The spring glimmers pale silver now, but the clearing tightens as a new figure steps from the white-barked trees. Maerwyn Silverleaf, worn and wind-touched, studies the restored font without a word to the Saints.
Maerwyn Silverleaf
Lyra... do not trust what stands before you. They are vessels, not healers. Something darker wears their mercy.
The First Wound-Saint turns, robe sleeves lifting with sudden stiffness. The Second narrows their gaze toward Maerwyn, while the Third shifts a half-step nearer the font, uncertain but ready.
The Second Wound-Saint
Elder healer, your presence soils the rite. This spring is not yours to claim.
The Third Wound-Saint
She knows us... then she knows what follows.
Maerwyn keeps her eyes on the Saints, her hand hovering near her staff, but she does not raise it. The air tastes of rain and ash, balanced on a blade-edge.
Lyra stands between the bright font and the hardening line of veiled figures as the holy song threads through the grove, fragile but alive.
+ Story Quest Added
Protect the sacred spring
+ Story Quest Added
Learn what the Wound-Saints are hiding
“Are the Wound-Saints deceiving us?”
NO (Likely, rolled 74)
Lyra studies the Saints, searching for the deceit Maerwyn fears. Their eyes remain fixed on the font, devoid of hidden malice or secret agendas.
The holy song resonates through the grove, and the Saints simply stand in silent, earnest devotion to the restored water.
“I question the Saints about Maerwyn”
SUCCESS (Fair Persuasion, rolled +1)
The First Wound-Saint
Maerwyn Silverleaf... we know her name. She came here when our vows were broken, and she did not strike us down.
The Second Wound-Saint
She watched for corruption, not mercy. That is why we feared her gaze.
The Third Wound-Saint
We hide no theft, healer. Only shame. The spring is clean again, and we would kneel here until our debt is heard.
Maerwyn Silverleaf
Then speak plainly. Did the Covenant wound you, or bind you to this place with old rites?
The First Wound-Saint
Both. They took our names from our mouths and left us with prayer, obedience, and the hunger to mend what we broke.
Maerwyn’s wary gaze softens by a fraction. The Saints do not flinch from the truth, and no hidden malice stirs in their faces.
The Second Wound-Saint
If you would judge us, judge what remains. We came to ask the font for forgiveness, not dominion.
Quest Complete
Protect the sacred spring
Quest Complete
Learn what the Wound-Saints are hiding