Upon catching sight of the green skinned man creeping towards them, Nym's breath stills, trying not to look at him or alert her captor of his presence until he made his move. Which was not stealthy anymore at all, seemingly trying to get the witch's attention off of her and onto him rather than taking advantage of her distraction. Noble.
Flinching away from the point of Oolga's dagger as it raises to her face, more of her long white hair spills from the elven woman's now extremely messy loose braid. Her black cloak and purple and brown robes both crusted and wet with mud and blood in different places. In the dimness of the cave her skin nearly seems black though her pale amethyst eyes shine with fear as they flick from one figure to the next. A brazen dwarf woman who didn't hesitate to threaten the witch instead of taking any sort of deal.
Nym stays quiet as her life is argued for. It did indeed look like a very heavy hammer and when Oolga had returned into the cave earlier, definitely seem she was unfortunately acquainted with it. White eyebrows raise in faint surprise as the witch meets her eyes and pokes at her with her foot, telling her to go.
But it was the tone of the witch's voice that causes a confusing wad of emotions to well up in Nym's throat. Anger, pity, sadness, confusion... Taking a steadying breath the woman tells her softly in a weary voice, "You didn't have to do this. If you would've asked, I would've... Well. It doesn't matter now." The elven then unsteadily got to her feet before realizing that she could get absolutely nowhere with her feet still bound together and so slowly holds out her hands to her captor to officially free her.
It's apparent from the stone cold look of frustration on her face that the witch hates being in this situation, but nonetheless, she complies. Begrudgingly, and ignoring the woman's statement, she leans down and cuts through the bonds with two swift strokes of her long, sharp dagger without uttering a word.
There's a moment after she's freed that Nym stares at the witch, expression completely blank before glancing over at the people that had just negotiated her freedom. Instead of making her way directly towards them, she darts over to where there is a miscellaneous pile of what seems to be junk, picking out her own belongings before hurrying over to behind the orc and dwarf. "Thank you, truly." Now nearer civilized folk, the woman seems to shrink in on herself more than she had next to her captor, trying to make herself seem meeker and smaller.
((There are also two other members of this party in the cave with you: an elven woman with bright blue/lavender eyes, and blue sheened, ebony colored hair that has a single lock of silver running through it, who carries two ivory handled scimitars, and a young half-elf woman with a crossbow slung around her back, and who appears to be wearing no armor. Krackle insisted on remaining outside to stand watch.))
Nym belatedly catches sight of the elf and half elf women and shies away. Drawing her hood up, as if to hide, the Drow tries to put a bit of space and the half orc between them.
"Y'ain't gotta curl up on yerself like that, woman,"Chrys says to the drow. "We heard you prayin' to Selûne on the way in. Believe you me, we got into enough trouble with her sister Shar already that we know you ain't the worse thing in this hole." As she says that, she directs her pointed stare towards the witch. "Now why don'tcha answer my friend's questions. You responsible for the poison in the forest? Is it you an' Haddie both? Actually, ya know, I don't care who's doin' it, but so long as whatever's killin' the forest stops it right now, I won't have to go lookin' in this swamp for somethin' to kill myself."
A look of surprised hope and relief spreads across the dark elf's features at the hammer wielding woman's words. Letting her hood slip back down once more, Nym's tongue darts out to wet her parched lips before offering helpfully, "She might have killed Haddie. That's one of her sister's from what I've gathered. And Una. I got the impression that she killed one of her sisters but not which. She kept switching talking to herself in different languages." Her eyes get wide as she suddenly remembers, "Oh! An-and she might not be alone? She mentioned a 'Braida' a few times. That Braida would save her from her sisters." Nym glances at the witch for her reaction.
At first, as Kessdarra warily regarded the witch from her position next to Lumen, her eyes remained razor-focused upon the vile creature, scimitars steady. There was a moment of tension as she listens to Chrys' explicit demands, warily keeping an eye on the witch's hands from the side of her gaze; any hint of spellcasting and Kess would not hesitate to stride forward and finish what she had started above.
But what also quickly caught Kessdarra's attention wasn't just the haggish being the Pie Pals had chased down into this hole; rather, it was her now-released prisoner, who was trying the best she could to make herself seem small.
Even so... there was no mistaking this woman's appearance; ebony skin, silvery white hair, and clearly elven ears.
The words came to Kess' mind quickly: Drow. Spider-kisser. Subjugator.
