Aranna was following after the others. Rangiel's enthusiasm makes even her a little bit nervous, although she's still excited. She just knows that it will be dangerous, and isn't really looking forward to that, per se. Of course, hearing Valanthe speaks, she takes the time to correct them, along with Deroc.
"Barovia. Ba-ro-vi-a. Repeat after me."
(OOC: I was ninja'd, but my post still makes sense, thankfully.)
"Ready as I'll ever be," Emre sidles up alongside the others. "I've been thinking. Whether it's a good omen or bad omen, it doesn't really matter so much. It's an omen, and it's clear to me the gods want us following this path."
Rangiel noticed the looks of concern pointed his direction and said, "Sorry, it's been a while since I was actually on an adventure, so I'm a bit excited." He let out a nervous chuckle as the looks directed at him died down.
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Avast ye mainster! Timber me portside and buckleswash the poopdeck!
"Oh, my hair? Yes, it's a shame, not all of us are blessed with the Dark Maiden's silver hair - I need a touch up, it seems... but later, for we have evil to smite in Her name! The gods are calling us to save Ireena from the evil in Barovia!" She smiles, takes a step back from Deroc and starts marching down the road in the direction the traveler had mentioned Barovia is.
Then over her shoulder she cries out, almost a skip to her step, "By the way, how far is this Bavoria anyways?"
"Let us move onwards then. We haven't a moment to lose!" Rangiel said as he fell in behind Valanthe and Erme. "I wonder if we will be fighting any monster on the way to Barovia" He thought to himself, under his breath.
(OOC: I'm thinking of giving him a slight germanic accent. Like: Vonderful!, etc.)
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Avast ye mainster! Timber me portside and buckleswash the poopdeck!
"The journey to Barovia is long and miserably cold. And it rains, too. Cloaks soaked, you continue on through the thick mud. Several of you have already tripped on tree roots hidden by the fog. Finally, you reach the gates of Barovia. The gates are made of sinister black steel. As soon as you reach them, the swing open as if ghostly hands were pushing them open. Continuing on, you catch the faint scent of death in the air."
Devious serpent folk devoid of compassion, yuan-ti manipulate other creatures by arousing their doubts, evoking their fears, and elevating and crushing their hopes. From remote temples in jungles, swamps, and deserts, the yuan-ti plot to supplant and dominate all other races and to make themselves gods.
Byllemura whispers to Thpas: "This place gives me the creeps already." Feeling a chill down her spine, "I'm freezing... I suppose we should find a place to stay and ask where we can find the burgomaster, right?"
Looking to Emre, "I know that smell, unfortunately, should we find its source? It's never a good sign to smell death on an open road. Let us follow the scent and investigate." Not really waiting for a response from Emre or the others, Valanthe seeks the source of the smell { Perception/Survival 3 }, and brings her shield down to her arm and unsheathes her longsword.
"I do not like this place." Rangiel said, his enthusiasm quelled due to the sudden eerie and sinister feeling in the air. "It feels like something is watching us..."He added as he reached for his scimitar in preparation for a possible battle.
"Come now Byllemura, you don't find this chill exhilarating"? With a smile, Thpas Reaches his arms out and turns his face to the sky as if to welcome each droplet that falls across his face. Seeing that Byllemura is decidedly not impressed with the current weather patterns, he unclips his cape, and drapes it over her shoulders. "I know it's not much, but I hope it helps. I keep forgetting your blood doesn't run quite as hot as your forebears. Truthfully I half expected to witness steam rising from the raindrops that claim your presence, ha! Something I'll get used to, I suppose."
Thpas takes a measured leap with both feet, hoping to find a puddle to splash next to Deroc.
>squish< The unsatisfying sound of soft mud and twigs underfoot. Trying to recover from this (poorly) he calls out "Valanthe, wait up. You've drawn your weapon. Was there a chipmunk over there that didn't skitter to your liking?"
"Do not joke about one's cautiousness, Thpas. I did once, and I still regret it to this very day. Valanthe's being on guard means she knows something might be wrong." Rangiel said as he slowly drew his scimitar and readied his shield.
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Avast ye mainster! Timber me portside and buckleswash the poopdeck!
"...This is not what I signed up for, but I'm excited all the same. And at the same time... a little bit nervous." Aranna smiles. You can sense a glitter in her eye, although whether it is of fear or excitement, you can't be sure. Perhaps it's just as she says, and it is both.
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Aranna was following after the others. Rangiel's enthusiasm makes even her a little bit nervous, although she's still excited. She just knows that it will be dangerous, and isn't really looking forward to that, per se. Of course, hearing Valanthe speaks, she takes the time to correct them, along with Deroc.
"Barovia. Ba-ro-vi-a. Repeat after me."
(OOC: I was ninja'd, but my post still makes sense, thankfully.)
