Nerys's cry makes Auriel glare at the imp. "Indeed, you were dazzling in your invisibility. Why not stay that way, dear Pipyap?". Turning to the rest of the group, he smiles as Hex and Carl introduce themselves. "Nah, don't listen to him, Nerys. Carl is obviously exaggerating!" he chuckles, nudging the dwarf fondly.
"Father may be willing to put the rules of Greenhall above his own blood, but not I," Nerys says. "I know you, brother. Your sense of honor would have kept you away until you needed help. We have forgiven you, even if you have not."
At this, Auriel froze. The word forgiven felt like a key turning in a lock, releasing a burden that had weighed on his heart for far too long. He tried to respond but couldn’t find the words, so he simply held his sister's hand and stared at her in silence. When he finally regained his speech, he smiled ligthly and said, "Tinnad manadh na naur. Ni athrad."
"I’ll find a way to get us back home. I promise."
Letting her hand go, he added, "We will make good use of this information you have brought us. Now ... off you go. Stay safe, will you? And send mother and father my love."
To Serelis, the paladin offered a handshake, "I suppose this is where we part ways. Wish us luck, we are going to need it. Take care, friend."
Hex lets slip a small smile as Pipyap scares Nerys and ruins Sylyra's flirting. "You might want to stick with me, Pipyap. Demon to demon, these guys just don't understand."
When Nerys leaves, Hex gives a simple nod goodbye and joins Auriel in parting ways with Serelis. "Safe travels back home, Serelis."
"I'm a devil, bub," Pipyap says, sticking out his tongue and waving the stinger of his tail in the air threateningly.
Nerys wraps Auriel in a hug, lingering for a moment. "It was nice to meet you all," she says after letting Auriel go. She turns to Sylyra. "You and my brother have a lot in common, you know. You both let other people control whether you can be happy," she says with a wink. "You make a good team."
"You might want to stick with me, Pipyap. Demon to demon, these guys just don't understand."
Pipyap grunts and goes invisible again. His voice grumbles something about "half-devils" as it flies away.
"Safe travels back home, Serelis."
Serelis nods solemnly. "If anyone is going to sort this out, it will be you all," he says. His eyes travel toward the area where Pipyap disappeared. "Though you may want to rethink your company. I still don't understand the benefit of...well...just be careful you don't end up with a stinger in your back. I wish you the best of luck."
The ranger provides some direction to find the trail after your business is concluded, asking you to continue to be mindful of the forest, and departs with a salute.
A surprised Auriel arched his brows upon hearing Nerys's words. Not that he hadn't seen her say things like that before, as if she had some kind of inner ability that allowed her to read people, but still, she caught him off guard. He glanced awkwardly at Sylyra, then quickly back at Nerys, his smile turning a bit tighter. “A good team, huh?” he echoed. He paused for a beat, then just offered a small, uncertain shrug.
When Serelis expressed his doubts about Pipyap, he replied "I don't understand the benefit myself..." This left the paladin thinking, and when they were finally alone, he looked towards where he thought the imp might be and asked, "Pipyap, as Halvin's familiar, would you be able to sense his presence if we get near him?"
At Sylyra's question, the eladrin scratched his green and blond hair, pensive, trying to recall anything of note he might have learned about these creatures in his native plane.
As Pipyap scolds Sylyra for calling him a demon and grumbles about half-devils, Hex cocks her head to the side and thinks for a moment. "Oh right. I forgot," she chuckles to herself.
In response to questioning the benefit of keeping the imp around, she shrugs. "At the very least, it might help get Halvin to trust us when we find him. Let him know that we don't mean him any harm. Don't think he'd be happy knowing we killed his familiar."
"You've got a point," Auriel says, "and he's not causing trouble at Kabel's Hill either. Not that they'll stop blaming the fey for everything, but at least they won't have to worry about their cows."
Both Sylyra and Auriel have grown up with enough stories of hags to know of the nightmarish fey creatures. Hags are known to be creatures of danger and deceit, yet some still seek them out in acts of desperation. Hags possess innate magical abilities native to the Feywild, and as such are able to weave very powerful spells that can accomplish just about anything. The main issues, of course, are that hags are not known to possess any semblance of kindness, and will always require something in return. Even worse, hags love to twist wishes in ways that the bargainer does not expect. Very few have ever come out of a hag's bargain for the better, yet as a last resort, many still venture into swamps and forests to find these twisted beings to fulfill some impossible desire.
"Pipyap, as Halvin's familiar, would you be able to sense his presence if we get near him?"
"Well I'm not called his unfamiliar, am I?" Pipyap says sarcastically.
