" This came from no ground that I have hunted " Salman scrapes off the mud from his glove. "It seems our soldier (Gideon) is right. We have to enter the den of the beast and see what it is. I prefer foxes, but this one… smells like owlbear."
@Ray-my
The ranger raises his head. He sees the tabaxi and blinks his eyes. " Upright cat? The surface is filled with strange creatures. Hey kitten, what are you doing here?"
" This came from no ground that I have hunted " Salman scrapes off the mud from his glove. "It seems our soldier (Gideon) is right. We have to enter the den of the beast and see what it is. I prefer foxes, but this one… smells like owlbear."
@Ray-my
The ranger raises his head. He sees the tabaxi and blinks his eyes. " Upright cat? The surface is filled with strange creatures. Hey kitten, what are you doing here?"
"Finding clues and mysteries," Ray-my says, ignoring the kitten comment. "It seems like I found the right place."
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I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
The fog spills out of the forest to swallow up the road behind you. Ahead, jutting from the woods on both sides of the road, are high stone buttresses looming gray in the fog. Huge iron gates hang on the stone work. Dew clings with cold tenacity to the rusted bars. Two headless statues of armed guardians flank the gate. Their heads now lying in the weeds at your feet. They greet you with silence.
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@Ray-my
"Wow! Then you are a detective like the one in the bard's song? Good. You can come with us. Our new employer seems desperate and wealthy. You might get your own share, my friend!" Salman laughs and friendly pads Ray-me's shoulder.
@others
Then the dark elf whispers to companions. "The cat has a death wish. And we want someone to stand between the beast and our skin. If he wants to waste his life, let him waste for us then"
Next morning
Salman looks up at the gate and frowns.He isn't a social one in the party. So the ranger decides to let others knock on the door and say hello.The sunlight stings his eyes and skin. But the heavy mist mitigates it. Salman keeps his eyes on the woods on both sides of the road and listens to the sounds,preparing for an ambush if there is one.
Vur's unease grows with almost every step, putting himself on heightened alert. Vur might not be the best spokesperson for the group, but he has the bravery to be the one to speak up.
After a knock "HELLO! I am Vur, my companions and I were asked to come here to your land by Kolyan Indirovich. How may we be granted entry to Barovia?"
Gideon had been one of the first to rise early the next morning, his gear packed and ready to go. On one shoulder his raven slept, head tucked under a wing. It protested whenever Gideon's movement rocked it from its comfortable position.
The fighter rested one hand on his sword hilt, while he waited for any response to Vur's knocking.
Evrik watches carefully from the edge of the wood. He turns to look down the path they'd used to arrive here, yet the forest and the fog that rolled in seemed to have swallowed the way behind. He didn't like that the group was traveling with what looked like a dark elf, his time in the underdark had cost him. The gloom began to creep in and he could almost hear the voices. He pushed it aside. The others... hopefully they made it out. One moment he was there fighting along side of them, the next standing in some tomb with only part of the group. He'd come to that little town hoping to find some trace of them but wound up consoling himself with drink yet again. Until the stranger walked in. A possible path to find what he sought?
Evrik had listened carefully, quietly, in the tavern last night. The others drawing far more attention than he cared to do. Ear to the ground, that was how to find what he was after. But with this fog closing in, and the gates ahead, it seems the shadows have done all that they can for now. The fog thickened and already it worried him.
A stocky dwarf walks up towards the others "Good day fellow travelers," he begins. The man carries himself well, but his deep blue eyes stared a little too distant. His pale green cloak was pulled over his head but his long braided beard flowed cleanly out and over his chest. "Forgive my intrusion, but I followed you from town." He eyed the drow looking man but tried to hold his composure. "Last night," he pointed up to the half-orc, "when Vur there read the letter. I knew I had to assist. But," he hesitated and looked toward the drow, "well... I wanted to be a little more sure of the company. It seems you all at least have either the bravery, or maybe idiocy, not sure yet, to come this far." Evrik relaxed a little as he paused with the others to listen for an answer to the knock. His voice got a little lower. "I owe a fried a great debt, one that cannot be repaid, but this letter," a visible sadness came over him, "well, I must try to help."
