Mireah smiles, "he was a quiet man, but when he did open his mouth he'd have everyone rolling around laughing, he was definitely one to pick his moments. But at the time it was like that for tieflings, they weren't well liked, which is a shame, he was such a softie, sang beautifully. Though he didn't like to play often, he left that to me. In an odd way he reminded me of home. An unexpected treasure that others judged based on looks. Not everything is what is seems and such like, his name was Tibalt."
Elthana smiles at Sam, "No... the ring has not stopped my nightmares."
"Yeah well... it's a long story." she tells Mireah. "And I'm enjoying hearing your story, it is quite remarkable and you yourself seem to be quite resilient. Also, I know Muir is bursting... I can wait."
Sam moves over a bit closer to Elthana before reaching out and gently touching her arm for her attention. "Can, maybe. Should you though?" he asks quietly. "We could all die of boredom before Muir finishes... If she can help, get the help." He says it gently but firmly, doing his best to keep his voice low enough so only Elthana hears him. The alchohol did hit him hard though so... But still, he is trying to encourage not force. After saying his piece he drops it.
“Oh love with a tiefling. These tiefling types sure do make their rounds eh?” Muir leaves that linger a second not making eye contact with anyone “Tibalt is the father of all 4 of your children then? Your Hazelnuts are presumably in our world, the hub then? What did they look like when you last saw them?”
"all four yes, they're maybe still living in the same place, it's been a long long time so I doubt it, surely they'd have moved on? They liked all kinds of forms, but I think Hathi had a special lizardfolk character she would play, zeya had one who was so funny, ohh what was it, a green something... And lastly elyn, she love to swim but weirdly would change into a tabaxi to do it, it freaked the other tabaxi locals out and she had to stop after a while because it was drawing too much attention and ire" mireah giggles, reminiscing and remembering old times, times before anyone of the party were born.
Vin is about to answer Mireah when she launches into her life history, and so waits patiently as he listens in rapt fascination.
"Your family sounds amazing. Gewyn's family as well, I guess". He decides not to bring up the other question right now, to give Gewyn a chance to learn more. "And you are at least a quarter Tiefling and a quarter Fae, Gewyn. I wonder what the rest of your ancestry is".
Muir smiles “A Lizardfolk! I wonder if she’s ever met Gore. He’s been alive for ….well he doesn’t talk about his age haha. This is all very interesting to learn about. We can look for them as a thank you for the help and send word back to you here when we found them if you’d like? Once we are done in this realm they will need your help here. We can certainly help you in our realm and I’m sure Gewyn would like to meet his aunts.”
“I do have another question. You mentioned you met some Druids…Which ones did you meet and befriend?”
"They will need Mireah's help? What about us?", Vin asks, really wanting to explore the idea of bringing back Vox Tontritor to help them.
"If Vox Tontritor can be restored to life, she can hopefully wipe out the undead kobolds", he says to Muir before turning to Mireah. "Vox Tontritor is the deity hereabouts, the creator of this realm I think. But she was defeated and turned undead by the one whose undead army it is we need to stop. There is more, but it is not really my story to tell", he adds a little guiltily at potentially bringing the mood down.
Elthana nods to Sam, stands and puts a hand on Vin's shoulder, she knows his concern is right even if Mireah is in a jovial mood and the conversation was pretty light hearted. They needed to get things sorted out.
"Muir, figuring out family trees and who knows who is not important right now, these are things that can be discussed when we have time and at leisure. Vin is right, we are in a dire situation right now and it needs to be figured out. Mireah, I know you're enjoying yourself, and rightly so, but can we discuss a situation that we are hoping to get your help on? You and Delores?"
"Tontritor? What about Lumithor?" Sam asks, not quite incredulously but perhaps with a mix of disbelief and unrealized hope? "I mean I am amazed at what she did for me, and thankful of course..."
Sam turns to Mireah and smile. "Really, I can never thank you enough... And I don't mean to doubt your abilities or anything, I just don't understand magics and these kinds of powers and things. I find it hard to believe fixing me wouldn't be child's play compared to fixing an undead dragon god. But..." And here is where a hope Sam can't really bring himself to hope for lives... "You seem to be... In charge or rebirth or some such? If there was any chance you could do something about Tontritor then surely you could help Lumithor? They are not nearly as bad off. Perhaps you could... I don't know... rebirth a body back around their bones so that they would be more than just a spirit or something?"
Muir smiles "We need help here yes. If Mireah is able to help us here we should welcome it. Mireah can let us know the extent of her power....Bringing back a God from being undead or Lumithor back from being dead....Both or one or the other, who knows.... As for my questions, I will wait to ask them again. By all means tell the story and what it is we need help with."
