A Knavish Sprite and An Angry Nymph
DC 3
Mischievous
Earth, Plants, Illusion, Sound/Song
Cinder 7d6
Strike 8d6
Luck 4
As the pair strolls through the garden, they catch the sound of voices. Two of them, one male and one female, obviously arguing. The curious thing is that they're speaking in a combination of Greek, Latin, and New England-accented English.
If Gaius and Laura chance a closer look, they'll find the owners of the two voices. One, a woman of nymph-like beauty, almost enhanced by her anger. She is comfortably naked from the waist up, clothed in flowing garments that cling to her hips. She has one hand on a young tree, and sharp eyes will pick out that her fingers are partially melded with the smooth bark. Her clothes too seem to blend with the foliage.
The other is a handsome young man, also naked from the waist up, save a sash over one shoulder. It's not immediately apparent, as there are bushes and other plants in the way, but his lower half is that of a faun.
The pair of them are arguing, loudly, about nothing more than their relationship. What was he doing with that naiad? she wants to know, though her language is far more colorful, blending curses from both ancient languages and a particular Bostonian flair. He proclaims that it wasn't what it looked like, they were just talking, and she viciously says that she should've known better than to get involved with a faun.
He angrily spits that that's a tale as old as time, but it's twenty-twenty-four, honey, stop lumping him in with his ancestors.
And it heats up from there.
If Gaius and Laura are noticed, they may either be dragged into the argument, rashly asked to solve the young lovers' spat--the truth is that the faun was planning a romantic evening for himself and the nymph, but she doesn't believe him.
If they try to sneak past, the pair will stop their argument, and try to scare them off with mischief and magic.
If Gaius and Laura chance a closer look, they'll find the owners of the two voices. One, a woman of nymph-like beauty, almost enhanced by her anger. She is comfortably naked from the waist up, clothed in flowing garments that cling to her hips. She has one hand on a young tree, and sharp eyes will pick out that her fingers are partially melded with the smooth bark. Her clothes too seem to blend with the foliage.
The other is a handsome young man, also naked from the waist up, save a sash over one shoulder. It's not immediately apparent, as there are bushes and other plants in the way, but his lower half is that of a faun.
The pair of them are arguing, loudly, about nothing more than their relationship. What was he doing with that naiad? she wants to know, though her language is far more colorful, blending curses from both ancient languages and a particular Bostonian flair. He proclaims that it wasn't what it looked like, they were just talking, and she viciously says that she should've known better than to get involved with a faun.
He angrily spits that that's a tale as old as time, but it's twenty-twenty-four, honey, stop lumping him in with his ancestors.
And it heats up from there.
If Gaius and Laura are noticed, they may either be dragged into the argument, rashly asked to solve the young lovers' spat--the truth is that the faun was planning a romantic evening for himself and the nymph, but she doesn't believe him.
If they try to sneak past, the pair will stop their argument, and try to scare them off with mischief and magic.