I've traveled quite a bit, but never heard of Vallaki or Barova. Where is that?
Roma pulls a stained white pipe molded in the shape of a wolves head from inside his jacket pocket, turns it upside down, and bangs on it gently to knock any old residue out. He opens the weed parcel from the halfling and takes enough out to pack his bowl full, before passing it off to his man. Roma then pulls out a match and lights his pipe with it. He sucks on the end for a moment to get it going, then blows out a small smoke ring, and lets out a long sigh, "Vallaki... and Barovia are a long way from here my dear.. they are not even on this continent... it's no wonder you haven't heard of them. Vallaki is one of a few towns in Barovia.. which is nestled in the Balinok mountains. The terrain there is densely wooded and the climate is one of frigid winters... which is why I enjoy even the harvest nights here in Daggerford."
You have traveled far. I must say, your description of your home does not sound too inviting. Cloudy, cold and drab. Good thing you aren't a travel organizer.
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"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
Still enjoying the brandy and the food, Fintan feels the warmth spread through her and casts [Tooltip Not Found] on her inner flame. The deep purple of the drink spreads through her. Drowning her hair an eyes in the same colour. "I'll take a pipe and some weed," she says, cutting into the conversation. She takes out her coin pouch to offer 6sp to the halfling before he leaves. "Why not, right? It's a party." She hiccoughs.
Ersatz watches warily and then flies off to find a good vantage point to watch the festivities.
"Oh, ho.. thank ya very much!" the little halfing says with a smile (which is obviously missing a couple of teeth) as he hands you your goods. "Anyone else, or will that be it?" He asks hopefully.
Raxin's minion will hand him 5sp and a mug of ale, talking a pipe and sack of weed.
Still enjoying the brandy and the food, Fintan feels the warmth spread through her and casts [Tooltip Not Found] on her inner flame. The deep purple of the drink spreads through her. Drowning her hair an eyes in the same colour. "I'll take a pipe and some weed," she says, cutting into the conversation. She takes out her coin pouch to offer 6sp to the halfling before he leaves. "Why not, right? It's a party." She hiccoughs.
Ersatz watches warily and then flies off to find a good vantage point to watch the festivities.
"Oh, ho.. thank ya very much!" the little halfing says with a smile (which is obviously missing a couple of teeth) as he hands you your goods. "Anyone else, or will that be it?" He asks hopefully.
Raxin's minion will hand him 5sp and a mug of ale, talking a pipe and sack of weed.
Now beaming, the halfling exclaims, "Thank ye sir!"
You have traveled far. I must say, your description of your home does not sound too inviting. Cloudy, cold and drab. Good thing you aren't a travel organizer.
"Haha, cold and drab indeed... But, there is beauty there as well... Does anyone need a light?" Roma asks as he sets his matches on the table.
"I don't smoke, but I greatly appreciate your offer, sir," Tamsyn says, smiling at the halfling. Turning back to Roma she nods. "My mother's family tends to prefer cold, dark places that rarely see the sun. There's a different kind of beauty in those places."
"Got my own," Fintan says, sticking her thumb in her pipe and slowly warming it up until the weed starts to smoke.
You gently warm the pipeweed until it starts to smolder in your pipe. You inhale the smoke and it tastes malty and burnt with a peppery after bite. As you inhale a second time you start to feel light headed and dizzy.... Roll 1d6 please.
"I don't smoke, but I greatly appreciate your offer, sir," Tamsyn says, smiling at the halfling. Turning back to Roma she nods. "My mother's family tends to prefer cold, dark places that rarely see the sun. There's a different kind of beauty in those places."
”Suit yourself... But, this is very good stuff our halfling Friend has sold us...” Roma says as his eyes grow dark and wide and start to sparkle.
Gesturing to the lingering halfling, “You don’t usually sell this out in the open, now do you?” Roma says with a chuckle, ”No, tonight’s a special night... a night for merriment and fearing. Perhaps a little gluttony and sloth?”
