Session 6 - Day 3

Rewind an hour back, and elsewhere, Alderon, Shadow Arc, and Black Ninja walk along a tall cliff. Along the way, their sight is caught by an ethereal figure sitting along a wide river. Her skin, seemingly as smooth as silk, glows with a heavenly (almost unnaturally so) glitter. Her angelic singing could call sailors away from the treasures of their dreams... but not our trio - they know better. Realizing her appearance could be nothing less than uncoincidental, the trio ignore her and continue on their path. Shortly after, she dives into the river, never to be seen again.

Around 10 minutes later, a figure appears at a distance. It runs towards the trio, calling each of them out by name. They are stunned, and wonder who it could be. As the figure nears, outlines can be made out, weapons identified, and a face recognized. It's Mordethe! The trio rejoice that they found Mordethe, and everyone relates the events that transpired.

But wait. Something's wrong. Something just feels wrong. The trio start subtly inspecting Mordethe... and she realizes it. Rather than postpone the eventual reveal, "Mordethe" uncloaks herself, revealing a rough, green skinned hag, with long white hair matching the perfectly-sized robes that cover her body. As it turns out, she has been following the party since the Sahuagin attack, and needed to warn them of a great danger. "There is one among you, who wishes you ill. One who fools you. One who desires to thieve the staff out of its rightful owner". She then continues, "Your ally, she whose form I took, is approaching a danger. Fear, I would, for her".

The trio look at each other and realize they must rush back to the intersection as quickly as possible. They begin sprinting, but not before the hag stops them. "Payment, you have not endowed. Surely, two can save your friend". Understanding what her statement entailed, the trio defend themselves, announcing that they'll never abandon each other. "Very well... I suppose you only need one messenger", the hag says, as a grin builds on her face.

With her sharp claws, the hag begins striking the trio. A battle ensues, but as powerful as the hag was, she was ultimately unable to overcome the might of the trio. Now on the ground, seconds away from her demise and with her dying breath, she whispers, "Hmm... worthy, you are, of the staff. Save your ally, you must. Run... Run..."

And so they did...