Lando is about to leave her tent with the others but stops and turns back to her. “Madame Eva, do you have time to do a private reading?”
Madam Eva smiles and points to the seat right in front of her. "For you Lando I will. What would you like to know? Is there something, in particular, you are seeking?" She asks as she begins to shuffle the cards before placing them on the table for Lando to cut.
"Well, that’s the thing. There isn’t anything in particular. I feel like there should be, but instead, I feel like a leaf blowing in the wind. Always moving, but directionless and at the mercy of greater external powers." Lando responds as he cuts the deck.
Her hands move in rapid succession as she places three cards in front of you while staring into your eyes. You feel like her eyes are burrowing into your soul and you begin to feel uncomfortable until at last, she looks down at the cards and cackles. She flips the three cards over one after the other.
She looks over the cards and frowns. "The first card, The Anarchist, represents your past. The Anarchist means a fundamental change brought on by one whose beliefs are being put to the test. It means you are at war with your inner self over things you cannot control. You need to find peace within yourself before you can hope to achieve any direction in your life."
"The second card represents the present. The Traitor, You will be betrayed by someone you know and trust. It will happen sometime soon. As to who or when." Madam Eva shrugs. "I do not know."
"The last card represents your future. It is the Marionette, You will come into the presence of a spy or a minion of some greater power that will befriend you but all the while he will be feeding information and undermining you for his master. That makes sense here in Barovia. A lot of people are spies for Strahd. And this reading shows you will be put to the test while you are in Strahd's domain and will be under constant watch. Be careful who you befriend in Barovia. Anyone could be a spy. Have faith in yourself and your ability to see through the lies and you will prevail in your goals and find the direction you seek."
She cackles once more and you notice here eyes flash an inner light for a second before the light fades away.
"That is all I have for you, Lando." Madam Eva says as she puts the cards into a silk bag and then places them into a wooden box.
Artus went to the fire to play some Viol for the Vistani. Upon seeing Lando exit Madam Eva's tent. He Stumbles over laughing, "I am here friend Reggie! Are we to return to town for the night?"
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"I should have known that was you," Reggie says, looking down at the viol. His face seems to be fighting between looking upset and pleased. At everyone's assent that it is indeed time to return to town, they head off. Reggie doesn't speak to any of the Vistani, but he does hold eye contact with Nyanka for a few seconds as he walks away.
Andrei nods, looking around for Tilo. He spots him chatting with a Vistani girl of about his age and pulls him away. Tilo looks quite embarrassed, but Andrei doesn't seem to care.
"Time for making lady-friends when we're out of this place," he mutters just loudly enough for Tilo to hear.
As you leave the Vistani behind a few of them wave and cheer, Nyanka gives Reggie a flask of the hard stuff and Andrei gets a flask of ale as well from one of the Vistani men he was drinking with earlier. The Old Svalich Road is dark this time of night as the sun has set over the horizon and the moon has begun its rise into the night sky. You constantly hear wolves howling in the distance as you make your way down the road. At times they sound really close and you could swear you noticed wolf eyes in the forest staring at you.
It takes you the better part of 3 hours but you finally see the village in the distance. It is pretty dark at this time of night and a heavy fog is rolling in from the forest to the North. It's odd but you don't seem to see any lights on in the town. Usually, at this time of night (roughly 9 pm), you would see some kind of torchlight in the windows or street lights. But Barovia is totally dark.
You finally make your way into town and enter the Blood of the Vine Tavern.
Arik the Barkeep is standing there cleaning glasses and you see a few other Barovians sitting around and drinking their wine. Most of them seem as lifeless as Arik but there are two people that stand out among the lifeless, dreary crowd.
One a woman, wearing a brightly colored dress that goes down to the floor with a matching blouse, her long red hair is tied up into a ponytail. The other is a man that is talking to her dressed in coveralls and is dirty from head to foot. They are having a heated conversation about something but you are too far away to hear what they are saying.
The three Vistani owners are here and smile when you walk in but otherwise stay at their table.
Lando gets orders a cup of wine from Arik, then joins the sisters at their table.
"Well that proved to be enlightening afternoon. Had a nice little visit with Madame Eva earlier this evening. I can't help but feel more lost now, then when we started from here"
"I'm going to turn in," Reggie says. He rents a room to himself. He pays the two silver and places a big hand on Artus's even bigger shoulder as he leaves to go to his room.
