Noticing the disgust on his teammates face Bo chuckles "Look at this beautiful place!" Before approaching the man standing behind the bar, he tidies his hair and puts a warm smile on his face. Upon reaching the bar he says "Whats cookin good lookin? You must work really hard to keep this place clean. I read some good reviews on the old post yelp about this place. People were given this tavern 'five stars' for its 'one of a kind ale'. So how about you take one of those glasses you worked so hard to clean and fill'er up with one?" *winks at the man* CHA 19 He thinks to himself: I'll do anything for an ale, even hit on men.
The pudgy bar tender merely shrugs at the compliments and grabs a glass of wine. "All we have is wine." His voice dull and hollow, "It'll cost you 1 copper. If you want a pitcher it'll cost you a silver." After serving Bo he goes back to cleaning another glass completely ignoring Elias.
“Hey yourself.” A lady at the table said joyful not minding the new comer. She wore a red gown and had her hair tied back with a blue sash. She turns to him and finally takes a measure of the drow. “Oh and look at you! A dark elf in our lands! Isn’t that a sight Sorvia?” The lady in red looked to another woman in blue with a yellow sash tied around her hip.
Sorvia eyed him up and down. “Not much to look at if you ask me, but a customer is a customer! Welcome to our bar stranger! Spend the coin and you might get some wine!” Raising a glass and drinking deep the red liquid. “Take a seat traveler and tell us a tale or two.”
As Draycor approaches the man in the corner. It seems that the man is deep in thought but upon noticing Draycor instantly comes out of his thoughtfulness and puts on a warm cheer. “Hello friend! Come sit here, there is more than enough room. Of course if any of your friends wish to join me, they are more than welcome to it.” As Draycor pulls up a chair he takes in the man before him. A young man with chain mail under his leather, and a sword on his hip. “My name is Ismark Kolyanovich. Tell me how did you end up in our land?”
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PbP Character: Stribog Northson(Zendikar/Eberron) "Why chase them when a bolt of lightening goes so much faster"
PbP Character: Vilk Dusza (The Peak's of Winter's Hold)
Bowmes warm smile fades now knowing he will not be scoring free alcohol. "Damn, must have been the other 'Blood of the Vine tavern' I read about.... but alcohol is alcohol. I'll take three pitchers!" He pays his dues and begins to pour the liquid into his many flasks. He has one pitcher remaining and grabs a couple glasses from behind the bar. He then approaches Draycor and the strange man, places the glasses on the table, and says "hello new friend, would you like some of this wine?" *offers wine to the two sitting*
Desmond takes his seat " Ohhh thank you, your too kind milady" he pours himself a some wine . Desmond loves wine it is always the most elegant drink like tea. " So tell me about yourselves" he looks to Sorvia.
As Bowme tries to offer the man his drink, Ismark merely shakes his head, "No thank you. As you can see I have some of my own." As he shows you his full glass. "It's a shame really, all we have is wine. It was once the best in the land. But now all that's left is a few caste of barrels and then we have to wait for our next shipment to come in. Yet for whatever reason we have yet to see our caravan in the last month." He begins to think of what that means, then shakes his head. "Still what brings you to our part of the world?" He looks to Bowme and then to Draycor.
Sorvia shugs, "Not much to tell really, we own this bar and make sure folk pay their tabs. Most of the time we live out with our caravan. Yet we come here most nights."She takes a sip of her wine. "What about you and yours? What brings a Dark elf to our weary lands?" At this the other two ladies begin to laugh, "Maybe they are here to visit Madam Eva! She did say that she was expecting some unususal travelers!" At this all three of them had a laugh. After a bit Sorvia began to control herself, "You must forgive my sisters. We usually don't drink this much. This is Alenka and Mirabel. We are Vistani from the Tser Pool Encampment, west of here."
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PbP Character: Vilk Dusza (The Peak's of Winter's Hold)
" What you don't see many Dark Elves here?" but Desmond changed the subject " But anyways who is this Madam Eva and what does she do?" Desmond may guess that she might be a fortune teller. Last time he meet with a fortune teller, she said that ' whaaaa whaaaa Desmond you will be visited by ghosts of dead hamsters' which was probably the stranges person he has ever meet, but he has heard rumors that fortune teller always says that the person will be visited by dead hamsters and yet no one has been visited by these dead hamsters.
