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Hall of Illusions(outside)Confusion and disbelief wore upon Ween's face like a mask as the question "What does that mean?" rolled off their tongue. Luxportian knelt before them with metal palm outstretched bearing the ring. The halfling almost absently plucked it from his hand gently, the words still processing in their head. Once more the question was floated with a bit more force "What does that mean?!" their voice cracked, eyes all but glaring at Luxportian for a proper answer.

"Wh-" the halfling's voice gave out as the question began to form. Clearing their throat Ween tried once more pushing through the discomfort "WHO TOOK HIM AWAY?!" the halfling asked loudly.

"What was that?"
"Someone was taken away?!"
"It likely could be a prank"
"Or an act" "Yeah, that's possible."
"I always did question the safety of this place.""Are we in danger?!"


The fair-goers murmured as they gathered or passed by the scene that was unfolding. A sense of worry lingered lingered in the air, washed over by time and time again by the joyous music of the Calliope, only to resurface like a weed.


The operator of the ring-toss stall halted abruptly in their attempt to skulk away. What sounded like a click of the tongue, or rather a click of a beak, seemed to escape their lips. Eyes wide with panic the halfling turned to the bandit queen "I need to take a break!" the words that came out did match what fleeting bits of memory Violette had of her limited interaction with the man. Yet the context and phrasing seemed awkward and out of place.

As Finuthin reached out towards the operator the open air above the halfling felt rough and solid. The halfling's eyes turned wide and faced the bladesinger. A pause. Finuthin's experience told him what was likely coming next.

"I NEED TO PEE!" the halfling cried out in child like voice and attempted to flee.

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"I NEED TO PEE!" Kettlesteam shrieks in a childís voice as she attempts to flee the scene, magically disguised as a halfling who looks like heís had a tough life. "Donít you dare," Finuthin hisses, as he grabs hold of one of her arms, twisting it ever so slightly to make sure she stays put. "I promised to keep you close and close you will stay. Remember, if we want to succeed here weíll need to stick together," he tells the kenku, not unkindly.

The bounty hunter ignores the confused halfling lass. Sheís not his concern right now. With a forced grin on his face, he leads Kettlesteam away from the crowd at the entrance, trying to catch the eye of the red-headed Violette as he does. "As I said, my friend here needs a word," he hisses at Kettlesteam, a false smile still plastered on his face. No need to draw the attention of the staff here.

"Lux, will you have a word with the conductor here about what we need to know?" he asks the metallic man as he passes him. Itís a conversation he would like to have participated in, but as Kettlesteam might take off at any moment he doesnít dare let her go. Unlike others of her kin, this one is a flight risk.

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The elf secured the fleeing figure with an impressive maneuver, cleaner and quieter than Violette had ever done it certainly. The bandit queen caught his gaze and took the cue, sidling in next to the pair, her hand seeming to swim through the air as she found the kenku's real shoulder, where she placed a quieting grip.

"Shhh. Now, let's get one thing straight. We're on the same side, you and I, same side as our friends here. We want to find our way into the next place, whatever realm it is that you mean to go to. And I think I've found us a means to get closer to that, but-" The grip tightens ever so slightly. "It's going to require you to return what you have taken. The voice don't belong to you and you will return it to the lad here so him and his fair maiden can tell us the code to pass through the portal. You want to go too, don'tcha? Then give the voice back and come with us, as a friend. Or force me to take it, and I'll leave you here
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Hall of IllusionsDue to the scene caused by Ween the duo were able to easily spirit the Kenku Warlock away from prying eyes. Luxportian could surely handle the almost sobbing halfling who accosted him for answers. Kettlesteam gave hints at trying to fight the firm grasps of the Bandit Queen and Bounty Hunter combo, yet each slight movement equated to a firmer grip on her arm. The disciple of Zybilna was forced to relent.

"Who told you I took- oh, wait. I did didn't I?" The kenku spoke in the now-obviously stolen voice. Her admittance called to mind in the elf upon their first meet, she declared then when he inquired how she could speak freely; how she stole the voice. Said voice now needed to return to its owner, Candlefoot.

"Fine! FINE! Its in my right pocket. Untwirl the twine and... the curse will be undone..." the Kenku deflated as she gave instructions. Finuthin would be able to easily find the object in question. A corn-husk doll with a barbed twine wrapped around its neck. The barbs were sharp to the touch, yet not enough to break the skin. With a slight twist the twine would come undone and what sounded like a raspy inhale came from the doll before falling silent.

Kettlesteam was silent as well awaiting whatever the two had in store. "Can we go back?" a young female child's escaped the beak of Kettlesteam. "I'm ready to call it!" another woman's voice, older than the previous but not elderly.

 
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Ween was acting irrationally and Luxportian was at something of a loss, but she had asked for an explanation and so he determined to give one.

