(OOC: ok, I thought the Vistani I said that since originally Nivi was going to take the thrown, he could take all 500 coins for Olamoira since the only reason for the limit was to ensure they all got some if they each wanted gold. But I thought that was odd lol, so I’ll just take the poison for Beren then. And the 162.5 gp for Moira.)
(It basically depends, if the gold is the only thing youre taking you can take all 500, or split it between yourself and moira, it just depends on what you're doing, and if youre takign the poison vial yo ucan give the 500 to moira, which technically would net you slightly more overall by 1 vial)
(Ok, that’s what I thought. But Nivi did decide to take the gold instead of the thrown so I wasn’t sure. That’s why I thought if he took it first he could split the 500 between Moira and Nivi. ((Unless after hearing this Nivi decides to keep the thrown and we can all divy up the gold afterwards lol.)))
My name doesn't matter to you ... I'll probably never see you again. But sure, I'll consider it a reward to you all. Stephen. (emphasis on the 'fan) Just do your best not die I guess, else the vistani are out a rather large chunk of gold till we find your corpses. his honesty likely came from the fact he truly believed you were all going to die, and that sharing this secret wouldn't end up in others mouths anyway. When Moira finally chimes in, he simply shrugs. That's what the last thousand of your kind said too. Or they gave up and accepted reality. by kind he obviously meant outsiders, rather than 'filthy iblith'
Luvash stood there proudly, a sphere behind him made of something akin to wood but not quite, and as Jack approached, greeting, Luvash would stop from his conversation, a smile appearing on his face. The spherical object was help up by a spear that seemed to be in the wood itself, with the lance side Ah Jack, welcome back. You guys are a little earlier than I expected, Beren didn't seem overly into the idea. he said low enough that the mild crowd clamor overshadows it beyond a few feet. So I expected you all to come later, but this works! Only a handful of soulless were here, they seemed to be ignoring the celebration, instead simply partaking of the many fish, all cooked the same, no variety but the smell was good enough that it would likely be better than a low budget tavern. Not all of the vibrant seemed enthused either but like the soulless they figured the food was free. All in all most of the town seemed to be here because they wanted to be, outside of those few exceptions. There was no thronging crowd, but it was large enough to show the town hadn't died. Perhaps a hudnred or so people here at most, and a few dozen elsewhere.
Nivi focuses on the bard for a moment, and she spots a half-elf. His tune is horrible, and his voice out of key despite the key not existing due to his poor performance, but he was telling tales of heroism despite both, his story rung outrageous as he said that some day, a man on fire, with arms the size of tree trunks would waltz in and simply smash all the evil within this land crushing every enemy they met in a single stroke like a giant might do a kobold! and telling a tale soon after of how he once fought seven dragons off himself, the last being a female, who was so impressed with his strength that she begged to bed him that night and wouldn't take no for an answer. To an intelligent mind his stories were obvious hogwash, but the people who were listening to him seemed to enjoy it. Just as he finished this tale, his eye fell on Nivi, in the way one who knew they were being watched might, but it lingered for only a moment before his attention once again went to those around him as he launched into another incredulous tale. His gaze held no intent, good or bad, to Nivi it felt more like an 'i see you seeing me.'
Nivi however felt her words to her allies were more 'matter of time' rather than never, the fog would find a way in eventually.
Luvash seeing that everyone seems to be ready, stands, and clears his throat. Sayign to the group one last time I have had them put aside soem fish so the townsfolk wont eat your share. It'll be warm once this is done! Should take over long. then he shouts Everyone! his arms splayed wide in showmanship This festival of the sun has been delayed due to my missign daughter, and for that, I apologize. I know not all of you care, but there IS hope in these lands, you must simply look for it. One day you will all be free, and the sun chooses when to show itself, and when to hide. As you all know the summer, it shows its blazing face longer, keeping the night at bay, and in the winter, it chooses to sleep more, meanign the night rules longer. But the sun chooses to reveal itself when it wishes, and even with the fog, and the mist, and the clouds, the sun is still there, ALWAYS!
he says just as the sphere on the spear ignites into fire, a representation of the sun now as the thin wood catches easily. His face turning to the sky, where the day is brighter than it had been, even despite the murkyness caused by the clouds. It turns out, the sun was watching over my little girl, Arabelle, for those three days, and it sent its avatar given form, to save her! Though I may wish it had chosen to save her sooner... the sun shines when it wills. And the avatar of the sun is among us now! I am sure you have all heard the rumors, but even if not... he has deigned to give us his blessing by showing you all he does truly exist! And that those who do evil, will fall before his radiant blade! as he says this, the man who had kidnapped Arabelle, as well as the other man who had been beaten up the night before were dragged, bound an subdued by several guards. Taken up to the stage. Arabelle climbed up to the stage. She still looked a little haggard but otherwise healthy. She was a strong girl it seemed.
Though she stayed near the back behind the 'sun' as both of the bound men were thrown to their knees. These men are both responsible for what happened. Bluto, the town drunk saw fit to kidnap my child, by tricking her, and was goign to sacrifice her for his own ends. Arugal, was in charge of watching her, but he decided that getting distracted by a woman was more important. And I find him as guilty as the man who almost killed my daughter. We have enough enemies in this blighted land. he said as Urwin showed up at the edge of the crowd to watch. Crows lining the rooftops all around the square.
And so, I introduce you all, to the Avatar of the Sun. He has a name, and it is Beren. He has proven to be strong, and capable. And most importantly, Just. So... he says, looking to Beren, who was easy to spot in the crowd. I would ask you to behead these men. Particularly Bluto, who took a child from her family with intent to use her for their own end, to kill her, and ruin her life forever. And the man who was to be her guardian when I could not, derelicting his duty to the child.. to my little moon... when I have been nothing but fair to him. in a lower voice, for Beren he says I will not make you do this, but it will show them your intent to do the same to Strahd. and in a way it was ironic, because in this moment, Arabelle was almost like him... except..
For once, Nivi stands quietly for a time, bemused as the idea of Sunshine mounting a magical Shorty-horse to amplify the pageantry is proposed, then rejected by the glowing masked knight. Almost inaudibly, she murmurs (about Beren, but mostly to herself), "Don't like being used. I know the feeling."
She turns at Olamoira's comments on the church, its defense against the fog, and Nivi herself not being dressed as an acolyte should.
"Divine power's your area, Prophet, not mine. Still, couldn't help notice that the fog didn't avoid Beren the way it avoids that church, at least last night out on the lake. Things would have been different if it did, instead of fog everywhere, zombies swarming us, and Bluto's mind muddled like dirty dockwater while the mist hung around. My guess is something else about the church keeps the fog out. Could be related, though, I'll give you that."
"As for my clothes, get used to disappointment. I'm an ally, not an acolyte. Head priest doesn't want me in, he can keep me out of the church like he does with the fog. But I get a strong feeling we all could use every ally we can get in this land. Speaking of which..."
Her gaze turns to Luvash as the burgomaster begins to speak, then to Urwin and the ravens watching from the rooftops. She glosses over all the boilerplate gum-flapping about the sun, but her ears perk up and mouth turns flat as the executions are announced.
"Lu-lu, you've lost your bloody mind," she growls under her breath. "Killing's a dirty business that's got to be done, I know. Killing enemies, killing rivals, killing traitors and rats, killing in self-defense, killing monsters and undead. But public execution? For these two? Neither meant to betray you or hurt Arabelle in their right minds. You think this strikes against Strahd? He's laughing at what he's turned you into right now."
Nivi's mouth holds a bitter taste and her pale green eyes are hard. Her hand strays towards her rapier as she finishes her thought in a harsh whisper. "Bloody lawmen are the same everywhere. As eager to kill as any of my old crew. Long as they dress their killing up in righteousness, yeah?"
Olamoira nods in response to her companions' wish to eschew pageantry. They do not understand the power of it. But as Luvash continues on, and finishes with a request to Beren to behead the two men, she feels a chill of horror knot in her stomach. But Luvash does.
"The sun shines on good and evil alike," Ola speaks up, loudly. Very loudly. Three times as loud as any normal shout, her voice resonating like a thunderclap. "But it does not shine here. Do you wish it to? Then you must not live in the darkness, but open your eyes to the light!"
