Euron's about to say something again when greame gets angry. Instead of talking, Euron watches the scene between Graeme and Ismark closely.
Shaking his head and more to himself he says "I know why I prefer to work alone", but for now he won't attack. With one hand on one of his shortsword he remains alarmed, but does not try to soften the situation.
He looks at the excited Johnny who seems to be overwhelmed with the situation and tries to make him clear with gestures to calm down and not interfere. This is now something between Graeme and Ismark
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LmOP, OotA and CoS as DM ---- SKT: Diero Merivaldi (Variant Human Arcane Trickster - lvl6) ---- ToA: Erevan (Drow Half-Elf Hexblade - lvl2)
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Into the Mists - CoS: Euron Dread (Glasya Tiefling Hunter - lvl1) --- The Labyrinth of the Goblin King: Grigor Marsk (Human War Wizard - lvl3)
At hearing the sound of Ismarks blade scraping the scabbard, Graeme stops his approach to the bar and turns slowly back toward Ismark.
”Oh dear... he’s gone and drawn a blade.” Graeme says softly.
Graeme walks back to the table. “You may care for ya sister, but right now yer defending yer pride.” He places both hands on the table across from Ismark. “You’re quick to the sword, but what wae happen to yer sister if I left you here in pieces, lad? Nuthin a‘tall good I’d imagine- especially if this “Strahd” bastard is half the beast ya say.”
Graeme sits back down and leans over the table, his voice lowering.
”Ma point is this, you need to start thinking fer two. Yer sisters life may depend on it.” Glancing down at the sword, Graeme looks slowly back up at Ismark...
Ismark withdraws his weapon and returns it home curtly. His blood cooling, he states, "I shall not falter, not while Ireena is in danger. I have studied the way of the blade, and I seek not pity or unwise danger. The strong survive, and my family makes me so." Ismark takes his seat and takes a deep breath.
A scrawny lad, but a child really, stops off with meals for the table. He exits quickly and returns with a tray of filled wine glasses for all. Ismark waves his arms out graciously, "Please, eat and drink as much as you'd like. The Hooded One over yonder seemed to join the cause. What might peak your interest then?"
Uncaring about the tension in the room, Dartis' eyes widen at the sight of thr meals.
"Ah, if you'll excuse me..." Dartis goes straight into the food in a wild frenzy, slows down yo a halt, "and thanks for the meal." And continues eating.
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Graeme looks around the room to see if anyone aside from the immediate group had an intent interest in the confrontation that just occurred.
Perception: 11
Graeme shoots a quick wink over to Johnny who had been looking quite disturbed at the situation, then plops back in a chair at the table. “Good man! Good man.” Looking off into the distance he repeats somewhat sorrowfully “Aye, the strong survive indeed. Aye.”
"you've met him..." Rumble says out loud. "And you're confident in how you handle yourself... This begs the question- why haven't YOU run him through? What's so special about him?" He says, with a curious pur he can't seem to contain fully.
Dartis: The pork looks alright, and it tastes well enough. As you ravage your food, Ismark laughs and appears glad you're eating. "But of course, master... How may I address you, little one?"
Graeme: Taking a second to look around, there weren't very many people here, and one of the ladies is gone. The other two are still seated and don't appear to be concerned. The bartender is also present, still cleaning his glasses.
Rumble: Ismark's face darkens at your words. "I have seen him, but I know that I could only prove as a trite distraction if the monster was serious. I may know how to handle a blade, but a vampire isn't so easy to defeat. I don't know much about any weaknesses, but it's said that running water is akin to acid." Running his right hand through his blonde hair, he adds "Sunlight, if the Morninglord still shone his grace upon this land, would be fatal. Be weary, as Strahd has many agents in this land; animals and people alike."
"Tealeaf, Dartis Tealeaf--" his ears perk up at the mention of vampires, "Vampires?"He stops eating and his mind races back to a recent memory of his raven-haired opponent... no. Couldn't be. Right?