"The Hall of Illusions, it would seem, is not all illusion. There is a magical mirror which can create a portal to another realm."

He glanced in annoyance at Finuthin and the disguised Kettlesteam as the latter shrieked like a child and interrupted his chain of thought.

"Your, uhm, fiancť? Can we call him that given that, well," he indicated the ring, "well he appears to have left his magical fairy-wing protection behind and has been abducted and taken to a realm called Prismeer…"

For some reason the explanation didn't seem to be making Ween feel any better. If more information wasn't what her mind needed to improve its emotional state, why had she asked for it? It was very vexing.

"Lux," he turned at this unprecedented and altogether uncalled for shortening of his name to see Finuthin leading Kettlesteam towards Violette, "will you have a word with the conductor here about what we need to know?"

Luxportian's mouth opened but nothing came out. He looked back at the crying halfling woman and then around at the small crowd of worried onlookers who had begun to gather, whispering worriedly to each other. Things were definitely starting to get out of hand.

"The important thing," he said firmly to Ween, "is that we are going to get him back to you. I give you my word that I will not rest until you are both reunited."

He stood to his full impressive height and addressed the onlookers.

"I have no reason at all to think that any of you are in danger," he stated having already ascertained that they were all wearing their fairy wings. "Please, disperse and enjoy the fair. I can recommend the Almiraj Ring Toss, it is not as chaotic as it first appears." And with that resounding recommendation he turned his back on them with one hand on the shoulder of Ween so that she would know not to stray off just yet, but briefly turned back as one more thing occurred to him.

"Oh, and you should know that I love unicorns."

 
 
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The Witchlight CarnivalThere was a desperate sort of hope within the eyes of the halfling as the artificer gave his word on locating and rescuing Rubin. Ween had little knowledge of what had happened beyond what was relayed to them. Due to losing his wings upon entering the tent Rubin was spirited away to this "Prismeer," a realm beyond the one they stood within. The halfling couldn't help but feel the guilt upon their shoulders as it was they who laughed at Rubin when he got on bended knee and presented a ring. It didn't matter if Ween was under the sway of a cruelly-timed magical spell.

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The halfling gazed up at the mighty figure of Luxportian with tears still within their eyes. "Please." came the, now, raspy voice of Ween pleading for the aeromaton to rescue the lost halfling. Though where to begin? In Prismeer was the obvious question, getting there took priority. Yet, first was the crowd of onlookers.

In this fanciful carnival with walking trees, singing plants, carolers upon stilts, and massive dragonflies zipping overhead; the most lucrative thing was always drama. The instinct of humanoids to stop and stare at possible conflict was almost hardcoded into their genes. Here, in front of the Hall of Illusions, was not only a proposal gone south but a possible kidnapping. The Armorer moved to try and disperse the growing crowd, and was partially successful as a few did mosey on away. Whether it was loss of interest or from Luxportian's words was unclear. What was clear, however, was the shared confusion that wore upon everyone's face when the tall metal man declared his love for unicorns.

"Huh?!""Unicorns?!"
"Did it say Unicorns?""I'm sure of it"

"I knew it!A Unicorn kidnapped someone! I told you they were evil!""It said it loved unicorns, not one took someone!""But how do you know that's what the metal thing meant?! It said the Ring Toss - They might be in on it!!!"

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While Luxportian was fielding issues that stood beyond his scope of programming, the Bounty Hunter-Bandit Queen combo were confronting the Warlock of Zybilna, Kettlesteam the Kenku. All through the night she had been enjoying the use of a voice that was not her own, yet not a mimicry either. The voice of the dull-colored Candlefoot, and it was time for it to be returned. For Violette had spoken with the mermaid Palasha and discovered that the two possibly knew the phrase to grant them entry into Prismeer. The only catch, the voice of Candlefoot needed to be returned to him so that he could finish his proposal to the songstress.

Through a bit of pressure the duo succeeded in getting Kettlesteam to relent and give up the voice she had come to enjoy. A corn-husk doll was extracted from her robe. A barbed piece of twine tied around its neck with two twists. Upon releasing it an audible exhale was heard from the doll and the Kenku's 'voice' returned to simple mimicry returned.

The crowd was in the throes of speculation and wonder caused by the abrupt declaration of love for a mythical beast when the Wizard and Bard returned to the scene escorting the Warlock. Approaching the quiet witchlight hand, the situation was explained and the man informed that his voice should have returned.

"Re-" The dull colored man paused. His eyes went wide with surprise at hearing his own voice. "I- I can talk again!" It was odd for those who spoke to Kettlesteam to hear the voice she was taking for a joyride come from the original owner. "Thank you! I- I need to go see Palasha!!"


