To a party of seasoned adventurers such as yourselves, what you see is but another dull tavern in another dull town in some nameless province. It is but another span of time between the challenges of true adventuring.
Outside the tavern, a fog lies over the town this evening. The damp, cobbled pavement glistens as the lights of street lanterns dance across the slick stones. The fog chills the bones and shivers the soul of anyone outside.
Yet inside these tavern walls the food is hearty, and the ale is warm and frothy. A fire blazes in the hearth, and the tavern is alive with the tumbling voices of country folk.
Each group sits at separate tables, food and drink scattered across the tops, awaiting the next morning so that your parties can hitch a ride with the traveling merchant, willing to take you close to where each of you need to go, the Svalich Woods.
Suddenly, the tavern door swings open, and a hush falls over the room. Framed by the lamp-lit fog, a form strides through the doorway. His heavy, booted footfalls and the jingle of his coins shatter the silence. His brightly colored clothes are draped in loose folds about him, and his hat hangs askew, hiding his eyes in shadows. Without hesitation, he walks up to each of your tables and stands proudly in a wide stance with folded arms.
In an accented voice he says, “I have been sent to you to deliver this message. If you be creatures of honor, you will come to my Master’s aid at first light.” He pulls from his tunic a sealed letter, addressed to all of you in beautiful flowing script. He drops a letter on each of the tables. “I've heard the merchant is taking you all there in the morning, so you should have no problems finding it. There you will find my master in Barovia.”
Amid the silent stares of the patronage, the man strides to the bar and says to the wary barkeep, “Fill the glasses, one and all. Their throats are obviously parched.” He drops a purse heavy with gold on the bar. With that, he leaves.
The babble of tavern voices resumes, although somewhat subdued. The letter is lying before you. The seal is in the shape of a crest you don’t recognize.
You are currently separated in two groups, feel free to discuss what you would like to do in your private chats. ((Keep in mind, I'm going to use this as the lock-in post for your character. Once posted here, I will assume your character is done and all set.))
((Description for the other group - Vorser is a 6'0 male, wearing chainmail covered in a dusty hooded cloak, which is raised keeping his face hidden unless viewed directly. A long sword at his side and a large shield with a damaged mailed hand emblazoned in the centre.))
"Well, that was certainly unexpected, it would seem someone is watching our actions, perhaps we haven't been as inconspicuous as we thought." Vorser picks up the envelope examining crest with suspicion. "It's rare for one to flaunt such wealth to have interests that will align with our cause. Barkeep, who was that man? He doesn't seem to fit the area or your normal clientele."
"No point trying to speculate the contents I guess." Vorser flips the envelope over and breaks the seal, removing the contents.
Before you open the envelope, the bartender, hearing Vorser call over to him, speaks up over the crowd and answers your question, loud enough for both groups to hear. "That was Arrigal! He's part of the group of Vistani, friendly guy, friendly folk!"
((Vorser/Durant;))
"Hail to thee of might and valor.
I, a lowly servant of Barovia, send honor to thee. We plead for thy so desperately needed assistance.
The love of my life, Ireena Kolyana, has been afflicted by an evil so deadly that even the good people of our village cannot protect her. She languishes from her wound, and I would have her saved from this menace.
There is much wealth in this community. I offer all that might be had to thee and thy fellows if thou shalt but answer my desperate plea.
Come quickly, for her time is at hand! All that I have shall be thine!
Kolyan Indirovich Burgomaster"
((Waiting for the other group to respond to their letter.))
( A young woman in her late twenties with a rather worse for wear scarlet velvet dress and a well worn engraved leather corset. Her voluminous hair is held back from her face by a red silk kerchief. Basically Demetria Mckinney..)
Ignatia raised an eyebrow to Lia and Janek and slid the letter towards herself opening it and reading it seriously before passing it to Lia.
" Arrigal.....well he certainly knows how to make an entrance. And win my heart with free wine."
She looked over to the other table and the armoured bruiser with interest as she thought over the letters contents.
((Ignatia/Lia/Janek;)) ((Instead of posting the picture again, here is the contents of the letter. If you want to see the picture, just click the spoiler above))
As each of you get your turns with the letter, you read the following.
"Hail to thee of might and valor.
I, a lowly servant of Barovia, send honor to thee. We plead for thy so desperately needed assistance.
