The Faerie Woods [Knight Otu Judging]

[Patlin]

Ishmaels comments are met with a string of liquid syllables with little in common with the language he used to adress the creature. (ooc: Does anyone speak fey?)

 

[Manzanita]

Percy

Percy smiles her innocent princess smile at the beautiful little creatures. Her smile fades somewhat at their mischievious grins. This could be tricky she thinks, but lets Ismael do the talking for now.

 

[nimisgod]

oog: Ishmael doesn't speak a word of fey, unless it shares common ancestry with Halfling.


"I am sorry, I cannot understand what you say" befuddlement and mild frustration crosses Ishmael's features. "Know you the Common tongue?"

 

[Dalamar]

Rodimus tries greeting the fae in the gruff orc tongue.

 

[Patlin]

Preening at being the focus of attention, the little fey fly up into the air about you and begin to sing to you. If they understand Orcish, they give no sign.

 

[Manzanita]

Persephone

Percy keeps a smile on her face and listens to the music. "Relax and try to enjoy yourself, Gorefoot."

 

[Dalamar]

Rodimus hrmphs and watches the fey from under his brows.

 

[SlagMortar]

Nars can not help but be uncomfortable. He mutters under his breath, "Too bad Morulas could not ac- come with us." Rilithorne's warning rings in his head, "There are some dangerous creatures in those woods, apparently. Most simply stay clear, but rumor has it those wandering in face spells of befudlement and glamour. While the wood is quite small, it doesn't seem that way when you are travelling in it. He thinks, Why oh why couldn't the necklace be behind a nice set of puzzle traps?

 

[Patlin]

"Relax and try to enjoy yourself, Gorefoot."

The music is indeed very relaxing. Involuntarilly, your eyes begin to close.

ooc: DC 17 will saves everyone.

 

[SlagMortar]

Rilithorne's warning is slowly washed away from Nars mind. His head begins to nod as the music pulls consciousness away. His last thoughts are welcoming the soothing away of his saddle soreness. His head drops to his chest and he begins snoring gently through his wispy beard.

OOC:
Will save vs sleep (1d20+2=8)