“Your brother sent you the letter as well? Perhaps this demon have been posing as our kin for all our lives and is now drawing us in!” ‘It could explain a lot of things chad always make my life difficult’ “Though on second thought probably not, Yes well at any rate I must agree with miss Svetlana on this that, Wereraven? Well it most certainly did not receive a letter. Oh and on her point of standing together. With her knowledge and leadership, Rhykel’s blade and honor, The dwarf’s aaa Answer was it? Well his might and heart, the halflings nimbleness and loyalty mmm ah Maria? No Marlen? I’ll get it eventually… where was I oh Rufus yes you seem like the keen , planing type. What I’m trying to say here is we’ll make a great team! We cover all the bases to over come any obstacles. Yay!” He points to each person as he speaks trying to commit their names to memory
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Miralen suddenly recalls, when she saw the wereraven take flight, feathers (and maybe something else) had been left on the ground where it stood. "Maybe we should investigate the area where the wereraven took off, and see what was left behind there," she says.
As Miralen makes the short walk to where the creature took flight, she indeed discovers 6 Feathers, a potion of healing, and Nestled just underneath them, a peculiar shaped wooden artifact.
Had Rhykal not just felt it for herself — felt it like a sickness creeping inside her bones, gnawing at her skin — she might not have believed Svetlana’s claim, particularly in the face of her odd out outburst … but it is difficult to argue it now, when the truth of it has lodged itself inside of her. Still, she’s hardly willing to accept someone else’s word about their lack of escape options, and even less the thought of simply waiting. She is, however, more than willing to slide her greatsword from its scabbard; its weight in her hands feels some small comfort, even now.
“My letter claimed to be from a deceased relative as well,” she acknowledges (perhaps not the version of relative that the others mean, but — not a lie, either), with growing concern; if these are the workings of Strahd, whoever he is, the knowledge he seems to have of all of them continues to trouble her. Even if it’s someone else — “Should we be prepared for something inside this fog? Creatures that hunt within it? Other monstrosities?” she asks Svetlana, taking a few steps closer to the edge of it as she peers in its direction, and cutting through the rest of the discussion; today, she’s much more interested in living than small talk. Though, after a beat, she blinks at Radallion, noting: “Well, you certainly have enthusiasm covered for all of us.”
As she briefly turns to watch Miralen return to the spot where the wereraven had been— not a bad idea at all, all things considered — she calls toward her: "Find anything there?"
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Upon finding feathers, a potion, and a wooden artifact, Miralen quickly slips one of the items into her pack, and takes the wooden artifact and feathers back to the group. "I did!" she calls back to Rhykal.
As Miralen approaches the party, she is grasping in one hand, a collection of black feathers, 3 feat in length, nearly taller than Miralen herself. In the other hand, a strange wooden artifact. with ornate decorations on it, depicting Raven Skulls.
"Enthusiasm is a powerful ally" the last of the Dusk Elf maidens smiles at Radallion and Rhykal.
“How ironic” Svetlana finds herself thinking. "I have been in Barovia for centuries... yet I have rarely felt as good as with these foreigners - who have never been there. Maybe because they still seem so... alive and vital? And because Barovia has not yet sucked their smiles and hopes out of them?" "You feel good with us too, Svetlana!" the Voices in her head remind her - this time, at least, all substantially in agreement. "Yes, of course..." she confirms, although not too convinced "I get along well with you too. You have become part of me".
Upon seeing the woman-child returning with the imposing feathers and the mysterious object, the Savage Wanderer observes: "Six feathers! One for each of us! So the Wereraven wanted to help us. Let's take one each, perhaps they will protect us or help us in some way" (and, if Miralen allows her, she leads by example and takes one). She also examines the strange wooden artifact.
@DM: The image reminds me of a shield... But if it was a shield you would have told us, I imagine - so it will be a different thing. What size is it, anyway?
"It has ornate decorations on it, representing..." Svetlana comments "...Raven skulls? A strange gift, from a Wereraven. But I suggest we keep this one too. I assume it will have been provided to us for a right. Do you want to keep it yourself, since you found it, Miralen?"
Assuming MIralen allows, Rufus also accepts a feather.
"Assuming the creature means to protect us, yes. Had it meant us harm, it might have shown some sign of aggression. But, its reaction was to flee the scene, leaving behind these feathers and this little artifact. For one reason or another, it chose to avoid confrontation. From this we may deduce that it isn't brutish, aggressive without thinking. It is either flighty, scared by the sight of us, or intelligent. In either case, it may yet mean us harm."(Rufus doesn't know about the healing potion.)