Instinctively, Kess breathed a bit uneasily; though she knew and had even worked for a member of her Underdark kin in the form of Jax back in Luskan as a barmaid, he had also warned her to be careful around them. That, and the many years of instruction from the time she'd occasionally spent in tutelage with other younger elves of the Lorrath family in the Moonwood.
Even so... like Jax, perhaps this one was different from the vile and well-earned reputation of the dark elves of the world below? Kess decided to just keep a wary eye on her for now; she'd no reason to firmly distrust her, after all, and her gratitude certainly seemed real enough. But a stranger was a stranger... and fairly or unfairly, this stranger happened to be part of a race that had attempted to violently subjugate and invade the North but only 7 years ago in concert with the orcs of Many-Arrows; the terrifying rumors of the War of the Silver Marches lingered long, far and wide, with survivors recounting such horrors as the destruction of the human settlement of Nesme, or the siege on Silverymoon. Kess' Uncle had fought in the conflict, battling both orc and drow alike, and whenever he'd mentioned it afterwards it was with a haunted look on his face.
Even so... it was certainly strange to hear a Selunite prayer coming from a drow, of all beings.
"It's strange that you say that," She'd reply to the drow, turning her attentions back to the witch. "This one claimed to be Braida. Are there any others besides you down here?"
When Lumen realizes the captive is a drow, he looks at Kess with alarm, fearing an outburst of some kind. He knew too well that it was the deeds and intentions that manifested someone's character, not race or appearance. He'd had some dealings with drow, good and bad. Perhaps more bad than good, but they were so quiet that perhaps he'd had more dealings with them than even he knew. But looking at Kess' face, the steely resolve under control despite the storm of emotions that seemed to have taken her breath away, he prepared for a... reaction.
But the elf's words were directed at the witch. Who remained the primary concern. Very good.
He stepped forward in solidarity with Kess' line of questioning, but not before glancing down to the huddled dark elf, winking, and extending a hand to help her up from her huddled position. "Nothing to fear here. At least, less to fear, now. Not out of this yet, so if you have any details of what's really going on here, time to spill them now,"he says, under his breath. Then he steps forward, focused back on Oolga. Or Braida. Or Una?
Seeing the other elf's expression made her think that perhaps the dwarven woman had spoken too soon. The dark haired warrior with a streak of silver was eyeing Nym in a familiar manner but she wasn't immediately attacking so that was already better than she hoped. Though her words confused the cleric.
Gaze being pulled upwards to the sword wielding half orc, she hesitantly accepted his help up, wincing only slightly as she shifted. Nodding at his suggestion, Nym offered, "I thought her name was Oolga. But maybe it's also Braida? Or Braida is an ally. She'd mentioned that she had recently killed her sister that also lived on the lake out of desire for more power. I'm not sure if that sister was Haddie or Una though. At least I think those were the names. And,"
There was a pause of hesitation before continues, "She's lonely. And doesn't like the way she looks I think. She hasn't said anything about poison in any language I know at least. The only creatures I've seen are her and her hounds."
Oolga, or Braida, or whatever her name is, stands there listening to you with an irritating look on her hideous face, and being this close to her, it’s easy to see why she commands such an overwhelming level of terror against those who gaze upon her. In fact, during Nym’s three days of captivity, there were times when she was completely shaken with fear whenever the witch reappeared. Right now, though, the cleric seems to be tenuously holding her resolve.
And even though the rest of you have shown incredible fortitude in being able to gaze upon the witch without being overcome with dread, there’s no telling that on another day, you’d be able to keep it together. It’s obvious from Braida’s burning expression that she’d love nothing more than to tear you all apart, and given the opportunity, you could easily imagine her raking any one of you to death with those long claws of hers. That said, given the complete walloping you gave her up on the bank, she seems smart enough to recognize when she’s been defeated.
She answers your question in her vile, raspy voice.
“Braida no poison forest... living right here by lake, not going away into trees. And no others here... Hounds gone, just me now. And girl wrong... me no kill Una... Haddie kill Una. I telling you before, Haddie no good. Spreading nasty rumors.”
Based in your previous interactions, it’s very hard to tell if she’s actually being honest or not, but we’ll just say that you have an inherent distrust of anything that comes out of her mouth. Of course, that says as much, if not more about you than it does about her.