"I am Evrik Gorunnson, of Hytoppe. I offer my services such as they are if you'll have me to try to assist the good people of the village beyond that door."
Nobody answers Vur. Then, with a grinding creak the gate swings inward allowing access to Barovia. Suddenly! a murder of crows flies over your heads from behind you through the gate, cawing loudly. You swear that it almost sounds like their saying, "Damned! Damned!"
"WHAT THE #311." Vur yells as the crows fly out. He looks to the group, and takes a deep breath, "Ok." Vur lets out the deep breath, "No turning back after this." and I take a step into the gate, gripping his bow, and putting his free hand on an arrow. As I walk in I go slowly and continue to talk to who ever might be there to listen. "Again, as I said before I am Vur, a monster hunter of sorts, and these are my companions.... Evrik is new to us,... but within the short time of meeting he seems to be a good man... The old human is called Gideon an old warrior... Salman is the younger man... he might seem narrow minded at times and forget his toung more than one should... And the Tabaxi is Ray-my... I know they are a rare sight... As I said we are hear to help with someone's wife... Do you by chance know Kolyan Indirovich?" He will continue to ramble pausing ever few seconds, waiting on a responce of some type.
"The birds…They are not singing" Salman mutters inwardly. The ranger loads his crossbow under the cloak.
@Evrik
When Evrik appears from the wood, his hand snaps like a venom serpent, pointing his crossbow at the dwarf. Salman's eyes and bolt aim at Evrik's forehead as the cleric introduces himself, and doesn't move a bit as he finishes talking. The dark elf looks into the deep blue eyes of the dwarf. He shoots a glance at his companions. After a short pause, " Well met Evrik " he lowers his arm. " And welcome to the party. Since I am a nondrinker, you can have my ale if our client would hold a feast for…" BeforeSalman finishes his word, a flock of crows flies over their head, he tries to shoot them down reflexively then the memory halts his finger. Killing the animal on the employer's crest isn't a good omen. " Bloody hell… " He swears. "Bloody nine hells!"
One by one you pass through the gate into Barovia. As the last of you passes through, the gate swings shut.
Before you lies the road to your destination. To either side are towering trees whose tops are lost in the heavy gray mist that blocks out all but a death gray light. The tree trunks are unnaturally close o each other, and the woods have the silence of a forgotten grave, yet exude the feeling of an unvoiced scream.
" I hate this place. I can smell death everywhere! It reminds me too much of… " Salman bites his lips as if he is afraid of uttering the name. The Underdark. The ranger stares at the wood, the road and heavy liquid like mist covering them all.
@Vur
" Vur!" The dark elf calls out to the half orc. " What does the letter say about the village? Tell me there is a detailed location on it. I really don't want to wander about this forest to find a place we don't even know it's name."
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Perched unobtrusively on one of the fallen heads is a slight figure wrapped up in an earth colored cloak and wearing a brown, broad brimmed hat. They calmly watch the party approach, puffing contentedly on a briar pipe; blowing a smoke-ring now and again. Not much can be seen of the figure but a discerning eye could tell he (it is male) is one of the small people better know to most folk as Halfings, though there are those who would call them supper, but that is a fight of another sort.
"Good day, friends. I am Jingles and I have been awaiting your arrival as the is a rumor that you dare to pass these gates. I would join you if I may." He stands up to his full height, all of three feet and a wee bit more, sweeps off his hat in a graceful bow, pipe still firmly clenched in his teeth. "I can dance on the wings of a butterfly and am able to ghost through doors what don't want to open." He winks, "Also, I am a fair maidens dream."
Now that Jingles is standing it can be seen that he wears studded leather armour, has a sheathed short sword, a hand crossbow and daggers seemingly stuck everywhere.
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Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
A dark memory haunts Evrik's mind as the gates open and the crows fly overhead cawing. He hears screaming in the distance... or so he thought but realizes the others are simply talking to him. At least, it seems so.
"Glad to meet you Vur," Evrik replies and looks toward the others, "And you all." Initially Evrik assumed the worst as Salman targeted him but as Salman speaks, Evrik is taken pleasantly taken aback and moves towards Salman, cautiously but with hope. "You sir are not what I expected. I must be truthful with you. You remind me of the Drow which hunted me and my companions. I was lucky to escape, but," his thoughts darkened, "all were not." Evrik tried to shake the visions, "But you seem not like those. Have I mistook you? Or have I judged too broadly?"
