The bartender nods slightly. "Some ale and food? I can certainly get you that, although the food may take a little while." He says as he grabs a tankard and begins to fill it. "To be honest, it's mostly just hoping that they won't but hoping they won't doesn't change the fact that they certainly could com here and lay waste to this town..." He trailed off slightly and glanced down at the bar for a moment before taking the full tankard over to him.
As the barkeep takes Xander's order and gets a drink for her new gnomish companion the tabaxi's interest becomes peaked. "Lay waste? Is there some kind of trouble makers in this town?"
As he follows the tracks the forest becomes thicker and the tracks continue to the west for thirty or so more feet before they turn into the wall of fog.
The musician chuckles slightly when he hears his description of the music before giving him a nod. "Why thank you young man. Many people have said similar things to me in the past but none of them have ever wanted to play alongside me." As he says that he lets out a soft hum before preparing to play the next song. He paused for a moment when asked about where he hailed from. "I came from Waterdeep originally but I've done quite a bit of traveling in the past." He responded before starting to play the next song.
As she steps into the mist again she notices that it seems to almost be beaconing for her to follow it. As she goes further into the mist she arrives on a muddy roadway in a forest, the fog hangs thick in the air, turning the trees around her into gray ghosts. Black pools of water stand like dark mirrors in and around the roadway. The giant trees loom on both sides of the road, their branches clawing at the mist.
"There are a few troublemakers here but their antics are trivial at best. I was referring to the werewolves my good lady." The bartender responded with a faint sigh.
The woods darken as the trees begin to close ranks, their needle-covered arms interlocking to blot out what little visible moon light was left. The wall of gray fog silently envelop him until he can't see more than a few feet in any direction. Soon, even the werewolf tracks disappear. After a little while the fog lightens slightly and the trees around him look as though they've become grey ghosts thanks to the fog but upon closer inspection, these trees are not the same trees that had surrounded him just a short while before.
Suddenly, the tavern door swings open and a hush falls over the room. Framed by the lamp-lit fog, a form strides through the doorway. His heavy, booted footfalls and the jingle of his coins shatter the silence. His brightly colored clothes are draped in loose folds about him and his hat hangs askew hiding his eyes in shadows. Without hesitation, he walks up to the bar and stands proudly in a wide stance with folded arms.
In an accented voice he says, "I have been sent to you to deliver this message. If you be creatures of honor, you will come to my master's aid at first light. It is not advisable to travel the Svalich Woods at night!" He pulls from his tunic a sealed letter, addressed to Oselorn,Tivara and Xander in beautiful flowing script. He drops the letter on the bar counter. "Take the west road from here some five hours march down through the Svalich Woods. There you will find my master in Barovia."
Grégoire couldn't recall ever feeling what he felt now as he trudged forward through the gray fog with the trees turning into nightmarish creatures of the night, a sense of despair slowly growing, threatening to overwhelm him. His pace quickens, he has to find a way out, back into the light, a lit torch now in his hand to fight off the evil darkness.
Suddenly, the tavern door swings open and a hush falls over the room. Framed by the lamp-lit fog, a form strides through the doorway. His heavy, booted footfalls and the jingle of his coins shatter the silence. His brightly colored clothes are draped in loose folds about him and his hat hangs askew hiding his eyes in shadows. Without hesitation, he walks up to the bar and stands proudly in a wide stance with folded arms.
In an accented voice he says, "I have been sent to you to deliver this message. If you be creatures of honor, you will come to my master's aid at first light. It is not advisable to travel the Svalich Woods at night!" He pulls from his tunic a sealed letter, addressed to Oselorn,Tivara and Xander in beautiful flowing script. He drops the letter on the bar counter. "Take the west road from here some five hours march down through the Svalich Woods. There you will find my master in Barovia."
Oselorn studies the other patrons to see if he can identify who the other two names on the letter might be as he calmly puts his viol away.
He addresses the old musician while still studying the room. “Apologies my fast friend,” Says Oselorn. “It would seem my presence has been requested for a private performance. Hard to resist anyone who’s gone through this much trouble to find me. So, if you’ll excuse me. We’ll have to trade chords another time.”
He finally turns to the musician with a friendly smile before rising from his seat and moving to approach the messenger at the bar. As he walks, he keeps an eye out for the other two individuals who received this unusual invitation, trying to get a read on them.
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Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"
"There are a few troublemakers here but their antics are trivial at best. I was referring to the werewolves my good lady." The bartender responded with a faint sigh.