Powerful notes of the Calliope did not seem to house as much power as they once did, though one's spirit still seemed to rise when the music wormed into their mind. Round and round the line of individuals dance, pranced, and skipped. Each participant in the line that circled and twirled about the heart of the fair laughing and holding the hand of another who followed in much the same fashion. At the heart of it all was Ernest, the monkey/operator of the Calliope chittering as he churched the crank that forced the steam to escape the whistles. Marigold, the goblin disguised as a ladybug continued to teeter about begging for buttons and suggesting folks join the dancing line.

The trio followed after Candlefoot while pulling Kettlesteam along. It was here in the heart of the Carnival they found Barnabus and Bliss. The two captured in the twisting and turning line of dancing individuals that grew and diminished in bodies by the minute. How they were caught up in the line was anyone's guess and it wasn't until the perceptive Monk spotted the rest of the group that the duo was finally able to break free and join their companions.

The party was lead to the dock where Violette spoke to Palasha not even an hour prior. Palasha was still in the middle of a song when they arrived, and there on the dock the dull colors of Candlefoot's attire OODM: The man has mood ring clothing, apparentlyturned vibrant and lively from the heartfelt tune. When it was done and over the songstress noticed the gathering and made her way over.

The reunion was pleasant and the proposal touching as the passive witchhand pledged his life and heart to the mermaid whose song brought color into his soul. The scene was enough to bring a smile to anyone's face, if they could that was. With that the newly betrothed couple were reminded of their agreement and the phrase they overheard from the owners was relayed to this group who had brought them together once more.

The phrase was almost disgustingly simple, yet held a certain level of ambiguity that seemed to awaken a longing within those who were incomplete.

"Hither, thither, here and there;
wander yonder, show me where!"



The six of them stood before the mirror tucked far back in the Hall of Illusions. The mirrors cast reflections of days gone by and yet to come in each of those who glanced at their surface. If not for the dutiful Barnabus, Bliss would have been lost to the maze many times over.

The ornate mirror stood tall and its surface cloudy as if shrouded in a fog. The words were uttered aloud.

The metal-cast hourglass that stood atop of the mirror rotated forward, flipping the direction of the falling sand within. No longer was it cast in metal but composed of glass, wood, and housing falling purple sand. Roots punched through the soil overtaking the metal that housed the mirror, coiling and twisting - consuming everything but the mirror itself. The air became cool yet humid. The rim of the mirror illuminated a soft blue light as the mist within swirled blotting out one's reflection entirely until everything was bathed in a blue light.

"Go." a little boys voice emerged from the beak of Kettlesteam. "I can't." A little girl said before returning to a different lad's voice "Its the rules."

The portal to Prismeer stood steadfast and waiting those who would venture in. Their time at the carnival was over. "Find-" the voice cut off and with a click of the beak. The Warlock was thinking, the word she wished to say not in her repertoire. "Ride!" three more clicks and a shake of her head. That wasn't it either. "Corn." an old man "Will lead the way!" an androgynous-sounding young voice.

They were getting no where, without the stolen voice Kettlesteam could not say what she wished to say. Nor did she seem to house knowledge of writing. They would simply need to heed what she said and guess the meaning.

One-by-one the party carefully stepped through the portal that stood before them.
Violette, the unsmiling gunslinger.
Finuthin, the bladesinger void of contentment.
Luxportian, the wonderless man of metal.
Barnabus, the forgetful hero.
and finally-

Bliss watched as one by one of her companions walked through the shrouded mirror as if simply entering a door. Beyond lay the Feywild. A place where a piece of her lay waiting. A place where a part of her past lay lurking. It was exciting. It was terrifying. The sand fell gently within the hourglass up on the mirror. "We shall do our best to find the meaning you wished to relay to us." the golden eyes of the Witch met the amber eyes of the Warlock. "Take care not to get in trouble." Bliss placed a hand on Kettlesteam's head as if patting a pet before departing for the day.

Stepping to the mirror and reaching out Bliss could feel the portal tugging at her outstretched limb. Before her red skin could meet the bluish surface there was a sinister chuckle. The witch halted her advance as the portal shifted hues from blue to murky green. The reflection shifted for but a moment revealing a bare tall woman bound to a tree. Her magenta-colored eyes opened and she smiled at the tiefling. Before Bliss could even think to react, spare roots that held the mirror aloft shot out and coiled around the Tiefling and Kenku. "Welllllccommeee!!!" the woman hissed and the duo were pulled in.

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Words from RetryWhat an interesting detour we have taken in this chapter!

I would like to thank all five of you for providing such interesting PCs! As we move on to the next chapter lets chat real quick in Discord and discuss if we wish to change anything. We can use it under the guise of 'the Feywild is wild~'

Even though there was no combat this chapter you all have been wonderful and patient so I'd like for you to level yourselves up to Level 5!

Once we chat and figure a path forward I'll open Ch.2
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