While Mordred makes his apologies, Osselorn studies the colorful women, trying to get a general sense of their disposition, and summoning a flirtatious smile if he senses one might be welcome.
Insight: 20
Persuasion: 17 (Rolled 16 but the 'Silver Tounge' feature should bring it up to a 17)
Osse perks up at the mention of the mists, pulling his attention back to Mordred..."The mists! Yes, I've noticed the strange haze around these parts. Sounds like they must be a common occurrence. Imposing though they may be, I must admit there's a sort of grim romantic beauty about them."
The bard notes the strange expressionless response of the bartender, but maintains a welcoming smile as he graciously accepts the drinks. He lifts his mug to Mordred in thanks then takes a sip. "I must say. It seems an interesting place, this Barovia." He says. "Unique sort of culture I'd say, but I can't quite locate it in my mind... Exactly how far off the Trade Way have I wandered if you don't mind me asking?"
When the woman steps through the door, Osselorn takes her measure, and tries to observe Mordred's response to her...
Perception: 20
Insight: 19
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He's able to see that the one that was leaving.. appears to have a goal in mind and has taken some sorta interest in him. Though she offers a flirty smile in return.. something dangerous lurks in her eyes before she leaves. The other two however giggle offering him a wave and one even gives a playful heart. Mordred looked to the women.. though he offered a smile Osse could see.. Mordred didn't trust any of them. He could also see... that they didn't care much for Mordred himself. The armored man took his drink looking to Osse as he talked about the mist.
"Romantic you say...? I don't know, they've always been a prison to me. No one who enters can leave.. Except people like those women. Vistani, they serve the dark lord of this land.. The man who created the mist."
Mordred had looked upon him as he asked upon the trade way a look of confusion.
"I.. Don't know what you mean, I know not.. what lies beyond the Svalich road you came.. Or what's beyond this valley even.
It's than that Mordred turns to this fearful woman and it's clear.. He knows her his look turning to pure empathy to this older woman. She locates Mordred and scuttles on over in a rushed panic.
Her gaze falls upon Mordred, and she steps shakily forward after finishing her little scuttle. As her features come into the light, Osse see's that her face is pale, her eyes blotchy, with dried tears staining the flesh across her cheeks. Her voice is a ragged, haunting whisper as she says.
"Burgomaster Kolyanaovich- I apologize for interrupting you and your guest. I.. I need you're help."
"Mary, you know I'm not the Burgomaster yet.. and with the lords attack on the town... I doubt I will be.. ever."
Mary seems to blow past his words she swallows and sways, and- for a moment-appears as though she's about to faint.
"It's gertruda.."
She says
"I think she's gone to the castle.. "
Though her voice is little louder than a whisper the tavern immediately falls silent.
"..Doru, she went after him... don't worry Mary I will organize a search party... just go home and rest. You'll need it.."
She tears up as Mordred pats her shoulder and sends her home. As he laments this fact a whisper can be heard. (From Osse's high perception check.) It is from the plump man he says. "Mordred the lesser.. look what you and Doru have started now." Mordred tenses but ignores the comment and looks over to Osse.
"I apologize.. for that little scene. I am more than willing to catch you up.. on events around here. I think that may be best.. as I'm afraid you'r stuck here and being lost in the dark can be.. Rather dangerous. I don't wanna see two people becoming lost in the woods today and you seem of the kind sort not to mention a good drinking partner. I know the tavern didn't seem cheery.. but you're music was still a nice change of pace I assure you. I hope I don't speak too.. overly familiar sir Osse."
Osselorn struggles to maintain a neutral expression upon receiving the onslaught of foreboding details about his current location. He smiles warmly at Mordred's apology.
"Not at all, kind Sir. Every land has its troubles. I've traveled widely. Seen many..." In a joking tone he continues, with a wink, "Perhaps caused a few as well."
"You have my sincere gratitude for your care and concern. I'd be honored to have one such as yourself as a guide. After all... This title she used for you... Burgomaster... It denotes some formal station of authority in this town, am I right? What great fortune I must have for my first aquaintance in Barvoia to be a person of position." He bows slightly. "I am at your service."
