Hey! You might've seen previous games that I opened and if you played I. Of those you'll know that I have a hard time finishing them. However, most of the times (if not all) have been pretty much because of lack of available time due to work.
But I've learned from those games a few things and really thing this is going to be it.
Before getting into character applications I'd like to mention some ground rules that I think will help the pace of the game and the overall experience:
1. I will provide most outcomes of obvious inquiries in spoiler boxes, and I need you to be honest and accept the consequences (which of course will be making a check or ST's) i.e.:
I describe the layout of the first floor of a room and there are different doors, chests, etc. I'll post the outcome of attempting to open a chest, looking for traps, etc.
If you'd like to try something different go ahead and ask, it is not my intention to railroad but to save you at least 1 or 2 posts.
2.- only those proficient in skills such as arcana, investigation, perception may use them preemptively - this might be a point harder to understand but I've atwd games in which everyone is doing checks before even narrating the context or the scene.
3. I'll expect at least one post per day
Now for the module itself just go ahead and use any official (no UA/Homebrew) we'll be starting at level 3 - point buy
Growing up in Barovia, Vladimir lived in constant fear of the vampires and werewolves that prowled the night. It wasn’t until he became an acolyte of Morninglord that he learned to embrace this fear, which eventually led to his decision to become a vampire hunter. Hanging up his white robes of peace, Vladimir took up blade and bow, determined to rid Barovia of the fell creatures which terrorized it’s inhabitants.
Mado has no tribe to call home. Instead, he has wandered the haunted trails of Barovia since birth. Time and time again he would come across a feind, a ghoul, or a desperate man clinging to life. He has scars for every encounter, some nips on his ears, others charred across his whole body. Those scars carved him into what he is now, or, at least what others call him. A beast. Mado's tendencies are on par with that of a ghoul, but instead of tearing apart living people(granted, if pushed, he will not hesitate, he takes his savagery on the monsters in the night. For revenge of making him one of them.
What is your character's biggest fear?: Mado has a fear of avians, specifically ones larger than himself.
Tiefling - Lore Bard - Black Philip - Entertainer - (freak show ringleader)
Black Philip is terrified of being alone, ostracized even by the freaks of the world.
Black Philip (a stage name, surely, but one he refuses to drop) has been a connoisseur of fear and freakshows for several years, gathering up strange, and frightening people all under one roof for profit. He is the ringleader who made it all happen, and made sure everyone got paid for their hard work.
One day while they were on the road to their next show, Black Philip woke up alone. His troupe was gone. He’s now gone looking to see what happened to everyone.
Morgan was a soldier and warrior for his people most of his life. At one point he found a Group of adventures that seemed honorable to him and he felt he should leave his people to travel with them to learn more of the world.
Morgan’s greatest fear is to fail those that he feels depend on him. He sees in his as his duty to protect and defend those that he travels with.
Background: Noble - The youngest in the Dala'than family, it is Eloris's time to shine. Much promise has been said, nods of approval from even from Miloras family. With the pressure of foretold greatness, and the hisses and jabs from envious sub-par siblings, Eloris knows she has find glory and renown... Or simply be lost forever.
What is your character biggest fear? To be disowned from her family. She believes it to be her only lease of life. Be it her money, her upbringing... and her bright future. Failure will only bring them, and her many times over, ruin.
Background: Acolyte. Arrila's parents were devoted to Lathander, and Arrila herself had the same devotion. Their life was a quiet one, and she did everything she could do to assist the priests of the temple they lived in. She lived that way for years, until a dream that could only have come from Lathander. A vision of things that could happen if Lathander's light didn't cleanse it. This version of him was odd, more bright light versus the man dedicated to life she was used to. A bright light, and the dream was over. The next day, Arrila's powers had turned from those of bringing life to those of radiant light. She wasn't sure where she was to go, but what she did know was that she needed to stop whatever Lathander told her to stop.
