Erven straightens up and gathers his things afterward and says “I agree. We don’t want to keep Stanimir waiting too long. Let’s head back.” He sets off reversing their course head back into town and toward the Vistani wagon train and Stanimir.
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Everlie shrugs, stows his sword, readjusts the doll so it’s arms and head stick out of the sack it’s being carried in, and he follows the others. After a short bit he starts softly whistling a tune.
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You all watch as Talion curiously disappears for a moment, and you all see his ring fall to the ground. You watch for a moment or two before he appears again and picks up his ring. You just kind of look at each other, questions likely running amok in your minds... [Talion just a note, I clicked off your GR you just used on your character sheet].
You all retrace your steps 13.
............(10) with no issues whatsoever. You find your way back to the church and find Onyx, Ismark, and Irek sharpening pieces of the broken pews into points, setting them against the wall. When you pass by, Onyx is murmuring some prayers and dribbling some water around the perimeter of the building.
Looking at the sky, you have to hustle a bit to try to make it to the caravan. When you find it just outside of town, everything seems to be rolling slowly. You hear a cry and the caravan stops and Stanimir approaches.
"Ho adventurers! We did not know if you would make it. I am glad you did and our mission can continue. Who is this?"he asks, gesturing to Everlie.
Everlie dips his head in treating and wears a broad, friendly smile when it rises. "I am Everlie. I am a new... friend? Yes, friend seems appropriate. It seems I have offered up my sword to this group as our goals seem so similar..." Everlie's demeanor is friendly and honest, though there is a small bit of reserve to his words. He is of course aware of the Vistani, mostly by rumor and story though. And not all of them were kind. Everlie, however, is open minded and willing to wait and judge for himself...
"If you have room on your carts I could certainly use a bit of a breather. I suspect it is the same for all of us..."
Erven nods to Stanimir, “Many things have happened since we’ve seen you last. But we are ready to go with you, if you would have us again. You mentioned that we should see Madame Eva, I think we are ready now.”
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With a final look back at the town, Talion nods enthusiastically. "I won't miss this place." Memories of the house, Strahd, the Stranger, and the man from the carriage all blur in his mind unpleasantly.
"Is every town like this miserable dump?" he askes Stanimir, before quickly turning to Isven, "Your brother's hospitality aside, of course."
Bertolt stays quiet as they finish in the town, wanting to continue on to their next destination as much as the others. "We can only hope that is not going to be the case. This village was bad enough..."
Stanimir looks sidelong at Irek, as if trying to see something or noticing something, but shrugs. "Okay, we go to Madam Eva's camp. It's not too far, right on the banks of Tser Pool. But it is some way still, so get comfortable." He motions to his wagon, which is empty and for you.
With a final look back at the town, Talion nods enthusiastically. "I won't miss this place." Memories of the house, Strahd, the Stranger, and the man from the carriage all blur in his mind unpleasantly.
"Is every town like this miserable dump?" he askes Stanimir, before quickly turning to Isven, "Your brother's hospitality aside, of course."
Irek looks at you coldly. "This is my home, these people are all I know. I've never been to any other towns. I know you probably didn't mean it that way."
Talion stares at Irek for a moment. I hated my home for nearly twenty years, but this is worse. He grins, and slaps the man on the back, "No hard feelings! Just a bad few days, is all."
"But look! Soon you will see another town, and new people...make a new start." With any luck, better than mine. He glances at Bert, "Maybe ask the old man about life outside. He's full of tales of the wider world, and I'm sure he'd listen to whatever tales you have to tell."
With that he turns away and walks back to Stanimir, "Did you mention Tser Pool...I know that name from somewhere, what can you tell me about it?"
"Doru's book... Epic battle..." Everlie recalls and whispers softly, perhaps even too softly for Talion to hear but he definitely kept it too low for this Stanimir person - Everlie guessed Talion truly remembered and was just fishing.
Erven climbs into the wagon, getting things settled. As they get going he listens to the conversation and stares off into the distance, trying to understand the sequence of events that led them to this dark place.