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Reggie enters the room, barely noticing the furnishings. He places his moon-touched sword out to provide some light and strips down, being careful with his swords, but nothing else. His clothes are strewn about in his haste to get off his feet. He climbs into bed and lays one arm over his eyes. Without realizing it, he utters, "Good night, moon." — a phrase his mother used to utter. He almost immediately falls asleep.
Some time in the night, Reggie dreams a dream which is not a dream. Reggie finds himself walking through a door. The door is familiar, yet not. He enters a room full of shifting light and boxes. The boxes are stacked, creating incredibly high towers. Reggie tries to see the tops of these towers and marvels at the height of the ceiling. Red birds are circling the towers. Some are landing in branches which sprout from the box towers. He hears a voice, but it's hard to tell where it's coming from. It sounds curious. Perhaps it is looking for something. Reggie turns and the door has become an open window. Through the window, Reggie sees blackness like a moonless night. A red bird is sitting on the window sill. It looks at Reggie and chirps. Reggie looks back at the boxes and begins to walk through them. As he touches them, he realizes the boxes are carved like wood. There's a house — a smallish house, but one that looks warm and inviting. There's a scene of three children, hand-in-hand, skipping up a lane. There's one of a mother holding an infant, a look of bliss on the woman's face. Artus appears at Reggie's side. He's holding a rose in one hand. Artus is smiling. "Thank you for protecting me," the minotaur says. Artus moves away, and Reggie continues to walk through the maze of carved boxes. Large, colorful leaves have started to fall around him. With each step, the leaves crunch underfoot. Reggie starts to hurry as the voice gets louder, sounding close by. He approaches Andrei from behind, putting a hand on the man's shoulder. As Andrei turns around, he gives Reggie a radiant smile. "Who's calling?" Reggie asks. "Thank you for protecting me," Andrei says. Andrei turns away, and Reggie walks past, still looking for the voice which is now laughing, but still calling out. "Hello?" Reggie calls back. He looks down at the floorboards and the leaves have disappeared. He now stands at one end of a narrow hallway. He can hear the voice laughing and calling from the other end, around a brightly lit corner. Reggie almost jogs down the hallway and turns the corner. The room is well-lit, circular and plain. The only piece of furniture is a large bed made up with what looks like a homemade quilt. Sitting on the edge of the bed is Reggie's mother and Nyanka. The two women are laughing together. When Reggie enters, his mother beams at him. "Reggie, come!" she laughs. "I've been waiting for you." She stretches out her arms and waves her hands in a welcoming gesture. Reggie crosses the room and sits in his mother's lap. Though he is grown, he is small and fits comfortably within her embrace. Seeing his mother makes him sad. He clings to her, burying his face in her bosom. "Nyanka has something for you," Reggie's mother says, seemingly oblivious to Reggie's sadness. Reggie opens his eyes, which are a little watery, and looks at the Vestani woman. She is also smiling. She holds out a closed fist palm up and slowly opens her fingers to reveal a gold band. Reggie looks at the band and suddenly feels fear. "Don't be afraid," Nyanka says with a warm smile. "It's a gift," Reggie's mother says. "I got it for you," she continues. Reggie looks up into his mother's face. "I love you so much," she says, squeezing him. "I don't want anything to happen to you, so I got you this. If you put it on, you'll be strong. Even stronger than you are now." "You want to be strong to protect Artus and Andrei, don't you?" Nyanka asks. "And Lando and Tilo?" Reggie's mother continues. "If you had taken the ring before, you would have been able to protect your family," Nyanka says. "No!" Reggie protests. He sits up, still on his mother's lap, but no longer leaning against her. He scowls at Nyanka. "I don't need the ring." "Reggie's mother takes hold of his upper arms, getting her son's attention. "Now, Reggie. Little boys are weak. But if you wear my ring, you'll be a man. A big, strong man. A protector. You want to be a protector, right? So no one else gets hurt?" Nyanka reaches out with her empty hand and touches Reggie's arm. As he looks at her, she leans in and kisses him. He is no longer small. He is no longer sitting on his mother's lap. He is a grown man being kissed by a passionate, viril woman. She ends the kiss and leans back. Reggie's mother is now standing a few feet away. She looks down at the two, still smiling. "It's OK, son. Put on the ring. Accept his help. Be a man. Be a protector." Reggie looks at Nyanka and then at her waiting palm and the gold band. He still feels hesitant, but also longs to put it on. He looks at it for what seems like an eternity, the two women waiting patiently. Finally, he slowly raises a hand and picks up the band between two fingers. He raises the other hand and slips the ring on his finger. The fit is perfect. The band is cool at first and then very warm, but not uncomfortably warm. In fact, the ring makes him feel very comfortable. The warmth radiates from his hand to the rest of his body. As he experiences the warming sensation, Nyanka stands. Reggie's mother is gone. Now, it is just Reggie and the Vestani. She steps in front of him, smiling down upon him. "Now," she says in almost a whisper, "we are truly one."