He continues to greet the others but as they move through the gates, all around him seems dark and Evrik begins to fall quiet.
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"Not really Salman.... It's odd, I feel like I know where we are going, like the way is being guided a little." Vur continues down the path pulls an arrow and knocks it while they are moving, and sniffing the air every so often. Continuing to talk with Salman "You said something about the underdark, I would think that you might be a little more comfortable there. How is it? Many of my order have told tales of the monster's down there, and of your bloodline's society. I'd love to hear stories about it."
"Fine. Just prepare food by yourself. We are not a group of tourists, you know." Said Salman with a fed up look. Why suddenly everyone wants to join their party? Are these surface dwellers tired of living? Then an unpleasant thought pops up in his head. If these weirdos are some kind of suicide squad, then what are we?
@Evrik
Salman opens his eyes wide when he hears the word "drow" . The muscle of his arms grows tense. Then he breathes out deeply and relaxes his body. " Don't call me drow in public. It might get me killed! Do you know why I wear a hood and mask? There are hundreds and thousands of people who want me hanged just because of my skin and hair." When they cross the gate, the ranger adds. " I don't know if this makes you feel better. I was hunted by drows too. They are not my friends. They never are…"
@Vur
" Oh please old Vur… " If this is someone else, Salman just returns some harsh words. But Vur and his companion are the closest things he can call true friends on the surface world. " I've told you before and I will tell you again. These are no important or interesting things about my past. I'm just a normal man who struggles to live in a world where everyone hates my race. And no one loves the Underdark, even us…"
Salman holds his weapon, shapes his senses to penetrate the thick gray fog. Though the effort itself makes his skin crawl with fear, the dark elf tries to remember how he survived the nightmarish tunnel of the middle dark.
Perception:20
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" This came from no ground that I have hunted " Salman scrapes off the mud from his glove. "It seems our soldier (Gideon) is right. We have to enter the den of the beast and see what it is. I prefer foxes, but this one… smells like owlbear."
@Ray-my
The ranger raises his head. He sees the tabaxi and blinks his eyes. " Upright cat? The surface is filled with strange creatures. Hey kitten, what are you doing here?"
(Vur) The name Barovia is unfamiliar to you, as is Kolyan. However, the first one makes you feel a little uneasy.
(Everyone) If everyone is ready we'll get the show on the road. Also, here's the strange crest.
"Finding clues and mysteries," Ray-my says, ignoring the kitten comment. "It seems like I found the right place."
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
(Late afternoon the next day.)
The fog spills out of the forest to swallow up the road behind you. Ahead, jutting from the woods on both sides of the road, are high stone buttresses looming gray in the fog. Huge iron gates hang on the stone work. Dew clings with cold tenacity to the rusted bars. Two headless statues of armed guardians flank the gate. Their heads now lying in the weeds at your feet. They greet you with silence.
@Ray-my
"Wow! Then you are a detective like the one in the bard's song? Good. You can come with us. Our new employer seems desperate and wealthy. You might get your own share, my friend!" Salman laughs and friendly pads Ray-me's shoulder.
@others
Then the dark elf whispers to companions. "The cat has a death wish. And we want someone to stand between the beast and our skin. If he wants to waste his life, let him waste for us then"
Next morning
Salman looks up at the gate and frowns.He isn't a social one in the party. So the ranger decides to let others knock on the door and say hello.The sunlight stings his eyes and skin. But the heavy mist mitigates it. Salman keeps his eyes on the woods on both sides of the road and listens to the sounds,preparing for an ambush if there is one.
Perception: 19
Vur's unease grows with almost every step, putting himself on heightened alert. Vur might not be the best spokesperson for the group, but he has the bravery to be the one to speak up.
After a knock "HELLO! I am Vur, my companions and I were asked to come here to your land by Kolyan Indirovich. How may we be granted entry to Barovia?"
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(Salman) You realize that the birds that had been singing all day have gone silent.