"In fact. If you would permit it. I would love to volunteer to be a part of this search party you're putting together. I may not have much to contribute besides a second pair of eyes and a second pair of hands, but it would do me good to begin my stay here with a simple act of service to the community... Show the locals they have nothing to fear from one such as I. Don't you think?"
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Mordred looks to Osse blankly a moment at his playful wink before.. Chuckling a bit.
"Hah, a little bit of mischief and laughter.. Wouldn't be a bad thing. Ahh, as I told Mary.. I'm not the Burgomaster yet.. And honestly I might not become the burgomaster at all in fact... I let this town down. Though I suppose for now.. I may be be in charge for now.. to an extent.
He finishes his drink before standing once more.
"You should know, the man who rules this valley.. is a man known as Strahd von Zarovich. Most fear to say his name, people believe he is a vampire.. or the devil himself. We had a revolt.. a few months back and now we are facing the consequences of that revolt from his undead army. Many believe now that saying his name brings power... to him. I don't know if that's true or not but the wolves... bats and the Vistani are all his spies. Many of us Barovians want to flee to Vallaki.. the capital of the valley. There is a church... called saint Andral it's supposed to be hallowed, safe from him."
He see's that Osse is ready to help in the search of Gertruda. Mordred looks to him leaning close with a faint whisper.
"While I will try to send a party.. it's likely she's already at the castle.. Getting her won't be so easy.. or perhaps even possible. If you wish to help me though or look for work... The vampire has his eyes set on a woman.. My sister. If you could help me.. escort her to Vallaki.. to saint Andral.. I'd pay you and I'd be eternally grateful. I know.. it is selfish to ask and perhaps not to the teachings of the morning lord.. but I would still ask this of you. If it is not too forward."
Osse observes Morded's expression, hearing his tales of wolves and undead and Vistani spies. He searches the man's face for any signs of guile or deceit.
Insight: 10
Osselorn's expression grows sober upon hearing the prospect of an innocent person held captive by a tyrant. He occasionally glances over at the colorfully dressed women, tries to see if they're monitoring his conversation. As he does, he attempts to adopt the tone and body language of someone who has no interest in what Mordred is saying.
Perception: 18
Deception: 13
"I see..." He says, taking a sip of his drink and keeping his eyes far from Mordrad."This Gertruda... Who is she to Mary? And, dare I ask... what use would the Lord have for her at the castle? Or your sister for that matter. I do prefer hearing the full story before I risk incurring the wrath of devils and vampires."
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Osse is able to glean Mordred on a surface level. He's seems desperate to be sure but as far as Osse can tell he means no deceit and his grief and desperation seem genuine. He looks to Osse and any mask that Mordred could maintain.. any distance falls when the question of Gertruda and more so.. His sister is asked. It's as if a dagger is plunged to the man's heart he grips his ale and takes a deep breath. Anger enter his warm eyes, he understands the reason for the question but it still certainly bothers him greatly.
He has consorts, three brides and there is likely more if you want my honest opinion. Gertruda... she is Mary's daughter. He hasn't taken an interest in Gertruda she want to retrieve her betrothed.. Doru from the revolt but it's likely when she arrives he may take her anyway. As for my sister... he's shown a deeper interest in. Enough that when he saw her he reduced the attacks upon the village.. of course his leagues had already-
He takes a deep breath clenching his ale tighter before releasing and continuing on Osse's initials questions.
The full story? If you don't want to be involved you wouldn't be the first. No one, not even her life long neighbors or family friends will help her for that exact reason. They all avoid her like the black plague. The full story, do you mean of our revolt? Or what else I may know of the count?
Osse can't tell if these women care or not about their conversation but they seem to be enjoying their drinks greatly. His performance of pretending not to care of Mordreds words seems convincing to the bar. It seems that the muscled blonde himself even gets this impression that perhaps he doesn't and shifts uncomfortably. He stares of Osse, clearly unsure of what to make of the man.
Osselorn takes just a moment to lock eyes with Mordred and he offers a kind smile.