"Better late than never, as the saying goes." Jack replied to Luvash, as well as flash a toothless smile. After that, the eladrin had took his place either instinctually or as directed, and put on his best jovial expression. A feeling that was to a degree a little out of season. But between the walk and rewards and hearing more aspects of the realm and its people from Stephan, his spirits had been lifted from the mire of ambivalence and forced attempt at retaining some 'normal' state.
Jack looked on at the sky in amazement at Luvash's 'trick', or timely fortune with the clouds. But then, his expression fell gradually towards confusion, and then shifted again towards the more ponderous. The words that followed the event had almost completely fallen on deaf ears. But out of the corner of his eyes, the approach of others had not wholly been missed, prompting Jack to turn raise a brow at the new arrivals, and then look to Luvash with undisguised confusion.
"Ah! There's the other shoe." He said whispered to himself, as Luvash finished painting the proverbial picture that was his plan in the final request to Beren. Scarcely had he'd begun to look to Beren with as much concern as there was curiosity when Nivi and Olamoira spoke their opinions. One very bluntly if a bit under breath, and the other... technically also bluntly, but with enough wiggle room to leave things to interpretation for those less insightful to poorly translate. Once, that is of course, their ears stopped ringing from Olamoira's thunderous voice. Because Jack's ears were certainly doing that, and was why he'd eventually turn away partially away from the crowd and all others on the stage, massaging his ears and muttering complaints in both elvish and the various dialects of common picked up over the years.
Whatever Beren's reaction.... whatever was to happen next... Jack would neither be quick to intercede or likely aware enough to even think to try before whatever happened happened. Not till his bloody ears stopped freaking ringing!
Beren clenches his fists, the light flickering as if something was trying futilely to suppress it for a few moments as he listened to Luvash's words. He can't help but stiffen in annoyance, thinking back to who actually did the work to save the girl. He'd felt utterly useless during that entire ordeal, and though he knows that at least one of the two women would rather her role stay unsung, he hates the fact that he seems to be getting all the credit here. At least Luvash had enough sense to make sure everyone knew Beren's real name, since the last thing he wants is for everyone to keep referring to him as the blasted Avatar constantly. Yet... an execution? His mask tilts to face Arabelle, noting her rather calm demeanor, then his gaze shifts to the two bound men and his hand instinctively goes to his sword. Yet he stops short, fingers hovering over the pommel. He's vaguely aware of Nivi's muttering, and though he cannot make out her words, he does recall her look of empathy from earlier. He tilts his chin downward, then flinches slightly when Olamoira speaks up in an unusually loud voice.
He lets his arm fall, letting out a breath and a puff of light. This wouldn't be the first time he was ordered to take a life. With what wandering he has done, he can't help but feel like he's grown uncomfortably numb to death. Yet somehow this feels so very wrong. In spite of how much he dislikes Bluto in particular. He glances at his companions. Clearly neither her nor Nivi were on board with this idea, and to be honest, he really isn't either. This was his choice to make, not Lavash's.
The light suddenly flares up blazing like an angry bonfire, and he looks to Luvash. In a low voice he growls, "It would have been wiser to bring this to me beforehand. Do not blame me if my choices do not suit your desires." Then he turns to the two prisoners and draws his sword. Light creeps down the blade seemingly of its own accord, and he moves to stand in front of the two men. Sure, he would have liked to end Bluto's life the day prior, but he can't deny that there was something else at work.
He hesitates, his back to the crowd as he holds his sword at his side, tattered black cloak billowing gently due to his movement. Then he lets out another breath, though those close to him can tell that this one is clearly out of irritation. He didn't want to put on a show, but he must fulfill his role here to keep his word, and in order to do that as well as avoid simply walking away from this execution it seems he must put on a small act. So, he turns to face the crowd. Light pores from the mask as he speaks--not that he can exactly control that-- and he raises his voice just enough so that the crowd can hear him. "What Bluto has done is unforgivable, and I will not stand for it. However, there are evils at work here that I am sure all of you are well acquainted with. His mind may have been affected my more than mere drink. I will not condemn him to the ultimate punishment until I know exactly what happened." He looks over his shoulder at the second man, "As for the other, I do not condone his actions, but there are far worse atrocities to commit." He sets the point of his sword on the ground in front of him, and faces the crowd once more, "They will not go unpunished, but this sword will not be stained by such unworthy blood. Such is reserved for greater evils." He pauses, gaze shifting downwards as he says, "There is not one among us who has not sinned, so who are we to condemn them? If there is no room for redemption..." He clenches his teeth, the light flaring as he weighs whether or not he should (or wants) to say what he planned to say next. After what lingering silence follows, he lifts his head, raising his voice as clenches the hilt of his sword, "Then I am not the Avatar of the Sun."
He sheathes the glowing sword, cloak billowing once more as he turns and strides up to the guards holding onto the prisoners, and looks down on the two bound men, "I will spare you two from death, but in return, you will accompany me. Perhaps you can make yourselves useful." It was about time he had his own retainers, though he never dreamed he'd get such worthless individuals. Who knew if they would even listen to him. He might end up killing Bluto anyways. "You will atone for your sins by fighting the evil that compelled you to commit them. If you falter, then you will throw yourself into the fate that I pulled you from. It is your choice."With those last words, he grips the sword hilt once again threateningly. From how he sees it, his offer is perfectly reasonable. If Arabelle's charge had any real feelings for whatever woman he was 'distracted' by then he was asking him to leave her behind. Yet, if he doesn't the other option is death. As for Bluto, if he was affected by magic, perhaps they can get to the bottom of it by dragging him along. If not, well then the town has lost its drunkard and they can throw him to the wolves. In the event that the sailor's actions really were mostly due to the affects of intoxication, Beren will not regret letting him rot. This way, the alleged "Avatar" is not directly going against what Luvash asked, but he is still exacting justice. The world is cruel, and this one is even crueler. They should be able to handle it.
He waits there, hand on hilt, for the two condemned individuals to speak--or for Luvash or anyone else to intervene.
The entire crowd recoiled at the sudden noise, Thaumaturgy as a spell was rarely if ever used, and thus it wasn't something expected by the masses, the only one who ever used it was their oppressor. They covered their ears, not necessarily to block out the words but the volume of the noise. Those who were close enough to see who was speaking, even though some agree'd with her words, they looked at Moira with disdain for the sudden ringing in their ears, others because she was an elf. Those who couldn't see the source looked around in confusion, even the bard had stopped his overblown tales and was looking around to no avail for the source, though his eyes were on the sky.
Many of the ravens had taken flight, and were circling above now, cawing in distress and fury due to their oversensitive ears.
Within the circle with the flaming 'sun' Luvash watched Beren as he went through his internal struggle. His eyes never leaving him, and his eyes wide the entire time, not in madness but in rapt attention, not wanting to blink for fear of missing the final moment. Beren's speech went on for a while, as did his silence, and various other actions, and all held him in rapt attention, similar but very different than what Moira gave him. A mixture of fear, and hope, doubt yet cautious optimism.
As Beren's words reached their end, there was a murmur, a consensus being formed, many disproved, but just as many approved, and as the crowds thronging continued those who approved grew while those who disproved shrank, to a minority. Luvash however was the one who summed up their thoughts, speaking loudly again like a showman on a circus stage. Arabelle was faintly smiling at Beren, starting to approach him.
The Avatar of the Sun, Beren, has chosen mercy for both of these fools. I find myself both happy and sad, as you all seemed to be. Luvash did seem to know his people well. Bluto has been a blight upon us for more than a decade, yet he had never done something worthy of more than a night or three in a cell until now. As her father, obviously I have my own biases here, both of these men to differing degree's have betrayed my trust, and Arabelles. He seems to have chosen to take them on his journey, to give them a chance to redeem themselves. He just spoke to me, telling me I should have spoken to him thus beforehand of this choice, but we all know this land does not offer such luxuries. You will rarely be given time to make such decisions, and you must make them quickly.at this point he looked at Beren as he spoke - albeit breifly, before pacing the circle as his voice rose, akin to a preacher thoguh with less preaching. But I devised this both as a Test, and a Lesson once Bluto was brought into custody, and both him and Arugal were questioned. They both gave us little we did not already know but with this Beren has proven his worthiness.