Continuing as if someone had asked, Sylyra says, "I heard my mother tell the story a few times about someone her grandmother knew who supposedly struck a bargain with a hag. This, of course, was a scandal. Evidently," the elf says, stepping almost silently through the woods, "the woman's child had fallen ill, and no one could heal them. So, the woman told a close friend that she was going to take her child and seek out a hag that was rumored to be nearby to plead with her to heal her child. The friend didn't think the woman was really desperate enough to do this, but when the woman and child went missing the next day, the friend told the husband what she knew. The husband sought the hag as well. A couple of days later, the wife returned home ... alone. She told her friend that the hag — in exchange for healing the child — had required both to remain with her, and the woman had agreed. Then, when the husband arrived, he bargained his life for his wife's so she could return home to care for their other children. So, instead of just losing one child, the woman also lost her husband. The woman never saw either of them again."
"Whether you believe the tale or not," Sylyra continues, "it paints a picture of what kind of creatures hags are. Untrustworthy, however 'helpful' they might seem to be. Cunning, to be sure. And powerful. We should approach her carefully and without violence, hear what she has to say, and then determine whether the deal is something worthy of the result. We should prepare ourselves that we may return to Kabel's Hill empty handed."
Carlthuzad’s eyes glass over as he listens to Sylyra, saying “Dark deals, never end well.” He fingers his battle axe, lost in thought. He keeps walking forward, lost in his own thoughts.
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Auriel rolls his eyes at Pipyap's comment. "If only you were unfamiliar to me!", he mutters.
When Sylyra finishes his tale, the eladrin replies "Oh, I do believe that tale. Tales tend to be unfortunate truths whenever hags are involved. One should never bargain with them, but then again, that is easy to say when you are not as desperate as that grieving mother. I hope luck is on our side when we meet her, because outwitting Greenteeth sounds complicated."
Then, he observes Carl, noting how tightly the dwarf grips his battle axe. Hadn’t he been polishing it last night, just as Auriel was working on his halberd? How curious that he pays so much attention to a weapon he never actually uses.
Hex nods along to Sylyra's story. "Sounds about right. I don't know much about Hags, only that they're terrifying creatures not to be trifled with..." She lets out a sigh. "I hope we aren't getting ourselves caught up in something bigger than we can handle."
"All I recall about hags is that there are a variety of them, they use magic and spells and if stories hold true, they are all bad news " Uragum says.
"I say, the longer the hag has to chance to speak, the greater odds that some fell magic occurs. Be be it mind altering or some physical manifestation best not even give a chance to cast."
The paladin let out a long but resolute breath. "Sure! Why, we don't have anything better to do, do we? I certainly have nothing else written down on my agenda."
Carl chuckles at Uragum and falls into line, preparing himself. “You know fellers, I can make one of you’uns invisible so’s that you can sneak up on the ole crone and kick her in the arsehole, if’n you want to.”
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Sylyra turns to scowl at Pipyap. "What's your problem, demon?"
Nerys's cry makes Auriel glare at the imp. "Indeed, you were dazzling in your invisibility. Why not stay that way, dear Pipyap?". Turning to the rest of the group, he smiles as Hex and Carl introduce themselves. "Nah, don't listen to him, Nerys. Carl is obviously exaggerating!" he chuckles, nudging the dwarf fondly.
At this, Auriel froze. The word forgiven felt like a key turning in a lock, releasing a burden that had weighed on his heart for far too long. He tried to respond but couldn’t find the words, so he simply held his sister's hand and stared at her in silence. When he finally regained his speech, he smiled ligthly and said, "Tinnad manadh na naur. Ni athrad."
"I’ll find a way to get us back home. I promise."
Letting her hand go, he added, "We will make good use of this information you have brought us. Now ... off you go. Stay safe, will you? And send mother and father my love."
To Serelis, the paladin offered a handshake, "I suppose this is where we part ways. Wish us luck, we are going to need it. Take care, friend."
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Hex lets slip a small smile as Pipyap scares Nerys and ruins Sylyra's flirting. "You might want to stick with me, Pipyap. Demon to demon, these guys just don't understand."
When Nerys leaves, Hex gives a simple nod goodbye and joins Auriel in parting ways with Serelis. "Safe travels back home, Serelis."
"I'm a devil, bub," Pipyap says, sticking out his tongue and waving the stinger of his tail in the air threateningly.
Nerys wraps Auriel in a hug, lingering for a moment. "It was nice to meet you all," she says after letting Auriel go. She turns to Sylyra. "You and my brother have a lot in common, you know. You both let other people control whether you can be happy," she says with a wink. "You make a good team."
Pipyap grunts and goes invisible again. His voice grumbles something about "half-devils" as it flies away.
Serelis nods solemnly. "If anyone is going to sort this out, it will be you all," he says. His eyes travel toward the area where Pipyap disappeared. "Though you may want to rethink your company. I still don't understand the benefit of...well...just be careful you don't end up with a stinger in your back. I wish you the best of luck."
The ranger provides some direction to find the trail after your business is concluded, asking you to continue to be mindful of the forest, and departs with a salute.
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Sylyra sighs as the five of them are alone again (essentially). "So, what does everyone know about hags?"
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A surprised Auriel arched his brows upon hearing Nerys's words. Not that he hadn't seen her say things like that before, as if she had some kind of inner ability that allowed her to read people, but still, she caught him off guard. He glanced awkwardly at Sylyra, then quickly back at Nerys, his smile turning a bit tighter. “A good team, huh?” he echoed. He paused for a beat, then just offered a small, uncertain shrug.