"Apologies if I seem a bit squirrelly... It's just all a bit much to take in... and I have my share of trust issues."He turns his attention back to watching the colorful women as he speaks. "In my experience, powerful rulers like this Lord Strahd of yours tend to have eyes everywhere, and I want to make sure put on the right show for those eyes... I have the benefit of being a newcomer. A blank slate, so to speak. The less I'm seen to be hold allegiances, the better for everyone... and that includes your sister."
He looks back at Mordred, knowingly, and nods. "I'll do what I can to help her. You have my word." He shifts slightly, looking away again. "I don't pretend to be a man of great ability, mind you... but I've survived a thing or two, and helped others do the same." He hesitates for a moment... lost in a memory... Then he comes to, realizes he's taken far too long of a break from playing and readies his viol for another song.
"So, let me know what you need me to do."His eyes scan the room as he lifts his bow. "Perhaps at a time and place that's a little less... public than our current position..."
With that, he starts to play again, a well-practiced, satirical ditty about a town that had a mysterious string of bad luck when they failed to properly spoil a traveling bard. It's the go-to song he uses to gently nudge his audience to open up their pockets and pay for his room and board.
Performance: 10 Lol
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Osse knows from experience that people have lost trust or faith for far less on the road. He himself was a cautious man and not without good reason of course. However Mordred had locked eyes for that moment and simply nodding at Osse. His eyes however seemed to have that warmth returned Osse could underneath that rough exterior.. Was something else.
"Ahh, no one in Barovia is without their damages so I cannot hold those against you nor would I wish to."
Mordred's eyes slowly opened to Osse's explaination as it began to dawn at him. He had begun to put on a scowl but his voice was low and hushed.
"I.. I am a fool, that is a good plan. My father would have known.. without you risking to explain it to me. I apologize for my incompetence.
Mordred's scowl was almost broken but for the sake of appearance he had kept his face on. He had looked to him eyes filled with gratitude.
I am in you're debt.. truly. I also think.. Vallaki will be safer for you too newcomers usually grab the lords attention. It won't just be my sister I try to help. I'll go ahead, but at the end of town to the south. There is one manor, I will await for you at that manor as you said.. we should be discreet and it'd be better if we not leave together. We can collect her and head out, if you wish to explore the town first that is okay as well. Across the street here.. is Bildrath's mercantile. He's on break here in the tavern.. the plump man and the large child like man beside him.. The one who enjoyed you're performance is Parpol. If you shop at Bildrath's.. tell him you aren't associated with me. I asked you for help and you declined, insult me if you can as well. He's cross.. with me and Doru for the revolt. To an extent. I can't really blame him for being upset honestly.
With that Mordred had begun to leave and his second performance appears to be... Luke warm to the audience at best. None seem to offer a coin except for one of these colorful women the one who had winked at him offered a silver. Except of course, the large man with the smile of an innocent child. Parpol, that was what Mordred called him. Parpol had put together 9 silvers and handed them over as he spoke.
Sorry it's only six silver! You play super duper good! I like the noises you make from that! They make me really happy!
The plump man had groaned at Parpol's donation clearly shaking his head in disapproval to Parol. Be it to the choice he made in the first place or his poor math. He had stood up finishing his drink before heading back. He had grumbled to his nephew. "Come on Parrywhimple! Were heading out!!"
Osselorn will graciously collect the silver, find the innkeeper, introduce himself as a wayward traveler and rent a room.
He pays out of his own funds... then slides across the ten silver coins he received from his performance. "And while you're at it... Go ahead a credit these to the Parpol's tab. If he asks, say it was a gift to his nephew from a fellow music lover."He looks the inkeep keenly in the eye. "Can I trust that you'll honor that request?"
Insight check on the tavern keeper... Will he honor that request?
Insight: 12
Once the room, and the tab is paid for, Osselorn asks the innkeep. "Tell me, sir. No one knows a town better than the one who pours their drinks. What does a traveler need to know about this place, the Burgomeister, and the... other... authorities in this land?"
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The barkeep which may be the closest thing to an innkeep looks to Osse and flatly says without an ounce of emotion.