"Haddie, or Hadding, or Gusof as he called himself, is the fella we met on the other side of the lake. He took a false form so as not to scare us, or so he said. Also claimed he'd been trapped for ages by the witch Oolga... or Braida, as she calls herself, and that we were the ones ta free him by takin' care of the scarecrow guardian she set on him on the other side o' the lake. I felt he was bein' honest with us at the time,"she tells the others. "All we know that's true for sure is that Gusof an' Oolga here have been fightin' for as long as they've both been at this lake, and accordin' to Gusof, he's been at this lake for a real long time. Maybe longer than I've been alive. An' we also know that somethin' fey an' powerful lives in the bottom o' this lake, likely causin' all them problems in the forest."
A thoughtful look passes over her face. "But ya know, even if Oolga here and Gusof aren't the reason for the poisonin', we can still fix somethin' right now. Get these two ta meet, and settle their differences, once an' fer all. An' I don't mean with violence." She turns to Oolga. "If ya don't learn to live in peace with yer neighbors, yer gonna be fightin' till someone dies anyway, an' that ain't no way to live. With us here, ya got mediators, so it don't have to come ta blows. You an' Gusof can work out a way to coexist on this here lake. An' maybe stop yer fightin'."
Lumen glances briefly at Chrys, barely taking his eyes off Oolga/Braida.
“I don’t trust her. When you asked her politely to stop infecting the forest, she responded by attacking us and telling us she’d peel off our faces and squish our eyeballs between her teeth. When we got under here, she had a captive for three days whose face she threatened to carve into a mess. When we asked Gusof about that, he responded with some odd empathy and perhaps kindness. No threats. Who’s to say that if we try to get her and Gusof together she won’t just flee and continue her sadism? I think this ends here. Unless she can provide proof or the truth that actually sounds convincing, and not a bad alibi.”
His sword hasn’t moved from its earlier position of readiness to strike, and he readies an attack if she makes any hostile move.
Looking at all of you, the witch slumps into a slightly more relaxed posture. Opening her long, clawed, bony fingers, she lets the dagger slip form her hand and drop to the floor with a dull clunk. She then answers in a slow, resigned tone that shows no sign of malice or hatred, only defeated resignation.
"Haddie fools you peoples... Gusof and Haddie same... and same like me. We both living lake here before your dwarf and elf grannies were small ones, but not fighting always. Haddie hide shape like me hide shape... you not seeing real Haddie... Haddie no prisoner of Braida... Haddie lie, make own scarecrow, tell rumors, make peoples try to kill me Braida. Haddie not liking other sisters... kill other sister Una, threaten to kill Braida next...Braida scared for life, scared when peoples come with rumors of Oolga witch. Braida just trying to survive, but not concern for peoples. Sisters always having rivalry, long before peoples... long after peoples."
"You want stop poison in forest...? Then slay nasty orcs who brings troubles close to here. Orcs worship evils and spread violence... not good for forest. Brada and Haddie having problems, but living here many centuries and not want poison forest full of orcs and trouble makers.."
"Bradia sorry for hurting nice girl here, forgive for killing hounds. Braida understands... people's frighted by black hounds. Make deal with peoples. Peoples let Braida lives, bring me head of orc chief and orc chief's special treasures and Braida makes peace with Haddie."
Listening to her explanation, you find yourself realizing certain aspects of her story could indeed have a ring of truth to them. After all, if Braida and Gusof, or whoever they are, are as old as they claim, then it would stand to reason that squabbling sisterly rivalry could have been going on between them for many many years. And, you did encounter a party of orcs the other day as you were making your way towards Phelannie's grove.
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Frowning at the witch's statement about who had killed whom, Nym's eyes become unfocused as she tries to remember what she had overheard the best that she could, thrown off by her words. Oolga or Braida or whoever she was claiming to be, didn't say she was lying, just wrong...and she had been speaking in a different language half of the time... Did she misunderstand?
History Check: 12
Eyes flitting between people as they spoke up, the drow felt like her head was spinning with all of this new and semi-conflicting information. Braida, Oolga, Una, Haddie, Hadding, Gusof, how many people were involved?! Who was this witch?! But the half orc man didnt' seem to be keen on believing her, quoting her threats when they had questioned her earlier, the verbatim threat causing Nym to shudder, having heard similar and worse threats over the course of the last three days. Hugging herself more closely under her cloak, the elven woman stays silent for now, not having much helpful information to offer.
As Braida made a show of dropping her weapon, Nym's eyes narrow, not swayed by the display but slowly relaxing just a little, at not just her words but also her tone. It sounded convincing. But was it true? She was too biased based on her three day captivity to tell, apology or not.
Upon catching sight of the green skinned man creeping towards them, Nym's breath stills, trying not to look at him or alert her captor of his presence until he made his move. Which was not stealthy anymore at all, seemingly trying to get the witch's attention off of her and onto him rather than taking advantage of her distraction. Noble.