"oh there was druids all over the woods, from the forests that spanned from the east to the west, I travelled with them for some time, guardians of the forest or something." Mireah chirps to Muir as she digs into her food.
At the questioning of what is to be done for this realm becomes the main topic of conversation, Mireah becomes a little overwhelmed by the slight disagreements, "ok, ok,, hang on... firstly yes, I am technicallly still wielding powers belonging to the princess of spring, of rebirth and change, an aspect of the season, but Sam, your curse was afflicted upon you by an item, it made you undead until it could no longer have an effect upon you. Hectors was more complicated, a dark ritual undeath which was effecively a disease, it altered the physiology of him until that disease could be cured, but the lasting damage of prolonged life will stay with hector now" as Mireah looks to Hector he gives a guilty shrug at the outing of some secret he has been keeping from you all, "I'm sorry I didnt tell you all, but since I was cured I'm aging rapidly, I've only got a couple of years left" he shrugs and gives a wan smile before Mireah continues, "There are levels and variations in undeath, do you know what kind this Vox Tontri-person has? and you never explained what you meant by army of undead kobolds? I mean it's pretty self explanatory and sounds as scary as the hells but like... what?? and Elthana, your soul thing? you mentioned a soul thing... giving you nightmares?"
Delores stands as she sees Mireah getting worked up and goes over to put a hand on her shoulder, "calm dear, you try to help too much you know you need to pace yourself until you're grown or you'll just exhaust yourself, hmm?" turning to Elthana, Delores gives a nod, "go ahead young girl, tell your story."
Muir quickly states in as few words as possible before Elthana tells her story "The Kobolds have been poisoned, killed, and preserved to be sent to a necromancer who has built an army with them in this realm."
Elthana stares at Hector. Very much taken aback by Mireah's revelation. She finally found what she is considering an actual family member that she can trust... and she only has a couple of years? And not only that, she wanted to take him home to see Mori, but if that's all the time he has... she doesn't think he'll go.
Taking a deep breath, she looks to her friends. "I'm going to try and tell them everything, but I'm sure I'll forget some details, feel free to add whatever I missed, I'm not trying to hold anything back." She takes a long drink of her wine and sets it down.
"Have you heard of Nivara? Since you've known Hector a long time and since she is the one that inflicted Hector in the first place, I'm assuming you do. Well... from what I understand, my soul is made out of a fraction of hers. She made me. I wasn't supposed to wake until she died, but I think she became undead and that was enough to bring me to life."
She pauses here a bit, not exactly feeling embarrassed by the situation, but a little.. she's not sure why, it isn't her fault. But at the same time, she feels a bit guilty that the elf that created her is also responsible for such destruction, such horrors.
"She is the reason I have nightmares. I haven't always had them? They have arisen since I have become aware of her. So maybe.. she knows that I am aware of her? We did try to scry on her and I was able to see her, she looks like a lich. That was when I saw the army of undead kobolds. They are filling the skin of an astral dreadnaught (she describes it as I don't think she knows what it is). It is an incredible sight. As Muir said, I think she is collecting these kobolds for a force of some kind. I feel she is waiting for something before attacking... I believe it is me."
She wracks her brain for other information, but honestly, that's how she sees it. She looks to the others if there is anything else that she missed. It is possible.. she's been trying to not think about it lately.
"Sure, sure," Sam says as Mireah explains the causes of Hector's and his own undeath and how the cause affects what she can do. "They're full on dragons or more. I didn't think it would be an easy thing for you, or anyone, to fix..." He suddenly feels embarrassed, as if he was asking the world of the girl when really he had just meant to suggest to Vin that he was asking for too much. But... she didn't say she couldn't. She does move on to Elthana and her problems though and Sam is far more interested in getting that dealt with so he shuts up and listens... He does raise an eyebrow about Hector and his dying soon but, truthfully, Sam barely knows the guy and he doesn't get too worked up about it. Sure, he's not dumb enough to say such, he knows Elthana is likely to take it hard, but he himself? Not so much.
"Mornlyf," Sam says, naming the foul poison used on the kobolds when Muir mentions it, and digs the empty bottle out of his backpack in case they want proof. He does have a full bottle of the stuff but he'd rather not bandy it around quite yet...
Sam begins to reach out a hand to place reassuringly on Elthana's back as she starts... But hesitates and stops. Instead he silently nods when she suggests they can chime in if she forgets anything but he cannot imagine remembering something she has forgotten.