"No rooms."
He continues to clean a glass.. over and over again as he begins to stare off once more. The man looks flatly too Osse about Parpol's tab. He doesn't offer an answer on the tab one way or the other only asking instead.
"Do you want another drink than?"
He says almost as if Osse's words are fallen upon deaf ears. And further more to insighting him.. this barkeep has.. zero thoughts on what Osse had said. Answering the drink and the room.. he isn't just stoic.. He's clearly thinking.. of nothing, nothing at all except the next drink to pour. As Osse ask the man questions on the town he looks up with a blank expression.
"Do you... want a drink sir?"
That is when a lady giggles walking forward the woman who had winked his way. Her outfit was many bright hues and her dancing dress was certainly exotic to say the least she stuck out here like a sore thumb.
"Arik.. isn't great for conversation I'm afraid but if you want I can answer those questions hun, For Barovia? I can give you a map, as for the Burgomeister Mordred? He's a dangerous loose cannon. A fool, they mark him as the lesser and his sister is cursed. If you get caught up with them.. you'll surely die. There are two other towns with Burgomeister all under the count. Oh and the names Mirabel by the way~"
With that she hands him a map, though it appears to be unmarked.
Osselorn hides his concern over the barkeep and turns to Mirabel with his winningest smile.
"Goodness. Such a warm welcome. You humble me with your hospitality." He says, taking his first read on whether she's trying to con/manipulate him in some way...
Insight: 15
He takes the map, glances at it for a moment, then looks back into her eyes, cooing. "Gods. Mirabel. Such a beautiful name...Sounds like a springtime, flower... And yet no flower has ever been quite so colorful... so vibrant, or half as sweet."
He lifts the map to indicate it. "And your generosity! I shared but a song, and, in return, you gave me a town. Has ever there been a truer heart? I so admire the way you speak with such clarity and directness about the goings of the town. Shedding light upon my understanding where there was once darkness. Such a mind you have, and such a proficient tongue."
He says the last bit with wink. Looks for a reaction, then continues. "And yet, how unworthy am I of such grace! Standing here before you, nothing but a dusty vagabond... without so much as a warm bed to spend the night in!" He gestures flamboyantly with mock lament, shamelessly fishing for an invitation.
Persuasion: 12
"You must accept my apology." He says."For standing before you in such a manner."
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Though his eyes were rather insightful she was rather hard to read and her smile beaming. She couldn't help but laugh a bit with her cheeks a bit red.
"Ahh no need for that, it's my sister Sorvia that usually gets the attention from handsome half elfs like you. With such wit and a playful tongue you'd make a perfect Vistani honestly."
She raises an eye as he fishes an arm out for a invitation she blinks for a moment before laughing a bit.
"I know they say a vistana woman is rather adventurous but we have only met? Though you are a rather handsome fella, hmm.. If you can make it through the valley.. To the Tser Camp.. where I hail. Than I suppose I could perhaps.. indulge you. Even I the heart of a maiden you know. It'd be almost cruel to get to know you most intimately only to learn the valley may take you so quickly."
She stands up stretching out a bit looking back to him.
If you want for shelter tonight I do have a tent outside of town.. to the north entrance one I won't need as I'm heading out soon.
Yeesh... Rolled a Nat 1, but with my Bonus + Silver Tongue Feature that actually comes out to a 15 Lol... Forgot about that feature with my Persuasion check earlier but oh well. That's on me.
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Osselorn bows. "You honor me, sweet Mirabel. I bid you farewell. The night will be much drearier the moment you leave this place."
Once she steps away, he'll purchase another drink from the bartender, then find a shady corner to occupy. From there, he'll wait for Mirabel and her sister to leave. All the while he nurses his drink and noodles on his viol. While he plays and waits, he observes the crowd to see if they seem... off... like the bartender, while occasionally glancing down, to study the map.
(OOC: Any chance he can identify where he came in and where the Blood of the Vine is without asking anyone?)
