Active Quests - Day 15

A Pact of Pleasure (updated)
The Idol’s violet pulse deepens; more tieflings join the endless revel and the converted druids now traffic in charm as freely as in blast. The Prince of Pleasure’s mark settles deeper into the land, and even a hag has taken root beneath it as willing guardian. A Curse gone awry amuses as much as it intrigues, another stop on the road in the Underdark has been decided. Corruption continues to scale power far beyond mere levels.

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)
She takes every drop with open hunger, throat and tongue refined for endless service. When the night ends she rests against your leg in quiet contentment, already promising to drain you again tomorrow.

Daughter of Darkness (updated)
The gifted ring now pierces both nipples, silver and newly healed, turning every touch into overwhelming fire. One focused pulse leaves her ruined and spent, the Lady’s pain still blooming as pure pleasure.

The Unwritten
Withers notes another divine humiliation added to the growing roster—Sylvanus now numbered among the affronted. Fate’s threads unravel and the rules of the world weaken; others are learning to rewrite them as well. The bill always arrives, though not tonight.

Our Fiery Friend (updated)
A decade of tension melts under quiet hands that are not yours; she sleeps deeper than she has in years. Dammon confirms the engine runs hotter and more irregular—the path to a hotter forge in the Underdark is now clear.

Get Help from Auntie Ethel (updated)
The mark is lifted and the hag remains of her own will—resident, guardian, and future mother to a hagspawn. The Sanctum’s scrolls and the masked holdouts are hers; the children are beyond her reach, yet the dwarf and a final accounting still linger.

Kindred Schemer (updated)
Kagha stands openly against the true Archdruid and answers every challenge with serene devotion. She claims a place in your tent and the night that follows. Her form refines further—heavier curves, sharper grace—and spidersilk armor now clings to her like a second skin.

The Blasphemous Rite
The broken cycle has borne fruit: the Idol pulses violet, the druids are remade, and the land itself feeds the Prince’s hunger. The seed’s work continues to ripple outward through every living thing that remains.

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 (updated)
Sensitive skin slides off her like water; Forbidden Release takes root instead. Stripped, gagged, and bound beside the Idol, she is forced to watch the Grove’s endless revel while aphrodisiac soak into every meal. The Absolute’s chosen now sits as living ornament and open question.

Devil's Advocate (updated)
A deliberate word is spoken within Wyll’s hearing—an idea of escape from Zariel, timed for the right moment. The cambion’s eye turns; the plan is baited and the Hells are listening.

A Meddling Devil
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?

The True Archdruid (new)
Halsin returns to a Grove he no longer recognizes. He takes the uncorrupted tieflings and children as penance and vanishes down the wild roads, vowing that this will not be the last meeting. Nature itself has begun to keep score.

The Infernal Smith
Dammon has left the Grove and walks with the party, carrying the scars of Avernus and the skill to mend what Zariel broke. His hammer travels with you now—until a fire hot enough to finish the work can be found.

The Sensitive Matriarch (new)
The Curse of Sensitive Skin still grips a living spider matriarch somewhere in the lightless depths. No dawn reaches her, so the magic never ends. Only a deliberate touch upon the mark will release it.