The Triad
He lifts his shining sword from the ground and vanishes.
"Torm announced us, I know, but I'll introduce myself anyway and shed some titles. I'm Alalla Blacksheaf. You can call me Al." She gestures at her friends. "We're from Icewind Dale, in and around Kuldahar for the most part, now. Halla and I were born and raised in the ice, but the boys are transplants. And you're from Waterdeep? I've visited once, briefly, on our honeymoon," she smiles at Erevain, "and I think I saw a sand's grain of what there is to see. "
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Zenithral places a hand on Halla's shoulder then clears his throat and steps towards Aribeth. "She's right. 'Tis a title Alalla has forged into one of great worth and honor."
He stretches out his hand and conjures a small illusion of two elves, one the parent of the other. "Should the crimes of one doom the eternities of those who had no part?" He flicks his wrist and the two elves change into the forms of Gruumsh and Alalla, with orcs like Keggruk behind her. "Should they not be given at least a chance for something more, rather than guaranteed damnation?"
Rolls
Persuasion (Stop being racist.) - (1d20+8)
(18) + 8 = 26
"You must be 'the Sword,' she says drily to Aribeth. Al leans on her glaive. "It's a title I hate, though Gruumsh still thinks he can use it to tie me to him." She grins, bearing her tusks at the woman. "So far I've managed to make him horribly frustrated. It pleases my spiteful heart." She waves a hand dismissively. "But this wasn't my idea. It was Keggruk's. An orog. He begged, and Erevain encouraged me, and it became my hope. My prayer. Torm answered. I never expected a solution to be found in my lifetime, though, or that other gods would become involved. But I will let them decide what is worth their time." Standing up straight, Alalla rolls her shoulders. "I care little if it isn't worth yours. As for me, my master has given me a job to do, and I intend to do my duty. Join us or not as you like."
She turns on her heel and steps away from the group, pausing only to call over her shoulder, "Tell me when you are ready to depart."
He gestures to the tuning fork. "Are you read---oh snapple gobs..." He puts a hand to his chest, cringes, and turns to Myllandra. "Any chance we could stop by Kuldahar before heading out? I seem to have...er...forgotten my armor..."
She eyes Aribeth as she stalks away. The hand on her sword was practiced, and she wore her armour with ease. She was an impressive warrior for certain. But... "She's not as experienced as us, Halla. Maybe it will take her a little more pain to be able to look past it. It certainly took that for us, but I'm not going to give it to her." She winks at the druid. "Yet. Anyway, we don't have to like each other. We just have to get the job done."
Alalla suddenly feels a little frantic as Erevain brings up their daughter. Aiwë isn't here. She's on another plane. Alalla slams down on the rising panic and breathes calm into herself. Their daughter is safe at home, and Chaide knows better how to care for babies than she does anyway.
"Shelur is well taken care of," she assures Erevain. "This won't be worth anyone's time if we don't do it right. But you're right. Let's get going."
A blinding white light surrounds the party, and they all vanish from Trueheart...