Lucian looks quickly up at Daestra, but looks down again when he answers, "Uh... well no. It's pretty well known that no one inside the wall of mist can cross over to the outside world. Honestly... I... well, this is my first time venturing so far from my hometown. It's... it's very dangerous in the lands between here and there." He rubs his arms self consciously, "I... well... I've heard plenty of stories about outsiders ending up here. You must have passed by close enough for uh... Him... to notice you. That's the only way you could have gotten in here."He swallows, not wanting to say what's on his mind and doing his best to suppress the tendril of anger swirling up from below the timidness. It's always there when the topic of the vampire is brought up. Fortunately, the nervousness that came from being so far from home is enough to smother that tendril before it has time to flare up.
"I... uh... I'm sorry,"he says hesitantly. "I..." he trails off, once more not knowing what to say. That said, he is slightly relieved when the outsider asks Mordred some questions, taking the conversation elsewhere. For now, he'll just listen to what the loud, grumpy man has to say in response to Ravna.
Mordred looks to Lucian with a nod of agreement on never being able to leave. His anger fueled to see Daestra another lost soul here but.. Salem comes to calm him down.
"May be listening? That man has already taken my father.. Wants to take my sister.. My honor. What is left for him to take from me? .."
Mordred takes a deep breath as he tries to calm his rage looking to his old friend Salem.
"Sorry.. I know you only wish to help... But... It's a lot to accept."
Mordred looks to Daestra a bit perplexed by his question.
"The man at the table is Bildrath the mercantile here in the village and.. He has good reason to hate me honestly. As for the "lord" many call him the devil afraid his name gives power to him. The lord's name is Strahd and to be perfectly honest he is a vampire and "lord" of the valley. I am sorry... Daestra I wish you freedom from the valley same as my people same as my sister. I.. Have tried leaving the mist will either choke you or lead you back where you came from you are... Trapped I am sorry."
Ravna's words next surprise Mordred his rage.. Self loathing and regret turn to a spark of... Well something it was hard to make out as his tense features softened.
"You'd... Help her? My sister? Everyone in this village considers her lost.. The vampires property already.. Cursed. I am glad this Muriel avoids his eyes he enjoys beautiful wom- Oh no.. Oh no.. Ravna."
Mordred looks to Ravna with a straight expression before flatly saying.
"This is not good.. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in this valley. This is.. Terrible. The "lord" has three wives... and despite his intrigue in my sister... I do need help but I don't want him to find you as well."
Ravna than speaks to Salem in boldness and in bravery. He looks to her surprised.
No one in the valley or in Barovia speaks up. Except for my father..Doru and Escher but... Now they are gone. Salem only wishes for me not to be next. But.. I agree with you Ravna he must fall.. There must be a way... has to be. I know I am not strong enough.. But I will fight him with all that I have."
Mordred nods with Ravna as she explains the lord of the land to Daestra. Guilt on his face for not having a way to help Daestra in a way more meaningful. Ravna than ask Bildrath the real history of the land.. And perhaps even of Mordred. He beckons them over taking another drink next to a youthful and muscular man. He is childish and offers a friendly smile beside Bildrath.
"Well than thought you'd never ask! Mordred here teamed up with some outsider! A "swordsman" and convinced the high priest of Barovia's son Doru Dragonir to head to the castle! Even took the town bard Escher so we got no music in this hell hole! Plenty of families and... Even my sister and brother. Where'd they end up huh Mordred? You gave some rousing speech to take a stand and fight back! Those idiots... they didn't listen they BELIEVED you as you gave that speech under the statue Mordred The GREAT. As if you were even one tenth of the man he was or even half the man you're father was. You're no burgomeister you're a spoiled brat who puts his sister before the damn village. You don't care about anything cept yourself and you're own complexes. And that right? And we.. paid the price we did. So go ahead and step down.. Mordred the Lesser. The sooner we accept Strahd's rule and stay outta his way.. The better this hell hole can go on."
Mordred looks down clenching his fist as he bites at his lower lip.
"I.. Will be honest. He is right.. My incompetence as a leader.. as a fighter... as a friend. Their deaths are on my hands, I am not my father I'm not wise nor sharp. I was a fool and brash but we can't give up hope."
"Ha! You sound almost sorry but I know you're just using more people again! Have some respect. You! Pale elf! Whatever you are.. Don't heed his words. Just accept you're stuck here."
The door to the tavern swings open once more, and a woman steps through behind her a colorful man charges in ready to drink he doesn't seem to be with her. The woman, clad in a tattered and threadbare cloak. Her hair, tied into two loops that fall around her neck, is unkept and tangled, and her wide eyes dart across the room with fearful energy.
Her gaze falls upon Mordred, and she steps shakily forward. As her features come into the light, they can see her face is pale, her eyes blotchy, with dried tears staining the flesh across her cheeks. Her voice is a ragged, haunting whisper as she says...
"Master Kolyanovich- I aplogize for interrupting you and your guest. However.. I haven't seen Gertruda since last night. I think she's gone to Vallaki- alone."
Mordred frowns and puts a hand on her shoulder.
We will find her I swear it.. Some of these fine folk here are from Vallaki maybe they saw her on the road perhaps? We will get her back."
The tavern falls silent and Mordreds eyes crease with worry. He begins to think of ways to help Gertruda but he does appear a bit stumped yet determined.
Bildrath lets out a snarl and spits at the ground.
"More empty promises, Kolyanovich?"
He turns to Ravna and the others.
. "Have you lot ever seen something so cruel? False hope.. Again why not have her know now? The girl's gone no one can survive on the roads."
Bildrath than in a twist gives Mary a nod and a frown and a sincere tone.
"Sorry Mary.. but the girls gone.
Mary begins to burst into tears and Mordred cannot calm her down. He than growls to Bildrath for the first time
Mordred stands up, pushing his seat away from the table.
"That is enough master cantemir, stop this at once."
"You going to put me in my place, "Master" Kolyanovich?"
Bildrath sneers.
"Stop lying to the woman for you're own ego. The girl's as good as dead. We'll all be joining her one day so might as well accept it."
"There's always a chance.."
Mordred says heatedly. He swallows and glances back at the party and to Ravna who hasn't given up hope of defeating Strahd.
"You may have given up on our people, Bildrath but some of still wish to fight.. Still wish to save them. I know I never will.
Bildrath eyes Mordred, his hands curling into fists. After a long, lingering moment. In the back this colorful man is drinking a storm and three colorful women in the bar.. The Vistana stated before watch this event play out. Right now in this moment... they could hear a pin drop at this tavern.
As Daestra stands there listening to Bildrath his blood begins to boil at the outrageous statements being made before him, he can’t stand the idea of him treating Mordred like this or this poor lady this way. Daestra walks over to Bildrath “Listen here you insolent fool we’ll go take care of this ‘Lord’ of yours, even if I have to die trying. The people of this town deserve better than this life, and they definitely deserve better than you.”
Daestra walks back over to Mordred and asks “If you don’t mind Sir Kolyanovich I would be honored to come with you to find this girl, I may not be familiar with this area but I’m skilled and believe I could be of use.” Daestra offers his hand to Mordred. He wonders whether he may have worsened the situation with his outburst but couldn’t help but to respond to that fowl townsman in the moment.
The dark haired man looked to the woman that had spoken to him. A sick joke. Is that what she had said? Everything going on around the wizard was almost a bit too much. He could easily shrug off anything Mordred said. It was something he had gotten used to, but a stranger. Someone he knew nothing about... Well... He bit the inside of his cheek trying to keep an irritation that was slowly growing in check. Why? Why was everyone acting like this? His eyes slowly moved to Bildrath who told the story of everything that happened. He was aware of this. He had seen it... He had hidden away tucked away safely from the fighting.
As Bildrath spoke he found that irritation turning even more into anger. A boiling anger. A reminder of why he was here at this tavern lately. A reminder of what he had originally came to do. He gave a shake of his head. As the woman came in, he hoped for all of this talk to cease. It seemed more bad news though. A girl missing. That man never stopped talking did he? He let his eyes move back to Bildrath.
Had they all just stayed in their place before and hadn't attacked the castle... They could have lived a little more happily... They wouldn't have to be dealing with their 'sick joke'. Though he had started out standing at Mordred's side he had taken a couple of steps back. Sometimes it was hard to believe that he was standing here as a friend to this man when they disagreed on so much, but Salem never shared his true thoughts with Mordred. He had settled on the fact that he would never understand and now as he looked at these strangers he knew that no one would understand.