Unlike Strahd, he will not kill for pleasure, or what he feels are unjust reasons 'just because he can' Nor will he simply do as he's asked, He is his own person, unlike the many thralls Strahd has, even among the vistani who follow Strahds word unconditionally. In some ways the fate he has offered them is worse than a quick death.. though we all know there is no such thing as a quick death here... his voice had dropped at the end here, a bit somber. The vistani the only ones who can escape such a fate. Murmurs in the crowd nodding that they knew what he meant, about their souls....I accept Beren's judgement. He has proven himself to be better than Strahd, though he hates the title, there is none more worthy of being called the Avatar of the Sun than him. Looks aside, his heart shines just as bright. his eyes swept over the crowd, then to the captives. I had hoped he'd kill you Bluto, and spare Luvash. That was what I had wanted. He has given you another choice. Do you accept?
The crowd looked to the two condemned men, silence hanging in the air aside from the cawing crows, who had became a cacophony of noise, like a rising tempo of caws, like a drumbeat for war. Neither answered, as if deciding death might be better. However after what felt like an eternity Argual said I accept. A heavy sigh escaping him. Blubbering to himself for a moment after Arugal accepted, Bluto stammered out a Y-yes, yes uh, of course, I accept.
Luvash pausing just as Arabelle made her way to Beren finally. Waiting for him to say whatever he was going to say in response, before doing what she had come to him for. Meanwhile Luvash addign in one final thing. Beren and his chosen companions, who also helped save my little girl, seem to be good folk, for the most part. It doesn't matter that they're elves, perhaps it's a bit of irony if they defeat Strahd after what Strahd did to the duskies. Not that they didn't bring it on themselves. but just imagine the look on his face... if.. But Beren is not a tyrant, as he has shown today. And with him he brings those we, and I have condemned, both elves, and these prisoners , though I have far mroe respect for the elves than these two. I honestly feel that Beren is our best hope of seeing the sun, whether he likes it or not.
But Beren is no different than us. He is human.. and I see a great weight on his shoulders. Though I know not what it is. Do not ONLY place your hopes on him but give him support as well. I won't ask you to give your wares to him and his companions for free, but please, be as reasonable as you can afford to. I have decided to entrust him with something that hasn't seen the light in five hundred years....
(Going to give time for reactions before 'ending' this scene)
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Jack's ears very had continue to ring well through much of the speeches that followed Olamoira's performance. But as much as he sought to alleviate the worrisome affliction with a bit of magic, he resisted the temptation, and beforelong gave up on massaging his ears in favor of putting on agreeing face. Or that is to say, expression that appeared to best suit the occasion based on what he saw from the crowd and in that of Luvash. But with still every other word too murky to make out, and so mixed a reaction from the crowd, in the end Jack settled for finding a moment as Luvash appeared to take point to place a hand on Beren's shoulder and wait until eladrin eyes met the seeming eternally burning gaze of Beren. All to make sure that he'd see a firm nod from the fey touched storyteller, and no that come what in the future, he'd have Jack's support.
... Even though behind the former's gaze there were hints of not fully understanding what was going on at the moment. THANKFULLY though, his hearing had recovered around the last few lines from Luvash, which in themselves drew a raised brow in mild surprise from the man, before looking towards the crowd trying to pick out among them anyone that still stood out. Be it someone disapproving of the suggestion with hostility, or looked more calculating?
Nivi is still looking hard at Lu-lu when the Prophet starts up yelling about light and dark the way she always does, only even louder than normal this time. She looks back over to the half-elven bard who had been entertaining the crowd with a smirk, mouthing sweetly, you get all that? Better take notes.
Shorty's obviously sensitive ears widen her smile, but it is Sunshine (he'll always be Sunshine to Nivi) who really surprises her. Her stare matches Shiv's.
Nivi listens intently and appraisingly to the masked knight. When he is done and the crowd responds, she speaks up, just loud enough for her companions to hear. "Too right. That's how you build a crew. Can't say I love having a dead drunk with us on the job, but I'm liking the way you handled that, Beren."
As Lu-lu jumps back in about how this was the plan and all a test, Nivi weighs it for a moment, but decides she doesn't care in the end. Lu-lu would do what he had to. As bosses do. Nivi is not sure she appreciates his attempts at manipulation, but she has lived with worse.
"Got what you were hoping for, eh Prophet? So, church next, then head out of town for Urwin'sWine Wizard job? You all notice his ravens watching?" She looks and sees Jack surveying the crowd. "You should go talk to that half-elf, half-ass bard, Shorty. Teach him a thing or two about storytelling."
Beren stares down at the two bound men for a moment, but turns his head briefly when Nivi speaks up. Admittedly, he wasn't sure if he had done the right thing. He wasn't too keen on having Bluto the drunkard with them for who knows how long either, nor was he thrilled at the prospect of having two more mouths to feed and lives to worry about. Then Jack takes him by the shoulder and gives him a nod, which Beren hesitantly returns as Luvash begins his own little speech.
Proven his worthiness? Sure, whatever. More than likely Luvash would have said that regardless of what Beren had done. Hopefully this choice doesn't backfire somehow. It was true that this sentence might be worse than death for these two, which was actually partly why Beren had gone ahead with it. There is a part of him that hates Bluto, a part of him that wouldn't have hesitated to chop off his head. Yet this seemed the more fitting punishment. It is Argual who Beren feels slightly sorry for.
Once they each answer, he pauses, sensing the hesitance in Argual's voice. Nivi had congratulated him on how he was building a team, but he has yet to see these two as crew-members. Honestly, the two of them will probably run as soon as they get the chance. So... Stepping towards the two men, he places his glowing hands on their shoulders, "Very well. I assure you that as long as you are in my company, I will protect you as I would the rest of my team. I do not expect you to put your life on the line for me, nor do I expect you to fight alongside me. All I ask is that you make yourselves useful in whatever way you can. However..." his grip tightens on their shoulders slightly, and he lets them feel the heat of the power within him. Continuing in a low voice so that the crowd cannot hear them, "Redemption may be offered to everyone, but it is only given to those who seek it. Trust that if you betray me, if you bring suffering to my companions, I will return that injustice tenfold." He releases them, taking a step back and says to the guards, "Release them from their bonds." If one of them tries to run... well then he will know which of them will die first.
As the guards either obey his wishes or ignore him, he turns his back on them and his gaze to Luvash and the crowd--only to find Arabelle standing before him. He looks down on the child, the light flickering softly as he waits to see what she had approached him for. He stands in silence as Luvash goes on, giving the man a glance when he acknowledges that he is human. ...on one hand Beren appreciated that. It felt like an eternity since someone had actually accepted that as truth. Yet on the other, he could see the layers of manipulation in Luvash's words. It was like telling the crowd, here is your hope, but it may yet fail, so that whatever happens to Beren... well, no one would be able to say Luvash was wrong.
He sighs quietly, emitting another puff of golden light unintentionally. It would be over soon, and hopefully they can gather some supplies since Luvash has encouraged everyone to 'be reasonable' with them. Besides that, hopefully whatever this treasure is is worth as much as he's made it sound. Otherwise this whole embarrassment was for nothing.
(Ah i should probably wait for Moira but i already said Beren this time, for some reason I thought she had already posted, I hope Moira's player is doing ok..)
Jack scanned the crowd quite perceptively as others were talking. Most of the crowd, despite whether they agreed or not, seemed, for lack of better phrasing, Neutral. The one exception was the Bard, who still had a pinky in his ear, rubbing the noise out, but he was looking towards Luvash with utter disdain. It was hard for anyone to see him but Jack had been in just the right place at just the right angle, and was paying slightly more than enough attention. His face bore a sneer of disapproval. There were a few who had close disapprovals but nothing quite as potent as the half-elfs. Though if Jack decided to listen to Nivi's prompt, he would quite easily spot a murder of ravens surrounding the area, no longer cawing as they finally had landed, now that their ears had settled down.
He would also see Urwin watching, with a relieved expression at the results of this (so far at-least) as would Nivi, having spotted him before.
