- Speed
- 30 ft
Base attributes
- Charisma
- 18
- Constitution
- 13
- Dexterity
- 19
- Intelligence
- 14
- Strength
- 10
- Wisdom
- 15
- As you approach the grove, you hear two voices in soft conversation. The first is a velvet baritone, begging o
- Tiressia
- The satyr plays the reed pipe, and the dryad, laughing, accompanies him by clapping her hands. As they see you
- "Is that so? That's welcome news! Why, oh why, didn't she visit? Did she really forget me? Oh, so much time wa
- The dryad gives a heavy sigh and closes her eyes, as if remembering. "It was a beautiful place. A human villag
- "You see..." The dryad speaks gently to the uneasy satyr. "He thinks so, too. You cannot stay, my love. My hea
- Fighting with all your will, you ignore the music, and focusing, you shake off the enchantment, feeling the em
- "It happened at their wedding day. Both humans and fey had gathered to celebrate the union. No one knows what
- Tiressia smiles. "Your world and the world of the fey are great and wide, yet rarely do they touch. It is unfo
- "We thank you! Here is your reward." Tiressia hands you a small chest.
- "Feather tokens? Sure, that's no problem at all… But first I have to ask you about something."
- "I shouldn't wake up." The dryad says softly. "I'll go back to sleep now — perhaps forever. Thank you for pers
- "You'll find it south of here, in a large glade. Good luck! We'll wait for you here!"
- Both satyr and dryad look at you warily, whispering to each other.
- The dryad narrows her eyes at Falchos and folds her arms. "Can't you do without the 'death' part?"
- "Right! You help us, and your goddess will help you!"
- "So, that's what happened… the hatred must have been great to turn her into a monster! I fear to imagine what
- "I'll always share with Melianse! Here, take them!"
- "The Scythe-Tree won't leave us be. Simply being brave is not enough to defeat it, Falchos. Sooner or later it
- "If she still lives, she's certainly forgotten all about us. Her poor father missed her so much, the grief nev
- "Humans fled — or were killed. Same with fey. Our kingdom fell in a heartbeat. I couldn't leave my tree, so I
- "You have our gratitude! We won't forget your kindness!"
- "It's not much, but..." -Tiressia gets a small chest from under the tree roots.
- After looking at the coin, the dryad turns deadly pale. "This… this is a curse. Someone hated our queen so muc
- "My sweetheart, my love..." Tiressia's voice trembles on the verge of tears. "You've tried already — and barel
- "It is unfortunate her father didn't live to see this day… oh, but he left a letter for her! Where is it? Just
- "I want you to live!" A girl's voice says sharply. "Falchos, you are my knight in shining armor. I love you li
- "Right! And, also, its branches are very long! Be careful, it can reach you from afar!"
- "Well... It's..." Tiressia curls her fingers, imitating claws, and pretends to snatch up something with them.
- The dryad smiles. "There are not enough words in the world to express how grateful we are!"
- After several moments of rummaging inside of her tree, the dryad brings forth a roll of parchment. "Here. Plea
- Falchos gives you a wide grin, while Tiressia wipes away a tear. "May you now know peace, my queen."
- Your ears are filled with the dryad's unearthly voice — so beautiful, so sweet... and so filled with suffering
- "My name is Tiressia. I've lived here since my tree awoke from the earth and first sought the sun. And this is
- "No, it's a real monster! A huge, horrible, murderous beast! Please fight him — your god will be pleased!"
- "Here, for instance… when my tree and I were far younger than we are now, a girl lived here — Elga Verniex. Sh
- "I'm so grateful! You are our savior!"
- The dryad throws a sad, knowing glance at her lover and sighs. "You're talking of death again? Whom are you go
