Stanimir fills his mouth with wine, then spits into the fire. The flames turn from orange to green. As they dance and sway, a dark shape appears in the bonfire’s core.
“We come from an ancient land whose name is long forgotten—a land of kings. Our enemies forced us from our homes, and now we wander the lost roads.”
The dark shape in the fire takes the form of a man being knocked from his horse, a spear piercing his side.
Stanimir continues. “One night, a wounded soldier staggered into our camp and collapsed. We nursed his terrible injury and quenched his thirst with wine. He survived. When we asked him who he was, he wouldn’t say. All he wanted was to return home, but we were deep in the land of his enemies. We took him as one of our own and followed him back toward his homeland. His enemies hunted him. They said he was a prince, yet we didn’t give him up, even when their assassins fell upon us like wolves.”
Deep in the bonfire, you see the dark figure standing with sword drawn, fighting off a host of shadowy shapes.
“This man of royal blood fought to protect us, as we protected him. We bore him safely to his home, and he thanked us. He said, ‘I owe you my life. Stay as long as you wish, leave when you choose, and know that you will always be safe here.’”
The figure in the dancing fire vanquishes its final foe, then disperses in a cloud of smoke and embers.
Stanimir’s face becomes a somber mask. “A curse has befallen our noble prince, turning him into a tyrant. We alone have the power to leave his domain. We’ve traveled far and wide to find heroes such as yourselves to end our dread lord’s curse and put his troubled soul to rest. Our leader, Madam Eva, knows all. Will you return to Barovia with us and speak with her?”
The old man looks at you. "Ah, so that worked, did it now. It's taken long enough for that story to spread wide enough for adventurers to know that, but yes, that kingdom."
“Right I’ll ignore how asinine that sounds and press on, so you a man from what I understand to be a fictional kingdom, have the presumed special ability to leave said land and you did so to find heroes to save your ruler from a curse that has befallen him and you thought the best way to do it was luring them to you by being public nuisance’s. I’ll be honest that is exactly the kind of adventure I’ve always wanted to be a part of but you realize that’s a bit much to accept off of face value, yes?”
Orun gains a saccharine grin at hearing the older mans reply. “Well then if it’s fated to happen and you’ve done your part by informing us we put an end to things. You and yours be on your way as we requested, you free our companion from your thrall, and we’ll see you in Barovia, which going off of how sure you are that we will eventually find ourselves there shouldn’t be a problem.”
"Ah, if only it were that simple." He releases the man from his charm. "It is preferred that you come with us, for if you don't it will take much longer for you to complete your destiny. Madam Eva has very useful information for you, which she refuses to share with anyone except you. If you come with us, we can guide you past the perils awaiting you, while if you choose to wait, you will content with mystical forces unbeknownst to you."
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-Archie
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Aleppo cautiously flutters over to the log, taking a moment to preen his feathers... "alright fellow, my attention is all yours"
The old man remains sitting, waiting for the others to join him. The two behind him join him on his log.
-Archie
Grumpy -and without saying a word- does Lyger join Aleppo.
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Hawker will go with the group closer to the fire, but remain standing and silent.
Eubraxa Rising: DM
Astray in the Stars: DM
Orun does as the older man asked and takes a seat around the fire.
Aleppo sits, waiting patiently for the elderly man to begin.
(are we waiting on weathervision?)
Stanimir fills his mouth with wine, then spits into the fire. The flames turn from orange to green. As they dance and sway, a dark shape appears in the bonfire’s core.
“We come from an ancient land whose name is long forgotten—a land of kings. Our enemies forced us from our homes, and now we wander the lost roads.”
The dark shape in the fire takes the form of a man being knocked from his horse, a spear piercing his side.
Stanimir continues. “One night, a wounded soldier staggered into our camp and collapsed. We nursed his terrible injury and quenched his thirst with wine. He survived. When we asked him who he was, he wouldn’t say. All he wanted was to return home, but we were deep in the land of his enemies. We took him as one of our own and followed him back toward his homeland. His enemies hunted him. They said he was a prince, yet we didn’t give him up, even when their assassins fell upon us like wolves.”
Deep in the bonfire, you see the dark figure standing with sword drawn, fighting off a host of shadowy shapes.
“This man of royal blood fought to protect us, as we protected him. We bore him safely to his home, and he thanked us. He said, ‘I owe you my life. Stay as long as you wish, leave when you choose, and know that you will always be safe here.’”
The figure in the dancing fire vanquishes its final foe, then disperses in a cloud of smoke and embers.
Stanimir’s face becomes a somber mask. “A curse has befallen our noble prince, turning him into a tyrant. We alone have the power to leave his domain. We’ve traveled far and wide to find heroes such as yourselves to end our dread lord’s curse and put his troubled soul to rest. Our leader, Madam Eva, knows all. Will you return to Barovia with us and speak with her?”
-Archie
Sure.
-Archie
History roll to see if I know anything about Barovia. 16
Yeah history check.
Tytwobp:
You faintly remember a story as a child about a disappeared kingdom called Barovia, but you remember nothing else.
Quaxly:
You don't recall anything.
-Archie
Orun quirks a brow with some disbelief. “Barovia the disappeared kingdom from a story children are told?”
The old man looks at you. "Ah, so that worked, did it now. It's taken long enough for that story to spread wide enough for adventurers to know that, but yes, that kingdom."
-Archie
“Right I’ll ignore how asinine that sounds and press on, so you a man from what I understand to be a fictional kingdom, have the presumed special ability to leave said land and you did so to find heroes to save your ruler from a curse that has befallen him and you thought the best way to do it was luring them to you by being public nuisance’s. I’ll be honest that is exactly the kind of adventure I’ve always wanted to be a part of but you realize that’s a bit much to accept off of face value, yes?”
"Weather you come with us or not is up to you, but you will end up there eventually, it is in Madam Eva's cards."
-Archie
Orun gains a saccharine grin at hearing the older mans reply. “Well then if it’s fated to happen and you’ve done your part by informing us we put an end to things. You and yours be on your way as we requested, you free our companion from your thrall, and we’ll see you in Barovia, which going off of how sure you are that we will eventually find ourselves there shouldn’t be a problem.”
"Ah, if only it were that simple." He releases the man from his charm. "It is preferred that you come with us, for if you don't it will take much longer for you to complete your destiny. Madam Eva has very useful information for you, which she refuses to share with anyone except you. If you come with us, we can guide you past the perils awaiting you, while if you choose to wait, you will content with mystical forces unbeknownst to you."
-Archie