Meepo glances over to the strangly colored area of the tavern. Seeing the big wavig at him he glances around, making sure the man is actually waving to him and not someone else.
"Me quest go?" Meepo asks as he considers it. "Meepo no brave adventurer..." he says as the thought had never even been considered. He glances to the well-muscled woman near him though and has to wonder if it might not be good to go with, since he had never found a big he liked as much as he liked this one. Glancing back to the strangely lit corner he shrugs. "Meepo not know. meepo go if can. Old man needs tell meepo. He say find four adventurers..."
Olin doesn't know what exactly is going on, but he's heard enough. It might not spill into the Misty Forest, but no way to know without speaking to the "old man" this Kobold keeps referencing. And if that trickster is going to be involved someone had better keep an eye out. Olin sips the last of his tea, gathers up his things from the table and approaches the Kobold and his companions. "I am Olin. I believe I round your required four."
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Meepo grins even broader, showing many needle-sharp teeth as he glances around at the four brave adventurers he found so quickly. The old man was definitely going to be pleased with Meepo.
"We go?" He says then, hopping down from the chair a bit too-quickly and nearly stumbling. "Take old man... He tell more..." He starts towards the door, more than ready to head right back into the night and take all of these bigs to meet the old man right now. His cloak billows, showing his coppery scales and his thread-bare tunic. A sack can be seen under the cloak, with a large, book-shaped, object inside of it. he pulls his cloak back around him as he prepares to head towards the door.
As Meepo has been moving around the room, he would have been, unable to resist himself, taking anything that looks interesting and is if it might not be being used by its owner.
Slight of hand: 22 (In case you want multiple checks: 21 25 7
"Well, my new friend," says Mordekai, rising from his seat with a smile, "if you're in, I'm in." The torch flame returns to its normal colour and hue as Mordekai leaves his corner of the tavern.
"Before we go, there's a quick bit of business I must attend to." Olin says as he taps his staff on the floor and heads outside. Fishing a small scroll out of a hidden pocket in his robes, Olin casts Animal Messenger from his final scroll. A wood sparrow alights on the end of Olin's staff, who whispers to it quietly before the bird flies into the mists to the southeast.
Goblin raiders coming from north. Daggerford rancher plans deforestation Misty Forest. Be on guard. Other potential interest: two tieflings, kobold, outlander, old man. Investigating.
"Now, where is this old man who will tell us more?"
The forest and village folk, as well as a few traders watch as the five strange adventurers make their way out the Happy Cow. There's a few brief moments of quiet muttering and then someone laughs loudly and the ruckus atmosphere re-asserts itself, a normal evening in the town of Daggerford, easily forgotten by the regulars and travelling folk.
The cold night fog greets the five unlikely companions as they take their lead from the tiny awkward kobold playing at civilized human. No one says it, but there's an underlying group 'smirk' accompanying them. The kobold has a smirk of his own, his small sack containing a brass mug, a fork, and pair of boots that he'd found in the inn. With no one the wiser, he moved his hand across the bulk of the new gear in his bag, revelling in his skills.
The kobold leads everyone out of town, through the partially opened gates and past the suspicious guards who watch the group carefully, but say nothing.
The world is hidden by the veil of mist which clings to their faces and seeps into clothes giving people chills. An orange glow slowly emerges to one side of the road and the kobold turns towards it. As if stepping into a room, the group moves forward out of the fog into a clearing. A crackling bonfire is the centerpeice of the ring of barrel wagons. A dozen men and women are gathered around it. They appear to be in good spirits. A few of them sing and dance around the fire while others find happiness in their flasks and wine-skins. The three barrel-topped wagons are parked at odd angles around the bonfire. Tied to a nearby tree, just visible in the fire lit fog, are a half dozen Clydesdale draft horses wearing bright coats with bangles and tassels. As the kobold and his charges emerge from the fog, the wagon folk take notice. An old man who'd been swaying to the music waves to the group. "Welcome visitors, welcome! Meepo, brave Meepo, you've done delightfully, you've barely been gone a half an hour!" He appraises all of them, his eyes lingering on the powerfully shaped and attractive warrior woman with the lance. "Welcome, please, come to the fire, enjoy the hospitality of the Vistani people!" He holds out a wine flask to Mordekai, the closest to him.
