"We are clearly dealing with one who knows more than can be seen. For you to have recognized Hector as fae so quickly." Despite the joke, Gewyn's bow is polite and sincere, rather than sarcastic or ostentatious. "We would be glad to share tea and tales with one so wise as yourself."He walks forward, slowly crossing the 30 feet between them, and offers an arm to Delores.
"well it seems one of you has manners" Delores says as the pixie now with it's eyes on gewyn gives Delores more info, then disappears. In reaction she takes Gewyn's arm and begins to lead the group further I to the forest.
You can smell the clear waters of the lake before you see it, as Delores leads you to a modest moss covered wooden cabin sandwiched between the forest and the shore of said lake. A small chimney atop it gently wafts a light smoke over head and the sound of insects and wildlife has not dulled one bit. The trees give you ample cover from the winds of the plane of air and cause this lake to ripple gently in little repetitive waves.
Delores opens the door and enters into a homely and warm living space decorated with flowers and mosses. Taking some kind of bag and dipping it in a water barrel, Delores hangs the bag over the fire and adds some herbs, and takes a seat offering you all to do the same whilst the brew simmers.
"You have travelled great distances, I doubt just for me or the services you could find here, what is your group's purpose overall in this realm" she asks to no one in particular.
(You guys can roll away for perceptions or insights or whatever takes your fancy)
"The Treasury... Err, a big part of the city was about to fall on itself. We needed material from here to stop that. That's done... But we ran into some issues here we want to help out with, if we can, before returning home. Undead kobold armies, skeletal dragon gods and bears... Oh my," Sam explains.
"We came to you specifically because, at least partly, it's been suggested you can un-undeadify me. I got cursed this way after defending the portal between this realm and the next, filling in for the dragon... I think others may have their own business with you as well... And we had some time to kill before Ömertyr takes us to our next destination so we figured we may as well see the sights..."
((Sam isn't really the insightful or perceptive type... But he will kind of study this "Good Witch" to compare and contrast her from Witch Hazel. Kind of try to gauge if this one if more Hazel like or more Hag like... Nat 1 for 6, so yeah. That checks out.))
Elthana is quiet as they follow Delores to her home. She does appreciate that she is open with them and not on the defense immediately. But these thoughts then make her think.. why? Why wouldn't she be on the defense with the group that has come to her doorstep? True, they are with Hector.. but still.
She takes a seat and watches the woman, but she is glad when she hears Sam get right to the point about himself and doesn't try to hide or make light of it at this juncture.
"As Sam said more or less that is why we are here. Personally, I like to know about the history of this realm and its relationship to the main hub as Hector called it, but that can wait for the others to finish their business. More pressing issues such as Sam's errr condition"
Vin has also held back a little since this Delores mentioned her insights about the make up of the group, but he does have a question as he waits close to Neferox.
”You said you left the hub many, many years ago. Was that before the portals all closed? I am just wondering how you got here. I mean, I know Elves live a long time, just not quite sure how long compared to when the portals closed”.
Delores remains quiet and contemplative as the questions are asked, picking her words carefully for her eventual response. She then decides to first ladle out the tea, each of you is handed a cup of the steaming herbal brew, in an odd upturned and hollowed out mushroom head which has been dried and treated somehow to hold hot liquid comfortably.
Sitting once more and leaning her cane against her moss covered basket chair Delores begins answering. "I visited the treasury once, on my way here with my partner, I forget whether it was open or closed but it made no difference to her, the treasury was small, new, but that was so long ago I'm not surprised it had begun collapsing. Though I'm not sure why a collapsing old building requires a cross realm mission?...
Undead kobold army seems like a bad thing, they aren't on this isle are they?.
If you want to have that curse removed from you then I will take you to who you are really here to meet, my daughter. I came here long ago with my partner and now only live here with my daughter. I hope the pixies intrusion into your minds was not too uncomfortable, but when we have unknown visitors I believe caution is a priority over courtesy, I must protect my daughter, you understand.
Tell me more of how the material realm fares whilst you finish your teas"
Elthana makes herself comfortable and knowing that Hector trusts Delores, she decides to be as upfront as possible. "Well, it sounds like the Treasury has changed since you were last there. The entire district now floats above Marblestead and it was falling. We had to retrieve a lodestone from Lumithor to keep it from crashing down on the rest of the town. We did succeed, but I am glad to meet you. May I be so bold.. was it your daughter that rid Hector of his affliction? He seems very content now, thank you."