He only knew one thing. He would help Mordred with his sister. That thought seemed to cause him to realize that Mordred had complimented Ravna. Well not technically. Still a bit forward either way. Taking a deep breath swallowing harsh and angry words he let his eyes fall back on Bildrath. This man was proving to be a problem. Loud. Annoying.
"It is disgraceful to give up on lives just like that. To just assume that she is gone. There is a possibility she is still on the roads to Vallaki."
He takes a few steps towards the table Bildrath is at.
"You know it is a funny thing about people... They have their own free will and they decide what they want to do. It may have taken one voice to rise, but others answered that voice. You seem to only hold one person at fault. Honestly, I have to say I believe that things would have stayed relatively quiet had he not been awakened, but there's nothing that can be done about it now. I wish he would have stayed asleep, but now we have to deal with the consequences of waking him. It is better to have some hope than none at all."
The normally quiet wizard found himself falling back into his normal silence. Those green eyes piercing. All of this kind of talk was too much for him. He looked over his shoulder to Mordred.
"I'm going to step outside for a moment... This tavern has gotten too noisy for me."
His voice was soft when he spoke to his friend. Without another word he left the tavern. At least out here... It was relatively quiet. He leaned against the tavern and looked up at the sky. The dreary yellow light in the sky was starting to fade into night. He was thankful for that. He closed his eyes. Flapping leathery wings and a weight on his shoulder gave him some form of comfort. His familiar. The little creature always waited out here for him. It gave him a small scree and he smiled lightly.
Lucian fights back a growl when Bildrath's speech comes to an end, cutting off the sound with clenched teeth. There isn't a single part of him that agrees with this guy, not in the slightest. Even if Mordred was the one who convinced those people to risk their lives, it wasn't like he forced them to do it. This... Salem guy has the right of it. Someone might speak up, but other voices choose to follow.
"If you cared about them, why dishonor them by belittling their choices?" he mutters, his quiet voice barely audible as the woman enters the room. Accept Strahd's rule? Even he... who he can't help but think of as a coward, can't bring himself to accept things as they are. He'd rather die, cause what's the difference? Live in this cursed world, or die and stay trapped here anyways? What difference does it make? No, he might as well go down fighting, so long as it doesn't cost him his humanity to do so.
The woman's voice brings him back to the present. Someone tried to make the journey to Vallaki alone?! His eyes go wide, and he glances up at Ravna. Had they seen anyone on the road? In the moment he can't think of anyone traveling alone... not with everything else swirling around in his head.
"Just because someone has hope doesn't make if false,"Lucian says abruptly. Pale eyes gleaming with both fear, and anger as his voice rings louder than he meant it to. He quivers for a moment, realizing that he'd spoken out in the midst of a dead silence, and he shrinks back a little. "Sh...she could... she could still be out there." He self-consciously rubs his arms, hunching over as if fighting back a chill. "What if she is alive, but hurt? If you give up on her now then she might end up dead for sure. What if it was you out there? Would you want everyone to just assume you are a lost cause and... and..." He ducks his head, searching for a way out of this conversation.
Hesitantly, he shuffles over to Mary, "Uh... um..." he rubs his thumb up and down the chain of his pocket watch. "What does Gertruda look like? I uh..." he gestures at Ravna, "we... well, we just came from Vallaki like Mordred said. If you give us a description, maybe..." he trails off, shivering with nervousness. There is a part of him that knows he could do more, possibly help track down the missing woman... but he also knows the risks that would involve and... well he's not sure he's up for taking them just yet... especially if it landed him by himself in the wilderness. Then he'd end up missing too only...
He waits, hoping that Mary will give a description, his attention fixed solely on her and... well anything else in the room aside from Bildrath and any other strangers.
Ravna blinks then gives Mordred a wry smile. "I'm the most beautiful woman in the valley? I don't know how that's a bad thing. If Strahd is drawn to beautiful women, then that is perfect. If he seeks me out for my looks, it'll give me the chance to run my lance through his cursed gut."She pats the blond man on his shoulder. "Do not worry for me. Fate will carry me where I'm needed. Besides, any time that devil spends with me will spare others from his torment."
When Bildrath spews his speech, cold fury flares in her red eyes as she stares at him. Once the room falls silent, she speaks in a low tone, her voice trembling in anger. "First you shame your own family and friends for their decisions to fight for a better tomorrow, then you have the gall to say we'd be better off accepting the Devil? Would you say that if he came to your daughter's door every night? You label Mordred as Lesser due to ONE unfortunate failure. Good leaders aren't born, they are made. And they are only made through making mistakes and learning from them. Yes, he lead them to their deaths, but at least they died for something they believed in. What do you believe in? Are you satisfied with merely existing? You call Mordred and those who followed him fools. I say it's better to die fool than live a coward." She takes a step closer to the man, placing herself between him, Mordred and the crying woman. Clenching her fists, she continues. "You are the worst kind of coward. You say not to spread false hope? Hope is only false when proven so. Just because you are satisfied with EXISTING in a hell hole, doesn't give you the right to drag others down with you."
Mordred offers a hand back to Daestra with a light blink of his eyes. He seems.. surprised to have Daestra offer help so readily. Bildrath rolls his eyes at Daestra.
"They deserve to be alive! Gods damn it.."
Mordred looks to Daestra and nods.
"Yes.. I'll send scouts to search for Getruda as well. Mary.. I.. We swear to find her. My sister.. She is friends with Gertude and she'll want to come.. Plus I want to take her to Vallaki."
Bildrath took another drink staring to Salem as he commented upon him and the "lives" here.
"We agree on one thing.. That monster was better asleep. Now... Now were doomed."
However Lucian's words.. Had strung a cord with Bildrath as he spoke upon those who have passed. The young man beside Bildrath tilted his head looking at them. Bildrath let out a growl.
"Belittle? Who cares! They are gone! Dead! Had they listened.. They'd be here... With me.. With their son! He can't take care of himself...Who gives a damn about choice when you're dead.. Might be alive? Traveling in the valley isn't so simple. If I was gone? Abandon me, what's the point in hoping? I wouldn't want my nephew to die looking for me. I wouldn't want him to have false hope."
The young man frowns looking at the group.
"Hope... Hope to fight... Is that... Bad?"
"Yes.. Parpol it's bad it can get you hurt don't learn from these people."
Mary clings from Mordred to Lucian as she explains what Gertuda looks like (I have the picture in the OOC) Most worrying is.. Ravna and Lucian saw no such woman on the road.
Mordred looks to see Salem leave, he pats his friend on the shoulder he tries to give him a reassuring smile.. But is too worn to do so.
Ravna seems to not mind Mordred's words and talks of skewing Strahd. The tavern gasp and begins to avoid the party even more so. However the three colorful vistana women only offer a playful giggle in the back. Mordred gives her a nod.
"His wounds can regenerate quick.. I wish I had divine magic to wield upon myself to use against darkness. You have a strong spirit Ravna, a beautiful soul as well such as you're friends. Daestra... You are kind I feel I should help you.. You are trapped in my home... And I can't even aid instead you offer help. Lucian.. You sound meek and timid but you stand up for what is right. I've read stories of people such as you all but... It's memorizing to see in person. Heh.. here I am sounding star struck."
Mordred looks back to Ravna once more.
"I should be happy you'd take his attention.. As an elder brother but.. I don't want that for you as well. I don't want it for anyone."
Ravna begins to speak to Bildrath next and this.. This almost sends him over coupled with what everyone else has now said to him.
"Came to see my daughter?! That's why i don't have kids why chance or tempt the devil eh? Mistakes? To help that poor excuse for a man grow? My family dying was some sort of manly lesson for him huh? That it? Ya know how I feel about that little miss? I think with an attitude like that.. You'd make a great devil's bride, because that's a load of shite!! A coward? A coward because I don't want to see this village burn? My people die? Than fine.. If keeping them safe makes me a coward than so be it.. But you help that man travel the road of the blade and we are all dead. Come Parpol! These ass wipes don't get a damn thing. Were moving to Vallaki.. Clearly this village is doomed."
Bildrath spits beside Ravna, Mordred does look away a bit defeated when Ravna says he lead them to their deaths but.. He accepts it as his fault and he seems... Different when she says he can grow and a leader is made not born. He puts a hand to his chest as he becomes lost in thought for a moment. Bildrath leaves and his nephew the large childish man offers a bow.
