Crystal runs towards where the hags turned invisible and disappeared "That's right, RUN!" she declares!  After staring for a bit to see if they re-appear, she turns back to the group "Nicely done guys n gals!" she then looks down at Azirssa and pokes her with her staff "are we sure she's dead?" she gives an inquisitive look towards G and Ecko.  She moves over towards Eralynn and places a hand on her shoulder "You OK dear?  You looked a bit panicked there for a bit" she then gives her a bit of a hug just to re-assure her.

Eralynn breathed a sigh of relief and looked noticeably more calm. One hag is one thing, but three? That would have gotten messy.

I'm ok now. That was a little intense. she scribbled and smiled.

(Mobile)

”That was great!” Ecko cheerily yells, woefully unaware his life was just in great peril a moment before. He gives a feathery thumbs-up to the party members before rechecking his explosive equipment and merrily trotting off in the direction of the tower. “Come on! The coven’s broken. Let’s break some paintings. Promise me you’ll let me use my flamethrower on them?”

You can do whatever you want as long as we hurry the **** up and do what we gotta do so we can go home. she signed.

We climbed the tower quickly and reached a room that appeared to be where the victims of the hags lived. Piles of straw and moth-eaten blankets had been set up in the room as rough beds, and broken furniture and garbage is scattered around. In contrast to the squalor, four fine paintings hang along the curved outer wall. Each one is hauntingly beautiful—but also strangely unnerving to look upon.

A brawny, female, golden-scaled dragonborn warrior engaged in battle.
A tall male tiefling with sparkling violet eyes wearing many fine jewels.
A youthful male shield dwarf dancing at a feast.
A radiant female moon elf gazing upon her own reflection.

They look very flammable.

Crystal follows along as the group enters the tower and eventually finds the room containing the four paintings.  "They do look flammable...Ecko, have at it!" She then snaps her fingers on her right hand and a flame appears above her index finger "You need a light?"

"Agreed, let's get this taken care of and get the hell outta this godsforsaken hag hole."  Garmus grumbles as he stands with arms crossed.  "Although, I suppose we have ta wait fer that drow fella to get back with help for Ysa."

This place gives me the ******* creeps.

Ecko flashes a beaky grin at Crystal before bringing out his flamethrower fashioned from scraps of metal. The machine quivers as if unstable. Ecko delights in his invention. At the last moment, he remembers to flip on some safety glasses and - FWOOMPH - lights the paintings up. 

Perhaps Ecko was a pyromaniac. Burning things was just so fun!

The paintings begin to burn, but not hot or fast enough. Do it again.

Crystal will join Ecko in burning the paintings by casting Burning Hands while he uses his 'Flamethrower'!  She looks over to Ecko "This is fun!"

As the paintings burn, a soft magical explosion reveals that whatever curse had been in effect because of these paintings has ended, however, the people that were painted in the paintings are no where to be found. Yet.

Crystal watches as the painting slowly burn and then pop and fizzle with a soft magical explosion "Well....that was interesting.  You think that released Falthrax?  We should go look for him" she suggests.

I agree. Good idea.

"Does this lift the curse on the snake headed woman in the other building?"  Garmus asked, not quite remembering their conversation.

"I think that's what Ecko said that Llmar had said.... that doesn't sound confusing at all, shit... I think so.  Let's go find out." Crystal turns and starts heading off towards the shrine where Sylvarie was being kept.  "Besides, there's a prize in that pool that she promised if we were able to break this curse."

Ilmar is at the base of the tower calling out to you all, he is consoling a dwarf and a dragonborn who are, apparently, free from a terrible curse.

Ecko casually stows his flamethrower and skips down the stairs, throwing two fingerguns and a smile at the dragonborn and dwarf from the curse. “That’s two of four. Welcome back. I take all the credit. Hey, Ilmar! You have what’s necessary to restore Ysa, right?” he chirps in his usual array of voices, gesturing and entering the temple where Sylvarie was being kept. 

Once inside, he throws a Disguise self spell to make himself appear nearly a hundred years old with bald patches of feathers, a hunch, and wrinkled skin. He turns towards Crystal. “Hey - hey Crystal, how much do you think is believable for Ysa to be fooled? Twenty years as a statue? Thirty? Fifty?”

Crystal starts laughing “That’s a mean practical joke…I love it. Go for 50!” She waits with anticipation to see Ysabell’s reaction.

He whips out a scroll. "One restoration scroll, free of charge." he declared. The dragonborn and the dwarf look at all of you coming down the stairs and can hardly contain their happiness and thanks at finally being free of the hag's curse. At the door, a beautiful wood elf stares at Ilmar in complete disbelief, and Ilmar stares at her. They embrace.

Ilmar and Syvarie were finally reunited.