Tivara is not one to balk at monsters and this case is no different. She replies, "Werewolves? Interesting. Is there a bounty out for them?"
As if on que this is when the person seeking folks of honor shows up. The Tabaxi nods to Xander and says "Excuse me, I think I'd like to see what is being requested." Tivara goes over to greet the fellow sensing work as well as a bit of notoriety in these unknown lands she finds herself in. When going over and finding her name as well as Xander's on it she is surprised. She wasn't aware anyone knew her name let alone Xander's as well. Does she have some connection to the gnome? The other name of Oselorn has her perplexed but she quickly sees one of the other recently arrived seems to approach as well. He seemed to be looking at herself and perhaps Xander as well. This is a very odd way to greet three folks that supposedly just arrived. Someone did their research... or something else is afoot. She motions Xander over when seeing his name on the letter as well.
She will look at this Oselorn with a glimpse of curiosity but she's more interested in the message carrier and seems to focus on him. Trying to get a sense of this person and trying to determine if there is some ill intent behind the request. As she tries to surmise how nervous this carrier is she asks "Barovia? Master? Well, I am looking for work but what can you tell me of this place and your master? He seems to know of us and it seems only polite that we know of who requests our aid." She is eyeing the letter and looks to the other two to see if they want to read it first before she does. Otherwise focused on this messenger.
Oselorn studies the other patrons to see if he can identify who the other two names on the letter might be as he calmly puts his viol away.
He addresses the old musician while still studying the room. “Apologies my fast friend,” Says Oselorn. “It would seem my presence has been requested for a private performance. Hard to resist anyone who’s gone through this much trouble to find me. So, if you’ll excuse me. We’ll have to trade chords another time.”
He finally turns to the musician with a friendly smile before rising from his seat and moving to approach the messenger at the bar. As he walks, he keeps an eye out for the other two individuals who received this unusual invitation, trying to get a read on them.
The older musician nodded slightly in response to what Oselorn said. He stayed quiet as he watched him walking towards the messenger at the bar.
Tivara is not one to balk at monsters and this case is no different. She replies, "Werewolves? Interesting. Is there a bounty out for them?"
As if on que this is when the person seeking folks of honor shows up. The Tabaxi nods to Xander and says "Excuse me, I think I'd like to see what is being requested." Tivara goes over to greet the fellow sensing work as well as a bit of notoriety in these unknown lands she finds herself in. When going over and finding her name as well as Xander's on it she is surprised. She wasn't aware anyone knew her name let alone Xander's as well. Does she have some connection to the gnome? The other name of Oselorn has her perplexed but she quickly sees one of the other recently arrived seems to approach as well. He seemed to be looking at herself and perhaps Xander as well. This is a very odd way to greet three folks that supposedly just arrived. Someone did their research... or something else is afoot. She motions Xander over when seeing his name on the letter as well.
She will look at this Oselorn with a glimpse of curiosity but she's more interested in the message carrier and seems to focus on him. Trying to get a sense of this person and trying to determine if there is some ill intent behind the request. As she tries to surmise how nervous this carrier is she asks "Barovia? Master? Well, I am looking for work but what can you tell me of this place and your master? He seems to know of us and it seems only polite that we know of who requests our aid." She is eyeing the letter and looks to the other two to see if they want to read it first before she does. Otherwise focused on this messenger.
Insight:9
The bartender shakes his head slightly before thinking for a moment. "There might be one on them but I don't recall seeing anything about it on the message board." He said before glancing towards the messenger with a raised brow.
The messenger looks to Tivara and offers her a small smile as he thought about the question she'd asked. "Barovia is a valley of great beauty. My master is truly a remarkable man, his name is Kolyan Indirovich and he is the Burgomaster of Barovia."
Oselorn bows his head in appreciation to Tivara and Zander. He takes the letter and opens it, reading aloud with great gusto...
The letter reads:
'Hail to thee of might and valor.
I, a lowly servant of Barovia, send honor to thee. We plead for thy so desperately needed assistance.
The love of my life, Ireena Kolyana, has been afflicted by an evil so deadly that even the good people of our village cannot protect her. She languishes from her wound, and I would have her saved from this menace.
There is much wealth in this community. I offer all that might be had to thee and thy fellows if thou shalt but answer my desperate plea.
Come quickly, for her time is at hand! All that I have shall be thine!
