[ 'Maybe Gale is actually right about some things' is a revelation they can share later: for now, Iorveth is treated to claws raking across his face, leaving four diagonal lines from earlobe to jaw and across his neck. It feels like fire on his skin, which is funny considering the actual fire that slams into the hag just a moment later, scorching her hair and making her shriek in ill-concealed offense.
"Wretched thing! I own you!"
Wiping blood out of his eye, Iorveth watches as the hideous creature reaches under her robe for what can only be described as a bag made of humanoid flesh: tanned and stretched, stitched together by the same sinew-like ropes keeping the hag's hair in her messy braids. She strokes it with the flat of her gnarled fingers, then points to Astarion with vicious glee. (Still smoldering, but infuriatingly less hurt than she should be.)
"I'll drain the soul out of you, you miserable rat. You'll be a husk－ no feelings, no memories, nothing."
And, again, the Sleep spell. Aimed at Astarion this time, leaving Iorveth to click his tongue and rush the hag again, who pops out of existence as soon as Iorveth gets too close. ]
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"Wretched thing! I own you!"
Wiping blood out of his eye, Iorveth watches as the hideous creature reaches under her robe for what can only be described as a bag made of humanoid flesh: tanned and stretched, stitched together by the same sinew-like ropes keeping the hag's hair in her messy braids. She strokes it with the flat of her gnarled fingers, then points to Astarion with vicious glee. (Still smoldering, but infuriatingly less hurt than she should be.)
"I'll drain the soul out of you, you miserable rat. You'll be a husk－ no feelings, no memories, nothing."
And, again, the Sleep spell. Aimed at Astarion this time, leaving Iorveth to click his tongue and rush the hag again, who pops out of existence as soon as Iorveth gets too close. ]