Celeste nods in agreement with Janek's prudent suggestion, leaning back in her chair a bit more as she enjoys her wine, waiting for supper to be served.
(Did the innkeeper or any staff so far recognize the picture of Getruda?)
Celeste nods in agreement with Janek's prudent suggestion, leaning back in her chair a bit more as she enjoys her wine, waiting for supper to be served.
(Did the innkeeper or any staff so far recognize the picture of Getruda?)
Unlike in the village of Barovia, where many people seemed to recognise Gertruda or had at least heard of her and Mad Mary, in Vallaki so far no one seems to recognise her)
Celeste nods in agreement with Janek's prudent suggestion, leaning back in her chair a bit more as she enjoys her wine, waiting for supper to be served.
(Did the innkeeper or any staff so far recognize the picture of Getruda?)
The Innkeeper serves a simple but hearty meal of roast meat and vegetables. You talk to the Innkeeper a bit more, and also get into conversation with some of the Inn's patrons whom you show the picture of Gertrude. While none are able to help you find Getrude, you hear some interesting local lore and tales.
The festival of the Blazing sun seems to be just another festival in a long, long row of festivals held almost every week for many years now. The Baron insists that cheer and happiness are what keeps Strahd and his minions at bay and Vallaki safe; and many Vallakians agree - although just as many seem to think it's a useless waste of time and resources. But one patron warns you that those who openly opposes the festivals are usually locked up for 'malicious unhappiness' by the Baron. The Baron is in charge of the town, with the deformed Izet being his chief henchman. Some townspeople are not happy with this arrangement, most prominent of all is Lady Fiona Wachter who tries to stir people up against the Baron, saying she'd rather serve the devil than a madman.
You hear of a Vistani camp south of town that Arabelle has already told you about.
You hear that the Wine is the one thing that really keeps people happy in this valley, and that there is only one Vineyard in the whole of Barovia as no one else has been able to successfully plant and grow vines anywhere in this dark and permanently overcast valley. The vineyard used to produce three wines, but the supply of best of the three stopped suddenly about ten years ago.
During the evening, the Inn gets busier and more patrons join the crowd. Most seem typical townspeople and traders. However, there are a few people that stand out from the crowd: In a corner table, a pair of gruff looking hunters with over-cloaks made of wold pelts quietly drink some beers. At another table, a colorfully dressed half-elf sits alone. By his dress and accessories, you guess him to be a bard or entertainer of sorts. Finally, there is a pair of very alike-looking men, likely brothers you guess, both dressed very finely. They drink heavily, make bawdy remarks any time the young serving-wench passes them, and look like typical pub drunks looking for a bit of trouble.
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The blonde elven maiden enjoys her meal together with her wine, listening to what i shared about the town of Vallaki and its many festivals with great interest. While she could sympathize with trying to keep spirits up in this gloomy realm someone should really deal with the source of this gloom at some point and keeping people docile would likely only serve the interest of Strahd. Maybe they should talk to this Lady Wachter, she was perhaps ready to sponsor a move on the vampire lord.
As she eats she gives the gruff looking hunters and the colorfully dressed half-elf curious glances. She was no stranger to hunting herself, occasionally riding out from Silverymoon to hunt with her bow, but the half-elf seemed like a more familiar one from her time in the courts of Silverymoon, an entertainer of sorts perhaps. Her eyes narrow as she hears the bawdy remarks from the finely-dressed brothers and she keeps an eye on what goes around them. If she notices any of the wenches seeming to be in discomfort she will certainly have a word about propriety with them, just to let them know at least that their behaviour wasn't acceptable for everyone.
As she has finished up her meal she explains to her company she will have a talk with the half-elf who might know more about these lands, welcoming any who wants to join her, then walking over to the half-elf after a short prayer to Milil to grant her splendor for her social interactions tonight.
"Hi there, would you mind if I join you for a while. I was wondering if we would hear you perform here tonight? Me and my companions have just arrived and we are curious about this place and it's people if you would have things you'd care to share." She says with a warm melodious voice and a friendly smile.
Rodan finds a spot in the bar to sit and think, near, but not exactly 'with' his traveling companions. He broods over this land and its people, smothered as they are between sunless skies, insane local bureaucrats and the looming, all-present threat of a vampiric darklord. Troubled by the seeming complacency he sees among the peasantry here, he eventually stands.
Whereas Celeste had sought approval from the local minstrel to share the floor, Rodan merely takes a moment for himself when other tales have paused. He begins with a deep, throaty hum, then begins reciting a tale he knows well. It is one that speaks to the pride of dark beings, and the ruin it brings upon themselves and those who consent to be ruled by them. Not quite a song, and not quite a poem, the words come out slow and rhythmically, without a hint of Rodan's normal accent.
In Netheril's halls, where shadows soared, Karsus, the mage, sought power divine. Hubris clad in runes, a fateful humour, A cosmic struggle, a realm's lamenting voice.