"I'm not so sure about how helpful I can be with this saving-type business... but you've caught my attention. I'd like to do some research deeper into this subject..." then towards the group "I'll defer to the expertise of the rest of you. I'm a researcher by nature but I can handle an axe... and I've got to get tougher before i get to return home."
Seeing Dartis speak up Allen does too "...Well if we are going to do this... My name is Allen.. Allen Bishop. I've recently discovered this..power and I come from a long line of warlocks sworn to preserve the balance of life and death. I guess we all got a reason to do this..."
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Ismark lights up at mention of the wolf. "If'n you be seeing his wolves, keep your eyes peeled for danger."
Ismark looks earnestly on at the halfling, "Master Tealeaf, then. I'd appreciate any help we can get. A learned mind is a powerful thing, and it would be a terrible thing to waste."
He nods toward Allen. "Sir Allen Bishop. Surely as those ancient tombs told, powerful strangers enter this land. You must be destined to be here." His demeanor leans towards fanatic. It's clearly evident he sees wonder as the lot before him.
Once everyone seems to have had their fill, be they eating or drinking, Ismark plops some coin on the table. "For those rather reserved,"he winks, "I'll grow on you." Waiving a hand to the door, he adds, "Shall we pay a visit to the burgomaster's mansion then?"
Dartis, if you'd like to see what you can recall, please make an Intelligence check to recall details about Kako.
The assorted group exits the weary tavern and returns to the hazy mist. Ever present, slight foggy swirls welcome you back into their midst. Walking down the street, there still isn't another soul to be seen. Soon enough, the group comes upon the site. A weary-looking mansion squats behind a rusting iron fence.
The old iron gates are bent out of shape, twisted, and torn in places. The right gate lies cast aside, while the left swings lazily in a light breeze. The stuttering squeal and clang of the gate repeats with mindless procession. 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. Heavy claw markings have stripped the once-beautiful finish of the walls. Great black marks tell of the fires that have assailed the mansion. All windows are free of glass but have been barred up with wood. Each plank marked with stains of an evil omen.
Ismark waves out, "I present, the mansion. I... did mention we were in need of aid."
Dartis, your belly full, you close your eyes and picture the raven-haired fighter. He didn't seem to have anything vampiric about him, that you could tell. However, you seem to recall bright colors, to the point of gaudy. Funnily enough, Merno, your friendly neighborhood organ harvester, also was dressed rather garish. A chill runs up your spine, and you feel like something is just out of your sight.
Graeme: You walk up and look in more detail at the gates, and it appears that a tremendous amount of force caused the damage. Deep gouges shredded the metal. Where it isn't torn, the metal is bent.
Euron: Joining Graeme for closer inspection, it's evident that this was the work of multiple creature's. All must have sharp claws and evidently work together as you judge the varying scratch thicknesses. What really is the tell tale becomes clear as you begin to check around the gate's base - wolves. There were a number of wolves here at the same time, and it appears they went all about the outside of the mansion. Touching the gates has left a layer of soot covers your fingers. Rubbing it together, it's also recent.
As to answer all questions about the mansion, Ismark opens his arms wide in a dramatic fashion."I think you misunderstand. I asked for help because I fear I cannot protect Ireena alone. This here, this is the Burgomaster's Mansion." Crossing his arms and looking sullen, he adds, "There's more to tell, so if you're still willing, let us continue into my father's residence."
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"Shit, shit, shit," Johnny whispers, his eyes darting between Ismark and Graeme.
Euron's about to say something again when greame gets angry. Instead of talking, Euron watches the scene between Graeme and Ismark closely.
Shaking his head and more to himself he says "I know why I prefer to work alone", but for now he won't attack. With one hand on one of his shortsword he remains alarmed, but does not try to soften the situation.