“Tell me Tamsyn... Did I say that right? Would you like to see my home?” Roma says as he pulls a small carved wooden cube from his jacket pocket.
"Got my own," Fintan says, sticking her thumb in her pipe and slowly warming it up until the weed starts to smoke.
You gently warm the pipeweed until it starts to smolder in your pipe. You inhale the smoke and it tastes malty and burnt with a peppery after bite. As you inhale a second time you start to feel light headed and dizzy.... Roll 1d6 please.
"Got my own," Fintan says, sticking her thumb in her pipe and slowly warming it up until the weed starts to smoke.
You gently warm the pipeweed until it starts to smolder in your pipe. You inhale the smoke and it tastes malty and burnt with a peppery after bite. As you inhale a second time you start to feel light headed and dizzy.... Roll 1d6 please.
3
You smile to yourself as the effects of the smoke take hold of you. Your mind opens up and you think back to the time you first asked Peregrine how he made such good smoke rings with his pipe, “Why with a bit of magic of course...” he had replied with a chuckle. Everything around you seems to blossom. The colors become brighter, the smells become stronger, and your ale becomes headier...
And for the next 10 minutes you have a +3 Bonus to Insight checks.
She nods to indicate that he said her name correctly. "I'd love to see your home."
“Very well... ” Roma says with a crooked smile as he pulls deeply on his pipe. He leans forward and blows a huge cloud of smoke right into your face...
Not expecting this you immediately cough and splutter. You become suddenly dizzy for a moment and watch as Roma laughs and fiddles with the wooden cube. The dizziness subsides and is replaced by a slow creeping drowsiness...
You look wide eyed at Roma as he presses down on what looks like a button two times. The last thing you remember is hearing him say, “As you wish...”
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[I INSIGHT CHECK EVERYBODY!]
Fintan relaxes back into her chair like it's a cushy armchair and not a couple of pieces of wood at right angles. She hears her guardians voice in her mind and smiles to herself. It's probably about time she should send him a message to let him know everything is fine. She hums a little bit, not really aware she's doing it. And she watches Roma curiously. Her eyes straying momentarily every now and then and she struggles a bit to pay attention, but then she snaps back to the voices around the table and focuses on the people she has found herself with.
Fintan relaxes back into her chair like it's a cushy armchair and not a couple of pieces of wood at right angles. She hears her guardians voice in her mind and smiles to herself. It's probably about time she should send him a message to let him know everything is fine. She hums a little bit, not really aware she's doing it. And she watches Roma curiously. Her eyes straying momentarily every now and then and she struggles a bit to pay attention, but then she snaps back to the voices around the table and focuses on the people she has found herself with.
Insight check on Roma, in general; 16
Nice roll. A little too late you realize that Roma isn’t probably the decent and generous man he is trying to make himself out to be. You realize the wolf on his pipe is snarling, he is throwing around too much coin for a performer, and his men take commands from him like soldiers.. not like he’s their employeer.
She nods to indicate that he said her name correctly. "I'd love to see your home."
“Very well... ” Roma says with a crooked smile as he pulls deeply on his pipe. He leans forward and blows a huge cloud of smoke right into your face...
Not expecting this you immediately cough and splutter. You become suddenly dizzy for a moment and watch as Roma laughs and fiddles with the wooden cube. The dizziness subsides and is replaced by a slow creeping drowsiness...
You look wide eyed at Roma as he presses down on what looks like a button two times. The last thing you remember is hearing him say, “As you wish...”
(o.O Am I unconscious? asleep? Slumped over in my chair drooling and dreaming? lol)
"Oh-" Fintan says as things seem to become clearer before her eyes while her mind free falls into a haze. Peregrine will not be happy with her, she thinks as she gives into the warm embrace of sleep.
