24th Flamerule, 1502 DR
Party: Azure Eyes (Cyrus), Rokka & Wilson, Sunbeam (Orri), Azrael, & Myself
Our latest assignment brought us to Silverymoon, where we met a drow waiting inside the Unicorn's Horn.
His request seemed simple enough. He asked us to deliver a package to his grandmother, a human woman living outside the city. Ordinarily he would have done so himself, but a local festival had left him occupied with his duties as a city guard.
Simple assignments have a curious habit of refusing to remain simple.
As we passed through the festival grounds, several spellcasters were demonstrating what appeared to be a communal cleaning spell. Unfortunately, something went catastrophically wrong. Wild magic erupted across the square, and every few moments reality seemed determined to invent a new inconvenience.
A monkey seized the opportunity to steal our package amidst the confusion.
Recovering it proved more difficult than expected.
Sunbeam was transformed into a monkey for a time. Others suffered comparatively minor magical mishaps. Azure Eyes, however, bore the brunt of the surge. His skin turned an unmistakable shade of blue, bubbles escaped his mouth whenever he attempted to speak, and he abruptly grew much larger than before.
The entire affair reminded me rather strongly of the sorts of pranks the fey delight in inflicting upon one another.
That thought inspired me.
I may have cast Enlarge upon Azure Eyes, making him larger still.
I regret nothing.
Eventually, we subdued the monkey and recovered our package before continuing toward our destination.
The directions led us to a forest clearing where a number of people danced in perfect rhythm around a small stage. They appeared utterly entranced by the performance. Our kobold companion immediately joined them. Whether they too had fallen under the enchantment or simply wished to participate, I cannot say.
Either way, it was rather adorable.
The enchantment ended abruptly when the drum driving the performance was destroyed. As its rhythm ceased, so too did the magic holding the dancers captive. Many collapsed from exhaustion before tearfully thanking us, while others quietly gathered themselves and hurried home.
It was certainly one of the stranger festivals I have attended.
After considerably more walking than I had anticipated, we finally reached the home of the drow's grandmother.
Having successfully delivered the package without opening it, we discovered its contents were simply food.
I confess I had expected something more mysterious.
The kindly woman invited us inside to wait until the festival had concluded before beginning our journey back to the Syndicate. We accepted her hospitality without hesitation.
It was, all things considered, a pleasantly uneventful ending to a decidedly peculiar day.
Merc
Lyss
Noba-Di