With lit torch in hand Grégoire can see black pools of water that stand like dark mirrors in and around the muddy roadway underfoot. Giant trees loom on both sides of the road, their branches clawing at the mist. Not that far ahead of him he can see a small figure in the mist.
Oselorn folds up the letter and hands it to Tivara to examine.
“He had me at ‘much wealth’…” he says with a sardonic smile. “Now, I’m not entirely sure how this chap found us or why he thinks we, of all folks, might be of service… However, I must say, I admire his taste in adventurers.”
He bows to the others. “Oselorn Fernmore. Entertainer, explorer, and tenacious follower of the road less traveled. My companions call me Ozzy... though I've collected a fair number of less flattering names as well during my time on the road.”
He then turns to the messenger. “Good sir, how far a journey is this Barovia ?”
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Relieved to see another living being ahead, Grégoire approaches the small figure, his flaming torch held out in front of him to shed some light. "Who goes there? Step into the light and we shall talk." The young monster hunter says with a firm voice.
As she steps into the mist again she notices that it seems to almost be beaconing for her to follow it. As she goes further into the mist she arrives on a muddy roadway in a forest, the fog hangs thick in the air, turning the trees around her into gray ghosts. Black pools of water stand like dark mirrors in and around the roadway. The giant trees loom on both sides of the road, their branches clawing at the mist.
Tanyi continues in the mist. Fog does not scare her, neither the night. Actually not much scares her... only one thing, one creature. "could they be lurking around around?...No, not their type... This is something else.". She looks around and tries to find a path.
As the barkeep takes Xander's order and gets a drink for her new gnomish companion the tabaxi's interest becomes peaked. "Lay waste? Is there some kind of trouble makers in this town?"
As he follows the tracks the forest becomes thicker and the tracks continue to the west for thirty or so more feet before they turn into the wall of fog.
With a certain degree of frustration now, Grégoire throws caution to the wind and steps into the thick mist.
The musician chuckles slightly when he hears his description of the music before giving him a nod. "Why thank you young man. Many people have said similar things to me in the past but none of them have ever wanted to play alongside me." As he says that he lets out a soft hum before preparing to play the next song. He paused for a moment when asked about where he hailed from. "I came from Waterdeep originally but I've done quite a bit of traveling in the past." He responded before starting to play the next song.
As she steps into the mist again she notices that it seems to almost be beaconing for her to follow it. As she goes further into the mist she arrives on a muddy roadway in a forest, the fog hangs thick in the air, turning the trees around her into gray ghosts. Black pools of water stand like dark mirrors in and around the roadway. The giant trees loom on both sides of the road, their branches clawing at the mist.
"There are a few troublemakers here but their antics are trivial at best. I was referring to the werewolves my good lady." The bartender responded with a faint sigh.
The woods darken as the trees begin to close ranks, their needle-covered arms interlocking to blot out what little visible moon light was left. The wall of gray fog silently envelop him until he can't see more than a few feet in any direction. Soon, even the werewolf tracks disappear. After a little while the fog lightens slightly and the trees around him look as though they've become grey ghosts thanks to the fog but upon closer inspection, these trees are not the same trees that had surrounded him just a short while before.
Oselorn, Xander and Tivara:
Suddenly, the tavern door swings open and a hush falls over the room. Framed by the lamp-lit fog, a form strides through the doorway. His heavy, booted footfalls and the jingle of his coins shatter the silence. His brightly colored clothes are draped in loose folds about him and his hat hangs askew hiding his eyes in shadows. Without hesitation, he walks up to the bar and stands proudly in a wide stance with folded arms.
In an accented voice he says, "I have been sent to you to deliver this message. If you be creatures of honor, you will come to my master's aid at first light. It is not advisable to travel the Svalich Woods at night!" He pulls from his tunic a sealed letter, addressed to Oselorn,Tivara and Xander in beautiful flowing script. He drops the letter on the bar counter. "Take the west road from here some five hours march down through the Svalich Woods. There you will find my master in Barovia."
Grégoire couldn't recall ever feeling what he felt now as he trudged forward through the gray fog with the trees turning into nightmarish creatures of the night, a sense of despair slowly growing, threatening to overwhelm him. His pace quickens, he has to find a way out, back into the light, a lit torch now in his hand to fight off the evil darkness.
Oselorn studies the other patrons to see if he can identify who the other two names on the letter might be as he calmly puts his viol away.
He addresses the old musician while still studying the room. “Apologies my fast friend,” Says Oselorn. “It would seem my presence has been requested for a private performance. Hard to resist anyone who’s gone through this much trouble to find me. So, if you’ll excuse me. We’ll have to trade chords another time.”
