"I don't know any specific spells that will help identify magic," Froskan says slowly, "But let me see if I can detect anything..."

Arcana to look for magical traps: 17

(Your group has time to check the cage thoroughly. Advantage on a passive check is a +5 bonus, so effectively Reverie and Froskan got 22 on their skill checks.)

Reverie and Froskan go over the iron cage carefully. While it is still possible for there to be extremely well disguised traps (magical or physical), they are very certain that there are no traps.

You still have to figure out how to pry the thing open. (Reverie has STR 15, and Trimyrai STR 14, but the three hags had STR 18.) You could smash the cage, but that would not be good for the occupant inside.

Reverie frowns a little as she shifts her gaze towards Froskan, thinking if there is another way to open it but she couldn't think of any unless she could tear this cage. Oh?  She blinks once and looks down on a cage again. "Excuse me. May I try to rip open this?" And then she is trying to rip off the cage. (Here goes nothing!)

Strength - 21

(Let me know if I did it wrong but.... That is a good roll.)

(Well... okay then...)

Reverie tries to rip open the cage. She strains, realizing that it took 3 Hags (all stronger than her) to seal this cage. But she thinks of the cruelty of the Hags, and gets a little surge of berserker rage from her magic scimitar. With a cry of fury, Reverie rips loose the iron bars and bends back the cover plate.

The pixie is a bit surprised at the feat of strength. When she sees that Reverie is finished, the pixie steps out, stands tall (1 foot in height), takes in a deep breath of fresh air, and starts stretching her limbs. "They had me crammed into that box for over a day. This feels much better... My name is Clarion. I am in your debt for rescuing me and slaying those foul Hags. I will delay my quest until that debt is repaid. If you find it agreeable, I will act as a guide during your time in the Feywild."

Isk laughs and gives Reverie a round of applause, "Well done Rev!  That was quite amazing."

He turns to the Pixie saying, "I am Iskandar Khayon, you are most welcome to be freed and guide us.  I appreciate the offer."

Jack seems very impressed with Reverie’s show of strength. He smirks as she successfully tears down the Cage which required the strength of all Three hags to destroy. As Isk claps, so does Jack, albeit on a smaller scale.

As Clarion stretches, Jack takes a quick glare at her, as if analyzing her. Trusting his Gut (and his Insight Check), Jack nods. “I don’t think we’d mind that, would we? We’re new, and could certainly use some assistance.” Jack looks to the party to see what they think, before turning back to the Fairy. “Ye said something about a Quest?”

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As Clarion stretches, Jack takes a quick glare at her, as if analyzing her. Trusting his Gut (and his Insight Check), Jack nods. “I don’t think we’d mind that, would we? We’re new, and could certainly use some assistance.” Jack looks to the party to see what they think, before turning back to the Fairy. “Ye said something about a Quest?”

Clarion looks like she wants to say something, but then changes her mind. "You've already done so much for me. It would be rude to burden you further. I won't speak of it, until after your goals are reached first.

"Speaking of which, what brings you to the Fecund Glade? I assume that mortals being here, that you have a purpose?" (She notices the blank gazes of your group.) "The Fecund Glade is the name of this place. The concentration of magic here causes plants to grow fast, and the withered to become healthy. Now that the contamination of the Hags is gone, you can already see the grasses recovering from their blight." (When she mentioned the Hags, she took a moment to turn her head, and spit on the ground in disgust.)

Reverie huffs as she looks down on her hands in bewilderment. The anger that has been grown strongly within her seems to show its power through her hands. Starting to wonder if this anger would make her even more stronger, but then the answer comes up into her mind. It might not the best source of power to use for good. She looks at Iskander and then Jack darting when they give her an applause, then she replies them with an awkward chuckle that didn't last long as her gaze shifts towards Clarion. To Jack's word, she nods in agreement. "I agree. Using some assistance would be great," she mutters. "When did the Hags come here to disturb the peace? Will the Dryad be all right?" Reverie asks cautiously.

"And yes, we are here with a purpose because someone told me that I may find a way to fix my weapon. My friends are here to help me." Hesitating as she starts to think if she could trust Clarion fully, but she decides to tell a reason for being here, the Fecund Glade. Then she shows her scimitar with a scabbard, holding it tightly. "This is a weapon of my family that found to be cursed and it affects me greatly. You probably saw me how I bend that cage... As I tried to damage the cage, I felt the rage towards the Hags, and it worked!" Reverie feels scared and yet amazed at the same time. And that scares her. "I need this to be fixed as soon as possible, or I am afraid of thinking what I could do to everyone when I lose my mind by the rage completely."

Clarion: "Hmm... that is a lot of issues. Let me try to sort through them.

"I don''t know when the Hags got here. I got here 2 days ago, and they were already settled in like ticks sucking blood. (But time travels strangely in the Feywild, depending on where you are.)

"You are here to deal with your cursed weapon... The rage you feel is kinda like the madness of the Dryad, but that is probably coincidental. Not clear how anything here can make a magic weapon less angry. And nothing here is effective on the metal of your blade.

