Devious serpent folk devoid of compassion, yuan-ti manipulate other creatures by arousing their doubts, evoking their fears, and elevating and crushing their hopes. From remote temples in jungles, swamps, and deserts, the yuan-ti plot to supplant and dominate all other races and to make themselves gods.
"Not to mention, we could earn ourselves a nice reputation with this job. Protect the village, disperse the evil, that sounds like fun!Rangiel let out a loud guffaw in anticipation, awaiting their departure to Barovia.
"Omens, indeed.. the gods have pointed us in the direction of those who need our help! And help we must!" exclaims Valanthe! Preaching with fervor, she continues, "Whatever this evil is, it must be stopped! We shall bring the Song of the Dark Maiden to them all so that they have the strength to overcome!"
Then, after taking a breath to calm herself, "By the way, what is a Burgomaster, and for that matter where is Bavoria? I've never heard either. Regardless, we most definitely should go!"
// OOC I personally know what a burgomaster is, but I'm assuming it's a rare term in Valanthe's part of the world... and it's not like she's the sharpest knife in the drawer, more passion than knowledge. //
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Yay for checks involving things I know nothing of! Burgomasters are unknown to me (even though I know a little about Ravenloft.)
Rolling an Intelligence (History) check. I assume that since my character, you know, comes from outside the Demiplane of Dread, one is required. If I succeed, tell me what it is through OOC or private message, and I'll edit it in and explain it..
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"'So what for a big mystery'? What do you speak of? We still know nothing of this dreadful disease, nor what caused it..."
"Some sort of administrator, I reckon." says Byllemura to Valanthe. "It looks like Barovia is a community to the west. Let's leave early tomorrow morning. I am not in the mood for a camp in the woods tonight."
Turning towards Aranna: "You're right. Let's find out what happened to this lady Kolyana."
Deroc read the letter again, his expression deeply troubled. Missing part of the conversation, he spoke, "No. This is no good omen," Deroc flipped the paper around in his hand, developing his next thoughts.
"It is strange, very strange. We're mercenaries, hunters of beasts and men. Why would this person be seeking us for a sickness?"
Deroc's brow was furrowed together as his mind raced, "If this is a sickness, it is no mere disease." Warning was heavy in his voice as his eyes travelled over his companions.
After a night at the tavern, dawn comes quickly. The ground is shrouded in a light mist.
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Devious serpent folk devoid of compassion, yuan-ti manipulate other creatures by arousing their doubts, evoking their fears, and elevating and crushing their hopes. From remote temples in jungles, swamps, and deserts, the yuan-ti plot to supplant and dominate all other races and to make themselves gods.
"...I came here for adventure and discovery. Not for the clink of coin. So what if I am cast down and killed? I want to know. Isn't that enough?" Aranna sighed. "I will go on this journey whether you'd like to or not. Wish me luck, if you stay here."
Deroc stood outside, leaning against the wall of the tavern. He had opted to sleep outside, not caring for the comfort of a bed. The grey mist clinged to his form as he sharpened one of his daggers. A quick and slight clinging coming from each movement of wetstone on steel. Watching, Deroc's electric blue eyes witnessed as the town came alive. His hooded figure looked the same as it had the night before. His mind clear and sharp, saved from the debilitating effects of alcohol.
"A curse" says Emre, matter-of-fact. "We track down the one responsible and get them to lift the curse. Although," she equivocates pensively, "why wouldn't the letter just say that...?"
Deroc saw as Thpas, his good ol' drinking buddy stepped out of the tavern. "Hey, Thpas, how's your mind today? Can you still walk straight?" Deroc's voice was playful while still slightly intimidating.
"Ha-HAH! What a beautiful morning for an adventure!" Rangiel exclaimed as he stepped out of the tavern, fully dressed in his chain armor, scimitar on the left of his belt, handaxes on both sides of the belt, bow and quiver on his back along with his pack, and his shield on his left hand. He looked around saying, "Who is not ready?"
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Avast ye mainster! Timber me portside and buckleswash the poopdeck!
"Clear as a bell, as always..." Thpas claps his hand on Deroc's shoulder "And what of you? You can hardly walk straight when you're sober," At that, Thpas makesa playful shove to the side of Deroc. "You see what I mean"? The Aasimar laughs, his cape, billowing in the low hanging mist.
Deroc, wincing at Rangiel's crazy optimism, the Goliath towering over him and Thpas, reacted to the Aasimar's shove. Holding out, Deroc didn't budge an inch from Thpas's half-hearted shove. "Thpas, I walk straighter than you when I'm drunk then when you're sober." A smile on his face, Deroc began to walk alongside the warlock. Deroc had seen many terrible things, Thpas's power being one of them, however, he never felt any fear for the Aasimar.
