“I am BlackPhilip,” he bows. “I may only be a humble master of a traveling freak show, but I have many skills, including an eye for talent.” He points at the goblin. “And he has talent. So be sure to recruit him. Or are you... talented enough?” Black Philip is eyeballing Wilhelm. He doesn’t know what’s up, but he’s got an instinct something is up with Wilhelm.
Morgan leans back in his chair, watching the interplay between the variety of people at the table. he considers them all in silence as they discuss the situation. He has found silence often is the easiest way to get the most done.
Wilhelm raises an eyebrow once more, this time at Black Philip's question. "Talented enough? What ever do you mean? I have pride in my talents, but if you are asking me if yourself and I would be enough on our own against such a foe?" Wilhelm turns to Morgan. "I will take all the help I can get." He then looks to the others, sitting at the table. Eloris, Vladimir, and Arrila. "This effects us all. That said, I would not force anyone into an encounter with Strahd. There is no shame in declining this particular battle."
Wilhelm knows not of Mado's part to play in all of this, though the goblin had made quite a ruckus already with his eating of meat, standing atop a table.
"You can count me in. I am Eloris, the youngest of the Dala'than."The elf gestures to the crest interwoven in her seemingly simple jerkin. Intricate patterns catch the light, as wells light greens that compliment the base soft light blue. The crest is a downwards facing crescent moon with one wide oval inside another, echoing ripples. Between the ovals were three stars. Under jerkin was a lovely shimmering white shirt with light green cuffs.
"To say this isn't an opportunity would be foolish." She smiles to herself.
Morgan is mildly amused with how quickly these people agreed to fight something they clearly knew as little about as he himself. Considering the alternatives though, he couldn't really fault them for that, after all what other option was there. Either be stuck in this place for ever, or try to do something about it. He never liked to just let things be, and knew the lure of such a contest would be too much for him regardless.
"I will aid in this as well." Morgan's soft voice says after listening for a bit. "I think there is much to do and learn before we take on this creature though. If it is as powerful as you say, then we best have power or knowledge on our side before we tangle with it."
Vladimir drains his mug, laying his longbow on the countertop. “I haff spoken all the vords that need to be spoken.” He declares. “This is vhat I vas born to do.”
"Kill undead...kill undead! Mado kill undead. Kill Strahd!" Mado snarls, scratching at his face and looking directly at Wilhelm. He hops of the table and scurries on all fours towards him. "You want kill Strahd. Mado help. Mado tear apart ghoul with teeth!"
Morgan glances around the group again, then settles his eyes on Vladimir. "I realize this may be what your life is all about, but I, for one, know nothing about vampires." he informs the man. "Maybe we can go up against him now and defeat him, but I have my doubts. Something as powerful as to keep people from leaving this land by his will alone, cannot be something that easily defeated." He pauses as he watches the others for any sign of agreement or disagreement. "If any of you know about vampires, and this creature in particular, then edjucate me... What are his powers? What are his limitations? Does he have any weaknesses? Where is his lair? What defenses does his lair have? What minions does he control? What are their numbers and disposition?" He rattles off a bit more, (all tactical questions that Morgan would know more about than his player...) he settles back in his chair once done, regarding the others with a patient look. "How ready are we to go up against this creature do you think?" He asks as everyone takes in his list of questions. "I am not saying not to do so, but let's take this one step at a time, ok?"
Barovians information is mostly known as lore or tales from other inhabitants so it is hard to separate rumors from facts. However, they'll say that any sort of wolf and bats are colluded or under control of Strahd and for sure Mado and Vladimir have slayed more than a couple of zombies.
They also know of a peculiar group of people that usually camp outside of the cities, they are known as Vistani and they seem to come and go as they please from the land of Barovia, they sometimes bring groups of adventurers - Maybe that's how Vladimir was brought to Barovia, while we can't know that for sure, when he was little he was able to see another couple of dwarves brought by this people but then they never returned to the village of Barovia or any other place where Vladimir would hang out -
Vistani are almost the opposite of any villager you've seen so far, they wear colorful clothes and drink, dance and sing during the night.
Vladimir relays this information to the group. “I haff never fought a vampire, exactly.” He confesses reluctantly. “But I am prepared!” He declares, holding up a wooden stake and a holy book depicting a road traveling into a sunrise, the symbol of The Morninglord.