What is your character biggest fear? Isolation, from everyone and everything
Background: (Copy/Pasted and edited down from the character sheet) Wilhelm was lucky to be born into the prosperous and easy life of the upper class. The Westervel family were nobles who were in good favour with the richest and most powerful people in the land. Born second behind Frederick, Wilhelm looked up to his older brother from an early age. As the siblings got older, and Frederick took a liking to a more debaucherous lifestyle that their quality of living allowed, their parents disapproval steadied Wilhelm, determined to follow a different path. Wilhelm started to believe himself above the extravagant, wasteful lifestyle of his older brother. Making his parents proud, and bringing honour to house Weservel became the sworn conviction of young Wilhelm. Then, something would happen. Frederick had run away from home after an argument with their parents, leaving only a note of explanation behind. He had been gone for months, and despite hiring the best men possible to track him down, their parents were without their first born son. It had broken Wilhelm's heart to see his mother so mournful, and his father turn to the same addictions that had plagued their now absent son. Wilhelm was conflicted. He knew that his place was at home, with them, and one day, in Frederick's place, taking on the position of family patriarch. But they were a family fractured without Frederick. Though conflicted, for the first time since their childhoods, he took after his older brother, leaving home in the middle of the night. He left behind a note, explaining that he would bring his older brother home, so that they may be a happy family again.
What is your character biggest fear?: That he might find his elder brother dead, or dishonour his family's name.
Welcome to the land of Barovia, whether you were born here or were transported by unknown forces, you'll get used to that despair that's been creeping ever since you regained consciousness, but let's focus first on Wilhelm, Vladimir and Mado, who started this day as any other previous day, you know better than I your morning routine and I'm sure it'll be shared at some point of this adventure, the three of you found lodgings at an old and cheap inn next to the Blood of the Vine Tavern in the village of Barovia and even though you don't know each other that'll change in a couple of minutes when a strange "visitor" makes a scene in the common area
Arrila, Eloris, Morgan and Black Phillip also spent the night at the inn, but as they woke up, their memories are hard to decipher, they all share a dream - Dark woods surrounded by a deep fog, a maniacal laughter echoing the whole area and huge wolves, even though they tried to hold their own on what seemed to be a moment to fight their senses where numbed and could do nothing to defense themselves, one by one fell to the the ground.
The visitor making a scene is whoever replies first from the characters that aren't from Barovia. The Barovians found themselves at the inn following their backstory - but feel free to add any details to the events that made you pay a night at that place .
Mado and Vladimir
You are not Barovian per se, but were transported here even since you were little so that's all you can remember. You've mostly been around the village of Barovia as any other place could be dangerous for your current set of skills. There are many wolves around the area for you to live on their meat. The humans from the village barely pay attention to Mado being used to stranger and way more terrorific creatures/monsters than a goblin, besides, they're all absent and usually express no emotions.
Willhelm
You were born in Vallaki a bigger village located approximately 20 miles west following the old Svalich road. There are other noble families in that city but we'll leave that for later.
Black Philip walks up to the innkeep. In a deep, resonating voice that echoes around the room even without speaking up “This... Barovia, is it? This place is a fountain of terrible events. I wasn’t 20 miles from here when my whole troupe disappeared. Last night, I was haunted by some of the most terrible, vivid dreams of my life. I’d like to get some breakfast, but I’d also like your word that it will be*leaning in uncomfortably close to stare in the eyes*uneventful” he finishes, articulating the last word’s every syllable distinctly.
Black Philip is a medium height Tiefling who looks taller due to good posture, and twisting horns that reach up above. His skin is a deep red, and his eyes a solid violet. His eyebrows are bushy, black, well groomed. His hair is long, dark curls and waves swept back to the nape of his neck. He wears a midnight black satin suit with a violet pin matched to his eyes in the center of its high collar. His pack is currently in a chair nearby, but a pouch is tied to his belt, along with a rapier in its sheath, and a dagger exposed.
Morgan Silver, a well-muscled hobgoblin, wearing chain mail over a padded tunic and britches, walks into the common area and moves towards the inkeep as well. He raises an eyebrow as the teifling speaks with the man ahead of him. The tiefling seemed to have had the same night's sleep he himself had had it seemed.
The hobgoblin takes a seat and waves a serving wench over. "I will take whatever you are serving for breakfast." he says in a soft voice as the serving girl approaches.
Morgan has greenish skin, a red nose, and wears a long sword at one hip, with a crossbow and bolts at the other. he has a shield strapped across his back. Furthermore he has a component pouch around his waist.
Upon waking up, Wilhelm wastes no time hopping up and preparing for further travels. He hadn't traveled far from home yet since leaving, and he had to make haste. All he had was the vaguest notion of the direction Frederick traveled in upon leaving home, and since tracking was more Frederick's talent than Wilhelm's, the younger brother could not dally in any one place for too long.