Weaving threads of magic, a tempest's song, In daring reach, defying gods' blinding light. Mortal hands grasping at the cosmic loom, Karsus, the enchanter, courting cosmic doom.
From the realms above, where immortals tread, To Mystryl's throne, his gaze was locked. A mortal's ambition, a perilous climb, In the tapestry of fate, a heartless crime.
A weave unraveling, threads torn asunder, As Karsus, blinded, tore the holy apart. The gods withdrew, their presence denied, In Netheril's fall, where magic now dimmed.
Oh, Karsus, the wayward, a tragic refrain, Your people fell with you, a shared punishment. Pride's bitter harvest, a world undone, A cosmic elegy, beneath the fading stars.
The Weave collapsed, in shadows it drowned, Ancient Netheril crumbled, as sky met ground. Heed this dirge, whispered by the wind, Of Karsus's folly, and the wages of evil.
Performance: 13
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DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
The blonde elven maiden enjoys her meal together with her wine, listening to what i shared about the town of Vallaki and its many festivals with great interest. While she could sympathize with trying to keep spirits up in this gloomy realm someone should really deal with the source of this gloom at some point and keeping people docile would likely only serve the interest of Strahd. Maybe they should talk to this Lady Wachter, she was perhaps ready to sponsor a move on the vampire lord.
As she eats she gives the gruff looking hunters and the colorfully dressed half-elf curious glances. She was no stranger to hunting herself, occasionally riding out from Silverymoon to hunt with her bow, but the half-elf seemed like a more familiar one from her time in the courts of Silverymoon, an entertainer of sorts perhaps. Her eyes narrow as she hears the bawdy remarks from the finely-dressed brothers and she keeps an eye on what goes around them. If she notices any of the wenches seeming to be in discomfort she will certainly have a word about propriety with them, just to let them know at least that their behaviour wasn't acceptable for everyone.
As she has finished up her meal she explains to her company she will have a talk with the half-elf who might know more about these lands, welcoming any who wants to join her, then walking over to the half-elf after a short prayer to Milil to grant her splendor for her social interactions tonight.
"Hi there, would you mind if I join you for a while. I was wondering if we would hear you perform here tonight? Me and my companions have just arrived and we are curious about this place and it's people if you would have things you'd care to share." She says with a warm melodious voice and a friendly smile.
(Casting Eagle's Splendor)
Persuasion: 19 Insight: 7
The half-elf smiles at your introduction and stands to give a little polite bow. "Well met, my dear. I am Rictavio, the carnival ringmaster. I would love to help you, but I know only little of this land and its people. I have only recently arrived here myself. I hail from the city of Waterdeep, far away outside this valley. I arrived about a month ago, and am staying in this lovely little inn, earning my keep with my skills. You will see my caravan parked near the warehouses which you must have seen.
And in the evenings I entertain the locals with tales of adventure, romance and intrigues right here in the tap room, in return for a few drinks.
But tell me, how and when did you and your friends get here? And what are your plans now that you are here?"
Rodan finds a spot in the bar to sit and think, near, but not exactly 'with' his traveling companions. He broods over this land and its people, smothered as they are between sunless skies, insane local bureaucrats and the looming, all-present threat of a vampiric darklord. Troubled by the seeming complacency he sees among the peasantry here, he eventually stands.
Whereas Celeste had sought approval from the local minstrel to share the floor, Rodan merely takes a moment for himself when other tales have paused. He begins with a deep, throaty hum, then begins reciting a tale he knows well. It is one that speaks to the pride of dark beings, and the ruin it brings upon themselves and those who consent to be ruled by them. Not quite a song, and not quite a poem, the words come out slow and rhythmically, without a hint of Rodan's normal accent.
In Netheril's halls, where shadows soared, Karsus, the mage, sought power divine. Hubris clad in runes, a fateful humour, A cosmic struggle, a realm's lamenting voice.
Weaving threads of magic, a tempest's song, In daring reach, defying gods' blinding light. Mortal hands grasping at the cosmic loom, Karsus, the enchanter, courting cosmic doom.
From the realms above, where immortals tread, To Mystryl's throne, his gaze was locked. A mortal's ambition, a perilous climb, In the tapestry of fate, a heartless crime.
A weave unraveling, threads torn asunder, As Karsus, blinded, tore the holy apart. The gods withdrew, their presence denied, In Netheril's fall, where magic now dimmed.
Oh, Karsus, the wayward, a tragic refrain, Your people fell with you, a shared punishment. Pride's bitter harvest, a world undone, A cosmic elegy, beneath the fading stars.
The Weave collapsed, in shadows it drowned, Ancient Netheril crumbled, as sky met ground. Heed this dirge, whispered by the wind, Of Karsus's folly, and the wages of evil.