"But the sage who sent you (Egg Chen), he said that your scabbard is wood? And that it was grown into that special shape? If your weapon is sentient, then maybe the scabbard is alive... well, in a magical sense. If you place it on the ground, in contact with the magic of the dirt, maybe the Fecund Glade will treat your scabbard like it does any other sick plant? That is the best guess my intuition can come up with.

"(But I wouldn't put it on that mass of stinking compost. You don't want your scabbard smelling like Hag foulness.)"

“It couldn’t be of any harm, I’m sure. But maybe we’d best keep it from the grounds the Hags were leeching from. There could still be a bit of their Magic in the area, after all.” Jack says as a warning. He’s slightly disappointed about the Pixie’s refusal of sharing the quest, but it’d be wrong to force them to say something. After all, he understands not wanting to share of personal quests or secrets.

”Remember, we have to get a sample or something for Chen before we leave. He said a branch or stick would do, didnt he?”

The scabbard is alive? Reverie frowns in curiosity as she looks down on the cursed scimitar with wooden scabbard. Then she looks at Jack when he warns. Nodding as she replies, "it is possible. Since the Hags has been disturb this area along with the Dryad—" that moment, she looks at the Dryad who is still asleep. "—I do not think I want to stay in this area." A pause with a realization by Jack's words. "Yes, Chen did say that we need to get a sample. But it would be better for us to find a place that has not contaminated by this foul magic of the Hags."

"Miss Clarion, right? I'm Reverie Forestgleam. I apologize for not introducing myself at all," Reverie smiles, "would you be able to tell us the best place for us to solve a problem?"

Froskan nods along.  "I definitely vote for getting away from this area as soon as possible.  We can find a better place to try 'healing' your scabbard and get a sample."

(Clarion) "The Grove is already restoring itself. If you notice, the bodies of the hags have already been dragged away and disposed of. (A word of advice: do not anger a pack of Fey squirrels. They are quite savage when repaying a grudge.) What is left of the Mound is starting to revert from the altered filth back to its original plant forms. By tomorrow, there won't be any signs it was here."

When the Pixie points to different places and says "that place is clean", or "that place is still dirty with Hag", you can't tell how she is sensing that. You can hope that she is using special Fey senses, and not just making it up. (Jack continues to feel confident about his earlier Insight.)

"If you have to get a sample... umm... over there is a sapling, just starting to sprout. That might work. Use one of your pouches to get a ball of dirt around the roots, and it should be okay for traveling. There should still be traces of the magic in the soil and tree, as long as you return within a day.

"I'm not sure what you mean by "a better place" to heal your scabbard. If you were brought here to use the Grove, then I'd say pick a spot 20 or 30 feet away from where the Mound and the Hags were. It should be uncontaminated... That's the best you can do. Any further than that, and you don't get the direct flow of magic. In which case, instead of taking a few minutes to see an effect, you might have to wait for a few years... Or if you think that you are here for something else (I am not infallible you know), I'll do my best to help with that.

"You'll also have to take responsibility for the Dryad. A Dryad and her tree are a single being. The death of a tree is like losing a soul, or having her heart ripped out... I am loath to say this about a protector of nature, but the best thing might be to end her in her sleep. In her madness, she is a danger to others and to herself." (Clarion says that bitterly, but she does not know of any means to heal the Dryad... unless someone in your party has an idea.)

Arcana check to see if Froskan has read/heard of anything that might let them heal the dryad? 14

(I don't see any sorcerer spells I can access with the necklace - which would require a long rest to use again anyway - that strike me as helpful for the situation)

Reverie frowns profoundly as she hears about the Dryad. She looks back at her friends quietly, trying to see the answers from them. Then she fixates her gaze at Clarion. "Does her tree... Could her tree be restoring now if the grove is restoring?" She then remains in silence. Can't the goddess Eldath help this Dryad?

As Clarion talks about the grove healing itself, Isk will add, "Any place that pixie thinks is cleansed would be good enough to use for the scabbard, I think.  Clarion, any idea how long such a process might take, minutes or days?"

Isk frowns at the mention of ganking the Dryad, "I don't like the idea of killing an enemy in their sleep, are you sure that is the best thing to do?"

Trimyrai: (to everyone) "Is there no way to heal the tree? Maybe by magical means?"

Jack nods sadly, and awaits an answer to the crew’s questions before performing any rash actions.

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Trimyrai: (to everyone) "Is there no way to heal the tree? Maybe by magical means?"

(to Isk) "I haven't seen anything like this before, but we should see something in the first minute, and get a better time estimate from that."

(to Trim) "I just got out of a lightless jail, so you'll have to give me your observations. What did you see when you examined the tree... I mean, you did look it over, right?"

(OOC: Everyone can try a Nature check, if you like. And say if there is anything in particular you are looking for.

Also, any decision on the scabbard? Since it may take a while if you place it on the ground, you may want to do that now so you don't waste time later. Unless you've decided to try something else.)

OoC - oh yes, we totally looked it over, definitely all rolled really well too...

"I think we should plant the scabbard, as it might take a while for the magic of this place to take effect.  Perhaps find a spot that's already started recovering from the hag-magic. We can examine the tree and think of what to do about the Dryad in the meantime."

Isk goes over to the tree and will examine the area around the roots to see if the recession of the hag-magic is helping the tree at all.  In other words, Isk has no idea what he's doing. Nature: 13