As the night drags on, Beautiful spends several minutes outside with the direwolf keeping and eye outside and seeing what is or is not going on in this town.
After what feels like an eternity, Beautiful stealthfully enterers the bar in an attempt to make sure his friends are still safe. Just as quickly and quietly he entered Beautiful ducks back outside. Remembering his promise he made to his brother; Beautiful would refrain from remaining in establishments such as these. It's all too easy to pick a fight in a bar. "And no one can keep up with my drinking, so they all are at a disadvantage." This is no way to properly fight. He muttered to himself.
He wants to be able to hear a little bit of what is going on in case of a problem, so Beautiful leaves the bar door ajar as he resumes his watch outside (perception roll).
"We appeared in this land without explanation. Whisked here in our sleep while we were camped one night. Have you ever heard of something like this happening? This is certainly a strange land. I can feel a dark presence looming. Ismark, any information you can give us would be helpful."
Bo poors the glass of wine he was offering into his glass and says "Fine, more for me then are you saying theres a lost shipment of wine? So sad." and begins to sip it as he nods along with Draycors explanation. He adds to the end "It seems as though you all have lost your will to live. What has happened here and how can we help?" He thinks to himself; I know where they should start, every town needs a proper place to get ale... Wine is for middle aged women.... *Giggle giggle*
Ismark sat silent for a moment. "I wish I could say that you are the first but many strangers come but they either perish or disappear." He then looked at each of companions in turn, "It is well known that the Devil Strahd has domain in this land. He controls all from the wolves that roam the land to the very mist at the edge of this land. None can leave this place." He drained his goblet and filled it again. "Some say he is the same Strahd von Zarovich from many years ago who has survived on the blood of the living. Although only the Morninglord knows for sure what he is." He eyed his drink before putting it back on the table. "Still you seem like decent folk and I am in dire need of some help. Is there anyway I could have you all help me in protecting my sister Ireena?"
Mirabel takes a moment to stop giggling, "Madam Eva is our fortune teller she is usually right about prophecies and the like. Although I wonder if her powers would extend to someone of your....complication." Taking a moment too eye him up and down. "Still I think you all ought to try and have your fortunes read." reaching for her glass she added, "You never know what useful information the future holds."
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PbP Character: Stribog Northson(Zendikar/Eberron) "Why chase them when a bolt of lightening goes so much faster"
PbP Character: Vilk Dusza (The Peak's of Winter's Hold)
Desmond was interested " So by any chance did this Madam Eva tell you that you were going to meet a Drow in your future" If that is true then Desmond is going to go their right now if that is the case but he still doesn't know most people he knows are qacks but Desmond the way they are talking about her is interesting.
Draycor took a second to digest this new information.
"Where can I find this Morninglord so that I may ask him about Strahd?," he asked, "also, what danger seeks to harm your sister that she would need our protection?"
Upon being ignored by the barkeep, Elias had moved over to take a seat by Draycor and the stranger named Ismark. Ismark took notice of Elias as he sat down, but did not say anything perceiving Elias to be one of Draycor's companions. Elias listened intently to what the man had to say. Ismark's small show of trust rekindled Elias hope, at least one of these people had enough left in them to fight. Elias believed they should of course aid this man in protecting his sister, it would only further their cause in showing the townsfolk they were here to help. Ismark probably also knew more about the situation here than he was letting on. Elias was willing to bet that head straight for strahad himself or herself or itself, whatever the case, would be impossible; his companions should first look to find a lieutenant to eliminate or possibly capture and question. If Ismark had information on such a person it might be best to propose a trade, aid him in protecting his sister in trade for a name.
Or maybe to propose such thing might seem rude, better to give the aid and then ask for the information when the man owed them. "We would of course be willing to help aid you in keeping your sister from harm, by whatever source it may come." He added to Draycor's question.
Ismark looked relieved. "Thank you friend! It has been to long since we have seen any such kindness from strangers. Hope is in short supply these days, to many times have we seen heroes come through only to be cut down in front of us." He took a moment to collect himself. "I'm sorry friend Draycor, the Morninglord is not a person, he is one of the local gods we pray to, but we he has turned a blind eye to our needs." He then pours more wine for the group and begins to tell them about his sister. "Ireena must be taken to Vallaki, on the other other side of Barovia. It will be dangerous with the agents of Strahd about, but I believe once we get her to Vallaki we will be find sanctuary."