Performance: 13
As Rodan performs his piece, the tap room of the Inn falls quiet for a few minutes as the patrons and staff listen to the beautiful but haunting verse. The reception seems to be broadly positive, and a few of the locals who particularly enjoyed it insist on buying you some drinks and paying for your food.
Innkeeper: "That was captivating. And most unusual. Tell me, my friend, what are you? A minstrel or poet perhaps? I don't think we ever quite had something like that. Have you come to the land of Barovia to spread your verse?"
Janek sits at a table, content to quietly eat a bit of food for dinner and a glass of wine to go with it. He keeps his eye out for anything amiss. 'The townsfolk seem to be little threat,' he thinks. So, he keeps his focus mostly on those that seem unique. He starts with the gruff pair of apparent hunters in the corner, trying to get a read on what they might be up to here - if anything more than just relaxing. (Insight: 21)
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The blonde elven maiden gives Rictavio a polite bow with her head and takes a seat at his table, letting the half-elf continue while taking a sip of her wine. "Oh, we only just recently found our way into this gloomy realm, all of us being lost in a strange fog and ending up by a small village to the southeast of here, Barovia if you heard of it. Most of us are simply trying to find a way back to where we came from I think." Celeste says with a polite smile, glancing over at her companions in the tap room.
As Rodan shares his tale of Ancient Netheril he has the blonde elven maiden's full attention and full appreciation in her smile. She had heard about ancient Netheril of course but she was still moved by the elf's words of this tragic tale of this dark fate of this ancient and overly proud civilization.
As Rodan finishes and is being praised by the locals, Celeste returns her attention to Rictavio. "So you hail from Waterdeep then." She says with a friendly smile. "I have visited your wondrous city a few times but my home is in Silverymoon in the Silver Marches to the east. Your city is truly one of wonders though and I hope I will see it again some day." She continues, taking another sip of her wine. "So, I would be happy to hear you too perform of course, but first, please tell me more about your impressions of these lands. Aren't you troubled by its gloom and the fear that Strahd in his castle is spreading?"
Rodan accepts drinks offered, but only if the patron is willing to sit a bit and listen to his proselytizing. He questions them on mundane matters like taxes and security within the village, but then moves on to broader ideas, like what about Vallaki brings them joy, or what kind of future they see for their families in a land subjugated by such fear.
After a few drinks, he responds to the barkeep. "I reckon I'm more poet than minstrel, but none of it's me own verses, see? I gather stories where I find 'em and share 'em with folks I reckon might need to hear 'em, right. It's a bleedin' harsh world out there, barkeep, and the strong trample down fierce upon the weak. Only... the weak maybe ain't as powerless as the mighty might want 'em to be, ya dig? The way I see it, the folks 'round here be hangin' their noggins like a pack o' degs that's been booted too many times. Maybe... just maybe, them degs have a bit of bite left in 'em, aye?" He shrugs and leans on the counter. "Mayhaps that's why I've wandered into Barovia, barkeep. To see what kind of fire still blazes in the hearts of th' folk, and perhaps give the bellows a wee poke, see if we can't set things burnin'. Startin' maybe with a vampire or three."
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Janek sits at a table, content to quietly eat a bit of food for dinner and a glass of wine to go with it. He keeps his eye out for anything amiss. 'The townsfolk seem to be little threat,' he thinks. So, he keeps his focus mostly on those that seem unique. He starts with the gruff pair of apparent hunters in the corner, trying to get a read on what they might be up to here - if anything more than just relaxing. (Insight: 21)
The hunters look have well used but very well maintained gear, and look like they are highly experienced. They carry themselves with the sort of easy confidence of people who are good at their job. You reckon that they must know the wilderness extremely well, and would probably be a useful source of information, or make for excellent guides - if they are for hire.
The blonde elven maiden gives Rictavio a polite bow with her head and takes a seat at his table, letting the half-elf continue while taking a sip of her wine. "Oh, we only just recently found our way into this gloomy realm, all of us being lost in a strange fog and ending up by a small village to the southeast of here, Barovia if you heard of it. Most of us are simply trying to find a way back to where we came from I think." Celeste says with a polite smile, glancing over at her companions in the tap room.
As Rodan shares his tale of Ancient Netheril he has the blonde elven maiden's full attention and full appreciation in her smile. She had heard about ancient Netheril of course but she was still moved by the elf's words of this tragic tale of this dark fate of this ancient and overly proud civilization.
As Rodan finishes and is being praised by the locals, Celeste returns her attention to Rictavio. "So you hail from Waterdeep then." She says with a friendly smile. "I have visited your wondrous city a few times but my home is in Silverymoon in the Silver Marches to the east. Your city is truly one of wonders though and I hope I will see it again some day." She continues, taking another sip of her wine. "So, I would be happy to hear you too perform of course, but first, please tell me more about your impressions of these lands. Aren't you troubled by its gloom and the fear that Strahd in his castle is spreading?"