"Don't worry, Rufus" Svetlana insists. "Or better: don't worry about the Wereraven; it's just like I told you before... They are very cautious, that must be why he flew away... but they also are inclined to do good".
"As for any dangers, I'm more worried about what might lurk in the fog..." the last of the Dusk Elf maidens continues to keep an eye on the mist that now surrounds them, while Rufus takes a look at the artifact, ready to shoot an arrow. She also tries to pay attention to any sounds... just in case there's anything to be heard from the mist...
After a moment's hesitation, Rhykal -- assuming Miralen is willing -- accepts one of the massive feathers as well, examining it quickly; it's quite an enormous trinket, as these things go, but she tucks it away as best as she can, staring back out into the fog, finding herself thoroughly aligned with Svetlana in this: the threat of what might lie in wait to attack from the fog seems the greatest present danger. "Wereraven trinkets or not, we can't simply wait around here for some new threat to emerge from the mist," Rhykal says, feeling herself growing restless; wherever they are, Rhykal's inclined to keep pushing forward, find a way out of these woods, cursed or not. The rot of this place, her own paranoia -- well, it's beginning to wear on her.
Six feathers, seemingly one for each of us, everyone starts to collect a feather to examine, and we all take turns studying the wooden artifact. When suddenly Miralen remembers, sharing her thoughts aloud to the group, "I have heard rumors of a heart shaped wooden device that could be used to communicate with the spirit world... Considering the events here, I suspect I might not be far off with my guess." She then replies to Svetlana, "I think you're right, I believe it was left to us for a reason, and might be of use in this place..." Miralen looks around at the fog relentlessly creeping around them, wondering what their next move should be.
Radallion takes his feather as well tucking it behind his ear “how do I look?” He stands there for a moment before saying “I think it might be better with a hat”
Miralen has a deep intuition to escape the encroaching fog, although she isn't sure which is the right way. 6 paths converge upon you, each traversed by a person you're facing. on either side of those paths, a dense and dying wilderness. The daylight barely pieces through the veil of fog above, granting only subtle light this afternoon. Miralen knows it won't be long before that daylight fades, and night overtakes the mists.
Public note: Should anyone attempt to walk down a path, you can declare the path based on the party member who traveled down it originally. You all retain the memory of which path you came down, so just identify them as "Radallions path" or Miralens path" etc.
Six feathers, seemingly one for each of us, everyone starts to collect a feather to examine, and we all take turns studying the wooden artifact. When suddenly Miralen remembers, sharing her thoughts aloud to the group, "I have heard rumors of a heart shaped wooden device that could be used to communicate with the spirit world... Considering the events here, I suspect I might not be far off with my guess." She then replies to Svetlana, "I think you're right, I believe it was left to us for a reason, and might be of use in this place..." Miralen looks around at the fog relentlessly creeping around them, wondering what their next move should be.
Insight check: 1
"If any of us know how to use it," Rufus adds, a quizzical expression on his face.
Radallion takes his feather as well tucking it behind his ear “how do I look?” He stands there for a moment before saying “I think it might be better with a hat”
"Like a man lost in the mist. Albeit a dashing one."
"Don't worry, Rufus" Svetlana insists. "Or better: don't worry about the Wereraven; it's just like I told you before... They are very cautious, that must be why he flew away... but they also are inclined to do good".
"As for any dangers, I'm more worried about what might lurk in the fog..." the last of the Dusk Elf maidens continues to keep an eye on the mist that now surrounds them, while Rufus takes a look at the artifact, ready to shoot an arrow. She also tries to pay attention to any sounds... just in case there's anything to be heard from the mist...
"Indeed!" Rufus says, speaking quickly. "And I fear we may soon find out precisely what danger the mist holds, unless we can discover a way out. We have a choice of paths. May I propose that we follow the path of the person best acclimated to this place--Svetlana."
Rhykal glances between the paths, but there aren't a great many distinguishing features; mist obscures their vision, the trees in every direction are uninviting, and the very ground itself is deeply sick with whatever evil it is that infects the land. When Rufus suggests Svetlana, there's no reason to argue; it's not as if Rhykal genuinely believes any of these paths will end where they began, so all they have is luck. And all Rhykal has is a desperate, furious eagerness to go somewhere else. "Why not?" she says, and, with little pause, begins walking toward Svetlana's path, blade still in hand, like the confidence of her steps will pretend away her own uncertainty.