Finally, Beren himself speaks, and makes clear his intent. Though when told to release the men, he tewlls the guards no silently. Pulling out a dagger himself, and cutting the bonds. Aye, they're your charges now Beren. Whatever happens to them is up to you. Should your sword 'slip' I won't shed a tear. he says bluntly as he takes the now partially ruined ropes. You will always be welcomed here, so long as you all don't prove to be trouble. Which i doubt you will but.. it has to be said. You should have an easier time around town, atleast with those gathered here. Even if they disprove of what happened, the fact still remains, you saved one of us when you had no reason to. They'll remember that. Luvash says as he nods down to Arabell, who reaches up, tugging on whatever part of his armor was grippable, to pull Beren down to her level. if he complied, she would pull Beren into a young teens version of a bear hug, and holding it for just as awkwardly long if he allowed it.
Thank you sir.. she says to him And thank all of you... she says to Nivi, Moira, and Jack I wouldn't be alive right no if not for you all. she said, releasing Beren if he had allowed her to hug him in the first place. You're good people, and you're a good man Beren. I can't see your face... but i can sense something eating you from the inside. I'm okay. If a bit tired... she says with a giggle and a swoon to emphasize the point. But here..... she says, pulling out a hilt from her tiny purse. The hilt itself was wrapped in faded brown leathers. The leather itself was still fine, just discolored. The hilt itself was made of light, strong steel, the bottom ending in a ring akin to a keyring, meaning it could be looped, or held by hooks. The hilt portion itself, where the sword would meet it, was well adorned and had several long spiky protrusions, to both protect the wielders hand and potentially pierce a foes hand if engaged in a duel where the swords met.
It possesses no blade, and there seemed to be a slot for a jewel that wasn't there. Allowing the person to see through to the other side. Luvash remained silent aside from saying There are reasons i cannot explain more about that hilt. I'm taking a great risk in giving it to you, but a promise is a promise. Don't waste this chance, Avatar. That hilt may mean the difference between victory and doom. if you can but complete it... he stopped himself.
Arabelle looked up to everyone in the party. Please, don't die. I'll never be able to make you all a blackapple pie if you do. But .. i have faith in all of you. she said, scanning over everyone there before moving on, as Arugal and Bluto rubbed their wrists and passively their necks. They seemed to accept their lots, nodding to Berens words almost in unison, though Arugal with a bit more pride. knowign even if Beren didn't kill them, one of the guards would eventually. If not the townsfolk themselves.
((From here on this scene is basically concluded, but you can all post about what you do in the immediate aftermath, like things involving the bard, or eating your promised fish, and so forth, talkign to Luvash, as the festival seems to be continuing with the 'sun' still on fire behind Luvash, and so forth, and until you all decide to go to .. well anywhere else. if you ahve any specific wants ((shopping)) do it in paraphrase such as 'I seek out X, Y, Z' and i will resolve that.
Also to keep me from gettign overwhelmed, I tend to ask players control the NPC's in any combats, while I handle their RP.
So who volunteers to control Bluto, and who volunteers to control Arugal? Bluto is a commoner, so he has the default '10's everywhere, Arugal is a Neutral Evil Assassin. Controlling these characters yourself only applies to non-in-party combat. So if one decides to attack the party, or the party attacks them, i wil ltake full control in that situation.)
When Arabelle gives his armor a tug, Beren looks down hesitantly. It takes him a moment to understand what she wants, but once he realizes that she's trying to get him down to her level he slowly lowers himself to one knee...unsure of how to react in the moment. When she gives him a hug, he actually gives a bit of a start, and the light behind the mask once more dims as if something is trying to smother it. He doesn't pull away or attempt to push her off, rather he freezes as if shocked by her actions. When the embrace lasts for an awkwardly long time, he hesitantly puts one hand on her back. Anyone paying close attention might catch that his hand is a little shaky at first, but after a moment the light resumes its normal luminance and he lets out a stifled breath in attempt to hide whatever discomfort he'd been feeling.
He stays on one knee even after she pulls away from him watching blankly as she speaks to him. Something eating him from the inside? Was it really that obvious? He tilts his head down, hand inadvertently going to his mask as if wishing he could just remove it. But no, there was a reason for that barrier. Hesitantly, he accepts the hilt, listening silently as Arabelle and Luvash say their parts. His mask tilts upward when Luvash stops himself from saying...whatever he had been about to say. Clearly there was much more to this incomplete weapon than the man was willing to share. Hopefully Beren and his companions can figure out what is so important about the hilt--and more importantly, if it can really help them in this seemingly impossible fight.
Once Arabelle says that she has faith in them, Beren finally gets back on his feet and ties the hilt to one of the rings on his belt. For now, that's the safest place for it. Then he looks to her and says, "Thank you." Before turning back to his companions. "Unless there is something here you would like to do, I am ready to depart. If you wish to visit the church, so be it."
(OOC: Beren won't really partake in whatever food is available, but if others wish to he won't complain and will wait while they do. If not then he will be more than happy to leave the festival and head to the church.)
At the mentioning of the bard or more accurately his description, Jack side-eyed and grinned at Nivi, but his answer is ultimately a noncommittal "hmm~" in the end. What appears to capture his attention more before long only comes about with Arabelle's 'gift' and Luvash's commentary. But though the eladrin would narrow his eyes slightly in suspicion, a soft smile find its way to his face as he'd at least bow his head faintly in added thanks, even though not the recipent of the gift.
"Mn, several things, in fact. And though I would be loathe to be without the company of the rest of you, truly! However, I would not hold it against you for hurrying along to the church first while I take care of a few things here. Courtesy's in part to something Nivi here pointed out to me." Jack admits a little brightly. "And yes, some of things would involve partaking in some festival snacks, but not all of it! Still! I'll be sure to bring some along though, my dears, when I catch up with the rest of you at the church." He then looks to Bluto and Arugal, and with an even brighter smile says, "This goes without saying, but be sure to be on your best behavior especially you two. And don't go wandering out of sight of Beren here. For unless any plans of yours involving sneaking out of town and taking your chances on your own out in the wild, well... I've been around the block long enough to know that 'Street Justice' can be such a tasty and irresistible treat. Nevermind whoever truly put you-..." He gestures to Bluto. "-up to trying your hand at snagging a new kind of live bait -might- especially wish for silence as... a precaution. But I'm sure you already knew that you cutey you~" Jack unhesitatingly pinches and jiggles Bluto's cheeks a bit and grins wider.
"Speaking of putting people up to things-..." Jack turns hopefully to a still present Luvahs and Arabelle. And if they were not, he'd hurriedly call out a "Uh, one more thing!" while hurrying off to catch up with them. Either way his next few words are as followed: "You wouldn't happen to know of a wealthy woman with possibly.... exceptionally... well, curious tastes in town? Perhap someone even suspected of having a fondness for the your dark landlord?" He asks in a more hushed town, leaning in and making a show of shielding his lips from onlookers in the crowd.
Nivi gives Arabelle a genuine smile and a wink, and her father a more unreadable expression. Leaning close, her whisper is almost intimate.
"Watch yourself, Lu-lu. Stunts like that work until they don't. Half this town is onto you."
She looks briefly at the strange weapon-hilt. Wonder if I could use that... but it's Sunshine's call. Earned it today, no lie.
Nivi considers asking to go with Shorty. Perhaps to speak with the bard, or this rich lady with strange tastes. That could bloody well describe my mother and sister, depending on what you mean by 'strange'. In the end, she decides against it, especially if this 'curious' lady has a thing for Strahd. Nivi suspects that she has already been on the wrong end of Strahd's plans once, being framed for Arabelle's would-be murder. Best stay clear. For now.
Finally, she turns to Arugal and Bluto, speaking softly, privately. "Ruby and Bubbles. I'm Nivi. Might be your new best friend. Ragtag crew's still a crew, and we got ourselves a job. You might be feeling like life did you dirty just now. Truth is, you came up aces. Eyes open, blade sharp, and you'll get yours. Crew together means we fight together, promise you that. Chance to make things break right. Do some good, even. Go against us though, and you'd guess it's old Lu-lu or Beren you've got to watch out for. Them and Strahd, yeah? Keep thinking that. You won't see me coming."
Nivi favors the two freed men with a brilliant smile, then turns to Olamoira and Beren in a bright, conversational tone. "Church, then?"
(Will post in a bit. And that depends. he can get 250 for moira and himself but couldn't take the poison. basically its 1 choice per player)
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(OOC: ok, I thought the Vistani I said that since originally Nivi was going to take the thrown, he could take all 500 coins for Olamoira since the only reason for the limit was to ensure they all got some if they each wanted gold. But I thought that was odd lol, so I’ll just take the poison for Beren then. And the 162.5 gp for Moira.)
