Surraruthru's Tree (Surraruthru)

[Iron Dragoon]

Awesome. A Dire-ish Wolverine, then. Medium size is the biggest I can do, so that.

[Anastasia]

Surraruthru transforms as desired, becoming an unusually large wolverine.

"This way, we need to find a gate to Brux," Pearwood says. "It may take time."

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru nods and ambles along behind Pearwood, keeping an eye and his nose out for approaching animals. Most things tend not to want to deal with Wolverines and their Badger cousins; usually more trouble than they're worth, and he's hoping that holds true here.

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100-10
<Serith> Kokokokokokoko roll for Serith < 6 > [d100=16]

You travel onwards. An hour or two of travel is unremarkable - light conversation and moving along, along along.

"So you were born on Lifasa?" Simmer breaks up a lull in the conversation, turning to you.

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru nods.

"We lived in a faerie grove. It was small and hidden, but strong in nature and magic. I lived with my family, though I was the only one to make it out. Devils came to the grove. I almost didn't escape, but I learned how to trick them."

[Anastasia]

"What manner of trickery," Pearwood says, as he leads you around a patch of vine-covered path, through the rougher woods.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Illusions, false sounds, basic traps to distract. Combine that with my small size and practice at hiding I got when we played, and I was able dodge them for the most part. Avoidance, mostly. It did grate quite a bit, though."

[Anastasia]

"It's easy to forget with how easily we deal with illusions," Kascha says, "But devils are good at using illusions themselves. They're potent if used wisely."

[Iron Dragoon]

"I had to learn quickly which ones worked the best and which didn't work at all. Many didn't. They see through many and I didn't have the power to force it. I combined it with simpler tricks. Using magic to make sounds, move rocks and trees, create false trails. Nothing useful in combat, or that let me kill any, but it was effective enough to keep me hidden and moving."

[Anastasia]

"That you're alive shows you did well enough," Simmer says, "You're a survivor."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Clever. Faerie dragons are mischievous by nature, and our games are pranks and stealth. It lends well to evasion and escape, I suppose. I've done well since, I believe, and struck some hard blows. It won't bring my family back, but it counts for something. If I can find any of their remains when we return to Lifasa, I'll try and resurrect them... Though.. Hm... That may be a task for after this..."

[Anastasia]

"It counts for you being here now," Kascha smiles, "If you didn't make it, I'd never have met you and you'd never have met everyone in Aurora. That's a good reason you survived."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Well, freeing the souls of those trapped by Scretus was a pretty good jewel of achievement. Benfal, too. It's a good thing I pushed for going into the tunnels. I used tunnels from gophers and through tree roots to good effect in the grove. Still, I'm going to have to see if I can figure out where my family's souls wound up. If I can't find them, then it likely means the devils have them, and that won't be allowed."

[Anastasia]

"Ask Balyss, she should be able to get to the bottom of it," Simmer speaks up, "Her divinations are second to none."

Pearwood stops, "We're getting close to a portal," he announces, "There may be powerful animals or even a guardian ahead."

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru nods, doing his best impression of an angry Wolverine to try and divert whatever might be near by.