Wilhelm practically recoils as the Goblin scurries towards him, across the table. He tries to recover himself with a nervous laughter and cough. "The more the merrier, hm, Mado. Ahaha..."
He strokes his chin as the others speak. He'd have to admit that he had never grappled with a vampire before, either, and knew little other than tall tales about how to vanquish one. "Better stock up on garlic, aye?" He cracked a cheeky smile. "I do agree, though. Rushing to battle with Strahd won't end well, despite our numbers. We need to be prepared, and make sure we know our enemy, while gathering both our strength and supplies for what is to come." Wilhelm took a swig of his coffee, before continuing. "I suggest we ask locals what they know. Perhaps something can be gleaned from the rumours and tall tales that make the rounds."
"Strength, supplies... and research."With a sly smile she wiggles her eyebrows. "A must in any settlement. My plan for the day prior to this... revelation. We stick together, I assume. If this figure can affect our dreams, who knows where it has eyes, right?"
"Well, it seems you are local here anyway..." Morgan says, glancing at the ones who have indicated they are from this place. "Do you have any idea of where we can go to gather more information? Who would be someone we could speak with to learn more about this creature?"
Wilhelm closed his eyes in thought, clasping his hands together. "Most of what is supposedly known about Strahd is either hear-say or folk tales. It is difficult to discern fact from fiction." He frowned slightly. Not the brightest outlook. "I live in a village about twenty miles west of here. I'm afraid I don't know much about who has the most insightful take on Strahd within Barovia." He turns to look at Vladimir. "What about you? Any ideas?"
“Does he have any allies, minions? Enemies?” Black Philip says with his hands folded in thought. He reaches into his pack and begins to strum a few chords quietly.
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Vladimir rises and begins to mingle with the other patrons of the inn, hoping to gather some helpful information. Many of them he knows on first name terms. Investigation: 15
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Morgan takes in the group for a moment, then shrugs. "Most people don't like talking to my kind, but I get a feeling the people around these parts have more to worry about than a Hobgoblin among them." He pushes up from his chair and moves off to see if he can learn anything from the locals as well.
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“I am Black Philip,” he bows. “I may only be a humble master of a traveling freak show, but I have many skills, including an eye for talent.” He points at the goblin. “And he has talent. So be sure to recruit him. Or are you... talented enough?” Black Philip is eyeballing Wilhelm. He doesn’t know what’s up, but he’s got an instinct something is up with Wilhelm.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Morgan leans back in his chair, watching the interplay between the variety of people at the table. he considers them all in silence as they discuss the situation. He has found silence often is the easiest way to get the most done.
Wilhelm raises an eyebrow once more, this time at Black Philip's question. "Talented enough? What ever do you mean? I have pride in my talents, but if you are asking me if yourself and I would be enough on our own against such a foe?" Wilhelm turns to Morgan. "I will take all the help I can get." He then looks to the others, sitting at the table. Eloris, Vladimir, and Arrila. "This effects us all. That said, I would not force anyone into an encounter with Strahd. There is no shame in declining this particular battle."
Wilhelm knows not of Mado's part to play in all of this, though the goblin had made quite a ruckus already with his eating of meat, standing atop a table.
"You can count me in. I am Eloris, the youngest of the Dala'than." The elf gestures to the crest interwoven in her seemingly simple jerkin. Intricate patterns catch the light, as wells light greens that compliment the base soft light blue. The crest is a downwards facing crescent moon with one wide oval inside another, echoing ripples. Between the ovals were three stars. Under jerkin was a lovely shimmering white shirt with light green cuffs.
"To say this isn't an opportunity would be foolish." She smiles to herself.
Morgan is mildly amused with how quickly these people agreed to fight something they clearly knew as little about as he himself. Considering the alternatives though, he couldn't really fault them for that, after all what other option was there. Either be stuck in this place for ever, or try to do something about it. He never liked to just let things be, and knew the lure of such a contest would be too much for him regardless.
"I will aid in this as well." Morgan's soft voice says after listening for a bit. "I think there is much to do and learn before we take on this creature though. If it is as powerful as you say, then we best have power or knowledge on our side before we tangle with it."
Vladimir drains his mug, laying his longbow on the countertop. “I haff spoken all the vords that need to be spoken.” He declares. “This is vhat I vas born to do.”
"Kill undead...kill undead! Mado kill undead. Kill Strahd!" Mado snarls, scratching at his face and looking directly at Wilhelm. He hops of the table and scurries on all fours towards him. "You want kill Strahd. Mado help. Mado tear apart ghoul with teeth!"
