"Ysabell, is this what ya were sensing? We need ta do anythin' with it?" Garmus asks, hoping she says she done. This whole place gives him the heebie jeebies. Not that he would ever admit that out loud of course.
Where the raven friend flew to, a voice is heard from the roof where it was. Where once a raven, was now a young woman in black robes, with a red sash. Her eyes were black, as was her hair, like the darkest night, wild, and untamed.
"That is the Shadow Crossing, the way to the Fell."
Eralynn startles, nearly dropping her sketchbook and reaching for her sword.
Ecko excitedly bounces up and down, furiously scrawling notes into the margins of a poor, random book he picked up somewhere. He would likely forget where he wrote them anyways. "A portal! To where - the Fell?" Ecko echoes in wonder. Did they have bakeries?
He ecstatically waves a hand towards the woman, waving a hand for Eralynn to calm down. "Ah! Thank goodness! People here - I was wondering if this place was like the golem workshop in Hupperdook. I swear, you couldn't tell if the people there were real or not. Nobody smiled either way!" He shakes his head and ruffles his shoulders. Right. No tangents. Not now. "Can you tell us where we are? What's here? Why there are pigs? Deformed bodies? I'm not judging, just curious why you stick around here. Who are you? What's going on?" Ecko rapidly rattles, curling a feathered finger for each question he had. A moment passes. Ecko jumps and readjusts his glasses. "Oh! And - most importantly of all - is there a bakery nearby?" Ecko speaks, voice enthused. It's difficult to keep up with the pace of his questions, especially considering all his words are borrowed from other people's speech.
Garmus startles a little when he hears the voice, he drives the shovel he's holding into the ground with irritation. "What in the nine hells!" He barks. "It's a bad idea ta sneak up on people like that ya...whatever the...whoever ya are!" He finishes, flustered.
"Ysabell, is this what ya were sensing? We need ta do anythin' with it?" Garmus asks, hoping she says she done. This whole place gives him the heebie jeebies. Not that he would ever admit that out loud of course.
"It is, though it appears that whatever magic is currently here is shut." Ysabell replied to the dwarf.
Where the raven friend flew to, a voice is heard from the roof where it was. Where once a raven, was now a young woman in black robes, with a red sash. Her eyes were black, as was her hair, like the darkest night, wild, and untamed.
"That is the Shadow Crossing, the way to the Fell."
At the appearance of of the young woman, Ysabell turned calmly towards her and asked, "Like my friend said: Who are you and why did you bring us here?" Though she did not act aggressively towards the woman, her Scythe seemed to be growing slowly in size and pulsing with an eerie sliverish light.
"Ah! Thank goodness! People here - I was wondering if this place was like the golem workshop in Hupperdook. I swear, you couldn't tell if the people there were real or not. Nobody smiled either way!" He shakes his head and ruffles his shoulders. Right. No tangents. Not now. "Can you tell us where we are? What's here? Why there are pigs? Deformed bodies? I'm not judging, just curious why you stick around here. Who are you? What's going on?" Ecko rapidly rattles, curling a feathered finger for each question he had. A moment passes. Ecko jumps and readjusts his glasses. "Oh! And - most importantly of all - is there a bakery nearby?"
At each question, the young woman was about to respond, only to be given another question. So, when you were done asking, she did her best to answer. As she talks, her mannerisms resemble a bird.
"Myself and seven others here are wereravens - we are the Scarlett Sash. I was the one who dropped the book on the young woman's head. Sorry about that, but I had to get your attention somehow. Our order is extremely secretive - I was chosen to try and find souls brave enough to help us. I will explain."
"This stone chalet was built for a wealthy noble named Baron Brantifax on a site chosen for its seclusion and scenic beauty. We do not know much about his family or his past, only that in the years following the baron’s death, the house fell prey to neglect, is abandoned, and allowed us to lay claim to it without dispute."
"We are guardians of this land. We detect, monitor, and fight undead that emerge from rifts to the Shadowfell called Shadow Crossings. What you are seeing under the grave is one just portal. I guided you here because we need your help. At midnight, the portal opens. There is a great evil past the threshold, one that we are unable to defeat. We have already lost so many of our kind. Beyond is a wight and his ghoul servants. Will you help us?"
"Ah! Thank goodness! People here - I was wondering if this place was like the golem workshop in Hupperdook. I swear, you couldn't tell if the people there were real or not. Nobody smiled either way!" He shakes his head and ruffles his shoulders. Right. No tangents. Not now. "Can you tell us where we are? What's here? Why there are pigs? Deformed bodies? I'm not judging, just curious why you stick around here. Who are you? What's going on?" Ecko rapidly rattles, curling a feathered finger for each question he had. A moment passes. Ecko jumps and readjusts his glasses. "Oh! And - most importantly of all - is there a bakery nearby?"