"See..." Meepo says with a toothy smile up at the amazonian woman. "Meepo tells you..." He glances around at the others. "Meepo bring to man... Man explain quest..." He pats the amazonian woman's thigh and follows her to wherever she sits around the fire, plopping down next to her, happy he managed the request for the old man without much difficulty, even though he had been very unsure when the whole thing started. He starts to look over his findings, just glad that he had found the things in the tavern, since they clearly had not been being used and might have gotten left there. He brought out the brass mug, holding up for his own offer of the drink to be poured into it.
As he sits there, he will continue to watch for things someone might not be using, and make sure they don't get lost...
Slight of hand: 11
(OOC: Meepo does not feel this is a skill, that he is taking things from someone. he is rescuing the items from getting lost or left behind, and clearly the person he is taking it from is not using the thing any longer. If caught he is truly surprised, since he was definitely not stealing that thing, he just thought you were done with it and was keeping it from being forgotten or lost.)
"Oh wow, "Aga takes a moment to drink in the scene. The singing and dancing around the campfire reminded her much of other forest tribes she's meet on her journey. "You are certainly an interesting folk."
Kane draws his cloak about him and sits near the fire, lighting his ever-present pipe. He doesn’t know what might possibly be in all of this for him, but he would be lying to himself if he claimed that he couldn’t hear the faint song of adventure calling out to him. So he sits, and ponders, and waits patiently for the old man to explain what this is all about.
Mordekai accepts the wine flask with a grateful nod, his inner doubts about accepting an unknown drink from a stranger hidden from his face.
He makes a show of taking a large gulp of the wine, whilst only tasting the merest sip (Deception check if necessary: 21), and compliments the man on the quality of his wine whilst he inwardly appraises it for both its quality and any hint that it might contain something other than wine.
Knowing how most folk react to his familiar, Meepo sends it a mental command to return to its dimentional home until he calls it forth again. No reason to have it coming in to cause trouble as it has done before. Once that is done he waits for his cup to be filled.
With cups filled, and the audience drawn and waiting before him, the old man shushes the music and the dancing, and the Vistani sit around the fire. The light dances across faces, shadows, light, shadows. The joy that was there seems to evaporate as the old man's face takes on a solemn look, almost haunted. You're each surprised at how fleeting happiness can be in the sudden vacuum left by it's absence.
The old man speaks, "My name is Stanimir. I'm am the humble elder to us Vistani here. We are a simple people, finding joy in the moments between the moments. Let me tell you a story, and then, may I beg of you, your help."
Stanimir fills his mouth with wine, then spits into the fire. The flames turn from orange to green. As they dance and sway, a dark shape appears in the bonfire's core.
"We come from an ancient land whose name is long forgotten-- a land of kings. Our enemies forced us from our homes, and now we wander the lost roads."
The dark shape in the fire takes form of a man being knocked from his horse, a spear piercing his side.
Stanimir continues, "One night, a wounded soldier staggered into our camp and collapsed. We nursed his terrible injury and quenched his thirst with wine. He survived. When we asked him who we was, he wouldn't say. All he wanted was to return home, but we were deep in the land of his enemies. We took him as one of our own and followed him back toward his homeland. His enemies hunted him. They said he was a prince, yet we didn't give him up, even when their assassins fell upon us like wolves."
Deep in the bonfire, you the dark figure standing with sword drawn, fighting off a host of shadowy shapes.
"This man of royal blood fought to protect us, as we protected him. We bore him safely to his home, and he thanked us. He said, 'I owe you my life. Stay as long as you wish, leave when you choose, and know that you will always be safe here.'"
The figure in the dancing fire vanquishes its final foe then disperses in a cloud of smoke and embers.
Stanimir's face is a somber mask, "A curse has befallen our noble prince, turning him into a tyrant. We alone have the power to leave his domain. We've traveled far and wide to find heroes such as yourselves to end our dread lord's curse and put his troubled soul to rest. Our people's leader, Madam Eva, knows all. Will you return to Barovia with us and speak with her? I know you may have many questions, but only Madam Eva can really provide the answers you seek."
