#tersei

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[we-are-a-dragon]

DM: The farmers start muttering about getting the area exorcised.

Gregor (thri-kreen artificer): *clamps a pincer on a farmer's shoulder* I would like to see the dolls. Leave them alone until I've seen them.

DM: He almost passes out from shock, not having noticed the huge insect person at the back of your group. "Mother of Corellon, what is that?"

Winnifred (kalashtar bard): Gregor, personal space.

Gregor: Oh. *lets go*

Winnifred: You heard xem. Don't touch the creepy dolls and xey won't eat you, okay?

DM: He nods frantically, pale as ash. One of the others moves his chair quite far back and says, "When will you go look? When we can deal with them?"

Gregor: Very soon.

Hesty (pixie mecha): I don't know if we're going to go see them.

Gregor: Soon. Don't touch them. I'm going to go buy a lamp now.

Hesty: I'll come with to make sure you don't get into trouble.

DM: Once Gregor leaves a farmer says pleadingly, "We gotta get rid of the dolls sometime. Can you give us a timeframe?"

Winnifred: A few days.

Diardi (bladeling shaman): Why are you so worried by them anyway?

DM: Another farmer mutters, "If Tersei put them there who knows what's next? It's some kind of warning."

Winnifred: Tersei?

DM: "The witch."

Hunter (shifter fighter): A warning for what?

DM: The first farmer explodes, "That's just it! Why couldn't she send a strongly-worded letter like a normal fucking person? Now we're all going to get turned into fucking toads."

Winnifred: *sceptical* Have you ever seen her turn someone into a toad?

DM: "...Not personally."

Winnifred: How do you know she can, then?

DM: "Other people have seen her do evil spells and talked about it."

Winnifred: Like who?

DM: "My uncle."

Winnifred: Is he a reliable source?

DM: He looks very offended. "Yes!"

Harriet (harefolk ranger): Well, good luck. Hope you don't all get turned into toads.

Winnifred: Or toast.

DM: They squint.

Harriet: At least if you're a toad you're still alive. Toast you'll get eaten.

DM: They make signs against evil and one of them spits again.

Winnifred: Gross. Stop doing that.

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[we-are-a-dragon]

DM: Alright, you bring Crikkit into town.

Winnifred (kalashtar bard): Should we go to the town hall?

Hesty (pixie mecha): Has Crikkit actually committed a crime?

Harriet (harefolk ranger): Technically? No. But they should apologise.

Hesty: Let's go to the tavern, that's where we first heard about the dolls.

DM: I'll roll to see if the original guys are in. Yes actually, there are a few of the men who first put you on to the dolls having a meal in the New Moon.

Winnifred: Hey, we sorted your doll problem.

DM: They look up. One backs away hastily from Gregor.

Harriet: We've destroyed the dolls and found the culprit.

DM: "You found the witch?"

Harriet: *scowls* First of all, she's not a witch, she's a nice old lady in the woods and you should leave her alone.

DM: "Oh, so you've been to her place?"

Harriet: Yeah, she gave us tea.

DM: "There you go. You drank her potions, of course you think she's harmless now."

Harriet: ...

Hunter (shifter fighter): I didn't drink the tea and I say she's not a witch.

DM: "You've been in her house?"

Hunter: Yeah.

DM: "Just as bad then. Full of magic. Put a spell on you."

Hunter: *grinds teeth*

[we-are-a-dragon]

Winnifred (kalashtar bard): So what did you do that was the last straw to drive you out into the forest?

DM: Tersei says, "I told one of the villagers I put a curse on him. He's never been the same."

Winnifred: *wary* Did you actually curse him?

DM: She smiles with a sort of fond remembrance. "No, of course not. I can't put curses on people. I just said it to stop him harassing me. Still worth it."

Harriet (harefolk ranger): Fair enough.

[we-are-a-dragon]

DM: The inside of Tersei's cottage is warm and homely. It's pretty small, so Hesty's armour won't fit inside.

Lyra (playing Hesty): *makes face*

DM: There's a scent of various herbs and flowers. A cauldron over the fire is bubbling and a kettle is just beginning to whine. There are lots of bead-and-feather type decorations, rugs on the floor, striped curtains. There's a single door leading off the main room.

Andy (playing Diardi): I'd like to see if I can spot leftover materials from dollmaking. Straw, rags, a crafting table?

DM: She does seem the crafty type, but you don't see any of the materials the dolls are made of. She reluctantly offers you tea.

Andy: What kind?

DM: A variety of herbs and juniper.

Andy: Ooh.

Adam (playing Harriet): I definitely take some.

DM: There's only one seat at the table, which she takes without seeming to consider that she has guests. There's also an armchair and a rocking chair in corners of the room.

Marijn (playing Winnifred): I say, "I think there's been a misunderstanding. You didn't make the dolls, did you?"

DM: She says, "No. But I'm not surprised they sent you here. Anytime anything bad happens, of course Tersei did it."

Andy: "Why do they think that?"

DM: She makes a sour face. "They don't like things that are different. They got it in their heads I'm a witch, so obviously I'm a spooky person who has it out for them."

Lyra: "Aren't you a witch?"

DM: She half-shrugs. "I can brew a few simple potions, but I don't know that that qualifies me as a witch. I don't care that they think I can turn them all into toads. It keeps them at a distance."

Andy: *sighs* So she's an herbalist.

Adam: Yeah, and she's being treated like shit!