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Old Jan 13th, 2022, 08:38 AM
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Day 4

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Battle was now started to turn in favor of the group. While Pavonina was able to squawk loudly, the bird was also a master at fluttering around, bobbing and weaving. Unfortunately, that bobbing and weaving didn't quite work all that well against this group that was now starting to surround it. After taking a viscous cut to it's leg from the small beet creature, the very large furry dog man managed to dig a long spear looking thing right into it's side. Further away another was looked to be taking aim at him. For a long time.

Within Baruuk's mind, he could hear the arrow talking at him, "Release! Let Fly! Hark, and all that! Art through daft! I am drawn and aimed. Thy prey is entrapped and escape is all but a fleeting thought to it. Now, let me fly I say!!!"

But it was Whiskers who stopped Pavonina in it's tracks. The bird looked to it's side, and if it's plumage could have lost color, it would have. To the rest of the group, the bird was staring at nothing. But Whisker's had an idea of something that would scare the bird. Something it's own size, but stronger. Something tougher. Something that all birds seemed to fear. A cat so grand and dangerous, even Pavonina would blanche, and run if it could. A Sphinx!

But run it couldn't, with so many enemies surrounding it. So many enemies attacking it. So many enemies that Pavonina had obviously underestimated this menagerie of creatures it was facing against. And even the sphinx took a swipe at Pavonina.


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Dagg Stunned - 1 more turns
An'Mal - Attacks and hits for 11
Baruuk Stunned
Harp Stunned - 1 more turns
Gristle - Not Stunned - Cowers and heals

Chanterelle (Sprite Paladin) - Heals Gristle
Redball (Sprite Barbarian) - Moves in, attacks, Crits - Deals 8 damage.
Whiskers Casts Phantasmal Force - Pavonina fails it's save - Takes 2 Psychic damage

Pavonina Attacks An'Mal - Enemy that dealt it the most damage.
Beak Attack: Misses
Claw Attack: Hits for 5 damage
An'Mal can Act
Gristle can Act
Baruuk can Act
Chanterelle (Sprite Paladin 1) can Act
Redball (Sprite Barbarian 1) can Act
Whiskers (Pixie Druid 1) can Act
MouseBob (Pixie Bard 1) can act
CactusCereus - (Sprite Cleric 1) can act

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An'mal really didn't want to hurt this ill-tempered but magnificent bird. He wasn't going to let it hurt anyone in the band or the chipper troupe of fey, but killing the giant foul seemed extreme. Sometimes a good thrashing was all that was needed to alter a bully's behaviour and set them on a more prudent path. So An'mal began to make a lot of unnecessary noise, shouting and growling, his absurdly long arms flailing his glaive about, though when he brought the weapon down he did so with the flat of the blade. It was a blow meant to hurt but not permanently maim or murder, a blow aimed at the peacock's rear end, as though An'mal were smacking a naughty child. The flat blade landed on all feather, bending a few slightly out of shape but not finding any of the peacock's actual behind. An'mal was not deterred, certain his shouting would send the correct message and encourage the peacock to do the right thing for everyone involved and turn tail to flee. He certainly wasn't going to hit it if it did. He just continued shouting until the shouting became almost ... muscial. "Away with you birdie! Get! Go on! Out of here! Run for your life! Pick up your tail feathers and flee! Silly bird! Git! Ah get down! Go on with your bad self! Owwww! Shemo!! Heeeehee! C'mon!"
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Breaking her invisibility, Chanterelle pulls her Halberd and slashes at the strange giant bird creature... but, to be fair, when you're a tiny pixie person... all birds look fairly large... But this one, in particular, was larger, and more aggressive, than normal.
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Daft? The arrow was insulting him... again. Baruuk shook his head to clear it as he came out of his stupor. Wait... what was it saying? Shoot? Why hadn't he already... when had everyone..? Damn! He'd been caught up in the glamor of a dire peacock! He knew better than to look one in the feathers. He'd seen skilled hunters pecked to death by such beasts, oohing and aahing at the spectacle even as their own life's blood spilled from them. What was doing here? No! No time for thought. He could see his companions, old and new, already tangled with the deadly beak and claws of such a monster.

