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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Gospog" data-source="post: 126001" data-attributes="member: 2348">Update!Scene Three: Into the WoodsThe group walks into the thick woods surrounding the emerald manse.  An ominous hooting can be heard in the distance, and each traveler is glad that the walk promises to be short.Walking towards the reported home of the tree, they come upon three men making a small camp in the woods.  .  They all wear wooden masks that depict the faces of men with enormous Jowls.  Their robes are pale yellow, and their slippers curl at the toe, with small bells attached.  The cultists do not see the PCs at first, and are busy making a fire.Babetta and Wisk hide in some nearby bushes as Turlo hails the cultists of Yoreb.TURLO“Hello, my friends, I hope the day finds you in high spirits and commendable health.”The cultists are clearly startled by the arrival of the PCs.  They grab stout wooden staves and rise to face the group.“The blessings of Yoreb to you, travelers.  What brings you to this grove?”TURLO“We are messengers sent by Imandolo the Radiant.  Your presence in these woods draws the attention of many fell Deodands.  Imandolo wants you to leave.”From the bushes, the sound of both Babetta and Wisk slapping their foreheads in vexation can faintly be heard.The cultists weigh Turlo’s words, and reply.“We have never noticed our numbers to be thinning.  Truly, this may be due to the anonymity that our masked visages provide, but I remain resolute.  In these woods must we stay.  Such is the will of Yoreb the Jowled.”BORK“What are you devout worshippers doing out in the woods, may I enquire?”The defacto leader of the cultists continues to do all the talking.“Right now we are preparing our supper.  It will be dark soon, and we beseech you to move along and leave us to our nocturnal devotions.”Babetta, losing her patience, creeps from her hiding spot and heads back towards the emerald manse of Imandolo.  Wisk also seems most vexed, and creeps towards where the tree of Yoreb is reputed to be.BORK (To Babetta)“Where are you bound?  And why in such secrecy?”The cultists look strangely at Bork, for Babetta is possessed of an uncanny stealth, and they are not aware of her presence.“Traveler, you are seen conversing with your knee.  You may in fact be addled of mind and we ask that you take your leave before your insanity intrudes upon our devotions.”BORK“No, wait, there is another…”The cultists interrupt him.“Yes, you are possessed of two knees, like we are.  Does this second knee also speak to you?”Meanwhile, Wisk has reached the tree that resembles Yoreb the Jowled.  Two robed cultists are applying scented oils to the tree, and chanting softly.  Upon Wists’ arrival, they stop what they are doing and grab stout wooden staves, facing him.“Greetings, traveler.  What brings you to this tree that is most holy in the eyes of Yoreb the Jowled?”WIST“My desire is nothing more than to approach the tree in reverence.”CULTISTS“Such cannot be permitted.  Take no step closer, lest we are forced to defend this consecrated ground.”WIST“Ah, but you do not recognize me, I am none other than the High Priest of Yoreb the Jowled!  Now, stand aside, as I perform our lord’s bidding!”Meanwhile, Babetta has reached the emerald manse of Imandolo.  The door is closed and locked, and she hears a strange grunting and creaking of wood from behind the tower.Exercising patience, she soon sees Lob pushing the carriage around to the front of the tower.BABETTA“Lob, I would have words with your master.  Fetch him at once.”LOB“My lady, such is not an option for me.  My master is at work in his lab.  Were I were to disturb him, I would once again occupy a vat in the same location, to my ultimate dismay.”BABETTA“Hmm,, stymied.  Well, then, perform this small task, at least:  bring a message to your master for me.”LOB“Such a task is well within the spectrum of my duties.  Speak.”BABETTA“I would like to speak to Imandolo at his earliest convenience, in private, about a matter of some urgency.”Lob’s eyes roll back in his head.  He scratches furiously at one of his bald spots.LOB“You have a secret and must speak urgently of my masters’ privates.  I shall tell him, my lady.”Lob scurries off to the rear of the tower.  Babetta once again strikes her forehead in vexation and stomps off towards the woods.</blockquote>

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