"I am sorry to hear of your partner, and think not of the pixies. We completely understand your want and need of protection. I would do the same if I had a daughter. As for the undead kobolds, no, they are not on this isle." She decides not to add the yet to this sentence.
Hector seems blindsided by the news that there even is a daughter, and tilts his head in confusion. "I know it has been many years" he says apologetically but still can't quite wrap his head around what is being said.
Delores, gives a sigh and answers elthana, "it was my partner who cured Hector, but things change... Now only myself and my girl remain. "
"The good witch is powerful, but I didn't think you and her were capable of making a... child together" hector says but gets a glare from Delores, wordlessly warning him for his rudeness.
"Things change hector, finish your tea." She scowls at him. As he looks down like a scolded schoolboy.
Muir seems to be confused and asks "I apologize for my inability to follow but you are Delores, your partner is no longer alive, whom you have a daughter with. The good witch is someone else entirely different or has your daughter become the good witch?"
"The treasury was just one building?" Sam asks, perhaps mostly to himself, and is a bit awestruck on just how old this woman would have to be... He didn't even know.
"I barely even noticed the things," he says of the pixies. "They must have recognized my good heart and pure intentions and paid more attention to the others. Must say I can't blame them, they are a squirrelly lot." He doesn't even try to hide his smirk.
When Hector questions the making of a daughter by Delores and her partner Sam squints a bit and looks at Hector then back to Delores and after a moment the idea dawns on him and he slightly nods to himself. If he was right then he supposed that would make the daughter making tricky... But he's seen far more jaw dropping things and certainly bigger magics.
"I would be honored to meet your daughter, if it is not too much trouble for you or her," Sam replies with a bit of a smile. "My condition is... Well, a mixed bag at best."
Delores gives a nod to Sam acknowledging his ramblings and noting the information on his curse, with the tea running empty, and her old frame rested enough she gets up, looking to Muir and his questions "all in good time, I'll let her explain... Come on, this time of day she likes to go see the whales..." And with that Delores picks up her walking stick and begins shuffling out the door, taking you all along the edge of the lake.
The breeze ripples the waters edge spraying the group with a light mist as they walk, the rocky outcroppings here and there make the well trid path wind to and fro, though Delores makes no fuss or complaint. As you round a corner following the doge of the lake it opens up wider than can be seen from the small house or the way you all entered the forest, upon a jagged crystal rock a young girl stands with her back to you all, as a giant flying whales circle over head. One blasts out of the water as the girl stands on her tip toes laughing, her hand stretched as high as it can over her head as she strokes the underside of the Blugufa which speeds past drenching her in lake water as it ascends and makes a deep vibrating vocalisation in what can only be assumed as a whales form of amusement.
As the girl watches the whales with her back to the group they notice several things, her hair is green and decorated with, now soaking, flowers, her clothes similarly waterlogged are made of some kind of hempen linen, same as Delores, and there is a familiar scarring in the back of this young girls legs, like that of a tree splintered and broken after splitting in two.
"Mireah! We have visitors" Delores calls out and the girl looks over, a smile on her face as quickly looks the group over from afar.
"How is it you have such an amazing... retreat?" Sam asks as they walk. "I just ask 'cause we've not seen a lot of wood or bodies of water like this. It seems remarkable that such exists here and to have it all to yourselves." It tells Sam that she and hers must be powerful indeed! The lack of wood alone around here and yet the abundance here? Sam cannot help but wonder why she hoards such lushness for herself and isn't doing more to help the people so close by who go without.
It is beautiful and a bit wondrous in it's stark difference from the rest of the island and all... And while walking Sam keeps an eye out to see if more of this land reminds him of the foliage and such he saw while they were fighting the Hag. It doesn't necessarily mean anything but yet... it could? Strange foliage can be made into strange brews, Sam thinks and recalls that there were shipments going back to Marblehead. They never did fully get to the root of that, did they? And the Mornlyf going from here to the Treasury. Well, not here here but this realm here. Still... There seems to be a whole hidden economy between the realms. If this Good Witch has similar foliage to the Hag it would pay to keep an eye out if they were making anything with it or not, he supposed. He'd have to try to remember to mention this thought to Muir. But memory was not his strong suit...