Persuasion: 24 Insight: 25
Rictavo: "Indeed, Silverymoon is a lovely place. I have been there a few times myself.
If you stay around for.the evening, I will recount some of my tales later on to regale the locals.
I know little of these lands, as I said. I came in together with some travelling Vistani but it seems I am now trapped in this place. I'm not really an explorer, so am staying at this Inn and really am more interested in people and stories than in the land. Tell me, have you heard any interesting tales or met any unusual people in your travels through this valley?
I have not met Strahd but heard of him of course. I'm just an entertainer, so I hope never to meet him as it would surely not go well for me. Of course, as I told you, I collect tales and stories, so I also hear rumours..."
(He leans forward conspiratorially and lowers his voice a little)
"... such as that there is some sort of famous Vampire Hunter by the name of Von Richten, who has come to Barovia to hunt Strahd. And I also heard that there are some groups within Barovia who secretly still oppose Strahd - though mostly in secret. And I also heard that Strahd has many supporters and spies across the land. I wonder, which side are you going to join? Do tell me your tales either way. I feel it will make an excellent story for the retelling!"
Insight: He seems genuinely interested in people, including you and your group, and believes the rumours to be true. He appears to be a kind and polite sort of person, and takes an interest in all the people around him - from the peasants to the wealthy - seeming to observing everyone in detail.
Rodan accepts drinks offered, but only if the patron is willing to sit a bit and listen to his proselytizing. He questions them on mundane matters like taxes and security within the village, but then moves on to broader ideas, like what about Vallaki brings them joy, or what kind of future they see for their families in a land subjugated by such fear.
After a few drinks, he responds to the barkeep. "I reckon I'm more poet than minstrel, but none of it's me own verses, see? I gather stories where I find 'em and share 'em with folks I reckon might need to hear 'em, right. It's a bleedin' harsh world out there, barkeep, and the strong trample down fierce upon the weak. Only... the weak maybe ain't as powerless as the mighty might want 'em to be, ya dig? The way I see it, the folks 'round here be hangin' their noggins like a pack o' degs that's been booted too many times. Maybe... just maybe, them degs have a bit of bite left in 'em, aye?" He shrugs and leans on the counter. "Mayhaps that's why I've wandered into Barovia, barkeep. To see what kind of fire still blazes in the hearts of th' folk, and perhaps give the bellows a wee poke, see if we can't set things burnin'. Startin' maybe with a vampire or three."
The local you talk to nods appreciatively at your tale. "I believe you really are here to try and make things better. You know, it's a dreary place to live, this valley: even in the daytime it is never bright, there's foul folk about, more and more people seem to be mad with each generation, and then of course there's always Strahd and his minions - who occasionally come to torment us or just to feed on us. But the one thing we do have to cheer us up, is good wine!"
He holds up his cups to toast with yours before continuing.
"But if you truly oppose Strand, I think there are some groups who might be able to help you."
He looks around and over his shoulder to make sure he is not overheard, and carries on in a whisper.
"I heard that that the fortified manor of Argynvostholt near here once housed Strahd's enemies, and perhaps still does. And people talk of a group called Keepers of the Feather, who try to fight Strahd in secret. But I'm afraid that's all I know"
Still enjoying both her wine and her pleasant company, Celeste listens attentively to the entertaining half-elf, leaining in slightly as he mentions those who would oppose Strahd, quite pleased to hear there were allies to seek out in this gloomy valley before confronting the dreaded vampire lord.
"I am no ally of the man in that castle, that much I can tell you Rictavio."The blonde elven maiden says with an amused smile. "As for tales and unusual people we've only been here since yesterday. Two of us have visited a haunted house in the village of Barovia but I honestly don't know much about that. Then we are looking for this girl..."She says, showing the half-elf the picture of Gertruda. "...her mother misses her and wants to know she's safe."
Janek slowly stands, picking up his drink. He wanders over to the table with the two hunters. "Hello, I'm Janek. I couldn't help but notice you two seem to be well experienced with these lands. I admittedly have only come here through accident and know little of this place. I was wondering if perhaps I could buy you two a drink and talk for a bit."
Thulewyn is searching fir stories and rumors about the wizard. Sitting with Celeste, Thulewyn believes all the stories he has heard so far are referring to the same person and is convinced that the wizard will hold the knowledge they need to take this Strahd down and questions the entertainer. "Do ye know of the wizard that stood toe to toe with that Strahd and lived? I've heard a few stories and curious if you know any more of the tale?"
Janek slowly stands, picking up his drink. He wanders over to the table with the two hunters. "Hello, I'm Janek. I couldn't help but notice you two seem to be well experienced with these lands. I admittedly have only come here through accident and know little of this place. I was wondering if perhaps I could buy you two a drink and talk for a bit."
The two gruff hunters look at you, and push a spare chair towards you.