‘Rufus and Rhykal are going down that one… Rufus is quick on his feet could be nice in an intense situation. Rhykal was ready to fight before and seemed skilled with her sword. Following them would be safer than with the halfling or the dwarf he’s strong but impetuous. If Svetlana takes a different path though… perhaps she knows a better one…’
Radallion will wait to see what path Svetlana will take and then he’ll take that one
“Your brother sent you the letter as well? Perhaps this demon have been posing as our kin for all our lives and is now drawing us in!” ‘It could explain a lot of things chad always make my life difficult’ “Though on second thought probably not, Yes well at any rate I must agree with miss Svetlana on this that, Wereraven? Well it most certainly did not receive a letter. Oh and on her point of standing together. With her knowledge and leadership, Rhykel’s blade and honor, The dwarf’s aaa Answer was it? Well his might and heart, the halflings nimbleness and loyalty mmm ah Maria? No Marlen? I’ll get it eventually… where was I oh Rufus yes you seem like the keen , planing type. What I’m trying to say here is we’ll make a great team! We cover all the bases to over come any obstacles. Yay!” He points to each person as he speaks trying to commit their names to memory
‘My day has gotten significantly better’
Miralen suddenly recalls, when she saw the wereraven take flight, feathers (and maybe something else) had been left on the ground where it stood. "Maybe we should investigate the area where the wereraven took off, and see what was left behind there," she says.
Investigate: 12
As Miralen makes the short walk to where the creature took flight, she indeed discovers 6 Feathers, a potion of healing, and Nestled just underneath them, a peculiar shaped wooden artifact.
Had Rhykal not just felt it for herself — felt it like a sickness creeping inside her bones, gnawing at her skin — she might not have believed Svetlana’s claim, particularly in the face of her odd out outburst … but it is difficult to argue it now, when the truth of it has lodged itself inside of her. Still, she’s hardly willing to accept someone else’s word about their lack of escape options, and even less the thought of simply waiting. She is, however, more than willing to slide her greatsword from its scabbard; its weight in her hands feels some small comfort, even now.
“My letter claimed to be from a deceased relative as well,” she acknowledges (perhaps not the version of relative that the others mean, but — not a lie, either), with growing concern; if these are the workings of Strahd, whoever he is, the knowledge he seems to have of all of them continues to trouble her. Even if it’s someone else — “Should we be prepared for something inside this fog? Creatures that hunt within it? Other monstrosities?” she asks Svetlana, taking a few steps closer to the edge of it as she peers in its direction, and cutting through the rest of the discussion; today, she’s much more interested in living than small talk. Though, after a beat, she blinks at Radallion, noting: “Well, you certainly have enthusiasm covered for all of us.”
As she briefly turns to watch Miralen return to the spot where the wereraven had been— not a bad idea at all, all things considered — she calls toward her: "Find anything there?"
Upon finding feathers, a potion, and a wooden artifact, Miralen quickly slips one of the items into her pack, and takes the wooden artifact and feathers back to the group. "I did!" she calls back to Rhykal.
Miralen hides the healing potion in her pack
sleight of hand: 9
@Hayley70763, a success!
As Miralen approaches the party, she is grasping in one hand, a collection of black feathers, 3 feat in length, nearly taller than Miralen herself. In the other hand, a strange wooden artifact. with ornate decorations on it, depicting Raven Skulls.
"Enthusiasm is a powerful ally" the last of the Dusk Elf maidens smiles at Radallion and Rhykal.
“How ironic” Svetlana finds herself thinking. "I have been in Barovia for centuries... yet I have rarely felt as good as with these foreigners - who have never been there. Maybe because they still seem so... alive and vital? And because Barovia has not yet sucked their smiles and hopes out of them?"
"You feel good with us too, Svetlana!" the Voices in her head remind her - this time, at least, all substantially in agreement.
"Yes, of course..." she confirms, although not too convinced "I get along well with you too. You have become part of me".
Upon seeing the woman-child returning with the imposing feathers and the mysterious object, the Savage Wanderer observes: "Six feathers! One for each of us! So the Wereraven wanted to help us. Let's take one each, perhaps they will protect us or help us in some way" (and, if Miralen allows her, she leads by example and takes one). She also examines the strange wooden artifact.
@DM: The image reminds me of a shield... But if it was a shield you would have told us, I imagine - so it will be a different thing. What size is it, anyway?
