Hail and well met Wanderers,

Thou hast spoken and fate thus bends to thine will. With this choice thou hast discovered a new creature that shall now take its place within the bestiary of Faerie: The Pisky

But let us delay no more, for Willow’s journey continues towards her goal, and closer towards the sound of saddened song…

“As thy feet move through twig and bracken toward the forlorn song, thine eyes fall upon a scene most peculiar…

An armour clad ogre or giant of some kind, easily 15 foot in height, dances exhaustedly in a small clearing ahead. Its singing mournfully echos beneath its heavy metal helm, broken only occasionally by what sounds like sobbing. It is watched from a nearby tree by a cheering pisky (a particularly mischievous form of pixie-kin) who weaves its hands magically in rhythm, maintaining an enchantment upon the dancing creature. Upon approach the pisky spots you, and flits from upon her perch down towards you.

WISE WITCH 

Willow is Perceptive, and knows much about the world. If thy wishes her to observe for a moment before deciding, simply comment as such below. If enough join you, more information may be revealed…

It seems thy hath spoken! Willow observes, and with her keen insight and perception is able to garner the following:

“The pisky seems eager for you to continue on your way, not so easily do faerie-kin oft offer their treasures. A glance at the dancing brute seems to reveal little, beyond a symbol that is only barely visible upon its now tarnished breastplate. The symbol is none other than the sigil of House Autumn, which either means this large warrior is a defector to the hag’s cause, or the pisky isn’t telling the whole truth…”