Morgan glances around the group again, then settles his eyes on Vladimir. "I realize this may be what your life is all about, but I, for one, know nothing about vampires." he informs the man. "Maybe we can go up against him now and defeat him, but I have my doubts. Something as powerful as to keep people from leaving this land by his will alone, cannot be something that easily defeated." He pauses as he watches the others for any sign of agreement or disagreement. "If any of you know about vampires, and this creature in particular, then edjucate me... What are his powers? What are his limitations? Does he have any weaknesses? Where is his lair? What defenses does his lair have? What minions does he control? What are their numbers and disposition?" He rattles off a bit more, (all tactical questions that Morgan would know more about than his player...) he settles back in his chair once done, regarding the others with a patient look. "How ready are we to go up against this creature do you think?" He asks as everyone takes in his list of questions. "I am not saying not to do so, but let's take this one step at a time, ok?"
Barovians information is mostly known as lore or tales from other inhabitants so it is hard to separate rumors from facts. However, they'll say that any sort of wolf and bats are colluded or under control of Strahd and for sure Mado and Vladimir have slayed more than a couple of zombies.
They also know of a peculiar group of people that usually camp outside of the cities, they are known as Vistani and they seem to come and go as they please from the land of Barovia, they sometimes bring groups of adventurers - Maybe that's how Vladimir was brought to Barovia, while we can't know that for sure, when he was little he was able to see another couple of dwarves brought by this people but then they never returned to the village of Barovia or any other place where Vladimir would hang out -
Vistani are almost the opposite of any villager you've seen so far, they wear colorful clothes and drink, dance and sing during the night.
Vladimir relays this information to the group. “I haff never fought a vampire, exactly.” He confesses reluctantly. “But I am prepared!” He declares, holding up a wooden stake and a holy book depicting a road traveling into a sunrise, the symbol of The Morninglord.
Wilhelm practically recoils as the Goblin scurries towards him, across the table. He tries to recover himself with a nervous laughter and cough. "The more the merrier, hm, Mado. Ahaha..."
He strokes his chin as the others speak. He'd have to admit that he had never grappled with a vampire before, either, and knew little other than tall tales about how to vanquish one. "Better stock up on garlic, aye?" He cracked a cheeky smile. "I do agree, though. Rushing to battle with Strahd won't end well, despite our numbers. We need to be prepared, and make sure we know our enemy, while gathering both our strength and supplies for what is to come." Wilhelm took a swig of his coffee, before continuing. "I suggest we ask locals what they know. Perhaps something can be gleaned from the rumours and tall tales that make the rounds."
"Strength, supplies... and research." With a sly smile she wiggles her eyebrows. "A must in any settlement. My plan for the day prior to this... revelation. We stick together, I assume. If this figure can affect our dreams, who knows where it has eyes, right?"
"Well, it seems you are local here anyway..." Morgan says, glancing at the ones who have indicated they are from this place. "Do you have any idea of where we can go to gather more information? Who would be someone we could speak with to learn more about this creature?"
Wilhelm closed his eyes in thought, clasping his hands together. "Most of what is supposedly known about Strahd is either hear-say or folk tales. It is difficult to discern fact from fiction." He frowned slightly. Not the brightest outlook. "I live in a village about twenty miles west of here. I'm afraid I don't know much about who has the most insightful take on Strahd within Barovia." He turns to look at Vladimir. "What about you? Any ideas?"
“Does he have any allies, minions? Enemies?” Black Philip says with his hands folded in thought. He reaches into his pack and begins to strum a few chords quietly.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Vladimir rises and begins to mingle with the other patrons of the inn, hoping to gather some helpful information. Many of them he knows on first name terms. Investigation: 15
Arrila looks around the group, still not sure what brought her here or even what she should be doing at this moment in time.
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
Eloris sees the confusion on Arrila's face and holds a steaming cup of coffee towards her, "Here, you'll need this."
Arrila takes it from her and takes a sip, her nose curling up at the bitter taste. "Well that's an interesting flavor."
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
Morgan takes in the group for a moment, then shrugs. "Most people don't like talking to my kind, but I get a feeling the people around these parts have more to worry about than a Hobgoblin among them." He pushes up from his chair and moves off to see if he can learn anything from the locals as well.
Investigation check: 7