Insight: 9 (Boyoboy... I'm hitting that Insight button every 5 seconds, it seems. In hindsight, I really should've taken it as a proficiency, lol. Ah well, it's kinda fun being in the dark)
Perception: 15
Once the coast seems clear, Osselorn quietly packs up and slips out, doing his best to remain unnoticed. Once outside, he'll look across the street to see if there's still a light on at Bildrath's and search the nearby perches to see if he spots his raven friend.
Stealth: 23
Perception: 8
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A few of the one's in the crowd do seem... strange like the bar tender in fact staring off into seemingly... nothing. Mirabel offers him a playful curtsy before making her own exit. He's as quiet as a ghost as he sneaks about and he spots no Raven it seems and as luck would have it... Bildrath's shop right across the street does appear to be open!
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Remove 2 silver for the drinks and add a D8 inspiration for roleplay ^^
As for the map and the blood of the vine I'd say he can. Here allow to make a map that adds the marker (Since he's discovered it.)
He was able to hear at least one thing before entering the establishment, a large bellowing voice.
"Parrywhimple! Gods damn it boy I said the box goes to the far LEFT you're LEFT! Morninglord above child you're testing my patience today!!"
As Osse enters he can see that large plump man behind a counter and a young built young man with a sheepish expression and shaggy hair blonde hair moving a crate. The larger plump man had exclaimed happily to Osse entering.
"Ahh, Morninglord be praised a customer! What are you in the business for lad?"
Looking around Osse could see a Rapier for sell at 125 gold pieces. A longsword for 75 gold pieces a shield for 10 gold and many other things such as traveling gear and rations. Osse could see that any of this stuff... was about five times more than the usual market price!
OOC As for his ENTIRE selection what he can see is anything in the players handbook that is 25 gold or less BUT at five times the cost.
Osselorn does his best to hide his surprise at the inflated prices as he addresses the store clerk.
"Good evening, my fellow. So sorry to trouble you so late in the day, but it seems I've expended my supply of oil and I'd hate to be without sufficient light for my nightly reading."He pulls out a pouch with the 2 gold and 5 silver for the soil. "I would be so gratefully obliged if I could purchase a vial..."He also produces another pair of gold coins "...and even moreso if you might direct me to a safe place to rest my weary bones for the evening. I'm not a particular sort. A basement supply closet would do... Anything to keep away the night's chill."
Persuasion: 13 (Bumped to 17 w/ Silver Tongue Feature)
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While Mordred makes his apologies, Osselorn studies the colorful women, trying to get a general sense of their disposition, and summoning a flirtatious smile if he senses one might be welcome.
Insight: 20
Persuasion: 17 (Rolled 16 but the 'Silver Tounge' feature should bring it up to a 17)
Osse perks up at the mention of the mists, pulling his attention back to Mordred..."The mists! Yes, I've noticed the strange haze around these parts. Sounds like they must be a common occurrence. Imposing though they may be, I must admit there's a sort of grim romantic beauty about them."
The bard notes the strange expressionless response of the bartender, but maintains a welcoming smile as he graciously accepts the drinks. He lifts his mug to Mordred in thanks then takes a sip. "I must say. It seems an interesting place, this Barovia." He says. "Unique sort of culture I'd say, but I can't quite locate it in my mind... Exactly how far off the Trade Way have I wandered if you don't mind me asking?"
When the woman steps through the door, Osselorn takes her measure, and tries to observe Mordred's response to her...
Perception: 20
Insight: 19
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He's able to see that the one that was leaving.. appears to have a goal in mind and has taken some sorta interest in him. Though she offers a flirty smile in return.. something dangerous lurks in her eyes before she leaves. The other two however giggle offering him a wave and one even gives a playful heart. Mordred looked to the women.. though he offered a smile Osse could see.. Mordred didn't trust any of them. He could also see... that they didn't care much for Mordred himself. The armored man took his drink looking to Osse as he talked about the mist.
"Romantic you say...? I don't know, they've always been a prison to me. No one who enters can leave.. Except people like those women. Vistani, they serve the dark lord of this land.. The man who created the mist."
Mordred had looked upon him as he asked upon the trade way a look of confusion.