"So, we heading out at first light?" Sighing, the half-elf continued, "I don't agree with this." Deroc's pessimism was coming out in droves with this job.
You see Valanthe emerge from a wooded area just off the road, seeming to put on the final straps of her armor on, shield on her back and sword sheathed on her side... "I was up early to pray to my Lady of Silverhair and decided to adhere more strictly to the traditions of Her Dance - given the righteous cause we are rallying for." Up close you see the sweat still dripping from her brow, and for the first time in a long time pale blonde roots are showing beneath her silver hair (//OOC let's say you notice if your passive perception is high enough//). "So... shall we? Or are there any supplies you wish to procure before we head to this Bavoria."
// OCC the misspelling of "Barovia" in character is on purpose.... lol //
//OOC I'm assuming a natural perception of 14 is high enough//
Deroc noticed Valanthe walk out of the woods, her form just now being covered with armor. Listening to her, his eyes narrowed in. Apparently, she had just finished as her brow was covered in sweat. Then he saw the roots, they were blonde, not grey. Jogging up to his fellow half-elf, Deroc leaned into her, only a few inches separated them at this point. His eyes focused on the roots of her hair. "Hey, Valanthe, what's up with your hair. It wasn't like this last night."
Confusion was evident on Deroc's face as he leaned back on his heels. "Anyways, it's Barovia, not Bavoria."
//OOC BTW Leon, Deroc smells rather nice and Valanthe would notice this//
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So are you heading to Barovia?
Devious serpent folk devoid of compassion, yuan-ti manipulate other creatures by arousing their doubts, evoking their fears, and elevating and crushing their hopes. From remote temples in jungles, swamps, and deserts, the yuan-ti plot to supplant and dominate all other races and to make themselves gods.
"Not to mention, we could earn ourselves a nice reputation with this job. Protect the village, disperse the evil, that sounds like fun! Rangiel let out a loud guffaw in anticipation, awaiting their departure to Barovia.
Avast ye mainster! Timber me portside and buckleswash the poopdeck!
"Omens, indeed.. the gods have pointed us in the direction of those who need our help! And help we must!" exclaims Valanthe! Preaching with fervor, she continues, "Whatever this evil is, it must be stopped! We shall bring the Song of the Dark Maiden to them all so that they have the strength to overcome!"
Storm King's Thunder - Ink, Elven Bladesinging Wizard
Core City: APbPA - Ormond, Human Twilight Cleric
The Inferno - BG:Dia - DM
They keep me rollin'
Then, after taking a breath to calm herself, "By the way, what is a Burgomaster, and for that matter where is Bavoria? I've never heard either. Regardless, we most definitely should go!"
// OOC I personally know what a burgomaster is, but I'm assuming it's a rare term in Valanthe's part of the world... and it's not like she's the sharpest knife in the drawer, more passion than knowledge. //
Storm King's Thunder - Ink, Elven Bladesinging Wizard
Core City: APbPA - Ormond, Human Twilight Cleric
The Inferno - BG:Dia - DM
They keep me rollin'
Yay for checks involving things I know nothing of! Burgomasters are unknown to me (even though I know a little about Ravenloft.)
Rolling an Intelligence (History) check. I assume that since my character, you know, comes from outside the Demiplane of Dread, one is required. If I succeed, tell me what it is through OOC or private message, and I'll edit it in and explain it..
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"'So what for a big mystery'? What do you speak of? We still know nothing of this dreadful disease, nor what caused it..."
"Some sort of administrator, I reckon." says Byllemura to Valanthe. "It looks like Barovia is a community to the west. Let's leave early tomorrow morning. I am not in the mood for a camp in the woods tonight."
Turning towards Aranna: "You're right. Let's find out what happened to this lady Kolyana."
PbP: Curse of Strahd: In the Shadow of Ravenloft - Byllemura Ziasebek, Tiefling Sorceress (4)
"Indeed."
So, we're skipping that? Figures. Just... forget the spoiler.
Deroc read the letter again, his expression deeply troubled. Missing part of the conversation, he spoke, "No. This is no good omen," Deroc flipped the paper around in his hand, developing his next thoughts.
"It is strange, very strange. We're mercenaries, hunters of beasts and men. Why would this person be seeking us for a sickness?"
Deroc's brow was furrowed together as his mind raced, "If this is a sickness, it is no mere disease." Warning was heavy in his voice as his eyes travelled over his companions.
After a night at the tavern, dawn comes quickly. The ground is shrouded in a light mist.
