there were *rules* for this sort of thing, and being small was one of them. Not Bluebonnet's fault that the group hadn't asked if they could be large during the quest. Not something he was allowed to offer up freely, either. Rules were rules. They promised to put the group back to big size when they were done, once the quest was fulfilled.</p><p></p><p>Marcus cast Fly on a large leaf and the group got on board for a rather bizarre ride through the countryside. It was hard to tell from their new perspective, but it felt like they had somehow left the Tainted lands and gone to someplace else. When they asked, Bluebonnet shrugged and said that they were still in the Woods, though he had no frame of reference when it came to the lands 'around' the Woods. Woods were Woods, rules were rules, and a quest was a quest.</p><p></p><p>The group was brought to a cottage yard in time to see an older man get on a horse and kiss his pretty daughter good-bye on his way in to market. She waved him off then went back into the house, and came out while the group was approaching to set some pies on the top of the half-split door with the small counter piece. It was next to the cooling pies that the party decided to land and make their attempt.</p><p></p><p>The group decided to split up, something easy enough to do at their size yet still remaining in the same room. After some hunting, the group was able to find the fair-fallen thread, and Laeka decided that she would carry it. However, the thread was rather long, so to make it easier on herself, she wrapped it around her waist like a belt, taking three turns to make it so. [Meta:<em> The thread acted as a magic item for her in fae form, and the effect it had on Laeka was to effectively give her spells as though she were 3 levels higher, including caster level based effects, saving throws, and spells known per day. The extras were chosen by me, and the character simply felt oddly more powerful magically with the thread on.</em>]</p><p></p><p>Arien was easily able to get the bread, since that was the next thing out of the oven and put on the cooling counter. She tucked it away in her sack, and climbed down to join the rest of the group with the foray with the cats. By this time, one of the three housecats had spotted the tiny moving things and reacted the way that cats will... first watching, then pouncing. A second cat, drawn into the fray by the antics of the many mice-sized creatures who had the audacity to fight back soon complicated matters, but it was the third cat who sat upon the bed and waited for the best moment in which to pounce that *really* made the fight interesting.</p><p></p><p>The technicality which wrenched the 'simple' task was that the whisker had to be plucked out of the cat's jowls, not merely <em>cut</em> out of the cat. So it came down to the fact that in order to get the whisker, the party member in question would have to make a grapple attack (provoking normal attacks of opportunity) to get a hold of the whisker, and then a strength check DC 25 to pluck it out. The party had no trouble getting hold of the whiskers, but as fate seemed to be chuckling that day, no one could muster the 25 strength check in order to pluck them out.</p><p></p><p>The result of which was that there were three mousers batting about the party members who continued to run at their mouths, hop up to grab whiskers, and after a moment of futile tugging got batted off by the cat or shaken free and slammed against walls and furniture posts by the irate moggies... and then pounced upon by the odd cat out who had dislodged their attackers the round previous.</p><p></p><p>Finally, with the help of super-Laeka's <em>divine might</em> spell, the party managed to get a whisker. Marcus cast teeny-sized fireballs into the cats's tails and effectively scattered the kitties, allowing the group to make a run for the door, narrowly missing getting trampled by the weaver's daughter who had come to investigate what the ruckus was and then tripped on a running kitty and dropped the second loaf of bread on the ground, narrowly missing crushing Yovaire (heat damage AND crushing damage... not fun).</p><p></p><p>The party managed to clear the house and Marcus used up the last of his spells to make another leaf-flier, and the party rejoined Bluebonnet just as the evening was darkening... well ahead of schedule for the quest. </p><p></p><p>Back at the dell, Bluebonnet's gang gathered to light faerie bonfires and held a feast with nectar flowing in tiny blossom-cups all around. The group declined to join the feast or drink the nectar (smart move on both parts), but instead fulfilled their quest by handing over the bread, the thread, and the whisker. They watched as Bluebonnet took hold of the base of the whisker in one hand and drew it through his other hand, as though unsheathing a weapon. As the whisker passed through his second hand's grip, it became silvery and gleaming, and hardened until it appeared to be a shining sword, glowing with magical energy. </p><p></p><p>Bluebonnet took the thread and wrapped it thrice around his own waist, appearing to grow more powerful magically, and then finally ate the chunk of bread... and the whole faerie gang appeared to grow in size and stature, until they were 3 apples tall (Smurf sized, if you must know, but no blue). Bluebonnet himself stood head and shoulders above the rest of his gang, and the sword seemed to have grown as well. They thanked the party, gave them the Wand, and then blew some kind of dust over them that made everyone sneeze several times.</p><p></p><p>When the sneezing fit had passed, the group was back to normal size, standing in an empty field with no sign of the fae at all, holding the Wand of Awakening.</p><p></p><p>They hurried back to Martha and presented the wand back to her, at which point Martha agreed to accompany them back to the Lillends' home in the Caldera Gardens. With the ease that sometimes blesses the end of quests, the party encountered no trouble escorting the tiny shocker-lizard Martha to the Caldera Gardens, arriving tired but unharmed in the middle of the next day.