Octavius will use the last Bead of Curing (for the day) on Laska. “Sir Bruce, who are these…women?” Turning to them Octavius with some venom says “how very brave of you to make such a timely appearance.” Gesturing to Sir Beros’ body and the bloody mess that is our little group at the moment, “this man might have lived had you bothered to lift a finger to help us. Is this how you repay Sir Bruce’s former help to you and your people?!”
At that Bruce will hold his hand up to Octavious, “Please my friend, Tree Spirits like these are powerful forces in the forest, let me do the talking.” In Sylvan Sir Bruce says a few words to calm them. But Willow shakes her head and says in common, “No Octavius is right. It was shameful not to help you but please give us a chance to make it right.”
Willow andLaurel look at each other and then look away in shame. Willow finally speaks in a soft and sultry voice, “I am… very sorry for your loss. The Fey much like the human race is both good and evil. And ancient bonds make it difficult for our people to stand against others of their kind. It is difficult to explain to mortals. It is the ancient magic. But please, let us bring you to someone who can make it right. The Three Sisters rule this part of The Wealdath. They will wish to speak to you. Please…”
Willow gestures with her hand and the main stem of a large Oak tree next to her shimmers for a moment and a sparkling silver portal opens up. “Please, follow us through this mighty Oak. It will take us to The Three Sisters. There your questions will be answered and The Fey can answer for your loss…”
Laurel steps into the glittering silver portal and vanishes. Willow gestures for each of you to follow Laurel through the opening. Octavius will nod for Laska and Sir Mallory Marsdale to join us. After they pass through, Octavius will walk through into the silvery portal, cupping Raven gently as they pass through. Bruce takes up the rear after Willow, grabbing his gear (wanted to say grabbing her rear but that would be improper), magic saddle and silvered lance from Leadbelly and then walks through the portal.
As you step through the portal your body is bathed in warm silver. Your presence in your new location suddenly coalesces with a vivid assault on all of your senses. Everything here seems more vibrant. The bright colors seem more intense, the dark shadows are deeper. It is quite otherworldly. To your ears comes the soft song of the babbling brook and gentle rustle of the wind through the tree branches. To your nose comes the smell of dank mushrooms and sweet flowers. Your skin feels the sun dance across as it filters down through the canopy. Its takes you a minute or two to acclimate to your new environ. But when you finally do you see a deep dark wood with a waterfall tumbling down out of an enormous duskwood tree down into a serene pond below.
Laurel begins to walk down toward the lake. Willow beckons you to follow and also moves down. Sir Bruce, Octavius, Laska, and Sir Mallory Marsdale walk down the path towards the enchanted lake gazing about in amazement at what they behold.
Small sprites and pixies flit about the lake shaking dew from bright flowers of a myriad different colors. Lounging on a patch of soft moss on the shore of the lake near to where the waterfall spills down from the mighty duskwood, you see 3 women. They are all about the size of human women but clearly they are not. One of the women looks like an elf with long blond hair and pointed ears and piercing green eyes.. The second has solid yellow eyes and long auburn hair with sparkling gossamer wings. The third wears a bit more clothing than the other two but still barely enough to cover herself. She has black hair and violet eyes with some sort of black head covering and thigh high leggings.
The three women lounge by the water of the lake served by the sprites and pixies flitting about. Offerings of flowers, fruits, and small crafts are laid at their feet by the wee folk. As you approach the three sisters stop and shoo away the little faeries and fix their intense gazes upon you. Each one of you feels as though they all are staring at you. The intensity of their beauty is difficult to describe. Its almost difficult to look at them and hold their gaze. The blond haired sister speaks first in a youthful high pitched voice that fills your heart with joy, ‘Greetings Sir Bruce of Avalon… ’ The auburn haired sister continued speaking right where her sister left off with a more adult voice, ’friend of Willow and champion of The Lady of The Lake…’ The black haired sister finishes in a deeper older voice, ‘You are known to us Sir Bruce. But who are these others?’
Sir Mallory Marsdale steps forward his face and eyes filled with wonder as he gazes about, ‘My name is Sir Mallory Marsdale… I have never seen a place of such beauty and wonder.’ Laska Jendelle steps up next to Sir Mallory and says, ‘And My name is Laska Jendelle. I am pleased to make your acquaintances.’
