D&D 5E Witcher: Mother of Monsters

[Shayuri]

Talashia takes a place in the doorway, leaning against the jamb and watching curiously. An old spirit, lurking in the lake. Willing to talk. Could be very interesting indeed!

 

[Quickleaf]

"Why so ever would I harm such a gentle young woman?" She replies with a bit of indignation, and a light arch of her brow as if flirting. Odvara traces her hands over each other as if getting a feel for the vessel the spirit houses. "She is quite special...yes, there is something about her that I can sense...perhaps it will become clear to me later tonight. By all means, fill our cups and we shall trade a question for a question." When she says 'question for a question', both Elora and Talashia can feel subtle minor enchantment magic in her words.

 

[Fenris]

Fergus is silent a moment. "She is indeed special, and it is our duty to escort her safely. So again forgive the impertinence of the question, but we merely needed to Assure ourselves of your intentions. Will she remember any of this, or your....presence?" replies Fergus moving away from the door so that the others still outside could come in.

He moves over to their supplies and assembles what refreshments he can for their guest. Setting the tray down before her, he asks "One additional question before yours "By what name shall we address you?"

 

[Axel]

"Fine," Kynee mutters, sheathing her sword. "The agreement will end with the sun tomorrow."

 

[Quickleaf]

Pursing her lips, Odvara deliberates on the question. Outside the wind has died down and the last purplish orange glow of the mountain sunset creeps thru the windows. "Truthfully I don't know. Most do not remember, but there was very little...resistance...from her. Not like the others. I like to think she can sense my presence as I can hers, like a voice in a fog."

When the cups are full of apple wine and a bit of bread is set before her, Odvara helps herself eagerly, pausing after a hearty draught of wine to wipe her lip demurely. "Forgive my haste. It's been so long since I enjoyed such simple pleasures. Most call me the lady of the lake, though I used to be Berwyn of...strange...well, of the lake I suppose." She takes another slower sip of the apple wine.

"Hmm, my question: Have any of you encountered a ghost before? I should like to hear the tale if you have..."

[SBLOCK=Passive Perception 15]As the sun sets, there is a slight muting to the color of Odvara's clothes and features, an almost imperceptible shift toward diminished color. The flickering shadows cast by the candles upon her face seem to mimic light reflected from a pool.[/SBLOCK]

 

[Queenie]

Elora stiffens as the woman is taken over. She wanted to feel angry, who was this Lady who took over, well, someone like her, without her permission! Yet she was intrigued at the power pulsing before her.

"How did you become like this?" she blurted out without thinking of manners.

 

[Fenris]

Fergus looks at the Cat. What are they teaching in that Witcher school he thinks.

 

[Quickleaf]

Chiding Elora with a mirthful wink in between mouthfuls of bread, Odvara says, "A question for a question, young lady." There is something almost primordial in the way she says it, and momentarily Elora can hear two voices overlaid, Odvara's demure voice and the mature confident voice of this spirit of the lake.

"My father was lord of a cluster of hamlets south of here. Names are hard to remember. By the river, between the three kingdoms. I used to come to this lake often with my beau. There was an uprising. I fled here, planning to meet the rest of my family who escaped. They never came. No, they never came." At this her voice trails off to a whisper and she averts her white eyes toward the dim hearth fire, sipping the wine absently.

After a long pause, Odvara turns her gaze back to Elora. "My question: what is your earliest memory?"

 

[Skarsgard]

Darius watched the exchange from the doorway as the magic users talked with this creature of the lake that had taken over his friend.

"Before we all get too friendly here, can I speak with Odvara to make sure she is comfortable with this.... whatever this is."

 

[Quickleaf]

The lady of the lake, or whatever the spirit was, nodded and set the wine down, realizing Odvara's body was not accustomed to alcohol in any real quantity. Candles flickered as she spoke. "It's not that simple I'm afraid. Once I'm behind another's eyes I can't leave until sunrise. Oh, a priest tried an exorcism once, though I don't know how such things as done. But without fail when the sun crests the eastern mountains and falls on my lake, then I vanish into the lake once more." There is a certain degree of complacency to the spirit, apparently having grown inured to her condition.