S5E6-RowanEdric

Rowan
Rowan anxiously paces her room. She did not stay with the group for long after they arrived back in Phandalin, she had too much on her mind. She had decided the price of her ignorance was too much to pay. She needed to know more about herself to hopefully help them from being blindsided again like they had been today. Quietly leaving her own room she heads over to Edric's. Taking a big breathe, she knocks sharply on the door.

Edric Crestrun

Edric had just begun to settle in, getting his spellbook out and setting it onto the table along with his notes as he stretched, trying to keep his mind from wandering back to his anger. He would speak with Erys about that, and he needed to stay calm for when Quinys came by for her instruction. Hearing the door, he headed over, half-expecting it to be her, but seemed surprised to see Rowan at his door instead. "…'ey Rowan. Need somethin'?"

Rowan

"Hello Edric, I was hoping I could speak with you if you're not too busy." Rowan walked passed him into the room. She noticed the spread of papers on the table. She worried she was bothering him, but the questions burning inside her couldn't wait. Before he had even finished closing the door she blurted out. "Please tell me about Tieflings!" She had meant to approach this a little more delicately, but once again her impulsiveness and lack of social graces had failed her." Sorry, I mean…I just know so little about myself and my people,and from everything we've spoken of you seem so knowledgeable. I just don't want to be so ignorant anymore."

Edric Crestrun

Having not actually invited her in, he shrugged and closed the door behind her. He went to go take a seat at the desk, closing his spellbook as it shone dimly with arcane lettering, the source of all his magical prowess. "Just uh…settle down a sec. Take a seat or somethin'." He had gone over a lot of what might have been relevant to her earlier, but hadn't fully realized how ignorant she was of her own nature. He almost felt a bit of trepedation in explaining this to her for the first time, but it had to be done. "So…you wanna know about what ya are? You've come to the right place, I like to think I'm pretty knowledgable on these things."

Rowan

Feeling a sense of relief that he had not turned her away, Rowan sat on the edge of the bed and faced Edric, smiling. "Thank you, I knew you'd know something. I remember so little about my life before the forest. My mother was a Tiefling, but she never told me much about who we are. I remember my grandmother believed we were special or we were chosen." She closes her eyes trying to remember, but the years have faded the memories beyond recognition. She sees her grandmother shrouded in darkness, lit only by fire, but her mother quickly rushes her away before she is noticed. "I don't know what that means."

Edric Crestrun

He figured he'd have to be a little careful how he phrased this, but it wasn't going to be easy to hear for the first time so late in life. Most tieflings he had known had long resigned themselves to the truth of their heritage, to the discrimination they faced because of it. "Well, uh…basically, it means a couple of things. First of all, it means somewhere a long time ago, yer ancestors had uh…'relations' with a fiend of some kind, be it a devil, a demon, or even a daemon. That kind of corruption in the blood only surfaces every once in awhile, usually, but you said yer mom and her mom were both tieflings?"

Rowan

"I…yes? Were your parents and grandparents not human?" Rowan is so confused by the question it takes her a moment to understand what came before it. "What do you mean, corruption? Relations with a fiend? I don't understand." She becomes slightly agitated. This is what she came here to know, but it's not making sense.

Edric Crestrun

"Well, yeah, as far as I know I'm all human, but tieflings ain't a true breedin' race. Really, yer basically human with a little extra, and usually your type only shows up every once in four generations, so there ain't that many of ya." She was definitely an aberration, her features told him that already. She shouldn't look this way, not even a little…was that why they were after her? "By relations, I mean either someone made some kind of deal with one, was cursed by one, or uh…in the case of some of 'em, had sex with one. Usually that's limited to stuff like succubi and incubi, because I mean, can ya imagine someone wantin' to get intimate with that garbage pile from before?"

Rowan

"A deal with a demon? Sex with a demon? That's…no, that's not something people do." In the back of her mind, a soft, gravelly woman's voice speaks to her. "Dear child, come closer to the fire. You must not fear it as my silly daughter does, for we are blessed." Rowan stands quickly, her antlers nearly touching the ceiling standing at her full height. "You must be mistaken. From what you've said, and what we saw today, how could anyone…"

Edric Crestrun

"Well, that's the thing, apparently it is. But uh…yer definitely an exception to the rule, in a pretty big way. You remember talkin' about big bad Asmodeus, Archdevil and kind-of-sort-of deity in his own right?" The discussion before had been rather irreverant, but this was taking on a far more serious tone. "So uh, about a hundred years ago, he uh, sorta hijacked yer whole race, so they'd be related to him instead of whatever fiend caused 'em. Gave 'em all his features instead of whatever they should of had instead…but yer not like that at all. He definitely isn't fond of elk antlers, cute as they may be."

Rowan

Ignoring the playful compliment, Rowan is lost in thought. She remembers the lesson earlier in the forest, but hadn't considered it related to her quite so personally. It was a history lesson, not a recounting of her family tree. She wanted so desperately to not believe it, but as she thought back to her short childhood in Neverwinter and even more recently to all of the things she can do that she could not explain. It can't all be wrong. She stays silent for a long time "The fire…when we were fighting that disgusting creature. I felt something well up inside me I didn't understand. It was dark and angry. I've never felt like that before. I can also…do other things. I don't like to, they feel unnatural. I can make the ground quake or whispers in the dark or…" Rowan mutters under her breath and the flame of the lit candle on the desk flickers before growing large and taking on a deep purple colouring. She stops and it returns to its normal colour and intensity. Her eyes grow wide with fear of herself.

Edric Crestrun

If he had been anyone else, Edric might have been worried or scared by this display, but he snapped his fingers three times, each time the fire extinguished and relit itself, one time floating off the wick and dancing in the air as a finishing flourish. "'ey, don't get like that. What you're doin' is manipulatin' the Weave, no different than me. Let me just put this out there, you probably ain't a regular tiefling. Yer somethin' special, and those horns are the key to it, and even if that weren't true, who cares? Just because ya got a little fiend in ya don't make you any better or worse than anyone else, and from the time I've known ya, you're a good person I'd be proud to call friend." He knew the distance she had maintained meant such a declaration had to be moderated, but at the same time he trusted her, and he hoped she trusted him. "You've been puttin' yourself in danger again and again, all fer a cause that hardly has to do with ya at all. That ain't somethin' any fiend would do."

Rowan

She watched Edric's display, but it still felt different to her. Even her fire spell she had used when they had first begun their adventure felt different from the one she had used today. But she didn't know how to articulate this feeling into words so instead let the matter drop. Instead she looked up at her horns. Some points curved forward and she could see just the tips of them in her peripheral vision, boney and sharp. "Special." Her mother had called her special, but she had assumed she had just been doting on her. Thoughts of her mother filled her with anger. Had she known this the whole time and kept it from her? Why?! She realized she had once again been silent for too long, especially after Edric had once again complimented her. "Thank you. I would call you a friend as well, and I appreciate your honesty. I…I think I need to be alone now." Rowan heads towards the door.

Edric Crestrun

He gestured her out as he opened up his spellbook, getting started back on his studies almost immediately with his usual dispassion. He cared, and he wished he could do more, but he had his own issues right now. "Yeah, I getcha. You just take care, okay? Don't beat yerself up about it. We're all here for ya, and the next time somethin' comes after you, we'll send it right back where it came from again."

Rowan

She smiles weakly, letting it drop before she even finishes closing the door behind her. Heading back to her room her head is swimming. She had gone to Edric for answers, and while she had undoubtably found them, she finds no comfort in her newfound knowledge, only more questions and confused feelings. She wonders if she will ever have a restful night's sleep in this town

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