At each question, the young woman was about to respond, only to be given another question. So, when you were done asking, she did her best to answer. As she talks, her mannerisms resemble a bird.
"Myself and seven others here are wereravens - we are the Scarlett Sash. I was the one who dropped the book on the young woman's head. Sorry about that, but I had to get your attention somehow. Our order is extremely secretive - I was chosen to try and find souls brave enough to help us. I will explain."
"This stone chalet was built for a wealthy noble named Baron Brantifax on a site chosen for its seclusion and scenic beauty. We do not know much about his family or his past, only that in the years following the baron’s death, the house fell prey to neglect, is abandoned, and allowed us to lay claim to it without dispute."
"We are guardians of this land. We detect, monitor, and fight undead that emerge from rifts to the Shadowfell called Shadow Crossings. What you are seeing under the grave is one just portal. I guided you here because we need your help. At midnight, the portal opens. There is a great evil past the threshold, one that we are unable to defeat. We have already lost so many of our kind. Beyond is a wight and his ghoul servants. Will you help us?"
Ysabell's silver eyes seemed to glow with energy as the were-raveness spoke about their plight and the undead that haunted these lands. "I can not speak for the others, but it is my sworn vow to return the souls of the undead and those who would attempt to out wit Death and Fate to their proper judgements and rests. Let me know what you need to do and I shall assist in any way I can." Her Scythe - which was now at least Ysabell's size if not larger - was now shining in a strong silverish light. It's brightness caused little Nameless to poke his head out of his carrying case to meow in annoyance before burying himself back within his mobile home.
Raastin looks to Ysabell and shrugs. "Sure, why not?" he mutters, shuddering a bit. "I don't fancy tangling with the dead that walk, but if they need to be set straight, count me in."
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"Well, I'm already here so guess I'll be stayin' around ta help." Garmus grumbles, pulling the shovel out of the ground. "Are we leavin' this open or closin' it back up?" He asks, ready with the shovel.
Ecko excitedly claps at the mention of Wereravens, entirely disregarding the threat of undead. Wereravens were his people, and Ecko would take any opportunity to aid them. "Wereravens! I've met a few - Kenku share quite the few similarities. We meet often. I didn't know they existed in this - Faerun, was it? I would be more than happy to help you out!" Ecko excitedly babbles, mannerisms nearly identical to the woman's. He wracks his brain and watches Ysabell's curious reaction. Oh, right - Ysabell had something against undead. He jerkily tilts his head, much like the ravens above are. "But what's a wight?"
"I think we need to follow her lead on this. The Shadowfell is a dangerous place that should not be entered recklessly." Then turning to the woman, she continued, "Can you share anything more about the portal and crossing over as well as what we might expect? Also do you have a name? I am Ysabell, Daughter of Death and Balancer of Fate."
"The portal opens at midnight, and takes you to a shadowy version of this plane. There, you will find a mausoleum housing the undead horrors of the Wight named Drovath. I am Vinique. Please be careful. The Scarlett Sash would honor you as friends should you succeed."
"Ysabell, is this what ya were sensing? We need ta do anythin' with it?" Garmus asks, hoping she says she done. This whole place gives him the heebie jeebies. Not that he would ever admit that out loud of course.
Where the raven friend flew to, a voice is heard from the roof where it was. Where once a raven, was now a young woman in black robes, with a red sash. Her eyes were black, as was her hair, like the darkest night, wild, and untamed.
"That is the Shadow Crossing, the way to the Fell."
Eralynn startles, nearly dropping her sketchbook and reaching for her sword.
Ecko excitedly bounces up and down, furiously scrawling notes into the margins of a poor, random book he picked up somewhere. He would likely forget where he wrote them anyways. "A portal! To where - the Fell?" Ecko echoes in wonder. Did they have bakeries?
He ecstatically waves a hand towards the woman, waving a hand for Eralynn to calm down. "Ah! Thank goodness! People here - I was wondering if this place was like the golem workshop in Hupperdook. I swear, you couldn't tell if the people there were real or not. Nobody smiled either way!" He shakes his head and ruffles his shoulders. Right. No tangents. Not now. "Can you tell us where we are? What's here? Why there are pigs? Deformed bodies? I'm not judging, just curious why you stick around here. Who are you? What's going on?" Ecko rapidly rattles, curling a feathered finger for each question he had. A moment passes. Ecko jumps and readjusts his glasses. "Oh! And - most importantly of all - is there a bakery nearby?" Ecko speaks, voice enthused. It's difficult to keep up with the pace of his questions, especially considering all his words are borrowed from other people's speech.
Garmus startles a little when he hears the voice, he drives the shovel he's holding into the ground with irritation. "What in the nine hells!" He barks. "It's a bad idea ta sneak up on people like that ya...whatever the...whoever ya are!" He finishes, flustered.
