<strong>Grolo Feyseeker (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=918280)<br/>Ruined Campsite<br/>Kamelands</strong><br/><br/>Grolo managed to get in a single retort before Iradir's intervention.  "When was the last time you heard a bard singing their praises to a centipede in the High Chant, swordlord?  Is that common folklore where you come from, then?"<br/><br/>Iradir's words calmed his temper somewhat.  "So long as our destination is the tree, and not some pit of centipedes, I'm satisfied."<br/><br/>Being careful to widely circumvent the kobold corpses, he returned to and mounted Maggie, stroking her head soothingly.  "There there, now, we'll be gone from here soon enough."  As the others remounted, Grolo followed behind, plotting a suitable prank to enact his vengeance.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><strong>Grolo Feyseeker (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=918280)<br/>Near the Great Tree<br/>Kamelands</strong><br/><br/>The tree grew steadily as they approached from the north, the land sloping up steadily before them.  Grolo was dozing again, hanging limp in his saddle as his head lolled back and forth in time with Maggie's footsteps.<br/><br/>He may have slept all the way to the tree's great trunk if a dragonfly hadn't landed amidst his hair.  The gnome twitched and batted at it slowly, and in return the insect bit him on the back of his hand.<br/><br/>"Desna's arthritic ankle!" he swore, jerking awake.  His hand lashed out lightning quick and swatted the dragonfly out of the air.<br/><br/>"Hah!  Serves you right!  I don't..." Grolo's voice trailed off as he looked down, spotting the new tracks.  "Mites."<br/><br/>He took Maggie's reins and spurred her forward, quickly catching up to the others.<br/><br/>"Centipedes or no, I know mites when I see them," he said quickly, showing the others the distinctive tracks.  "Nasty buggers, an example of what happens when Fey go bad.  They're cowards at heart, and disgustingly ugly, but they breed like rabbits and use insects like we use war dogs."<br/><br/>Grolo listened as the others spoke, but couldn't restrain himself after Uria spoke.<br/><br/>"Why must it always be killing with you tallfolk?  These mites are despicable, but they're too weak to pose any threat to us if we leave them be.  I'll guarantee you one thing though: if we go in here with torches, we'll get eaten alive."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Speaking.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Grolo Feyseeker<br/>Level 1 Gnome Bard</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=918280)<br/><em>Discussing the fate of the tree.</em><br/>HP: 11/11<br/>Subdual: 11/11<br/>Hit Dice: 1d8<br/>Init: +3<br/><br/><strong>Saves</strong><br/>Fort: +2<br/>Reflex: +4<br/>Will: +1<br/><br/><strong>Defense</strong><br/>AC: 13<br/>Touch: 13<br/>Flat: 11<br/>CMD: 9<br/><br/><strong>Offense</strong><br/>Melee: -1<br/>Ranged: +3<br/>Carved Shortbow: 1d4 - 2 , 19 arrows  <br/>Quarterstaff: 1d4/1d4<br/><br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong><br/>Cantrips- ∞<br/>1st - 2/2<br/><br/><strong>Bardic</strong><br/>Bardic Performance: 8/8 Rounds<br/></div></div>