The 3 girls laughed trying to catch there breath. It was quite clear that the the wine had gone to their heads. "Aye your a funny one, you are. I wonder if all Drow are just as funny as you." The girls continued to laugh while Sorvia took hold of herself, "Madam Eva does not work like that, but then you'd have to ask her yourself. We will be leaving for Tser's Waterfall on the morrow if your group wants to come with us."
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PbP Character: Stribog Northson(Zendikar/Eberron) "Why chase them when a bolt of lightening goes so much faster"
PbP Character: Vilk Dusza (The Peak's of Winter's Hold)
Desmond smiled " No, I am possible the only funny one in the Drow or they are probably are some Drow that is as funny as me but not as good looking." Desmond has meet some friends that were has funny has he is but not as charming as Desmond. " Sure I can try to get my group to come with you guys maybe it might be fun." He smiled at the thought of being with ladies.
"We can surely help your sister," Draycor said confidently, "no harm will come to her under our watch. When and where can we meet that we may escort her to her destination?"
Ismark drains his glass, "Right! then we shall go to my family's mansion and their we can discuss our plans." With that he stands, the group standing with him and leads them out the door to where Beautiful is standing guard. Ismark continues past thanking him for holding the door. He led the group to the southern most part of the town, past the house with the crying of a woman. As the adventures walk through the streets the feeling of others watching weighs heavy on their minds. Yet you press on, following the young lord to his mansion.
After a short time of walking you see the mansion in the southern most part of the village, and the sight that greets you is one of dismay. The mansion itself is not lit by any light for the windows all are boarded with dark stains of burns telling you that fire has licked at these walls. The walls themselves are covered with slashes of what could have been claw marks, leaving the once proud walls look withered and weakened. Even the grounds are covered with weeds with an iron gate which holds no protection. One gate was twisted while the other half hangs lazily sqeeking to and fro as the breeze moves it. As you cross the grounds to the large doors you can see marks in the ground such as paw prints or footprints. Soon you all stand at the mansion door.
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PbP Character: Vilk Dusza (The Peak's of Winter's Hold)
Desmond looks at the mansion up and down he seen lots of mansions but this one is no different from the Underdark. " ohhh great another dark and spooky mansion think the stuff would float, like the chairs?" Desmond laughed trust me "I seen it happen before".
Noticing the disgust on his teammates face Bo chuckles "Look at this beautiful place!" Before approaching the man standing behind the bar, he tidies his hair and puts a warm smile on his face. Upon reaching the bar he says "Whats cookin good lookin? You must work really hard to keep this place clean. I read some good reviews on the old post yelp about this place. People were given this tavern 'five stars' for its 'one of a kind ale'. So how about you take one of those glasses you worked so hard to clean and fill'er up with one?" *winks at the man* CHA 19 He thinks to himself: I'll do anything for an ale, even hit on men.
The pudgy bar tender merely shrugs at the compliments and grabs a glass of wine. "All we have is wine." His voice dull and hollow, "It'll cost you 1 copper. If you want a pitcher it'll cost you a silver." After serving Bo he goes back to cleaning another glass completely ignoring Elias.
“Hey yourself.” A lady at the table said joyful not minding the new comer. She wore a red gown and had her hair tied back with a blue sash. She turns to him and finally takes a measure of the drow. “Oh and look at you! A dark elf in our lands! Isn’t that a sight Sorvia?” The lady in red looked to another woman in blue with a yellow sash tied around her hip.
Sorvia eyed him up and down. “Not much to look at if you ask me, but a customer is a customer! Welcome to our bar stranger! Spend the coin and you might get some wine!” Raising a glass and drinking deep the red liquid. “Take a seat traveler and tell us a tale or two.”
As Draycor approaches the man in the corner. It seems that the man is deep in thought but upon noticing Draycor instantly comes out of his thoughtfulness and puts on a warm cheer. “Hello friend! Come sit here, there is more than enough room. Of course if any of your friends wish to join me, they are more than welcome to it.” As Draycor pulls up a chair he takes in the man before him. A young man with chain mail under his leather, and a sword on his hip. “My name is Ismark Kolyanovich. Tell me how did you end up in our land?”