(It basically depends, if the gold is the only thing youre taking you can take all 500, or split it between yourself and moira, it just depends on what you're doing, and if youre takign the poison vial yo ucan give the 500 to moira, which technically would net you slightly more overall by 1 vial)
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(Ok, that’s what I thought. But Nivi did decide to take the gold instead of the thrown so I wasn’t sure. That’s why I thought if he took it first he could split the 500 between Moira and Nivi. ((Unless after hearing this Nivi decides to keep the thrown and we can all divy up the gold afterwards lol.)))
(Ok after the drama is finalyl over, i will have some time to post tonight, sorry for th edelays)
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My name doesn't matter to you ... I'll probably never see you again. But sure, I'll consider it a reward to you all. Stephen. (emphasis on the 'fan) Just do your best not die I guess, else the vistani are out a rather large chunk of gold till we find your corpses. his honesty likely came from the fact he truly believed you were all going to die, and that sharing this secret wouldn't end up in others mouths anyway. When Moira finally chimes in, he simply shrugs. That's what the last thousand of your kind said too. Or they gave up and accepted reality. by kind he obviously meant outsiders, rather than 'filthy iblith'
Luvash stood there proudly, a sphere behind him made of something akin to wood but not quite, and as Jack approached, greeting, Luvash would stop from his conversation, a smile appearing on his face. The spherical object was help up by a spear that seemed to be in the wood itself, with the lance side Ah Jack, welcome back. You guys are a little earlier than I expected, Beren didn't seem overly into the idea. he said low enough that the mild crowd clamor overshadows it beyond a few feet. So I expected you all to come later, but this works! Only a handful of soulless were here, they seemed to be ignoring the celebration, instead simply partaking of the many fish, all cooked the same, no variety but the smell was good enough that it would likely be better than a low budget tavern. Not all of the vibrant seemed enthused either but like the soulless they figured the food was free. All in all most of the town seemed to be here because they wanted to be, outside of those few exceptions. There was no thronging crowd, but it was large enough to show the town hadn't died. Perhaps a hudnred or so people here at most, and a few dozen elsewhere.
Nivi focuses on the bard for a moment, and she spots a half-elf. His tune is horrible, and his voice out of key despite the key not existing due to his poor performance, but he was telling tales of heroism despite both, his story rung outrageous as he said that some day, a man on fire, with arms the size of tree trunks would waltz in and simply smash all the evil within this land crushing every enemy they met in a single stroke like a giant might do a kobold! and telling a tale soon after of how he once fought seven dragons off himself, the last being a female, who was so impressed with his strength that she begged to bed him that night and wouldn't take no for an answer. To an intelligent mind his stories were obvious hogwash, but the people who were listening to him seemed to enjoy it. Just as he finished this tale, his eye fell on Nivi, in the way one who knew they were being watched might, but it lingered for only a moment before his attention once again went to those around him as he launched into another incredulous tale. His gaze held no intent, good or bad, to Nivi it felt more like an 'i see you seeing me.'
Nivi however felt her words to her allies were more 'matter of time' rather than never, the fog would find a way in eventually.
Luvash seeing that everyone seems to be ready, stands, and clears his throat. Sayign to the group one last time I have had them put aside soem fish so the townsfolk wont eat your share. It'll be warm once this is done! Should take over long. then he shouts Everyone! his arms splayed wide in showmanship This festival of the sun has been delayed due to my missign daughter, and for that, I apologize. I know not all of you care, but there IS hope in these lands, you must simply look for it. One day you will all be free, and the sun chooses when to show itself, and when to hide. As you all know the summer, it shows its blazing face longer, keeping the night at bay, and in the winter, it chooses to sleep more, meanign the night rules longer. But the sun chooses to reveal itself when it wishes, and even with the fog, and the mist, and the clouds, the sun is still there, ALWAYS!
he says just as the sphere on the spear ignites into fire, a representation of the sun now as the thin wood catches easily. His face turning to the sky, where the day is brighter than it had been, even despite the murkyness caused by the clouds. It turns out, the sun was watching over my little girl, Arabelle, for those three days, and it sent its avatar given form, to save her! Though I may wish it had chosen to save her sooner... the sun shines when it wills. And the avatar of the sun is among us now! I am sure you have all heard the rumors, but even if not... he has deigned to give us his blessing by showing you all he does truly exist! And that those who do evil, will fall before his radiant blade! as he says this, the man who had kidnapped Arabelle, as well as the other man who had been beaten up the night before were dragged, bound an subdued by several guards. Taken up to the stage. Arabelle climbed up to the stage. She still looked a little haggard but otherwise healthy. She was a strong girl it seemed.
Though she stayed near the back behind the 'sun' as both of the bound men were thrown to their knees. These men are both responsible for what happened. Bluto, the town drunk saw fit to kidnap my child, by tricking her, and was goign to sacrifice her for his own ends. Arugal, was in charge of watching her, but he decided that getting distracted by a woman was more important. And I find him as guilty as the man who almost killed my daughter. We have enough enemies in this blighted land. he said as Urwin showed up at the edge of the crowd to watch. Crows lining the rooftops all around the square.
And so, I introduce you all, to the Avatar of the Sun. He has a name, and it is Beren. He has proven to be strong, and capable. And most importantly, Just. So... he says, looking to Beren, who was easy to spot in the crowd. I would ask you to behead these men. Particularly Bluto, who took a child from her family with intent to use her for their own end, to kill her, and ruin her life forever. And the man who was to be her guardian when I could not, derelicting his duty to the child.. to my little moon... when I have been nothing but fair to him. in a lower voice, for Beren he says I will not make you do this, but it will show them your intent to do the same to Strahd. and in a way it was ironic, because in this moment, Arabelle was almost like him... except..
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For once, Nivi stands quietly for a time, bemused as the idea of Sunshine mounting a magical Shorty-horse to amplify the pageantry is proposed, then rejected by the glowing masked knight. Almost inaudibly, she murmurs (about Beren, but mostly to herself), "Don't like being used. I know the feeling."
She turns at Olamoira's comments on the church, its defense against the fog, and Nivi herself not being dressed as an acolyte should.
"Divine power's your area, Prophet, not mine. Still, couldn't help notice that the fog didn't avoid Beren the way it avoids that church, at least last night out on the lake. Things would have been different if it did, instead of fog everywhere, zombies swarming us, and Bluto's mind muddled like dirty dockwater while the mist hung around. My guess is something else about the church keeps the fog out. Could be related, though, I'll give you that."
"As for my clothes, get used to disappointment. I'm an ally, not an acolyte. Head priest doesn't want me in, he can keep me out of the church like he does with the fog. But I get a strong feeling we all could use every ally we can get in this land. Speaking of which..."
Her gaze turns to Luvash as the burgomaster begins to speak, then to Urwin and the ravens watching from the rooftops. She glosses over all the boilerplate gum-flapping about the sun, but her ears perk up and mouth turns flat as the executions are announced.
"Lu-lu, you've lost your bloody mind," she growls under her breath. "Killing's a dirty business that's got to be done, I know. Killing enemies, killing rivals, killing traitors and rats, killing in self-defense, killing monsters and undead. But public execution? For these two? Neither meant to betray you or hurt Arabelle in their right minds. You think this strikes against Strahd? He's laughing at what he's turned you into right now."
Nivi's mouth holds a bitter taste and her pale green eyes are hard. Her hand strays towards her rapier as she finishes her thought in a harsh whisper. "Bloody lawmen are the same everywhere. As eager to kill as any of my old crew. Long as they dress their killing up in righteousness, yeah?"
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Olamoira nods in response to her companions' wish to eschew pageantry. They do not understand the power of it. But as Luvash continues on, and finishes with a request to Beren to behead the two men, she feels a chill of horror knot in her stomach. But Luvash does.
"The sun shines on good and evil alike," Ola speaks up, loudly. Very loudly. Three times as loud as any normal shout, her voice resonating like a thunderclap. "But it does not shine here. Do you wish it to? Then you must not live in the darkness, but open your eyes to the light!"