Muscle memory took over, spurred on by the arrow itself, and his previously forgotten bow raised once more to loose itself upon the bird-beast. Still groggy, it was far from his finest shot, and in truth, would not have struck smaller or more elusive prey. But the peacock was far larger than it had any business being, and the Arrow of Gwyvenn lived up to its boasting. The arrow buried itself into feathers, but not deeply. A better shot might have found more vulnerable flesh, but this could barely find purchase through the creature's hide. What was An'mal doing? Trying to chase it off? Well... perhaps such a shallow shot was better. Baruuk added his voice to the cacophony, waving his bow above his head.

"Hie! Scat! Run lest we feast on peacock thighs for our supper!"

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Yes! Yes! They were triumphing over that oversized feather duster! Redball raised his tiny fist into the air, spit flying out of his toothless maw as he roared alongside the bigger and meaner and fuzzier warriors. "THAT’S RIGHT! SOD OFF! GET! GO AWAY! BEGONE! OR ELSE YOU WON’T HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO PRIM, YOU–YOU UGLY GOOSE!" Redball thrusted his sword back at Pavonia, swinging threateningly at its legs. The arrow sticking out of its hide no doubt assurance Pavonia would not stay any longer, not when it finally knew it was out-numbered!

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It took a moment for Gristle to realize he was not currently being stomped on. Cautiously he uncurled from his fetal position on the ground, and took note of his friends yelling at the Big Noisy Bird Thing.

"Y-yeah!" he squeaked. "Yeah! Go away! Ugly goose! Ugly goose!" He didn't know what a goose was but it sounded bad, so he went with it.

Sadly, a bloody kobold hunched over in the dirt Intimidation check: 9wasn't particularly intimidating, but his heart was in the right place.
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Attack, dodge, flap, squawk, chirp, bite, and slash - Pavonina did all of these things. And yet, the group before him would not yield. Usually the soft Fey would align themselves with soft allies. Allies that would make for a quick meal. These were anything but soft.

They were strong. They were fierce. They were aggressive. And they had a Sphinx with them. The battle, and subsequent meal, was not going how Pavonina wanted it to. It's surprise had been wasted, as none present where giving up. In fact, they were doing the opposite, attempting to get her to flee.

"GO! NOW! While you still can." The booming voice of the sphinx in his head settled it. Pavonina took to the air, and fled.

The fey quickly rushed in to the aid of their new friends.


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She was aware of everything... Gristle being hurt... The pixies swooping in to provide aid and assistance... An'Mal and Baruuk defending the group... all while being trapped inside her own body... unable to move... She was... helpless... embarrassed... But, most of all, she was... furious!!!!

Of course, she couldn't let them see her in such a state.

As her muscles loosened and she regained autonomy once more, she couldn't help but complete the punch she was in the middle of throwing when her muscles originally seized. Apparently, being stunned did nothing to stop her forward momentum. She nearly lost her balance for a moment before recovering and standing upright.

Her eyes peered into the forest in the direction of the giant bird as she began to grind her teeth together. She, unconsciously, curled her fingers into a fist and began squeezing tighter and tighter, until the veins were bulging in her arms. Despite the creature retreating... Dagg felt defeated.

Her senses returned a moment later and she remembered that there were others around. She regained her composure and forced a smile onto her face. She forced her muscles to relax and closed her eyes. She breathed in... and then out...

"Well done, everyone!" She spun around and faced the group, exuding exuberance! "Thank you all so much for your efforts! I apologize that I could not have provided more assistance during the fight. Apparently, that creature has some manner of paralytic that I was unprepared for. I'll endeavor to learn from this mistake should we meet again." The last few words were spoken with a threatening undertone.

"Bob. Cereus. Thank you so much for your aid! I'm fine! It seems the bird failed to take advantage of my stunned state, leaving me without injury." In Dagg's mind, this was a wound and insult all in itself.

