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Message: <blockquote data-quote="MichaelK" data-source="post: 4873896" data-attributes="member: 60635">Pranks Become Serious (continued)Sorry about the delay in updating, I've had trouble logging into ENworld lately. Gwella and Andoran were pleased to hear that their fruit had not been stolen away, but found it had to understand exactly what had happened. If it had not been for the trust they had for Sienna and the mage Gauwyn's diagnosis they wouldn't have believed this insane tale of illusions and invisible fruit. Sienna realized that with all the orchards in town cloaked by these illusions, it could only be a matter of time before the people of Rochester started to panic. She needed to find a way to let everyone know what was going on. Hefting her pack of herbal medicines onto her back she set off looking for the priest of Yondalla. When she found the priest she brought him to Gwella and Andoran's orchard. She stood there gathering her force of will  and stared at the branches, forcing herself to consider the possibility that what she was seeing was false. After a few moments the vision in front of her warped and twisted, as gaps opened up and the fruit became visible she reached out and plucked one of the apples from the branches. The priest gasped as he saw an apple plucked from thin air. Yet as Sienna explained the illusion that covered the trees he found his own senses beginning to pierce the veil of magic over the orchard. When he saw the apples himself he praised Yondalla's grace and pledged to assure the town that the Provider Goddess had not forsaken them. Arelon made his way up the rough hewn path, past the grassy hills where the shepherds brought their flock all the way up to the edge of the woods. Few people ever entered these woods or went further than the outer edge. There was not even anything so formal as a superstition, just a bad feeling that nothing good would come from visiting those woods or even talking about them.Right on the edge of the woods stood a small lonely house, sagging in upon itself and looking half ready to collapse. He approached and knocked gently upon the door. From inside a shrill voice cried,"Who is it calling upon Heshe?" then as he gave his name her voice shifted into a more typical softly spoken voice and she opened the door, "Oh hello deary, you're Gauwyn's apprentice aren't you? Come on in and let me have a look at you."He walked into the relative darkness of the room, a small window let in a thin shaft of sunlight and in the hearth a small fired blazed beneath an old iron kettle. All around him eyes gleamed in the dark and only the purring gave away that they were just cats. The house was overrun by cats of every shape and size. Heshe shuffled her way over to the fireplace and moved a large black cat off of one of the chairs, "Won't you sit down deary, have a cup of tea and let me know what's brought you to call on old Heshe."Arelon relaxed into the chair with the offered cup of tea and began to tell her about the strange events of the day. Finally he concluded with,"What do you know about the fey in this area?""Oh, I don't know much about the fey I'm afraid. 1 But there are no fey around here, haven't been for at least a century." She said and Arelon sighed as it seemed no one knew much about this. "Why aren't there any fey here?" He asked."Well, I'm not sure really. It was well before my time. If you want answers you'll have to ask someone much older than old Heshe. Maybe Lehrune the Elf knows something of these things. You could go visit him in town."With apologies for leaving so abruptly, Arelon bid his goodbyes and made his way back towards the town, hoping to catch Lehrune at home. On the way he found Sienna, explained the situation and together they went to the Elf's home.1. Once again the curse of the bad roll on the knowledge nature rears its ugly head. </blockquote>

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