"It is, though it appears that whatever magic is currently here is shut." Ysabell replied to the dwarf.
At the appearance of of the young woman, Ysabell turned calmly towards her and asked, "Like my friend said: Who are you and why did you bring us here?" Though she did not act aggressively towards the woman, her Scythe seemed to be growing slowly in size and pulsing with an eerie sliverish light.
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"Ah! Thank goodness! People here - I was wondering if this place was like the golem workshop in Hupperdook. I swear, you couldn't tell if the people there were real or not. Nobody smiled either way!" He shakes his head and ruffles his shoulders. Right. No tangents. Not now. "Can you tell us where we are? What's here? Why there are pigs? Deformed bodies? I'm not judging, just curious why you stick around here. Who are you? What's going on?" Ecko rapidly rattles, curling a feathered finger for each question he had. A moment passes. Ecko jumps and readjusts his glasses. "Oh! And - most importantly of all - is there a bakery nearby?"
At each question, the young woman was about to respond, only to be given another question. So, when you were done asking, she did her best to answer. As she talks, her mannerisms resemble a bird.
"Myself and seven others here are wereravens - we are the Scarlett Sash. I was the one who dropped the book on the young woman's head. Sorry about that, but I had to get your attention somehow. Our order is extremely secretive - I was chosen to try and find souls brave enough to help us. I will explain."
"This stone chalet was built for a wealthy noble named Baron Brantifax on a site chosen for its seclusion and scenic beauty. We do not know much about his family or his past, only that in the years following the baron’s death, the house fell prey to neglect, is abandoned, and allowed us to lay claim to it without dispute."
"We are guardians of this land. We detect, monitor, and fight undead that emerge from rifts to the Shadowfell called Shadow Crossings. What you are seeing under the grave is one just portal. I guided you here because we need your help. At midnight, the portal opens. There is a great evil past the threshold, one that we are unable to defeat. We have already lost so many of our kind. Beyond is a wight and his ghoul servants. Will you help us?"
Ysabell's silver eyes seemed to glow with energy as the were-raveness spoke about their plight and the undead that haunted these lands. "I can not speak for the others, but it is my sworn vow to return the souls of the undead and those who would attempt to out wit Death and Fate to their proper judgements and rests. Let me know what you need to do and I shall assist in any way I can." Her Scythe - which was now at least Ysabell's size if not larger - was now shining in a strong silverish light. It's brightness caused little Nameless to poke his head out of his carrying case to meow in annoyance before burying himself back within his mobile home.
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Raastin looks to Ysabell and shrugs. "Sure, why not?" he mutters, shuddering a bit. "I don't fancy tangling with the dead that walk, but if they need to be set straight, count me in."
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
"Well, I'm already here so guess I'll be stayin' around ta help." Garmus grumbles, pulling the shovel out of the ground. "Are we leavin' this open or closin' it back up?" He asks, ready with the shovel.
Ecko excitedly claps at the mention of Wereravens, entirely disregarding the threat of undead. Wereravens were his people, and Ecko would take any opportunity to aid them. "Wereravens! I've met a few - Kenku share quite the few similarities. We meet often. I didn't know they existed in this - Faerun, was it? I would be more than happy to help you out!" Ecko excitedly babbles, mannerisms nearly identical to the woman's. He wracks his brain and watches Ysabell's curious reaction. Oh, right - Ysabell had something against undead. He jerkily tilts his head, much like the ravens above are. "But what's a wight?"
Eralynn scribbles, Wights are intelligent undead humanoids that resemble armed and armored corpses.
"Can it feel the bite of my axe?" Garmus asks.
Eralynn nodded enthusiastically.
"That's all that matters." Garmus says, turning to Ysabell. "You know the most about dead things, what's the plan?"
"I think we need to follow her lead on this. The Shadowfell is a dangerous place that should not be entered recklessly." Then turning to the woman, she continued, "Can you share anything more about the portal and crossing over as well as what we might expect? Also do you have a name? I am Ysabell, Daughter of Death and Balancer of Fate."
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"The portal opens at midnight, and takes you to a shadowy version of this plane. There, you will find a mausoleum housing the undead horrors of the Wight named Drovath. I am Vinique. Please be careful. The Scarlett Sash would honor you as friends should you succeed."
"Hey, what do ya know about the pigs? Why are there pigs here?" Garmus asks, resting on the shovel again.
"I apologize about the porcine distraction. The other ravens were trying to get your attention. Nothing more. They like to play jokes."
Eralynn looked back at Garmus and the portal. Feeling a little better, but still unnerved with this place, she wondered what everyone wanted to do.
"I suppose we should wait till the appointed hour then. Is it alright if we stay in the house until then?" Ysabell asked Vinique
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