Bowmes warm smile fades now knowing he will not be scoring free alcohol. "Damn, must have been the other 'Blood of the Vine tavern' I read about.... but alcohol is alcohol. I'll take three pitchers!" He pays his dues and begins to pour the liquid into his many flasks. He has one pitcher remaining and grabs a couple glasses from behind the bar. He then approaches Draycor and the strange man, places the glasses on the table, and says "hello new friend, would you like some of this wine?" *offers wine to the two sitting*
Desmond takes his seat " Ohhh thank you, your too kind milady" he pours himself a some wine . Desmond loves wine it is always the most elegant drink like tea. " So tell me about yourselves" he looks to Sorvia.
As Bowme tries to offer the man his drink, Ismark merely shakes his head, "No thank you. As you can see I have some of my own." As he shows you his full glass. "It's a shame really, all we have is wine. It was once the best in the land. But now all that's left is a few caste of barrels and then we have to wait for our next shipment to come in. Yet for whatever reason we have yet to see our caravan in the last month." He begins to think of what that means, then shakes his head. "Still what brings you to our part of the world?" He looks to Bowme and then to Draycor.
Sorvia shugs, "Not much to tell really, we own this bar and make sure folk pay their tabs. Most of the time we live out with our caravan. Yet we come here most nights." She takes a sip of her wine. "What about you and yours? What brings a Dark elf to our weary lands?" At this the other two ladies begin to laugh, "Maybe they are here to visit Madam Eva! She did say that she was expecting some unususal travelers!" At this all three of them had a laugh. After a bit Sorvia began to control herself, "You must forgive my sisters. We usually don't drink this much. This is Alenka and Mirabel. We are Vistani from the Tser Pool Encampment, west of here."
" What you don't see many Dark Elves here?" but Desmond changed the subject " But anyways who is this Madam Eva and what does she do?" Desmond may guess that she might be a fortune teller. Last time he meet with a fortune teller, she said that ' whaaaa whaaaa Desmond you will be visited by ghosts of dead hamsters' which was probably the stranges person he has ever meet, but he has heard rumors that fortune teller always says that the person will be visited by dead hamsters and yet no one has been visited by these dead hamsters.
As the night drags on, Beautiful spends several minutes outside with the direwolf keeping and eye outside and seeing what is or is not going on in this town.
After what feels like an eternity, Beautiful stealthfully enterers the bar in an attempt to make sure his friends are still safe. Just as quickly and quietly he entered Beautiful ducks back outside. Remembering his promise he made to his brother; Beautiful would refrain from remaining in establishments such as these. It's all too easy to pick a fight in a bar. "And no one can keep up with my drinking, so they all are at a disadvantage." This is no way to properly fight. He muttered to himself.
He wants to be able to hear a little bit of what is going on in case of a problem, so Beautiful leaves the bar door ajar as he resumes his watch outside (perception roll).
Draycor to Ismark:
"We appeared in this land without explanation. Whisked here in our sleep while we were camped one night. Have you ever heard of something like this happening? This is certainly a strange land. I can feel a dark presence looming. Ismark, any information you can give us would be helpful."
Bo poors the glass of wine he was offering into his glass and says "Fine, more for me then are you saying theres a lost shipment of wine? So sad." and begins to sip it as he nods along with Draycors explanation. He adds to the end "It seems as though you all have lost your will to live. What has happened here and how can we help?" He thinks to himself; I know where they should start, every town needs a proper place to get ale... Wine is for middle aged women.... *Giggle giggle*
Ismark sat silent for a moment. "I wish I could say that you are the first but many strangers come but they either perish or disappear." He then looked at each of companions in turn, "It is well known that the Devil Strahd has domain in this land. He controls all from the wolves that roam the land to the very mist at the edge of this land. None can leave this place." He drained his goblet and filled it again. "Some say he is the same Strahd von Zarovich from many years ago who has survived on the blood of the living. Although only the Morninglord knows for sure what he is." He eyed his drink before putting it back on the table. "Still you seem like decent folk and I am in dire need of some help. Is there anyway I could have you all help me in protecting my sister Ireena?"
Mirabel takes a moment to stop giggling, "Madam Eva is our fortune teller she is usually right about prophecies and the like. Although I wonder if her powers would extend to someone of your....complication." Taking a moment too eye him up and down. "Still I think you all ought to try and have your fortunes read." reaching for her glass she added, "You never know what useful information the future holds."