"I've never yet turned down a free drink. Sit, man.
I'm Szoldar Szoldarovichz and that is and Yevgeni Krushkin. We're the best damn wolf hunters in the whole valley.
If you don't know your way, my friend and I would be happy to serve as guides for you. 5 gold pieces per day, and we'll lead you wherever you want.
But only in the daytime, mind you. We not daft enough to go out at night. So I'll give you that piece of advice for free: don't travel at night."
Yevgeni, who seems to be a man if few words, just parrots. "Yes. 5 gold for a day."
Still enjoying both her wine and her pleasant company, Celeste listens attentively to the entertaining half-elf, leaining in slightly as he mentions those who would oppose Strahd, quite pleased to hear there were allies to seek out in this gloomy valley before confronting the dreaded vampire lord.
"I am no ally of the man in that castle, that much I can tell you Rictavio."The blonde elven maiden says with an amused smile. "As for tales and unusual people we've only been here since yesterday. Two of us have visited a haunted house in the village of Barovia but I honestly don't know much about that. Then we are looking for this girl..."She says, showing the half-elf the picture of Gertruda. "...her mother misses her and wants to know she's safe."
Rictavo looks at the picture and frowns with genuine concern.
"Oh dear. Perhaps she fell victim to some foul beast or even Strahd himself. I heard he has a liking for certain women. In particular, I heard that he is interested in your traveling companion over there [he indicates Ireene with his hand]. Or am I mistaken and that is not Ireena?
I'll keep my ears and eyes open for you and let you know if I can find out anything.
As for the haunted house: I heard about it. Certainly seems a very unusual place. Did you know that various locals and adventures have burned it down before? Not just tried, but burned it to ashes. Many times in fact. The stories say that each time, it sort of rebuilds itself within a day or so. That's why the locals have all given up doing anything about it."
Thulewyn is searching fir stories and rumors about the wizard. Sitting with Celeste, Thulewyn believes all the stories he has heard so far are referring to the same person and is convinced that the wizard will hold the knowledge they need to take this Strahd down and questions the entertainer. "Do ye know of the wizard that stood toe to toe with that Strahd and lived? I've heard a few stories and curious if you know any more of the tale?"
Rictavo and some of the locals have heard of the Wizard, some even claim to have seen him. They can't be certain it's the same Mage you talk of, but they tell you of sightings of a Mad Wizard who wanders around near Mount Baratok, on the other side of the lake. To get there, they recommend you take one of the fishing boats rather than travel through the forest around the lake.
The 'Wizard' is described by different people in different ways. Some seem to suggest he's just a babbling old fool who probably needs a medic or priest, while some of the others insist they have seen him do powerful magic. One man claims he saw him disappear right into a solid stone cliff which magically opened a doorway for him.
Once the group reconvene (not saying they need to yet). Thulewyn will give his thoughts:
"I'd still say we nest find that old mage, if there is anything left to the old boy, he could hold the answers we need. You learn more from failure then victories, and I'd be interested in what he has learned of fighting Strahd. We coukd also use alies in this quest. Perhaps Ireene and her brother would join us, perhaps even do the leg work to see who these groups are that oppose Strahd. I'd wager they might have better luck then us. But who knows, she has Strahd's calling card on her neck and that may make the groups shy away from associating with her."
Putting down some coins for the two men's drinks, Janek nods at the information. "I will definitely keep you in mind if we need guides. Unfortunately, I don't think we have too many destinations in mind at the moment. Some of us had hoped for a way out of these lands, but that does not seem like a path you can lead us to." He pauses, taking a small sip of his own drink. "What brings you to town now? Just the ebb and flow of your routine? I can't imagine you came for the festival?"
He keeps up the conversation, chatting and trying to get a feel if they might have any interesting information that would help the group.
Celeste nods in agreement with Janek's prudent suggestion, leaning back in her chair a bit more as she enjoys her wine, waiting for supper to be served.
(Did the innkeeper or any staff so far recognize the picture of Getruda?)
Unlike in the village of Barovia, where many people seemed to recognise Gertruda or had at least heard of her and Mad Mary, in Vallaki so far no one seems to recognise her)
The Innkeeper serves a simple but hearty meal of roast meat and vegetables. You talk to the Innkeeper a bit more, and also get into conversation with some of the Inn's patrons whom you show the picture of Gertrude. While none are able to help you find Getrude, you hear some interesting local lore and tales.
The festival of the Blazing sun seems to be just another festival in a long, long row of festivals held almost every week for many years now. The Baron insists that cheer and happiness are what keeps Strahd and his minions at bay and Vallaki safe; and many Vallakians agree - although just as many seem to think it's a useless waste of time and resources. But one patron warns you that those who openly opposes the festivals are usually locked up for 'malicious unhappiness' by the Baron. The Baron is in charge of the town, with the deformed Izet being his chief henchman. Some townspeople are not happy with this arrangement, most prominent of all is Lady Fiona Wachter who tries to stir people up against the Baron, saying she'd rather serve the devil than a madman.
