Orange's DnD Campaign

[SpriteMeister]

(OOC: Why do I always have to be the only conscious PC?)
Trilgat puts his hands out in a non-threatening way.
"Hold up. I don't want to fight. My friend here is a healer, and he can help your friend if you would just let me wake him up."

[SleepingOrange]

The two attacking sprites fly back a few feet and have a quick argument in a language Trilgat doesn't understand; one of them, the original sprite Trilgat encountered, is clearly furious and suspicious; the other, a female with red 'hair' and wings, repeatedly points towards Druid. Finally, the two of them come back to Trilgat. The male sprite says, "We'll let you wake up your friend, but if you try ANYTHING funny, we'll be at your neck." As Trilgat stands up, the two sprites each perch on one of his shoulders, daggers drawn. The other sprite clearly can't decide if it would be better to pull the dart out or leave it in; the stricken one has passed out.

[SpriteMeister]

Trilgat walks over to Druid and tries to shake him awake (gently at first, but more violently as he doesn't awaken).
"Druid, we need your help."

[SleepingOrange]

Druid wakes us groggily, blinking. "Wha... What's going on?"

[SpriteMeister]

(helping Druid up to the best of his ability)
"Everyone fell asleep, and I got in a... dispute with these guys on my shoulder. There's one over there that needs healing."
Trilgat leads Druid to the wounded sprite.

[SleepingOrange]

"Ohh... You attacked petals? Poor things. They can be nuisances, but they're really harmless. They just... Don't see things the way we do. They Fey can be hard to understand." Druid bends over and picks up the stricken petal. "This little guy's going to need more than magic; he's got some serious internal injuries. We'll have to take him with us. Go get the others up." Druid breaks the fins off the dart and pushes it through the sprite's torso. He pulls a bandage out of his pocket and staunches the wound.

[SpriteMeister]

To the other petals,
"I am really sorry for doing that to your friend. I didn't want to, but I felt like I had no other choice. For us, putting someone to sleep against his will is considered hostile and generally causes suspicion, even if the reason behind it is good-natured."

...

Trilgat walks over to wake Jack up.
"Good morning, sunshine."

[Silfedac]

Jack stirs and starts talking in a sleepy voice.
"Nng...Mommy? I don't wanna go to school today..."
He opens his eyes all the way, and sees Trilgat grinning at him.
"Oh. It's you," says Jack, clearly embarassed. "Who're your friends?" He moves his finger back and forth to indicate the petals.

[SpriteMeister]

(Back to my original font color)
"They're petals. All I know about them is that when four of them get together, they can drag a gnome. It wasn't fun learning it, either."

Trilgat wakes the beggar up next.
"How was your nap?"

[SleepingOrange]

The beggar has more difficulty waking up than the others so far have had, and he coughs a few times before answering, "Could have been better; could have been longer.". He tries to get up, but stumbles.

[Silfedac]

Jack catches the beggar before he falls.
"Careful, there."

[SleepingOrange]

"We need to get moving. Someone wake our guest and Grey Fox and let's get going; this guy's fading fast"

[SpriteMeister]

Trilgat wakes them up, starting with Grey Fox. He refrains from making any sarcastic comments as he does so.
To Druid "Lead the way."

[SleepingOrange]

Druid continues the way they've been heading all day. Everyone is very quiet, and all the daytime ambient noise has fallen silent, but the creatures of the night haven't started yet. In about twenty minutes the party arrives at the edge of a wooded area. Druid walks a few feet to the left, where there are two trees connected by an arch made of branches tied with vines. He reaches up and pushes on a knot on the left-hand tree; a curtain of soft green light falls from the arch, and druid walks through, beckoning the party to follow him. As they do, they see, after passing through the gateway, a clearing that was not visible from the outside. It's roughly circular, and about 100 yards in diameter; on the opposite side, there's a small wooden hut. Near the hut there's an apparently natural pool. Most of the clearing, however, is taken up by gardens: nearest the hut, there's a patch of herbs; next to that is a large plot of vegetables, including corn, tomatoes, potatoes, and cabbage. To the left of the entrance is a cherry tree, just dropping the last of its blossoms, and a plum tree, already swollen with small fruits. To the right of the entrance is a plot of clearly exotic plants that no one in the group recognizes.

As the party enters, the traveler gets a very far-away look on his face then goes back to normal and shakes his head. Druid walks across the grove and into his hut, still carrying the petal. As he walks he says, "Trilgat, Jack, come into the hut with me; Grey Fox, stay out here with our guest. Beggar... wait, what's your name?"
"Chauncey, lord."
"All right, Chauncey, you come with me."

As they arrive in the hut, they see that it's very simple, and obsessively neat. In the far left corner of the room, there's a bed; instead of a the usual straw-stuffed mattress, Druid has created a pallet in the bed-frame by stacking neatly folded blankets. Above the bed, there's a shelf with a handful of books and a few scrolls; at the foot of the bed is a basket with a cushion in it apparently for a pet of some sort. Hung from the ceilings are strings of garlic, herbs, and one of jerky. On the left wall is a basin with a nearly gone sliver of soap on the rim. On the right, there's a cupboard, probably a larder of some sort, with a few simple earthenware dishes on top of it. In the center of the room there's a small table with a single stool. On the table is a short stack of parchment and a well of reddish ink with a clearly-homemade quill stuck in it.

Druid lays the sprite delicately on the table; the other three fly off of Trilgat and land next to their compatriot. With a gesture, Druid indicates that they shouldn't touch him.

"Chauncey, get on the bed; Jack, if you know a sleep spell, start preparing it; Trilgat, get me a strand of garlic and one of herbs; there should be all of them I need on any given strand. There's a stool by the table if you need it." Druid goes and gets a mortar and pestle and a metal pot off the cupboard and takes them outside.

[SpriteMeister]

Trilgat fetches the garlic and herb, and hands them to Druid.
"That stuff always smells so nasty. I better make sure not to get myself impaled on something."

[SleepingOrange]

"Oh, you probably won't be able to avoid; I use allia in most of my remedies. They have amazing medicinal properties."

Druid dips the pot in the pond and takes it around the back of hut. There's a simple range over a fire-pit; druid stokes up the fire and sets the pot on to boil, and sits down and starts doing things with herbs.

[SpriteMeister]

Trilgat pulls out his wood and carving knife and continues his project.

[Silfedac]

Jack starts and looks around. "Hmm? Oh, sorry, I was off in my own little world for a moment. Anyway, you said a sleep spell? That's easy enough."

Jack starts chanting in a strange language.

[SleepingOrange]

As the druid's brew boils down, he continues to add herbs and powders to it. As he takes the pot off the range, there comes an odd noise from the woods. A moment later, a six-foot squid, floating about three feet above the ground, comes out of the fringe of the trees. Before anyone can react, it rockets up behind Druid ad butts him in the small of the back. He spins around, and grabs the squid. "Oh, you tentacular goofball! Where have you been?"

[Slifedac]

Jack looks over, amused. "A friend, druid?"