Desmond was interested " So by any chance did this Madam Eva tell you that you were going to meet a Drow in your future" If that is true then Desmond is going to go their right now if that is the case but he still doesn't know most people he knows are qacks but Desmond the way they are talking about her is interesting.
Draycor took a second to digest this new information.
"Where can I find this Morninglord so that I may ask him about Strahd?," he asked, "also, what danger seeks to harm your sister that she would need our protection?"
Upon being ignored by the barkeep, Elias had moved over to take a seat by Draycor and the stranger named Ismark. Ismark took notice of Elias as he sat down, but did not say anything perceiving Elias to be one of Draycor's companions. Elias listened intently to what the man had to say. Ismark's small show of trust rekindled Elias hope, at least one of these people had enough left in them to fight. Elias believed they should of course aid this man in protecting his sister, it would only further their cause in showing the townsfolk they were here to help. Ismark probably also knew more about the situation here than he was letting on. Elias was willing to bet that head straight for strahad himself or herself or itself, whatever the case, would be impossible; his companions should first look to find a lieutenant to eliminate or possibly capture and question. If Ismark had information on such a person it might be best to propose a trade, aid him in protecting his sister in trade for a name.
Or maybe to propose such thing might seem rude, better to give the aid and then ask for the information when the man owed them. "We would of course be willing to help aid you in keeping your sister from harm, by whatever source it may come." He added to Draycor's question.
Ismark looked relieved. "Thank you friend! It has been to long since we have seen any such kindness from strangers. Hope is in short supply these days, to many times have we seen heroes come through only to be cut down in front of us." He took a moment to collect himself. "I'm sorry friend Draycor, the Morninglord is not a person, he is one of the local gods we pray to, but we he has turned a blind eye to our needs." He then pours more wine for the group and begins to tell them about his sister. "Ireena must be taken to Vallaki, on the other other side of Barovia. It will be dangerous with the agents of Strahd about, but I believe once we get her to Vallaki we will be find sanctuary."
The 3 girls laughed trying to catch there breath. It was quite clear that the the wine had gone to their heads. "Aye your a funny one, you are. I wonder if all Drow are just as funny as you." The girls continued to laugh while Sorvia took hold of herself, "Madam Eva does not work like that, but then you'd have to ask her yourself. We will be leaving for Tser's Waterfall on the morrow if your group wants to come with us."
Desmond smiled " No, I am possible the only funny one in the Drow or they are probably are some Drow that is as funny as me but not as good looking." Desmond has meet some friends that were has funny has he is but not as charming as Desmond. " Sure I can try to get my group to come with you guys maybe it might be fun." He smiled at the thought of being with ladies.
"We can surely help your sister," Draycor said confidently, "no harm will come to her under our watch. When and where can we meet that we may escort her to her destination?"
As the minutes pass by, Beautiful is getting antsy. "It is quieter than ever." His fingers are itching the handle of his blade.
"My friends better get what they need in there"- he growled to himself.
The eerie silence is wearing Beautiful's patience thin.
Ismark drains his glass, "Right! then we shall go to my family's mansion and their we can discuss our plans." With that he stands, the group standing with him and leads them out the door to where Beautiful is standing guard. Ismark continues past thanking him for holding the door. He led the group to the southern most part of the town, past the house with the crying of a woman. As the adventures walk through the streets the feeling of others watching weighs heavy on their minds. Yet you press on, following the young lord to his mansion.
After a short time of walking you see the mansion in the southern most part of the village, and the sight that greets you is one of dismay. The mansion itself is not lit by any light for the windows all are boarded with dark stains of burns telling you that fire has licked at these walls. The walls themselves are covered with slashes of what could have been claw marks, leaving the once proud walls look withered and weakened. Even the grounds are covered with weeds with an iron gate which holds no protection. One gate was twisted while the other half hangs lazily sqeeking to and fro as the breeze moves it. As you cross the grounds to the large doors you can see marks in the ground such as paw prints or footprints. Soon you all stand at the mansion door.
Desmond looks at the mansion up and down he seen lots of mansions but this one is no different from the Underdark. " ohhh great another dark and spooky mansion think the stuff would float, like the chairs?" Desmond laughed trust me "I seen it happen before".
I cast Detect good and evil on the house. What do I notice?