You hear of a Vistani camp south of town that Arabelle has already told you about.
You hear that the Wine is the one thing that really keeps people happy in this valley, and that there is only one Vineyard in the whole of Barovia as no one else has been able to successfully plant and grow vines anywhere in this dark and permanently overcast valley. The vineyard used to produce three wines, but the supply of best of the three stopped suddenly about ten years ago.
During the evening, the Inn gets busier and more patrons join the crowd. Most seem typical townspeople and traders. However, there are a few people that stand out from the crowd: In a corner table, a pair of gruff looking hunters with over-cloaks made of wold pelts quietly drink some beers. At another table, a colorfully dressed half-elf sits alone. By his dress and accessories, you guess him to be a bard or entertainer of sorts. Finally, there is a pair of very alike-looking men, likely brothers you guess, both dressed very finely. They drink heavily, make bawdy remarks any time the young serving-wench passes them, and look like typical pub drunks looking for a bit of trouble.
The blonde elven maiden enjoys her meal together with her wine, listening to what i shared about the town of Vallaki and its many festivals with great interest. While she could sympathize with trying to keep spirits up in this gloomy realm someone should really deal with the source of this gloom at some point and keeping people docile would likely only serve the interest of Strahd. Maybe they should talk to this Lady Wachter, she was perhaps ready to sponsor a move on the vampire lord.
As she eats she gives the gruff looking hunters and the colorfully dressed half-elf curious glances. She was no stranger to hunting herself, occasionally riding out from Silverymoon to hunt with her bow, but the half-elf seemed like a more familiar one from her time in the courts of Silverymoon, an entertainer of sorts perhaps. Her eyes narrow as she hears the bawdy remarks from the finely-dressed brothers and she keeps an eye on what goes around them. If she notices any of the wenches seeming to be in discomfort she will certainly have a word about propriety with them, just to let them know at least that their behaviour wasn't acceptable for everyone.
As she has finished up her meal she explains to her company she will have a talk with the half-elf who might know more about these lands, welcoming any who wants to join her, then walking over to the half-elf after a short prayer to Milil to grant her splendor for her social interactions tonight.
"Hi there, would you mind if I join you for a while. I was wondering if we would hear you perform here tonight? Me and my companions have just arrived and we are curious about this place and it's people if you would have things you'd care to share." She says with a warm melodious voice and a friendly smile.
(Casting Eagle's Splendor)
Persuasion: 22
Insight: 24
Rodan finds a spot in the bar to sit and think, near, but not exactly 'with' his traveling companions. He broods over this land and its people, smothered as they are between sunless skies, insane local bureaucrats and the looming, all-present threat of a vampiric darklord. Troubled by the seeming complacency he sees among the peasantry here, he eventually stands.
Whereas Celeste had sought approval from the local minstrel to share the floor, Rodan merely takes a moment for himself when other tales have paused. He begins with a deep, throaty hum, then begins reciting a tale he knows well. It is one that speaks to the pride of dark beings, and the ruin it brings upon themselves and those who consent to be ruled by them. Not quite a song, and not quite a poem, the words come out slow and rhythmically, without a hint of Rodan's normal accent.
In Netheril's halls, where shadows soared, Karsus, the mage, sought power divine. Hubris clad in runes, a fateful humour, A cosmic struggle, a realm's lamenting voice.
Weaving threads of magic, a tempest's song, In daring reach, defying gods' blinding light. Mortal hands grasping at the cosmic loom, Karsus, the enchanter, courting cosmic doom.
From the realms above, where immortals tread, To Mystryl's throne, his gaze was locked. A mortal's ambition, a perilous climb, In the tapestry of fate, a heartless crime.
A weave unraveling, threads torn asunder, As Karsus, blinded, tore the holy apart. The gods withdrew, their presence denied, In Netheril's fall, where magic now dimmed.
Oh, Karsus, the wayward, a tragic refrain, Your people fell with you, a shared punishment. Pride's bitter harvest, a world undone, A cosmic elegy, beneath the fading stars.
The Weave collapsed, in shadows it drowned, Ancient Netheril crumbled, as sky met ground. Heed this dirge, whispered by the wind, Of Karsus's folly, and the wages of evil.
Performance: 13
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
The half-elf smiles at your introduction and stands to give a little polite bow. "Well met, my dear. I am Rictavio, the carnival ringmaster. I would love to help you, but I know only little of this land and its people. I have only recently arrived here myself. I hail from the city of Waterdeep, far away outside this valley. I arrived about a month ago, and am staying in this lovely little inn, earning my keep with my skills. You will see my caravan parked near the warehouses which you must have seen.
And in the evenings I entertain the locals with tales of adventure, romance and intrigues right here in the tap room, in return for a few drinks.
