Upon reaching the mostly unused cabin the fae (the term pixie would be simultaneously correct and incorrect at this point) begins work without much ado. Stepping off into the wood she returns with a sack full of leaves, dragging as well another sack of candy from beneath her bed.
Sitting on the floor she begins the long process, chewing a particular candy and then slowly stretching it until the sugars form thin wispy threads much like a spider's silk. With this webbing she begins to bind the leaves together, occasionally weaving in a scrap of bright red or glittery fabric. By the time she nears finishing, the entire mass looks a bit like a butterfly's cocoon, with dolls or candy peeking through the layers in places. And shaped just a bit like a coffin.
With a last glance at those bound or volunteering to watch the cocoon she nods, jokingly touching a few fingers to her temple and saluting as she steps inside and lifts the lid. There are a few minutes of quiet rustling as she secures the lid to the rest of the contraption, and then...quiet. With the occasional quiet purr that suggests a Ripper in deep sleep.
As night falls, even deep purring ends and hissing begins. Within the depths of the construction come roars, screams, and crying. The cocoon barely moves, and the sugar strings have hardened into a sort of tough shell that could likely withstand swordblows. Even so every so often the entire bundle twitches and a bright red glow shimmers through the openings and then fades again. Inside the sounds vary from those of an angry predator to those of a fearful or even injured child. Duress has made the change faster but more difficult.
[OOG note: This continues until morning unless otherwise noted for those watching the cabin.]
Rasiri glances at Astrum and tosses him a pen out of his pouch. He slides backward into the shadows in Ripper's cabin. He has a very worried face and is visibly concerned about what is going on inside, he even goes so far as to poke at the hard candy shell with his killing blow knife in a concerned attempt to see what is befalling the Fairy inside.
The cocoon gives no quarter to the knife, and inside little can be seen save moving shadows against the red glow.
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Finally, just after the sun rises the commotion dies down again. The cocoon bows outward in places, stretching morbidly and distending like an over-ripe fruit. With a growl [Strength 2] a pale, black-nailed hand splits the shell and stretches into the room, fingers flexing as if testing the muscles to be sure they haven't atrophied. A second hand follows, and the pair rip the shell open enough to allow the sylph's passage out. She says nothing, and judging appearance alone seems mostly unchanged. Hair a bit redder perhaps, lips and lids grey as if they'd been painted with kohl, eyes still dark as they had been the night before (but such things were easily transmutable to the fae). Reaching down for her weapon and shield, as well as a small pouch she pushes the door of the cabin with her foot. A cringe and hiss signal the moment that early morning light touches her skin and drains her vampiric strength, but she doesn't stop until she's gone far enough to sit on the top step of the cabin's entrance, perching a cigarette between dark lips and lighting it carefully with a tindertwig. Glancing back inside, she speaks, voice a bit lower and still as serious as it had been the night before.
"It's done. You're free to leave for your training Astrum. Rasiri..." Ripper holds a second cigarette toward the uordeq as she exhales a waft of smoke from the corner of her mouth.
"Marvelous performance Ripper! I say, fantastic! After you have recovered, I would like to have a word in private with you, but that can come later. Rest and recover now!"
With that, Astrum scurries off, a new idea forming in his mind. He sneakily slides the pen in his sleeve, gives a quick glance around to make sure noone saw, then carries on.
Thalenir walks up to Ripper and Rasiri, casting little more than a passing glance at Astrum but saying nothing. A small deer follows closely at his heels, strangely infatuated with him.
"There won't be any need for that," he smiles at Ripper. "I've brought you breakfast. I hope it's to your liking. It's quite charmed at the moment, but that will probably fade soon, so I suggest you dig in. I figured you could have a nice meal now, then I could take the corpse back to the tavern and the rest of us could have venison for dinner. That should appease the druids, I think. Waste not, want not."
He takes a seat next to the two of them, politely declining if he is offered a troll stick. "I wanted to thank you, Rasiri. I'm sure you didn't do it for me, but you and Grall showed real solidarity in light of yesterday's events. It occurred to me that, since I'm no longer Magistrate, I am now eligible to be in a guild."
"Ripper, Rasiri, what do the two of you say? Do you have any interest in such an arrangement? Haven has already agreed, and I hoped to approach Grall, Taklinn, and Glimmer, as well."
Ripper tamps out the last ember of the stick, tucking its remains into an empty pouch as she levels her stare on the deer. Understanding now how disturbing her hunger might be to the others and their civilized nature she breaks the gaze.
"If you'll have me after this chaos, I would be pleased with that. All of you showed incredible understanding and loyalty, you could have been placing yourselves in a lot of danger if reason hadn't won out. It also solves the problem of trying to determine if the Wryenn fair is still a guild in the eyes of the council with its leader...unavailable, and the majority of its members traveling. Pardon me for a moment."
Moving faster than one might expect for her pixie self, the sylph moves closer to the deer and carefully coaxes it 'round the corner of the cabin before its thrall can fade. If only to spare them the sight of what is to follow.
"Thank you very much Thalenir, i am loyal to my friends adn i do believe i got close to Ripper and Grall and the other people of the town. I have come to love this town. And if you are willing to join a guild now, Thalenir, I do believe i have one. I will even make you group-leader, you are very wise and i respect you a lot. I would do most anything for this town, but more importantly I would do anything for the people in it. I am greatly saddened by the loss of Sir Dreygor and i am just hoping not to lose anyone else to the silver tounged devils of this town. And no thanks Ripper i do not use those... But i will comment on the fact that that sounded very very violent, i was concerned, are you ok?" Rasiri gently pushes Ripper's hand down and gives her a hug. "I am highly concerned about certain people, and i do believe we should go find Sir Stiers."
Astrum has a notebook out, jotting notes furiously the entire time. When he sees Ripper has finished, he plops down on the floor and unrolls a large chart that had been concealed in his cloak. Onlookers can see constelations with indecipherable scribble surrounding them, and seemingly meaningless equations. Astrum then pulls out a triple beam balance, also a mystery, and looks towards Rasiri.
"I say chap, you wouldn't happen to have a pen would you?"