Andrei requests two cups, then sits at a table with Tilo. He pulls out his flask of ale and pours some in each cup.
"I thought you said I was too young for that?"Tilo asks with a questioning smile. Andrei frowns slightly.
"You're too young for any of this, but here you are. And here you are," Andrei says, passing one of the cups to Tilo, who accepts it gingerly.
Andrei takes a careful sip of ale and nods to himself.
Andrei, as is usual, will rent two rooms, one for himself and one for Tilo. He'll head to his room shortly after the previous conversation. Those in adjacent rooms to Andrei hear sporadic, muffled cursing in Abyssal for an hour or so before silence.
You awake in the morning and head back down to the bar and Arik the bartender is there cleaning the glasses as usual. He slides over a gray drab looking porridge for breakfast accompanied by a mulled wine to wash it down. Once done you make your way to Ismark's mansion at the end of the road.
A weary-looking mansion squats behind a rusting iron fence. The iron gates are twisted and torn. The right gate lies cast aside, while the left swings lazily in the wind. The stuttering squeal and clang of the gate repeats with mindless precision. Weeds choke the grounds and press with menace upon the house itself. Yet, against the walls, the growth has been tramped down to create a path all about the domain. Heavy claw markings have stripped the once-beautiful finish of the walls. Great black marks tell of the fires that have assailed the mansion. Not a pane nor a shard of glass stands in any window. All the windows are barred with planks, each one marked with stains of evil omen.
Trampled weeds all around the mansion as well as scores of wolf paw prints and human footprints can be found.
Reggie is as quiet as usual at breakfast, but not at all surly. He's sometimes caught staring off into the distance in supposed thought. Once or twice, he laughs quietly to himself, but then clears his throat to mask the sound.
On the walk to the house, Reggie plays with one of his swords, spinning it in his hand in various maneuvers. But when they reach the mansion, he sheathes the sword and puts his hands on his hips while taking in the building. After surveying the mansion, he looks around at the other buildings. "Are we sure this is the right place?" he asks.
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Andrei is visibly tired that morning, and doesn't talk much on the walk to the mansion.
He shrugs in response to Reggie's question, checking to make sure his ice ax is still clipped to his belt, then scanning the area to make sure no creatures are around.
Reggie looks back at the house. "Let me try something," he says. He speaks in the harsh, dissonant language. It sounds like a question. After waiting a second, the group hears knocking. Following the sound, they see a disembodied hand — a deep red color, almost black — knock on the front door of the mansion and then disappear.
You hear shuffling from inside the house and after a few moments, you hear a young woman's voice speak out. "Who's there and what business do you have knocking on my door?"
Just a clarification. The mage hand that Reggie used to knock on the door was a long skeletal hand not what he described.
Madam Eva smiles and points to the seat right in front of her. "For you Lando I will. What would you like to know? Is there something, in particular, you are seeking?" She asks as she begins to shuffle the cards before placing them on the table for Lando to cut.
"Well, that’s the thing. There isn’t anything in particular. I feel like there should be, but instead, I feel like a leaf blowing in the wind. Always moving, but directionless and at the mercy of greater external powers." Lando responds as he cuts the deck.
Her hands move in rapid succession as she places three cards in front of you while staring into your eyes. You feel like her eyes are burrowing into your soul and you begin to feel uncomfortable until at last, she looks down at the cards and cackles. She flips the three cards over one after the other.