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"Be good story..." Meepo says with a bit of sadness in his tone. "Meepo wishes were brave adventurer so he go too..." With a sigh he gets up from his seat. "Be good with luck." He says to the group. "Meepo wishes come to, but no more than four adventurers, and must be brave, so Meepo no allowed..." he goes to leave the fire. He pauses at the edge of the fire, having had a thought. "Any need servant? Meepo good servant..."
"That may be the truth of matters." Meepos says with a bit of preening. "The issue is that the wizard there said no more than four brave adventurers may go on this quest. Very few of the big folk see Meepo as brave. I would love to accompany you, but I fear that, if only four may go, Meepo will not be one of them."
Aga let's out a heavy, dramatic sigh. "You're going to make me say it, aren't you?" She smiles, turning back to Stanimir. "If what you are saying is grim as I am to believe that it is, wouldn't more than four people give us more than an edge to success? I personally don't see why he cannot come with us."
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Mordekai says to the old man, "That's quite a story you tell. I've played the role and certainly claimed the title of 'Brave Hero' numerous times, and am all in favour of further proving myself worthy of such a title. But why only four? The little guy here is clearly under the impression that he's not invited because he would make it 5. And yet, he's the main reason I'm here. So tell me, how negotiable is your four-hero limit?"
Stanimir looks solemly at the little kobold, "Oh, you all misunderstand. We had asked for four, in addition to Meepo here. The fates brought him to us, and I believe it was for a reason. Meepo, you are a part of this, should you choose to be."
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"Can you tell us no more about this tyrant prince and his curse, or about his realm? Is the curse natural? How did he come by it? You ask us to come to a domain we cannot leave, but offer very little information or motivation." Olin frowns.
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Meepo glances over to the strangly colored area of the tavern. Seeing the big wavig at him he glances around, making sure the man is actually waving to him and not someone else.
"Me quest go?" Meepo asks as he considers it. "Meepo no brave adventurer..." he says as the thought had never even been considered. He glances to the well-muscled woman near him though and has to wonder if it might not be good to go with, since he had never found a big he liked as much as he liked this one. Glancing back to the strangely lit corner he shrugs. "Meepo not know. meepo go if can. Old man needs tell meepo. He say find four adventurers..."
Kane watches the proceedings with increasing interest. Catching sight of the tiefling, he nods to himself. A fellow magic user.
Olin doesn't know what exactly is going on, but he's heard enough. It might not spill into the Misty Forest, but no way to know without speaking to the "old man" this Kobold keeps referencing. And if that trickster is going to be involved someone had better keep an eye out. Olin sips the last of his tea, gathers up his things from the table and approaches the Kobold and his companions. "I am Olin. I believe I round your required four."
Meepo grins even broader, showing many needle-sharp teeth as he glances around at the four brave adventurers he found so quickly. The old man was definitely going to be pleased with Meepo.
"We go?" He says then, hopping down from the chair a bit too-quickly and nearly stumbling. "Take old man... He tell more..." He starts towards the door, more than ready to head right back into the night and take all of these bigs to meet the old man right now. His cloak billows, showing his coppery scales and his thread-bare tunic. A sack can be seen under the cloak, with a large, book-shaped, object inside of it. he pulls his cloak back around him as he prepares to head towards the door.
As Meepo has been moving around the room, he would have been, unable to resist himself, taking anything that looks interesting and is if it might not be being used by its owner.
Slight of hand: 22
(In case you want multiple checks:
21
25
7
"Well, my new friend," says Mordekai, rising from his seat with a smile, "if you're in, I'm in." The torch flame returns to its normal colour and hue as Mordekai leaves his corner of the tavern.
Mordekai | Tiefling Warlock/Bard (Lv.12) | Pizazz's Beyond
RavenloftAnnihilation"Before we go, there's a quick bit of business I must attend to." Olin says as he taps his staff on the floor and heads outside. Fishing a small scroll out of a hidden pocket in his robes, Olin casts Animal Messenger from his final scroll. A wood sparrow alights on the end of Olin's staff, who whispers to it quietly before the bird flies into the mists to the southeast.