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With that he turns away and walks back to Stanimir, "Did you mention Tser Pool...I know that name from somewhere, what can you tell me about it?"
“Eh? Tser Pool? Well not much to tell. The Falls crashes down and runs into the lake. That’s where Madame Eva’s encampment is. Lucky we’ll make it there before dark!”
You travel for several hours (Erven do you have Lucky Bear? Not sure if you have her or not) without incident and manage some rest along the way (short rest).
As dusk approaches, you suddenly hear some wild shouting but rather than the shouts of alarm that you’ve become accustomed to, it’s shouts of joy and happiness. Finally the wagon stops.
before you is a decent sized encampment with several covered wagons and perhaps a couple dozen Vistani. There are fires roaring, dancing, and general merry-making. There is music playing as well. The smell of roasted meat and wine hits your senses.
Stanimir turns to you all. “Welcome to the Tser Pond encampment! Be welcome here and enjoy yourselves. You are safe here giorgios!”
Bertolt reads or writes things most of the trip, stopping long enough tune his instruments incase there was a reason to play. Upon arriving at the encampment he steps out of the wagon and makes his way to where the smell of food is coming from. "We all deserve a good meal."
Erven nods to Stanimir, "Thank you for bringing us here. I think I will partake." Erven smiles at Stanimir and heads over to the fire, humming along with the tunes being played.
((Erven did not bring along Lucky Bear, rather he left him with Ismark, whom Lucky Bear seemed rather attached to.))
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Talion gets out of the wagon and looks around. He is still not sure what to make of these people: they all seem friendly but never answer his questions. At least we should be safe for the night.
He takes a deep breath and turns to Stanimir, "So, when do we meet Madame Eva?" He doesn't expect a straight answer, but it's what he most wants to know.
Sho climbs out of the wagon. He watches the fire and dancing from a distance, then pulls out a small prayerbook, palm-sized, leather bound. Flipping through the yellowed pages under the firelight, his brows still furrowed. Everything still feels... so far away. "She knows Irek." He says, pensive. "Perhaps she would know why Strahd has been paying special attention to him."
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Erven straightens up and gathers his things afterward and says “I agree. We don’t want to keep Stanimir waiting too long. Let’s head back.” He sets off reversing their course head back into town and toward the Vistani wagon train and Stanimir.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Everlie shrugs, stows his sword, readjusts the doll so it’s arms and head stick out of the sack it’s being carried in, and he follows the others. After a short bit he starts softly whistling a tune.
You all watch as Talion curiously disappears for a moment, and you all see his ring fall to the ground. You watch for a moment or two before he appears again and picks up his ring. You just kind of look at each other, questions likely running amok in your minds... [Talion just a note, I clicked off your GR you just used on your character sheet].
You all retrace your steps 13.
............(10) with no issues whatsoever. You find your way back to the church and find Onyx, Ismark, and Irek sharpening pieces of the broken pews into points, setting them against the wall. When you pass by, Onyx is murmuring some prayers and dribbling some water around the perimeter of the building.
Looking at the sky, you have to hustle a bit to try to make it to the caravan. When you find it just outside of town, everything seems to be rolling slowly. You hear a cry and the caravan stops and Stanimir approaches.
"Ho adventurers! We did not know if you would make it. I am glad you did and our mission can continue. Who is this?" he asks, gesturing to Everlie.
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Everlie dips his head in treating and wears a broad, friendly smile when it rises. "I am Everlie. I am a new... friend? Yes, friend seems appropriate. It seems I have offered up my sword to this group as our goals seem so similar..." Everlie's demeanor is friendly and honest, though there is a small bit of reserve to his words. He is of course aware of the Vistani, mostly by rumor and story though. And not all of them were kind. Everlie, however, is open minded and willing to wait and judge for himself...
"If you have room on your carts I could certainly use a bit of a breather. I suspect it is the same for all of us..."
Erven nods to Stanimir, “Many things have happened since we’ve seen you last. But we are ready to go with you, if you would have us again. You mentioned that we should see Madame Eva, I think we are ready now.”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
With a final look back at the town, Talion nods enthusiastically. "I won't miss this place." Memories of the house, Strahd, the Stranger, and the man from the carriage all blur in his mind unpleasantly.