He looks at the excited Johnny who seems to be overwhelmed with the situation and tries to make him clear with gestures to calm down and not interfere. This is now something between Graeme and Ismark
--- Regular ---
LmOP, OotA and CoS as DM ---- SKT: Diero Merivaldi (Variant Human Arcane Trickster - lvl6) ---- ToA: Erevan (Drow Half-Elf Hexblade - lvl2)
--- PbP ---
Into the Mists - CoS: Euron Dread (Glasya Tiefling Hunter - lvl1) --- The Labyrinth of the Goblin King: Grigor Marsk (Human War Wizard - lvl3)
At hearing the sound of Ismarks blade scraping the scabbard, Graeme stops his approach to the bar and turns slowly back toward Ismark.
”Oh dear... he’s gone and drawn a blade.” Graeme says softly.
Graeme walks back to the table. “You may care for ya sister, but right now yer defending yer pride.” He places both hands on the table across from Ismark. “You’re quick to the sword, but what wae happen to yer sister if I left you here in pieces, lad? Nuthin a‘tall good I’d imagine- especially if this “Strahd” bastard is half the beast ya say.”
Graeme sits back down and leans over the table, his voice lowering.
”Ma point is this, you need to start thinking fer two. Yer sisters life may depend on it.” Glancing down at the sword, Graeme looks slowly back up at Ismark...
”So... wha’s It gooin’ ta be, lad?”
Ismark withdraws his weapon and returns it home curtly. His blood cooling, he states, "I shall not falter, not while Ireena is in danger. I have studied the way of the blade, and I seek not pity or unwise danger. The strong survive, and my family makes me so." Ismark takes his seat and takes a deep breath.
A scrawny lad, but a child really, stops off with meals for the table. He exits quickly and returns with a tray of filled wine glasses for all. Ismark waves his arms out graciously, "Please, eat and drink as much as you'd like. The Hooded One over yonder seemed to join the cause. What might peak your interest then?"
The man which you nearly avoided a confrontation.
Uncaring about the tension in the room, Dartis' eyes widen at the sight of thr meals.
"Ah, if you'll excuse me..." Dartis goes straight into the food in a wild frenzy, slows down yo a halt, "and thanks for the meal." And continues eating.
Graeme looks around the room to see if anyone aside from the immediate group had an intent interest in the confrontation that just occurred.
Perception: 11
Graeme shoots a quick wink over to Johnny who had been looking quite disturbed at the situation, then plops back in a chair at the table. “Good man! Good man.” Looking off into the distance he repeats somewhat sorrowfully “Aye, the strong survive indeed. Aye.”
"you've met him..." Rumble says out loud. "And you're confident in how you handle yourself... This begs the question- why haven't YOU run him through? What's so special about him?" He says, with a curious pur he can't seem to contain fully.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Dartis:
The pork looks alright, and it tastes well enough. As you ravage your food, Ismark laughs and appears glad you're eating. "But of course, master... How may I address you, little one?"
Graeme:
Taking a second to look around, there weren't very many people here, and one of the ladies is gone. The other two are still seated and don't appear to be concerned. The bartender is also present, still cleaning his glasses.
Rumble:
Ismark's face darkens at your words. "I have seen him, but I know that I could only prove as a trite distraction if the monster was serious. I may know how to handle a blade, but a vampire isn't so easy to defeat. I don't know much about any weaknesses, but it's said that running water is akin to acid." Running his right hand through his blonde hair, he adds "Sunlight, if the Morninglord still shone his grace upon this land, would be fatal. Be weary, as Strahd has many agents in this land; animals and people alike."
"so he IS a vampire.." he says, quietly.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
“Perhaps that was one o’ his pups we ran into earlier.” Graeme says, gesturing with his fork as he continued to chew.
"vampires are usually... Quite rich.."
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
"Tealeaf, Dartis Tealeaf--" his ears perk up at the mention of vampires, "Vampires?" He stops eating and his mind races back to a recent memory of his raven-haired opponent... no. Couldn't be. Right?
"I'm not so sure about how helpful I can be with this saving-type business... but you've caught my attention. I'd like to do some research deeper into this subject..." then towards the group "I'll defer to the expertise of the rest of you. I'm a researcher by nature but I can handle an axe... and I've got to get tougher before i get to return home."
