The Faerie Woods [Knight Otu Judging]
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Manzanita
First Post
Percy
Percy, still trying to be polite by listening quietly, involuntarily breaks into a big yawn.
OOC: Save vs. sleep 10 + 1 + 4 =15
"Oh, how rude" she thinks. "I mustn't do that again..." as she slumps forward onto Gorefoot.
OOC2: whoops, screwed up my link. Oh well, I don't suppose anyone will complain...
Percy, still trying to be polite by listening quietly, involuntarily breaks into a big yawn.
OOC: Save vs. sleep 10 + 1 + 4 =15
"Oh, how rude" she thinks. "I mustn't do that again..." as she slumps forward onto Gorefoot.
OOC2: whoops, screwed up my link. Oh well, I don't suppose anyone will complain...
Patlin
Explorer
To facilitate moving things along, I will edit this post in a few minutes to include saving throw results for anyone who hasn't updated it yet. I'm doing it this way to ty and avoid simultaneous posts. 
Edit: Ishmael 8+4=12, Gorefoot 5+0=5.
As the pleasant melody washes over the party, everyone sinks into a very deep sleep.
Gorefoot:[sblock]You begin to wake from a sound sleep when you suddenly become aware that you are being pulled ever so gently along the forest floor. Before you are fully awake, you instinctively try to pull yourself loose from those dragging you. The five tiny fey drop you as you swing wildly to get loose. Flying off, they shout incomprehensible imprecations back at you as they disapear into the woods. Crazilly, you get the strong impression that they think you have done something rude. Only once you are fully awake do you realize that all of your equipment is gone and you are dressed in a delicate gown of leaves, apparently held together by some sort of magic.[/sblock]
Persephone:[sblock]You slowly wake up in a beautifully decorated bedroom. It seems to be filled with sunlight, and is very pleasant. As the room has no windows, you assume the lighting is magical. You are wearing a beautiful gown of leaves, an interesting dress which seems held together entirely by magic. None of your equipment seems to be with you. The magic filling this area is awesome in power, and seems to be primarilly abjuration in nature. You believe you are inside a containment field of some kind, one of such power that it ought to be able to hold anything short of a god. After a brief moment of worry, you further deduce it is tuned to a specific creature, and not to you.[/sblock]
Everyone else:[sblock]You awake slowly in the forest, having had a pleasant and restfull sleep. Persephone and Gorefoot are missing, though where they had been you find a neatly stacked pile of all their equipment. You hear someone cry out from nearby... it sounds like Gorefoot![/sblock]
ooc: At least for a short while, we will need a Persephone alone thread. I'll post one shortly.
Edit: Ishmael 8+4=12, Gorefoot 5+0=5.
As the pleasant melody washes over the party, everyone sinks into a very deep sleep.
Gorefoot:[sblock]You begin to wake from a sound sleep when you suddenly become aware that you are being pulled ever so gently along the forest floor. Before you are fully awake, you instinctively try to pull yourself loose from those dragging you. The five tiny fey drop you as you swing wildly to get loose. Flying off, they shout incomprehensible imprecations back at you as they disapear into the woods. Crazilly, you get the strong impression that they think you have done something rude. Only once you are fully awake do you realize that all of your equipment is gone and you are dressed in a delicate gown of leaves, apparently held together by some sort of magic.[/sblock]
Persephone:[sblock]You slowly wake up in a beautifully decorated bedroom. It seems to be filled with sunlight, and is very pleasant. As the room has no windows, you assume the lighting is magical. You are wearing a beautiful gown of leaves, an interesting dress which seems held together entirely by magic. None of your equipment seems to be with you. The magic filling this area is awesome in power, and seems to be primarilly abjuration in nature. You believe you are inside a containment field of some kind, one of such power that it ought to be able to hold anything short of a god. After a brief moment of worry, you further deduce it is tuned to a specific creature, and not to you.[/sblock]
Everyone else:[sblock]You awake slowly in the forest, having had a pleasant and restfull sleep. Persephone and Gorefoot are missing, though where they had been you find a neatly stacked pile of all their equipment. You hear someone cry out from nearby... it sounds like Gorefoot![/sblock]
ooc: At least for a short while, we will need a Persephone alone thread. I'll post one shortly.
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SlagMortar
First Post
Nars shakes his head trying to dislodge the cobwebs. Wha-what happened? Quickly filing through his memory he recalls the singing and the fey. "Witchery" he mumbles into his beard. He stands, hearing a cry, and moves stealthily to investigate while drawing his shortsword and sickle, alert for any other noises in the forest.
OOC:
Move Silently +6, Hide +6, Listen +5, Spot +5
OOC:
Move Silently +6, Hide +6, Listen +5, Spot +5
Dalamar
Adventurer
Rodimus startles to a sitting position as he wakes. Noting his surroundings and realising his lapse of alerness, he drives his fist to the ground. Hearing the cry of what he suspects to be the gnome with attitude, he starts jogging in that direction, hoping to get a chance to pound some retribution into some annoying flitterers.
SlagMortar
First Post
"D-don't know. Hoped she was with you. We were bewitched! We better, ah, find 'er. She could be in t-trouble." Seeing Gorefoot is ok, Nars will begin to search the area for any clues that might have been left by Persephone. He also tries to get his bearings.
OOC: Search +7
Are we still on the path? How much time has passed since we passed out?
OOC: Search +7
Are we still on the path? How much time has passed since we passed out?
Patlin
Explorer
Other than Gorefoot and Persephone, the party awoke where they fell. Nars sees some indication that another person was partially carried, partially dragged in the same direction Gorefoot was being taken.
You're not sure how much time has passed, but you feel as if you had a very nice, comfortable night's sleep. Sunlight filters through the forest canopy overhead.
ooc: Nars finds his last point of damage to be healed.
You're not sure how much time has passed, but you feel as if you had a very nice, comfortable night's sleep. Sunlight filters through the forest canopy overhead.
ooc: Nars finds his last point of damage to be healed.
IcyCool
First Post
SlagMortar said:
Gorefoots eyes narrow as he remembers his promise to keep Persephone safe. "I'll need a weapon. I had a cold iron dagger with my stuff, but anything will do." If no one offers something, Gorefoot begins looking around for either his belongings or a sufficiently heavy stick.
Once he aquires a weapon, he'll start towards the direction he was being drug, only to stop short and look back at everybody. "I didn't get a chance to say this to you earlier, but I'm sorry I started that fight back there." For a moment it looks as if Gorefoot is fighting the urge to run screaming into the forest after his perceived enemies. Then he stops and says to Ishmael, "Besides Lady Fant and Persephone, you seem like the best leader. What do we do now?"