"B-Bye Mordred and everyone.. Sorry bout my uncle!"
"It's okay Parpol, be safe heading to Vallaki. I'd be worried but.. You are the villages strongest warrior still.. Keep an eye out."
"Y-Yeah ya gots it!"
And with that one of the colorful women come to the party with a grin upon her face. She looks to Daestra...Ravna.. And Lucian last and even where Salem had left.
"The names Mirabel, you all seem so determined to put a stop to Strahd. Maybe... I can share of a way to fight him a chance that is. For a... Small favor.. See that man drinking away? He's Vistani like us but.. He never pays his tab. I own this tavern, the Barovians don't like us Vistani and that is fine but I need a good and healthy running business you all clearly got spunk and I like that. Convince him.. with words or blades I don't care to pay his tab and I'll.. Share my way."
"Be careful.. The Vistani serve the devil himself.. They can't be trusted. We should head to Vallaki and think of something at the town."
"Oh? If you could think of a functioning plan wouldn't you have done so by now? Mordred the lesser? Such a pretty face~ To bad that's all you have grumpy boy."
Mordred clicks his tongue and looks away from Mirabel.
"Whatever you decide.. I'll stand beside you. You all can stay with me at the Burgomeister's manor... Well I suppose.. My manor now. I'm willing to pay you all but I'd want you're help to escort my sister as said before. I... Wish i was better with words because I can't begin to tell you all just.. How grateful I am for everything. For my sister.. For standing up for me even though.. I failed them. I will help Mary home and head to the Manor. Come see me when you are ready to make for Vallaki I do recommend sleeping the night. And.. I have a full map of Barovia village. As well as a map of the valley I can share.. my fathers. They may help you. Come Mary say goodbye to the kind people."
She wipes her eyes and clings to Daestra once more.
"Thank you.. Please please... Please.. Find my little girl I beg of you."
And with that Mordred and Mary begin to leave the tavern.
OOC
The picture
And if I forgot to respond to anyones part or question let me know!
As Bildrath continues to speak so foully of Mordred Daestra stands gritting his teeth, seething inside, wondering how a man could become so abhorrent. As Bildrath gets up to leave Daestra stares him down in disgust while clenching his sword’s hilt.
He looks over to Mordred “In a different life if I wasn’t such a good man I may have run him through with my blade for the way he spoke to you, can’t stand that man. I’m sorry Mordred that you have to deal with a person like that, you may have made mistakes in the past but at least you’re willing to keep pressing forward in these hard times.” As he bows his head to Mordred.
Daestra nods his head to Mirabel as she asks for someone to help get the Vistani to pay his tab “I’ll head over there and see what I can do, as a guardsman I’ve dealt with a few unruly drunkards in my time.” Daestra heads over to the table occupied by the Vistani patreon, as he approaches he puts his hand on the man’s shoulder “Hey, I hear you owe this lovely Tavern owner some money for your drinks here. If you don’t want any trouble I recommend paying those back immediately.”
Lucian shrinks back when the loud man responds to his comment... which he thought he'd been quiet enough with but... well that's what he gets for speaking out loud. He does his best not to let the man's words get to him, but can't hold back a shiver as he makes his way over to Mary and Mordred.
His heart sinks as he realizes that they didn't see anyone who fits the description along the road. That doesn't bode well, but... well they still have to try right? He shakes his head slightly, "I... don't recall seeing her... but... uh..."he swallows. "I'll do what I can to help look for her." Even if all they can find is a body, at least that would provide closure.
His eyes go wide when Mordred says he's read stories about people like them. Really? Lucian can't picture anyone like himself appearing in stories... at least not in the way Mordred is talking about. He ducks his head and bites his lower lip, not really sure how to answer that.
When Mirabel approaches them, Lucian can't help but duck behind Mordred, peeking out slightly in an attempt to appear like he's not hiding. Then, he realizes that... well, hiding is stupid and he needs to stop being so jumpy... good grief he's talking about helping find a missing person and he can't even stand still when someone walks over to him? He's really not off to a good start in terms of adjusting to being away from home. ...Spunk? She thinks they have spunk? Well, Ravna does, but Lucian definitely doesn't.
He glances over at the drunkard, his first thought on the matter being... why keep giving him more if he doesn't pay for what he's already had? His second thought is that he doesn't want to get involved with this, which crosses his mind just as Daestra approaches the drunk. Well, if there really is anything to be gained from helping this lady, hopefully Daestra can get things sorted out...
He jumps slightly when Mary once more clings to him and begs him to save her daughter, "I...I... I'll do what I can." He stammers, as he stiffly gives her a nod. Being an orphan and an outcast for most of his life, physical contact is not something he's particularly accustomed to or comfortable with. Still, recognizes Mary's need for reassurance, so he doesn't fight it... he just, awkwardly stands there until she makes her way out with Mordred.
He watches them go, his heart beating wildly. What did he just get himself into? And will they have enough time to sort everything out as well as deal with what they came here to do originally? His eyes turn back to Ravna and Daestra, watching and waiting to see what happens next--hand straying to his pocket watch as he does.
Ravna chuckles at Mordred's words. Yes, the vampire would just regenerate from being skewered, but that wouldn't make it any less satisfying. If anything, his regeneration could be a perfect way to reenact the pain he's forced onto other over and over again. Of course, that's assuming they could restrain him for that long.
As Bildrath responds to her words with increased hostility, Ravna continues to fix him with a flat stare. She doesn't even try to interrupt his rant. There'd be no point. This man is a lost cause. He is a coward. A coward who couldn't even see what her words really meant. A coward living in the moment, trying to survive and keep those close to him alive by doing nothing. He clearly doesn't think of the future, his statement about not having children proves that thought. If he did, why couldn't he see that doing nothing is exactly what has led this land on it's current path? She glances at the younger man next to him with a sad light in her eyes and nods to him when he speaks. After Mordred's words of farewell to him, she adds. "Take care of your uncle, but don't let him steal your light." She's not sure if the man will understand her words, but perhaps they will at least make him think a little.
Her face brightens a bit when the Vistani woman approaches, she even smiles at her words. Ravna has always been a bit wary of Vistani, but not to the point of hostility. They always seem friendly, and they have a much brighter outlook on things than most folk. Besides, if they truly do serve the devil, then they must know things, and who's to say they even serve him willingly? She nods to Mirabel, then then to Mordred and Mary as Daestra heads over to the drunk. She watches them leave, absentmindedly wondering if Selem would be joining them on their journey. She's still not entirely sure what to think of that man, all she knows is that there are a lot of things the two of them likely disagree on. Moving back to retrieve her lance, she thinks about Muriel. She'd only come to Barovia in order to check in on her, she's sure she recognized that raven but she won't be satisfied until she see's her face. The raven did lead them here though. Perhaps she has a plan?
Once her lance has been retrieved, she moves to stand behind the wood elf and waits for the man to respond. Perhaps her presence along with the obvious outsider would be enough to intimidate the man into paying his dues.
Salem's eyes flickered towards the tavern doors as the opened. His familiar moved closer hiding itself in some of his dark hair on his shoulders. The small creature was warm and soft. It made him feel a bit better. Relaxed him. Though he did feel a bit bad for it. Poor thing was nervous. He didn't blame it though. Of course, it would be nervous being around anyone here.
It was Mordred and Mary that had stepped outside. That woman had lost her daughter. He wondered if she really was on the roads alive still... Or if maybe... He gave a slight shake of his head. He didn't want to think about that possibility.
"Taking Mary home Mordred?"
He let the question hang in the air for a moment. He didn't know what he should say next and he was already burned out after all the talking he had done today.
"Are they alright in there? I see they didn't follow you out."
He phrased the next question carefully. He wasn't sure how he felt about the people that Mordred was looking to for help. They made him nervous and what they said regarding the lord of the land bothered him. It made his stomach twist and his slow beating heart quicken. It was hard to remain quiet on his thoughts and feelings, but he had regardless of what was said. The warmth from his familiar definitely made him feel a bit better. It kept him from spiraling into his own thoughts again. The thoughts where he thought everyone was against him. Only one person would truly be on his side. He could always count on his father being there for him.
Right before Mordred leaves the tavern he looks to Daestra with a worn smile.
"My sins are plenty and Bildrath's loss is great but.. You are all right. We cannot give up on the living not now.. Not ever. I thank you for staying you're blade. The loss would hurt Parpol.. And the village believe it or not."