Olamoira casts Thaumaturgy to make her voice loud
"Better late than never, as the saying goes." Jack replied to Luvash, as well as flash a toothless smile. After that, the eladrin had took his place either instinctually or as directed, and put on his best jovial expression. A feeling that was to a degree a little out of season. But between the walk and rewards and hearing more aspects of the realm and its people from Stephan, his spirits had been lifted from the mire of ambivalence and forced attempt at retaining some 'normal' state.
Jack looked on at the sky in amazement at Luvash's 'trick', or timely fortune with the clouds. But then, his expression fell gradually towards confusion, and then shifted again towards the more ponderous. The words that followed the event had almost completely fallen on deaf ears. But out of the corner of his eyes, the approach of others had not wholly been missed, prompting Jack to turn raise a brow at the new arrivals, and then look to Luvash with undisguised confusion.
"Ah! There's the other shoe." He said whispered to himself, as Luvash finished painting the proverbial picture that was his plan in the final request to Beren. Scarcely had he'd begun to look to Beren with as much concern as there was curiosity when Nivi and Olamoira spoke their opinions. One very bluntly if a bit under breath, and the other... technically also bluntly, but with enough wiggle room to leave things to interpretation for those less insightful to poorly translate. Once, that is of course, their ears stopped ringing from Olamoira's thunderous voice. Because Jack's ears were certainly doing that, and was why he'd eventually turn away partially away from the crowd and all others on the stage, massaging his ears and muttering complaints in both elvish and the various dialects of common picked up over the years.
Whatever Beren's reaction.... whatever was to happen next... Jack would neither be quick to intercede or likely aware enough to even think to try before whatever happened happened. Not till his bloody ears stopped freaking ringing!
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
Beren clenches his fists, the light flickering as if something was trying futilely to suppress it for a few moments as he listened to Luvash's words. He can't help but stiffen in annoyance, thinking back to who actually did the work to save the girl. He'd felt utterly useless during that entire ordeal, and though he knows that at least one of the two women would rather her role stay unsung, he hates the fact that he seems to be getting all the credit here. At least Luvash had enough sense to make sure everyone knew Beren's real name, since the last thing he wants is for everyone to keep referring to him as the blasted Avatar constantly. Yet... an execution? His mask tilts to face Arabelle, noting her rather calm demeanor, then his gaze shifts to the two bound men and his hand instinctively goes to his sword. Yet he stops short, fingers hovering over the pommel. He's vaguely aware of Nivi's muttering, and though he cannot make out her words, he does recall her look of empathy from earlier. He tilts his chin downward, then flinches slightly when Olamoira speaks up in an unusually loud voice.
He lets his arm fall, letting out a breath and a puff of light. This wouldn't be the first time he was ordered to take a life. With what wandering he has done, he can't help but feel like he's grown uncomfortably numb to death. Yet somehow this feels so very wrong. In spite of how much he dislikes Bluto in particular. He glances at his companions. Clearly neither her nor Nivi were on board with this idea, and to be honest, he really isn't either. This was his choice to make, not Lavash's.
The light suddenly flares up blazing like an angry bonfire, and he looks to Luvash. In a low voice he growls, "It would have been wiser to bring this to me beforehand. Do not blame me if my choices do not suit your desires." Then he turns to the two prisoners and draws his sword. Light creeps down the blade seemingly of its own accord, and he moves to stand in front of the two men. Sure, he would have liked to end Bluto's life the day prior, but he can't deny that there was something else at work.
He hesitates, his back to the crowd as he holds his sword at his side, tattered black cloak billowing gently due to his movement. Then he lets out another breath, though those close to him can tell that this one is clearly out of irritation. He didn't want to put on a show, but he must fulfill his role here to keep his word, and in order to do that as well as avoid simply walking away from this execution it seems he must put on a small act. So, he turns to face the crowd. Light pores from the mask as he speaks--not that he can exactly control that-- and he raises his voice just enough so that the crowd can hear him. "What Bluto has done is unforgivable, and I will not stand for it. However, there are evils at work here that I am sure all of you are well acquainted with. His mind may have been affected my more than mere drink. I will not condemn him to the ultimate punishment until I know exactly what happened." He looks over his shoulder at the second man, "As for the other, I do not condone his actions, but there are far worse atrocities to commit." He sets the point of his sword on the ground in front of him, and faces the crowd once more, "They will not go unpunished, but this sword will not be stained by such unworthy blood. Such is reserved for greater evils." He pauses, gaze shifting downwards as he says, "There is not one among us who has not sinned, so who are we to condemn them? If there is no room for redemption..." He clenches his teeth, the light flaring as he weighs whether or not he should (or wants) to say what he planned to say next. After what lingering silence follows, he lifts his head, raising his voice as clenches the hilt of his sword, "Then I am not the Avatar of the Sun."
He sheathes the glowing sword, cloak billowing once more as he turns and strides up to the guards holding onto the prisoners, and looks down on the two bound men, "I will spare you two from death, but in return, you will accompany me. Perhaps you can make yourselves useful." It was about time he had his own retainers, though he never dreamed he'd get such worthless individuals. Who knew if they would even listen to him. He might end up killing Bluto anyways. "You will atone for your sins by fighting the evil that compelled you to commit them. If you falter, then you will throw yourself into the fate that I pulled you from. It is your choice." With those last words, he grips the sword hilt once again threateningly. From how he sees it, his offer is perfectly reasonable. If Arabelle's charge had any real feelings for whatever woman he was 'distracted' by then he was asking him to leave her behind. Yet, if he doesn't the other option is death. As for Bluto, if he was affected by magic, perhaps they can get to the bottom of it by dragging him along. If not, well then the town has lost its drunkard and they can throw him to the wolves. In the event that the sailor's actions really were mostly due to the affects of intoxication, Beren will not regret letting him rot. This way, the alleged "Avatar" is not directly going against what Luvash asked, but he is still exacting justice. The world is cruel, and this one is even crueler. They should be able to handle it.
He waits there, hand on hilt, for the two condemned individuals to speak--or for Luvash or anyone else to intervene.
(Will respond asap, likely wed)
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The entire crowd recoiled at the sudden noise, Thaumaturgy as a spell was rarely if ever used, and thus it wasn't something expected by the masses, the only one who ever used it was their oppressor. They covered their ears, not necessarily to block out the words but the volume of the noise. Those who were close enough to see who was speaking, even though some agree'd with her words, they looked at Moira with disdain for the sudden ringing in their ears, others because she was an elf. Those who couldn't see the source looked around in confusion, even the bard had stopped his overblown tales and was looking around to no avail for the source, though his eyes were on the sky.
Many of the ravens had taken flight, and were circling above now, cawing in distress and fury due to their oversensitive ears.
Within the circle with the flaming 'sun' Luvash watched Beren as he went through his internal struggle. His eyes never leaving him, and his eyes wide the entire time, not in madness but in rapt attention, not wanting to blink for fear of missing the final moment. Beren's speech went on for a while, as did his silence, and various other actions, and all held him in rapt attention, similar but very different than what Moira gave him. A mixture of fear, and hope, doubt yet cautious optimism.
As Beren's words reached their end, there was a murmur, a consensus being formed, many disproved, but just as many approved, and as the crowds thronging continued those who approved grew while those who disproved shrank, to a minority. Luvash however was the one who summed up their thoughts, speaking loudly again like a showman on a circus stage. Arabelle was faintly smiling at Beren, starting to approach him.
The Avatar of the Sun, Beren, has chosen mercy for both of these fools. I find myself both happy and sad, as you all seemed to be. Luvash did seem to know his people well. Bluto has been a blight upon us for more than a decade, yet he had never done something worthy of more than a night or three in a cell until now. As her father, obviously I have my own biases here, both of these men to differing degree's have betrayed my trust, and Arabelles. He seems to have chosen to take them on his journey, to give them a chance to redeem themselves. He just spoke to me, telling me I should have spoken to him thus beforehand of this choice, but we all know this land does not offer such luxuries. You will rarely be given time to make such decisions, and you must make them quickly. at this point he looked at Beren as he spoke - albeit breifly, before pacing the circle as his voice rose, akin to a preacher thoguh with less preaching. But I devised this both as a Test, and a Lesson once Bluto was brought into custody, and both him and Arugal were questioned. They both gave us little we did not already know but with this Beren has proven his worthiness.