Gideon had been one of the first to rise early the next morning, his gear packed and ready to go. On one shoulder his raven slept, head tucked under a wing. It protested whenever Gideon's movement rocked it from its comfortable position.
The fighter rested one hand on his sword hilt, while he waited for any response to Vur's knocking.
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Evrik watches carefully from the edge of the wood. He turns to look down the path they'd used to arrive here, yet the forest and the fog that rolled in seemed to have swallowed the way behind. He didn't like that the group was traveling with what looked like a dark elf, his time in the underdark had cost him. The gloom began to creep in and he could almost hear the voices. He pushed it aside. The others... hopefully they made it out. One moment he was there fighting along side of them, the next standing in some tomb with only part of the group. He'd come to that little town hoping to find some trace of them but wound up consoling himself with drink yet again. Until the stranger walked in. A possible path to find what he sought?
Evrik had listened carefully, quietly, in the tavern last night. The others drawing far more attention than he cared to do. Ear to the ground, that was how to find what he was after. But with this fog closing in, and the gates ahead, it seems the shadows have done all that they can for now. The fog thickened and already it worried him.
A stocky dwarf walks up towards the others "Good day fellow travelers," he begins. The man carries himself well, but his deep blue eyes stared a little too distant. His pale green cloak was pulled over his head but his long braided beard flowed cleanly out and over his chest. "Forgive my intrusion, but I followed you from town." He eyed the drow looking man but tried to hold his composure. "Last night," he pointed up to the half-orc, "when Vur there read the letter. I knew I had to assist. But," he hesitated and looked toward the drow, "well... I wanted to be a little more sure of the company. It seems you all at least have either the bravery, or maybe idiocy, not sure yet, to come this far." Evrik relaxed a little as he paused with the others to listen for an answer to the knock. His voice got a little lower. "I owe a fried a great debt, one that cannot be repaid, but this letter," a visible sadness came over him, "well, I must try to help."
"I am Evrik Gorunnson, of Hytoppe. I offer my services such as they are if you'll have me to try to assist the good people of the village beyond that door."
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Ray-my smiles and stretches his arms and legs. "Yes, it's a new day indeed. Welcome Evrik!"
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Nobody answers Vur. Then, with a grinding creak the gate swings inward allowing access to Barovia. Suddenly! a murder of crows flies over your heads from behind you through the gate, cawing loudly. You swear that it almost sounds like their saying, "Damned! Damned!"
"WHAT THE #311." Vur yells as the crows fly out. He looks to the group, and takes a deep breath, "Ok." Vur lets out the deep breath, "No turning back after this." and I take a step into the gate, gripping his bow, and putting his free hand on an arrow. As I walk in I go slowly and continue to talk to who ever might be there to listen. "Again, as I said before I am Vur, a monster hunter of sorts, and these are my companions.... Evrik is new to us,... but within the short time of meeting he seems to be a good man... The old human is called Gideon an old warrior... Salman is the younger man... he might seem narrow minded at times and forget his toung more than one should... And the Tabaxi is Ray-my... I know they are a rare sight... As I said we are hear to help with someone's wife... Do you by chance know Kolyan Indirovich?" He will continue to ramble pausing ever few seconds, waiting on a responce of some type.
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"The birds…They are not singing" Salman mutters inwardly. The ranger loads his crossbow under the cloak.
@Evrik
When Evrik appears from the wood, his hand snaps like a venom serpent, pointing his crossbow at the dwarf. Salman's eyes and bolt aim at Evrik's forehead as the cleric introduces himself, and doesn't move a bit as he finishes talking. The dark elf looks into the deep blue eyes of the dwarf. He shoots a glance at his companions. After a short pause, " Well met Evrik " he lowers his arm. " And welcome to the party. Since I am a nondrinker, you can have my ale if our client would hold a feast for…" Before Salman finishes his word, a flock of crows flies over their head, he tries to shoot them down reflexively then the memory halts his finger. Killing the animal on the employer's crest isn't a good omen. " Bloody hell… " He swears. "Bloody nine hells!"
(Barovia)
One by one you pass through the gate into Barovia. As the last of you passes through, the gate swings shut.