Sam lifts a hand in a half-hearted wave when Delores calls out to this Mireah and the girl turns to look. If he notices the scarring on the back of her legs ((probably unlikely for Sam, he's not overly observant and unlikely to be making a point to look. Let's say DC 15 for Sam? 24! Ok, Sam notices...)) Noticing the scarring on the back of the girl's legs, Sam side-eyes Delores and gives her an assessing look. The scarring doesn't look like abuse but he cannot help but wonder... ((Insight: 17))
Muir smiles knowing that his musings were correct, but says nothing to the others. Instead he asks "Hello Mireah. My name is Muir, I am a Keeper of the Woods. Perhaps you have heard of us while traveling through the main hub world? We are here, hoping you can help our friend Sam who was cursed defending the gate between this realm and the Shadow realm. I am sure the others have things they'd like to ask, so I will not wait until they are done. I have a few questions myself, but Sam's condition is more pressing as you can see by" Muir motions to his own face while looking at Sam and back to Mireah.
"Wait... Wait, wait, wait..." Sam says, holding up a hand to signal such while also obviously trying to think very hard. It's a rare sight and an obvious one on Sam.
"Mireah?" Sam asks. "Sister to Shionne?? One of the Trostani princesses?" Sam is cautious and wary but the question comes out as seen as the knowledge clicks in his head. "Sister to the Ha... Errr, Rynwell?" Sam swallows and wonders if perhaps there is a way to discreetly cover the pauldron on his shoulder in a nonchalant manner.
"We uh... We helped Shionne. This was back home. In the Hub realm, or whatever... Nice to meet you."
Elthana takes in the beauty of the place and there is a pull to stay in this area that she finds unsettling. There is so much to be done. She greets the girl as the others do, but other than noting her hair is green, nothing else really registers.
She finally pulls her attention to what the others are saying and as Shionne and Rynwell are mentioned.. that really kicks her attention into full gear. Who is this girl? She then looks to Delores with a question on her face, she doesn't know how to ask what she is thinking, but waits for more information to follow.
Gewyn freezes when Delores calls the girl's name. His hand shifts unconsciously to his mirror before he remembers it doesn't work in this realm. He catches his breath, palms sweaty. Then he says, just loud enough to be heard across the distance, uncertainty rippling his voice, "Mireah. How lovely to make your acquaintance My friend Spyro sends his regards." Then he watches her response with baited breath.
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"We are clearly dealing with one who knows more than can be seen. For you to have recognized Hector as fae so quickly." Despite the joke, Gewyn's bow is polite and sincere, rather than sarcastic or ostentatious. "We would be glad to share tea and tales with one so wise as yourself." He walks forward, slowly crossing the 30 feet between them, and offers an arm to Delores.
"well it seems one of you has manners" Delores says as the pixie now with it's eyes on gewyn gives Delores more info, then disappears. In reaction she takes Gewyn's arm and begins to lead the group further I to the forest.
You can smell the clear waters of the lake before you see it, as Delores leads you to a modest moss covered wooden cabin sandwiched between the forest and the shore of said lake. A small chimney atop it gently wafts a light smoke over head and the sound of insects and wildlife has not dulled one bit. The trees give you ample cover from the winds of the plane of air and cause this lake to ripple gently in little repetitive waves.
Delores opens the door and enters into a homely and warm living space decorated with flowers and mosses. Taking some kind of bag and dipping it in a water barrel, Delores hangs the bag over the fire and adds some herbs, and takes a seat offering you all to do the same whilst the brew simmers.
"You have travelled great distances, I doubt just for me or the services you could find here, what is your group's purpose overall in this realm" she asks to no one in particular.
(You guys can roll away for perceptions or insights or whatever takes your fancy)
"The Treasury... Err, a big part of the city was about to fall on itself. We needed material from here to stop that. That's done... But we ran into some issues here we want to help out with, if we can, before returning home. Undead kobold armies, skeletal dragon gods and bears... Oh my," Sam explains.
"We came to you specifically because, at least partly, it's been suggested you can un-undeadify me. I got cursed this way after defending the portal between this realm and the next, filling in for the dragon... I think others may have their own business with you as well... And we had some time to kill before Ömertyr takes us to our next destination so we figured we may as well see the sights..."
((Sam isn't really the insightful or perceptive type... But he will kind of study this "Good Witch" to compare and contrast her from Witch Hazel. Kind of try to gauge if this one if more Hazel like or more Hag like... Nat 1 for 6, so yeah. That checks out.))
Elthana is quiet as they follow Delores to her home. She does appreciate that she is open with them and not on the defense immediately. But these thoughts then make her think.. why? Why wouldn't she be on the defense with the group that has come to her doorstep? True, they are with Hector.. but still.
