"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?"
The bard glances around, making sure that nobody has taken an interest in their conversation.
"Do you think we could find a wagon on its last legs and a bowed back horse that has seen too many winters? I propose that we hide in the back of a derelict wagon. We can cover the back with a ratty tarp. Crisaryn approaches and knocks, hopefully only one hag comes to the door. I can use magic to mimic the child's cries. Crisaryn offers him up, and convinces the hag to go get him, insert tears as appropriate," he adds with a grin. "I'll have a silence spell readied as soon as the tarp is pulled back. We try and keep her within twenty feet of the back of the wagon and kill her before the others know what's happening. There certainly is some risk, Crisaryn will bear the most of it initially. What do you all think? Please share your ideas, be it something entirely different or modifications that you think will improve our chances of pulling it off."
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
I'm not the one fighting them, but I'd go for the direct approach rather than trickery, but then again I was almost killed by a Night Hag and would have been dog meat if some of the Warlocks hadn't shown up. Indira sighed unable to suggest anything else.
Rictavio
Disguise is good, but you want too many props, would the family of the boy really travel to Ole Bonecrusher? Or just send one of the family to negotiate. Remember the Hags sleep in the day, that and make those dream pies. They should be separate when you arrive, try to keep them that way. Rictavio advised.
"I'm not against using any advantage we can get but you know what they say about the best laid plans." The young blonde priestess finally speaks up with a slightly skeptical look. "In short I'm a simple person so I would prefer making this as simple as possible. With the hags likely sleeping and being separated I think we should simply try to strike fast and hard, hopefully overwhelming them before they can regroup. If anything perhaps our silent ranger could take a closer look before we all move in but I would prefer not alerting any of them to our presence before we strike."
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
Illmirth
The bard glances around, making sure that nobody has taken an interest in their conversation.
"Do you think we could find a wagon on its last legs and a bowed back horse that has seen too many winters? I propose that we hide in the back of a derelict wagon. We can cover the back with a ratty tarp. Crisaryn approaches and knocks, hopefully only one hag comes to the door. I can use magic to mimic the child's cries. Crisaryn offers him up, and convinces the hag to go get him, insert tears as appropriate," he adds with a grin. "I'll have a silence spell readied as soon as the tarp is pulled back. We try and keep her within twenty feet of the back of the wagon and kill her before the others know what's happening. There certainly is some risk, Crisaryn will bear the most of it initially. What do you all think? Please share your ideas, be it something entirely different or modifications that you think will improve our chances of pulling it off."
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
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Indira
I'm not the one fighting them, but I'd go for the direct approach rather than trickery, but then again I was almost killed by a Night Hag and would have been dog meat if some of the Warlocks hadn't shown up. Indira sighed unable to suggest anything else.
Rictavio
Disguise is good, but you want too many props, would the family of the boy really travel to Ole Bonecrusher? Or just send one of the family to negotiate. Remember the Hags sleep in the day, that and make those dream pies. They should be separate when you arrive, try to keep them that way. Rictavio advised.
Lorelei Dawnwarden
"I'm not against using any advantage we can get but you know what they say about the best laid plans." The young blonde priestess finally speaks up with a slightly skeptical look. "In short I'm a simple person so I would prefer making this as simple as possible. With the hags likely sleeping and being separated I think we should simply try to strike fast and hard, hopefully overwhelming them before they can regroup. If anything perhaps our silent ranger could take a closer look before we all move in but I would prefer not alerting any of them to our presence before we strike."
DM
The door to the Tavern opened, and a townsman came in holding it for two shadows.
Phruck! The red eyed raven flew to Illmirths table and tapped it once, Raven friend here, food? It was Frederik I wait for you.
Hujj flew in as well and sat himself on Indiras shoulder, leaning his crest down for a scratch.
What you do? He asks