She looks over the cards and frowns. "The first card, The Anarchist, represents your past. The Anarchist means a fundamental change brought on by one whose beliefs are being put to the test. It means you are at war with your inner self over things you cannot control. You need to find peace within yourself before you can hope to achieve any direction in your life."
"The second card represents the present. The Traitor, You will be betrayed by someone you know and trust. It will happen sometime soon. As to who or when." Madam Eva shrugs. "I do not know."
"The last card represents your future. It is the Marionette, You will come into the presence of a spy or a minion of some greater power that will befriend you but all the while he will be feeding information and undermining you for his master. That makes sense here in Barovia. A lot of people are spies for Strahd. And this reading shows you will be put to the test while you are in Strahd's domain and will be under constant watch. Be careful who you befriend in Barovia. Anyone could be a spy. Have faith in yourself and your ability to see through the lies and you will prevail in your goals and find the direction you seek."
She cackles once more and you notice here eyes flash an inner light for a second before the light fades away.
"That is all I have for you, Lando." Madam Eva says as she puts the cards into a silk bag and then places them into a wooden box.
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Andrei waits outside the tent door for Lando to emerge.
"More riddles and games?" he asks once the cleric does. Andrei's tone is light, but his dark eyes stare intently into Lando's own.
And that's all I have to say about that.
"Thank you Madame Eva. I will heed your words carefully."
Lando heads out of the tent and finds Andrei there.
He shrugs. "As with our reading, it resulted in more questions then answers.
"Now, are we ready to head back to town? Or do some of us want to stay at the camp longer?"
Reggie comes walking around the tent. "Are we ready to go?" He looks around. "Where's Artus?"
Artus went to the fire to play some Viol for the Vistani. Upon seeing Lando exit Madam Eva's tent. He Stumbles over laughing, "I am here friend Reggie! Are we to return to town for the night?"
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"I should have known that was you," Reggie says, looking down at the viol. His face seems to be fighting between looking upset and pleased. At everyone's assent that it is indeed time to return to town, they head off. Reggie doesn't speak to any of the Vistani, but he does hold eye contact with Nyanka for a few seconds as he walks away.
Andrei nods, looking around for Tilo. He spots him chatting with a Vistani girl of about his age and pulls him away. Tilo looks quite embarrassed, but Andrei doesn't seem to care.
"Time for making lady-friends when we're out of this place," he mutters just loudly enough for Tilo to hear.
And that's all I have to say about that.
As you leave the Vistani behind a few of them wave and cheer, Nyanka gives Reggie a flask of the hard stuff and Andrei gets a flask of ale as well from one of the Vistani men he was drinking with earlier. The Old Svalich Road is dark this time of night as the sun has set over the horizon and the moon has begun its rise into the night sky. You constantly hear wolves howling in the distance as you make your way down the road. At times they sound really close and you could swear you noticed wolf eyes in the forest staring at you.
It takes you the better part of 3 hours but you finally see the village in the distance. It is pretty dark at this time of night and a heavy fog is rolling in from the forest to the North. It's odd but you don't seem to see any lights on in the town. Usually, at this time of night (roughly 9 pm), you would see some kind of torchlight in the windows or street lights. But Barovia is totally dark.
You finally make your way into town and enter the Blood of the Vine Tavern.
Arik the Barkeep is standing there cleaning glasses and you see a few other Barovians sitting around and drinking their wine. Most of them seem as lifeless as Arik but there are two people that stand out among the lifeless, dreary crowd.
One a woman, wearing a brightly colored dress that goes down to the floor with a matching blouse, her long red hair is tied up into a ponytail. The other is a man that is talking to her dressed in coveralls and is dirty from head to foot. They are having a heated conversation about something but you are too far away to hear what they are saying.
The three Vistani owners are here and smile when you walk in but otherwise stay at their table.
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Artus goes up to arik and sits at the bar. "Wine please. What are those two going on about."
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Lando gets orders a cup of wine from Arik, then joins the sisters at their table.
"Well that proved to be enlightening afternoon. Had a nice little visit with Madame Eva earlier this evening. I can't help but feel more lost now, then when we started from here"
He shrugs and takes a long sip of wine.
"I'm going to turn in," Reggie says. He rents a room to himself. He pays the two silver and places a big hand on Artus's even bigger shoulder as he leaves to go to his room.