Despite a desperate longing to track the beast down and kill it, Dagg's Thane training and demeanor kicked in. They had a job to do... And the mission comes first. She would just have to hope that, upon their recovery of Yddraixl, the creature would still be alive for her to find it.

After extending her thanks to the pixies, Dagg moves to each of her companions to check their injuries, stopping the longest at Gristle.

"Gristle, you are so brave! I couldn't move to shield you and I apologize for that. I should have been quicker..." Seeing Harp Strum nearby, Dagg smiles and pulls them both in for a hug. She was truly happy to see them both safe. She whispered; "Protect each other, little ones! I will get stronger so that I can shield you both when I am able, but in my absence or failure, you two need to protect each other. You're both stronger than you know, and we cannot lose you!"
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Hie? Who the hell says 'hie'? This damned arrow was rubbing off on him. Baruuk glanced down at his hand to find the missile in question sitting there once more, just as Unknown had promised. He hadn't been sure if he should believe it or not, but it seemed the magic was real enough. It only made sense, really. Who would waste the enchantments needed to make a talking arrow that could be lost so easily? He stuffed the Arrow of Gwyvenn back in his quiver without discussing the fight with it. Not his finest hour, to be certain.

The bugbear nodded in agreement with Dagg. "The Dire Peacock stuns and bedazzles with its beautiful plumage, a potentially lethal trap for the unwary. I'm sorry. I should have recognized its call sooner, but I just didn't expect to find one so far from their usual habitat." He turned to the fairies with a slight frown. "How long has Pavonina been in the area?"

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’Red?’ Harp Strum shook her head wildly at the flash of crimson that broke through Pavonia’s spell. No longer were her thoughts filled with the mesmerizing hues of ceruleans and sapphires and deep rich indigos but a biting concern for the dark red that splattered near… “GRISTLE!” Oh no! Oh no no no! What did she do? What happened? She was– she remembered hiding and— and waiting in the brush! But then she– she saw the–the big bird that wasn’t a bird, but was also a bird, just different, and colorful, and pretty, so very pretty, and then she…she…

Harp Strum looked wildly at her surroundings. She was still tucked away in the brush that she stole Gristle away into. Far and safe from harm. Which was good, at the time. Very smart. Very clever. But. But it was only supposed to be until they…they saw the thing that the weird little vegetables warned them of. Oh no. No no no. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t fair! This was– this was–!

Harp Strum burst out of the brush, her dagger still in hand, and honestly, clenched tighter than ever before in her little clawed fist. Panic in her eyes as she saw the battlefield that laid before her that wasn’t there before. The scuff marks in the dirt. The plucked feathers from the Big Pretty Bird. The blood from Gristle. And…and…

She deflated. Shoulders fallen as worry clawed at her heart, as she knew what it must have looked like to the others. What it always looked like for her kind. That she hid away when there was danger. Like a coward. And let them all take the blows so she wouldn’t have to. She felt so small. And stupid. And helpless. And felt that growing wetness in her eyes as she a-almost cried, but she wasn’t going to! She wouldn’t! Not in front of them! Not in the front of tho-those strangers, w-who did—who did what she couldn’t, and fought, and protected her–

Harp Strum batted at her face with her sleeve, and turned away, using the opportunity to sheath her dagger and sniffle softly while everyone else caught their breath. She heard Dagg praise the group for their bravery, and applaud their New Friends, if that’s what they were, she still didn’t trust that shifty looking cat, and just felt all the more sour that she…that she did nothing. And Gristle, poor sweet Gristle.

“Are you…okay?” She asked him finally, his small, shivering form battered. His scales torn, and his clothes bloodied. He looked scared. Real scared. And she didn’t like that. It made her scared, especially since he came so close to…well, you know, earlier, in the cave. It was then that Dagg approached them both, and again, Harp Strum just felt small, but in a bad way. Like she was a hatchling again. Barely able to do anything but squawk at all the trouble that came her way.