Devious serpent folk devoid of compassion, yuan-ti manipulate other creatures by arousing their doubts, evoking their fears, and elevating and crushing their hopes. From remote temples in jungles, swamps, and deserts, the yuan-ti plot to supplant and dominate all other races and to make themselves gods.
"...I came here for adventure and discovery. Not for the clink of coin. So what if I am cast down and killed? I want to know. Isn't that enough?" Aranna sighed. "I will go on this journey whether you'd like to or not. Wish me luck, if you stay here."
Deroc stood outside, leaning against the wall of the tavern. He had opted to sleep outside, not caring for the comfort of a bed. The grey mist clinged to his form as he sharpened one of his daggers. A quick and slight clinging coming from each movement of wetstone on steel. Watching, Deroc's electric blue eyes witnessed as the town came alive. His hooded figure looked the same as it had the night before. His mind clear and sharp, saved from the debilitating effects of alcohol.
"A curse" says Emre, matter-of-fact. "We track down the one responsible and get them to lift the curse. Although," she equivocates pensively, "why wouldn't the letter just say that...?"
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"I'm with this one". Following Arrana Thpas yawns and rubs his eyes as he steps outside, taking a deep breath of the morning air.
Deroc saw as Thpas, his good ol' drinking buddy stepped out of the tavern. "Hey, Thpas, how's your mind today? Can you still walk straight?" Deroc's voice was playful while still slightly intimidating.
DM - Storm King's Thunder PbP | Yet Another Storm King's Thunder PbP
Current: Eogard Duramastar, Human Twilight Cleric/Star Druid | Eiren Lathrana, Shadar-Kai Eldritch Knight/Bladesinger | Arugula, Rabbitfolk Armorer
Survivor: CrispyDM's Saltmarsh as Syltra | SarcasticFury's Strahd as Hadrian Frozenspark | Forge of Fury as The DM
"Ha-HAH! What a beautiful morning for an adventure!" Rangiel exclaimed as he stepped out of the tavern, fully dressed in his chain armor, scimitar on the left of his belt, handaxes on both sides of the belt, bow and quiver on his back along with his pack, and his shield on his left hand. He looked around saying, "Who is not ready?"
Avast ye mainster! Timber me portside and buckleswash the poopdeck!
"Clear as a bell, as always..." Thpas claps his hand on Deroc's shoulder "And what of you? You can hardly walk straight when you're sober," At that, Thpas makesa playful shove to the side of Deroc. "You see what I mean"? The Aasimar laughs, his cape, billowing in the low hanging mist.
Deroc, wincing at Rangiel's crazy optimism, the Goliath towering over him and Thpas, reacted to the Aasimar's shove. Holding out, Deroc didn't budge an inch from Thpas's half-hearted shove. "Thpas, I walk straighter than you when I'm drunk then when you're sober." A smile on his face, Deroc began to walk alongside the warlock. Deroc had seen many terrible things, Thpas's power being one of them, however, he never felt any fear for the Aasimar.
"So, we heading out at first light?" Sighing, the half-elf continued, "I don't agree with this." Deroc's pessimism was coming out in droves with this job.
You see Valanthe emerge from a wooded area just off the road, seeming to put on the final straps of her armor on, shield on her back and sword sheathed on her side... "I was up early to pray to my Lady of Silverhair and decided to adhere more strictly to the traditions of Her Dance - given the righteous cause we are rallying for." Up close you see the sweat still dripping from her brow, and for the first time in a long time pale blonde roots are showing beneath her silver hair (//OOC let's say you notice if your passive perception is high enough//). "So... shall we? Or are there any supplies you wish to procure before we head to this Bavoria."
// OCC the misspelling of "Barovia" in character is on purpose.... lol //
Storm King's Thunder - Ink, Elven Bladesinging Wizard
Core City: APbPA - Ormond, Human Twilight Cleric
The Inferno - BG:Dia - DM
They keep me rollin'
//OOC I'm assuming a natural perception of 14 is high enough//
Deroc noticed Valanthe walk out of the woods, her form just now being covered with armor. Listening to her, his eyes narrowed in. Apparently, she had just finished as her brow was covered in sweat. Then he saw the roots, they were blonde, not grey. Jogging up to his fellow half-elf, Deroc leaned into her, only a few inches separated them at this point. His eyes focused on the roots of her hair. "Hey, Valanthe, what's up with your hair. It wasn't like this last night."
Confusion was evident on Deroc's face as he leaned back on his heels. "Anyways, it's Barovia, not Bavoria."
//OOC BTW Leon, Deroc smells rather nice and Valanthe would notice this//