Surraruthru's Tree (Surraruthru)

[Iron Dragoon]

I dunno. About 20 feet?

[Anastasia]

Sounds good.

You come to within 20ft and speak. A dryad emerges from the tree, her face peeking out. She gives you a stare, "What do you want? You aren't devils, are you? The red one looks like a devil!"

[Iron Dragoon]

"She's a dryad, actually. We're not devils. I'm a Faerie Dragon. We're from Lifasa."

[Anastasia]

"Hi, I'm Kascha," Kascha steps forward slowly, "It's nice to meet you, Miss Dryad." She smiles and keeps her hands open.

The dryad peers at all of you, "Fine," she says slowly, "What do you want?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"A cutting of your tree to grow ourselves. I need it for a ritual to help restore Lifasa once we win it back."

[Anastasia]

The dryad eyes you, "If you're taking something valuable from me, I want something valuable too!" she insists, "Something that means something to you besides just money, too."

Kascha frowns, "A sacrifice? It's righteous to sacrifice for others in the name of good, but be careful what you sacrifice."

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru thinks for a moment, then reaches into his haversack, pulling out another of the anti-magic field stones and setting it down.

"Not only is this a part of my hoard, as innocuous as it looks, it's also a very powerful tool. When activated, it brings up a field that negates all magic."

[Anastasia]

Dryad takes 10 on Appraise.

"Yes, but does it mean anything to you?" The dryad challenges, "It's just an enchanted rock."

[Iron Dragoon]

"It means survival and victory. I used one of these to put the fear of me in a Rust Dragon, a few to break into the lair of a daemon, and another to gain the help of a Gold Dragon to transform myself and gain the power of a true dragon. They've been quite useful to me in significant ways."

[Anastasia]

Toss a Diplo check on there in this case, I think. Feels appropriate.

[Iron Dragoon]

> roll 1d20+23 Diplo
<Serith> Iddy roll for Serith < 36 > [d20=13]

[Anastasia]

The dryad holds the rock up and sniffs it, before taking it away and into her tree. She comes out, "Fine," she says,"But cut shallowly and gently. No troublemaking, you hear?" She wags a finger at you. "Devils get people who are bad...or good...or..." she frowns, wilting.

[Iron Dragoon]

"I've no skill in this. Pearwood? Or perhaps you could guide us or give us a piece yourself."

[Anastasia]

"I'll do it," Pearwood says, "This should be done by someone who knows what they're doing."

He goes up to the dryad and talks softly to her, then kneels at the base of the tree and murmurs a few words. His finger turns into a sharp claw, using it to slowly cut into the wood.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Thank you. This will help Lifasa greatly if the ritual works. I'll have a lot to do when I get back. Tell me dryad, do you have any memories of Lifasa?"