Wastes of Shello - Group 1

[The_Snark]

Etain

Etain rises smoothly from her chair, one hand going to her waist and slipping something out of a pocket there: a wooden flute, just under a foot long and made of an odd blue-tinted metal. She raises the flute to her mouth, and begins to play, a short lyrical melody that takes hold of the mind and evokes the sound of rushing wind. A faint breeze actually does swirl about the table, caressing those about the table, and they feel... lighter, as if they could leap into the air and never come down. When Etain lowers the flute only a few seconds later, she is smiling.

"Well, then. Shall we go to meet them?"

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Fell Flight with Eldritch Symphony; 12 uses of bardic music left. Everybody affected gets a 60' flight speed, Good maneuverability. Enjoy!