With that Mordred makes his entire way out. Giving Lucian a nod as well and a look of appreciation as Mary offers a prayer for Lucian this.. Seems to touch her. Out of the whole bar.. it seems only her.. Mordred and Parpol don't stare at him like some alien. Even the Vistani look at him in.. a way most curious.
Mordred than looked to Salem and gave a nod.
While the young man looks to Ravna, it's clear he has a bit of a simple look but he nods understanding while flashing a grin. Standing up the boy reveals his frame is even more robust and full than Mordred's. He pats his own arm with a smile.
"Think I coulda be onea them fancy light warriors than huh? My uncle would never steal my lights! He's a good man! Parrywhimple protect! Bildrath talk!"
Mirabel smiles to Ravna and Daestra curious to see what they do next. Daestra comes over to the drunk man, he has a scruffy face and an angry expression.
"Ehh?! What you telling me I gotta do what now? Mirabel's just a dumb ***** and she's probably using ya trustttsss meeee! You'd be better off botherin someone els-"
He looks over to Ravna and whistles almost falling off his stool.
"Damn! Way too much armor for my taste but she looks fine as hel-" He looks to her lance.. The size of her armor but most of all.. Her intense gaze at first he tries to wink at her but her gaze only grows and grows. A woman angry, a woman facing these lands a woman burning with desire in vengeance. It's here... Where a saying could be said. Hell has no fury like a woman scorned.
"Those eyes... what are ya? S-Some sorta banshee? I-I-I wonder if you're the devil's consort herself! J-Jeez.. **** fine I'll pay them just... Leave me alone I never wanna see those eyes again!"
He walks over to pay Mirabel and she smiles alongside her sisters. He looks to the party and to Ravna before making his leave. Mirabel walks over to Ravna and than looks to Lucian.
"You're lady friend is rather scary isn't she? For woman that look both terrifying and beautiful.. They believe them "Cursed" or "Devil's Consort." Mordreds own sister has been called that, but she ain't really that scary and she's got her own name.. "Devil's Bride." I mean.. I don't his sister is that pretty either but to each their own I suppose! Still... a deal is a deal! I can give you info.. A better way to face destiny and the devil himself besides running into the jaws of death itself. On the way.. To Vallaki on the main road is an encampment. The Tser Encampment. A seer by the name Madam Eva.. She will be awaiting you 4.. and will tell of you're destiny it's that destiny that will guide you to what you seek. If you aren't afraid of Vistani magic like the local's I know we aren't Mordred's biggest fans~ Hehe~ Well.. Thank you all for you're help, that man.. Rudu had been a real pain."
OOC I'm didn't write much to Salem here cause they are outside so i did that part in private part as it makes since narratively.
If you ever wanna talk to an NPC alone feel free to PM me of course! (Aroc and Rynn know me well on this aspect >3)
Daestra seems confused as the man is for some reason more scared of Ravna than the one coming up to intimidate him? Oh well.. Daestra walks over to Ravna and shrugs his shoulders “I don’t get that man, he seems rather scared of you for some reason but at least he paid I guess. I’m ready to be on my way whenever the rest of you are, it seems we’ve caused quite the stir in here.” As Daestra heads for the door to go outside for some air.
Lucian gives an awkward wave as Mordred and Mary exit the building, only to give a start when Mirabel comments on 'his lady friend' in reference to Ravna. Lady friend? She's not... oh... he's so stupid. Obviously Ravna is a lady. And he guessed she could be called his friend. Ugh... He shakes his head, then says nervously, "Oh... uh..." He trails off, stammering slightly. "Y...yeah... she can be." Ravna could be pretty frightening at times, with her ever intense eyes and... well, it doesn't help that she's taller than he is either. But, Lucian finds everyone scary at some point, and... well Ravna is also pretty nice most of the time. Still, he definitely wouldn't want to get on her bad side. So, he gives a vigorous nod before giving a sideways, unsure glance at Mirabel as she comments on Mordred's sister. He's... not really fond of the way she talks about other people like that, but... he can't expect everyone to be perfect. There are people he doesn't like to after all...
He perks up at the mention of help, only to shrink again at the mention of a seer... a Vistani seer at that. He's... not really sure if he wants that kind of help. The thought of talking to someone with powers to see the future ...his future... and wait, she'll be waiting for them? The four of them!? Oh stars its happening already... He really, really isn't comfortable with someone knowing about his future, but then again, could she know about his parents too? Maybe... maybe he could get more out of this than just help in the fight against the devil.
Maybe.
"Uh... thanks..." he says, realizing that he's standing there awkwardly. Plus she'd just spilled all this information to him, when he was the only one out of the three of them who didn't help with the drunk at all. He then turns his attention to Daestra as he inquires about why the man would be afraid of Ravna. Lucian doesn't really understand it either... well, ok, that's not true. He would be afraid of Ravna too if he thought she'd be mad at him for something... But, he does get why Daestra would be confused. After all, Ravna didn't do anything more than stand next to him. She didn't even need to speak to get the drunk blabbering and emptying his pockets.
Regardless, he stays quiet, waiting for Ravna's response. He's ready to go too, growing more and more uncomfortable in this setting--especially since Mordred and the other friendly guy left. But he doesn't want to say anything, letting his companions (specifically Ravna since she seems to know her way around the best) decide on their next move.
As the drunk shrinks away from her intense red gaze and scurries over to pay his tab, Ravna watches him with a satisfied smirk. She may be the black sheep of her family, unfit for the usual role undertaken by her kin, but sometimes her appearance does come in handy. She finds the man's comments more humorous than offensive. Banshee? That's the first time she's been called that. Hah. She continues to stare at the man until he leaves the inn. That man deserves to be intimidated.
Her red-eyed gaze turns to Daestra when he addresses her. "What? You don't think I'm scary?" She smirks leaning on her lance. Then she turns to Mirabel. Wow, this is a the most complements concerning her appearance she's had in a while. She'd almost forgotten that she actually is pretty.
Like Lucian, Ravna's not sure she likes the way this woman talks of Mordred and Ireena. After all, if she's anything like Mordred she has to at least be more than plain...but like she said, to each their own. Besides, it's not looks that matter, it's whats inside that does.
Ravna's red eyes flash with excitement at the word destiny. There is someone who can help show her the path to defeating Strahd? And she's waiting for them?! She gives Mirabel a quick bow, "Thank you for this information. I cannot speak for my companions, but I will be looking forward to meeting Madame Eva."
After the group is finished speaking with the Vistani, Ravna turns back to Lucian and Daestra. "Well, it seems our work here is done. Let us be on our way, Mordred did offer us free rooms after all." With that she hefts her lance over her shoulder, heads out the door and off towards the manor.
OOC Still waiting on Kirai to post but just wanted to explain OOC (though you all probably already know) That for Rudu the fear of Ravna certainly came from that high Intimidation roll in the gamelog didn't want anyone to think I singled out Ravna randomly for no reason lol
Oh and they do certainly know the direction of the manor thanks to Mordred so no roles needed.
I should make a world anvil map sometime with some points on it for you guys. Actually I think I'll do it now
Lucian looks at every building on their way to the manor, looking at each with interest. However, he doesn't find any interesting enough to ask for a detour. For now he's content just following Ravna and Daestra to their destination.
As the group makes way through the dreary village they eventually come to the edge of town and at their destination.
Here lies a weary-looking mansion squats behind a rusting iron fence. The iron gates are twisted and torn. The right gate lies cast aside, while the left swings lazily in the wind. The stuttering squeal and clang of the gate repeats with mindless precision. Weeds choke the grounds and press with menace upon the house itself. Yet, against the walls, the growth has been tramped down to create a path all about the domain. Heavy claw markings have stripped the once-beautiful finish of the walls. Great black marks tell of the fires that have assailed the mansion. Not a pane nor a shard of glass stands in any window. All the windows are barred with planks, each one marked with stains of evil omen.
The gates appeared to be easy enough to pass through and one could investigate the manor's condition itself. The massive front doors remain closed. This is it.. The burgomeister's manor and where Mordred had told them to come.
Lucien eyes the manor warily... this... well, this isn't what he'd expected Mordred's home to look like. He looks to his companions, unsure of what to do. He stands quietly behind Ravna, glancing between her and Daestra and the manor. Should they knock on the door?
