Break out the fiddle and get a conga line going.
You fiddle nicely, but the mass of people are beginning to dissolve into more chaos than organized fun at this point. they seem to be getting tired, too. been a long day of poop and dancing and getting stepped on by trees.
I meant 'go after Dar'
You hover that way. You locate the little clearing he is in and note the existence of one human body and several sacks of something twitchy.
Sorry again for disappearing. There just hasn't seemed to be much to do that the others didn't already have handled.
So, the wedding either has happened or is happening, right? Anything out of the quote-unquote "ordinary"?
you don't even know what ordinary is in this context. Ah .... sadly, however, there is something very clearly out of the ordinary. All the Ents suddenly begin moving at rapid pace toward the east. Several of the more important types start shouting to each other and dashing about rather frantically. those that currently have weapons on them begin drawing them. some begin chanting.
Still-en-route to Dar.
You follow the Eye, a bit slower. You enter a clearing to encounter signs of a recent struggle, and what looks like a bloody dead corpse.
Flee and hide! Once out of sight, carefully sneak back back towards the clearing and observe whether the big twoleg is dead.
Dar'yajira whispers aggressively into his commstone as he runs "Cat has killed! Large twoleg carried off small one, was going to kill it! This one stopped it."
You do this and look at the corpse. yep, that's a corpse alright. looks like you were quick enough.
Get out of he river start heading to where my friend said get ready to fight via black magics/Unholy magics/dad's magic whatever you wanna call it if it feels like I safetly bring it out without pain.
You head out of the river and begin crossing the main clearing of the ceremony, only to notice some odd activity in the clearing. teh big tree guys are all leaving to the east, which is not the way Dar is. he is north by northwest. A lot of the prettier folk are all looking eastward, mumbling, chanting, drawing weapons and looking grim. The brightness in the sky changes color quite drastically all of a sudden, too. Tension is palpable in the air.