Ventus comes out of his stupor with a head shake. The friendly smile was replaced by a dour expression. In a firm tone he says "Never again old man, if you cross me again it will be your end." He gazes at the fire in thought. He then asks "What reward will there be if we do as you ask?"
Shots a look towards Ventus. “Alright as a show of good faith I’ll give you this concession, leave the immediate area so that I can honestly report to the duchess that the mission has been done, following that we can rendezvous later to continue this discussion we of course meaning you and myself, I don’t speak for the rest of them but I won’t be leaving without properly severing ties with who has been a very gracious employer.”
Ventus looks to Orun and accedes "Fine we can talk about this later" He looks to old man "Just go far enough that the Duchess can no longer see you then we can find you later"
Aleppo watches on in stunned silence… Barovia. He rolls the word over and he over in his mind, trying to recall everything Madam Magnolia had said to him. You shall not return here, Aleppo, not until you believe in the stars once more. Your travels will take you far and wide…through mist and through time…to the furthest reaches of the material plane and back again…into the shadows of the land they call Barovia, a land steeped in dread and death… at the blackest moment of your darkest hour, the starlight will guide you to safety. Only then will you know the truth. Only then - should it take months or years, or eventuate from your demise - may you return here and see your family again.
Incidentally, today marks the 9th anniversary of his departure from the Mede Sanctum. If this old man offers help, Aleppo will take it.
"Very well then. We will depart, and await you until the moon hits it's highest point amongst the stars. We shall depart for Barovia then, weather you are with us, or not." The old man then signals for everyone in the group to pack up, and depart.
You all turn around, and start heading back to the town.
"Intriguing..." mutters Aleppo, under his breath. Then looking up at the tiefling, he chirps "So Hawker, what's your story? I don't see horned folk like yourself very often..."
Thumbing the hilt of his dagger Orun let’s out a dissatisfied hum. “I was planning on leaving the duchess’s service sooner or later I just figured it would for something more plausible.” Orun resolves himself to report to duchess Morwen and to secure a better blade before he departs to meet the mysterious travelers.
"Pretty plain, really. I spent the 'bout 11 years or so in service in the Waterdeep Guard. The only family I know is the Guard. It's where I came into my name, hunting down evils in the areas around the city. I thought it time to get out and see the world beyond. That was last tenday, and here I am."
He shrugs. "Thieves, murderers. If there was a group of bandits or mercenaries attacking the surrounding villages, we'd force a surrender, or otherwise capture or kill the bastards. A few owlbears. A griffon once. I've heard plenty of stories of crazier creatures across the land. There's plenty of evil in people."
Ventus realizing the hour he quickly makes his way back to the Duchess (Under the assumption that the travelers are moving out of sight of the Duchess).
Orun following shortly behind performs a slight bow at the waist. “Additionally madam I regret to inform you that something had been brought to the group’s attention that warrants immediate action so we will have to leave your domain by nightfall, I apologize for the abruptness of this and hope it does not spur your opinion of us.”
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Ventus comes out of his stupor with a head shake. The friendly smile was replaced by a dour expression. In a firm tone he says "Never again old man, if you cross me again it will be your end." He gazes at the fire in thought. He then asks "What reward will there be if we do as you ask?"
Shots a look towards Ventus. “Alright as a show of good faith I’ll give you this concession, leave the immediate area so that I can honestly report to the duchess that the mission has been done, following that we can rendezvous later to continue this discussion we of course meaning you and myself, I don’t speak for the rest of them but I won’t be leaving without properly severing ties with who has been a very gracious employer.”
Ventus looks to Orun and accedes "Fine we can talk about this later" He looks to old man "Just go far enough that the Duchess can no longer see you then we can find you later"
Lyger ponders about the cursed prince. Does he remember anything about a curse turning people into tyrants?
History check: 5
As the others talk Lyger just grumbles non-commitally.
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Aleppo watches on in stunned silence… Barovia. He rolls the word over and he over in his mind, trying to recall everything Madam Magnolia had said to him. You shall not return here, Aleppo, not until you believe in the stars once more. Your travels will take you far and wide…through mist and through time…to the furthest reaches of the material plane and back again…into the shadows of the land they call Barovia, a land steeped in dread and death… at the blackest moment of your darkest hour, the starlight will guide you to safety. Only then will you know the truth. Only then - should it take months or years, or eventuate from your demise - may you return here and see your family again.
Incidentally, today marks the 9th anniversary of his departure from the Mede Sanctum. If this old man offers help, Aleppo will take it.
Hawker listens intently, thinking about that fortune teller from Waterdeep.
"This curse, where does it come from? A source of evil in this land of Barovia?"
Eubraxa Rising: DM
Astray in the Stars: DM
Lyger doesn't remember anything.
To Hawker: "Madame Eva has the answers you seek."
"Very well then. We will depart, and await you until the moon hits it's highest point amongst the stars. We shall depart for Barovia then, weather you are with us, or not." The old man then signals for everyone in the group to pack up, and depart.
You all turn around, and start heading back to the town.
-Archie
"Intriguing..." mutters Aleppo, under his breath. Then looking up at the tiefling, he chirps "So Hawker, what's your story? I don't see horned folk like yourself very often..."
Lyger will make sure he's back before the moon hits the highest point. It sounds like there's a need for Light in Barovia.
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Thumbing the hilt of his dagger Orun let’s out a dissatisfied hum. “I was planning on leaving the duchess’s service sooner or later I just figured it would for something more plausible.” Orun resolves himself to report to duchess Morwen and to secure a better blade before he departs to meet the mysterious travelers.
"Pretty plain, really. I spent the 'bout 11 years or so in service in the Waterdeep Guard. The only family I know is the Guard. It's where I came into my name, hunting down evils in the areas around the city. I thought it time to get out and see the world beyond. That was last tenday, and here I am."
Eubraxa Rising: DM
Astray in the Stars: DM
"Evils, oho? What kind of evils?"
He shrugs. "Thieves, murderers. If there was a group of bandits or mercenaries attacking the surrounding villages, we'd force a surrender, or otherwise capture or kill the bastards. A few owlbears. A griffon once. I've heard plenty of stories of crazier creatures across the land. There's plenty of evil in people."
Eubraxa Rising: DM
Astray in the Stars: DM
You notice, as the moon come out from hiding behind some clouds, that it is about 2 hours until the moon hits it's highest point.
-Archie
Ventus realizing the hour he quickly makes his way back to the Duchess (Under the assumption that the travelers are moving out of sight of the Duchess).
“Feel free to continue your pleasantries we don’t all need to report in to get the message across, but some of us need to pick up items they ordered.”
Lyger agrees with Orun. Gruffly he says to Ventus:
You go! We make sure they leave.
A little more tender (and softer) he adds:
Be back on time.
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Ventus returns to the Duchess. "Travelers are leaving" he reports. I hope they have gone.
Orun following shortly behind performs a slight bow at the waist. “Additionally madam I regret to inform you that something had been brought to the group’s attention that warrants immediate action so we will have to leave your domain by nightfall, I apologize for the abruptness of this and hope it does not spur your opinion of us.”