Octavius steps forward and says, ‘I am Octavius Mort and this is Crow. This one,’ he gestures to Willow, ‘says you might offer some explanation as to why her compatriot sat and watched a fey lure this man’s man-at-arms to his death without lifting a finger. Is there some answer for this? I’m not sure I care what the answer is but we need help finding someone. So if Justice is something you fey even let flit at the edge of your fickle consciousness’s, you might offer us this help to recompense your adherent’s complicity.’
Sir Bruce smiles and says in sylvan, ‘Please excuse my friend’s legal rhetoric, but thank you for taking us to this wonderful place.’ He continues in common ‘I am graced by you presence my ladies and thank you for taking us to this place of safety. May I ask where we are?’
The blond sister laughs a melodic giggle that warms all of your hearts, even the cold cold heart of Octavius. She says, ‘Sir Bruce, you are in the Glade of The Three Sisters. Octavius Mort you are well met…’ The auburn sister continues, ‘…Do not fret. You seek Justice…’ The black haired sister finishes, ‘…And you shall have it.’ The blond sister says, ‘Let us see…’ The auburn haired sister continues, ‘…what really happened…’ The black haired sister finishes, ‘…In the Dark Wood.’ In unison the three sisters wave their hands and speak the spidery words of magic unleashing some sort of spell. A grand illusion suddenly appears floating above the lake. The illusion recreates the battle starting with everyone on the wagons and first hearing the strange song on the wind. The illusion follows the party racing through the woods on horseback. It shows in detail the battle with the Lorelei and the Harpies. It ends with Laurel showing herself to the party.
‘We see the truth of the matter…’ begins the blond sister. ‘…It is quite clear what happened…’continues the auburn haired sister. ‘…But some mystery remains.’ finishes the black haired sister. ‘Tell us…’ begins the blond sister. ‘Why were you traveling…’ continues the Auburn haired sister. ‘…In these woods so deep?’ finishes the black haired sister.
The wooden wand tucked into the belt of Sir Bruce begins to glow with an eerie green light. ‘And tell us Sir Bruce…’ begins the blond sister. ‘…What is the nature of this wand you carry?…’ the auburn sister continues. ‘…You bring great evil into our realm, champion of The Lady of the Lake.’ finishes the black haired sister.
Sir Bruce frowns and says, ‘Evil has taken hold in these woods, Three Sisters , and I have been sent by my order to cleanse this forest and region of evil. Tell me sisters, what do you know of the Gulthias Tree?’
The blond haired sister slowly and languidly gets to her feet and strolls over to Sir Bruce. The scent of her is like pure honey and her presence so close to his body makes Sir Bruce start to sweat and think improper thoughts. The blond sister brings her hand up to Sir Bruce’s cheek and ever so gently touches the side of his face. Sir Bruce is immediately filled with pure joy at the blond sister’s touch as she runs her hand down his body it is all he can do to maintain consciousness. The feeling of bliss is so overwhelming. The blond sister’s hand brushes against the wand tucked into Sir Bruce’s belt and she instantly pulls her hand away in startled alarm. The Sister takes a step back and the overwhelming feelings instantly cease in Sir Bruce as he recovers his faculties.
‘ The Gulthias Tree…’ begins the blond sister. ‘…is a great and ancient evil…’ continues the auburn haired sister as she takes wing on her fluttering gossamer wings and languidly circles Sir Bruce. ‘…It has been a blight upon the Wealdath for many generations of your kind.’ finishes the black haired sister. ‘It began long ago…’ begins the blond haired sister. ‘A Vampire Lord named Gulthias ruled the Wealdath…’ continued the auburn haired sister. ‘…from his keep called NightFang Spire.’ finishes the black haired sister. The illusory image of a dark and foreboding tower fades into view floating above the water of the Lake. A dark and evil vampire is seen looking down from a balcony on the tower. ‘But a hero arose from your kind…’ begins the blond haired sister. ‘…a great warrior who fought through the minions of the vampire Gulthias…’ continued the auburn haired sister. ‘And drove a wooden spike through the heart of Gulthias.’ finishes the black haired sister. ‘But that was not the end of it…’ began the blond haired sister. ‘…The blood of Gulthias was strong…’ continued the auburn haired sister. ‘And the wooden spike became infused with the evil of the vampire lord blood.’ finishes the black haired sister. ‘The evil infected wooden spike took root…’ began the blond haired sister. ‘And over time it flowered and grew into the Gulthias Tree…’ continued the auburn haired sister. The illusory image of a blood soaked wooden spike begins to grow sprouts and grows into a large and dark tree.
