Strahd is the first vampire, and has a long and bizarre history soaked in, appropriately enough, blood.
"He's not just a vampire....he's THE vampire" Theran shudders at the thought of such an abomination. "We must be careful, Strahd has a long bizarre history soaked in, ironically enough, blood."
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Bele stands and listens intently. More and more information washes over here, filling in small gaps here and there. So much sounds so familiar, but she doesn't know why. The mention of blood makes her gasp involuntarily. Her dreams!
They always had a rough life, so it wasn’t uncommon for them to be sleeping on the ground, or in the forest, but this isn’t where they went to sleep…
The sinister trees loom over them, their branches raking at the fog. Even to someone like them, they feel particularly uninvited.
They shiver and try to look around.
They can't see anything through this fog.
They hear voices and start moving in that direction, hands outstretched. *toward bele and thera* *oop gtg*
They quickly find themselves in the middle of the road with the others.
Thera is aware there is no evil present in the area and decides to greet the stranger. " Welcome to Barovia! I take it you have no idea how you got here as well?" Thera snorts at his comment as some kind of joke.
Ivor musters up all the mental strength he can and stands up, extremely cautiously making his way over to the voices. He sighs in relief when he sees other people that probably don't look all too much like bandits, or murderers, or cultists... "Oh, thank god, people. Uhm, hello," He waves at Bela, Thera, and whoever else is there, clearing his throat.
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Ivor musters up all the mental strength he can and stands up, extremely cautiously making his way over to the voices. He sighs in relief when he sees other people that probably don't look all too much like bandits, or murderers, or cultists... "Oh, thank god, people. Uhm, hello," He waves at Bela, Thera, and whoever else is there, clearing his throat.
Thera motions over with his hand " The more the merrier!" Come on over, i'm sure theres plenty more" Thera says sarcastically.
This is getting more and more weird, muses Bele, as yet another new face emerges from the fog.
"I have never believed in coincidences," she says softy, "and I suspect we've been brought together for a reason. What worries me is that we are clearly not the ones in control here."
“Who’s strahd?”
"He's a powerful vampire, placed here as a curse for some sin from our ancestors."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“A vampire? That sounds horrible.”
Strahd is the first vampire, and has a long and bizarre history soaked in, appropriately enough, blood.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"He is. And he can disguise as... a-anyone..." He slowly backs away from the group.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"He's not just a vampire....he's THE vampire" Theran shudders at the thought of such an abomination. "We must be careful, Strahd has a long bizarre history soaked in, ironically enough, blood."
Theran backs away and uses Divine Sense to detect if anyone may be Strahd
Bogdan is undead, but that might be normal for a place like this.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I do not sense him, we should be ok for now" Theran relaxes slightly as he is relieved.
*i gtg my littles need dinner, ill be back in a few hours*
*Hope you all have a good dinner!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Thank you!*
Bele stands and listens intently. More and more information washes over here, filling in small gaps here and there. So much sounds so familiar, but she doesn't know why. The mention of blood makes her gasp involuntarily. Her dreams!
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They quickly find themselves in the middle of the road with the others.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Thera is aware there is no evil present in the area and decides to greet the stranger. " Welcome to Barovia! I take it you have no idea how you got here as well?" Thera snorts at his comment as some kind of joke.
Ivor musters up all the mental strength he can and stands up, extremely cautiously making his way over to the voices. He sighs in relief when he sees other people that probably don't look all too much like bandits, or murderers, or cultists... "Oh, thank god, people. Uhm, hello," He waves at Bela, Thera, and whoever else is there, clearing his throat.
Thera motions over with his hand " The more the merrier!" Come on over, i'm sure theres plenty more" Thera says sarcastically.
This is getting more and more weird, muses Bele, as yet another new face emerges from the fog.
"I have never believed in coincidences," she says softy, "and I suspect we've been brought together for a reason. What worries me is that we are clearly not the ones in control here."
"I shall pray to Bhall. Hopefully he may help give us some guidance." Thera kneels down and attempts a prayer.