Goblin raiders coming from north. Daggerford rancher plans deforestation Misty Forest. Be on guard. Other potential interest: two tieflings, kobold, outlander, old man. Investigating.
"Now, where is this old man who will tell us more?"
The forest and village folk, as well as a few traders watch as the five strange adventurers make their way out the Happy Cow. There's a few brief moments of quiet muttering and then someone laughs loudly and the ruckus atmosphere re-asserts itself, a normal evening in the town of Daggerford, easily forgotten by the regulars and travelling folk.
The cold night fog greets the five unlikely companions as they take their lead from the tiny awkward kobold playing at civilized human. No one says it, but there's an underlying group 'smirk' accompanying them. The kobold has a smirk of his own, his small sack containing a brass mug, a fork, and pair of boots that he'd found in the inn. With no one the wiser, he moved his hand across the bulk of the new gear in his bag, revelling in his skills.
The kobold leads everyone out of town, through the partially opened gates and past the suspicious guards who watch the group carefully, but say nothing.
The world is hidden by the veil of mist which clings to their faces and seeps into clothes giving people chills. An orange glow slowly emerges to one side of the road and the kobold turns towards it. As if stepping into a room, the group moves forward out of the fog into a clearing. A crackling bonfire is the centerpeice of the ring of barrel wagons. A dozen men and women are gathered around it. They appear to be in good spirits. A few of them sing and dance around the fire while others find happiness in their flasks and wine-skins. The three barrel-topped wagons are parked at odd angles around the bonfire. Tied to a nearby tree, just visible in the fire lit fog, are a half dozen Clydesdale draft horses wearing bright coats with bangles and tassels. As the kobold and his charges emerge from the fog, the wagon folk take notice. An old man who'd been swaying to the music waves to the group. "Welcome visitors, welcome! Meepo, brave Meepo, you've done delightfully, you've barely been gone a half an hour!" He appraises all of them, his eyes lingering on the powerfully shaped and attractive warrior woman with the lance. "Welcome, please, come to the fire, enjoy the hospitality of the Vistani people!" He holds out a wine flask to Mordekai, the closest to him.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
"See..." Meepo says with a toothy smile up at the amazonian woman. "Meepo tells you..." He glances around at the others. "Meepo bring to man... Man explain quest..." He pats the amazonian woman's thigh and follows her to wherever she sits around the fire, plopping down next to her, happy he managed the request for the old man without much difficulty, even though he had been very unsure when the whole thing started. He starts to look over his findings, just glad that he had found the things in the tavern, since they clearly had not been being used and might have gotten left there. He brought out the brass mug, holding up for his own offer of the drink to be poured into it.
As he sits there, he will continue to watch for things someone might not be using, and make sure they don't get lost...
Slight of hand: 11
(OOC: Meepo does not feel this is a skill, that he is taking things from someone. he is rescuing the items from getting lost or left behind, and clearly the person he is taking it from is not using the thing any longer. If caught he is truly surprised, since he was definitely not stealing that thing, he just thought you were done with it and was keeping it from being forgotten or lost.)
"Oh wow, "Aga takes a moment to drink in the scene. The singing and dancing around the campfire reminded her much of other forest tribes she's meet on her journey. "You are certainly an interesting folk."
Kane draws his cloak about him and sits near the fire, lighting his ever-present pipe. He doesn’t know what might possibly be in all of this for him, but he would be lying to himself if he claimed that he couldn’t hear the faint song of adventure calling out to him. So he sits, and ponders, and waits patiently for the old man to explain what this is all about.
Mordekai accepts the wine flask with a grateful nod, his inner doubts about accepting an unknown drink from a stranger hidden from his face.
He makes a show of taking a large gulp of the wine, whilst only tasting the merest sip (Deception check if necessary: 21), and compliments the man on the quality of his wine whilst he inwardly appraises it for both its quality and any hint that it might contain something other than wine.
Mordekai | Tiefling Warlock/Bard (Lv.12) | Pizazz's Beyond
RavenloftAnnihilationKnowing how most folk react to his familiar, Meepo sends it a mental command to return to its dimentional home until he calls it forth again. No reason to have it coming in to cause trouble as it has done before. Once that is done he waits for his cup to be filled.
