Active Quests - Day 11

A Pact of Pleasure (updated)
Graz’zt answers the dawn summons with fresh torment and sharper eldritch—climax bound at will, blasts that strike even at a breath’s distance, and the quiet theft of strength. A reckless scheme involving Mizora earns only his amused tolerance; the risk remains yours alone.

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)
A fair fight ends with the warrior on her knees, offering honor and hunger in equal measure. Her form shifts further under the night’s pleasure, mouth and tongue refined for devotion; by morning the cracks in her discipline have widened into quiet respect.

Daughter of Darkness (updated)
Beneath the candles she yields again, pain and pleasure braided until consciousness slips. Shar’s violet light still pulses beneath flawless skin—proof the Lady of Loss has not yet released her claim.

The Unwritten
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)
The cauldron yields a second stage: fuller curves, a heart of molten light, yet the scars of Zariel remain. In return, fire’s bite softens against your skin. She gives freely what she can, and asks only to be touched in kind.

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
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
The Necromancy of Thay rests in the pack, its whispers patient and persistent. What secrets does the screaming skull 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. three 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)
History between the Prince and the cambion surfaces—brief, ambitious, unfinished. A plan to turn Mizora against her mistress is permitted for amusement’s sake alone; should it succeed, a place in Azzagrat awaits her.

A Meddling Devil (New)
Raphael appears on the road and carries the party to his table in Avernus. Permanent freedom from the tadpoles is offered; every voice declines. The refusal unsettles him—what power does he sense that makes a devil sweat?