Mireah sits in stunned silence for a moment processing the information, then her eyes blink slowly out of unison and she drains another glass. "Woah, that's... Well, that's alot. I guess i asked for that. The way I see it, if you share your soul with this woman, Nivara... Wait that's your sister right Hector...? Anyway if you share your soul with her or you are a fragment of her, and then she's figured out a way to telepathically connect with you, I'm not sure I can help you stop that. There are wards that you could maybe have placed on you during sleep but I'm not sure if they would work, and if they did you have to cast them every night... Does she meet you in her dream or yours? If it's your dream just remember, with resiliency and discipline you control your own dreams hmm?... A good life lesson for everyone, nightmares or not.
The awakening is the thing that interests me the most though, how old are you, y'know since awakening? Because if Nivara was a vampire before you woke, well vampire enough to turn hector here then she must have done something different to upgrade her undeath and that is what awoke you. I think what you said is right on the gold, do you know how a lich is made?" At this point mirrah is slurring her words just a little and not fully understanding the sensitivity of the topic and so Delores gives her another bowl of the noodle soup and places Mireah's mug out of reach. Mirrah herself is too invested in how Elthana and the rest of you may respond to notice her sudden lack of strong elven wine.
Gewyn, letting Spyro sniff his drink, snaps his attention to the conversation when his family comes up. "A tiefling, you say?"though whatever his thoughts about that, he keeps them to himself for now.
He listens along to the rest of the conversation, starting to realize how affected he is by the wine, and not trusting himself to chime in with insight. Instead he seems to chew on Mireah's words, thinking over everything in his slowed mind. Then, as Mireah mentions the lich, Gewyn stands up and exclaims, "Wait, you said my aunts were in the northwest harvesting marble?! Does..."then he looks around at the serious faces and realizes the conversation has gotten ahead of him. "Sorry, don't mind me. I'll bring it up later." He bows to Elthana and says again, "Sorry, El. Proceed."
"I don't recall specifically about Liches, but I think I know what Vox Tontritor and the kobolds are now. Zombies", Vin says with a small measure of certainty. "The sort of mindless undead that won't pose a problem to Nivara by having an opinion".
Beyond that, he waits for Elthana to reply, pretty certain Mireah was actually asking her not the group.
He does spend a moment thinking about Liches though.
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Mireah smiles, "he was a quiet man, but when he did open his mouth he'd have everyone rolling around laughing, he was definitely one to pick his moments. But at the time it was like that for tieflings, they weren't well liked, which is a shame, he was such a softie, sang beautifully. Though he didn't like to play often, he left that to me. In an odd way he reminded me of home. An unexpected treasure that others judged based on looks. Not everything is what is seems and such like, his name was Tibalt."
Elthana smiles at Sam, "No... the ring has not stopped my nightmares."
"Yeah well... it's a long story." she tells Mireah. "And I'm enjoying hearing your story, it is quite remarkable and you yourself seem to be quite resilient. Also, I know Muir is bursting... I can wait."
Sam moves over a bit closer to Elthana before reaching out and gently touching her arm for her attention. "Can, maybe. Should you though?" he asks quietly. "We could all die of boredom before Muir finishes... If she can help, get the help." He says it gently but firmly, doing his best to keep his voice low enough so only Elthana hears him. The alchohol did hit him hard though so... But still, he is trying to encourage not force. After saying his piece he drops it.
“Oh love with a tiefling. These tiefling types sure do make their rounds eh?” Muir leaves that linger a second not making eye contact with anyone “Tibalt is the father of all 4 of your children then? Your Hazelnuts are presumably in our world, the hub then? What did they look like when you last saw them?”
"all four yes, they're maybe still living in the same place, it's been a long long time so I doubt it, surely they'd have moved on? They liked all kinds of forms, but I think Hathi had a special lizardfolk character she would play, zeya had one who was so funny, ohh what was it, a green something... And lastly elyn, she love to swim but weirdly would change into a tabaxi to do it, it freaked the other tabaxi locals out and she had to stop after a while because it was drawing too much attention and ire" mireah giggles, reminiscing and remembering old times, times before anyone of the party were born.
Vin is about to answer Mireah when she launches into her life history, and so waits patiently as he listens in rapt fascination.
"Your family sounds amazing. Gewyn's family as well, I guess". He decides not to bring up the other question right now, to give Gewyn a chance to learn more. "And you are at least a quarter Tiefling and a quarter Fae, Gewyn. I wonder what the rest of your ancestry is".
Muir smiles “A Lizardfolk! I wonder if she’s ever met Gore. He’s been alive for ….well he doesn’t talk about his age haha. This is all very interesting to learn about. We can look for them as a thank you for the help and send word back to you here when we found them if you’d like? Once we are done in this realm they will need your help here. We can certainly help you in our realm and I’m sure Gewyn would like to meet his aunts.”