The love of my life, Ireena Kolyana, has been afflicted by an evil so deadly that even the good people of our village cannot protect her. She languishes from her wound, and I would have her saved from this menace.
There is much wealth in this community. I offer all that might be had to thee and thy fellows if thou shalt but answer my desperate plea.
Come quickly, for her time is at hand! All that I have shall be thine!
Janek simply sits back, watching Ignatia - bordering on staring - until she takes up the letter. "Arrigal is an aquaintence?"
Janek is a human, dressed in apparel with a dark greenish hue, though it is so dark to seem black. He has short black hair, close cropped goatee, and dark brown eyes. Wearing chainmail beneath his heavy cloak, and bearing two longswords at his side, he appears to be familiar with combat.
He says nothing more, waiting for his chance to read the letter, which he then passes back to Ignatia.
((Sitting next to Vorser is a Dwarf, Durant Gould. 4 foot even, pale of skin, bald on top with long sideburns turned into braids and a big long reddish brown beard also braided. He wears full armor with a shield and warhammer. He has red rope woven around his hands which matches the emblem on his shield and tabard))
Drinking yet another tankard of ale, he watches Vorser open the letter and reads it after he is handed it. "Seems as though we've another call to action. Perhaps the tale of our journey has garnered followers. Sounds like there is much suffering in this letter. We must make our way to help where we can... Vistani, you ever heard of em?"
Durant thinks about what would cause someone of such obvious wealth to come and seek out seemingly random adventurers to help with this unknown issue. He is a bit suspicious, but is pulled to help those who ask for it.
Janek simply sits back, watching Ignatia - bordering on staring - until she takes up the letter. "Arrigal is an aquaintence?"
Janek is a human, dressed in apparel with a dark greenish hue, though it is so dark to seem black. He has short black hair, close cropped goatee, and dark brown eyes. Wearing chainmail beneath his heavy cloak, and bearing two longswords at his side, he appears to be familiar with combat.
He says nothing more, waiting for his chance to read the letter, which he then passes back to Ignatia.
" The tavern owner called him Arrigal....I'm assuming he's right. ", Ignatia shrugged.
" He seems to have money and the woman seems like she needs help.....may be they can point us towards that which I'm looking for as well."
" He gave a letter to that other table as well. Do you think they got the same one? Should we introduce ourselves?"
She patted her empty purse, " We need funds regardless."
Slowly nursing his drink, Janek nods slowly at Ignatia's last comment. "So, no."
He then looks over to their half-elf companion. "What do you think Lia? Seems odd. Though might pan out better than her plan." He tilts his head slighty over toward Ignatia to indicate the 'her' he means.
”never heard of ‘em, not a group I’ve come across before, I would be interested to find out more, but alas the hour is late and we have an early rise.” Vorser takes a large gulp of his drink, finishing the tankard. Looking over the letter once more he wondering just what kind of evil has taken hold of the community. “I think we should at the very least hear this Indirovich character out and see if his cause is just, we are headed there already and we do appear to be sorely under equipped to deal with the lycan threat.”
((Sitting next to Vorser is a Dwarf, Durant Gould. 4 foot even, pale of skin, bald on top with long sideburns turned into braids and a big long reddish brown beard also braided. He wears full armor with a shield and warhammer. He has red rope woven around his hands which matches the emblem on his shield and tabard))
Drinking yet another tankard of ale, he watches Vorser open the letter and reads it after he is handed it. "Seems as though we've another call to action. Perhaps the tale of our journey has garnered followers. Sounds like there is much suffering in this letter. We must make our way to help where we can... Vistani, you ever heard of em?"
Durant thinks about what would cause someone of such obvious wealth to come and seek out seemingly random adventurers to help with this unknown issue. He is a bit suspicious, but is pulled to help those who ask for it.
”never heard of ‘em, not a group I’ve come across before, I would be interested to find out more, but alas the hour is late and we have an early rise.” Vorser takes a large gulp of his drink, finishing the tankard. Looking over the letter once more he wondering just what kind of evil has taken hold of the community. “I think we should at the very least hear this Indirovich character out and see if his cause is just, we are headed there already and we do appear to be sorely under equipped to deal with the lycan threat.”