After washing his face, the young man of eighteen years dawns his attire, which includes his chain shirt, for protection. Strapping his weaponry to his person, and making sure that his brunette hair was in presentable condition, he wasted no time leaving his room. His quest did not grant him the luxury of lie ins or relaxation. So he told himself, in any case. The stern expression on his face told of a man resolved to a mission. His plan was not to stay in Barovia any longer.
Upon entrance into the main gathering area, Wilhelm decides that he will at least stay for breakfast. His search will not end well if he collapses only a few miles away from Barovia of hunger. Whether he liked it or not, he would have to stop every so often to re-fuel himself, so to speak. Upon sitting down, he waits for the serving girl to be done talking to the Hobgoblin. Wilhelm takes a moment to study the Hobgoblin, though he is soon distracted as his ears pick up on the Tiefling, talking to the Innkeep. Terrible, vivid dreams? Uneventful breakfasts? How peculiar. Wilhelm shuck his head at himself, deciding that such nosiness should be beneath him, chastising himself silently, as he waited for the servant wench to come to him.
Upon waking up, Wilhelm wastes no time hopping up and preparing for further travels. He hadn't traveled far from home yet since leaving, and he had to make haste. All he had was the vaguest notion of the direction Frederick traveled in upon leaving home, and since tracking was more Frederick's talent than Wilhelm's, the younger brother could not dally in any one place for too long.
After washing his face, the young man of eighteen years dawns his attire, which includes his chain shirt, for protection. Strapping his weaponry to his person, and making sure that his brunette hair was in presentable condition, he wasted no time leaving his room. His quest did not grant him the luxury of lie ins or relaxation. So he told himself, in any case. The stern expression on his face told of a man resolved to a mission. His plan was not to stay in Barovia any longer.
Upon entrance into the main gathering area, Wilhelm decides that he will at least stay for breakfast. His search will not end well if he collapses only a few miles away from Barovia of hunger. Whether he liked it or not, he would have to stop every so often to re-fuel himself, so to speak. Upon sitting down, he waits for the serving girl to be done talking to the Hobgoblin. Wilhelm takes a moment to study the Hobgoblin, though he is soon distracted as his ears pick up on the Tiefling, talking to the Innkeep. Terrible, vivid dreams? Uneventful breakfasts? How peculiar. Wilhelm shuck his head at himself, deciding that such nosiness should be beneath him, chastising himself silently, as he waited for the servant wench to come to him.
Forgot to mention that barovians have always feel the weight of an evil force looming over every town. And while you might've felt before that this was only bound to Vallaki, it is clear that is not. I'll send you a pm with the barovian and Vallaki lore
Vladimir Konstantine grimly studies his fellow patrons from over the rim of his mug. His wild black beard is stained with coffee, and he chews thoughtfully on a slab of bacon. Yawning, he stands and stomps over to the bar, tossing a couple coppers onto the wooden table in payment for his meal.
Vladimir wears stained leather armor, and two shortswords are concealed beneath his deep black cloak. His heavy boots are well worn, and his stormy grey eyes are sorrowful.
“Good morning to you.” He grunts absently to Black Phillip as he takes a seat beside him.
"I am curious how this will phenomenon has been occuring for... And we all had the terrible dreams? The darkness heavy with loneliness, the creatures of fur and fangs..." Eloris shudders going back to her breakfast... Shuddering more after the swig of the establishment's beverage called coffee.
Hearing the talk from the next table, Morgan sighs to himself and pushes up, taking his food with him and moving over. he gives the group a nod of greeting as he takes a seat. "Seems everyone is having the same bad dreams..." He comments in a soft voice as he takes another sip of coffee himself. He glances over to those grimacing at the taste, since it is far better than he has had in a long while.
Wilhelm couldn't help but continue listening in on the peculiar conversation that was had between others in the room. Wait. They...all had similar dreams? And the woman's description of the dream. Fur and fangs. An ominous feeling came over Wilhelm. Was their shared experience due to...him? If it was, he suddenly feared for these strangers.
Standing up and making his way over, he motioned to the servant girl that he wanted what they were having. "I take it none of you are natives to Barovia?" He asked as he pulled up a stool to sit with them. His voice was very proper, and revealed what had to be a noble upbringing. He was dangerously close to sounding swarmy, but managed to just about keep it in check.
Vladimir relieves Eloris of her mug of coffee. "I haff a riddle for you, my friend," He chuckles, taking a deep drink. "Vhat does the coffee come from, if no coffee beans are grown in Barovia?"