He finally turns to the musician with a friendly smile before rising from his seat and moving to approach the messenger at the bar. As he walks, he keeps an eye out for the other two individuals who received this unusual invitation, trying to get a read on them.
DM - Classic Adventures Reborn
Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"
Tivara is not one to balk at monsters and this case is no different. She replies, "Werewolves? Interesting. Is there a bounty out for them?"
As if on que this is when the person seeking folks of honor shows up. The Tabaxi nods to Xander and says "Excuse me, I think I'd like to see what is being requested." Tivara goes over to greet the fellow sensing work as well as a bit of notoriety in these unknown lands she finds herself in. When going over and finding her name as well as Xander's on it she is surprised. She wasn't aware anyone knew her name let alone Xander's as well. Does she have some connection to the gnome? The other name of Oselorn has her perplexed but she quickly sees one of the other recently arrived seems to approach as well. He seemed to be looking at herself and perhaps Xander as well. This is a very odd way to greet three folks that supposedly just arrived. Someone did their research... or something else is afoot. She motions Xander over when seeing his name on the letter as well.
She will look at this Oselorn with a glimpse of curiosity but she's more interested in the message carrier and seems to focus on him. Trying to get a sense of this person and trying to determine if there is some ill intent behind the request. As she tries to surmise how nervous this carrier is she asks "Barovia? Master? Well, I am looking for work but what can you tell me of this place and your master? He seems to know of us and it seems only polite that we know of who requests our aid." She is eyeing the letter and looks to the other two to see if they want to read it first before she does. Otherwise focused on this messenger.
Insight: 9
Oselorn offers a silent smile to Tivara before turning his attention back to the letter. His curiosity gets the better of him.
He starts to reach for the letter but pauses for a moment to check in with the others... "May I?" He asks.
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Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"
Tivara nods. "Oselorn, I take? I do not mind if you check first."
Oselorn bows his head in appreciation to Tivara and Zander. He takes the letter and opens it, reading aloud with great gusto...
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Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"
The older musician nodded slightly in response to what Oselorn said. He stayed quiet as he watched him walking towards the messenger at the bar.
The bartender shakes his head slightly before thinking for a moment. "There might be one on them but I don't recall seeing anything about it on the message board." He said before glancing towards the messenger with a raised brow.
The messenger looks to Tivara and offers her a small smile as he thought about the question she'd asked. "Barovia is a valley of great beauty. My master is truly a remarkable man, his name is Kolyan Indirovich and he is the Burgomaster of Barovia."
The letter reads:
'Hail to thee of might and valor.
I, a lowly servant of Barovia, send honor to thee. We plead for thy so desperately needed assistance.
The love of my life, Ireena Kolyana, has been afflicted by an evil so deadly that even the good people of our village cannot protect her. She languishes from her wound, and I would have her saved from this menace.
There is much wealth in this community. I offer all that might be had to thee and thy fellows if thou shalt but answer my desperate plea.
Come quickly, for her time is at hand! All that I have shall be thine!
Kolyan Indirovich Burgomaster'
With lit torch in hand Grégoire can see black pools of water that stand like dark mirrors in and around the muddy roadway underfoot. Giant trees loom on both sides of the road, their branches clawing at the mist. Not that far ahead of him he can see a small figure in the mist.
Oselorn folds up the letter and hands it to Tivara to examine.
“He had me at ‘much wealth’…” he says with a sardonic smile. “Now, I’m not entirely sure how this chap found us or why he thinks we, of all folks, might be of service… However, I must say, I admire his taste in adventurers.”
He bows to the others. “Oselorn Fernmore. Entertainer, explorer, and tenacious follower of the road less traveled. My companions call me Ozzy... though I've collected a fair number of less flattering names as well during my time on the road.”
He then turns to the messenger. “Good sir, how far a journey is this Barovia ?”
DM - Classic Adventures Reborn
Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"
Relieved to see another living being ahead, Grégoire approaches the small figure, his flaming torch held out in front of him to shed some light. "Who goes there? Step into the light and we shall talk." The young monster hunter says with a firm voice.
Persuasion/Intimidation if applicable: 18
Tanyi continues in the mist. Fog does not scare her, neither the night. Actually not much scares her... only one thing, one creature. "could they be lurking around around?...No, not their type... This is something else.". She looks around and tries to find a path.
Perception: 6
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