The Faerie Woods [Knight Otu Judging]

Gorefoot sees the various piles of sticks and looks around with a scowl, "This magic is making me angry." He leans up against the nearest tree and tries to think of something to help.
 

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DC 15 Spot: [sblock]In the distance, you see a flash of movement. What might be some sort of humanoid tree seems to be watching you, attempting to remain out of view.[/sblock]
 


Gorefoot catches the movement out of the corner of his eye and his head snaps up. He scans the area more carefully before tapping Ishmael on the shoulder and whispering, "Did you see that?"
 

Wind rushes out of Nars lungs in a huge sigh. He squints his eyes. Then closes and rubs them for a minute. "Seeing what I, er, thought. Any, ah, idea-?" He cuts off as movement catches his eye. "Trees moving," he mutters under his breath. "I see it, Gorefoot." Nars begins moving stealthily towards it. It may already see him, but hopefully it's own attempt at stealth with give Nars the chance to hide.

OOC:
Nars spot check Spot check (1d20+5=22)
Nars using moves silently (+6) and hide (+6) moves at half speed toward the thing.
 

Seeing gorefoots reaction, the creature abandons its attempt to hide. Stepping further out into the open, a small green skinned fey looks quickly away from the party and then back towards them. Waving a hand in a beckoning gesture to some companions out of sight, it waits patiently, alert to any danger.
 


Nars also abandons his attempt to hide after taking but a few steps. He waits for the discourse to occur. He sheathes his weapons. He mutters into his beard, "Here we go ah-gain."
 


Two more figures are moving through the woods, towards the small fey creature. One is as small as the first (about Gorefoot sized), while the other seems larger. You don't have a good view of either newcomer yet.

Unlike the fancifull gown of leaves that the Petals dressed Gorefoot in, which is brightly colored in autumn hues, the leaves on the small fey appear green, rubbery, and servicable as armor.

"Greetings, Sir Knight. At our master's behest, we return to you that which was lost, and offer our services as guides."
 

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