She couldn’t look at Dagg. Kept her eyes down, ashamed. And sad. And guilty. And just. It was all awful feelings she just wanted to bury deep, deep, deep down so she didn’t have to think about them any more and– and that’s when Dagg pulled her and Gristle into a hug. It startled Harp Strum at first. Dagg wasn’t exactly a hugger, not like An’mal and Gristle and But like, a secret hugger. He just had that look about him! Like he was really great at hugs and just didn't know it yet!Baruuk was. But she hugged them! Pulling them both tight to her chest, and said…and said…and said…

Harp Strum started to bawl, burying her face in Dagg’s chest, and hugged her right back.I am s-sorry! I am sorry! I did bad! I did bad! I didn’t! I didn’t protect Gristle! I failed! I failed! I am sorry!

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"Shhhhhh! Hush now!" Dagg whispered to Harp Strum as she let her avian friend cry. "You did nothing wrong, my friend! And, if for some reason you feel that you could've improved, or acted differently, then I implore you. Live in this moment... Breathe it in... Count to ten... Then breathe it out. Give it your complete attention and let it consume you for no longer than those 10 seconds... And then, breathe it out and let it go. We lived! That is the important part! Do you understand? We lived. And, it is because we lived that we can learn from our mistakes and strive to not repeat them. But do not succumb to guilt or despair! Do not carry burdens that are not yours to bare!"

It was Dagg's mouth that moved, and Dagg's voice that spoke... But the words were lessons taught to her by her mother... her father... and even some of the other Thanes of her clan. The wisdom of the older Thanes like Rook, her former squad commander, came spewing out of her mouth. The Bloodbane clan were hardened warriors, but they weren't dumb. They knew the value of knowledge and learning, adapting and overcoming adversity. To share these things with others...

A single tear fell from Dagg's eyes as she continued to hug Harp Strum and Gristle. Perhaps she had grown more attached to these individuals than she originally anticipated.

"You did good! Both of you! You did so good! And, I'm proud of you!"

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Gristle found himself nearly lifted off his feet by the bear-hug (bugbear hug?). He struggled for a moment, not sure if this was some sort of hunting instinct -- were bugbears like sewer gators?--but calmed when it seemed he was not about to become lunch to some OTHER creature. OK. Just a hug, but, like, BIG. Because Daggonae was big. Big enough to hug TWO PEOPLE AT ONCE. Wow! Daggonae was so cool.

He was pulled from his musings by the sound of Wise Friend Harp Strum sniffling. He tilted his head in confusion as Harp Strum's eyes started to well with tears.

“Are you…okay?” she asked. Gristle looked down at himself, or at least what little of himself he could see that wasn't wrapped in bugbear arms.

"Oh! Yes? I think so," he said. He looked down at the murky bloodstains that decorated his scales and clothes. That was scary and he did not want to do that again. "I don't think all this blood is supposed to be on the outside of me, but all the stab-holes are closed up so I don't think I'm gonna get it to go back in. That's probably ok though."

Gristle assumed this was fine and normal.

Harp Strum burst into tears.

Oh no. That was not fine and normal. Gristle looked around wildly in a panic, not sure what to do about this development. He... he could make the Drum Noise or the Noise Spider Noise, which always makes everything better (except when it didn't), but he needed hands to do that and his were busy hugging Dagg and Harp Strum.

Luckily, Strong Friend Dagg was smart and brave and big and knew exactly what to say. Dagg was so good at words! And..

"You did good! Both of you! You did so good! And, I'm proud of you!"

And Strong Friend Dagg was proud of them.