Lucian looks quickly up at Daestra, but looks down again when he answers, "Uh... well no. It's pretty well known that no one inside the wall of mist can cross over to the outside world. Honestly... I... well, this is my first time venturing so far from my hometown. It's... it's very dangerous in the lands between here and there." He rubs his arms self consciously, "I... well... I've heard plenty of stories about outsiders ending up here. You must have passed by close enough for uh... Him... to notice you. That's the only way you could have gotten in here." He swallows, not wanting to say what's on his mind and doing his best to suppress the tendril of anger swirling up from below the timidness. It's always there when the topic of the vampire is brought up. Fortunately, the nervousness that came from being so far from home is enough to smother that tendril before it has time to flare up.
"I... uh... I'm sorry," he says hesitantly. "I..." he trails off, once more not knowing what to say. That said, he is slightly relieved when the outsider asks Mordred some questions, taking the conversation elsewhere. For now, he'll just listen to what the loud, grumpy man has to say in response to Ravna.
Mordred looks to Lucian with a nod of agreement on never being able to leave. His anger fueled to see Daestra another lost soul here but.. Salem comes to calm him down.
"May be listening? That man has already taken my father.. Wants to take my sister.. My honor. What is left for him to take from me? .."
Mordred takes a deep breath as he tries to calm his rage looking to his old friend Salem.
"Sorry.. I know you only wish to help... But... It's a lot to accept."
Mordred looks to Daestra a bit perplexed by his question.
"The man at the table is Bildrath the mercantile here in the village and.. He has good reason to hate me honestly. As for the "lord" many call him the devil afraid his name gives power to him. The lord's name is Strahd and to be perfectly honest he is a vampire and "lord" of the valley. I am sorry... Daestra I wish you freedom from the valley same as my people same as my sister. I.. Have tried leaving the mist will either choke you or lead you back where you came from you are... Trapped I am sorry."
Ravna's words next surprise Mordred his rage.. Self loathing and regret turn to a spark of... Well something it was hard to make out as his tense features softened.
Mordred looks to Ravna with a straight expression before flatly saying.
"This is not good.. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in this valley. This is.. Terrible. The "lord" has three wives... and despite his intrigue in my sister... I do need help but I don't want him to find you as well."
Ravna than speaks to Salem in boldness and in bravery. He looks to her surprised.
No one in the valley or in Barovia speaks up. Except for my father..Doru and Escher but... Now they are gone. Salem only wishes for me not to be next. But.. I agree with you Ravna he must fall.. There must be a way... has to be. I know I am not strong enough.. But I will fight him with all that I have."
Mordred nods with Ravna as she explains the lord of the land to Daestra. Guilt on his face for not having a way to help Daestra in a way more meaningful. Ravna than ask Bildrath the real history of the land.. And perhaps even of Mordred. He beckons them over taking another drink next to a youthful and muscular man. He is childish and offers a friendly smile beside Bildrath.
"Well than thought you'd never ask! Mordred here teamed up with some outsider! A "swordsman" and convinced the high priest of Barovia's son Doru Dragonir to head to the castle! Even took the town bard Escher so we got no music in this hell hole! Plenty of families and... Even my sister and brother. Where'd they end up huh Mordred? You gave some rousing speech to take a stand and fight back! Those idiots... they didn't listen they BELIEVED you as you gave that speech under the statue Mordred The GREAT. As if you were even one tenth of the man he was or even half the man you're father was. You're no burgomeister you're a spoiled brat who puts his sister before the damn village. You don't care about anything cept yourself and you're own complexes. And that right? And we.. paid the price we did. So go ahead and step down.. Mordred the Lesser. The sooner we accept Strahd's rule and stay outta his way.. The better this hell hole can go on."
Mordred looks down clenching his fist as he bites at his lower lip.
"I.. Will be honest. He is right.. My incompetence as a leader.. as a fighter... as a friend. Their deaths are on my hands, I am not my father I'm not wise nor sharp. I was a fool and brash but we can't give up hope."
"Ha! You sound almost sorry but I know you're just using more people again! Have some respect. You! Pale elf! Whatever you are.. Don't heed his words. Just accept you're stuck here."
The door to the tavern swings open once more, and a woman steps through behind her a colorful man charges in ready to drink he doesn't seem to be with her. The woman, clad in a tattered and threadbare cloak. Her hair, tied into two loops that fall around her neck, is unkept and tangled, and her wide eyes dart across the room with fearful energy.
Her gaze falls upon Mordred, and she steps shakily forward. As her features come into the light, they can see her face is pale, her eyes blotchy, with dried tears staining the flesh across her cheeks. Her voice is a ragged, haunting whisper as she says...
"Master Kolyanovich- I aplogize for interrupting you and your guest. However.. I haven't seen Gertruda since last night. I think she's gone to Vallaki- alone."
Mordred frowns and puts a hand on her shoulder.
We will find her I swear it.. Some of these fine folk here are from Vallaki maybe they saw her on the road perhaps? We will get her back."
The tavern falls silent and Mordreds eyes crease with worry. He begins to think of ways to help Gertruda but he does appear a bit stumped yet determined.
Bildrath lets out a snarl and spits at the ground.
"More empty promises, Kolyanovich?"
He turns to Ravna and the others.
. "Have you lot ever seen something so cruel? False hope.. Again why not have her know now? The girl's gone no one can survive on the roads."
Bildrath than in a twist gives Mary a nod and a frown and a sincere tone.
"Sorry Mary.. but the girls gone.
Mary begins to burst into tears and Mordred cannot calm her down. He than growls to Bildrath for the first time
Mordred stands up, pushing his seat away from the table.
"That is enough master cantemir, stop this at once."
"You going to put me in my place, "Master" Kolyanovich?"
Bildrath sneers.
"Stop lying to the woman for you're own ego. The girl's as good as dead. We'll all be joining her one day so might as well accept it."
"There's always a chance.."
Mordred says heatedly. He swallows and glances back at the party and to Ravna who hasn't given up hope of defeating Strahd.
"You may have given up on our people, Bildrath but some of still wish to fight.. Still wish to save them. I know I never will.
Bildrath eyes Mordred, his hands curling into fists. After a long, lingering moment. In the back this colorful man is drinking a storm and three colorful women in the bar.. The Vistana stated before watch this event play out. Right now in this moment... they could hear a pin drop at this tavern.
As Daestra stands there listening to Bildrath his blood begins to boil at the outrageous statements being made before him, he can’t stand the idea of him treating Mordred like this or this poor lady this way. Daestra walks over to Bildrath “Listen here you insolent fool we’ll go take care of this ‘Lord’ of yours, even if I have to die trying. The people of this town deserve better than this life, and they definitely deserve better than you.”
Daestra walks back over to Mordred and asks “If you don’t mind Sir Kolyanovich I would be honored to come with you to find this girl, I may not be familiar with this area but I’m skilled and believe I could be of use.” Daestra offers his hand to Mordred. He wonders whether he may have worsened the situation with his outburst but couldn’t help but to respond to that fowl townsman in the moment.
The dark haired man looked to the woman that had spoken to him. A sick joke. Is that what she had said? Everything going on around the wizard was almost a bit too much. He could easily shrug off anything Mordred said. It was something he had gotten used to, but a stranger. Someone he knew nothing about... Well... He bit the inside of his cheek trying to keep an irritation that was slowly growing in check. Why? Why was everyone acting like this? His eyes slowly moved to Bildrath who told the story of everything that happened. He was aware of this. He had seen it... He had hidden away tucked away safely from the fighting.
As Bildrath spoke he found that irritation turning even more into anger. A boiling anger. A reminder of why he was here at this tavern lately. A reminder of what he had originally came to do. He gave a shake of his head. As the woman came in, he hoped for all of this talk to cease. It seemed more bad news though. A girl missing. That man never stopped talking did he? He let his eyes move back to Bildrath.
Had they all just stayed in their place before and hadn't attacked the castle... They could have lived a little more happily... They wouldn't have to be dealing with their 'sick joke'. Though he had started out standing at Mordred's side he had taken a couple of steps back. Sometimes it was hard to believe that he was standing here as a friend to this man when they disagreed on so much, but Salem never shared his true thoughts with Mordred. He had settled on the fact that he would never understand and now as he looked at these strangers he knew that no one would understand.
He only knew one thing. He would help Mordred with his sister. That thought seemed to cause him to realize that Mordred had complimented Ravna. Well not technically. Still a bit forward either way. Taking a deep breath swallowing harsh and angry words he let his eyes fall back on Bildrath. This man was proving to be a problem. Loud. Annoying.