Hey! You might've seen previous games that I opened and if you played I. Of those you'll know that I have a hard time finishing them. However, most of the times (if not all) have been pretty much because of lack of available time due to work.
But I've learned from those games a few things and really thing this is going to be it.
Before getting into character applications I'd like to mention some ground rules that I think will help the pace of the game and the overall experience:
1. I will provide most outcomes of obvious inquiries in spoiler boxes, and I need you to be honest and accept the consequences (which of course will be making a check or ST's) i.e.:
I describe the layout of the first floor of a room and there are different doors, chests, etc. I'll post the outcome of attempting to open a chest, looking for traps, etc.
If you'd like to try something different go ahead and ask, it is not my intention to railroad but to save you at least 1 or 2 posts.
2.- only those proficient in skills such as arcana, investigation, perception may use them preemptively - this might be a point harder to understand but I've atwd games in which everyone is doing checks before even narrating the context or the scene.
3. I'll expect at least one post per day
Now for the module itself just go ahead and use any official (no UA/Homebrew) we'll be starting at level 3 - point buy
And give me the usual stuff for your application:
Race
Class
Name
Background
What is your character biggest fear?
Name: Vladimir Konstantine
Race: Dwarf
Class: Ranger
Background: Acolyte
Growing up in Barovia, Vladimir lived in constant fear of the vampires and werewolves that prowled the night. It wasn’t until he became an acolyte of Morninglord that he learned to embrace this fear, which eventually led to his decision to become a vampire hunter. Hanging up his white robes of peace, Vladimir took up blade and bow, determined to rid Barovia of the fell creatures which terrorized it’s inhabitants.
Greatest fear: To become that which he hunts.
Name:
Race: Goblin
Class: Barbarian
Name: Mado
Background: Sage
Mado has no tribe to call home. Instead, he has wandered the haunted trails of Barovia since birth. Time and time again he would come across a feind, a ghoul, or a desperate man clinging to life. He has scars for every encounter, some nips on his ears, others charred across his whole body. Those scars carved him into what he is now, or, at least what others call him. A beast. Mado's tendencies are on par with that of a ghoul, but instead of tearing apart living people(granted, if pushed, he will not hesitate, he takes his savagery on the monsters in the night. For revenge of making him one of them.
What is your character's biggest fear?: Mado has a fear of avians, specifically ones larger than himself.
Tiefling - Lore Bard - Black Philip - Entertainer - (freak show ringleader)
Black Philip is terrified of being alone, ostracized even by the freaks of the world.
Black Philip (a stage name, surely, but one he refuses to drop) has been a connoisseur of fear and freakshows for several years, gathering up strange, and frightening people all under one roof for profit. He is the ringleader who made it all happen, and made sure everyone got paid for their hard work.
One day while they were on the road to their next show, Black Philip woke up alone. His troupe was gone. He’s now gone looking to see what happened to everyone.
Paladin - warforged - orange
name: Morgan Silver
race: hobgoblink
class: fighter/wizard
background: soldier
backstory:
Morgan was a soldier and warrior for his people most of his life. At one point he found a Group of adventures that seemed honorable to him and he felt he should leave his people to travel with them to learn more of the world.
Morgan’s greatest fear is to fail those that he feels depend on him. He sees in his as his duty to protect and defend those that he travels with.
Race:
High Elf
Class:
Wizard (Abjuration)
Name:
Eloris Dala'than
Background:
Noble - The youngest in the Dala'than family, it is Eloris's time to shine. Much promise has been said, nods of approval from even from Miloras family. With the pressure of foretold greatness, and the hisses and jabs from envious sub-par siblings, Eloris knows she has find glory and renown... Or simply be lost forever.
What is your character biggest fear?
To be disowned from her family. She believes it to be her only lease of life. Be it her money, her upbringing... and her bright future. Failure will only bring them, and her many times over, ruin.
Race: Half Elf
Class: Cleric (Light Domain)
Name: Arrila Evenwood
Background: Acolyte. Arrila's parents were devoted to Lathander, and Arrila herself had the same devotion. Their life was a quiet one, and she did everything she could do to assist the priests of the temple they lived in. She lived that way for years, until a dream that could only have come from Lathander. A vision of things that could happen if Lathander's light didn't cleanse it. This version of him was odd, more bright light versus the man dedicated to life she was used to. A bright light, and the dream was over. The next day, Arrila's powers had turned from those of bringing life to those of radiant light. She wasn't sure where she was to go, but what she did know was that she needed to stop whatever Lathander told her to stop.