‘…Many have forgotten the evil of this tree.’ finishes the black haired sister. ‘But not The Three Sisters of the Fey…’ began the blond haired sister. ‘…Or others amongst our kind…’ continues the auburn haired sister. ‘There is a powerful hag named Filthy Granny Toadspittle who walks the Wealdath…’ finishes the black haired sister. ‘She tends the Gulthias Tree and spreads its seeds across the land…’ begins the blond haired sister. ‘…We have watched the evil grow over the years…’ continues the auburn haired sister. ‘…It has spread like a cancer across these woods.’ finishes the black haired sister. The illusory image of the Gulthias Tree zooms out to depict an old human crone with sunken eyes and missing teeth. Her wispy grey hair is tied into two braids that dangle out from under her hooded brownish green tattered cloak. Her bent over form is supported by a staff she carries that has multiple candles affixed to the top and a live snake which slithers and coils around its base. She collects the fruit of the Gulthias Tree and plants it.
‘Sir Bruce of Avalon…’ begins the blond sister. ‘…You have done our kind a great service in cleansing the blight of the Gulthias Tree to the West…’ continues the auburn haired sister. ‘…But why do you carry pieces of such evil still?’ finishes the black haired sister as she points to the wand at your belt.
Sir Bruce takes a deep breath and says, ‘This wand was crafted from the remains of the evil tree I destroyed in the west by an ally of Tyr, Lady Lymera of Twin Falls Keep. The magic it contains will lead me into the heart of the forest, to the Gulthias Tree. Tell me more about this Hag, Filthy Granny Toadspittle as she was not known to me before, but seems to be a key part of this puzzle. My compatriots an I are in need of rest and any assistance you can offer us would be greatly appreciated. I pledge to you Three Sisters and all the kind Fey in the forest to rid the Wealdath of this terrible blight.’
The blond sister nods and says, ‘We accept your pledge, Sir Bruce, with thanks. Filthy Granny Toadspittle is an ancient being of the Fey…’ ‘…She has worked against us for almost as long as she has walked these woods…’ continues the auburn haired sister. ‘She is the reason the evil of the Gulthias Tree has spread so widely.’ finishes the dark haired sister. The blond sister begins, ‘Filthy Granny Toadspittle tends the tree. She prunes it, waters it, helps it to grow…’ ‘..She collects its seed and carries it great distances through the wood to plant that seed…’ continues the Auburn Haired Sister. ‘…And she works with the evil that the Tree attracts, forming dark alliances across the Wealdath.’ finishes the dark haired sister. ‘Sir Bruce, you have cleansed the western forests of their blight…’ begins the blond haired sister. ‘…And there are many other dark areas…’ continues the Auburn haired sister. ‘…But if you destroy the original Gulthias Tree to which your wand directs with fire, all the progeny will wither away with it.’ finishes the dark haired sister. The blond sister begins, ‘Filthy Granny Toadspittle is a Blood Hag…’ ‘…She was born in blood and she revels in the blood of mortals…’ continues the auburn haired sister. ‘…Beware her power over even the blood that pumps through your very veins.’ finishes the dark haired sister. ‘The Vampire Lord Gulthias had a consort…’ begins the blond haired sister. ‘..her name was Beatrix and she was a red hag…’ continues the auburn haired sister. ‘The red hags unlike their hag kin, are not horrid to look upon, and most are considered comely in their own right. An elder race-much older than the elves, and as old as the dragons, they claim-red hags are the most cunning and longest-lived of the hags, having a lifespan of more than a thousand years.’ finishes the dark haired sister. ‘Beatrix laid with Gulthias and from his seed was born a child.’ begins the blond haired sister. ‘…Their spawn was the only one to survive the fall of NightFang Spire..’ continued the auburn haired sister. ‘And she grew to be known as Filthy Granny Toadspittle, the Blood Hag of the Wealdath.’ finishes the dark haired sister.
Just then a parade of sprites and pixies flies into the glade buzzing around the floating dead body of Sir Bosmer. Sir Bosmer’s still form gently levitates down to the mossy shore of the lake next to the Three Sisters and the pixies and sprites flit away all at once. Each of the three sisters slowly and tenderly remove Sir Bosmer’s armor and clothes piece by piece until he lies there naked on the shore. Then the blond sister bends down and gently kisses the dead knight on the lips as the other two sisters gently stroke his hair. Suddenly Sir Bosmer coughs and water pours out of his mouth. The blond sister gestures to the waters of the lake and says, ‘Enter the healing waters of the Glade with naught but your bare flesh…’ ‘…and your wounds will fade…’ The Auburn sister continues. ‘…And you will have Justice.’ finishes the dark haired sister looking directly at Octavius.