"Is every town like this miserable dump?" he askes Stanimir, before quickly turning to Isven, "Your brother's hospitality aside, of course."
Bertolt stays quiet as they finish in the town, wanting to continue on to their next destination as much as the others. "We can only hope that is not going to be the case. This village was bad enough..."
Talion nods at Berthold's remark. "What I wouldn't give for a bit of sunlight on my face right now."
"It's funny...the things you take for granted. Even in winter, back...where I came from, the sun would sometimes break through the clouds."
Stanimir looks sidelong at Irek, as if trying to see something or noticing something, but shrugs. "Okay, we go to Madam Eva's camp. It's not too far, right on the banks of Tser Pool. But it is some way still, so get comfortable." He motions to his wagon, which is empty and for you.
Irek looks at you coldly. "This is my home, these people are all I know. I've never been to any other towns. I know you probably didn't mean it that way."
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Talion stares at Irek for a moment. I hated my home for nearly twenty years, but this is worse. He grins, and slaps the man on the back, "No hard feelings! Just a bad few days, is all."
"But look! Soon you will see another town, and new people...make a new start." With any luck, better than mine. He glances at Bert, "Maybe ask the old man about life outside. He's full of tales of the wider world, and I'm sure he'd listen to whatever tales you have to tell."
With that he turns away and walks back to Stanimir, "Did you mention Tser Pool...I know that name from somewhere, what can you tell me about it?"
"Doru's book... Epic battle..." Everlie recalls and whispers softly, perhaps even too softly for Talion to hear but he definitely kept it too low for this Stanimir person - Everlie guessed Talion truly remembered and was just fishing.
Talion's lips quirk slightly at the whisper as he waits for Stanimir's response.
Erven climbs into the wagon, getting things settled. As they get going he listens to the conversation and stares off into the distance, trying to understand the sequence of events that led them to this dark place.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
“Eh? Tser Pool? Well not much to tell. The Falls crashes down and runs into the lake. That’s where Madame Eva’s encampment is. Lucky we’ll make it there before dark!”
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
With a shrug and a glance at Everlie, Talion climbs aboard the wagon. "I guess we'll learn more when we get there."
You travel for several hours (Erven do you have Lucky Bear? Not sure if you have her or not) without incident and manage some rest along the way (short rest).
As dusk approaches, you suddenly hear some wild shouting but rather than the shouts of alarm that you’ve become accustomed to, it’s shouts of joy and happiness. Finally the wagon stops.
before you is a decent sized encampment with several covered wagons and perhaps a couple dozen Vistani. There are fires roaring, dancing, and general merry-making. There is music playing as well. The smell of roasted meat and wine hits your senses.
Stanimir turns to you all. “Welcome to the Tser Pond encampment! Be welcome here and enjoy yourselves. You are safe here giorgios!”
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Bertolt reads or writes things most of the trip, stopping long enough tune his instruments incase there was a reason to play. Upon arriving at the encampment he steps out of the wagon and makes his way to where the smell of food is coming from. "We all deserve a good meal."
Erven nods to Stanimir, "Thank you for bringing us here. I think I will partake." Erven smiles at Stanimir and heads over to the fire, humming along with the tunes being played.
((Erven did not bring along Lucky Bear, rather he left him with Ismark, whom Lucky Bear seemed rather attached to.))
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Talion gets out of the wagon and looks around. He is still not sure what to make of these people: they all seem friendly but never answer his questions. At least we should be safe for the night.
He takes a deep breath and turns to Stanimir, "So, when do we meet Madame Eva?" He doesn't expect a straight answer, but it's what he most wants to know.
Sho climbs out of the wagon. He watches the fire and dancing from a distance, then pulls out a small prayerbook, palm-sized, leather bound. Flipping through the yellowed pages under the firelight, his brows still furrowed. Everything still feels... so far away. "She knows Irek." He says, pensive. "Perhaps she would know why Strahd has been paying special attention to him."