[How does this affect my familiar? He's perched on a roof watching the festival]
The air around your little pocket of the festival suddenly becomes very hot and moist. Those of you who are coherent feel the hair on your arms and the backs of your necks start to rise. Your hearing suddenly becomes impaired with what sounds like static and then suddenly the space in front of you tears open... for a moment you see a dark forest filled with swirling mist and all manners of dread.... then a hot bright flash of light and the smell of ozone as you are sucked into the rift that just opened up before you.
Everything goes black.
Your stomach lurches and flips as you experience the sensation of falling. Fear fills the pit of your stomach as you continue feeling this sensation for what feels like an eternity...
You open your eyes and find yourself laying on cold hard ground staring up at a velvet black night sky through a veil of swirling mist. You sit up slowly... wearily... and look around....
You find yourself on a hard dirt trail wide enough for a wagon to fit down hewn in on both sides by rows of thick old pines. The forest around you is eerily silent...
Raxin, Gabriel, and Miranda are the first to their feet. Fintan appears to be out of it — dozing in and out — while Tamsyn appears to be unconscious a few feet away. Shake is awake, but on his side clutching his stomach and wiping what appears to be vomit from his mouth. None of the party’s familiars are anywhere to be seen... nor are Roma and his troupe...
Your breath catches in your throat as the silence of the woods is suddenly broken by the howling of many wolves...
Followed by rustling in the woods nearby just to the south and a light breeze that brings with it a strong odor of wet dog and the stench of dried blood and decay...
To the north you can see what appears to be some sort of black iron not far in the distance...
Gabriel will pull out a torch and light it, and then draw his hand cross bow "ON YOUR FEET!!! Ready yourself Lads" He will reach down and help miranda to her feet and point towards the woods where the wolves are coming from and then motion for them to flank from opposite sides
Roma pulls a stained white pipe molded in the shape of a wolves head from inside his jacket pocket, turns it upside down, and bangs on it gently to knock any old residue out. He opens the weed parcel from the halfling and takes enough out to pack his bowl full, before passing it off to his man. Roma then pulls out a match and lights his pipe with it. He sucks on the end for a moment to get it going, then blows out a small smoke ring, and lets out a long sigh, "Vallaki... and Barovia are a long way from here my dear.. they are not even on this continent... it's no wonder you haven't heard of them. Vallaki is one of a few towns in Barovia.. which is nestled in the Balinok mountains. The terrain there is densely wooded and the climate is one of frigid winters... which is why I enjoy even the harvest nights here in Daggerford."
You have traveled far. I must say, your description of your home does not sound too inviting. Cloudy, cold and drab. Good thing you aren't a travel organizer.
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
Raxin's minion will hand him 5sp and a mug of ale, talking a pipe and sack of weed.
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Now beaming, the halfling exclaims, "Thank ye sir!"
"Haha, cold and drab indeed... But, there is beauty there as well... Does anyone need a light?" Roma asks as he sets his matches on the table.
"Got my own," Fintan says, sticking her thumb in her pipe and slowly warming it up until the weed starts to smoke.
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"I don't smoke, but I greatly appreciate your offer, sir," Tamsyn says, smiling at the halfling. Turning back to Roma she nods. "My mother's family tends to prefer cold, dark places that rarely see the sun. There's a different kind of beauty in those places."
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You gently warm the pipeweed until it starts to smolder in your pipe. You inhale the smoke and it tastes malty and burnt with a peppery after bite. As you inhale a second time you start to feel light headed and dizzy.... Roll 1d6 please.
”Suit yourself... But, this is very good stuff our halfling Friend has sold us...” Roma says as his eyes grow dark and wide and start to sparkle.
Gesturing to the lingering halfling, “You don’t usually sell this out in the open, now do you?” Roma says with a chuckle, ”No, tonight’s a special night... a night for merriment and fearing. Perhaps a little gluttony and sloth?”
“Tell me Tamsyn... Did I say that right? Would you like to see my home?” Roma says as he pulls a small carved wooden cube from his jacket pocket.
