As Mychasi leads the way beneath the catacombs underneath the great tree, it occurs to some of you that the water that surrounded the massive structure is not filling up the underground area. The tunnels must have taken ages to dig, as they are expansive, often leading into entire underground rooms. All of the passages are lit by strange glowing plants that the party has never seen. Mychasi calls them 'glowplants' amid his ramblings, although he also refers to them as 'mycena', although none of the names sound familiar. As the party travels through the tunnels, fey of all sizes greet the travelers with stares, jibes, and occasionally pranks. The group is tripped every few hundred feet by a giggling little creature or illusions are cast to mock the group. The fey either don't seem to realize or don't seem to care that their antics may be hurtful to the group.
Different venues are passed where groups of fey of specific varieties have gather and are telling stories or jokes. The party is invited to sit in on numerous occasions, and they seem to be as accepted at the same time as being mocked. Mychasi is also the brunt of many jokes, although his fiery temper tends to scare away any would-be "assailants".
How does the group act towards the mocking? Do you put up with it, trying to find the humor the creatures are attempting, or do you resist it as Mychasi does?
As you continue through the maze, Mychasi eventually leads you to a root that he climbs up. The root is coiled such that it can be easily climbed by those without wings. It creaks under the weight of the heavy warforged, but it does not break. Now, the party is walking through hallways where the trees have actually grown on their own to create the structure. As they wander through hallways, the trees give way to entire rooms that seem to have grown naturally! Unlike the underground passages that were dug, it doesn't appear that any hands played a part in the creation of these structures. Instead, it is an entire city grown naturally! When questioned, Mychasi rambles on about a spell that shapes the trees as the fey desire without actually hurting the trees.
Throughout the city, there are many separate structures. Each separate structure is devoted to a different family. The fey seem to maintain very strong familial bonds. On one occasion, the party passes one of the druids who had come through to this plane with them. Apparently, he is not talking to "her", either. As the group explores the city within the trees, their path continues upwards. Apparently, the city is quite layered, with various levels devoted to different species of fey. There are some fey that offer food and drink, although there does not seem to be any system of payment. When a fey passes by who wants something, they simply leave something else behind of their choice. The item left behind could be a feather, a stone, or even a prank played upon the one who gave away the item or service. The fey seem to lack the concept of economy, with the only form of payment being the tradition of gift-giving that the group was informed about.
Some of the fey seem interested in the group, although few speak Common, so communication is extremely limited. Throughout, Mychasi is describing everything, even as you are looking at it.
If items intrigue you, they are all free, so I can give you a list of items that you can receive, should you desire. If there is a specific item that you are looking for, ask, and I will tell you if you can find it. Keep in mind that the fey have no use for most mundane items that you would find. Items they find interesting tend to be trinkets that the common races find worthless, much like the ones described above. Trying to detect magic here is next to impossible. The entirety of the city is covered in transmutations, illusions, and abjurations. Distinguishing individual auras is possible, but confusing, as they are frequently overlapped by illusion, making anyone detecting magic wonder if what they are seeing really exists at all!
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