Flinching away from the point of Oolga's dagger as it raises to her face, more of her long white hair spills from the elven woman's now extremely messy loose braid. Her black cloak and purple and brown robes both crusted and wet with mud and blood in different places. In the dimness of the cave her skin nearly seems black though her pale amethyst eyes shine with fear as they flick from one figure to the next. A brazen dwarf woman who didn't hesitate to threaten the witch instead of taking any sort of deal.
Nym stays quiet as her life is argued for. It did indeed look like a very heavy hammer and when Oolga had returned into the cave earlier, definitely seem she was unfortunately acquainted with it. White eyebrows raise in faint surprise as the witch meets her eyes and pokes at her with her foot, telling her to go.
But it was the tone of the witch's voice that causes a confusing wad of emotions to well up in Nym's throat. Anger, pity, sadness, confusion... Taking a steadying breath the woman tells her softly in a weary voice, "You didn't have to do this. If you would've asked, I would've... Well. It doesn't matter now." The elven then unsteadily got to her feet before realizing that she could get absolutely nowhere with her feet still bound together and so slowly holds out her hands to her captor to officially free her.
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It's apparent from the stone cold look of frustration on her face that the witch hates being in this situation, but nonetheless, she complies. Begrudgingly, and ignoring the woman's statement, she leans down and cuts through the bonds with two swift strokes of her long, sharp dagger without uttering a word.
There's a moment after she's freed that Nym stares at the witch, expression completely blank before glancing over at the people that had just negotiated her freedom. Instead of making her way directly towards them, she darts over to where there is a miscellaneous pile of what seems to be junk, picking out her own belongings before hurrying over to behind the orc and dwarf. "Thank you, truly." Now nearer civilized folk, the woman seems to shrink in on herself more than she had next to her captor, trying to make herself seem meeker and smaller.
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((There are also two other members of this party in the cave with you: an elven woman with bright blue/lavender eyes, and blue sheened, ebony colored hair that has a single lock of silver running through it, who carries two ivory handled scimitars, and a young half-elf woman with a crossbow slung around her back, and who appears to be wearing no armor. Krackle insisted on remaining outside to stand watch.))
Nym belatedly catches sight of the elf and half elf women and shies away. Drawing her hood up, as if to hide, the Drow tries to put a bit of space and the half orc between them.
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"Y'ain't gotta curl up on yerself like that, woman," Chrys says to the drow. "We heard you prayin' to Selûne on the way in. Believe you me, we got into enough trouble with her sister Shar already that we know you ain't the worse thing in this hole." As she says that, she directs her pointed stare towards the witch. "Now why don'tcha answer my friend's questions. You responsible for the poison in the forest? Is it you an' Haddie both? Actually, ya know, I don't care who's doin' it, but so long as whatever's killin' the forest stops it right now, I won't have to go lookin' in this swamp for somethin' to kill myself."
A look of surprised hope and relief spreads across the dark elf's features at the hammer wielding woman's words. Letting her hood slip back down once more, Nym's tongue darts out to wet her parched lips before offering helpfully, "She might have killed Haddie. That's one of her sister's from what I've gathered. And Una. I got the impression that she killed one of her sisters but not which. She kept switching talking to herself in different languages." Her eyes get wide as she suddenly remembers, "Oh! An-and she might not be alone? She mentioned a 'Braida' a few times. That Braida would save her from her sisters." Nym glances at the witch for her reaction.
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At first, as Kessdarra warily regarded the witch from her position next to Lumen, her eyes remained razor-focused upon the vile creature, scimitars steady. There was a moment of tension as she listens to Chrys' explicit demands, warily keeping an eye on the witch's hands from the side of her gaze; any hint of spellcasting and Kess would not hesitate to stride forward and finish what she had started above.
But what also quickly caught Kessdarra's attention wasn't just the haggish being the Pie Pals had chased down into this hole; rather, it was her now-released prisoner, who was trying the best she could to make herself seem small.
Even so... there was no mistaking this woman's appearance; ebony skin, silvery white hair, and clearly elven ears.
The words came to Kess' mind quickly: Drow. Spider-kisser. Subjugator.
Instinctively, Kess breathed a bit uneasily; though she knew and had even worked for a member of her Underdark kin in the form of Jax back in Luskan as a barmaid, he had also warned her to be careful around them. That, and the many years of instruction from the time she'd occasionally spent in tutelage with other younger elves of the Lorrath family in the Moonwood.
