"I can alter my appearance," Crisaryn responds to Illmirth. "Magically. Not an illusion." She thinks it over a moment. "Do you really think that would work though? That such a ruse would just draw out one of the group?" She then seems to reconsider. "I suppose though just getting them out of their windmill in the first place helps."
Again the dark-haired woman turns to Indira. "Do you know perhaps whether these hags could see through illusions? Or discern a magical disguise? They seem to possess many abilities. I'd hate to presume we had tricked them then find out that they somehow turn it against us."
Illmirth flashes Crisaryn a smile, that for a moment seemed very much like a 'normal' drow from Menzoberranzan. There was a noticeable glint in his eye, a blend of clever and cunning that didn't surface often. "The hag said that the parents would trade the boy again, when their desperation overtook what was left of their reason. Can you look like the boy's mother? I can replicate his cries. Let us turn their arrogance back upon them." He was not particularly proud of his heritage, but, on occasion, their cunning and deceitful schemes came in handy. This seemed such a time, to use evil against itself. For the first time in his life, Matron Mother Vae'Drin would have been proud of her son. The thought brought bile to his mouth.
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
The young blonde priestess listens to the planning but has nothing much to add. She was more used to discerning the truth than using deception herself. The plan seemed sound though so she nods and smiles to the others as she keeps enjoying her food and drink. The problem with trickery she felt was that it seldom turned out the way you planned it and in the end they would have to resort to force to defeat the evil coven.
One at a time or all at once, doesn't matter as long as they all burn. The trick sounded like a good idea to her, surely they would come out to buy a boy again. Although putting a boy in danger isn't so great.
The only trick she had was....mm nope, no tricks.
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"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
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Crisaryn Melkial
"I can alter my appearance," Crisaryn responds to Illmirth. "Magically. Not an illusion." She thinks it over a moment. "Do you really think that would work though? That such a ruse would just draw out one of the group?" She then seems to reconsider. "I suppose though just getting them out of their windmill in the first place helps."
Again the dark-haired woman turns to Indira. "Do you know perhaps whether these hags could see through illusions? Or discern a magical disguise? They seem to possess many abilities. I'd hate to presume we had tricked them then find out that they somehow turn it against us."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Illmirth
Illmirth flashes Crisaryn a smile, that for a moment seemed very much like a 'normal' drow from Menzoberranzan. There was a noticeable glint in his eye, a blend of clever and cunning that didn't surface often. "The hag said that the parents would trade the boy again, when their desperation overtook what was left of their reason. Can you look like the boy's mother? I can replicate his cries. Let us turn their arrogance back upon them." He was not particularly proud of his heritage, but, on occasion, their cunning and deceitful schemes came in handy. This seemed such a time, to use evil against itself. For the first time in his life, Matron Mother Vae'Drin would have been proud of her son. The thought brought bile to his mouth.
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Crisaryn Melkial
Crisaryn gives Illmirth a brief nod. "I believe I can at least look close to the mother's appearance. I think I recall that vile woman's features."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Lorelei Dawnwarden
The young blonde priestess listens to the planning but has nothing much to add. She was more used to discerning the truth than using deception herself. The plan seemed sound though so she nods and smiles to the others as she keeps enjoying her food and drink. The problem with trickery she felt was that it seldom turned out the way you planned it and in the end they would have to resort to force to defeat the evil coven.
Alerya
One at a time or all at once, doesn't matter as long as they all burn. The trick sounded like a good idea to her, surely they would come out to buy a boy again. Although putting a boy in danger isn't so great.
The only trick she had was....mm nope, no tricks.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale