As the others are oohing and aahing at the tale, or look into the woods with fear, you see a quite different reaction from Erven, progressive, seething anger and irritation. He stands up, pacing during the tale, hands moving constantly, and if you looked close, a fine high frequency tremor of his hand. Toward the end he pulls out his dagger and throws it with significant force into one of the larger logs at the edge of the fire, a move that looks well practiced and commonplace to him. Obviously the tale of a family and friends progressively picked off and killed, turned into undead abominations is unsettling to him.
“Those unnatural things that do this should be hunted down and killed, ended for all time. Whatever it takes.” the words come out in an almost growling fashion.
"Easier said than done, my friend..." Everlie says from his seat, thinking it best not to approach the man already on edge. "But we are working on it. Us, together. We will get it done. Not as quick as we like, but it shall be done..."
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"If I were a younger man I would think such tales are nothing more then a way to keep children from being mischievous. Now after many years of learning and my experiences here I have no doubt that such monsters exist.... It appears if we continue to be caught in Strahd's machinations we must be prepared."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Reena's eyes are clear and focused. She asks if you have any other questions to ask.
Talion nods, "So factions then...within the Vistani? That right? Some in town seemed less welcoming than your ... ah ... clan?" He looks around the clearing and smiles, looking for confirmation.
Taking a moment to peruse the food he looks up and adds, "And some of the non-vistani did not seem aware of the distinction." He select a small pie, and pops it into his mouth to give himself time to think. "It is good to be back among friends."
Eventually he looks back at Reena, "You still not have answered what it is that you hope to gain from us? Stanimir spoke of lifting a curse...if recent event are anything to go by, that only happens one way."
Reena's eyes are clear and focused. She asks if you have any other questions to ask.
Talion nods, "So factions then...within the Vistani? That right? Some in town seemed less welcoming than your ... ah ... clan?" He looks around the clearing and smiles, looking for confirmation.
Taking a moment to peruse the food he looks up and adds, "And some of the non-vistani did not seem aware of the distinction." He select a small pie, and pops it into his mouth to give himself time to think. "It is good to be back among friends."
Eventually he looks back at Reena, "You still not have answered what it is that you hope to gain from us? Stanimir spoke of lifting a curse...if recent event are anything to go by, that only happens one way."
Reena's eyes widen and she spits on the ground, "Mortu!" she exclaims. Any who hear her also do the same thing. "They are scum. You should stay away from them. And never, ever give them anything - they will use it against you!" You feel a terrible feeling in your belly as she says this, as you remember giving one of the women your fingernail....
She smiles, "Many of these people don't seem to be aware of much...or haven't you noticed? They are trapped here, just like you!" She claps you on the back. She looks you over, "Hmm, might as well show off your tan while you can, eh? Not much sun to keep it here. Welcome to your new home!" She laughs heartily.
Reena looks at you quizzically and laughs, "What could we gain from you, georgio? Hmmm? Stanimir....hmm, well, some believe there is a curse that keeps this place the way it is. Some think it can be lifted, or destroyed. Stanimir believes in prophecy, in fate - you'd be a fool not to, eh? Maybe you need to go see Eva - she can help you decipher what the Threads of Fate have in store for you."
Talion closes his eyes, thinking. Same mumbo-jumbo. Fate. Eva. Curse. I'm not going to get anything from them until we meet Eva.
He opens his eyes, weariness plain, "That's why Stanimir brought us -- to see Madame Eva, but she's apparently quite elusive." He looks around at the assembled revellers then back to Reena. "I was hoping to learn where you stand. What you want from us. Whether you would stand with us in ... in whatever we must do. But if you don't wish to duscuss that, perhaps you can tell me what to do if these...Mortu..." he makes an effort to spit as they did, "...happen to have some of my fingernails?"
Reena shrugs. "That's her wagon over there. Be careful, she is a very powerful seer, though you might not like what she sees." She points to a blue fabric-covered wagon perhaps 50 feet away (you're all central by the fire). "We stay out of the way. We want nothing, nor need anything, from you." She shakes her head at the mention of the Mortu and the body parts. "I am sorry but it's likely they have passed it along to the one they serve. Most of the time, such things can be combined with magics to spy or curse." She smiles.
Erven looks to Talion and says “I look forward to hearing what she can tell us. I hope our trip has not been in vain.” With a nod and acknowledgement to Reena, Erven begins to walk over to the blue wagon.
Everlie listens to most of this but is still more than willing to just enjoy his time with these people. He hadn't known they were coming looking for assistance and, in truth, never would have suspected there would be any forthcoming. He's lived in these lands too long, there is scant little help offered to anyone, each must do for themselves or those closest to them. Still, Everlie is quick to get a refill and watches the others to see if we're all going to see this Eva or not...
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Talion bows slightly, then glances at Sho at the others, considering. He wants to make his way to the wagon, but for better or worse their fates are bound -- assuming he even believes in fate. He watches as the skittish elf makes his way to the wagon. Always better with backup.
Walking up to Sho, he nods in the direction of the wagon. "Perhaps it's time to get some answers...Madame Eva's wagon is over there..." He does the rounds of the revellers, looking for Bert and finally Everlie. "Erven's off to Madame Eva, best we accompany him, I think."
With a final glance at the crowds, he hurries along to catch up with Erven on his way to the wagon.
As the others are oohing and aahing at the tale, or look into the woods with fear, you see a quite different reaction from Erven, progressive, seething anger and irritation. He stands up, pacing during the tale, hands moving constantly, and if you looked close, a fine high frequency tremor of his hand. Toward the end he pulls out his dagger and throws it with significant force into one of the larger logs at the edge of the fire, a move that looks well practiced and commonplace to him. Obviously the tale of a family and friends progressively picked off and killed, turned into undead abominations is unsettling to him.
“Those unnatural things that do this should be hunted down and killed, ended for all time. Whatever it takes.” the words come out in an almost growling fashion.
"Easier said than done, my friend..." Everlie says from his seat, thinking it best not to approach the man already on edge. "But we are working on it. Us, together. We will get it done. Not as quick as we like, but it shall be done..."
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
"If I were a younger man I would think such tales are nothing more then a way to keep children from being mischievous. Now after many years of learning and my experiences here I have no doubt that such monsters exist.... It appears if we continue to be caught in Strahd's machinations we must be prepared."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Talion nods, "So factions then...within the Vistani? That right? Some in town seemed less welcoming than your ... ah ... clan?" He looks around the clearing and smiles, looking for confirmation.
Taking a moment to peruse the food he looks up and adds, "And some of the non-vistani did not seem aware of the distinction." He select a small pie, and pops it into his mouth to give himself time to think. "It is good to be back among friends."
Eventually he looks back at Reena, "You still not have answered what it is that you hope to gain from us? Stanimir spoke of lifting a curse...if recent event are anything to go by, that only happens one way."
Reena's eyes widen and she spits on the ground, "Mortu!" she exclaims. Any who hear her also do the same thing. "They are scum. You should stay away from them. And never, ever give them anything - they will use it against you!" You feel a terrible feeling in your belly as she says this, as you remember giving one of the women your fingernail....
She smiles, "Many of these people don't seem to be aware of much...or haven't you noticed? They are trapped here, just like you!" She claps you on the back. She looks you over, "Hmm, might as well show off your tan while you can, eh? Not much sun to keep it here. Welcome to your new home!" She laughs heartily.
Reena looks at you quizzically and laughs, "What could we gain from you, georgio? Hmmm? Stanimir....hmm, well, some believe there is a curse that keeps this place the way it is. Some think it can be lifted, or destroyed. Stanimir believes in prophecy, in fate - you'd be a fool not to, eh? Maybe you need to go see Eva - she can help you decipher what the Threads of Fate have in store for you."
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 closes his eyes, thinking. Same mumbo-jumbo. Fate. Eva. Curse. I'm not going to get anything from them until we meet Eva.
He opens his eyes, weariness plain, "That's why Stanimir brought us -- to see Madame Eva, but she's apparently quite elusive." He looks around at the assembled revellers then back to Reena. "I was hoping to learn where you stand. What you want from us. Whether you would stand with us in ... in whatever we must do. But if you don't wish to duscuss that, perhaps you can tell me what to do if these...Mortu..." he makes an effort to spit as they did, "...happen to have some of my fingernails?"
Reena shrugs. "That's her wagon over there. Be careful, she is a very powerful seer, though you might not like what she sees." She points to a blue fabric-covered wagon perhaps 50 feet away (you're all central by the fire). "We stay out of the way. We want nothing, nor need anything, from you." She shakes her head at the mention of the Mortu and the body parts. "I am sorry but it's likely they have passed it along to the one they serve. Most of the time, such things can be combined with magics to spy or curse." She smiles.
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
Erven looks to Talion and says “I look forward to hearing what she can tell us. I hope our trip has not been in vain.” With a nod and acknowledgement to Reena, Erven begins to walk over to the blue wagon.
Everlie listens to most of this but is still more than willing to just enjoy his time with these people. He hadn't known they were coming looking for assistance and, in truth, never would have suspected there would be any forthcoming. He's lived in these lands too long, there is scant little help offered to anyone, each must do for themselves or those closest to them. Still, Everlie is quick to get a refill and watches the others to see if we're all going to see this Eva or not...
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
Talion bows slightly, then glances at Sho at the others, considering. He wants to make his way to the wagon, but for better or worse their fates are bound -- assuming he even believes in fate. He watches as the skittish elf makes his way to the wagon. Always better with backup.
Walking up to Sho, he nods in the direction of the wagon. "Perhaps it's time to get some answers...Madame Eva's wagon is over there..." He does the rounds of the revellers, looking for Bert and finally Everlie. "Erven's off to Madame Eva, best we accompany him, I think."
With a final glance at the crowds, he hurries along to catch up with Erven on his way to the wagon.
Bertolt grabs his pack and moves to follow after the others as the go toward Madam Eva's wagon, giving his thanks to those they had been sitting with.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Erven goes up and opens the door to Madam Eva’s wagon, curious about what awaits them inside.
(( Cue another Scooby moment ))