Surraruthru's Tree (Surraruthru)

[Iron Dragoon]

"Let's continue, then."

[Anastasia]

"Now that we're on the right layer, I intend to speed this up," Pearwood stays, "Form a circle holding hands."

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru offers up claws to the others.

"What do you intend to do?"

[Anastasia]

"Transport us," Pearwood says, rather shortly. "There's a trick I know that allows is to travel through trees."

"Oh, I think I heard of it, but only for short range. You've perfected it farther?" Kascha perks up, taking out her book and starting to writein it.

"Yes, though the details are a druidic secret," Pearwood says, voice stern, "Do not attempt to study the spell when I cast it. I have prepared it to be cast silently to reduce your temptation."

Kascha's wings droop a bit as her pen comes to a stop. "Oh. Yes, you druids do keep your secrets," she says.

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru grunts.

"I don't specialize in that sort of magic anyway. Let's get going."

[Anastasia]

Since it came up, not going to try and Spellcraft it or anything?

[Iron Dragoon]

Nah. I'm tempted, but I figure since the guy is helping me out, I'll let the Celestial part of me take charge and respect his wishes.

[Anastasia]

You all join hands, one of your claws in Simmer's hand and the other in Kascha's. You're suddenly moving hyperfast, squeezed tight and racing somewhere. Your vision is a confused blur as you feel something rough against your scales as you move along.

Simmer's hand is relaxed in yours, while Kascha's grips your claw rather tightly.

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru tries to give Kascha a reassuring squeeze... without his claws cutting into her, and waits for the movement to end.

[Anastasia]

Kascha returns it. A moment later, you find yourself face down in a pile of leaves, chilly wetness against your snout.

"We're here," Pearwood announces, "Within a few hours travel to the Grove of Plenty."

"Great," Simmer says, as Kascha groans a bit, "Anything we need to know from here to there?"

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru snorts at the sudden cold on his snout but stands and inspects the area as Simmer asks her question.

[Anastasia]

Quite logically, that would require getting up. You're in thick, dark forest. Kascha's twitching on the ground, face down in it and lying in a puddle of mud. Pearwood and Simmer are both on their feet, perfectly fine as they look around.

"That's strange, the spell's not meant to do that," Pearwood remarks, "Did you trip when we arrived?"

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru sits up and waits for Kascha to rise, planning to use a Prestidigitation to clean her up.

[Anastasia]

Kascha's muddy head to go, slowly getting up. "I think I managed to trip somehow," she says, as you clean her. She perks right up, "Thanks, Surru!"

"Ahem," Pearwood says. "Are all of you able to see in the dark?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Yes, everyone should have Darkvision from my spells."