The Faerie Woods [Knight Otu Judging]

[nimisgod]

Ishmael nods. Aye. Let us find the location of our quarry

 

[IcyCool]

Ishmael nods. Aye. Let us find the location of our quarry

"Yeah, I've got a score to settle."

 

[Dalamar]

Rodimus nods in approval.

 

[nimisgod]

Once the party are done with purchasing the potions they need*, Ishmael thanks the Druid Fasroth for his aid. Thank thee, ser. Thine aid has come at a desperate time, for our enemy is great and powerful.

Such a kindness shall not be soon forgotten. If thou hath any request to make of this Knight, thou needst only but ask. And if it is in mine power to return thine favor, I shall.



*Not sure if Percy wants to buy anything

 

[Patlin]

Re-entering the Faerie Woods, the party again notes the powerfull aura surrounding this place. Moving in, the party begins to feel that they are moving in circles, but in less than 10 minutes the Thorns appear, ready to guide you.

"Are you ready once more to hunt the Redcap?" Aeric asks.

Fjorn cocks his head as if listening to something. "The crystal gardens? Why would that beast go there?"

Aeric looks over at him and shrugs.

"We should consider ourselves fortunate. He could have chosen far more hostile terrain in which to hide."

 

[SlagMortar]

"How do you-" Nevermind, it doesn't matter how they know. "Is it still, er, injured?"

 

[Patlin]

"Possibly. I wouldn't know."

 

[nimisgod]

Ishmael nods grimly at Aeric's question, fear and anger beginning to build in his chest. Aye, sers. We are ready to face the Redcap in combat.


When the party is being led there, Ishmael asks the Fey about the Crystal Gardens and what kind of place it is.

 

[Patlin]

"The gardens are a place of flowers and ponds, filled with birdsong and several small waterfalls. I can't imagine anything particularly dangerous taking up residence there."

Moments later, Aeric lets you know that you have arrived.

"You should see the gardens, and possibly the redcap, just after you push past these next trees."

 

[IcyCool]

Gorefoot places his hand on the hilt of his cold iron kukri. "I don't suppose anyone has anymore cold iron stuff? Maybe something for throwing? I've got this strange urge to throw things at it."