"It is disgraceful to give up on lives just like that. To just assume that she is gone. There is a possibility she is still on the roads to Vallaki."
He takes a few steps towards the table Bildrath is at.
"You know it is a funny thing about people... They have their own free will and they decide what they want to do. It may have taken one voice to rise, but others answered that voice. You seem to only hold one person at fault. Honestly, I have to say I believe that things would have stayed relatively quiet had he not been awakened, but there's nothing that can be done about it now. I wish he would have stayed asleep, but now we have to deal with the consequences of waking him. It is better to have some hope than none at all."
The normally quiet wizard found himself falling back into his normal silence. Those green eyes piercing. All of this kind of talk was too much for him. He looked over his shoulder to Mordred.
"I'm going to step outside for a moment... This tavern has gotten too noisy for me."
His voice was soft when he spoke to his friend. Without another word he left the tavern. At least out here... It was relatively quiet. He leaned against the tavern and looked up at the sky. The dreary yellow light in the sky was starting to fade into night. He was thankful for that. He closed his eyes. Flapping leathery wings and a weight on his shoulder gave him some form of comfort. His familiar. The little creature always waited out here for him. It gave him a small scree and he smiled lightly.
Lucian fights back a growl when Bildrath's speech comes to an end, cutting off the sound with clenched teeth. There isn't a single part of him that agrees with this guy, not in the slightest. Even if Mordred was the one who convinced those people to risk their lives, it wasn't like he forced them to do it. This... Salem guy has the right of it. Someone might speak up, but other voices choose to follow.
"If you cared about them, why dishonor them by belittling their choices?" he mutters, his quiet voice barely audible as the woman enters the room. Accept Strahd's rule? Even he... who he can't help but think of as a coward, can't bring himself to accept things as they are. He'd rather die, cause what's the difference? Live in this cursed world, or die and stay trapped here anyways? What difference does it make? No, he might as well go down fighting, so long as it doesn't cost him his humanity to do so.
The woman's voice brings him back to the present. Someone tried to make the journey to Vallaki alone?! His eyes go wide, and he glances up at Ravna. Had they seen anyone on the road? In the moment he can't think of anyone traveling alone... not with everything else swirling around in his head.
"Just because someone has hope doesn't make if false," Lucian says abruptly. Pale eyes gleaming with both fear, and anger as his voice rings louder than he meant it to. He quivers for a moment, realizing that he'd spoken out in the midst of a dead silence, and he shrinks back a little. "Sh...she could... she could still be out there." He self-consciously rubs his arms, hunching over as if fighting back a chill. "What if she is alive, but hurt? If you give up on her now then she might end up dead for sure. What if it was you out there? Would you want everyone to just assume you are a lost cause and... and..." He ducks his head, searching for a way out of this conversation.
Hesitantly, he shuffles over to Mary, "Uh... um..." he rubs his thumb up and down the chain of his pocket watch. "What does Gertruda look like? I uh..." he gestures at Ravna, "we... well, we just came from Vallaki like Mordred said. If you give us a description, maybe..." he trails off, shivering with nervousness. There is a part of him that knows he could do more, possibly help track down the missing woman... but he also knows the risks that would involve and... well he's not sure he's up for taking them just yet... especially if it landed him by himself in the wilderness. Then he'd end up missing too only...
He waits, hoping that Mary will give a description, his attention fixed solely on her and... well anything else in the room aside from Bildrath and any other strangers.
Ravna blinks then gives Mordred a wry smile. "I'm the most beautiful woman in the valley? I don't know how that's a bad thing. If Strahd is drawn to beautiful women, then that is perfect. If he seeks me out for my looks, it'll give me the chance to run my lance through his cursed gut." She pats the blond man on his shoulder. "Do not worry for me. Fate will carry me where I'm needed. Besides, any time that devil spends with me will spare others from his torment."
When Bildrath spews his speech, cold fury flares in her red eyes as she stares at him. Once the room falls silent, she speaks in a low tone, her voice trembling in anger. "First you shame your own family and friends for their decisions to fight for a better tomorrow, then you have the gall to say we'd be better off accepting the Devil? Would you say that if he came to your daughter's door every night? You label Mordred as Lesser due to ONE unfortunate failure. Good leaders aren't born, they are made. And they are only made through making mistakes and learning from them. Yes, he lead them to their deaths, but at least they died for something they believed in. What do you believe in? Are you satisfied with merely existing? You call Mordred and those who followed him fools. I say it's better to die fool than live a coward." She takes a step closer to the man, placing herself between him, Mordred and the crying woman. Clenching her fists, she continues. "You are the worst kind of coward. You say not to spread false hope? Hope is only false when proven so. Just because you are satisfied with EXISTING in a hell hole, doesn't give you the right to drag others down with you."
Mordred offers a hand back to Daestra with a light blink of his eyes. He seems.. surprised to have Daestra offer help so readily. Bildrath rolls his eyes at Daestra.
"They deserve to be alive! Gods damn it.."
Mordred looks to Daestra and nods.
"Yes.. I'll send scouts to search for Getruda as well. Mary.. I.. We swear to find her. My sister.. She is friends with Gertude and she'll want to come.. Plus I want to take her to Vallaki."
Bildrath took another drink staring to Salem as he commented upon him and the "lives" here.
"We agree on one thing.. That monster was better asleep. Now... Now were doomed."
However Lucian's words.. Had strung a cord with Bildrath as he spoke upon those who have passed. The young man beside Bildrath tilted his head looking at them. Bildrath let out a growl.
"Belittle? Who cares! They are gone! Dead! Had they listened.. They'd be here... With me.. With their son! He can't take care of himself...Who gives a damn about choice when you're dead.. Might be alive? Traveling in the valley isn't so simple. If I was gone? Abandon me, what's the point in hoping? I wouldn't want my nephew to die looking for me. I wouldn't want him to have false hope."
The young man frowns looking at the group.
"Hope... Hope to fight... Is that... Bad?"
"Yes.. Parpol it's bad it can get you hurt don't learn from these people."
Mary clings from Mordred to Lucian as she explains what Gertuda looks like (I have the picture in the OOC) Most worrying is.. Ravna and Lucian saw no such woman on the road.
Mordred looks to see Salem leave, he pats his friend on the shoulder he tries to give him a reassuring smile.. But is too worn to do so.
Ravna seems to not mind Mordred's words and talks of skewing Strahd. The tavern gasp and begins to avoid the party even more so. However the three colorful vistana women only offer a playful giggle in the back. Mordred gives her a nod.
"His wounds can regenerate quick.. I wish I had divine magic to wield upon myself to use against darkness. You have a strong spirit Ravna, a beautiful soul as well such as you're friends. Daestra... You are kind I feel I should help you.. You are trapped in my home... And I can't even aid instead you offer help. Lucian.. You sound meek and timid but you stand up for what is right. I've read stories of people such as you all but... It's memorizing to see in person. Heh.. here I am sounding star struck."
Mordred looks back to Ravna once more.
"I should be happy you'd take his attention.. As an elder brother but.. I don't want that for you as well. I don't want it for anyone."
Ravna begins to speak to Bildrath next and this.. This almost sends him over coupled with what everyone else has now said to him.
"Came to see my daughter?! That's why i don't have kids why chance or tempt the devil eh? Mistakes? To help that poor excuse for a man grow? My family dying was some sort of manly lesson for him huh? That it? Ya know how I feel about that little miss? I think with an attitude like that.. You'd make a great devil's bride, because that's a load of shite!! A coward? A coward because I don't want to see this village burn? My people die? Than fine.. If keeping them safe makes me a coward than so be it.. But you help that man travel the road of the blade and we are all dead. Come Parpol! These ass wipes don't get a damn thing. Were moving to Vallaki.. Clearly this village is doomed."
Bildrath spits beside Ravna, Mordred does look away a bit defeated when Ravna says he lead them to their deaths but.. He accepts it as his fault and he seems... Different when she says he can grow and a leader is made not born. He puts a hand to his chest as he becomes lost in thought for a moment. Bildrath leaves and his nephew the large childish man offers a bow.
"B-Bye Mordred and everyone.. Sorry bout my uncle!"
"It's okay Parpol, be safe heading to Vallaki. I'd be worried but.. You are the villages strongest warrior still.. Keep an eye out."
"Y-Yeah ya gots it!"
And with that one of the colorful women come to the party with a grin upon her face. She looks to Daestra...Ravna.. And Lucian last and even where Salem had left.