Even so... like Jax, perhaps this one was different from the vile and well-earned reputation of the dark elves of the world below? Kess decided to just keep a wary eye on her for now; she'd no reason to firmly distrust her, after all, and her gratitude certainly seemed real enough. But a stranger was a stranger... and fairly or unfairly, this stranger happened to be part of a race that had attempted to violently subjugate and invade the North but only 7 years ago in concert with the orcs of Many-Arrows; the terrifying rumors of the War of the Silver Marches lingered long, far and wide, with survivors recounting such horrors as the destruction of the human settlement of Nesme, or the siege on Silverymoon. Kess' Uncle had fought in the conflict, battling both orc and drow alike, and whenever he'd mentioned it afterwards it was with a haunted look on his face.
Even so... it was certainly strange to hear a Selunite prayer coming from a drow, of all beings.
"It's strange that you say that," She'd reply to the drow, turning her attentions back to the witch. "This one claimed to be Braida. Are there any others besides you down here?"
When Lumen realizes the captive is a drow, he looks at Kess with alarm, fearing an outburst of some kind. He knew too well that it was the deeds and intentions that manifested someone's character, not race or appearance. He'd had some dealings with drow, good and bad. Perhaps more bad than good, but they were so quiet that perhaps he'd had more dealings with them than even he knew. But looking at Kess' face, the steely resolve under control despite the storm of emotions that seemed to have taken her breath away, he prepared for a... reaction.
But the elf's words were directed at the witch. Who remained the primary concern. Very good.
He stepped forward in solidarity with Kess' line of questioning, but not before glancing down to the huddled dark elf, winking, and extending a hand to help her up from her huddled position. "Nothing to fear here. At least, less to fear, now. Not out of this yet, so if you have any details of what's really going on here, time to spill them now," he says, under his breath. Then he steps forward, focused back on Oolga. Or Braida. Or Una?
Seeing the other elf's expression made her think that perhaps the dwarven woman had spoken too soon. The dark haired warrior with a streak of silver was eyeing Nym in a familiar manner but she wasn't immediately attacking so that was already better than she hoped. Though her words confused the cleric.
Gaze being pulled upwards to the sword wielding half orc, she hesitantly accepted his help up, wincing only slightly as she shifted. Nodding at his suggestion, Nym offered, "I thought her name was Oolga. But maybe it's also Braida? Or Braida is an ally. She'd mentioned that she had recently killed her sister that also lived on the lake out of desire for more power. I'm not sure if that sister was Haddie or Una though. At least I think those were the names. And,"
There was a pause of hesitation before continues, "She's lonely. And doesn't like the way she looks I think. She hasn't said anything about poison in any language I know at least. The only creatures I've seen are her and her hounds."
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Oolga, or Braida, or whatever her name is, stands there listening to you with an irritating look on her hideous face, and being this close to her, it’s easy to see why she commands such an overwhelming level of terror against those who gaze upon her. In fact, during Nym’s three days of captivity, there were times when she was completely shaken with fear whenever the witch reappeared. Right now, though, the cleric seems to be tenuously holding her resolve.
And even though the rest of you have shown incredible fortitude in being able to gaze upon the witch without being overcome with dread, there’s no telling that on another day, you’d be able to keep it together. It’s obvious from Braida’s burning expression that she’d love nothing more than to tear you all apart, and given the opportunity, you could easily imagine her raking any one of you to death with those long claws of hers. That said, given the complete walloping you gave her up on the bank, she seems smart enough to recognize when she’s been defeated.
She answers your question in her vile, raspy voice.
“Braida no poison forest... living right here by lake, not going away into trees. And no others here... Hounds gone, just me now. And girl wrong... me no kill Una... Haddie kill Una. I telling you before, Haddie no good. Spreading nasty rumors.”
“Now you take girl, leave me alone.”
Does Lumen believe her? Does it seem like she’s lying?
Insight: 19
Lumen
Based in your previous interactions, it’s very hard to tell if she’s actually being honest or not, but we’ll just say that you have an inherent distrust of anything that comes out of her mouth. Of course, that says as much, if not more about you than it does about her.
"Haddie, or Hadding, or Gusof as he called himself, is the fella we met on the other side of the lake. He took a false form so as not to scare us, or so he said. Also claimed he'd been trapped for ages by the witch Oolga... or Braida, as she calls herself, and that we were the ones ta free him by takin' care of the scarecrow guardian she set on him on the other side o' the lake. I felt he was bein' honest with us at the time," she tells the others. "All we know that's true for sure is that Gusof an' Oolga here have been fightin' for as long as they've both been at this lake, and accordin' to Gusof, he's been at this lake for a real long time. Maybe longer than I've been alive. An' we also know that somethin' fey an' powerful lives in the bottom o' this lake, likely causin' all them problems in the forest."