Before you lies the road to your destination. To either side are towering trees whose tops are lost in the heavy gray mist that blocks out all but a death gray light. The tree trunks are unnaturally close o each other, and the woods have the silence of a forgotten grave, yet exude the feeling of an unvoiced scream.
(Salman) You catch the scent of death on the air.
" I hate this place. I can smell death everywhere! It reminds me too much of… " Salman bites his lips as if he is afraid of uttering the name. The Underdark. The ranger stares at the wood, the road and heavy liquid like mist covering them all.
@Vur
" Vur!" The dark elf calls out to the half orc. " What does the letter say about the village? Tell me there is a detailed location on it. I really don't want to wander about this forest to find a place we don't even know it's name."
OCC As I needed to join the campaign to read the hardcore rules . . .
Perched unobtrusively on one of the fallen heads is a slight figure wrapped up in an earth colored cloak and wearing a brown, broad brimmed hat. They calmly watch the party approach, puffing contentedly on a briar pipe; blowing a smoke-ring now and again. Not much can be seen of the figure but a discerning eye could tell he (it is male) is one of the small people better know to most folk as Halfings, though there are those who would call them supper, but that is a fight of another sort.
"Good day, friends. I am Jingles and I have been awaiting your arrival as the is a rumor that you dare to pass these gates. I would join you if I may." He stands up to his full height, all of three feet and a wee bit more, sweeps off his hat in a graceful bow, pipe still firmly clenched in his teeth. "I can dance on the wings of a butterfly and am able to ghost through doors what don't want to open." He winks, "Also, I am a fair maidens dream."
Now that Jingles is standing it can be seen that he wears studded leather armour, has a sheathed short sword, a hand crossbow and daggers seemingly stuck everywhere.
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
A dark memory haunts Evrik's mind as the gates open and the crows fly overhead cawing. He hears screaming in the distance... or so he thought but realizes the others are simply talking to him. At least, it seems so.
"Glad to meet you Vur," Evrik replies and looks toward the others, "And you all." Initially Evrik assumed the worst as Salman targeted him but as Salman speaks, Evrik is taken pleasantly taken aback and moves towards Salman, cautiously but with hope. "You sir are not what I expected. I must be truthful with you. You remind me of the Drow which hunted me and my companions. I was lucky to escape, but," his thoughts darkened, "all were not." Evrik tried to shake the visions, "But you seem not like those. Have I mistook you? Or have I judged too broadly?"
He continues to greet the others but as they move through the gates, all around him seems dark and Evrik begins to fall quiet.
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"Not really Salman.... It's odd, I feel like I know where we are going, like the way is being guided a little." Vur continues down the path pulls an arrow and knocks it while they are moving, and sniffing the air every so often. Continuing to talk with Salman "You said something about the underdark, I would think that you might be a little more comfortable there. How is it? Many of my order have told tales of the monster's down there, and of your bloodline's society. I'd love to hear stories about it."
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@Jingles
"Fine. Just prepare food by yourself. We are not a group of tourists, you know." Said Salman with a fed up look. Why suddenly everyone wants to join their party? Are these surface dwellers tired of living? Then an unpleasant thought pops up in his head. If these weirdos are some kind of suicide squad, then what are we?
@Evrik
Salman opens his eyes wide when he hears the word "drow" . The muscle of his arms grows tense. Then he breathes out deeply and relaxes his body. " Don't call me drow in public. It might get me killed! Do you know why I wear a hood and mask? There are hundreds and thousands of people who want me hanged just because of my skin and hair." When they cross the gate, the ranger adds. " I don't know if this makes you feel better. I was hunted by drows too. They are not my friends. They never are…"
@Vur
" Oh please old Vur… " If this is someone else, Salman just returns some harsh words. But Vur and his companion are the closest things he can call true friends on the surface world. " I've told you before and I will tell you again. These are no important or interesting things about my past. I'm just a normal man who struggles to live in a world where everyone hates my race. And no one loves the Underdark, even us…"
Salman holds his weapon, shapes his senses to penetrate the thick gray fog. Though the effort itself makes his skin crawl with fear, the dark elf tries to remember how he survived the nightmarish tunnel of the middle dark.
Perception:20