"I.. Don't know what you mean, I know not.. what lies beyond the Svalich road you came.. Or what's beyond this valley even.
It's than that Mordred turns to this fearful woman and it's clear.. He knows her his look turning to pure empathy to this older woman. She locates Mordred and scuttles on over in a rushed panic.
Her gaze falls upon Mordred, and she steps shakily forward after finishing her little scuttle. As her features come into the light, Osse see's that her face is pale, her eyes blotchy, with dried tears staining the flesh across her cheeks. Her voice is a ragged, haunting whisper as she says.
"Burgomaster Kolyanaovich- I apologize for interrupting you and your guest. I.. I need you're help."
"Mary, you know I'm not the Burgomaster yet.. and with the lords attack on the town... I doubt I will be.. ever."
Mary seems to blow past his words she swallows and sways, and- for a moment-appears as though she's about to faint.
"It's gertruda.."
She says
"I think she's gone to the castle.. "
Though her voice is little louder than a whisper the tavern immediately falls silent.
"..Doru, she went after him... don't worry Mary I will organize a search party... just go home and rest. You'll need it.."
She tears up as Mordred pats her shoulder and sends her home. As he laments this fact a whisper can be heard. (From Osse's high perception check.) It is from the plump man he says. "Mordred the lesser.. look what you and Doru have started now." Mordred tenses but ignores the comment and looks over to Osse.
"I apologize.. for that little scene. I am more than willing to catch you up.. on events around here. I think that may be best.. as I'm afraid you'r stuck here and being lost in the dark can be.. Rather dangerous. I don't wanna see two people becoming lost in the woods today and you seem of the kind sort not to mention a good drinking partner. I know the tavern didn't seem cheery.. but you're music was still a nice change of pace I assure you. I hope I don't speak too.. overly familiar sir Osse."
Osselorn struggles to maintain a neutral expression upon receiving the onslaught of foreboding details about his current location. He smiles warmly at Mordred's apology.
"Not at all, kind Sir. Every land has its troubles. I've traveled widely. Seen many..." In a joking tone he continues, with a wink, "Perhaps caused a few as well."
"You have my sincere gratitude for your care and concern. I'd be honored to have one such as yourself as a guide. After all... This title she used for you... Burgomaster... It denotes some formal station of authority in this town, am I right? What great fortune I must have for my first aquaintance in Barvoia to be a person of position." He bows slightly. "I am at your service."
"In fact. If you would permit it. I would love to volunteer to be a part of this search party you're putting together. I may not have much to contribute besides a second pair of eyes and a second pair of hands, but it would do me good to begin my stay here with a simple act of service to the community... Show the locals they have nothing to fear from one such as I. Don't you think?"
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Mordred looks to Osse blankly a moment at his playful wink before.. Chuckling a bit.
"Hah, a little bit of mischief and laughter.. Wouldn't be a bad thing. Ahh, as I told Mary.. I'm not the Burgomaster yet.. And honestly I might not become the burgomaster at all in fact... I let this town down. Though I suppose for now.. I may be be in charge for now.. to an extent.
He finishes his drink before standing once more.
"You should know, the man who rules this valley.. is a man known as Strahd von Zarovich. Most fear to say his name, people believe he is a vampire.. or the devil himself. We had a revolt.. a few months back and now we are facing the consequences of that revolt from his undead army. Many believe now that saying his name brings power... to him. I don't know if that's true or not but the wolves... bats and the Vistani are all his spies. Many of us Barovians want to flee to Vallaki.. the capital of the valley. There is a church... called saint Andral it's supposed to be hallowed, safe from him."
He see's that Osse is ready to help in the search of Gertruda. Mordred looks to him leaning close with a faint whisper.
"While I will try to send a party.. it's likely she's already at the castle.. Getting her won't be so easy.. or perhaps even possible. If you wish to help me though or look for work... The vampire has his eyes set on a woman.. My sister. If you could help me.. escort her to Vallaki.. to saint Andral.. I'd pay you and I'd be eternally grateful. I know.. it is selfish to ask and perhaps not to the teachings of the morning lord.. but I would still ask this of you. If it is not too forward."