She takes a seat and watches the woman, but she is glad when she hears Sam get right to the point about himself and doesn't try to hide or make light of it at this juncture.
Insight: 25
"As Sam said more or less that is why we are here. Personally, I like to know about the history of this realm and its relationship to the main hub as Hector called it, but that can wait for the others to finish their business. More pressing issues such as Sam's errr condition"
Vin has also held back a little since this Delores mentioned her insights about the make up of the group, but he does have a question as he waits close to Neferox.
”You said you left the hub many, many years ago. Was that before the portals all closed? I am just wondering how you got here. I mean, I know Elves live a long time, just not quite sure how long compared to when the portals closed”.
Delores remains quiet and contemplative as the questions are asked, picking her words carefully for her eventual response. She then decides to first ladle out the tea, each of you is handed a cup of the steaming herbal brew, in an odd upturned and hollowed out mushroom head which has been dried and treated somehow to hold hot liquid comfortably.
Sitting once more and leaning her cane against her moss covered basket chair Delores begins answering. "I visited the treasury once, on my way here with my partner, I forget whether it was open or closed but it made no difference to her, the treasury was small, new, but that was so long ago I'm not surprised it had begun collapsing. Though I'm not sure why a collapsing old building requires a cross realm mission?...
Undead kobold army seems like a bad thing, they aren't on this isle are they?.
If you want to have that curse removed from you then I will take you to who you are really here to meet, my daughter. I came here long ago with my partner and now only live here with my daughter. I hope the pixies intrusion into your minds was not too uncomfortable, but when we have unknown visitors I believe caution is a priority over courtesy, I must protect my daughter, you understand.
Tell me more of how the material realm fares whilst you finish your teas"
Elthana makes herself comfortable and knowing that Hector trusts Delores, she decides to be as upfront as possible. "Well, it sounds like the Treasury has changed since you were last there. The entire district now floats above Marblestead and it was falling. We had to retrieve a lodestone from Lumithor to keep it from crashing down on the rest of the town. We did succeed, but I am glad to meet you. May I be so bold.. was it your daughter that rid Hector of his affliction? He seems very content now, thank you."
"I am sorry to hear of your partner, and think not of the pixies. We completely understand your want and need of protection. I would do the same if I had a daughter. As for the undead kobolds, no, they are not on this isle." She decides not to add the yet to this sentence.
Hector seems blindsided by the news that there even is a daughter, and tilts his head in confusion. "I know it has been many years" he says apologetically but still can't quite wrap his head around what is being said.
Delores, gives a sigh and answers elthana, "it was my partner who cured Hector, but things change... Now only myself and my girl remain. "
"The good witch is powerful, but I didn't think you and her were capable of making a... child together" hector says but gets a glare from Delores, wordlessly warning him for his rudeness.
"Things change hector, finish your tea." She scowls at him. As he looks down like a scolded schoolboy.
Muir seems to be confused and asks "I apologize for my inability to follow but you are Delores, your partner is no longer alive, whom you have a daughter with. The good witch is someone else entirely different or has your daughter become the good witch?"
"The treasury was just one building?" Sam asks, perhaps mostly to himself, and is a bit awestruck on just how old this woman would have to be... He didn't even know.
"I barely even noticed the things," he says of the pixies. "They must have recognized my good heart and pure intentions and paid more attention to the others. Must say I can't blame them, they are a squirrelly lot." He doesn't even try to hide his smirk.
When Hector questions the making of a daughter by Delores and her partner Sam squints a bit and looks at Hector then back to Delores and after a moment the idea dawns on him and he slightly nods to himself. If he was right then he supposed that would make the daughter making tricky... But he's seen far more jaw dropping things and certainly bigger magics.
"I would be honored to meet your daughter, if it is not too much trouble for you or her," Sam replies with a bit of a smile. "My condition is... Well, a mixed bag at best."
Delores gives a nod to Sam acknowledging his ramblings and noting the information on his curse, with the tea running empty, and her old frame rested enough she gets up, looking to Muir and his questions "all in good time, I'll let her explain... Come on, this time of day she likes to go see the whales..." And with that Delores picks up her walking stick and begins shuffling out the door, taking you all along the edge of the lake.
