(Group 2) Interlude: Loose Ends

[blackhawk]

"Just checkin' up on ye. Ye looked a bit beat when we found ya, and these things aren't the friendliest in the world when they get ta bitin."

Vulgrim coughs, before continuing onwards "I'll see meself out. Got another place to be goin' in the mornin', and this magic plague nonsense won't sort itself out."

Vulgrim takes his leave.

[irishmagician]

Strongarm shrugs as Vulgrim turns to depart, his attention diverted as he glares warningly at another acolyte approaching with an ominous bottle of medical salve.

[dice=1000][dice=1000]

As Naerwen leaves her offering and tunes her senses so as to communicate with the oak tree before her, the soft susurrus of leaves and branches in the light wind coalescing into a language she can understand.

"-By The Great Leafy One's branches, I just don't know what I will ever do if my design is ruined by this thing! I mean I just spent the past four months just making sure that the leaves fell in just the right pattern, and this pink squishy thing comes along and just waltzes right over...Wait...does it actually hear..." A brief pause follows, with the druid getting a small sense of embarrassment coming from the tree, with some of its leaves blushing a slightly darker shade of green momentarily.

"Oh...you're one of those...('What do you call them? I mean, seriously, they all look alike', it audibly whispers to itself)...druids, right? Pass a message to what? The Great Oak? ('Does it mean The Eldest? It could mean me, I mean I am pretty Great myself. If it was a druid, it would surely know...' it whispers to itself again)...Of course I can pass a message!" the tree says proudly, rustling its branches with vigor. "But you will have to fix my leaf collage that you messed up first! Yes, yes! Do that first, and I'll pass your message, little squishy th-I mean pointy ea-" there is another brief embarrassed pause and the tree rustles its branches pensively, "...errr...druid!"[rand=238224823564965762283367345065282250844728764734362176176463576]

[Naerwen]

As the words started to transform into comprehensible words she looked perplexed as she tried to figure out what this ‘pink squishy thing’ was that the tree was referring to. Realizing that the tree probably meant her she paused and looked down at the ground and the leaves scattered about. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin your collage.” While thinking to herself she made a mental note to stand farther away from a tree before trying to speak with it next time. Thinking for a moment she finally responded with, “Yes; I meant The Eldest.” (knowledge Nature check for correct tree name? If so, <insert correct tree name>) As Naerwen listens to the tree whispering her ears sort of ‘droop’ a tiny bit. In her mind she sighed to herself while she thought, ‘”It” can hear you …’ Meanwhile she maintained a straight face and began to attempt to fix the leaf collage piecing them back together using the dark places and shadows left by the leaves touching one another as a guide. As she was arranging the leaves she attempted friendly conversation. “You can call me Naerwen if you like ... or squishy thing … I don’t really mind I suppose. So, how fast do tree messages travel anyway?” Once she finished fixing the collage she asked, “How’s that?”




In an attempt to know how to fix the collage, what the correct name for the Great Oak is, tree etiquette, and any other pertinent information ...
Knowledge Nature: [dice=20] +12 = 27 Total [rand=72410758594497765911150147972030045032760791350327347962177223966]

[Naerwen]

OOC: lol oh my ... leave it to me to find a narcissistic tree. Kind of scary with the 1,000 sided die there ... do they actually have a chart for that?