Tree Lords IV

[Jenara]

"How funny." Locky giggles, is the waterskin empty? "Well I could, I guess, but I need to rest first, and then I could create FAR more than that wineskin, I can make around 24 Gallons in one go."

[JadedDM]

Fortunately, Greycap had not wandered very far and Fikod easily tracks down the lone donkey.

Babushka finds the waterskin is completely full. The armors are designed for slender, petite humanoids of at least five feet in height. They are of no use to a stout, 3'4" gnome.

Jerrard finds that there is a magical aura surrounding every single one of the treasures save the coins. The mask is carved from wood. The eyeholes are covered with fine crystal lenses. The exterior features on the greenmask resemble normal elven facial characteristics. Even the ears have little points on their tips, mimicking elven ears. The mask has no nose or mouth holes, and the ears are partially covered.

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[NoTrammeling]

Leading his doleful donkey back to the group, Fikod whistles merrily in imitation of the local birds. "Aye, and what be the results of yer testin' me fine mystic?" He says to Jerrard upon rejoining the circle. "I claim right to the lotion of beard growth, magic ought to be good for something after all."

[Jerrard]

"Its all magical." Jerrard says placing the items in a pile, "Could the mask be connected to the Kirath?"

"Should we camp nearby? And I might be able to help with the beard..." (would a Cantrip work?)

[Breila]

"I don't know" Babushka says to Jerrard. "That strange grin and the gems strike me as strange for protectors of the forest. We should beware of it, certainly not wear it. Locky, can't you pray to Paladine to find out if something is evil? Somehow, this looks like a mask someone who wishes to contro the kirath, or to appear like one, might make."
"I'd say leave everything here until morning, and camp on the edge of the clearing." she adds.

[Jenara]

"Of course." Calling on Paladine she concentrates on the mask. (detect evil) "Im quite sure its safe."

[HorizonsDream]

"We can store the coins on Greycap," Imani says. "And it looks like I'm really the only one that can wear the armor. Jerrard, can you find out anymore about these items?" she asks. "As for where we make camp, make it anywhere. Thuskar and Ulster, do either one of you need a sword?"

[JadedDM]

"Why would someone want to control the kirath?" Thuskar wonders aloud while Locky casts her spell. She senses no evil intent from the mask.

"Does anyone know how to use long swords but me?" asks Ulster. "I still have this magic rusty one, after all."

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Locky casts Detect Evil.

(OOC: An alteration cantrip might be able to regrow lost hair.)

[NoTrammeling]

Fikod holds up his hand to the group, cautioning them to hold back. "Gird yerselves me compatriots, I dun trust magic afore we know what it is what these trinkets do."

[HorizonsDream]

"I agree," Imani says to Fikod. "But Jerrard has the ability to look closer at these items to find out what they do. He has done it before."

[NoTrammeling]

The dwarf nods, showing his approval by scratching thoughtfully at the thick mat of stubble that's been slowly growing back from his jaw. "Aye, tis good he's of more use than guzzling me wine and puffing away on that smoke bowl of his as though he were contemplating the Gods' own work." He grins, tugging Greycap along to be loaded with what they can. "Might be I can learn to swing that thing about if we're cursed to these wide open spaces for a spell. No use in a pinch though, I kin."

[Jerrard]

"Let Ulster take the blade, but I will study them first, but before that..." Calling on arcane powers he places his hands near Fikods face, lowering it in a smoothing motion. (Casts an alteration Cantrip to regrow the dwarfs beard, then repeats it on his own.)

"I need to study the spell, and then I will look at them all closely. And remember, once I am done, I will need a rest."

[Jenara]

"Well that thing controlled Dara.." Locky says quietly, "I can heal you all if we rest."

[HorizonsDream]

"The rest of you set up camp," Imani says. "We are all ready still moving so slow through here that a little more of a rest after Jerrard figures out what these do won't hurt too much."

[NoTrammeling]

Fikod raises a trembling hand to his face only to once-again encounter his once lost but never forgotten mustachios. Taking in a quivering breath he steps forward towards Jerrard, slowly wrapping the man in his stocky embrace. Tears well in his eyes, lips shaking he sniffs back a bout of crying while holding on to the White Robe. "Ye... Ye don know what this means... Me mustaches! I thought them gone forever! Ye've healed me... Ye, yer-wait."

He steps back from the man, brows furrowed in confusion and mounting irritation. "Ye could have done this all along!" He reaches for his crossbow, struggling to pull back the string. "I'll do ye for this mage! Makin' me live without me precious facial hair like some twenty-year babeling!"