((Sitting next to Vorser is a Dwarf, Durant Gould. 4 foot even, pale of skin, bald on top with long sideburns turned into braids and a big long reddish brown beard also braided. He wears full armor with a shield and warhammer. He has red rope woven around his hands which matches the emblem on his shield and tabard))
Drinking yet another tankard of ale, he watches Vorser open the letter and reads it after he is handed it. "Seems as though we've another call to action. Perhaps the tale of our journey has garnered followers. Sounds like there is much suffering in this letter. We must make our way to help where we can... Vistani, you ever heard of em?"
Durant thinks about what would cause someone of such obvious wealth to come and seek out seemingly random adventurers to help with this unknown issue. He is a bit suspicious, but is pulled to help those who ask for it.
"Aye, that's the truth. Wouldn't hurt to see what is going on that they reach out for help. Tomorrow then." Nodding approvingly and takes the last dregs of his ale. Durant noticed when Arrigaldropped a similar letter on the table of the group just across the way. He looks towards them and points his tankard their direction.
"Suppose those folks over there are looking to be heading the same way as us? maybe we should find out and see. Many hands make quick work and all that." He stands and stretches out, looking forward to a good night's rest. Walking over to the table, he greets the strangers, "Fine evening we've got tonight. I see you received a letter just as us. You happen to be going to the same place? Sounds like them folks could use a hand."
Janek immediately turns to look at the dwarf as he approaches the table. "You saw the letter," he says very bluntly. "Our business is our own. Tomorrow will show you the answer." He then glances first to Lia and then Ignatia, to see if the women wish to offer more explanation.
Lia takes her time reading the letter. First once, then a second time. She says quietly to Janek and Ignatia “Well, we have obviously attracted someone’s attention and I for one think we should investigate further. As for the dwarf and the others“, she tips her head in their direction, “none of their business”.
Shooting a withering glance at her two companions Ignatia rose from her seat with her glass of wine and rounded on the dwarf standing beside them.
" You must excuse my two companions, too long on the road. They'll be in a much better mood come morning.......or at least I hope so."
She leaned in closer, " Indeed, a most interesting letter. The poor woman seems to be in all sorts of trouble."
" So.....I'm Ignatia. This is Lia and Janek. And what name does this handsome figure before me carry?", she lilted as she brushed some, possibly imaginary, dust off of his pauldron.
Completely unbothered by off-putting human, he stands his full height, slightly bolstered by the compliment. He beckons over his traveling companion to meet the new people as well.
"Durant Gould is me name, Cleric of Ilmater is me profession. A pleasure to be meeting you lot. The large one who joins me is Vorser, we've been traveling together for a bit now."
He leans against the table, "I 'spose we'll be making our way over together with this merchant. Lookin' forward to it. Just figured we might as well introduce ourselves before the morning. Best we get some rest here soon. No knowing what we will be facing after arriving."
Looking amongst the new acquaintances, he feels more confident that this problem they've been informed of will be easily handled now that they've got a larger group together. Without knowing them personally, he is unsure of their motivations although they seem fine enough. Time will tell, he thinks to himself
"Yes, now that introductions are done, it is getting late. We should probably get some rest if we are actually going to meet this merchant in the morning." Janek adds, looking to both Lia and Ignatia. He pauses a moment, then stands, ready to head off to his lodgings for the night.
After exchanging pleasantries, you all head back to your respective tables, finish your drinks and finish your nights rituals. The night goes by fairly peaceful, the mist and cool breeze outside providing an eerie ambiance. Outside your windows, an occasional, incomprehensible conversation can be heard. As the night comes to an end, the sun slowly rises and the rays slowly fill each of your rooms. Voices of townsfolk and noises of animals slowly fill the streets as people leave their homes and merchants from neighboring towns make their way into Daggerford.
You all complete your morning rituals and make your way down to the lobby of the Inn, meeting up with your respective groups and making your way outside. The mist has dispersed and the warmth of the sun is a refreshing stranger on your skins. As you all look around your surroundings, you see the bustling of townsfolk coming and going from various traveling merchants. You figure you have about an hour or two before you have to meet up with the merchant that agreed to take you to where you need to go.
(If you would like to learn anything further about the type of merchants and people around, roll me perception, otherwise if you'd like to do anything else, just let me know.)
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Pushing himself up from the relative comfort of the inns chairs, Vorser moves to the side of Durant at his beckoning. “Well met travellers, I bid you all a good night, I’m sure we will have plenty time for further introductions on our long road a head.”
with a friendly pat on Durants shoulder, Vorser leaves for his lodgings for the evening.