"Ready as I'll ever be," Emre sidles up alongside the others. "I've been thinking. Whether it's a good omen or bad omen, it doesn't really matter so much. It's an omen, and it's clear to me the gods want us following this path."
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Rangiel noticed the looks of concern pointed his direction and said, "Sorry, it's been a while since I was actually on an adventure, so I'm a bit excited." He let out a nervous chuckle as the looks directed at him died down.
Avast ye mainster! Timber me portside and buckleswash the poopdeck!
Byllemura steps out of the tavern, hood over her head, her quarterstaff in her left hand. "Shall we?"
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"Oh, my hair? Yes, it's a shame, not all of us are blessed with the Dark Maiden's silver hair - I need a touch up, it seems... but later, for we have evil to smite in Her name! The gods are calling us to save Ireena from the evil in Barovia!" She smiles, takes a step back from Deroc and starts marching down the road in the direction the traveler had mentioned Barovia is.
Then over her shoulder she cries out, almost a skip to her step, "By the way, how far is this Bavoria anyways?"
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"The ***** said 5 miles, did he not?"
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"Excellent! We'll be there before midday then. Come on, Erme, let's do what we do - save some lives and prepare others for your lord."
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"Let us move onwards then. We haven't a moment to lose!" Rangiel said as he fell in behind Valanthe and Erme. "I wonder if we will be fighting any monster on the way to Barovia" He thought to himself, under his breath.
(OOC: I'm thinking of giving him a slight germanic accent. Like: Vonderful!, etc.)
Avast ye mainster! Timber me portside and buckleswash the poopdeck!
Thpas, wide eyed, and amazed by its brilliance of color, takes in all the beauty he's found the material plane has to offer.
(OOC: Perception 12 this is a subtle check to see of we are being watched or followed)
, "indeedly so, great wealth and treasures await us on our quest" bellows out therfice as he picks up the letter
And walks out the door, shortsword in hand
(OOC: I might not be on for a while... Computer's acting up, gettin it fixed.)
Avast ye mainster! Timber me portside and buckleswash the poopdeck!
Devious serpent folk devoid of compassion, yuan-ti manipulate other creatures by arousing their doubts, evoking their fears, and elevating and crushing their hopes. From remote temples in jungles, swamps, and deserts, the yuan-ti plot to supplant and dominate all other races and to make themselves gods.
Byllemura whispers to Thpas: "This place gives me the creeps already." Feeling a chill down her spine, "I'm freezing... I suppose we should find a place to stay and ask where we can find the burgomaster, right?"
PbP: Curse of Strahd: In the Shadow of Ravenloft - Byllemura Ziasebek, Tiefling Sorceress (4)
Looking to Emre, "I know that smell, unfortunately, should we find its source? It's never a good sign to smell death on an open road. Let us follow the scent and investigate." Not really waiting for a response from Emre or the others, Valanthe seeks the source of the smell { Perception/Survival 3 }, and brings her shield down to her arm and unsheathes her longsword.
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Core City: APbPA - Ormond, Human Twilight Cleric
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"This is a sign," says Emre in response to Valanthe's question. "It seems like an unnatural death..."
Insight check as to the nature of this smell of death, as she tries to attune her senses: 20
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"I do not like this place." Rangiel said, his enthusiasm quelled due to the sudden eerie and sinister feeling in the air. "It feels like something is watching us..." He added as he reached for his scimitar in preparation for a possible battle.
Avast ye mainster! Timber me portside and buckleswash the poopdeck!
"Come now Byllemura, you don't find this chill exhilarating"? With a smile, Thpas Reaches his arms out and turns his face to the sky as if to welcome each droplet that falls across his face. Seeing that Byllemura is decidedly not impressed with the current weather patterns, he unclips his cape, and drapes it over her shoulders. "I know it's not much, but I hope it helps. I keep forgetting your blood doesn't run quite as hot as your forebears. Truthfully I half expected to witness steam rising from the raindrops that claim your presence, ha! Something I'll get used to, I suppose."
Thpas takes a measured leap with both feet, hoping to find a puddle to splash next to Deroc.
>squish< The unsatisfying sound of soft mud and twigs underfoot. Trying to recover from this (poorly) he calls out "Valanthe, wait up. You've drawn your weapon. Was there a chipmunk over there that didn't skitter to your liking?"
"Do not joke about one's cautiousness, Thpas. I did once, and I still regret it to this very day. Valanthe's being on guard means she knows something might be wrong." Rangiel said as he slowly drew his scimitar and readied his shield.
Avast ye mainster! Timber me portside and buckleswash the poopdeck!
"...This is not what I signed up for, but I'm excited all the same. And at the same time... a little bit nervous." Aranna smiles. You can sense a glitter in her eye, although whether it is of fear or excitement, you can't be sure. Perhaps it's just as she says, and it is both.