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Reggie enters the room, barely noticing the furnishings. He places his moon-touched sword out to provide some light and strips down, being careful with his swords, but nothing else. His clothes are strewn about in his haste to get off his feet. He climbs into bed and lays one arm over his eyes. Without realizing it, he utters, "Good night, moon." — a phrase his mother used to utter. He almost immediately falls asleep.
Some time in the night, Reggie dreams a dream which is not a dream. Reggie finds himself walking through a door. The door is familiar, yet not. He enters a room full of shifting light and boxes. The boxes are stacked, creating incredibly high towers. Reggie tries to see the tops of these towers and marvels at the height of the ceiling. Red birds are circling the towers. Some are landing in branches which sprout from the box towers. He hears a voice, but it's hard to tell where it's coming from. It sounds curious. Perhaps it is looking for something. Reggie turns and the door has become an open window. Through the window, Reggie sees blackness like a moonless night. A red bird is sitting on the window sill. It looks at Reggie and chirps. Reggie looks back at the boxes and begins to walk through them. As he touches them, he realizes the boxes are carved like wood. There's a house — a smallish house, but one that looks warm and inviting. There's a scene of three children, hand-in-hand, skipping up a lane. There's one of a mother holding an infant, a look of bliss on the woman's face. Artus appears at Reggie's side. He's holding a rose in one hand. Artus is smiling. "Thank you for protecting me," the minotaur says. Artus moves away, and Reggie continues to walk through the maze of carved boxes. Large, colorful leaves have started to fall around him. With each step, the leaves crunch underfoot. Reggie starts to hurry as the voice gets louder, sounding close by. He approaches Andrei from behind, putting a hand on the man's shoulder. As Andrei turns around, he gives Reggie a radiant smile. "Who's calling?" Reggie asks. "Thank you for protecting me," Andrei says. Andrei turns away, and Reggie walks past, still looking for the voice which is now laughing, but still calling out. "Hello?" Reggie calls back. He looks down at the floorboards and the leaves have disappeared. He now stands at one end of a narrow hallway. He can hear the voice laughing and calling from the other end, around a brightly lit corner. Reggie almost jogs down the hallway and turns the corner. The room is well-lit, circular and plain. The only piece of furniture is a large bed made up with what looks like a homemade quilt. Sitting on the edge of the bed is Reggie's mother and Nyanka. The two women are laughing together. When Reggie enters, his mother beams at him. "Reggie, come!" she laughs. "I've been waiting for you." She stretches out her arms and waves her hands in a welcoming gesture. Reggie crosses the room and sits in his mother's lap. Though he is grown, he is small and fits comfortably within her embrace. Seeing his mother makes him sad. He clings to her, burying his face in her bosom. "Nyanka has something for you," Reggie's mother says, seemingly oblivious to Reggie's sadness. Reggie opens his eyes, which are a little watery, and looks at the Vestani woman. She is also smiling. She holds out a closed fist palm up and slowly opens her fingers to reveal a gold band. Reggie looks at the band and suddenly feels fear. "Don't be afraid," Nyanka says with a warm smile. "It's a gift," Reggie's mother says. "I got it for you," she continues. Reggie looks up into his mother's face. "I love you so much," she says, squeezing him. "I don't want anything to happen to you, so I got you this. If you put it on, you'll be strong. Even stronger than you are now." "You want to be strong to protect Artus and Andrei, don't you?" Nyanka asks. "And Lando and Tilo?" Reggie's mother continues. "If you had taken the ring before, you would have been able to protect your family," Nyanka says. "No!" Reggie protests. He sits up, still on his mother's lap, but no longer leaning against her. He scowls at Nyanka. "I don't need the ring." "Reggie's mother takes hold of his upper arms, getting her son's attention. "Now, Reggie. Little boys are weak. But if you wear my ring, you'll be a man. A big, strong man. A protector. You want to be a protector, right? So no one else gets hurt?" Nyanka reaches out with her empty hand and touches Reggie's arm. As he looks at her, she leans in and kisses him. He is no longer small. He is no longer sitting on his mother's lap. He is a grown man being kissed by a passionate, viril woman. She ends the kiss and leans back. Reggie's mother is now standing a few feet away. She looks down at the two, still smiling. "It's OK, son. Put on the ring. Accept his help. Be a man. Be a protector." Reggie looks at Nyanka and then at her waiting palm and the gold band. He still feels hesitant, but also longs to put it on. He looks at it for what seems like an eternity, the two women waiting patiently. Finally, he slowly raises a hand and picks up the band between two fingers. He raises the other hand and slips the ring on his finger. The fit is perfect. The band is cool at first and then very warm, but not uncomfortably warm. In fact, the ring makes him feel very comfortable. The warmth radiates from his hand to the rest of his body. As he experiences the warming sensation, Nyanka stands. Reggie's mother is gone. Now, it is just Reggie and the Vestani. She steps in front of him, smiling down upon him. "Now," she says in almost a whisper, "we are truly one."