Seeing Dartis speak up Allen does too "...Well if we are going to do this... My name is Allen.. Allen Bishop. I've recently discovered this..power and I come from a long line of warlocks sworn to preserve the balance of life and death. I guess we all got a reason to do this..."
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiAIsmark lights up at mention of the wolf. "If'n you be seeing his wolves, keep your eyes peeled for danger."
Ismark looks earnestly on at the halfling, "Master Tealeaf, then. I'd appreciate any help we can get. A learned mind is a powerful thing, and it would be a terrible thing to waste."
He nods toward Allen. "Sir Allen Bishop. Surely as those ancient tombs told, powerful strangers enter this land. You must be destined to be here." His demeanor leans towards fanatic. It's clearly evident he sees wonder as the lot before him.
Once everyone seems to have had their fill, be they eating or drinking, Ismark plops some coin on the table. "For those rather reserved," he winks, "I'll grow on you." Waiving a hand to the door, he adds, "Shall we pay a visit to the burgomaster's mansion then?"
Dartis, if you'd like to see what you can recall, please make an Intelligence check to recall details about Kako.
The assorted group exits the weary tavern and returns to the hazy mist. Ever present, slight foggy swirls welcome you back into their midst. Walking down the street, there still isn't another soul to be seen. Soon enough, the group comes upon the site. A weary-looking mansion squats behind a rusting iron fence.
The old iron gates are bent out of shape, twisted, and torn in places. The right gate lies cast aside, while the left swings lazily in a light breeze. The stuttering squeal and clang of the gate repeats with mindless procession. 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. Heavy claw markings have stripped the once-beautiful finish of the walls. Great black marks tell of the fires that have assailed the mansion. All windows are free of glass but have been barred up with wood. Each plank marked with stains of an evil omen.
Ismark waves out, "I present, the mansion. I... did mention we were in need of aid."
Straight intelligence roll for details of Kako, who Dartis is mildly suspicious of: 16
Dartis, your belly full, you close your eyes and picture the raven-haired fighter. He didn't seem to have anything vampiric about him, that you could tell. However, you seem to recall bright colors, to the point of gaudy. Funnily enough, Merno, your friendly neighborhood organ harvester, also was dressed rather garish. A chill runs up your spine, and you feel like something is just out of your sight.
Graeme walks up to the gates and examines them. Perception: 9
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"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Euron's looking at the dilapidated building. "Was this building attacked recently? Or where do the claw marks and burn marks come from?"
Euron would like to have a look at the claw marks and determine what kind of creature has done this. (Nature15)
--- Regular ---
LmOP, OotA and CoS as DM ---- SKT: Diero Merivaldi (Variant Human Arcane Trickster - lvl6) ---- ToA: Erevan (Drow Half-Elf Hexblade - lvl2)
--- PbP ---
Into the Mists - CoS: Euron Dread (Glasya Tiefling Hunter - lvl1) --- The Labyrinth of the Goblin King: Grigor Marsk (Human War Wizard - lvl3)
Graeme: You walk up and look in more detail at the gates, and it appears that a tremendous amount of force caused the damage. Deep gouges shredded the metal. Where it isn't torn, the metal is bent.
Euron: Joining Graeme for closer inspection, it's evident that this was the work of multiple creature's. All must have sharp claws and evidently work together as you judge the varying scratch thicknesses. What really is the tell tale becomes clear as you begin to check around the gate's base - wolves. There were a number of wolves here at the same time, and it appears they went all about the outside of the mansion. Touching the gates has left a layer of soot covers your fingers. Rubbing it together, it's also recent.
As to answer all questions about the mansion, Ismark opens his arms wide in a dramatic fashion. "I think you misunderstand. I asked for help because I fear I cannot protect Ireena alone. This here, this is the Burgomaster's Mansion." Crossing his arms and looking sullen, he adds, "There's more to tell, so if you're still willing, let us continue into my father's residence."