The breeze ripples the waters edge spraying the group with a light mist as they walk, the rocky outcroppings here and there make the well trid path wind to and fro, though Delores makes no fuss or complaint. As you round a corner following the doge of the lake it opens up wider than can be seen from the small house or the way you all entered the forest, upon a jagged crystal rock a young girl stands with her back to you all, as a giant flying whales circle over head. One blasts out of the water as the girl stands on her tip toes laughing, her hand stretched as high as it can over her head as she strokes the underside of the Blugufa which speeds past drenching her in lake water as it ascends and makes a deep vibrating vocalisation in what can only be assumed as a whales form of amusement.
As the girl watches the whales with her back to the group they notice several things, her hair is green and decorated with, now soaking, flowers, her clothes similarly waterlogged are made of some kind of hempen linen, same as Delores, and there is a familiar scarring in the back of this young girls legs, like that of a tree splintered and broken after splitting in two.
"Mireah! We have visitors" Delores calls out and the girl looks over, a smile on her face as quickly looks the group over from afar.
"How is it you have such an amazing... retreat?" Sam asks as they walk. "I just ask 'cause we've not seen a lot of wood or bodies of water like this. It seems remarkable that such exists here and to have it all to yourselves." It tells Sam that she and hers must be powerful indeed! The lack of wood alone around here and yet the abundance here? Sam cannot help but wonder why she hoards such lushness for herself and isn't doing more to help the people so close by who go without.
It is beautiful and a bit wondrous in it's stark difference from the rest of the island and all... And while walking Sam keeps an eye out to see if more of this land reminds him of the foliage and such he saw while they were fighting the Hag. It doesn't necessarily mean anything but yet... it could? Strange foliage can be made into strange brews, Sam thinks and recalls that there were shipments going back to Marblehead. They never did fully get to the root of that, did they? And the Mornlyf going from here to the Treasury. Well, not here here but this realm here. Still... There seems to be a whole hidden economy between the realms. If this Good Witch has similar foliage to the Hag it would pay to keep an eye out if they were making anything with it or not, he supposed. He'd have to try to remember to mention this thought to Muir. But memory was not his strong suit...
Sam lifts a hand in a half-hearted wave when Delores calls out to this Mireah and the girl turns to look. If he notices the scarring on the back of her legs ((probably unlikely for Sam, he's not overly observant and unlikely to be making a point to look. Let's say DC 15 for Sam? 24! Ok, Sam notices...)) Noticing the scarring on the back of the girl's legs, Sam side-eyes Delores and gives her an assessing look. The scarring doesn't look like abuse but he cannot help but wonder... ((Insight: 17))
Muir smiles knowing that his musings were correct, but says nothing to the others. Instead he asks "Hello Mireah. My name is Muir, I am a Keeper of the Woods. Perhaps you have heard of us while traveling through the main hub world? We are here, hoping you can help our friend Sam who was cursed defending the gate between this realm and the Shadow realm. I am sure the others have things they'd like to ask, so I will not wait until they are done. I have a few questions myself, but Sam's condition is more pressing as you can see by" Muir motions to his own face while looking at Sam and back to Mireah.
"Wait... Wait, wait, wait..." Sam says, holding up a hand to signal such while also obviously trying to think very hard. It's a rare sight and an obvious one on Sam.
"Mireah?" Sam asks. "Sister to Shionne?? One of the Trostani princesses?" Sam is cautious and wary but the question comes out as seen as the knowledge clicks in his head. "Sister to the Ha... Errr, Rynwell?" Sam swallows and wonders if perhaps there is a way to discreetly cover the pauldron on his shoulder in a nonchalant manner.
"We uh... We helped Shionne. This was back home. In the Hub realm, or whatever... Nice to meet you."
Muir smiles excitedly "You do listen to me afterall!"
"Huh?" Sam asks, confused.
Muir shakes his head "Osmosis then....."
Elthana takes in the beauty of the place and there is a pull to stay in this area that she finds unsettling. There is so much to be done. She greets the girl as the others do, but other than noting her hair is green, nothing else really registers.
She finally pulls her attention to what the others are saying and as Shionne and Rynwell are mentioned.. that really kicks her attention into full gear. Who is this girl? She then looks to Delores with a question on her face, she doesn't know how to ask what she is thinking, but waits for more information to follow.
Gewyn freezes when Delores calls the girl's name. His hand shifts unconsciously to his mirror before he remembers it doesn't work in this realm. He catches his breath, palms sweaty. Then he says, just loud enough to be heard across the distance, uncertainty rippling his voice, "Mireah. How lovely to make your acquaintance My friend Spyro sends his regards." Then he watches her response with baited breath.