Meeting lost family (Jaela)

[Anastasia]

Oh, you both get dragon glares before Baleruk says, "Very well." In a relatively not too loud voice, before Hanna shifts you all over.

> roll 1d100
<Kobot> Koaway rolled 1d100 --> [ 1d100=92 ]{92}
> roll 1d100 subtables
<Kobot> Koaway rolled 1d100 subtables --> [ 1d100=99 ]{99}

You appear in the forest, in a huge clearing big enough for all of you, even Baleruk. Sunshine streams down. "This isn't where I aimed for," Hanna remarks.

"It is where you are needed," A man's voice, light and pleasant on the ears, is heard from your side. An elf with long black hair and a bow and arrow on his back. He's dresses simply otherwise, save for a holy symbol of the Elf Father around his neck. "Slaad-ling," His gaze travels to Baleruk, "I am Sylvalar, proxy of Corellon Larethian. Your presence has not escaped his attention and he will not tolerate you treating his children as Chourst did. So long as you respect the natives of this realm and their works, you may travel freely and without animosity."

Sometimes the random encounter dice means you get noticed. A quasi-power has that happen sometimes.

[Corwin]

"Hey there, Sylvalar! I'm Jaela, and these are Hanna and Baleruk. A pleasure!"

[Anastasia]

"Well met, servant of the Triune," Sylvalar returns the greeting, though his focus stays on Baleruk.

"What did Chourst do?" Baleruk asks, quietly, his gaze burning a hole into Sylvalar. From the focus he's putting into it, you almost wonder if that might become literal.

"We've met," Hanna declares, and in a low voice to you, "He serves as Corellon Larethian's majordomo; all of Arvandor is his stewardship, as it is Larethian's house."

[Corwin]

"It's a family meeting with some friends, not an invasion," Jaela says with a grin. Did he just accuse a slaad of conformity with another slaad? How does that even work? Better just move past it. "Could you please point us in the right direction, you think? Mom seems to have lost her bearings."

[Anastasia]

"Attacked innocents under the Elf Father's protection," Sylvalar replies coolly, "As long as you do not do that or other churlish actions, we will have no problem."

Baleruk growls low, "Then we will have no problem."

"Good. Jaela, head to the east." Sylvalar says - and is gone a moment later. "Don't make us come back, Baleruk."

[Corwin]

"Well, that was delightfully heavy-handed!" Jaela claps her hands. "Let's fly east and enjoy ourselves. No need to teleport ahead blindly."

[Anastasia]

Above or below the canopy?

[Corwin]

Above unless Baleruk can fit below.

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100
<Kobot> Koaway rolled 1d100 --> [ 1d100=98 ]{98}
> roll 1d100 subtables Jaela's on a roll
<Kobot> Koaway rolled 1d100 subtables Jaela's on a roll --> [ 1d100=10 ]{10}

You fly on. It's warm and sunny above the trees, as you lose yourself in the sensations of being home. You feel like you belong, like you've been away far too long. A sense of serenity fills you as you fly, distracting until Hanna and Baleruk intrude.

"It does not matter how she did it, she did it. That is enough," Baleruk declares, flying side by side with Hanna, the angel level with his head.

"Be that as it may - oh look, eagles," she points, far ahead a flock of them flying along. Golden and glimmering, touched by the ream. "What's he up to this time?" Hanna murmurs, "They're all above his house."

[Corwin]

"Sorry, who did what now?"

[Anastasia]

"Your brother," Hanna says, pointing ahead to the flock of eagles. "His house is down there."

[Corwin]

Jaela picks up speed, heading for the house!

[Anastasia]

As you approach, the eagles break and fly away. Below is a clearing, where a simple log cabin sits. A figure chops wood - elven on a glance, but extremely muscled. His bare chest glistens with sweat as he chops another log in half. He has red hair, lighter than your shade but not by much. He's tall, no wings or anything like that. Hanna stops and turns to you, quietly smiling, "Go introduce yourself," she says in a whisper.

[Corwin]

Jaela floats down, wings at her sides. "Hey there," she calls out to him. "When did you spot I was coming? Just curious."

[Anastasia]

"When I saw the shadow of a dragon," Your brother replies, splitting another log. "I see Mother's up there, so I'm guessing you're Jaela?" He wipes his brow with the back of his arm, "Do you really breathe fire that melts devils or is that just bardtalk?" He smiles just a little bit, tossing his axe aside. "Good to meet you." He comes forward, pulling you into a hug - urk! He really is strong, as you're suddenly being bear-hugged tightly.