3
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You smile to yourself as the effects of the smoke take hold of you. Your mind opens up and you think back to the time you first asked Peregrine how he made such good smoke rings with his pipe, “Why with a bit of magic of course...” he had replied with a chuckle. Everything around you seems to blossom. The colors become brighter, the smells become stronger, and your ale becomes headier...
And for the next 10 minutes you have a +3 Bonus to Insight checks.
She nods to indicate that he said her name correctly. "I'd love to see your home."
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“Very well... ” Roma says with a crooked smile as he pulls deeply on his pipe. He leans forward and blows a huge cloud of smoke right into your face...
Not expecting this you immediately cough and splutter. You become suddenly dizzy for a moment and watch as Roma laughs and fiddles with the wooden cube. The dizziness subsides and is replaced by a slow creeping drowsiness...
You look wide eyed at Roma as he presses down on what looks like a button two times. The last thing you remember is hearing him say, “As you wish...”
[I INSIGHT CHECK EVERYBODY!]
Fintan relaxes back into her chair like it's a cushy armchair and not a couple of pieces of wood at right angles. She hears her guardians voice in her mind and smiles to herself. It's probably about time she should send him a message to let him know everything is fine. She hums a little bit, not really aware she's doing it. And she watches Roma curiously. Her eyes straying momentarily every now and then and she struggles a bit to pay attention, but then she snaps back to the voices around the table and focuses on the people she has found herself with.
Insight check on Roma, in general; 13
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Nice roll. A little too late you realize that Roma isn’t probably the decent and generous man he is trying to make himself out to be. You realize the wolf on his pipe is snarling, he is throwing around too much coin for a performer, and his men take commands from him like soldiers.. not like he’s their employeer.
(o.O Am I unconscious? asleep? Slumped over in my chair drooling and dreaming? lol)
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"Oh-" Fintan says as things seem to become clearer before her eyes while her mind free falls into a haze. Peregrine will not be happy with her, she thinks as she gives into the warm embrace of sleep.
[How does this affect my familiar? He's perched on a roof watching the festival]
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The air around your little pocket of the festival suddenly becomes very hot and moist. Those of you who are coherent feel the hair on your arms and the backs of your necks start to rise. Your hearing suddenly becomes impaired with what sounds like static and then suddenly the space in front of you tears open... for a moment you see a dark forest filled with swirling mist and all manners of dread.... then a hot bright flash of light and the smell of ozone as you are sucked into the rift that just opened up before you.
Everything goes black.
Your stomach lurches and flips as you experience the sensation of falling. Fear fills the pit of your stomach as you continue feeling this sensation for what feels like an eternity...
Then it all stops as suddenly as it started....
The Svalich Woods, Barovia
A short time later...
You open your eyes and find yourself laying on cold hard ground staring up at a velvet black night sky through a veil of swirling mist. You sit up slowly... wearily... and look around....
You find yourself on a hard dirt trail wide enough for a wagon to fit down hewn in on both sides by rows of thick old pines. The forest around you is eerily silent...
Raxin, Gabriel, and Miranda are the first to their feet. Fintan appears to be out of it — dozing in and out — while Tamsyn appears to be unconscious a few feet away. Shake is awake, but on his side clutching his stomach and wiping what appears to be vomit from his mouth. None of the party’s familiars are anywhere to be seen... nor are Roma and his troupe...
Your breath catches in your throat as the silence of the woods is suddenly broken by the howling of many wolves...
Followed by rustling in the woods nearby just to the south and a light breeze that brings with it a strong odor of wet dog and the stench of dried blood and decay...
To the north you can see what appears to be some sort of black iron not far in the distance...
Gabriel will pull out a torch and light it, and then draw his hand cross bow
"ON YOUR FEET!!! Ready yourself Lads" He will reach down and help miranda to her feet and point towards the woods where the wolves are coming from and then motion for them to flank from opposite sides
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