"Yes!" he chirped. "We did good! And don't be sad about being scared! The bird thing was big! Kobolds get scared by big things all the time, because we're always small. But when there's LOTS of kobolds, it's less scary because you can be scared together, and there's more stabs per second when there's more knives per kobold. And there's less chance of you gettin' eaten if there's more other kobolds around. That's what my old pack always said, right before they sent me out by myself to poke something with a stick to see if it was dead. If the thing wasn't dead, they could all run out and save me, even though they were all hiding and would instantly run away if they heard anything scary and--- wait, what was I saying?" He frowned. "Oh! Yes! We're all ok because we're all a kobold pack. Well, YOU'RE not kobolds, but I am, and you're my new pack, so that makes you all kobolds by extension. Very big, fuzzy and feathery kobolds."

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An'mal let out a sigh of relief as the dire peacock winged away; they hadn't needed to kill the beautiful creature. An'mal gave Harp a gentle pat on the head and Gristle an admiring fist to the shoulder. "You took the nasty bird's claws like you were six feet taller! You are growing stronger and stronger mighty Gristle," An'mal smiled proudly. He dabbed his own fingers where the peacock had pierced his hide but gently shooed the prickly fey's offer of healing away. "Make sure our leader is hale and healthy first. I'll be fine."

The tiny fey cactus flitted to Gristle and began to seal the kobold's wounds with her healing touch. An'mal picked up his javelin from the dirt and slid it back into place with the rest of the bundle. "Lead on to this tree of yours, if that's where we are going little ones."
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With wounds tended and egos mended, the group quickly reformed back to their previous order with the five tiny Fey leading the group through a forest whose trees seemed to move out of their way. Eventually the group started to find that other floating lights were returning to follow them along their trek. As they walked, things about the forest itself began to change.

Leaves of trees on the branch started to sport black dots. The ground went from hard packed earth to slightly moist. Eventually everyone's feet seemed to find themselves slipping and sliding upon the muck below. A squelching could be heard as feet slowly began to sink in the earth rather then stand firm upon it. The moss at the base of trees, previously a bright yellowish green began to darken, and even turn brown in some places. The small started to match the sights, sporting a rotted and wet base that the other scents seemed to be over powered by. Eventually the light from above seemed to darken, not because of lively tree cover above, but more likely due to a low hanging cloud cover preventing light from penetrating down.

At some point, the fay brought the group to a large tree seated on the edge of a fetid lake. the lake was smallish, easily swimmable from shore to shore, with a small island of rocks in it's middle. Hellobolis! We have returned, and we have brought friends. Strong Friends. They can help. Chanterelle spoke out to the tree.

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The tree itself looked to be rotted out dead thing that had obviously seen better days. If the group didn't know better, they would have assumed that the tree in front of them had not only seen better days, but was ready to fall into the lake, and be good only as fire wood. But a small part of the tree seemed to move, the bark splitting, with a being slowly emerging from within. A being, itself made of wood, looked out from the tree, never actually loosing contact with the tree itself.

"Help." Wheeze, "Yes... Must... Get... Back... Stone..." The words coming from the tree thing were as quiet as leaves rustling on the wind. The time it took between words could be seen as it tried to fill what might have been lungs, as the group could see it's chest heave between words. The effort it took to talk seemed to cause it great pain, and the creature feel back against the tree, not quite able to hold itself upright. "Before... To... Late..."


OOGMMeet Hellobolis! I almost gave it a different name before I remembered I had already it.

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Dagg followed the fey creatures as they led the group further and further into the forest. The ground underfoot became wet and soggy as they trekked, reminding her of marshlands or the bogs near her homeland. Her bare feet sank into the mud and, secretly, she delighted in the squishing of the dirt between her toes. Mud and muck never bothered her and the damp earth reminded her of when she was a pup, playing in the rain early in the morning.

As they approached Hellobolis, Dagg's mood sank. Instantly, she felt a connection with this being. She had asked the forest to guide them and protect them before they set out on this journey... But how could it do that if the forest itself was dying?

No... Something needed to be done about this.

She watched the labored rise and fall of Hellobolis' chest as this entity struggled to beg them for aid.

Dagg approached;

"Where is the stone? What does it look like?"

Two questions asked with fierce intensity. She hoped that the sincerity and determination in her eyes would convey that there would be time for discussion once they had resolved this problem.
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