Kjell (half-elf barbarian): What is the task you want us to do?
DM: Calaphan says, "To retrieve an object of interest from a dangerous location. Standard adventuring fare."
Una (genasi artificer): Why can't you do it?
Seraph (siren sorcerer): Contractual Feywild stuff?
DM: "Something like that."
Kjell: Where is it?
DM: "Four or five days west of here there is a House, abandoned for a long time. Inside the house there is a bag of Dust. My sister and I desire the Dust."
Kjell: *narrows eyes* Whose house is it?
DM: "That knowledge is not essential to the quest."
Kjell: *flatly* Forget it.
Seraph: We often don't know all the details. What's the reward?
DM: "A favour for a favour."
Una: Okay, I'm in.
Thaddeus (khajiit paladin): That is... deeply tempting. Will the owner of the house be angry with us?
DM: Calaphan says, "No. With me, maybe. Not with you."
Godric (fairy warlock): Why can't you go there?
DM: "I am barred from entry."
Godric: Are they more powerful than you?
DM: "They were, when they lived there."
Thaddeus: Shit. How long ago was this?
Kjell: *snarls* Whose fucking house is it?
DM: He pauses. "...The House belonged to Corellon."
Seraph: *nods*
DM: He asks, "Do you know who my sister and I are?"
Thaddeus: Really vaguely.
Kjell: *shrugs unwillingly* The first elves, or something.
DM: "We are the first beings Corellon made when he was trying to create life. He conceived us in his image, but he put too much of his strength and too much of his divine spark into us. We were not what he wished to govern. After us they made the eladrin, and after them the elves, and then he was more satisfied. But we endure. We are godlike, but not true deities. It is a strange existence; certainly not mortal, but not truly divine."
Billie (gnome ardent): So what does the dust do?
DM: "The Dust is what Corellon and his sisters Sehanine and Lolth used to create the fey races. It would allow my sister and I to take that step to becoming true deities. That is what we desire."
