The meeting with Syranita is interrupted by a harpy attack. Syranita pleads for her guests to help in the fight. Silversac Sam runs to the window and peers out at five harpies
- two of whom have already begun throwing eggs off the cliffs. T'chon, enraged by this despicable act against his people, swoops out to engage them, blasting away with burning hands. Krissy and Xenephon fire their crossbows. Bryta draws her longsword as two luminous, incorporeal wings sprout from her back. Joining the companions are two aarakocra who dive in to defend their nests.
The harpies' luring song makes the fight more challenging, as their melodic voices charm some of the defenders. T'chon's wild magic surge turns him into a potted plant. As he hurtles to the canyon floor below, Bryta leaps across the span between two towers and lays into a harpy with her sword. The creature's talons narrowly miss her throat, while a desperate swing of the harpy's club glances off her shield.
Two harpies foolishly land on the tower where Silversac Sam anxiously awaits. The half-orc grips his axe two-handed and lays about him like a madman. Talons and bone clubs pierce and pummel his thick flesh, but nothing slows the barbarian's assault. Silversac swings his axe at a harpy in mid-air, its glinting blade shearing through her naked torso. The second harpy rakes its talons across his face. Grinning and spitting blood, Silversac spins on one heel and chops his assailant's head clean off. So wild with battle frenzy, the half-orc leaps off the edge of the tower toward an adjacent tower, but misses the ledge of the other by just a handsbreadth.
Right before T'chon splats on the ground, he reverts back to his aarakocra form and flies back up to the fight. He sees Silversac falling and swoops up to catch him.
All of the harpies are killed save one, who flies away. T'chon gives chase, following her for four long hours to a frozen swampland shrouded in glittering clouds of ice crystals. There he spies a hideous aarakocra witch and her flock of harpies. Her wings are shriveled and her body gnarled and contorted. The harpy T'chon was chasing hands this cursed creature a bag of aarakocra eggs, which she takes into the largest of the buildings.
Long ago, this rime-encrusted marsh was a silver-mining town known as Ivittuut. Once the crystal-clear headwaters of the sacred River Fyris, this lake was clogged with silt by several volcanic eruptions, creating this treacherous and unique high-altitude fen. The waters of Ivittuut are in a constant state of freezing and thawing, with the mix of high altitude and latent volcanism creating a mist-shrouded frozen region of water and swaths of icy mud. No plants exist in the Ivittuut apart from the everpresent stalks of strange pale fungi and clots of floating lichens that cover and hide deep tarns of freezing water.
Bryta, Silversac, Xenephon, and Krissy give T'chon a couple hours before they start to worry about him. Krissy finds a bird and uses her uncanny ability to speak with the avian to ask it to go find a giant eagle to carry her and her companions in search of T'chon. Miraculously, the bird agrees to it and flies off.
After a couple more hours, a gargantuan bird appears over a mountain and swoops toward them, landing upon the tallest tower of the Eyrie. This roc, a creature of legend, then carries the adventurers in the direction T'chon went. Eventually the aarakocra crosses paths with them on his way back to the Eyrie. He explains what he saw, and the roc drops its riders off about a mile from Ivittuut so they can formulate a plan.
Early the next morning, Xenephon casts a silence aura spell on Krissy, who then sneaks into the town of Ivittuut. She assassinates a harpy along the way, making no sound thanks to the azer's spell. Finally she makes it to the aarakocra witch's abode. She peeks inside the door to see the aarakocra performing some sort of black magic with a cauldron and some broken egg shells. This is Veleda.
Long ago, an aarakocra cleric sold her soul to the demon lord Baphomet in exchange for a powerful dagger of withering. For her crime, she was hurled from Maztica and into the cursed swamps of Ivittuut, where her wings shriveled and her body gnarled and contorted. No longer able to fly, and forever cut off from the cloud realm of her people, Veleda formed her own community of harpies in the shadow of the Eyrie.
