[color=fff200]“… or you just simply forgot we are outnumbered."[/color]

Leaning over the Hin, the druid prophetically spoke concomitant words of encouragement and warning.

[i][color=662d91]“’Tis true, lad. Greenest has flourished into a dark labyrinth, riddled full of grim secrets and subtle traps. But we have a guide from the Gods.”[/color][/i]

A plumed helper zoomed into the harvested morning still bearing stars and dusk, fleeting out its existence, and wading before the Faerun sun bellowed its berth. The wings pulsated unwavering, rhythmically matching the bard’s vexed tachycardia. Parum's premonitions echoed foreboding; her verbal omens built off the anxiety and vicious dread of a vain, but insulted dragon ever near.  

[i][color=662d91]“It will command us through the blackness."[/color][/i] His gaze welcomed the violinist's. [i][color=662d91]"Like ghosts, tether to Kyra and keep within the fray.”[/color][/i]

The quintet assembled beneath the guise of whispered branches and fettered leaves. Stepping over roots who served humbly the verdant roof above, the stench of dripping dew thundered salted meat, admonishing the heroic cast of a potential fiery disaster swiftly approaching.  The great oaks and lush maples hissed ghoulish growth, requiring the occasional twisting of a blade and the fracturing of a twig. Each lush bounty toiled against their partners, thorns contrary to roses. The bitter pollen infested the ambiance, stinging the tone of secrecy with heavy breath and apprehensive pant. 

The druid raised his fang, hinting a halt.

The raven’s eyes entwined with its owner’s, scavenging the twisted landscape, frightful daybreak would divulge their position with its fresh sunlight. A foraged canopy betrayed little trace of the rummaging company amongst the gardens.  The murky fowl’s tucked talons skimmed the tops of timber as the sieged mill came into full, brilliant view. It circled the venue, skating a graveyard spiral over its objective.

[i][color=662d91]“Stray not from the orchard. Time will give us fruit soon enough.”[/color][/i]

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The familiar’s perception is [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2384]18[/url]. 
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