"It has ornate decorations on it, representing..." Svetlana comments "...Raven skulls? A strange gift, from a Wereraven. But I suggest we keep this one too. I assume it will have been provided to us for a right. Do you want to keep it yourself, since you found it, Miralen?"
@svetlana it’s approximately the size of your hand.
Assuming MIralen allows, Rufus also accepts a feather.
"Assuming the creature means to protect us, yes. Had it meant us harm, it might have shown some sign of aggression. But, its reaction was to flee the scene, leaving behind these feathers and this little artifact. For one reason or another, it chose to avoid confrontation. From this we may deduce that it isn't brutish, aggressive without thinking. It is either flighty, scared by the sight of us, or intelligent. In either case, it may yet mean us harm." (Rufus doesn't know about the healing potion.)
Rufus studies the artifact from afar.
Arcana on the wooden artifact: 7
"Don't worry, Rufus" Svetlana insists. "Or better: don't worry about the Wereraven; it's just like I told you before... They are very cautious, that must be why he flew away... but they also are inclined to do good".
"As for any dangers, I'm more worried about what might lurk in the fog..." the last of the Dusk Elf maidens continues to keep an eye on the mist that now surrounds them, while Rufus takes a look at the artifact, ready to shoot an arrow. She also tries to pay attention to any sounds... just in case there's anything to be heard from the mist...
You do suspect this artifact to be magical in nature, but can’t quite place the actual use of this device.
After a moment's hesitation, Rhykal -- assuming Miralen is willing -- accepts one of the massive feathers as well, examining it quickly; it's quite an enormous trinket, as these things go, but she tucks it away as best as she can, staring back out into the fog, finding herself thoroughly aligned with Svetlana in this: the threat of what might lie in wait to attack from the fog seems the greatest present danger. "Wereraven trinkets or not, we can't simply wait around here for some new threat to emerge from the mist," Rhykal says, feeling herself growing restless; wherever they are, Rhykal's inclined to keep pushing forward, find a way out of these woods, cursed or not. The rot of this place, her own paranoia -- well, it's beginning to wear on her.
Six feathers, seemingly one for each of us, everyone starts to collect a feather to examine, and we all take turns studying the wooden artifact. When suddenly Miralen remembers, sharing her thoughts aloud to the group, "I have heard rumors of a heart shaped wooden device that could be used to communicate with the spirit world... Considering the events here, I suspect I might not be far off with my guess." She then replies to Svetlana, "I think you're right, I believe it was left to us for a reason, and might be of use in this place..." Miralen looks around at the fog relentlessly creeping around them, wondering what their next move should be.
Insight check: 1
Radallion takes his feather as well tucking it behind his ear “how do I look?” He stands there for a moment before saying “I think it might be better with a hat”
lucky insight reroll: 21
Miralen has a deep intuition to escape the encroaching fog, although she isn't sure which is the right way. 6 paths converge upon you, each traversed by a person you're facing. on either side of those paths, a dense and dying wilderness. The daylight barely pieces through the veil of fog above, granting only subtle light this afternoon. Miralen knows it won't be long before that daylight fades, and night overtakes the mists.
Public note: Should anyone attempt to walk down a path, you can declare the path based on the party member who traveled down it originally. You all retain the memory of which path you came down, so just identify them as "Radallions path" or Miralens path" etc.
"If any of us know how to use it," Rufus adds, a quizzical expression on his face.
"Like a man lost in the mist. Albeit a dashing one."
"Indeed!" Rufus says, speaking quickly. "And I fear we may soon find out precisely what danger the mist holds, unless we can discover a way out. We have a choice of paths. May I propose that we follow the path of the person best acclimated to this place--Svetlana."
Rhykal glances between the paths, but there aren't a great many distinguishing features; mist obscures their vision, the trees in every direction are uninviting, and the very ground itself is deeply sick with whatever evil it is that infects the land. When Rufus suggests Svetlana, there's no reason to argue; it's not as if Rhykal genuinely believes any of these paths will end where they began, so all they have is luck. And all Rhykal has is a desperate, furious eagerness to go somewhere else. "Why not?" she says, and, with little pause, begins walking toward Svetlana's path, blade still in hand, like the confidence of her steps will pretend away her own uncertainty.
‘Rufus and Rhykal are going down that one… Rufus is quick on his feet could be nice in an intense situation. Rhykal was ready to fight before and seemed skilled with her sword. Following them would be safer than with the halfling or the dwarf he’s strong but impetuous. If Svetlana takes a different path though… perhaps she knows a better one…’
Radallion will wait to see what path Svetlana will take and then he’ll take that one