Andrei requests two cups, then sits at a table with Tilo. He pulls out his flask of ale and pours some in each cup.
"I thought you said I was too young for that?" Tilo asks with a questioning smile. Andrei frowns slightly.
"You're too young for any of this, but here you are. And here you are," Andrei says, passing one of the cups to Tilo, who accepts it gingerly.
Andrei takes a careful sip of ale and nods to himself.
Andrei, as is usual, will rent two rooms, one for himself and one for Tilo. He'll head to his room shortly after the previous conversation. Those in adjacent rooms to Andrei hear sporadic, muffled cursing in Abyssal for an hour or so before silence.
And that's all I have to say about that.
You awake in the morning and head back down to the bar and Arik the bartender is there cleaning the glasses as usual. He slides over a gray drab looking porridge for breakfast accompanied by a mulled wine to wash it down. Once done you make your way to Ismark's mansion at the end of the road.
A weary-looking mansion squats behind a rusting iron fence. The iron gates are twisted and torn. The right gate lies cast aside, while the left swings lazily in the wind. The stuttering squeal and clang of the gate repeats with mindless precision. Weeds choke the grounds and press with menace upon the house itself. Yet, against the walls, the growth has been tramped down to create a path all about the domain. Heavy claw markings have stripped the once-beautiful finish of the walls. Great black marks tell of the fires that have assailed the mansion. Not a pane nor a shard of glass stands in any window. All the windows are barred with planks, each one marked with stains of evil omen.
Trampled weeds all around the mansion as well as scores of wolf paw prints and human footprints can be found.
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DM Curse of Strahd
Redleaf Moutain Dwarf Circle of land(Moutain) Druid
Reggie is as quiet as usual at breakfast, but not at all surly. He's sometimes caught staring off into the distance in supposed thought. Once or twice, he laughs quietly to himself, but then clears his throat to mask the sound.
On the walk to the house, Reggie plays with one of his swords, spinning it in his hand in various maneuvers. But when they reach the mansion, he sheathes the sword and puts his hands on his hips while taking in the building. After surveying the mansion, he looks around at the other buildings. "Are we sure this is the right place?" he asks.
Andrei is visibly tired that morning, and doesn't talk much on the walk to the mansion.
He shrugs in response to Reggie's question, checking to make sure his ice ax is still clipped to his belt, then scanning the area to make sure no creatures are around.
Perception: 18
And that's all I have to say about that.
Reggie looks back at the house. "Let me try something," he says. He speaks in the harsh, dissonant language. It sounds like a question. After waiting a second, the group hears knocking. Following the sound, they see a disembodied hand — a deep red color, almost black — knock on the front door of the mansion and then disappear.
Andrei stares, mouth partially open.
"Where did you learn that...trick, Reggie?" he asks, voice falsely cheery.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Not taking his eyes off the door, Reggie answers Andrei, "Oh, er, well, it's kind of hard to explain. Let's talk about it later."
Andrei nods, eyes narrowing. He glances at Tilo.
"You learned any new tricks?" he asks the boy, clearly trying to change the subject. Tilo shakes his head, grinning.
"You'll know if I do, old man."
Andrei shakes his head and waits to see if there is any response from the mansion.
And that's all I have to say about that.
You hear shuffling from inside the house and after a few moments, you hear a young woman's voice speak out. "Who's there and what business do you have knocking on my door?"
Just a clarification. The mage hand that Reggie used to knock on the door was a long skeletal hand not what he described.
DM Tomb of Annihilation X2
DM Curse of Strahd
Redleaf Moutain Dwarf Circle of land(Moutain) Druid