Padisha's Dance (Moore, Tryll; 85 days left)

[Anastasia]

Up to y'all.

[Nephrite]

It's his thing, he can decide!

[Yuthirin]

The potential lawfulness of the good is less desirable than the chaotic good, in this instance.

[Anastasia]

Superb. Where in Arborea are y'all starting at?

[Yuthirin]

We need to see if Queen Morwell will talk to us anyhow about the Chalice, so might as well start at court and work our way outward.

[Anastasia]

Thus Tryll and friends gate to wild Arborea. You appear in forest, the breeze cool and the leaves just starting to turn colors, a first hint of fall.

Ball's in your court on getting to the court, as you can't just planeshift or gate in.

[Yuthirin]

Tryll and Calleigh set out, rising into the air above the trees to better navigate to the court!

[Anastasia]

Okay then. In this case, roll 1d100, Tryll or Moore. Whichever of you sees this first is fine.

[Nephrite]

[13:14] <Nephrite> roll 1d100
[13:14] <Serith> Nephrite roll for Serith < 36 > [d100=36]

[Anastasia]

The party wanders a few hours.

"...so then," Westwind finishes, "I said, 'That's not a sultan, that's an air elemental!'"

The five of you are wandering through the forest, Bubbles leading the way with a natural ease. As you pick through a dense bit of forest and come out on the other side, you all can suddenly hear giggles above you.

[Nephrite]

Moore will look up!

Take 10 on spot for 63 if needed. Also please note he has True Seeing.

[Anastasia]

About 100ft up in the branches are dozens of courre, sparkling and happy little things. They are all covered in honey and laugh, "HONEY ATTACK!" they cry, sending a great rain of honey globs down at the party.

I'll make an attack roll if y'all attempt to dodge.

[Nephrite]

The worst case scenario is that this is some sort of extremely sticky honey that is going to be hard to get out.

He has magic that can fix this sort of thing, so there's really no harm in being bathed in a honey shower.

[Yuthirin]

Dreadfully sorry, it's been a day.

"HONEY!" Calleigh shouts back with glee, flying toward the newcomers.

Tryll is incorporeal, and unconcerned.

[Anastasia]

Bubbles looks up and sighs, "Dearies," she says in a single word, as honey rains down all over you. It's an assault that covers all of you as Calleigh flies up.