Floating Lands | Ch 1 - A New Begining

[Tondi-]

You apply the oil and light it.  The fire flickers, it struggles but it takes.  The fire burns small but stable.  SUDDENLY the flame erupts outward flinging you backwards in a wave of heat.

Suddenly the area is abuzz with torrentz of wind as small colourful things weave through the air around you.  They wizz past you in a blur fluttering your vision then jarringly smash into you.  You feel something crawling around under your clothes then they burst out of an opening to wizz around someone else.

They all suddenly gather before the fire, which is now a calm flame, you see three small humanoid creatures with wings.  They look very much like your allies Fairy but they are different.  They are all dressed in flowers, leaves and other plants. Ones all in green, ones in brown and the one in the lead is in reds.  She hisses at you all.

RP and Checks

[sliksham]

Briccys takes a half step back and gingerly checks his beard and hair for singes, happy that he at least still has eyebrows, no matter the actual state of them, he turns his attention to the new arrivals, smiling as he drops to one knee and spreads his hands wide to the sides.

'Greetings little Fey, that were a right grand arrival and no mistake! Fair cooked me eyebrows right off me face n all!
We be meanin' ye no harm, we are just needing to be cookin' our dinner is all; Me name is Briccys'

Briccys gestures to the rest of the party, 'n me an me companions here is on a exploration from our homes to see what lies around and abouts ye see. Ye have me word as one of natures own servants thatn we'll be leavin' well enough alone on our journey.

Do you and yer mates be havin' a name as to talk to ye polite like? Though I'll not be bein' the bestest with words, unlike some of me fellows here.'

{Doing my best to appear as unthreatening as possible.
Nature check, attempting to recall any knowledge I might have about their 'species'}

Reference: Briccys - Nature to ID fairies
You rolled 1d20+9: 27 | [ 18 ] 18+9

[thenewnumber2]

"Truer words have never been spoken, my flowery-tongued friend.  Best leave the pontificating up to the experts."  Rikkon turns to the new arrivals and smiles the cool smile of an experienced manipulator. "My name is Rikkon Hildrak. My companions and I are merely passing through this area and made camp for the night. We mean you absolutely no harm to you and yours."

Despite his words and carefully constructed appearance of honesty, there is a not-insignifigant about of malice just beneath the surface. As Rikkon meets the eyes of the fey, he soaks in every detail in order to gather enough information to take advantage of the situation.

Reference: Rikkon - Bluff
You rolled 1d20+8: 14 | [ 6 ] 6+8

Reference: Rikkon - Insight
You rolled 1d20+7: 12 | [ 5 ] 5+7

{Not the greatest rolls. These big mod skills hate me.}

[Tondi-]

These are definitely fairies, you've never met this exact type before but they are obviously closely linked to nature.

Their response is simple as the leader speaks, "You are not welcome here"

They all draw weapons.  The leader pulls a rapier, the green one holds two thorns like daggers and the brown one is swinging a sling.

They look like they are being defensive not aggressive.

RP & Checks.

[thenewnumber2]

Rikkon, unflappable, tries again. "We do not mean to intrude on your territory - until a moment ago, we did not even know that this was your territory. Not only that, but we will be gone in the morning. This really is no time for unnecessary hostilities." While he is speaking Rikkon keeps his eyes locked on the leader and his weapon, trying to gauge how much of a threat this strange creature represents. Even though he is trying his best to appear as genial and calm as possible, he is not quite as poised as he would like to appear. Silently, Rikkon wonders to himself if his facade will be enough.

Reference: Rikkon - Diplomacy
You rolled 1d20+3: 13 | [ 10 ] 10+3

Reference: Rikkon - Perception
You rolled 1d20+7: 15 | [ 8 ] 8+7

{wow, imagine how badly I would suck without decent sized modifiers... this is wacky.}

[sliksham]

Briccys looks around with a slightly puzzled expression.

does 'here' mean here, specific like, or dis whole forest?
I'm sure we can be movin' to some other place if'n we be setting fires in yer garden; but as me matey her says, at any rate we will be gone in the mornin'
There's bein' no need ta be wavin' weapons around in any case

[Tondi-]

Ooc: will wait for some other responses / reactions

[Meowzer]

Arthelian steps forward moving past Briccys and Rikkon, pivoting on one of his hooves dropping into a low graceful bow and flourish. Smiling as he moved forward,

I believe we are at at a misunderstanding. You see my fellow fine fey fairy friends! You see we are simply here scouting for the necessities of life. We come with no malice in our hearts, we do not wish for any war. As well I am sure you know, the world we live in is a hard one. And when the world seeks to crush one, you must learn to see past differences, misunderstanding, and hatred. We are fellow people, if anything we should be friends not enemies. If you wish for us to leave, we will. But we want to know better who you are, we wish to learn more of you. If we trespass upon the rules of your land, then educate us so we can pass upon the information.

He says this knowing that it may be a bit skewed from the truth but knowing that it in spirit correct.

Reference: Bluff go go fairy people
You rolled 1d20+11: 30 | [ 19 ] 19+11

[thenewnumber2]

Rikkon, in hushed tones: "It's not the world that is seeking to crush you... it's your fine fairy friends."

[Tondi-]

To Rikkon the red one says in a venomous tone, "it is morning now.  You can leave now short one."

They hold their weapons with confidence and skill, hey probably know how to use them.

To Briccy, "the world is ours, you are not welcome hairy.  You have not given back to the wood for the fire you strike and you try to trap that which is not yours"

To Arth she seems to lighten up abit pleased at his words, "the world is generous if you respect it. What is your name.  Where did you come from."

[Strifeter]

Eil stands and walks over to the fae creatures.

"My fair people I believe we have had a misunderstanding of sorts. You see we have not come here to destroy but to learn. The traps you found were for us to learn as much as it was to survive. We are explorers in a strange land trying to survive. It is unfortunate that I sent her away but I travel with one like you. Her name is Py and I am sure she could shed some light on this subject for.

I must plead ignorance if we have offended you and ask only for you to show us the proper way of doing things in this land. You see we wish to learn and perhaps even settle down somewhere in these lands but to do so we must first learn of it's power and beauty. I say perhaps fate or lucky happenstance has led our group and yours together. Perhaps we could be mutually beneficial to one another?"

Reference: Eil diplomacy check
You rolled 1D20+10: 26 | [ 16 ] 16+10

[thenewnumber2]

Rikkon walks away from the group parleying with the fae... visibly somewhat put off by his failure to convince the group of his 'noble' intentions.

[Meowzer]

Arthelian smiles and bows once more, this time not quite as low, "My name is Arthelian, I come from the (insert the direction we came from here, I do not remember it but Arth would). And our intentions are what I said, I know my companions may be a bit rough around the edges. But trust me in my word, that I would not travel with them if I did not trust them. Please may I be graced with the knowledge of your name?"

[sliksham]

Briccys shrugs and sits down on the floor, absently scratching behind his ear and mutters to himself
I forget I aint no good at bein social, gob shut Bric, gob shut

[Tondi-]

All three whisper to each other when you mention Py, the red one reapproaches, "Gifts.  We want Gifts to prove friendship.  It is customary and the way of things."

Before Rikkon gets to far one of the fairies rounds him up with a few pokes, seems they want to keep you in a tight group.

To the introduction, they speak in turn, red, green, brown, "I am Emba, I am Vyn, I am Sorn."

Then all at the same time they say, "Gifts?" with sparkling eyes.