Osse observes Morded's expression, hearing his tales of wolves and undead and Vistani spies. He searches the man's face for any signs of guile or deceit.
Insight: 10
Osselorn's expression grows sober upon hearing the prospect of an innocent person held captive by a tyrant. He occasionally glances over at the colorfully dressed women, tries to see if they're monitoring his conversation. As he does, he attempts to adopt the tone and body language of someone who has no interest in what Mordred is saying.
Perception: 18
Deception: 13
"I see..." He says, taking a sip of his drink and keeping his eyes far from Mordrad. "This Gertruda... Who is she to Mary? And, dare I ask... what use would the Lord have for her at the castle? Or your sister for that matter. I do prefer hearing the full story before I risk incurring the wrath of devils and vampires."
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Osse is able to glean Mordred on a surface level. He's seems desperate to be sure but as far as Osse can tell he means no deceit and his grief and desperation seem genuine. He looks to Osse and any mask that Mordred could maintain.. any distance falls when the question of Gertruda and more so.. His sister is asked. It's as if a dagger is plunged to the man's heart he grips his ale and takes a deep breath. Anger enter his warm eyes, he understands the reason for the question but it still certainly bothers him greatly.
He has consorts, three brides and there is likely more if you want my honest opinion. Gertruda... she is Mary's daughter. He hasn't taken an interest in Gertruda she want to retrieve her betrothed.. Doru from the revolt but it's likely when she arrives he may take her anyway. As for my sister... he's shown a deeper interest in. Enough that when he saw her he reduced the attacks upon the village.. of course his leagues had already-
He takes a deep breath clenching his ale tighter before releasing and continuing on Osse's initials questions.
The full story? If you don't want to be involved you wouldn't be the first. No one, not even her life long neighbors or family friends will help her for that exact reason. They all avoid her like the black plague. The full story, do you mean of our revolt? Or what else I may know of the count?
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M:
5
CI:
12
CD: 11
These dice will decide a few things...
Osse can't tell if these women care or not about their conversation but they seem to be enjoying their drinks greatly. His performance of pretending not to care of Mordreds words seems convincing to the bar. It seems that the muscled blonde himself even gets this impression that perhaps he doesn't and shifts uncomfortably. He stares of Osse, clearly unsure of what to make of the man.
Osselorn takes just a moment to lock eyes with Mordred and he offers a kind smile.
"Apologies if I seem a bit squirrelly... It's just all a bit much to take in... and I have my share of trust issues." He turns his attention back to watching the colorful women as he speaks. "In my experience, powerful rulers like this Lord Strahd of yours tend to have eyes everywhere, and I want to make sure put on the right show for those eyes... I have the benefit of being a newcomer. A blank slate, so to speak. The less I'm seen to be hold allegiances, the better for everyone... and that includes your sister."
He looks back at Mordred, knowingly, and nods. "I'll do what I can to help her. You have my word." He shifts slightly, looking away again. "I don't pretend to be a man of great ability, mind you... but I've survived a thing or two, and helped others do the same." He hesitates for a moment... lost in a memory... Then he comes to, realizes he's taken far too long of a break from playing and readies his viol for another song.
"So, let me know what you need me to do." His eyes scan the room as he lifts his bow. "Perhaps at a time and place that's a little less... public than our current position..."
With that, he starts to play again, a well-practiced, satirical ditty about a town that had a mysterious string of bad luck when they failed to properly spoil a traveling bard. It's the go-to song he uses to gently nudge his audience to open up their pockets and pay for his room and board.
Performance: 10 Lol
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Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"
Osse knows from experience that people have lost trust or faith for far less on the road. He himself was a cautious man and not without good reason of course. However Mordred had locked eyes for that moment and simply nodding at Osse. His eyes however seemed to have that warmth returned Osse could underneath that rough exterior.. Was something else.
"Ahh, no one in Barovia is without their damages so I cannot hold those against you nor would I wish to."
Mordred's eyes slowly opened to Osse's explaination as it began to dawn at him. He had begun to put on a scowl but his voice was low and hushed.