Upon waking early in the morning, Vorser makes his way into the bustle of the town, finding a quiet corner so as to watch the comings and going’s of the residents.
((Perception: 16 ... it was a 1 ... not sure why it rerolled when I made an edit))
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Janek was also up early, slipping out from his accommodations - no weapons, no armor - to find a relatively secluded spot. Facing to where he can see the sunrises, it seems he is saying something, apparently to himself. The words are hard to make out unless you are particularly near. If anyone had decided to take notice, they catch the very end of a much longer statement.
... By memory, he passed along the way he'd taken before, Who could know the hills and gullies had now completely changed? Now he faced only the great mountain where he remembered the entrance, Each time he followed the clear stream, he found only cloud and forest. Spring comes, and all again is peach blossom and water, No-one knows how to reach that immortal place.
Once finished, Janek quickly returns back to his lodgings, returning in his chainmail, longswords at his side, and his pack in hand. He pays for a bit of bread and cheese, which he takes outside to finish. Seeing Ignatia he comes over to her. "Good morning. We ready?"
He too takes up watching the various passers-by as he waits.
To a party of seasoned adventurers such as yourselves, what you see is but another dull tavern in another dull town in some nameless province. It is but another span of time between the challenges of true adventuring.
Outside the tavern, a fog lies over the town this evening. The damp, cobbled pavement glistens as the lights of street lanterns dance across the slick stones. The fog chills the bones and shivers the soul of anyone outside.
Yet inside these tavern walls the food is hearty, and the ale is warm and frothy. A fire blazes in the hearth, and the tavern is alive with the tumbling voices of country folk.
Each group sits at separate tables, food and drink scattered across the tops, awaiting the next morning so that your parties can hitch a ride with the traveling merchant, willing to take you close to where each of you need to go, the Svalich Woods.
Suddenly, the tavern door swings open, and a hush falls over the room. Framed by the lamp-lit fog, a form strides through the doorway. His heavy, booted footfalls and the jingle of his coins shatter the silence. His brightly colored clothes are draped in loose folds about him, and his hat hangs askew, hiding his eyes in shadows. Without hesitation, he walks up to each of your tables and stands proudly in a wide stance with folded arms.
In an accented voice he says, “I have been sent to you to deliver this message. If you be creatures of honor, you will come to my Master’s aid at first light.” He pulls from his tunic a sealed letter, addressed to all of you in beautiful flowing script. He drops a letter on each of the tables. “I've heard the merchant is taking you all there in the morning, so you should have no problems finding it. There you will find my master in Barovia.”
Amid the silent stares of the patronage, the man strides to the bar and says to the wary barkeep, “Fill the glasses, one and all. Their throats are obviously parched.” He drops a purse heavy with gold on the bar. With that, he leaves.
The babble of tavern voices resumes, although somewhat subdued. The letter is lying before you. The seal is in the shape of a crest you don’t recognize.
You are currently separated in two groups, feel free to discuss what you would like to do in your private chats. ((Keep in mind, I'm going to use this as the lock-in post for your character. Once posted here, I will assume your character is done and all set.))
I don't have a signature.
((Description for the other group - Vorser is a 6'0 male, wearing chainmail covered in a dusty hooded cloak, which is raised keeping his face hidden unless viewed directly. A long sword at his side and a large shield with a damaged mailed hand emblazoned in the centre.))
"Well, that was certainly unexpected, it would seem someone is watching our actions, perhaps we haven't been as inconspicuous as we thought." Vorser picks up the envelope examining crest with suspicion. "It's rare for one to flaunt such wealth to have interests that will align with our cause. Barkeep, who was that man? He doesn't seem to fit the area or your normal clientele."
"No point trying to speculate the contents I guess." Vorser flips the envelope over and breaks the seal, removing the contents.
((Everyone;))
Before you open the envelope, the bartender, hearing Vorser call over to him, speaks up over the crowd and answers your question, loud enough for both groups to hear. "That was Arrigal! He's part of the group of Vistani, friendly guy, friendly folk!"
((Vorser/Durant;))
"Hail to thee of might and valor.
I, a lowly servant of Barovia, send honor to thee. We plead for thy so desperately needed assistance.
The love of my life, Ireena Kolyana, has been afflicted by an evil so deadly that even the good people of our village cannot protect her. She languishes from her wound, and I would have her saved from this menace.
