(Loyalty Is,) The Source

[Circe]

"That's what I said!" Circe responds, "Both things. I even tried ta bribe him ta stay but I guess he's really inta spiders," she groans as she rubs her face in annoyance, "When we find him, after blowing up the orchid, can I kick his ass?"

Circe would rather trust skill then luck, she'll save the Glamour for an actual fight.

  2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-04-04 20:53:58		Circe rolls 5 to Where is it! (10 Again)		2, 1, 10, 9, 5, 7		2 successes

[Rhodes]

"Going off alone. He may wish to live in Fear. I've seen it before. But I would prefer that he didn't." Rhodes mutters.

"I would sooner hear his reasons, Circe. But we have a job to do." Rhodes looks around, looking a bit bewildered. "Um... I don't suppose you know which way to go? things seemed to have moved, somewhat. I can try and navigate the way, but it uses glamour from the Dream connections to the Wyrd. I'd rather avoid that is I can. Who knows what we might need futher on."

[Seraphina]

Shudder. Spiders.

“I thinking kicking his ass might be a bit much. We don’t know his reasons. Lets just focus on why we’re in here and get it taken care of.” Then get the hell out.

Of course they moved. Cause the Hedge loved messing with you.

She looks around again, turning in a slow circle, trying to find any hint of the path.

Finally, a shrug, “I have nothing."

  failure

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-04-05 12:15:08		Seraphina rolls 3 to Nav the Hedge!(Wits+Surv) (10 Again)		6, 2, 1		failure

[Saber Sloth]

The Hedge is a winding, confusing, nonsensical place, but the Summer Queen knows it's ways with a more practical application then perhaps the other two do. With the rifle wielding Queen once more at the helm, the party find themselves upon a path leading somewhere. Circe knows from the footprints in the dirt path that they are indeed going forward towards a place they hadn't gone before.

The walls of the hedge are narrow, and confining, but there is a enough space for the Lost to walk, single file. Obviously this small slice of of a passage isn't one that many have walked before. Barely cleared, mostly hidden, but for Circe's keen know how.

The Lost have chosen to continue forward, their goal the same. To find the Source of the Jarmyn Fruit, and how the shape of the leaves, the colour of the brambles, around subtlety change as they march forward, Rhodes knows that they are getting close.

Perception -2!

[Circe]

She groans out, "Fine, he gets ta excuse his actions first."

"Yes I'm the great white hunter fer this expedition, though I happen ta be blue," she inhales, "I should really brush up on this bush stuff." Was her answer to if she knew where they were going. "Keep watch fer guardians or traps or ya know, stuff. That's bad. Or good loot."

Because what can of punk falls for a pit trap? She'd better not be the one.

What Don't your elf eyes see

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-04-05 16:05:20		Circe rolls 7 to Perception -2 (10 Again, WillPower)		3, 10, 10, 8, 8, 9, 8, 9, 5		7 successes

So she has her ears bent forward, paying attention for sound as her eyes scanned down the barrel of her gun.

[Saber Sloth]

Circe cannot spend that WP, she's already spent 2. Remember we're using new WP rules so, she still has 5 suxx even with taking 3 off from the right.

[Rhodes]

Rhodes casts and eye around, following the Great Blue huntress.

What else could be there in the Hedge? He had forgotten how much he hated this place.

  1 success

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-04-05 16:19:05		Rhodes rolls 3 to Perception: Wits+Composure -2 (No clarity pen) (10 Again)		8, 1, 7		1 success

[Seraphina]

Narrow passage, what’s the worst that could go wrong? Thinks the Nix, keeping an eye on the elf and where they were going.

“And we never know, he might find out something useful there. Maybe some extra leads or something.” A shrug as she lowers her head. Joys of being tall.

“I’ll try.” But she has little hope that she would be the one spot something. After all, she couldn’t even find the path.

  1 success

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-04-06 21:29:37		Seraphina rolls 2 to Perception(Wits+Comp)-1 Clarity-2 (10 Again)		4, 9		1 success

[Saber Sloth]

Sera and Rhodes, notice that even despite how narrow the passage is, it's been tended too, recently.

Circe on the other hand, sees what the others see, but from her position at the front of the group she's the first to see where the path widens, she's the one who will lead them down the correct fork in the road this time. Seeing the distinctive treads of boot prints on one path, with the other holding the harrowing press of wolf tracks.

Rifle in hand, at the front of the party the Iron Queen leads, her black and red eyes sharp and her long ears keen, Circe has a mission, and her focus whole as her Clarity, the Elf sees, many an obstacle the Elf Queen sees so they can avoid, more twists to the path, more winds to set them back to the hopeless lost wandering of before, until.

The Hedge path widens, and they find themselves on a hill, looking down at what Bricks and Huff had told them about. The Orchard and the bottlery. The Beast had described it as large, and it was, though not as large as he alluded too. Half the size of a football field lays neat rows of tree and bush. Fruit fat and vibrant, that, the Lost can see from their hilltop view. The Orchard is fenced in, across from the gate is a large red barn. At it's side are carts, and piles of tarps. To the left of the fenced plants and the red best of a barn is small hives, with buzzing insects dancing around them.

All around this place, short hobs, and Changelings too.

Circe recognizes one of them, seemingly the leader, barking out orders. The Ogress, Iron Meg.

[Circe]

Circe has to actually bite down on her gloved hand to stop her Mantle from flaring at the sight of the horrid piece of shit shouting in the Hollow ahead. The red of her eyes seem to glow with the contained rage. She recovers and then readies her carbine.

"Iron Meg," Circe manages to keep her voice down while snarling out the vile name. She motions for the others to come closer then puts her hand back on balancing the wooden stock. Circe looks down the scope at the Ogress's head. Lining up a shot and taking aim on principle. "I recognize the bitch in charge. Evil as fuck, works fer a Fetch maker. Either of you have that Contract fer luck? I'd really like her dead before she causes worse shit."

Circe isn't looking away from Iron Meg while whispering back towards Rhodes and Seraphina. They may need to talk Circe down if they'd planned to just time bomb and run.