Dark Fairytale IC

[Azurewraith]

OOC: Well given that I like the idea it may show up later

"They looked like masks, feature less masks"

 

[Azurewraith]

As you spend some time catching your breath and seeing to your wounds the door bursts open as the satyr runs, his body is covered in lots of tiny cuts, he pants as he rests upon the door posts "Quick.....lings..... coming th....is way s..s..he knows!" at this point he staggers into the room and slumps against a wall. The female elves in the room gasp at his entrance and look to the group as if trying to figure out if things are ok or not.

 

[River Song]

Kalveen pinches the crest of his nose between two fingers, "Well, this just got interesting."

 

[Neurotic]

"What are quicklings?" asks the sorcerer trying to remember his learning at The Academy.

[roll0]

OOC: no modifier because I don't know what would be relevant
EDIT: and with this roll, it's not important

 

[Azurewraith]

OOC: It will be Int for future reference, all that roll will get you is fey.

 

[VLAD the Destroyer]

OOC: Spending a Hit Die to heal up after the short rest. [roll0]. I will get a a real post during lunch.

 

[VLAD the Destroyer]

Kaleth unfurls from a meditative position. The strain and fatigue from the encounter with the trees seems to have left his body. He opens his eyes and looks at the Satyr.

Quicklings you say. How many and from what direction?

Kaleth speaks directly to the creatures mind probing it for any falsehoods.

OOC: Setting my Psionic Focus to Psychic Inquisition so I know if he is lying. Also going to do a Arcana and Nature Check to see if I know what a Quickling might be. [roll0] [roll1]

 

[Azurewraith]

The satyr is not lying when speaks "I don't know could be 5 could be 500 to fast to count to the north, but they could be anywhere"

You know that quicklings are quick, small and mean, making them hard to hit.

 

[Charwoman Gene]

"Fast or slow, we shall stand against her minions!" Colember says with a steely gaze in his eye.

 

[Neurotic]

"Quickly, close the door partially, like half-open and then some more toward closing to leave narrow passage. And prepare the bag those that deflect of the door."

Leonan quickly casts something and moves behind the door setting his boot against the door so that anything that collides with them needs to push him first. From the inside, nothing changes. But the sorcerer frowns in concentration.

"Don't peek outside through the door and don't move into the doorway. I've cast an illusion of the open door. If anything runs through it will hit the door and rebound toward that side. Catch or kill whatever it is. Elves, tie the satyr, bind his wounds and go behind the counter. Oh, blindfold him too, just in case. Move!"

OOC: Minor Illusion, re-cast at the door so they appear more open then they really are. Leonan will maintain it for few minutes.