“I do have another question. You mentioned you met some Druids…Which ones did you meet and befriend?”
"They will need Mireah's help? What about us?", Vin asks, really wanting to explore the idea of bringing back Vox Tontritor to help them.
"If Vox Tontritor can be restored to life, she can hopefully wipe out the undead kobolds", he says to Muir before turning to Mireah. "Vox Tontritor is the deity hereabouts, the creator of this realm I think. But she was defeated and turned undead by the one whose undead army it is we need to stop. There is more, but it is not really my story to tell", he adds a little guiltily at potentially bringing the mood down.
Elthana nods to Sam, stands and puts a hand on Vin's shoulder, she knows his concern is right even if Mireah is in a jovial mood and the conversation was pretty light hearted. They needed to get things sorted out.
"Muir, figuring out family trees and who knows who is not important right now, these are things that can be discussed when we have time and at leisure. Vin is right, we are in a dire situation right now and it needs to be figured out. Mireah, I know you're enjoying yourself, and rightly so, but can we discuss a situation that we are hoping to get your help on? You and Delores?"
"Tontritor? What about Lumithor?" Sam asks, not quite incredulously but perhaps with a mix of disbelief and unrealized hope? "I mean I am amazed at what she did for me, and thankful of course..."
Sam turns to Mireah and smile. "Really, I can never thank you enough... And I don't mean to doubt your abilities or anything, I just don't understand magics and these kinds of powers and things. I find it hard to believe fixing me wouldn't be child's play compared to fixing an undead dragon god. But..." And here is where a hope Sam can't really bring himself to hope for lives... "You seem to be... In charge or rebirth or some such? If there was any chance you could do something about Tontritor then surely you could help Lumithor? They are not nearly as bad off. Perhaps you could... I don't know... rebirth a body back around their bones so that they would be more than just a spirit or something?"
Muir smiles "We need help here yes. If Mireah is able to help us here we should welcome it. Mireah can let us know the extent of her power....Bringing back a God from being undead or Lumithor back from being dead....Both or one or the other, who knows.... As for my questions, I will wait to ask them again. By all means tell the story and what it is we need help with."
Before diving into the story, Elthana waits to make sure Mireah is ready to hear it.
"oh there was druids all over the woods, from the forests that spanned from the east to the west, I travelled with them for some time, guardians of the forest or something." Mireah chirps to Muir as she digs into her food.
At the questioning of what is to be done for this realm becomes the main topic of conversation, Mireah becomes a little overwhelmed by the slight disagreements, "ok, ok,, hang on... firstly yes, I am technicallly still wielding powers belonging to the princess of spring, of rebirth and change, an aspect of the season, but Sam, your curse was afflicted upon you by an item, it made you undead until it could no longer have an effect upon you. Hectors was more complicated, a dark ritual undeath which was effecively a disease, it altered the physiology of him until that disease could be cured, but the lasting damage of prolonged life will stay with hector now" as Mireah looks to Hector he gives a guilty shrug at the outing of some secret he has been keeping from you all, "I'm sorry I didnt tell you all, but since I was cured I'm aging rapidly, I've only got a couple of years left" he shrugs and gives a wan smile before Mireah continues, "There are levels and variations in undeath, do you know what kind this Vox Tontri-person has? and you never explained what you meant by army of undead kobolds? I mean it's pretty self explanatory and sounds as scary as the hells but like... what?? and Elthana, your soul thing? you mentioned a soul thing... giving you nightmares?"
Delores stands as she sees Mireah getting worked up and goes over to put a hand on her shoulder, "calm dear, you try to help too much you know you need to pace yourself until you're grown or you'll just exhaust yourself, hmm?" turning to Elthana, Delores gives a nod, "go ahead young girl, tell your story."
Muir quickly states in as few words as possible before Elthana tells her story "The Kobolds have been poisoned, killed, and preserved to be sent to a necromancer who has built an army with them in this realm."
Elthana stares at Hector. Very much taken aback by Mireah's revelation. She finally found what she is considering an actual family member that she can trust... and she only has a couple of years? And not only that, she wanted to take him home to see Mori, but if that's all the time he has... she doesn't think he'll go.
Taking a deep breath, she looks to her friends. "I'm going to try and tell them everything, but I'm sure I'll forget some details, feel free to add whatever I missed, I'm not trying to hold anything back." She takes a long drink of her wine and sets it down.