Sir Bosmer, still in a state of bewilderment, slowly gets up and gingerly wades into the sparkling waters of the glade. He begins to laugh and splash in the water. ‘I haven’t felt this good in years. My leg hasn’t been right since I fell from my horse 10 years ago. It feels fine now! Come! Join me in the water. It is magnificent!’
As everyone stares in amazement at the now living Sir Bosmer, Laska suddenly removes all her clothes in what seems like an instant. Standing naked in front of a hesitant Sir Mallory she assertively helps him remove his armor and clothes and leads him into the water. The wounds on both of them fade away as they enter the sparkling waters. Sir Mallory suddenly seems like a new man. Before he seemed so sullen and wounded spiritually and mentally as well as physically. But now he frolics and plays and laughs in the water with Laska as if he was a man half his age. He tosses Laska up in to the air and catches her as she comes back down in a shower of water, both of them laughing with glee and hugging tightly. ‘Join us!’ yells Laska. ‘You will not regret it!’
Octavius bows his head and says, ‘thank you sisters. You have been more than just in these matters.’ His brow furrows, ‘Sisters, we seek a man who is luring women into the Wealdath including this man’s wife. He gestures to Sir Mallory. ‘Can you provide us with any insight into how or more importantly where we may find him?’ Octavius will wait for an answer to this line of questioning but he will shake Crow off to join the others in the pool.
Sir Bruce waits as Octavious sheds his armor and continues. ‘The man was a piper in a tri-cornered hat, Can you help us find him?’
The Three Sisters ponder a bit and ruminate over your questions. Then the blond sister says, ‘We know of one who can help you…’ ‘And that you can help as well.’ continues the auburn haired sister. ‘Laurel, fetch Pril’ says the black haired sister. Laurel bows and steps into one of the trees and vanishes. A few minutes later she returns through the same tree with a strange looking creature in tow. What follows Laurel is a fey creature with furry goat legs and goat horns but the upper body of a human female with pointed ears. She carries a wooden staff that seems to be alive as it has shoots and flowers blossoming upon it.
The creature steps forward and bows to the 3 sisters. She says, ‘Greetings mortals. My name is Pril. I was a Satyr once. Satyr’s are always male. We mate with nymphs and dryads. If the offspring is female it is a nymph or a dryad. If the offspring is male it is a satyr. A female Satyr is not something that normally occurs. In fact, I was born a male Satyr and roamed the Great Wealdath forest playing my pipes. I used the faerie magic of my pipes to make everyone I met my very good friend. However, one day I had an encounter with a human man and an old human woman in the forest. The human man wore a strange tri-cornered hat. I remember it because I had never seen its like before. I love hats. I played for them trying to make them friends as well. They liked my music but somehow did not like me when I was done. The old woman laid a powerful curse on me that transformed me into a female Satyr and the man stole my pipes from me. I didn’t know it at the time but the three sisters tell me that the old woman who cursed me was actually Filthy Granny Toadspittle under the guise of a glamor. If I had known it was her I would have had nothing to do with her. Now I wander the Wealdath unable to make music and unable to make love. I have never known sadness until now.’
The blond sister speaks, ‘The curse that binds Pril is strong…’ ‘…The only way to break that curse is to retrieve Pril’s pipes from The Piper…’ continues the auburn haired sister. ‘…And bring them back here.’ finishes the black haired sister. ‘Only then can we break Filthy Granny Toadspitttle’s curse…’ begins the blond sister. ‘…And return Pril to his true Satyr form…’ continues the auburn haired sister. ‘…Will you do this to help us mortals?’ asks the black haired sister.
Sir Bruce nodded in affirmation and said loudly, ‘yes we will help you Pril, it will be my honor to break such a curse.’ Bruce waited until Octavius was finished bathing in the healing waters and had his armor back on before he too shed his armor and clothes and let the warm waters caress his naked body. He felt his wounds and troubles just wade away.
Here are the specific game effects of bathing in the fey waters of the Three Sisters:
1. All HP damage is removed.
2. All exhaustion is removed.
3. Fey Blessing of Health – permanent +2 bonus to CON (to a max of 22)
In addition you notice grazing in the nearby meadow, all of your 5 of your horses (that had died) are now alive and seem in great health. In fact after eating the grass of the 3 Sisters meadow, they are fey blessed and now have double their original HP.