But tell me, how and when did you and your friends get here? And what are your plans now that you are here?"
As Rodan performs his piece, the tap room of the Inn falls quiet for a few minutes as the patrons and staff listen to the beautiful but haunting verse. The reception seems to be broadly positive, and a few of the locals who particularly enjoyed it insist on buying you some drinks and paying for your food.
Innkeeper: "That was captivating. And most unusual. Tell me, my friend, what are you? A minstrel or poet perhaps? I don't think we ever quite had something like that. Have you come to the land of Barovia to spread your verse?"
Janek sits at a table, content to quietly eat a bit of food for dinner and a glass of wine to go with it. He keeps his eye out for anything amiss. 'The townsfolk seem to be little threat,' he thinks. So, he keeps his focus mostly on those that seem unique. He starts with the gruff pair of apparent hunters in the corner, trying to get a read on what they might be up to here - if anything more than just relaxing. (Insight: 21)
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
The blonde elven maiden gives Rictavio a polite bow with her head and takes a seat at his table, letting the half-elf continue while taking a sip of her wine. "Oh, we only just recently found our way into this gloomy realm, all of us being lost in a strange fog and ending up by a small village to the southeast of here, Barovia if you heard of it. Most of us are simply trying to find a way back to where we came from I think." Celeste says with a polite smile, glancing over at her companions in the tap room.
As Rodan shares his tale of Ancient Netheril he has the blonde elven maiden's full attention and full appreciation in her smile. She had heard about ancient Netheril of course but she was still moved by the elf's words of this tragic tale of this dark fate of this ancient and overly proud civilization.
As Rodan finishes and is being praised by the locals, Celeste returns her attention to Rictavio. "So you hail from Waterdeep then." She says with a friendly smile. "I have visited your wondrous city a few times but my home is in Silverymoon in the Silver Marches to the east. Your city is truly one of wonders though and I hope I will see it again some day." She continues, taking another sip of her wine. "So, I would be happy to hear you too perform of course, but first, please tell me more about your impressions of these lands. Aren't you troubled by its gloom and the fear that Strahd in his castle is spreading?"
Persuasion: 9
Insight: 23
Rodan accepts drinks offered, but only if the patron is willing to sit a bit and listen to his proselytizing. He questions them on mundane matters like taxes and security within the village, but then moves on to broader ideas, like what about Vallaki brings them joy, or what kind of future they see for their families in a land subjugated by such fear.
After a few drinks, he responds to the barkeep. "I reckon I'm more poet than minstrel, but none of it's me own verses, see? I gather stories where I find 'em and share 'em with folks I reckon might need to hear 'em, right. It's a bleedin' harsh world out there, barkeep, and the strong trample down fierce upon the weak. Only... the weak maybe ain't as powerless as the mighty might want 'em to be, ya dig? The way I see it, the folks 'round here be hangin' their noggins like a pack o' degs that's been booted too many times. Maybe... just maybe, them degs have a bit of bite left in 'em, aye?" He shrugs and leans on the counter. "Mayhaps that's why I've wandered into Barovia, barkeep. To see what kind of fire still blazes in the hearts of th' folk, and perhaps give the bellows a wee poke, see if we can't set things burnin'. Startin' maybe with a vampire or three."
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
The hunters look have well used but very well maintained gear, and look like they are highly experienced. They carry themselves with the sort of easy confidence of people who are good at their job. You reckon that they must know the wilderness extremely well, and would probably be a useful source of information, or make for excellent guides - if they are for hire.
Rictavo: "Indeed, Silverymoon is a lovely place. I have been there a few times myself.
If you stay around for.the evening, I will recount some of my tales later on to regale the locals.
I know little of these lands, as I said. I came in together with some travelling Vistani but it seems I am now trapped in this place. I'm not really an explorer, so am staying at this Inn and really am more interested in people and stories than in the land. Tell me, have you heard any interesting tales or met any unusual people in your travels through this valley?
I have not met Strahd but heard of him of course. I'm just an entertainer, so I hope never to meet him as it would surely not go well for me. Of course, as I told you, I collect tales and stories, so I also hear rumours..."
(He leans forward conspiratorially and lowers his voice a little)
"... such as that there is some sort of famous Vampire Hunter by the name of Von Richten, who has come to Barovia to hunt Strahd. And I also heard that there are some groups within Barovia who secretly still oppose Strahd - though mostly in secret. And I also heard that Strahd has many supporters and spies across the land. I wonder, which side are you going to join? Do tell me your tales either way. I feel it will make an excellent story for the retelling!"
Insight: He seems genuinely interested in people, including you and your group, and believes the rumours to be true. He appears to be a kind and polite sort of person, and takes an interest in all the people around him - from the peasants to the wealthy - seeming to observing everyone in detail.