"Have you heard of Nivara? Since you've known Hector a long time and since she is the one that inflicted Hector in the first place, I'm assuming you do. Well... from what I understand, my soul is made out of a fraction of hers. She made me. I wasn't supposed to wake until she died, but I think she became undead and that was enough to bring me to life."
She pauses here a bit, not exactly feeling embarrassed by the situation, but a little.. she's not sure why, it isn't her fault. But at the same time, she feels a bit guilty that the elf that created her is also responsible for such destruction, such horrors.
"She is the reason I have nightmares. I haven't always had them? They have arisen since I have become aware of her. So maybe.. she knows that I am aware of her? We did try to scry on her and I was able to see her, she looks like a lich. That was when I saw the army of undead kobolds. They are filling the skin of an astral dreadnaught (she describes it as I don't think she knows what it is). It is an incredible sight. As Muir said, I think she is collecting these kobolds for a force of some kind. I feel she is waiting for something before attacking... I believe it is me."
She wracks her brain for other information, but honestly, that's how she sees it. She looks to the others if there is anything else that she missed. It is possible.. she's been trying to not think about it lately.
"Sure, sure," Sam says as Mireah explains the causes of Hector's and his own undeath and how the cause affects what she can do. "They're full on dragons or more. I didn't think it would be an easy thing for you, or anyone, to fix..." He suddenly feels embarrassed, as if he was asking the world of the girl when really he had just meant to suggest to Vin that he was asking for too much. But... she didn't say she couldn't. She does move on to Elthana and her problems though and Sam is far more interested in getting that dealt with so he shuts up and listens... He does raise an eyebrow about Hector and his dying soon but, truthfully, Sam barely knows the guy and he doesn't get too worked up about it. Sure, he's not dumb enough to say such, he knows Elthana is likely to take it hard, but he himself? Not so much.
"Mornlyf," Sam says, naming the foul poison used on the kobolds when Muir mentions it, and digs the empty bottle out of his backpack in case they want proof. He does have a full bottle of the stuff but he'd rather not bandy it around quite yet...
Sam begins to reach out a hand to place reassuringly on Elthana's back as she starts... But hesitates and stops. Instead he silently nods when she suggests they can chime in if she forgets anything but he cannot imagine remembering something she has forgotten.
Mireah sits in stunned silence for a moment processing the information, then her eyes blink slowly out of unison and she drains another glass. "Woah, that's... Well, that's alot. I guess i asked for that. The way I see it, if you share your soul with this woman, Nivara... Wait that's your sister right Hector...? Anyway if you share your soul with her or you are a fragment of her, and then she's figured out a way to telepathically connect with you, I'm not sure I can help you stop that. There are wards that you could maybe have placed on you during sleep but I'm not sure if they would work, and if they did you have to cast them every night... Does she meet you in her dream or yours? If it's your dream just remember, with resiliency and discipline you control your own dreams hmm?... A good life lesson for everyone, nightmares or not.
The awakening is the thing that interests me the most though, how old are you, y'know since awakening? Because if Nivara was a vampire before you woke, well vampire enough to turn hector here then she must have done something different to upgrade her undeath and that is what awoke you. I think what you said is right on the gold, do you know how a lich is made?" At this point mirrah is slurring her words just a little and not fully understanding the sensitivity of the topic and so Delores gives her another bowl of the noodle soup and places Mireah's mug out of reach. Mirrah herself is too invested in how Elthana and the rest of you may respond to notice her sudden lack of strong elven wine.
Gewyn, letting Spyro sniff his drink, snaps his attention to the conversation when his family comes up. "A tiefling, you say?" though whatever his thoughts about that, he keeps them to himself for now.
He listens along to the rest of the conversation, starting to realize how affected he is by the wine, and not trusting himself to chime in with insight. Instead he seems to chew on Mireah's words, thinking over everything in his slowed mind. Then, as Mireah mentions the lich, Gewyn stands up and exclaims, "Wait, you said my aunts were in the northwest harvesting marble?! Does..." then he looks around at the serious faces and realizes the conversation has gotten ahead of him. "Sorry, don't mind me. I'll bring it up later." He bows to Elthana and says again, "Sorry, El. Proceed."
"We're all adults here," Sam notes. "I think we all know how liches are made..."
Sam then looks around the room and realizes that maybe he's not thinking the same thing Mireah is thinking...
"I don't recall specifically about Liches, but I think I know what Vox Tontritor and the kobolds are now. Zombies", Vin says with a small measure of certainty. "The sort of mindless undead that won't pose a problem to Nivara by having an opinion".
Beyond that, he waits for Elthana to reply, pretty certain Mireah was actually asking her not the group.
He does spend a moment thinking about Liches though.