What is your character biggest fear? Isolation, from everyone and everything
https://ddb.ac/characters/17534149/KlFBt2
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Westervel/characters/17343792
Race: Human
Class: Fighter (Battle Master)
Name: Wilhelm Westervel
Background: (Copy/Pasted and edited down from the character sheet) Wilhelm was lucky to be born into the prosperous and easy life of the upper class. The Westervel family were nobles who were in good favour with the richest and most powerful people in the land. Born second behind Frederick, Wilhelm looked up to his older brother from an early age. As the siblings got older, and Frederick took a liking to a more debaucherous lifestyle that their quality of living allowed, their parents disapproval steadied Wilhelm, determined to follow a different path. Wilhelm started to believe himself above the extravagant, wasteful lifestyle of his older brother. Making his parents proud, and bringing honour to house Weservel became the sworn conviction of young Wilhelm. Then, something would happen. Frederick had run away from home after an argument with their parents, leaving only a note of explanation behind. He had been gone for months, and despite hiring the best men possible to track him down, their parents were without their first born son. It had broken Wilhelm's heart to see his mother so mournful, and his father turn to the same addictions that had plagued their now absent son. Wilhelm was conflicted. He knew that his place was at home, with them, and one day, in Frederick's place, taking on the position of family patriarch. But they were a family fractured without Frederick. Though conflicted, for the first time since their childhoods, he took after his older brother, leaving home in the middle of the night. He left behind a note, explaining that he would bring his older brother home, so that they may be a happy family again.
What is your character biggest fear?: That he might find his elder brother dead, or dishonour his family's name.
All right, everyone until now is in. Allow me a while to read your backstory and start the game.
Curse of Strahd
Welcome to the land of Barovia, whether you were born here or were transported by unknown forces, you'll get used to that despair that's been creeping ever since you regained consciousness, but let's focus first on Wilhelm, Vladimir and Mado, who started this day as any other previous day, you know better than I your morning routine and I'm sure it'll be shared at some point of this adventure, the three of you found lodgings at an old and cheap inn next to the Blood of the Vine Tavern in the village of Barovia and even though you don't know each other that'll change in a couple of minutes when a strange "visitor" makes a scene in the common area
Arrila, Eloris, Morgan and Black Phillip also spent the night at the inn, but as they woke up, their memories are hard to decipher, they all share a dream - Dark woods surrounded by a deep fog, a maniacal laughter echoing the whole area and huge wolves, even though they tried to hold their own on what seemed to be a moment to fight their senses where numbed and could do nothing to defense themselves, one by one fell to the the ground.
The visitor making a scene is whoever replies first from the characters that aren't from Barovia. The Barovians found themselves at the inn following their backstory - but feel free to add any details to the events that made you pay a night at that place .
Mado and Vladimir
You are not Barovian per se, but were transported here even since you were little so that's all you can remember. You've mostly been around the village of Barovia as any other place could be dangerous for your current set of skills. There are many wolves around the area for you to live on their meat. The humans from the village barely pay attention to Mado being used to stranger and way more terrorific creatures/monsters than a goblin, besides, they're all absent and usually express no emotions.
Willhelm
You were born in Vallaki a bigger village located approximately 20 miles west following the old Svalich road. There are other noble families in that city but we'll leave that for later.
Black Philip walks up to the innkeep. In a deep, resonating voice that echoes around the room even without speaking up “This... Barovia, is it? This place is a fountain of terrible events. I wasn’t 20 miles from here when my whole troupe disappeared. Last night, I was haunted by some of the most terrible, vivid dreams of my life. I’d like to get some breakfast, but I’d also like your word that it will be *leaning in uncomfortably close to stare in the eyes* uneventful” he finishes, articulating the last word’s every syllable distinctly.
Black Philip is a medium height Tiefling who looks taller due to good posture, and twisting horns that reach up above. His skin is a deep red, and his eyes a solid violet. His eyebrows are bushy, black, well groomed. His hair is long, dark curls and waves swept back to the nape of his neck. He wears a midnight black satin suit with a violet pin matched to his eyes in the center of its high collar. His pack is currently in a chair nearby, but a pouch is tied to his belt, along with a rapier in its sheath, and a dagger exposed.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Morgan Silver, a well-muscled hobgoblin, wearing chain mail over a padded tunic and britches, walks into the common area and moves towards the inkeep as well. He raises an eyebrow as the teifling speaks with the man ahead of him. The tiefling seemed to have had the same night's sleep he himself had had it seemed.
