The Fae of the Void (Private Group)
 

A group of people stand together has they came up to a decaying tower, obviously having already seen it's best days, that had some of the bricks that made it up missing but it still was stable. This group was here for a reason, because they had learned though some effort on their own that this was one of the places that the group that called itself 'The Fae of the Void' was said to reside in this area. The Fae of the Void had only emerged only two to three years ago from an unknown place, but the group had already caused countless acts of harm and terror. They had engaged in burning down villages and engaged in countless thefts, and yet they had managed to charm the lords of the land over to their side so that they could do these acts without any backlash.

The only way this would change is if a group would act on their own and took down the group. It remained to be seen, however, if these three standing on the slightly windy hillside would be the ones to put things right once again.

(Alright players, introduce yourselves in your next post and to save time also make me a perception check. It's sight based, if that matters for you.)

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Shanara moved gracefully, circling the tower to check it for anything amiss. Her form was normal now, only a faint outline of blue fire shimmering in the air around her. The others had like seen it by this point, often in combat or when flight was needed that fire flared up, the outline of an enormous phoenix, owl-like in form and shimmering blue in color would form around her. Her clothing was almost monklike, all heavy cloth, a shirt and trousers and a sword at her hip. Not that we ever drew it, fighting with the beak and wings of her spectral form of fire. But it might come in handy at some point, or cause someone to mistake the threat she presented for that of a blademaster.

As far as the others had known her, Shanara was focused and determined in her pursuit of her goal, and of resolving anything she thought unjust. She was fond of her new companions, particularly the cute little fire dragon, but that didn't stop her from urging them to travel faster. Patience was not high on her list of traits, as evidenced by her circling and approach of the tower.
(Annnnnnd start off with a crit. 20+10=30 perception.)

As an egg, Burnish was captured by the Fae of the Void, for reasons unknown to him, to this day. He was saved from them in turn by his now surrogate mother, but not before they were able to apply a curse to weaken him, forcing the young dragon to humiliate himself for the rest of his days, effectively leaving him incontinent, for the foreseeable future. Why would they do this? The arrogance of dragons is legendary, and it may be that they wanted to teach a dragon humility by leaving them dependent on others for basic hygeine. Maybe they were just bored, or a different effect was miscast.

Regardless, Burnish was here for answers. Why did they do this to him? Why did they do anything that they did? It seemingly made no sense, at least nothing that immediately made sense to him.

"Ready?" Burnish asked everyone else, nervous, himself, as he sat on his adoptive mother's shoulder.

Perception: 18

Cetishil is a Sequr, with light blue feathers with red highlights, and blue eyes. She looked at the tower with the rest of the group, just as curious as Burnish as why he was captured. She had once wandered into a camp of the Fae of the Void, and hadn't taken kindly to their attempts to stab her. Once Cetishil found Burnish's egg, she couldn't just leave the little thing there, so she had taken it with her, raising him as her own when he hatched. At the moment, she was wearing an Adamantine Chain Shirt and had her crossbow out, though she had a couple spears for close quarters as well. If one looked closely, they could see the shimmer of magic around her, but she choose to keep her veils low powered for now. (Her veils are Unicorn Feathering which she has bound to her hands, Criniere of Warding and Cloak of Thorns. Without extra essence, I get +1 AC from Criniere of Warding.)
Perception check 13+13=26.
"Ready. Try to stay safe please." Cetishil says.
(How much does Burnish weigh?)

Shanara is able to spot what looks like a small watchtower about 30 ft. away from the ruined tower from 400 ft. away. At 300 ft., Shanara also picks up that there is a elf with skin the color of lavender that was wearing hide armor and holding a light crossbow manning the watchtower. On the ground next to the watchtower, Shanara also finds a wolf laying down but otherwise on watch too. It seems like they haven't spotted the group yet, but giving that they were out on a hilltop in the middle of the day it might not stay that way if they move any closer.

(If you decide to move closer, the have the group roll me initiative. Also decide if any of you will be in the front of the group.)

Cetishil crouches to try to reduce her profile and says quietly, "We can try to sneak closer or I can take a shot, though it will be a bit difficult. What do you think?" (She has a -4 from this range with her heavy crossbow. If we get closer, Cetishil will be in the back.)

Shanara nodded. "Let's try and get a little closer then. If not, I'll deal with the watchtower."

Shanara joined Cetishil in moving as stealthily forward as possible, trying to avoid drawing any watchful eyes from the tower.

(Stealth = 28, Init when/if we need it 17)

Cetishil takes Burnish off her shoulder, saying, "Be better at sneaking then me please." and moves a little bit away from the rest of the group so if she is spotted the others won't be. (Stealth 8+1=9. Welp, this is going to be fun.)

(Burnish weighs roughly 15 pounds.)

"Stay back, mom. We can deal with this." He says, hopping down, his padding crinkling along with him as he gets low to the floor, and proceeds to carefully waddle towards the watchtower.

Stealth: 21

(Perception checks: (4) + 2 = 6. (19) + 8 = 27.)

The elf is unable to catch the sight of anyone approaching, however once the group gets within 120 ft. of the wolf it starts howling as it notices the group both by sight and the smell from Burnish.

(Roll for initiative. I'll use Madness's last roll for it this time.)