</p><p></p><p>When Martha was present and explained what had happened and how the party had helped relieve the situation, and the party had given its tale of events, the Lillends announced that they would be happy to vouch for the essential goodness of the group. The party rested, and the next day Cordellia accompanied them on their long trek back to Karal's Tower.</p><p></p><p>Once there, Cordellia went to the upper levels and into the chamber where Laeka had uttered the fateful words 'Umi Sum', and summoned forth the visage of Karal by speaking his name and an arcane incantation. Once the image had appeared, she announced her vouch of Laeka's group as worthy and good, and the image proclaimed in a voice that rang throughout the Tower proper that (each of the party's names in order from Umi Sum to the last one in the group) were now officially Residents of the Tower.</p><p></p><p>At this time, Laeka and the group were told that if they wished to become Wardens of the Tower, owning it in full, they would need to retrieve a gem worth no less than 100,000gp in value, which Zartha the Queen of the Dryads would then show the party how to use in order to restore full power to the Tower. If the group decided to stay as Residents of the Tower, none would gainsay them, but if another group came within the Tower walls and fulfilled the requirements (vouch for Residency, then 100K gp gemstone for Wardenship) the Tower would become *theirs* instead.</p><p></p><p>But for now, at least, the party was safe, well rested, and finally had a place they could call Home.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Pacio49, post: 2223025, member: 28472"] [b]Lillends' Quest III[/b] Valar questioned George for a bit and found out that the most likely candidate to have stolen the wand would have been Bluebonnet, a sylvan faerie with a penchant for mischief who had been 'jockeying for position among the country squires' lately. George shrugged off the explanation of what that meant for the fae, but described a little dell where the rapscallion was known to cavort. And off the party went. It wasn't long before they found the area, and at the party's general challenge Bluebonnet appeared. Apparently he had, indeed, stolen the Wand of Awakening from Martha, but he wasn't going to give it back. "Fairy taken, fairly mine." Arien restrained Marcus from smiting the whole little gang of fae with fireballs, and instead asked Bluebonnet if there were something they could *do* to get the wand from him. Purchase it, perhaps? Bluebonnet and his gang sergeants gathered together and whispered a bit, but came back and told the group that yes, there was indeed something they could do for them, something which would even up the score. As the diminutive fae spoke, the party sighed and groaned a bit, as it seemed the wee fellow and his gang had a quest for the group. (Of course.) "You wish for the Wand, you will need to undertake our fairy quest. Before the sun rises for a new day, you must bring to me three things. Bread baked from the hands of a virgin female, a fair-fallen thread, and a whisker plucked from the jowl of a cat. Bring me these things before the sun rises and I will happily return your wand to you. Agreed?" The party mulled it over, and amid general scoffing at the simplicity of the quest, they finally agreed, only asking for clarification as to what a 'fair-fallen' thread was. The thread had to have worn free of a garment naturally and fallen of its own accord. By far the most problematic of the requirements, since Arien professed her virginity and was more than willing to bake bread for the quest, and Marcus was fairly certain he could use his Monster Summoning spell to bring forth a dire cat of some kind. Valar was more concerned with the thread. Bluebonnet told the group that if they agreed to the quest, the fairies would aid them as much as they could, knowing of a cottage where an old weaver and his virgin daughter happened to be living, along with their three cats. The group decided that this was cakewalk, and heartily agreed to the quest. Bluebonnet and his gang were overjoyed and told the party that they needed to join in their dance in order to seal the solemnity of the mighty quest which they were going to undertake. The group rolled their eyes, but acquiesced and joined a simple little ring-dance with the fae gang. . . and shrank to the size of a tulip bud, each and every one of them. All of their iron and steel had been magically transformed, so that their armor of metal was now some kind of hardened wood, and their blades had been transformed into folded blades of grass that held sharp edges, or thorns for piercing. [[i]The party was, actually, ready to kill me at this point. The groans were quite rewarding, though I have to admit this little one-shot adventure is a favorite of mine to break up the pace a bit for any adventure[/i]] When Skalar complained, he was told that the group had accepted a fairy quest, and there were *rules* for this sort of thing, and being small was one of them. Not Bluebonnet's fault that the group hadn't asked if they could be large during the quest. Not something he was allowed to offer up freely, either. Rules were rules. They promised to put the group back to big size when they were done, once the quest was fulfilled. Marcus cast Fly on a large leaf and the group got on board for a rather bizarre ride through the countryside. It was hard to tell from their new perspective, but it felt like they had somehow left the Tainted lands and gone to someplace else. When they asked, Bluebonnet shrugged and said that they were still in the Woods, though he had no frame of reference when it came to the lands 'around' the Woods. Woods were Woods, rules were rules, and a quest was a quest. The group was brought to a cottage yard in time to see an older man get on a horse and kiss his pretty daughter good-bye on his way in to market. She waved him off then went back into the house, and came out while the group was approaching to set some pies on the top of the half-split door with the small counter piece. It was next to the cooling pies that the party decided to land and make their attempt. The group decided to split up, something easy enough to do at their size yet still remaining in the same room. After some hunting, the group was able to find the fair-fallen thread, and Laeka decided that she would carry it. However, the thread was rather long, so to make it easier on herself, she wrapped it around her waist like a belt, taking three turns to make it so. [Meta:[i] The thread acted as a magic item for her in fae form, and the effect it had on Laeka was to effectively give her spells as though she were 3 levels higher, including caster level based effects, saving throws, and spells known per day. The extras were chosen by me, and the character simply felt oddly more powerful magically with the thread on.