Unlike Strahd, he will not kill for pleasure, or what he feels are unjust reasons 'just because he can' Nor will he simply do as he's asked, He is his own person, unlike the many thralls Strahd has, even among the vistani who follow Strahds word unconditionally. In some ways the fate he has offered them is worse than a quick death.. though we all know there is no such thing as a quick death here... his voice had dropped at the end here, a bit somber. The vistani the only ones who can escape such a fate. Murmurs in the crowd nodding that they knew what he meant, about their souls....I accept Beren's judgement. He has proven himself to be better than Strahd, though he hates the title, there is none more worthy of being called the Avatar of the Sun than him. Looks aside, his heart shines just as bright. his eyes swept over the crowd, then to the captives. I had hoped he'd kill you Bluto, and spare Luvash. That was what I had wanted. He has given you another choice. Do you accept?
The crowd looked to the two condemned men, silence hanging in the air aside from the cawing crows, who had became a cacophony of noise, like a rising tempo of caws, like a drumbeat for war. Neither answered, as if deciding death might be better. However after what felt like an eternity Argual said I accept. A heavy sigh escaping him. Blubbering to himself for a moment after Arugal accepted, Bluto stammered out a Y-yes, yes uh, of course, I accept.
Luvash pausing just as Arabelle made her way to Beren finally. Waiting for him to say whatever he was going to say in response, before doing what she had come to him for. Meanwhile Luvash addign in one final thing. Beren and his chosen companions, who also helped save my little girl, seem to be good folk, for the most part. It doesn't matter that they're elves, perhaps it's a bit of irony if they defeat Strahd after what Strahd did to the duskies. Not that they didn't bring it on themselves. but just imagine the look on his face... if.. But Beren is not a tyrant, as he has shown today. And with him he brings those we, and I have condemned, both elves, and these prisoners , though I have far mroe respect for the elves than these two. I honestly feel that Beren is our best hope of seeing the sun, whether he likes it or not.
But Beren is no different than us. He is human.. and I see a great weight on his shoulders. Though I know not what it is. Do not ONLY place your hopes on him but give him support as well. I won't ask you to give your wares to him and his companions for free, but please, be as reasonable as you can afford to. I have decided to entrust him with something that hasn't seen the light in five hundred years....
(Going to give time for reactions before 'ending' this scene)
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Jack's ears very had continue to ring well through much of the speeches that followed Olamoira's performance. But as much as he sought to alleviate the worrisome affliction with a bit of magic, he resisted the temptation, and beforelong gave up on massaging his ears in favor of putting on agreeing face. Or that is to say, expression that appeared to best suit the occasion based on what he saw from the crowd and in that of Luvash. But with still every other word too murky to make out, and so mixed a reaction from the crowd, in the end Jack settled for finding a moment as Luvash appeared to take point to place a hand on Beren's shoulder and wait until eladrin eyes met the seeming eternally burning gaze of Beren. All to make sure that he'd see a firm nod from the fey touched storyteller, and no that come what in the future, he'd have Jack's support.
... Even though behind the former's gaze there were hints of not fully understanding what was going on at the moment. THANKFULLY though, his hearing had recovered around the last few lines from Luvash, which in themselves drew a raised brow in mild surprise from the man, before looking towards the crowd trying to pick out among them anyone that still stood out. Be it someone disapproving of the suggestion with hostility, or looked more calculating?
Perception: 18.
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
Nivi is still looking hard at Lu-lu when the Prophet starts up yelling about light and dark the way she always does, only even louder than normal this time. She looks back over to the half-elven bard who had been entertaining the crowd with a smirk, mouthing sweetly, you get all that? Better take notes.
Shorty's obviously sensitive ears widen her smile, but it is Sunshine (he'll always be Sunshine to Nivi) who really surprises her. Her stare matches Shiv's.
Nivi listens intently and appraisingly to the masked knight. When he is done and the crowd responds, she speaks up, just loud enough for her companions to hear. "Too right. That's how you build a crew. Can't say I love having a dead drunk with us on the job, but I'm liking the way you handled that, Beren."
As Lu-lu jumps back in about how this was the plan and all a test, Nivi weighs it for a moment, but decides she doesn't care in the end. Lu-lu would do what he had to. As bosses do. Nivi is not sure she appreciates his attempts at manipulation, but she has lived with worse.
"Got what you were hoping for, eh Prophet? So, church next, then head out of town for Urwin's Wine Wizard job? You all notice his ravens watching?" She looks and sees Jack surveying the crowd. "You should go talk to that half-elf, half-ass bard, Shorty. Teach him a thing or two about storytelling."
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
( NO RUSH, just waiting on berens response before i continue!)
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Beren stares down at the two bound men for a moment, but turns his head briefly when Nivi speaks up. Admittedly, he wasn't sure if he had done the right thing. He wasn't too keen on having Bluto the drunkard with them for who knows how long either, nor was he thrilled at the prospect of having two more mouths to feed and lives to worry about. Then Jack takes him by the shoulder and gives him a nod, which Beren hesitantly returns as Luvash begins his own little speech.
Proven his worthiness? Sure, whatever. More than likely Luvash would have said that regardless of what Beren had done. Hopefully this choice doesn't backfire somehow. It was true that this sentence might be worse than death for these two, which was actually partly why Beren had gone ahead with it. There is a part of him that hates Bluto, a part of him that wouldn't have hesitated to chop off his head. Yet this seemed the more fitting punishment. It is Argual who Beren feels slightly sorry for.
Once they each answer, he pauses, sensing the hesitance in Argual's voice. Nivi had congratulated him on how he was building a team, but he has yet to see these two as crew-members. Honestly, the two of them will probably run as soon as they get the chance. So... Stepping towards the two men, he places his glowing hands on their shoulders, "Very well. I assure you that as long as you are in my company, I will protect you as I would the rest of my team. I do not expect you to put your life on the line for me, nor do I expect you to fight alongside me. All I ask is that you make yourselves useful in whatever way you can. However..." his grip tightens on their shoulders slightly, and he lets them feel the heat of the power within him. Continuing in a low voice so that the crowd cannot hear them, "Redemption may be offered to everyone, but it is only given to those who seek it. Trust that if you betray me, if you bring suffering to my companions, I will return that injustice tenfold." He releases them, taking a step back and says to the guards, "Release them from their bonds." If one of them tries to run... well then he will know which of them will die first.
As the guards either obey his wishes or ignore him, he turns his back on them and his gaze to Luvash and the crowd--only to find Arabelle standing before him. He looks down on the child, the light flickering softly as he waits to see what she had approached him for. He stands in silence as Luvash goes on, giving the man a glance when he acknowledges that he is human. ...on one hand Beren appreciated that. It felt like an eternity since someone had actually accepted that as truth. Yet on the other, he could see the layers of manipulation in Luvash's words. It was like telling the crowd, here is your hope, but it may yet fail, so that whatever happens to Beren... well, no one would be able to say Luvash was wrong.
He sighs quietly, emitting another puff of golden light unintentionally. It would be over soon, and hopefully they can gather some supplies since Luvash has encouraged everyone to 'be reasonable' with them. Besides that, hopefully whatever this treasure is is worth as much as he's made it sound. Otherwise this whole embarrassment was for nothing.
(Ah i should probably wait for Moira but i already said Beren this time, for some reason I thought she had already posted, I hope Moira's player is doing ok..)
Jack scanned the crowd quite perceptively as others were talking. Most of the crowd, despite whether they agreed or not, seemed, for lack of better phrasing, Neutral. The one exception was the Bard, who still had a pinky in his ear, rubbing the noise out, but he was looking towards Luvash with utter disdain. It was hard for anyone to see him but Jack had been in just the right place at just the right angle, and was paying slightly more than enough attention. His face bore a sneer of disapproval. There were a few who had close disapprovals but nothing quite as potent as the half-elfs. Though if Jack decided to listen to Nivi's prompt, he would quite easily spot a murder of ravens surrounding the area, no longer cawing as they finally had landed, now that their ears had settled down.
He would also see Urwin watching, with a relieved expression at the results of this (so far at-least) as would Nivi, having spotted him before.
