Active Quests - Day 10

A Pact of Pleasure (updated)
Graz'zt's power seeps deeper with every night spent in offering. Flesh yields and reshapes under its touch; one companion already walks refined into something sharper, more alluring. His name has been spoken aloud once more—what counsel will the Dark Prince give now that even the Hells have taken notice?

Find a Cure
A shared vision hit the whole party at once, stopped only by Shadowheart's mysterious relic—three figures loomed in the psychic storm, names only you recognized. Ketheric Thorm. Gortash. Orin. Whatever's coming, it's bigger than goblins.

The Githyanki Warrior (updated)
Lae'zel's body softens against her will, yet she meets each night with growing expectation. What began as duty now carries the edge of challenge—and something warmer still. The warrior's discipline holds, but the cracks are showing.

Daughter of Darkness (updated)
Shadowheart sought privacy beneath the waterfall and returned transformed. Shar's mark has been drowned in pleasure; her form refined, her hand left unmarked. The Lady of Loss does not forgive such offenses lightly.

The Unwritten (updated)
Withers observes that faith and flesh are being toyed with alike. The divine watch in silence, and Shar least of all is known for mercy. The tale continues to sway between danger and delight.

Our Fiery Friend (updated)
Karlach has tasted a living touch for the first time in years. The bracers sit well on her wrists, yet her eyes already turn toward further change. She asks only that a piece of you be saved for her.

Get Help from Auntie Ethel
A bargain struck: Mayrina's whole grim operation moves to the Grove in exchange for a clean youth potion, her petrified dwarf, a strand of hag hair, and her cauldron. Ethel expects her end kept in four days—or there'll be a reckoning.

Kindred Schemer
The note is in hand—proof of Kagha's pact with the Shadow Druids to strangle the Grove from within. Leverage, ready to be spent the moment it's needed.

The Blasphemous Rite
Birth, Growth, Decay, Death, Rebirth—the Oak Father's sacred cycle, and somewhere in it, a way to make blasphemy stick. The seed is planted in your pocket. The ritual isn't planted in your head yet.

The Blade Declined (updated)
Wyll bears new horns for his defiance, and a seeing stone where an eye once was. The nightly rites have ended for him—for now. The Blade of Frontiers remains, quieter, marked, and still bound.

Unlocking the Black Art (updated)
The Necromancy of Thay rests in the pack, its whispers patient and persistent. What secrets does it hold, and what price will reading it demand?

The Drow
Minthara marked the tadpole in you as kinship, then Graz'zt marked her with something else entirely. Five days until she reaches the grove—Whether that makes her an asset, a weapon, or a liability yet to detonate is still an open question.

Devil's Advocate (updated)
Mizora has enforced the letter of the pact. Wyll now wears the mark of defiance, and the cambion's eyes—and ears—remain fixed upon the camp through him. Zariel's regards have been delivered; the Hells are watching.