There is much wealth in this community. I offer all that might be had to thee and thy fellows if thou shalt but answer my desperate plea.
Come quickly, for her time is at hand! All that I have shall be thine!
Kolyan Indirovich
Burgomaster"
((Waiting for the other group to respond to their letter.))
I don't have a signature.
( A young woman in her late twenties with a rather worse for wear scarlet velvet dress and a well worn engraved leather corset. Her voluminous hair is held back from her face by a red silk kerchief. Basically Demetria Mckinney..)
Ignatia raised an eyebrow to Lia and Janek and slid the letter towards herself opening it and reading it seriously before passing it to Lia.
" Arrigal.....well he certainly knows how to make an entrance. And win my heart with free wine."
She looked over to the other table and the armoured bruiser with interest as she thought over the letters contents.
((Ignatia/Lia/Janek;))
((Instead of posting the picture again, here is the contents of the letter. If you want to see the picture, just click the spoiler above))
As each of you get your turns with the letter, you read the following.
I don't have a signature.
Janek simply sits back, watching Ignatia - bordering on staring - until she takes up the letter. "Arrigal is an aquaintence?"
Janek is a human, dressed in apparel with a dark greenish hue, though it is so dark to seem black. He has short black hair, close cropped goatee, and dark brown eyes. Wearing chainmail beneath his heavy cloak, and bearing two longswords at his side, he appears to be familiar with combat.
He says nothing more, waiting for his chance to read the letter, which he then passes back to Ignatia.
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((Sitting next to Vorser is a Dwarf, Durant Gould. 4 foot even, pale of skin, bald on top with long sideburns turned into braids and a big long reddish brown beard also braided. He wears full armor with a shield and warhammer. He has red rope woven around his hands which matches the emblem on his shield and tabard))
Drinking yet another tankard of ale, he watches Vorser open the letter and reads it after he is handed it. "Seems as though we've another call to action. Perhaps the tale of our journey has garnered followers. Sounds like there is much suffering in this letter. We must make our way to help where we can... Vistani, you ever heard of em?"
Durant thinks about what would cause someone of such obvious wealth to come and seek out seemingly random adventurers to help with this unknown issue. He is a bit suspicious, but is pulled to help those who ask for it.
Solace - Cleric
" The tavern owner called him Arrigal....I'm assuming he's right. ", Ignatia shrugged.
" He seems to have money and the woman seems like she needs help.....may be they can point us towards that which I'm looking for as well."
" He gave a letter to that other table as well. Do you think they got the same one? Should we introduce ourselves?"
She patted her empty purse, " We need funds regardless."
Slowly nursing his drink, Janek nods slowly at Ignatia's last comment. "So, no."
He then looks over to their half-elf companion. "What do you think Lia? Seems odd. Though might pan out better than her plan." He tilts his head slighty over toward Ignatia to indicate the 'her' he means.
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”never heard of ‘em, not a group I’ve come across before, I would be interested to find out more, but alas the hour is late and we have an early rise.” Vorser takes a large gulp of his drink, finishing the tankard. Looking over the letter once more he wondering just what kind of evil has taken hold of the community.
“I think we should at the very least hear this Indirovich character out and see if his cause is just, we are headed there already and we do appear to be sorely under equipped to deal with the lycan threat.”
"Aye, that's the truth. Wouldn't hurt to see what is going on that they reach out for help. Tomorrow then." Nodding approvingly and takes the last dregs of his ale. Durant noticed when Arrigal dropped a similar letter on the table of the group just across the way. He looks towards them and points his tankard their direction.
"Suppose those folks over there are looking to be heading the same way as us? maybe we should find out and see. Many hands make quick work and all that." He stands and stretches out, looking forward to a good night's rest. Walking over to the table, he greets the strangers, "Fine evening we've got tonight. I see you received a letter just as us. You happen to be going to the same place? Sounds like them folks could use a hand."
Solace - Cleric
Janek immediately turns to look at the dwarf as he approaches the table. "You saw the letter," he says very bluntly. "Our business is our own. Tomorrow will show you the answer." He then glances first to Lia and then Ignatia, to see if the women wish to offer more explanation.
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Lia takes her time reading the letter. First once, then a second time. She says quietly to Janek and Ignatia “Well, we have obviously attracted someone’s attention and I for one think we should investigate further. As for the dwarf and the others“, she tips her head in their direction, “none of their business”.