"The names Mirabel, you all seem so determined to put a stop to Strahd. Maybe... I can share of a way to fight him a chance that is. For a... Small favor.. See that man drinking away? He's Vistani like us but.. He never pays his tab. I own this tavern, the Barovians don't like us Vistani and that is fine but I need a good and healthy running business you all clearly got spunk and I like that. Convince him.. with words or blades I don't care to pay his tab and I'll.. Share my way."
"Be careful.. The Vistani serve the devil himself.. They can't be trusted. We should head to Vallaki and think of something at the town."
"Oh? If you could think of a functioning plan wouldn't you have done so by now? Mordred the lesser? Such a pretty face~ To bad that's all you have grumpy boy."
Mordred clicks his tongue and looks away from Mirabel.
"Whatever you decide.. I'll stand beside you. You all can stay with me at the Burgomeister's manor... Well I suppose.. My manor now. I'm willing to pay you all but I'd want you're help to escort my sister as said before. I... Wish i was better with words because I can't begin to tell you all just.. How grateful I am for everything. For my sister.. For standing up for me even though.. I failed them. I will help Mary home and head to the Manor. Come see me when you are ready to make for Vallaki I do recommend sleeping the night. And.. I have a full map of Barovia village. As well as a map of the valley I can share.. my fathers. They may help you. Come Mary say goodbye to the kind people."
She wipes her eyes and clings to Daestra once more.
"Thank you.. Please please... Please.. Find my little girl I beg of you."
And with that Mordred and Mary begin to leave the tavern.
OOC
The picture
And if I forgot to respond to anyones part or question let me know!
Now I wonder what they'll do next >3
As Bildrath continues to speak so foully of Mordred Daestra stands gritting his teeth, seething inside, wondering how a man could become so abhorrent. As Bildrath gets up to leave Daestra stares him down in disgust while clenching his sword’s hilt.
He looks over to Mordred “In a different life if I wasn’t such a good man I may have run him through with my blade for the way he spoke to you, can’t stand that man. I’m sorry Mordred that you have to deal with a person like that, you may have made mistakes in the past but at least you’re willing to keep pressing forward in these hard times.” As he bows his head to Mordred.
Daestra nods his head to Mirabel as she asks for someone to help get the Vistani to pay his tab “I’ll head over there and see what I can do, as a guardsman I’ve dealt with a few unruly drunkards in my time.” Daestra heads over to the table occupied by the Vistani patreon, as he approaches he puts his hand on the man’s shoulder “Hey, I hear you owe this lovely Tavern owner some money for your drinks here. If you don’t want any trouble I recommend paying those back immediately.”
Lucian shrinks back when the loud man responds to his comment... which he thought he'd been quiet enough with but... well that's what he gets for speaking out loud. He does his best not to let the man's words get to him, but can't hold back a shiver as he makes his way over to Mary and Mordred.
His heart sinks as he realizes that they didn't see anyone who fits the description along the road. That doesn't bode well, but... well they still have to try right? He shakes his head slightly, "I... don't recall seeing her... but... uh..." he swallows. "I'll do what I can to help look for her." Even if all they can find is a body, at least that would provide closure.
His eyes go wide when Mordred says he's read stories about people like them. Really? Lucian can't picture anyone like himself appearing in stories... at least not in the way Mordred is talking about. He ducks his head and bites his lower lip, not really sure how to answer that.
When Mirabel approaches them, Lucian can't help but duck behind Mordred, peeking out slightly in an attempt to appear like he's not hiding. Then, he realizes that... well, hiding is stupid and he needs to stop being so jumpy... good grief he's talking about helping find a missing person and he can't even stand still when someone walks over to him? He's really not off to a good start in terms of adjusting to being away from home. ...Spunk? She thinks they have spunk? Well, Ravna does, but Lucian definitely doesn't.
He glances over at the drunkard, his first thought on the matter being... why keep giving him more if he doesn't pay for what he's already had? His second thought is that he doesn't want to get involved with this, which crosses his mind just as Daestra approaches the drunk. Well, if there really is anything to be gained from helping this lady, hopefully Daestra can get things sorted out...
He jumps slightly when Mary once more clings to him and begs him to save her daughter, "I...I... I'll do what I can." He stammers, as he stiffly gives her a nod. Being an orphan and an outcast for most of his life, physical contact is not something he's particularly accustomed to or comfortable with. Still, recognizes Mary's need for reassurance, so he doesn't fight it... he just, awkwardly stands there until she makes her way out with Mordred.
He watches them go, his heart beating wildly. What did he just get himself into? And will they have enough time to sort everything out as well as deal with what they came here to do originally? His eyes turn back to Ravna and Daestra, watching and waiting to see what happens next--hand straying to his pocket watch as he does.
Ravna chuckles at Mordred's words. Yes, the vampire would just regenerate from being skewered, but that wouldn't make it any less satisfying. If anything, his regeneration could be a perfect way to reenact the pain he's forced onto other over and over again. Of course, that's assuming they could restrain him for that long.
As Bildrath responds to her words with increased hostility, Ravna continues to fix him with a flat stare. She doesn't even try to interrupt his rant. There'd be no point. This man is a lost cause. He is a coward. A coward who couldn't even see what her words really meant. A coward living in the moment, trying to survive and keep those close to him alive by doing nothing. He clearly doesn't think of the future, his statement about not having children proves that thought. If he did, why couldn't he see that doing nothing is exactly what has led this land on it's current path? She glances at the younger man next to him with a sad light in her eyes and nods to him when he speaks. After Mordred's words of farewell to him, she adds. "Take care of your uncle, but don't let him steal your light." She's not sure if the man will understand her words, but perhaps they will at least make him think a little.
Her face brightens a bit when the Vistani woman approaches, she even smiles at her words. Ravna has always been a bit wary of Vistani, but not to the point of hostility. They always seem friendly, and they have a much brighter outlook on things than most folk. Besides, if they truly do serve the devil, then they must know things, and who's to say they even serve him willingly? She nods to Mirabel, then then to Mordred and Mary as Daestra heads over to the drunk. She watches them leave, absentmindedly wondering if Selem would be joining them on their journey. She's still not entirely sure what to think of that man, all she knows is that there are a lot of things the two of them likely disagree on. Moving back to retrieve her lance, she thinks about Muriel. She'd only come to Barovia in order to check in on her, she's sure she recognized that raven but she won't be satisfied until she see's her face. The raven did lead them here though. Perhaps she has a plan?
Once her lance has been retrieved, she moves to stand behind the wood elf and waits for the man to respond. Perhaps her presence along with the obvious outsider would be enough to intimidate the man into paying his dues.
Intimidation: 20 (not natural)
Salem's eyes flickered towards the tavern doors as the opened. His familiar moved closer hiding itself in some of his dark hair on his shoulders. The small creature was warm and soft. It made him feel a bit better. Relaxed him. Though he did feel a bit bad for it. Poor thing was nervous. He didn't blame it though. Of course, it would be nervous being around anyone here.
It was Mordred and Mary that had stepped outside. That woman had lost her daughter. He wondered if she really was on the roads alive still... Or if maybe... He gave a slight shake of his head. He didn't want to think about that possibility.
"Taking Mary home Mordred?"
He let the question hang in the air for a moment. He didn't know what he should say next and he was already burned out after all the talking he had done today.
"Are they alright in there? I see they didn't follow you out."
He phrased the next question carefully. He wasn't sure how he felt about the people that Mordred was looking to for help. They made him nervous and what they said regarding the lord of the land bothered him. It made his stomach twist and his slow beating heart quicken. It was hard to remain quiet on his thoughts and feelings, but he had regardless of what was said. The warmth from his familiar definitely made him feel a bit better. It kept him from spiraling into his own thoughts again. The thoughts where he thought everyone was against him. Only one person would truly be on his side. He could always count on his father being there for him.
Right before Mordred leaves the tavern he looks to Daestra with a worn smile.
"My sins are plenty and Bildrath's loss is great but.. You are all right. We cannot give up on the living not now.. Not ever. I thank you for staying you're blade. The loss would hurt Parpol.. And the village believe it or not."
With that Mordred makes his entire way out. Giving Lucian a nod as well and a look of appreciation as Mary offers a prayer for Lucian this.. Seems to touch her. Out of the whole bar.. it seems only her.. Mordred and Parpol don't stare at him like some alien. Even the Vistani look at him in.. a way most curious.