A thoughtful look passes over her face. "But ya know, even if Oolga here and Gusof aren't the reason for the poisonin', we can still fix somethin' right now. Get these two ta meet, and settle their differences, once an' fer all. An' I don't mean with violence." She turns to Oolga. "If ya don't learn to live in peace with yer neighbors, yer gonna be fightin' till someone dies anyway, an' that ain't no way to live. With us here, ya got mediators, so it don't have to come ta blows. You an' Gusof can work out a way to coexist on this here lake. An' maybe stop yer fightin'."
Lumen glances briefly at Chrys, barely taking his eyes off Oolga/Braida.
“I don’t trust her. When you asked her politely to stop infecting the forest, she responded by attacking us and telling us she’d peel off our faces and squish our eyeballs between her teeth. When we got under here, she had a captive for three days whose face she threatened to carve into a mess. When we asked Gusof about that, he responded with some odd empathy and perhaps kindness. No threats. Who’s to say that if we try to get her and Gusof together she won’t just flee and continue her sadism? I think this ends here. Unless she can provide proof or the truth that actually sounds convincing, and not a bad alibi.”
His sword hasn’t moved from its earlier position of readiness to strike, and he readies an attack if she makes any hostile move.
Kess eyes the witch icily, blades still at the ready.
” I think Lumen is right. You had best give us reason to think your words mean anything at all.”
Looking at all of you, the witch slumps into a slightly more relaxed posture. Opening her long, clawed, bony fingers, she lets the dagger slip form her hand and drop to the floor with a dull clunk. She then answers in a slow, resigned tone that shows no sign of malice or hatred, only defeated resignation.
"Haddie fools you peoples... Gusof and Haddie same... and same like me. We both living lake here before your dwarf and elf grannies were small ones, but not fighting always. Haddie hide shape like me hide shape... you not seeing real Haddie... Haddie no prisoner of Braida... Haddie lie, make own scarecrow, tell rumors, make peoples try to kill me Braida. Haddie not liking other sisters... kill other sister Una, threaten to kill Braida next...Braida scared for life, scared when peoples come with rumors of Oolga witch. Braida just trying to survive, but not concern for peoples. Sisters always having rivalry, long before peoples... long after peoples."
"You want stop poison in forest...? Then slay nasty orcs who brings troubles close to here. Orcs worship evils and spread violence... not good for forest. Brada and Haddie having problems, but living here many centuries and not want poison forest full of orcs and trouble makers.."
"Bradia sorry for hurting nice girl here, forgive for killing hounds. Braida understands... people's frighted by black hounds. Make deal with peoples. Peoples let Braida lives, bring me head of orc chief and orc chief's special treasures and Braida makes peace with Haddie."
"Peoples want deal?"
Chrys insight check on that story, because of course XD : 23
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Chrys
Listening to her explanation, you find yourself realizing certain aspects of her story could indeed have a ring of truth to them. After all, if Braida and Gusof, or whoever they are, are as old as they claim, then it would stand to reason that squabbling sisterly rivalry could have been going on between them for many many years. And, you did encounter a party of orcs the other day as you were making your way towards Phelannie's grove.
Frowning at the witch's statement about who had killed whom, Nym's eyes become unfocused as she tries to remember what she had overheard the best that she could, thrown off by her words. Oolga or Braida or whoever she was claiming to be, didn't say she was lying, just wrong...and she had been speaking in a different language half of the time... Did she misunderstand?
History Check: 12
Eyes flitting between people as they spoke up, the drow felt like her head was spinning with all of this new and semi-conflicting information. Braida, Oolga, Una, Haddie, Hadding, Gusof, how many people were involved?! Who was this witch?! But the half orc man didnt' seem to be keen on believing her, quoting her threats when they had questioned her earlier, the verbatim threat causing Nym to shudder, having heard similar and worse threats over the course of the last three days. Hugging herself more closely under her cloak, the elven woman stays silent for now, not having much helpful information to offer.
As Braida made a show of dropping her weapon, Nym's eyes narrow, not swayed by the display but slowly relaxing just a little, at not just her words but also her tone. It sounded convincing. But was it true? She was too biased based on her three day captivity to tell, apology or not.
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