(Critical Success!)
Eovin, guided on the wings of fate and on her own wings of course, flew through stairwell after stairwell, chamber after chamber. She kept to the shadows and rafters above. The more she looked around the more deeply hidden memories began to burble up. The pixie remembered being here before, a long time ago, when she was a child. It was all eerily familiar. Except now, everything was broken. Destroyed. Burned.
(Take a look at the map, players. You started at the bottom, so you've explored the cellar and dungeon. Gotta go up to the TOP to get to Fib'Karna. Those trees on the ground level are large and wind through the floor all the way up to the ATRIUM on the top floor. Hence they can be climbed or traversed to get from floor to floor. There are also windows on each floor, many already shattered and broken. You could easily fly or climb between floors that way as well.)
Eovin was certain she could sense more shadowy, chaos-creatures lurking about, but she moved quickly through, just to get a good sense of the entire place, in order to report back. She could tell there were a few slithering among the trees, more behind as-of-yet-unopened doors.
Oovin and Page stayed tucked away in the lower recesses of the dungeon.
Alan, Selythin, and Zenythin lingered near the stairs leading up to the ground floor until the stealthy pixie returned and gave her report.
(Eovin give me a Perception Check for a few more details. Everyone, lemme know if you've questions about the map. It's a little funky.
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