When Serelis expressed his doubts about Pipyap, he replied "I don't understand the benefit myself..." This left the paladin thinking, and when they were finally alone, he looked towards where he thought the imp might be and asked, "Pipyap, as Halvin's familiar, would you be able to sense his presence if we get near him?"
At Sylyra's question, the eladrin scratched his green and blond hair, pensive, trying to recall anything of note he might have learned about these creatures in his native plane.
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As Pipyap scolds Sylyra for calling him a demon and grumbles about half-devils, Hex cocks her head to the side and thinks for a moment. "Oh right. I forgot," she chuckles to herself.
In response to questioning the benefit of keeping the imp around, she shrugs. "At the very least, it might help get Halvin to trust us when we find him. Let him know that we don't mean him any harm. Don't think he'd be happy knowing we killed his familiar."
"You've got a point," Auriel says, "and he's not causing trouble at Kabel's Hill either. Not that they'll stop blaming the fey for everything, but at least they won't have to worry about their cows."
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Both Sylyra and Auriel have grown up with enough stories of hags to know of the nightmarish fey creatures. Hags are known to be creatures of danger and deceit, yet some still seek them out in acts of desperation. Hags possess innate magical abilities native to the Feywild, and as such are able to weave very powerful spells that can accomplish just about anything. The main issues, of course, are that hags are not known to possess any semblance of kindness, and will always require something in return. Even worse, hags love to twist wishes in ways that the bargainer does not expect. Very few have ever come out of a hag's bargain for the better, yet as a last resort, many still venture into swamps and forests to find these twisted beings to fulfill some impossible desire.
"Well I'm not called his unfamiliar, am I?" Pipyap says sarcastically.
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Continuing as if someone had asked, Sylyra says, "I heard my mother tell the story a few times about someone her grandmother knew who supposedly struck a bargain with a hag. This, of course, was a scandal. Evidently," the elf says, stepping almost silently through the woods, "the woman's child had fallen ill, and no one could heal them. So, the woman told a close friend that she was going to take her child and seek out a hag that was rumored to be nearby to plead with her to heal her child. The friend didn't think the woman was really desperate enough to do this, but when the woman and child went missing the next day, the friend told the husband what she knew. The husband sought the hag as well. A couple of days later, the wife returned home ... alone. She told her friend that the hag — in exchange for healing the child — had required both to remain with her, and the woman had agreed. Then, when the husband arrived, he bargained his life for his wife's so she could return home to care for their other children. So, instead of just losing one child, the woman also lost her husband. The woman never saw either of them again."
"Whether you believe the tale or not," Sylyra continues, "it paints a picture of what kind of creatures hags are. Untrustworthy, however 'helpful' they might seem to be. Cunning, to be sure. And powerful. We should approach her carefully and without violence, hear what she has to say, and then determine whether the deal is something worthy of the result. We should prepare ourselves that we may return to Kabel's Hill empty handed."
Carlthuzad’s eyes glass over as he listens to Sylyra, saying “Dark deals, never end well.” He fingers his battle axe, lost in thought. He keeps walking forward, lost in his own thoughts.
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Auriel rolls his eyes at Pipyap's comment. "If only you were unfamiliar to me!", he mutters.
When Sylyra finishes his tale, the eladrin replies "Oh, I do believe that tale. Tales tend to be unfortunate truths whenever hags are involved. One should never bargain with them, but then again, that is easy to say when you are not as desperate as that grieving mother. I hope luck is on our side when we meet her, because outwitting Greenteeth sounds complicated."
Then, he observes Carl, noting how tightly the dwarf grips his battle axe. Hadn’t he been polishing it last night, just as Auriel was working on his halberd? How curious that he pays so much attention to a weapon he never actually uses.
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Hex nods along to Sylyra's story. "Sounds about right. I don't know much about Hags, only that they're terrifying creatures not to be trifled with..." She lets out a sigh. "I hope we aren't getting ourselves caught up in something bigger than we can handle."
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"All I recall about hags is that there are a variety of them, they use magic and spells and if stories hold true, they are all bad news " Uragum says.
"I say, the longer the hag has to chance to speak, the greater odds that some fell magic occurs. Be be it mind altering or some physical manifestation best not even give a chance to cast."
"Well, now that we know we are properly unprepared, shall we proceed?" Sylyra asks.
The paladin let out a long but resolute breath. "Sure! Why, we don't have anything better to do, do we? I certainly have nothing else written down on my agenda."
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Hex chuckles at Sylyra and Auriel's sarcasm and nods, taking her place near the back of the party. "Let's go."
"Fortune favors the prepared. Luck favors the bold. Uragum favors a dead hag," he says and follows suit.
Carl chuckles at Uragum and falls into line, preparing himself. “You know fellers, I can make one of you’uns invisible so’s that you can sneak up on the ole crone and kick her in the arsehole, if’n you want to.”
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