With cups filled, and the audience drawn and waiting before him, the old man shushes the music and the dancing, and the Vistani sit around the fire. The light dances across faces, shadows, light, shadows. The joy that was there seems to evaporate as the old man's face takes on a solemn look, almost haunted. You're each surprised at how fleeting happiness can be in the sudden vacuum left by it's absence.
The old man speaks, "My name is Stanimir. I'm am the humble elder to us Vistani here. We are a simple people, finding joy in the moments between the moments. Let me tell you a story, and then, may I beg of you, your help."
Stanimir fills his mouth with wine, then spits into the fire. The flames turn from orange to green. As they dance and sway, a dark shape appears in the bonfire's core.
"We come from an ancient land whose name is long forgotten-- a land of kings. Our enemies forced us from our homes, and now we wander the lost roads."
The dark shape in the fire takes form of a man being knocked from his horse, a spear piercing his side.
Stanimir continues, "One night, a wounded soldier staggered into our camp and collapsed. We nursed his terrible injury and quenched his thirst with wine. He survived. When we asked him who we was, he wouldn't say. All he wanted was to return home, but we were deep in the land of his enemies. We took him as one of our own and followed him back toward his homeland. His enemies hunted him. They said he was a prince, yet we didn't give him up, even when their assassins fell upon us like wolves."
Deep in the bonfire, you the dark figure standing with sword drawn, fighting off a host of shadowy shapes.
"This man of royal blood fought to protect us, as we protected him. We bore him safely to his home, and he thanked us. He said, 'I owe you my life. Stay as long as you wish, leave when you choose, and know that you will always be safe here.'"
The figure in the dancing fire vanquishes its final foe then disperses in a cloud of smoke and embers.
Stanimir's face is a somber mask, "A curse has befallen our noble prince, turning him into a tyrant. We alone have the power to leave his domain. We've traveled far and wide to find heroes such as yourselves to end our dread lord's curse and put his troubled soul to rest. Our people's leader, Madam Eva, knows all. Will you return to Barovia with us and speak with her? I know you may have many questions, but only Madam Eva can really provide the answers you seek."
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
"Be good story..." Meepo says with a bit of sadness in his tone. "Meepo wishes were brave adventurer so he go too..." With a sigh he gets up from his seat. "Be good with luck." He says to the group. "Meepo wishes come to, but no more than four adventurers, and must be brave, so Meepo no allowed..." he goes to leave the fire. He pauses at the edge of the fire, having had a thought. "Any need servant? Meepo good servant..."
"Pardon?" Aga looks towards Meepo.
In draconic,
"You could've fooled me, friend. Every kobold I have ever met has had the forge of a dragon inside them. That alone makes you more than a servant."
Meepo pauses and responds in Dracconic...
"That may be the truth of matters." Meepos says with a bit of preening. "The issue is that the wizard there said no more than four brave adventurers may go on this quest. Very few of the big folk see Meepo as brave. I would love to accompany you, but I fear that, if only four may go, Meepo will not be one of them."
Aga let's out a heavy, dramatic sigh. "You're going to make me say it, aren't you?" She smiles, turning back to Stanimir. "If what you are saying is grim as I am to believe that it is, wouldn't more than four people give us more than an edge to success? I personally don't see why he cannot come with us."
Mordekai says to the old man, "That's quite a story you tell. I've played the role and certainly claimed the title of 'Brave Hero' numerous times, and am all in favour of further proving myself worthy of such a title. But why only four? The little guy here is clearly under the impression that he's not invited because he would make it 5. And yet, he's the main reason I'm here. So tell me, how negotiable is your four-hero limit?"
(Persuasion check if needed: 14)
Mordekai | Tiefling Warlock/Bard (Lv.12) | Pizazz's Beyond
RavenloftAnnihilationStanimir looks solemly at the little kobold, "Oh, you all misunderstand. We had asked for four, in addition to Meepo here. The fates brought him to us, and I believe it was for a reason. Meepo, you are a part of this, should you choose to be."
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
"Can you tell us no more about this tyrant prince and his curse, or about his realm? Is the curse natural? How did he come by it? You ask us to come to a domain we cannot leave, but offer very little information or motivation." Olin frowns.