The hobgoblin takes a seat and waves a serving wench over. "I will take whatever you are serving for breakfast." he says in a soft voice as the serving girl approaches.
Morgan has greenish skin, a red nose, and wears a long sword at one hip, with a crossbow and bolts at the other. he has a shield strapped across his back. Furthermore he has a component pouch around his waist.
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Upon waking up, Wilhelm wastes no time hopping up and preparing for further travels. He hadn't traveled far from home yet since leaving, and he had to make haste. All he had was the vaguest notion of the direction Frederick traveled in upon leaving home, and since tracking was more Frederick's talent than Wilhelm's, the younger brother could not dally in any one place for too long.
After washing his face, the young man of eighteen years dawns his attire, which includes his chain shirt, for protection. Strapping his weaponry to his person, and making sure that his brunette hair was in presentable condition, he wasted no time leaving his room. His quest did not grant him the luxury of lie ins or relaxation. So he told himself, in any case. The stern expression on his face told of a man resolved to a mission. His plan was not to stay in Barovia any longer.
Upon entrance into the main gathering area, Wilhelm decides that he will at least stay for breakfast. His search will not end well if he collapses only a few miles away from Barovia of hunger. Whether he liked it or not, he would have to stop every so often to re-fuel himself, so to speak. Upon sitting down, he waits for the serving girl to be done talking to the Hobgoblin. Wilhelm takes a moment to study the Hobgoblin, though he is soon distracted as his ears pick up on the Tiefling, talking to the Innkeep. Terrible, vivid dreams? Uneventful breakfasts? How peculiar. Wilhelm shuck his head at himself, deciding that such nosiness should be beneath him, chastising himself silently, as he waited for the servant wench to come to him.
Forgot to mention that barovians have always feel the weight of an evil force looming over every town. And while you might've felt before that this was only bound to Vallaki, it is clear that is not. I'll send you a pm with the barovian and Vallaki lore
Vladimir Konstantine grimly studies his fellow patrons from over the rim of his mug. His wild black beard is stained with coffee, and he chews thoughtfully on a slab of bacon. Yawning, he stands and stomps over to the bar, tossing a couple coppers onto the wooden table in payment for his meal.
Vladimir wears stained leather armor, and two shortswords are concealed beneath his deep black cloak. His heavy boots are well worn, and his stormy grey eyes are sorrowful.
“Good morning to you.” He grunts absently to Black Phillip as he takes a seat beside him.
"My, I am relieved to hear I am not the only one having a dreadful time," Eloris slumps into a chair next to Black Philip.
Her tired gross turns into a wide yawn as she throws coin into the bar for breakfast and the strongest coffee they can find.
Her eyes narrow at the slip thrown before her before a small wiggle of fingers and a mumble under the break cause the bowl to shimmer, making a gently sweet and warm aroma waft from the bowl.
"I am curious how this will phenomenon has been occuring for... And we all had the terrible dreams? The darkness heavy with loneliness, the creatures of fur and fangs..." Eloris shudders going back to her breakfast... Shuddering more after the swig of the establishment's beverage called coffee.
Hearing the talk from the next table, Morgan sighs to himself and pushes up, taking his food with him and moving over. he gives the group a nod of greeting as he takes a seat. "Seems everyone is having the same bad dreams..." He comments in a soft voice as he takes another sip of coffee himself. He glances over to those grimacing at the taste, since it is far better than he has had in a long while.
Wilhelm couldn't help but continue listening in on the peculiar conversation that was had between others in the room. Wait. They...all had similar dreams? And the woman's description of the dream. Fur and fangs. An ominous feeling came over Wilhelm. Was their shared experience due to...him? If it was, he suddenly feared for these strangers.
Standing up and making his way over, he motioned to the servant girl that he wanted what they were having. "I take it none of you are natives to Barovia?" He asked as he pulled up a stool to sit with them. His voice was very proper, and revealed what had to be a noble upbringing. He was dangerously close to sounding swarmy, but managed to just about keep it in check.
Vladimir relieves Eloris of her mug of coffee. "I haff a riddle for you, my friend," He chuckles, taking a deep drink. "Vhat does the coffee come from, if no coffee beans are grown in Barovia?"