[/i]] Arien was easily able to get the bread, since that was the next thing out of the oven and put on the cooling counter. She tucked it away in her sack, and climbed down to join the rest of the group with the foray with the cats. By this time, one of the three housecats had spotted the tiny moving things and reacted the way that cats will... first watching, then pouncing. A second cat, drawn into the fray by the antics of the many mice-sized creatures who had the audacity to fight back soon complicated matters, but it was the third cat who sat upon the bed and waited for the best moment in which to pounce that *really* made the fight interesting. The technicality which wrenched the 'simple' task was that the whisker had to be plucked out of the cat's jowls, not merely [i]cut[/i] out of the cat. So it came down to the fact that in order to get the whisker, the party member in question would have to make a grapple attack (provoking normal attacks of opportunity) to get a hold of the whisker, and then a strength check DC 25 to pluck it out. The party had no trouble getting hold of the whiskers, but as fate seemed to be chuckling that day, no one could muster the 25 strength check in order to pluck them out. The result of which was that there were three mousers batting about the party members who continued to run at their mouths, hop up to grab whiskers, and after a moment of futile tugging got batted off by the cat or shaken free and slammed against walls and furniture posts by the irate moggies... and then pounced upon by the odd cat out who had dislodged their attackers the round previous. Finally, with the help of super-Laeka's [i]divine might[/i] spell, the party managed to get a whisker. Marcus cast teeny-sized fireballs into the cats's tails and effectively scattered the kitties, allowing the group to make a run for the door, narrowly missing getting trampled by the weaver's daughter who had come to investigate what the ruckus was and then tripped on a running kitty and dropped the second loaf of bread on the ground, narrowly missing crushing Yovaire (heat damage AND crushing damage... not fun). The party managed to clear the house and Marcus used up the last of his spells to make another leaf-flier, and the party rejoined Bluebonnet just as the evening was darkening... well ahead of schedule for the quest. Back at the dell, Bluebonnet's gang gathered to light faerie bonfires and held a feast with nectar flowing in tiny blossom-cups all around. The group declined to join the feast or drink the nectar (smart move on both parts), but instead fulfilled their quest by handing over the bread, the thread, and the whisker. They watched as Bluebonnet took hold of the base of the whisker in one hand and drew it through his other hand, as though unsheathing a weapon. As the whisker passed through his second hand's grip, it became silvery and gleaming, and hardened until it appeared to be a shining sword, glowing with magical energy. Bluebonnet took the thread and wrapped it thrice around his own waist, appearing to grow more powerful magically, and then finally ate the chunk of bread... and the whole faerie gang appeared to grow in size and stature, until they were 3 apples tall (Smurf sized, if you must know, but no blue). Bluebonnet himself stood head and shoulders above the rest of his gang, and the sword seemed to have grown as well. They thanked the party, gave them the Wand, and then blew some kind of dust over them that made everyone sneeze several times. When the sneezing fit had passed, the group was back to normal size, standing in an empty field with no sign of the fae at all, holding the Wand of Awakening. They hurried back to Martha and presented the wand back to her, at which point Martha agreed to accompany them back to the Lillends' home in the Caldera Gardens. With the ease that sometimes blesses the end of quests, the party encountered no trouble escorting the tiny shocker-lizard Martha to the Caldera Gardens, arriving tired but unharmed in the middle of the next day. When Martha was present and explained what had happened and how the party had helped relieve the situation, and the party had given its tale of events, the Lillends announced that they would be happy to vouch for the essential goodness of the group. The party rested, and the next day Cordellia accompanied them on their long trek back to Karal's Tower. Once there, Cordellia went to the upper levels and into the chamber where Laeka had uttered the fateful words 'Umi Sum', and summoned forth the visage of Karal by speaking his name and an arcane incantation. Once the image had appeared, she announced her vouch of Laeka's group as worthy and good, and the image proclaimed in a voice that rang throughout the Tower proper that (each of the party's names in order from Umi Sum to the last one in the group) were now officially Residents of the Tower. At this time, Laeka and the group were told that if they wished to become Wardens of the Tower, owning it in full, they would need to retrieve a gem worth no less than 100,000gp in value, which Zartha the Queen of the Dryads would then show the party how to use in order to restore full power to the Tower. If the group decided to stay as Residents of the Tower, none would gainsay them, but if another group came within the Tower walls and fulfilled the requirements (vouch for Residency, then 100K gp gemstone for Wardenship) the Tower would become *theirs* instead. But for now, at least, the party was safe, well rested, and finally had a place they could call Home. [/QUOTE]
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