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Archon Vail on the Island of Wreclast (Causeway x Theris)

Archon bow his head in thought for a moment, "We have two options that I can see... The first is we rest and wait until another caravan passes this way, or we set out on our own, keeping to the shore and the trails as much as possible... Personally I'm not sure how patient our mistress is, and if she would appreciate us taking the extra time" he says, looking back at Giselle.
 
Giselle shakes her head. "She's not that patient. Besides, the longer we wait, the more likely that more fey will come after us. No, we need to return quickly. How'd you make it out this far?"
 
"I found a Caravan traveling in this direction and offered my services if they took me with them" Archon answered. The he thinks about it for a second "That was only a day ago... how long does it usually take for a caravan, round trip?" he asks, wondering if Knurlak might be on his way back yet.
 
Giselle shrugs. "That depends. Do you know where they are going? Journeys on Wreclast are nothing to be half-assed, they require careful planning and considerations for the entire length."
 
Achon shook his head "they were heading to the village past this one... not sure where they were going after that" he answered. The more he though about it the more Archon began to believe that they were going to have to set out on their own.
 
Giselle shrugged. "Well, unless you have a magic way to get us out of here, I suppose we are walking then. We should scavenge what we can, try to put together some equipment."
 
Archon shook his head "I don't have anything that powerful, so walking it is" he says. He pauses to think a moment, "I'll take the east side if you'll take the west, and we can meet in the middle" he says.
 
Giselle shakes her head. "I'm not splitting up, not happening. There could still be fey about, or worse. No, we stick together until we get to safety, understood?" She has an air of command about her.
 
Archon stands up a little straighter at her attitude, "As you wish. Lets start at the far side of town then, and work out way back to here" he says.
 
The two of them manage to scavenge enough food to make it back to Butcher's Harbor without much difficulty. In addition, Giselle manages to find some potions:

1 Aid
1 Barkskin
1 Bless Weapon
 
Archon looks over their potions, and after a moment indicates the potions "I've already got a potion of Aid and I don't think I could use the Bless Weapon potion effectively, the Barkskin potion would come in handy though" he says, picking up the small vial. "You keep the other 2 and I'll take this one?" he asks.
 
"That works for me," Giselle says, and the two of them head out. The jungle was bad enough when Archon was with a group of trained warriors, but with only the two of them, it is now terrifying. After they'd gone half an hour, Giselle says, "I think this was a terrible idea..."
 
Archon nods his head, not taking his eyes off the trees "I agree... though we don't have much choice" he says. Struck by paranoia he takes his potion of aid, and holds it in his fist, that way he could drink it in moments. He keeps scanning the trees, remembering to check the branches above from time to time as well.

Perception 27 (Looking of an ambush)

Prepping to drink a potion when/if he spots said ambush
 
As they walked, Archon heard something in the distance, a familiar skittering sound. Formians were nearby, but not coming their way. It sounded like a lot of them, though.
 
Archon lifted his empty hand and slowed his pace "You hear that? Formians ahead... doesn't sound like they are heading towards us though... Sounds like a lot of them" he says in a low whisper. Stepping slowly he makes his way to the edge of the path, "I'll move into the trees and and move ahead a few yards, see whats going on and if we can stick to the path, or have to find another route... If you want to follow me, keep at a distance, no need for both of us to get caught if something goes wrong" he says. Taking that extra step he enters the trees, and starts to move towards the noise, his eyes open and staring.

Stealth 21

Percpetion 27
 
Up ahead, he saw a small group of formians around an old, massive tree, much larger than its neighbors. There is a small, bearded man with them, accompanied by another one of the twisted, elf-like creatures they had fought back in the maze. The little man wears a red, pointed cap, looking something like a demented garden gnome. "Drag her out!" He shouted, and the twisted fey shoved its hands into the tree, and ripped out a nude young woman with green skin and leaves for hair. Archon recognized her as a dryad, a spirit of the forest.
 
Archon lets out a low growl at the creatures treatment of the girl. He pulls out the potion of Barkskin, and together with the potion of aid he downs them both. He feels his skin tighten while at the same time a cool and calm resolve settled over him. Glaring at the creatures ahead, he charges, silent as he rushes from his position to come within range of the Formians. He remember his problems with the fey from earlier, and hopes that Giselle is not far behind him. Once he reaches the group he leaps into the air to throw a flying sidekick at the nearest Formians head.

Drinking potion of Aid (before Combat) +8 Temporary HP
Drinking Potion of Barkskin (Before Combat)

Initiative 19

Attack 24

Damage 6
 
The attack landed solidly, but did very little to injure the formian. The attack did come as a surprise, though, granting Archon another opening to strike again.
 
Archon lashes out again, aiming his blows at the same Formian in the hopes of dropping the creature quickly. He aims a two handed strike at the creatures head as it wavers from the first blow, before taking a step back to assess the situation.

Flurry of Blows
Attack 1 = 6
Attack 2 = 17

Damage = 8 (if the second roll hits)

5 ft step back

counting the number of enemies and how much attention he's just drawn.
 
The second blow managed to land harder, and the the first of the two formians recoiled. There were two formians, one of the dark creeping fey, and the red hatted man.

The pair took up positions, while the red-hatted man turned around. "Who the fuck is this?"

The stalking creature made an eerie, unnatural sound, and the red hatter grinned. "Ah, one of them. Take him alive!" With that, he pulled out a scythe that was far too big for him, and charged at Archon. He managed to flay the wizard's back nearly to the bone with the weapon, while his companion struck out with his claws. The wizard went down before he realized how badly outmatched he was (Take 39 damage).
 
Archon cried out in pain as the redcap and the other fay attacked him, the scythe blade biting deeply into his back while the other creatures claws buried themselves into his chest. The pain was too much and the young Half Elf collapsed into the dirt, the world spinning around him before going black.
 
Archon awoke, some time later, to find himself naked and secured in some sort of dank, earth-walled prison, the bars of which are thick tree roots. The only illumination comes from glowing mushrooms on the walls. Dry, chafing vines sprout from the wall behind him, and wrap around him securing him firmly.
 
Archon lets out a low groan as he returned to consciousness his eyes snapping open as his mind began working again. Checking his surroundings he notices the environment that holds him, the earth worked walls and strangely formed plant life. Next he looks around him for any sign of his fey captors. As he does this he tests the strength of the vines that hold him, seeing if there is any give too them at all.
 
The vines have no give to them, and are strong enough that Archon cannot simply break them. No, he is well and assuredly trapped. Which also means he's likely in store for the drill probe, like they used on Giselle, especially as he can hear the telltale sounds of snickering approaching...
 
Archon shudders as he hears the little creatures drawing closer, remembering the condition that he had found Giselle in. He begins to try and shift in the vines, not looking to break them, but to simple slip free instead. If it worked he might be able to ambush the little bastards when they arrived, after all, he still had a spell up his... well he didn't have any sleeves at the moment, but he could probably pull something out of his ass.

Escape artist 19
 
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