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Shooting a withering glance at her two companions Ignatia rose from her seat with her glass of wine and rounded on the dwarf standing beside them.
" You must excuse my two companions, too long on the road. They'll be in a much better mood come morning.......or at least I hope so."
She leaned in closer, " Indeed, a most interesting letter. The poor woman seems to be in all sorts of trouble."
" So.....I'm Ignatia. This is Lia and Janek. And what name does this handsome figure before me carry?", she lilted as she brushed some, possibly imaginary, dust off of his pauldron.
" And who are your friends?", she said lightly.
Completely unbothered by off-putting human, he stands his full height, slightly bolstered by the compliment. He beckons over his traveling companion to meet the new people as well.
"Durant Gould is me name, Cleric of Ilmater is me profession. A pleasure to be meeting you lot. The large one who joins me is Vorser, we've been traveling together for a bit now."
He leans against the table, "I 'spose we'll be making our way over together with this merchant. Lookin' forward to it. Just figured we might as well introduce ourselves before the morning. Best we get some rest here soon. No knowing what we will be facing after arriving."
Looking amongst the new acquaintances, he feels more confident that this problem they've been informed of will be easily handled now that they've got a larger group together. Without knowing them personally, he is unsure of their motivations although they seem fine enough. Time will tell, he thinks to himself
Solace - Cleric
"Yes, now that introductions are done, it is getting late. We should probably get some rest if we are actually going to meet this merchant in the morning." Janek adds, looking to both Lia and Ignatia. He pauses a moment, then stands, ready to head off to his lodgings for the night.
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After exchanging pleasantries, you all head back to your respective tables, finish your drinks and finish your nights rituals. The night goes by fairly peaceful, the mist and cool breeze outside providing an eerie ambiance. Outside your windows, an occasional, incomprehensible conversation can be heard. As the night comes to an end, the sun slowly rises and the rays slowly fill each of your rooms. Voices of townsfolk and noises of animals slowly fill the streets as people leave their homes and merchants from neighboring towns make their way into Daggerford.
You all complete your morning rituals and make your way down to the lobby of the Inn, meeting up with your respective groups and making your way outside. The mist has dispersed and the warmth of the sun is a refreshing stranger on your skins. As you all look around your surroundings, you see the bustling of townsfolk coming and going from various traveling merchants. You figure you have about an hour or two before you have to meet up with the merchant that agreed to take you to where you need to go.
(If you would like to learn anything further about the type of merchants and people around, roll me perception, otherwise if you'd like to do anything else, just let me know.)
I don't have a signature.
Pushing himself up from the relative comfort of the inns chairs, Vorser moves to the side of Durant at his beckoning. “Well met travellers, I bid you all a good night, I’m sure we will have plenty time for further introductions on our long road a head.”
with a friendly pat on Durants shoulder, Vorser leaves for his lodgings for the evening.
Upon waking early in the morning, Vorser makes his way into the bustle of the town, finding a quiet corner so as to watch the comings and going’s of the residents.
((Perception: 16 ... it was a 1 ... not sure why it rerolled when I made an edit))
Ignatia rose early to conduct her ablutions in peace then headed downstairs hoping to charm some breakfast out of someone.
Snatching some bread and cheese off of an unattended plate she wandered outside to wait for Janek, Lia and their two new friends.
While she waited and ate stolen cheese she watched the townsfolk pass with a bored air.
No dreams last night.....I'll find it...though you could have been a little more specific....
Perception: 15
Janek was also up early, slipping out from his accommodations - no weapons, no armor - to find a relatively secluded spot. Facing to where he can see the sunrises, it seems he is saying something, apparently to himself. The words are hard to make out unless you are particularly near. If anyone had decided to take notice, they catch the very end of a much longer statement.
...
By memory, he passed along the way he'd taken before,
Who could know the hills and gullies had now completely changed?
Now he faced only the great mountain where he remembered the entrance,
Each time he followed the clear stream, he found only cloud and forest.
Spring comes, and all again is peach blossom and water,
No-one knows how to reach that immortal place.
Once finished, Janek quickly returns back to his lodgings, returning in his chainmail, longswords at his side, and his pack in hand. He pays for a bit of bread and cheese, which he takes outside to finish. Seeing Ignatia he comes over to her. "Good morning. We ready?"
He too takes up watching the various passers-by as he waits.
((Perception Check: 17))
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