[Adventure] A Call for Lovers (DM: jbear Judge:Lord Sessadore)

[Son of Meepo]

Wat stared at the roses for a moment. He tried to think if the colors were significant. The gears in his head turned as he tried to search his meager knowledge to the fey, their magic, or their history.

Nature, Arcana, History (1d20+5=21, 1d20+8=15, 1d20+3=14)

Once he's thought about it some he stoops over and carefully plucks a red one to offer it to Sabynha.

OOC: For someone not trained in Nature, I always seem to roll well.

 

[Nemesis Destiny]

"Oh, Wat... how thoughtful!" Sabynha smiled, as she affixed it to her blouse. "I will take it as a pleasant reminder of what may have been our last night."

She glanced over to where the tent had been set up, then back to meet his gaze, "Live or die, I'm glad I spent it with you."

Then she leaned over and kissed him before also turning her mind to the maze at hand.

[sblock=knowledge checks]Arcana, History, Nature: 1d20+6=15, 1d20+5=15, 1d20+6=7[/sblock]

 

[jbear]

Wat and Sabynha discern that the red and white roses here give off a heavy scent. The yellow roses just smell sweet. Thinking the heavy smell of the other two roses a sign they almost overrule Rain's incination for the path of the white roses. But then perhaps the wind stirs, or perhaps in the exchange of the pungent red rose Wat realises he has mistaken the intense red rose scent for that of the white roses. The overwhelming floral perfume of the red roses all but hides the fact that the white roses give of no discernible scent. Not know exactly what to make of this they listen to the tiefling and head down the path of the white roses.

Following the hedge wall around, the eastern path stays near the perimeter of the maze. The white roses along the way are pleasant to look at but have no scent. As the group progress this is actually a blessing and they suffer no adverse effects from the white roses. However travelling with the sickly perfume right under her nose Sabynha begins to feel slightly dizzy.

GM: Sorry to stamp all over your romanticism... @Nemesis Destiny Please have Sabynha make an endurance check DC 13

The path leads to a thick wall of dead, thorny branches that blocks further progress. Gaps in the branches show that the path continues on the other side. To the right is a ragged hole in the hedge wall, cutting through several corridors as if some monstrous beast carved a path through the hedges.

GM: You can all go ahead and make an Arcana check

 

[Son of Meepo]

As Sabynha appears to become unsteady on her feet, Wat moves to keep her from stumbling. Though he is paying attention to the lovely bard, the hairs on the back of his neck prickle with the sense of arcane energy. Still holding Sabynha by the shoulders, Wat studies the hole for a moment, checking for lingering magic while trying to discern what made such a gap through the thorns.

Arcana (1d20+8=23)

 

[jbear]

[sblock=Arcana DC 13] The dead branches give off a magical aura, while the hole in the hedges does not. [/sblock][sblock=Arcana (DC 21) The magic is hard to classify, perhaps because it affects the mind. Maybe the dead branches are less physical trouble than they seem. [/sblock]

 

[Son of Meepo]

"I think it's a trick. The hole is made to look inviting while the dead hedge less so. But I think the magic here is made to fool the mind. I suggest that we proceed through the thorns."

 

[Nemesis Destiny]

[sblock=Endurance]1d20+7=25[/sblock]
The scent of the rose was potent, and quite distracting, though she didn't want to take it off so as to offend Wat, especially after that display. She was more than happy to have him hold her up through the dizzy spell, however.

 

[Mewness]

[sblock=Sir Flibbertigibbet knows all about it]Arcana (untrained)
5(1d20) +1 = 6
... assuming "it" is what he had for breakfast this morning.[/sblock]

Sir Flibbertigibbet peers cluelessly at the hole. "Of course! A trick!" he declares in response to Wat's opinion. He flies boldly over to the thorns and pushes at them, although this doesn't seem likely to be very effective, given his size.

 

[Neil1889]

Rain listens to Wat's thoughts, somewhat unsure of herself.

"I do not know if you are correct Wat, but if that torn corridor is new, then it is reasonable to assume that we'd be better off avoiding whatever it was that ran through the hedges."


[sblock=Arcana check]Arcana check at the hole in the thorny hedge = 17[/sblock]

 

[jbear]

The wall appear to be anything but a trick to the wee pixie who pushes against the thorns and finds them to be most solid. Not only that, the hedge seems to respond to his contact, smaller, needle like thorns emerging to make the gaps in the wall smaller and more difficult to pass through, even for such a diminutive creature like Sir Flib.