Krissy signals for her friends to come, then lights the building on fire. But her friends are not as stealthy as she. Bryta's jingling chainmail and Xenephon's cumbersome bronze body and flaming hair alert the other harpies in the area, who swarm out of the surrounding buildings, screeching and cursing!
The chaos of battle ensues. Silversac Sam charges into the thickest of the fighting, laying about him with his heavy axe, surrounding himself in a mist of blood and screams. Krissy dances from foe to foe, cutting and stabbing with her rapier. The silence spell surrounding her prevents the harpies from using their charming song.
A harpy springs at Xenephon. The cleric gets his hammer up in time to turn the blow, almost losing his grip under the furious attack. His enemy rakes a talon across his thigh, unbalancing him enough that he takes another blow to his left shoulder. Furious, Xenephon raises his hammer aloft and bellows a prayer to the Light. A nova of blinding light explodes out from the azer, knocking all of the harpies down and severely wounding them.
Presently, the cursed aarakocra witch herself emerges from her lair and slashes at Krissy with a sinister-looking dagger. The rogue parries enough so that her foe's blade slides off her leather armor instead of impaling her. However, she sustains a flesh wound that radiates an unnatural pain. Krissy backs away and, with her fast hands, digs a potion out of her pack and chugs it.
Silversac Sam and Bryta charge at Veleda. The cursed aarakocra tries to turn the half-orc's axestroke aside with her dagger, but the heavy blade slams into her chest and knocks her backward. Blood spews from her mouth in a gargled screech. T'chon creates an illusory dragon that snaps its ethereal jaws at her. Veleda tries to fight back, but the image in her mind's eye is too powerful. Bryta calls out a battle maneuver, allowing Krissy to slip into the melee and cut another wound upon Veleda. Between the fearsome dragon illusion, Bryta's swordblows, the half-orc's mighty axe, Krissy's sneaky crossbow shots, and Xenephon's radiant spells, Veleda is no match. She turns and flees, but Xenephon drops her with a mystical bolt of light.
The party questions her when she wakes up, and they learn that Veleda was using the aarakocra eggshells in her divination magic. She's been trying to commune to Baphomet to figure out why the slaadi are attacking with such relentless force all of a sudden. Krissy resists the urge to slit the loathsome creature's throat, but Xenephon takes the liberty of smashing her head in with his hammer.
After many days of traveling back through the mountains, the companions return to the Eyrie to report their victory over the harpies and their outcast leader. Syranita gratefully gives them a ring of feather fall as a parting gift.
On their way back to Breidablik, the companions meets Hodd, Letha, and Calladastina traveling along with a new friend — an old man with a frumpy wide-brimmed hat, a scraggly white beard, and an eyepatch over one eye. He could be a mage, as a crow lights upon one shoulder.
In fact, this is Odin. The Allfather tells them that he's coming with them to Breidablik to help out. The companions share their suspicions about Toki Melnirson being a slaad, and Odin assures that he'll speak with Toki himself. Bryta lowers her head, hoping her father doesn't recognize her. But Odin does indeed, glaring down at her with his one good eye. The flicker of a smile crosses his lips, quickly replaced by a frown. He asks why she has returned to Ysgard without the dragon-slaying axe Arngrim. Bryta explains that she did not intend to come here — it was just the happenstance of a portal in the Outlands.
The companions, along with their three new friends and Odin the Allfather, finally make it back to Breidablik. The Wise Council are speaking amongst themselves at their high table when the hall doors suddenly burst open and the adventurers all march in. Toki appears quite nervous at the sight of Odin, who strides up to him and glowers down at him with an eye the color of cold steel.
Toki Melnirson issues a throaty scream as his flesh melts away to reveal bumpy grey skin beneath. His teeth grow long and sharp. His finger and toenails stretch into vicious long claws. His skull and face reform to that of a giant wide-mouthed toad. The grey slaad raises a shard of pure entropy and thrusts it into Odin's belly, declaring that Ygorl will exact vengeance upon all of Ysgard for stealing the Spawning Stone. Bryta screams and lunges at Toki. As her friends all charge in to help, Toki croaks laughter and planeshifts away.