The local you talk to nods appreciatively at your tale. "I believe you really are here to try and make things better. You know, it's a dreary place to live, this valley: even in the daytime it is never bright, there's foul folk about, more and more people seem to be mad with each generation, and then of course there's always Strahd and his minions - who occasionally come to torment us or just to feed on us. But the one thing we do have to cheer us up, is good wine!"
He holds up his cups to toast with yours before continuing.
"But if you truly oppose Strand, I think there are some groups who might be able to help you."
He looks around and over his shoulder to make sure he is not overheard, and carries on in a whisper.
"I heard that that the fortified manor of Argynvostholt near here once housed Strahd's enemies, and perhaps still does. And people talk of a group called Keepers of the Feather, who try to fight Strahd in secret. But I'm afraid that's all I know"
Still enjoying both her wine and her pleasant company, Celeste listens attentively to the entertaining half-elf, leaining in slightly as he mentions those who would oppose Strahd, quite pleased to hear there were allies to seek out in this gloomy valley before confronting the dreaded vampire lord.
"I am no ally of the man in that castle, that much I can tell you Rictavio." The blonde elven maiden says with an amused smile. "As for tales and unusual people we've only been here since yesterday. Two of us have visited a haunted house in the village of Barovia but I honestly don't know much about that. Then we are looking for this girl..." She says, showing the half-elf the picture of Gertruda. "...her mother misses her and wants to know she's safe."
Janek slowly stands, picking up his drink. He wanders over to the table with the two hunters. "Hello, I'm Janek. I couldn't help but notice you two seem to be well experienced with these lands. I admittedly have only come here through accident and know little of this place. I was wondering if perhaps I could buy you two a drink and talk for a bit."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Thulewyn is searching fir stories and rumors about the wizard. Sitting with Celeste, Thulewyn believes all the stories he has heard so far are referring to the same person and is convinced that the wizard will hold the knowledge they need to take this Strahd down and questions the entertainer. "Do ye know of the wizard that stood toe to toe with that Strahd and lived? I've heard a few stories and curious if you know any more of the tale?"
The two gruff hunters look at you, and push a spare chair towards you.
"I've never yet turned down a free drink. Sit, man.
I'm Szoldar Szoldarovichz and that is and Yevgeni Krushkin. We're the best damn wolf hunters in the whole valley.
If you don't know your way, my friend and I would be happy to serve as guides for you. 5 gold pieces per day, and we'll lead you wherever you want.
But only in the daytime, mind you. We not daft enough to go out at night. So I'll give you that piece of advice for free: don't travel at night."
Yevgeni, who seems to be a man if few words, just parrots. "Yes. 5 gold for a day."
Rictavo looks at the picture and frowns with genuine concern.
"Oh dear. Perhaps she fell victim to some foul beast or even Strahd himself. I heard he has a liking for certain women. In particular, I heard that he is interested in your traveling companion over there [he indicates Ireene with his hand]. Or am I mistaken and that is not Ireena?
I'll keep my ears and eyes open for you and let you know if I can find out anything.
As for the haunted house: I heard about it. Certainly seems a very unusual place. Did you know that various locals and adventures have burned it down before? Not just tried, but burned it to ashes. Many times in fact. The stories say that each time, it sort of rebuilds itself within a day or so. That's why the locals have all given up doing anything about it."
Rictavo and some of the locals have heard of the Wizard, some even claim to have seen him. They can't be certain it's the same Mage you talk of, but they tell you of sightings of a Mad Wizard who wanders around near Mount Baratok, on the other side of the lake. To get there, they recommend you take one of the fishing boats rather than travel through the forest around the lake.
The 'Wizard' is described by different people in different ways. Some seem to suggest he's just a babbling old fool who probably needs a medic or priest, while some of the others insist they have seen him do powerful magic. One man claims he saw him disappear right into a solid stone cliff which magically opened a doorway for him.
Once the group reconvene (not saying they need to yet). Thulewyn will give his thoughts:
"I'd still say we nest find that old mage, if there is anything left to the old boy, he could hold the answers we need. You learn more from failure then victories, and I'd be interested in what he has learned of fighting Strahd. We coukd also use alies in this quest. Perhaps Ireene and her brother would join us, perhaps even do the leg work to see who these groups are that oppose Strahd. I'd wager they might have better luck then us. But who knows, she has Strahd's calling card on her neck and that may make the groups shy away from associating with her."
Putting down some coins for the two men's drinks, Janek nods at the information. "I will definitely keep you in mind if we need guides. Unfortunately, I don't think we have too many destinations in mind at the moment. Some of us had hoped for a way out of these lands, but that does not seem like a path you can lead us to." He pauses, taking a small sip of his own drink. "What brings you to town now? Just the ebb and flow of your routine? I can't imagine you came for the festival?"
He keeps up the conversation, chatting and trying to get a feel if they might have any interesting information that would help the group.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer