Active Quests - Day 7

A Pact of Pleasure (Updated)
Two more thresholds crossed. Karlach's fear and shame melted into gratitude in the cauldron, and her body answered—curves reshaping, corruption tipping into its first visible stage. Shadowheart broke fully under Shar's own scar, and rose from it changed, softer, more open than she's ever let herself be.

Find a Cure
The Dream Visitor's alliance holds for now, and the ritual keeps buying time daily. But supplies are running thin, and Ethel's cauldron may be the only way to keep working on Karlach at all.

The Githyanki Warrior (Updated)
Her attempt to repay you didn't land the way she hoped, and the failure stung more than she'll admit. Then she watched the others transform overnight and turned that suspicion on you directly—your Charm bought silence, not trust.

Daughter of Darkness (Updated)
Her devotion to Shar collided head-on with what you gave her, and the scar that once punished her for caring didn't stop the change from taking hold. She woke up different—new curves, a softened face, and open confusion about what she's becoming.

The Unwritten
Withers claims to have no records of you in his books—no fate to follow, no soul to return should you fall. He won't interfere. But he's watching.

Our Fiery Friend (Updated)
The cauldron worked exactly as hoped. Karlach's first real corruption threshold hit, and she woke up thrilled with the result—new curves, new confidence, and gear that shows off both.

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 six days—or there'll be a reckoning.

Kindred Schemer (Updated)
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 sprinted past without a second glance—for now. The self-styled Blade of Frontiers doesn't seem the type to stay a stranger for long, and his brand of heroics is the last thing your plans need nearby.