Mordred than looked to Salem and gave a nod.
While the young man looks to Ravna, it's clear he has a bit of a simple look but he nods understanding while flashing a grin. Standing up the boy reveals his frame is even more robust and full than Mordred's. He pats his own arm with a smile.
"Think I coulda be onea them fancy light warriors than huh? My uncle would never steal my lights! He's a good man! Parrywhimple protect! Bildrath talk!"
Mirabel smiles to Ravna and Daestra curious to see what they do next. Daestra comes over to the drunk man, he has a scruffy face and an angry expression.
"Ehh?! What you telling me I gotta do what now? Mirabel's just a dumb ***** and she's probably using ya trustttsss meeee! You'd be better off botherin someone els-"
He looks over to Ravna and whistles almost falling off his stool.
"Damn! Way too much armor for my taste but she looks fine as hel-"
He looks to her lance.. The size of her armor but most of all.. Her intense gaze at first he tries to wink at her but her gaze only grows and grows. A woman angry, a woman facing these lands a woman burning with desire in vengeance. It's here... Where a saying could be said. Hell has no fury like a woman scorned.
"Those eyes... what are ya? S-Some sorta banshee? I-I-I wonder if you're the devil's consort herself! J-Jeez.. **** fine I'll pay them just... Leave me alone I never wanna see those eyes again!"
He walks over to pay Mirabel and she smiles alongside her sisters. He looks to the party and to Ravna before making his leave. Mirabel walks over to Ravna and than looks to Lucian.
"You're lady friend is rather scary isn't she? For woman that look both terrifying and beautiful.. They believe them "Cursed" or "Devil's Consort." Mordreds own sister has been called that, but she ain't really that scary and she's got her own name.. "Devil's Bride." I mean.. I don't his sister is that pretty either but to each their own I suppose! Still... a deal is a deal! I can give you info.. A better way to face destiny and the devil himself besides running into the jaws of death itself. On the way.. To Vallaki on the main road is an encampment. The Tser Encampment. A seer by the name Madam Eva.. She will be awaiting you 4.. and will tell of you're destiny it's that destiny that will guide you to what you seek. If you aren't afraid of Vistani magic like the local's I know we aren't Mordred's biggest fans~ Hehe~ Well.. Thank you all for you're help, that man.. Rudu had been a real pain."
OOC
I'm didn't write much to Salem here cause they are outside so i did that part in private part as it makes since narratively.
If you ever wanna talk to an NPC alone feel free to PM me of course! (Aroc and Rynn know me well on this aspect >3)
Here is Parpol ^^
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Daestra seems confused as the man is for some reason more scared of Ravna than the one coming up to intimidate him? Oh well.. Daestra walks over to Ravna and shrugs his shoulders “I don’t get that man, he seems rather scared of you for some reason but at least he paid I guess. I’m ready to be on my way whenever the rest of you are, it seems we’ve caused quite the stir in here.” As Daestra heads for the door to go outside for some air.
Lucian gives an awkward wave as Mordred and Mary exit the building, only to give a start when Mirabel comments on 'his lady friend' in reference to Ravna. Lady friend? She's not... oh... he's so stupid. Obviously Ravna is a lady. And he guessed she could be called his friend. Ugh... He shakes his head, then says nervously, "Oh... uh..." He trails off, stammering slightly. "Y...yeah... she can be." Ravna could be pretty frightening at times, with her ever intense eyes and... well, it doesn't help that she's taller than he is either. But, Lucian finds everyone scary at some point, and... well Ravna is also pretty nice most of the time. Still, he definitely wouldn't want to get on her bad side. So, he gives a vigorous nod before giving a sideways, unsure glance at Mirabel as she comments on Mordred's sister. He's... not really fond of the way she talks about other people like that, but... he can't expect everyone to be perfect. There are people he doesn't like to after all...
He perks up at the mention of help, only to shrink again at the mention of a seer... a Vistani seer at that. He's... not really sure if he wants that kind of help. The thought of talking to someone with powers to see the future ...his future... and wait, she'll be waiting for them? The four of them!? Oh stars its happening already... He really, really isn't comfortable with someone knowing about his future, but then again, could she know about his parents too? Maybe... maybe he could get more out of this than just help in the fight against the devil.
Maybe.
"Uh... thanks..." he says, realizing that he's standing there awkwardly. Plus she'd just spilled all this information to him, when he was the only one out of the three of them who didn't help with the drunk at all. He then turns his attention to Daestra as he inquires about why the man would be afraid of Ravna. Lucian doesn't really understand it either... well, ok, that's not true. He would be afraid of Ravna too if he thought she'd be mad at him for something... But, he does get why Daestra would be confused. After all, Ravna didn't do anything more than stand next to him. She didn't even need to speak to get the drunk blabbering and emptying his pockets.
Regardless, he stays quiet, waiting for Ravna's response. He's ready to go too, growing more and more uncomfortable in this setting--especially since Mordred and the other friendly guy left. But he doesn't want to say anything, letting his companions (specifically Ravna since she seems to know her way around the best) decide on their next move.
As the drunk shrinks away from her intense red gaze and scurries over to pay his tab, Ravna watches him with a satisfied smirk. She may be the black sheep of her family, unfit for the usual role undertaken by her kin, but sometimes her appearance does come in handy. She finds the man's comments more humorous than offensive. Banshee? That's the first time she's been called that. Hah. She continues to stare at the man until he leaves the inn. That man deserves to be intimidated.
Her red-eyed gaze turns to Daestra when he addresses her. "What? You don't think I'm scary?" She smirks leaning on her lance. Then she turns to Mirabel. Wow, this is a the most complements concerning her appearance she's had in a while. She'd almost forgotten that she actually is pretty.
Like Lucian, Ravna's not sure she likes the way this woman talks of Mordred and Ireena. After all, if she's anything like Mordred she has to at least be more than plain...but like she said, to each their own. Besides, it's not looks that matter, it's whats inside that does.
Ravna's red eyes flash with excitement at the word destiny. There is someone who can help show her the path to defeating Strahd? And she's waiting for them?! She gives Mirabel a quick bow, "Thank you for this information. I cannot speak for my companions, but I will be looking forward to meeting Madame Eva."
After the group is finished speaking with the Vistani, Ravna turns back to Lucian and Daestra. "Well, it seems our work here is done. Let us be on our way, Mordred did offer us free rooms after all." With that she hefts her lance over her shoulder, heads out the door and off towards the manor.
OOC
Still waiting on Kirai to post but just wanted to explain OOC (though you all probably already know) That for Rudu the fear of Ravna certainly came from that high Intimidation roll in the gamelog didn't want anyone to think I singled out Ravna randomly for no reason lol
Oh and they do certainly know the direction of the manor thanks to Mordred so no roles needed.
I should make a world anvil map sometime with some points on it for you guys. Actually I think I'll do it now
https://www.worldanvil.com/w/strahd-campaign-shieldhero-/map/4c4ba28e-19ec-41bf-bb9d-69215063e77a
Here it is.
All the places they can see right away in the entrance and heading towards Mordreds and if you see something that strikes your fancy let me know ^^
Lucian looks at every building on their way to the manor, looking at each with interest. However, he doesn't find any interesting enough to ask for a detour. For now he's content just following Ravna and Daestra to their destination.
As the group makes way through the dreary village they eventually come to the edge of town and at their destination.
Here lies a weary-looking mansion squats behind a rusting iron fence. The iron gates are twisted and torn. The right gate lies cast aside, while the left swings lazily in the wind. The stuttering squeal and clang of the gate repeats with mindless precision. Weeds choke the grounds and press with menace upon the house itself. Yet, against the walls, the growth has been tramped down to create a path all about the domain. Heavy claw markings have stripped the once-beautiful finish of the walls. Great black marks tell of the fires that have assailed the mansion. Not a pane nor a shard of glass stands in any window. All the windows are barred with planks, each one marked with stains of evil omen.
The gates appeared to be easy enough to pass through and one could investigate the manor's condition itself. The massive front doors remain closed. This is it.. The burgomeister's manor and where Mordred had told them to come.
Lucien eyes the manor warily... this... well, this isn't what he'd expected Mordred's home to look like. He looks to his companions, unsure of what to do. He stands quietly behind Ravna, glancing between her and Daestra and the manor. Should they knock on the door?
Ravna looks at the state of the manor with sad eyes. What is becoming of this town?
Without hesitation, she continues towards the once grand house and knocks on the door.