Finally, Beren himself speaks, and makes clear his intent. Though when told to release the men, he tewlls the guards no silently. Pulling out a dagger himself, and cutting the bonds. Aye, they're your charges now Beren. Whatever happens to them is up to you. Should your sword 'slip' I won't shed a tear. he says bluntly as he takes the now partially ruined ropes. You will always be welcomed here, so long as you all don't prove to be trouble. Which i doubt you will but.. it has to be said. You should have an easier time around town, atleast with those gathered here. Even if they disprove of what happened, the fact still remains, you saved one of us when you had no reason to. They'll remember that. Luvash says as he nods down to Arabell, who reaches up, tugging on whatever part of his armor was grippable, to pull Beren down to her level. if he complied, she would pull Beren into a young teens version of a bear hug, and holding it for just as awkwardly long if he allowed it.
Thank you sir.. she says to him And thank all of you... she says to Nivi, Moira, and Jack I wouldn't be alive right no if not for you all. she said, releasing Beren if he had allowed her to hug him in the first place. You're good people, and you're a good man Beren. I can't see your face... but i can sense something eating you from the inside. I'm okay. If a bit tired... she says with a giggle and a swoon to emphasize the point. But here..... she says, pulling out a hilt from her tiny purse. The hilt itself was wrapped in faded brown leathers. The leather itself was still fine, just discolored. The hilt itself was made of light, strong steel, the bottom ending in a ring akin to a keyring, meaning it could be looped, or held by hooks. The hilt portion itself, where the sword would meet it, was well adorned and had several long spiky protrusions, to both protect the wielders hand and potentially pierce a foes hand if engaged in a duel where the swords met.
It possesses no blade, and there seemed to be a slot for a jewel that wasn't there. Allowing the person to see through to the other side. Luvash remained silent aside from saying There are reasons i cannot explain more about that hilt. I'm taking a great risk in giving it to you, but a promise is a promise. Don't waste this chance, Avatar. That hilt may mean the difference between victory and doom. if you can but complete it... he stopped himself.
Arabelle looked up to everyone in the party. Please, don't die. I'll never be able to make you all a blackapple pie if you do. But .. i have faith in all of you. she said, scanning over everyone there before moving on, as Arugal and Bluto rubbed their wrists and passively their necks. They seemed to accept their lots, nodding to Berens words almost in unison, though Arugal with a bit more pride. knowign even if Beren didn't kill them, one of the guards would eventually. If not the townsfolk themselves.
((From here on this scene is basically concluded, but you can all post about what you do in the immediate aftermath, like things involving the bard, or eating your promised fish, and so forth, talkign to Luvash, as the festival seems to be continuing with the 'sun' still on fire behind Luvash, and so forth, and until you all decide to go to .. well anywhere else. if you ahve any specific wants ((shopping)) do it in paraphrase such as 'I seek out X, Y, Z' and i will resolve that.
Also to keep me from gettign overwhelmed, I tend to ask players control the NPC's in any combats, while I handle their RP.
So who volunteers to control Bluto, and who volunteers to control Arugal? Bluto is a commoner, so he has the default '10's everywhere, Arugal is a Neutral Evil Assassin. Controlling these characters yourself only applies to non-in-party combat. So if one decides to attack the party, or the party attacks them, i wil ltake full control in that situation.)
Occassional Dungeon Master.
When Arabelle gives his armor a tug, Beren looks down hesitantly. It takes him a moment to understand what she wants, but once he realizes that she's trying to get him down to her level he slowly lowers himself to one knee...unsure of how to react in the moment. When she gives him a hug, he actually gives a bit of a start, and the light behind the mask once more dims as if something is trying to smother it. He doesn't pull away or attempt to push her off, rather he freezes as if shocked by her actions. When the embrace lasts for an awkwardly long time, he hesitantly puts one hand on her back. Anyone paying close attention might catch that his hand is a little shaky at first, but after a moment the light resumes its normal luminance and he lets out a stifled breath in attempt to hide whatever discomfort he'd been feeling.
He stays on one knee even after she pulls away from him watching blankly as she speaks to him. Something eating him from the inside? Was it really that obvious? He tilts his head down, hand inadvertently going to his mask as if wishing he could just remove it. But no, there was a reason for that barrier. Hesitantly, he accepts the hilt, listening silently as Arabelle and Luvash say their parts. His mask tilts upward when Luvash stops himself from saying...whatever he had been about to say. Clearly there was much more to this incomplete weapon than the man was willing to share. Hopefully Beren and his companions can figure out what is so important about the hilt--and more importantly, if it can really help them in this seemingly impossible fight.
Once Arabelle says that she has faith in them, Beren finally gets back on his feet and ties the hilt to one of the rings on his belt. For now, that's the safest place for it. Then he looks to her and says, "Thank you." Before turning back to his companions. "Unless there is something here you would like to do, I am ready to depart. If you wish to visit the church, so be it."
(OOC: Beren won't really partake in whatever food is available, but if others wish to he won't complain and will wait while they do. If not then he will be more than happy to leave the festival and head to the church.)
At the mentioning of the bard or more accurately his description, Jack side-eyed and grinned at Nivi, but his answer is ultimately a noncommittal "hmm~" in the end. What appears to capture his attention more before long only comes about with Arabelle's 'gift' and Luvash's commentary. But though the eladrin would narrow his eyes slightly in suspicion, a soft smile find its way to his face as he'd at least bow his head faintly in added thanks, even though not the recipent of the gift.
"Mn, several things, in fact. And though I would be loathe to be without the company of the rest of you, truly! However, I would not hold it against you for hurrying along to the church first while I take care of a few things here. Courtesy's in part to something Nivi here pointed out to me." Jack admits a little brightly. "And yes, some of things would involve partaking in some festival snacks, but not all of it! Still! I'll be sure to bring some along though, my dears, when I catch up with the rest of you at the church." He then looks to Bluto and Arugal, and with an even brighter smile says, "This goes without saying, but be sure to be on your best behavior especially you two. And don't go wandering out of sight of Beren here. For unless any plans of yours involving sneaking out of town and taking your chances on your own out in the wild, well... I've been around the block long enough to know that 'Street Justice' can be such a tasty and irresistible treat. Nevermind whoever truly put you-..." He gestures to Bluto. "-up to trying your hand at snagging a new kind of live bait -might- especially wish for silence as... a precaution. But I'm sure you already knew that you cutey you~" Jack unhesitatingly pinches and jiggles Bluto's cheeks a bit and grins wider.
"Speaking of putting people up to things-..." Jack turns hopefully to a still present Luvahs and Arabelle. And if they were not, he'd hurriedly call out a "Uh, one more thing!" while hurrying off to catch up with them. Either way his next few words are as followed: "You wouldn't happen to know of a wealthy woman with possibly.... exceptionally... well, curious tastes in town? Perhap someone even suspected of having a fondness for the your dark landlord?" He asks in a more hushed town, leaning in and making a show of shielding his lips from onlookers in the crowd.
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
Nivi gives Arabelle a genuine smile and a wink, and her father a more unreadable expression. Leaning close, her whisper is almost intimate.
"Watch yourself, Lu-lu. Stunts like that work until they don't. Half this town is onto you."
She looks briefly at the strange weapon-hilt. Wonder if I could use that... but it's Sunshine's call. Earned it today, no lie.
Nivi considers asking to go with Shorty. Perhaps to speak with the bard, or this rich lady with strange tastes. That could bloody well describe my mother and sister, depending on what you mean by 'strange'. In the end, she decides against it, especially if this 'curious' lady has a thing for Strahd. Nivi suspects that she has already been on the wrong end of Strahd's plans once, being framed for Arabelle's would-be murder. Best stay clear. For now.
Finally, she turns to Arugal and Bluto, speaking softly, privately. "Ruby and Bubbles. I'm Nivi. Might be your new best friend. Ragtag crew's still a crew, and we got ourselves a job. You might be feeling like life did you dirty just now. Truth is, you came up aces. Eyes open, blade sharp, and you'll get yours. Crew together means we fight together, promise you that. Chance to make things break right. Do some good, even. Go against us though, and you'd guess it's old Lu-lu or Beren you've got to watch out for. Them and Strahd, yeah? Keep thinking that. You won't see me coming."
Nivi favors the two freed men with a brilliant smile, then turns to Olamoira and Beren in a bright, conversational tone. "Church, then?"
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk