Dance in Three Steps
Eight Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC
The path back through the Feywild is marked with closing paths and dying light, as though the realm itself can hardly wait to see the back of you. Given the perils you have faced within and those yet unnamed you have managed to avoid you can safely say it is mutual. Vee is grimly peering this way and that along the thorn studded ways, at times hissing out a spell to force a bold tendril of green or flash of eerie light back into the shadows. Of all your company Maelor seems the most happy for the journey.
"Too damn long since I got into a fight where I didn't have to worry about the guard," he says, looking back at the bodies of the fallen Violet Court guard more with satisfaction than with regret. It pays to keep in mind that for all the discipline the boy has taught himself over these last few years the blood and magic of demons flow through his veins and with it their drive to bring chaos and conflict. It will not be easy finding him a city he will not be bored administering.
The idle thought almost costs you having your hair set afire by some bluebell flower with a unique means of capturing its meals, if fire you can call it.
Onwards and upwards, you tell yourself through gritted teeth, reminded again that some places are not meant to be conquered no matter how satisfying it may seem.
***
It is a pleasure to see a person who enjoys their work, and though it had taken you awhile to read the subtle color changes and shifts in form that mark Qyburn's good cheer you can now say with some certainty that it is a rare discovery that interests the flesh-smith as much as the nulmind did. Not that he hesitates in saying so aloud.
"The confluence of arcane power and mental powers would at first seem similar to my own organ-clusters, but even a cursory examination would indicate it uses an entirely different organism, more energy-intensive perhaps, but one can never have too many alternative views, don't you agree Your Grace?" His eyes grow ever greater facets along smaller and smaller fractals as he speaks.
"Certainly, keep me informed on anything you learn," you reply with a smile. "Oh, and if you have any interest in your newest tenant's former jailers there is a book you could read, though under rather strict environmental conditions I'm afraid."
Of course Dusk Dancer was not the only prisoner you returned with from the depths of the Feywild and the second proves far more of a cypher than the one whose secrets you can read at the turn of a page.
Dusk Dancer: Rogue Creature Glasting +2 Trickster path abilities (CR 23; 25HD)
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You expected rage, you expected fear, you would even have expected bargaining, though you counted it unlikely after the last stand of the Violet Court, what you did not expect was the words that passed the elder fey's lips as soon as he found himself inside the Snare where so many fiends and other foes had been trapped and questioned: "The Herald of the Ferryman trapped me after I sought to snare it and spend her soul in battle against you, thus I would sooner throw myself upon His mercy than yours, Bloodied One."
The colors of his
luminous form shift from the delicate violet of his former court to something approaching the deep blue, almost black of the deep seas.
Do you agree to the fey mage's deal?
[] Yes, the Ferryman can get more use out of him willingly than you can get from a prisoner
[] No, you would rather not leave a resentful mage of his skill alive, even with a god's binding of service
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OOC: A bit short, but I could not think of any other action that I could fit between this, other than the Indigo Mask hunt and I don't want to roll that so late.