"I.. I am a fool, that is a good plan. My father would have known.. without you risking to explain it to me. I apologize for my incompetence.
Mordred's scowl was almost broken but for the sake of appearance he had kept his face on. He had looked to him eyes filled with gratitude.
I am in you're debt.. truly. I also think.. Vallaki will be safer for you too newcomers usually grab the lords attention. It won't just be my sister I try to help. I'll go ahead, but at the end of town to the south. There is one manor, I will await for you at that manor as you said.. we should be discreet and it'd be better if we not leave together. We can collect her and head out, if you wish to explore the town first that is okay as well. Across the street here.. is Bildrath's mercantile. He's on break here in the tavern.. the plump man and the large child like man beside him.. The one who enjoyed you're performance is Parpol. If you shop at Bildrath's.. tell him you aren't associated with me. I asked you for help and you declined, insult me if you can as well. He's cross.. with me and Doru for the revolt. To an extent. I can't really blame him for being upset honestly.
With that Mordred had begun to leave and his second performance appears to be... Luke warm to the audience at best. None seem to offer a coin except for one of these colorful women the one who had winked at him offered a silver. Except of course, the large man with the smile of an innocent child. Parpol, that was what Mordred called him. Parpol had put together 9 silvers and handed them over as he spoke.
Sorry it's only six silver! You play super duper good! I like the noises you make from that! They make me really happy!
The plump man had groaned at Parpol's donation clearly shaking his head in disapproval to Parol. Be it to the choice he made in the first place or his poor math. He had stood up finishing his drink before heading back. He had grumbled to his nephew. "Come on Parrywhimple! Were heading out!!"
O-Okay!
Osselorn will graciously collect the silver, find the innkeeper, introduce himself as a wayward traveler and rent a room.
He pays out of his own funds... then slides across the ten silver coins he received from his performance. "And while you're at it... Go ahead a credit these to the Parpol's tab. If he asks, say it was a gift to his nephew from a fellow music lover." He looks the inkeep keenly in the eye. "Can I trust that you'll honor that request?"
Insight check on the tavern keeper... Will he honor that request?
Insight: 12
Once the room, and the tab is paid for, Osselorn asks the innkeep. "Tell me, sir. No one knows a town better than the one who pours their drinks. What does a traveler need to know about this place, the Burgomeister, and the... other... authorities in this land?"
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Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"
The barkeep which may be the closest thing to an innkeep looks to Osse and flatly says without an ounce of emotion.
"No rooms."
He continues to clean a glass.. over and over again as he begins to stare off once more. The man looks flatly too Osse about Parpol's tab. He doesn't offer an answer on the tab one way or the other only asking instead.
"Do you want another drink than?"
He says almost as if Osse's words are fallen upon deaf ears. And further more to insighting him.. this barkeep has.. zero thoughts on what Osse had said. Answering the drink and the room.. he isn't just stoic.. He's clearly thinking.. of nothing, nothing at all except the next drink to pour. As Osse ask the man questions on the town he looks up with a blank expression.
"Do you... want a drink sir?"
That is when a lady giggles walking forward the woman who had winked his way. Her outfit was many bright hues and her dancing dress was certainly exotic to say the least she stuck out here like a sore thumb.
"Arik.. isn't great for conversation I'm afraid but if you want I can answer those questions hun, For Barovia? I can give you a map, as for the Burgomeister Mordred? He's a dangerous loose cannon. A fool, they mark him as the lesser and his sister is cursed. If you get caught up with them.. you'll surely die. There are two other towns with Burgomeister all under the count. Oh and the names Mirabel by the way~"
With that she hands him a map, though it appears to be unmarked.
OOC Map
https://www.dq-nz.org/dqwiki/images/e/e7/Borovia-town-map.jpg
Osselorn hides his concern over the barkeep and turns to Mirabel with his winningest smile.
"Goodness. Such a warm welcome. You humble me with your hospitality." He says, taking his first read on whether she's trying to con/manipulate him in some way...
Insight: 15
He takes the map, glances at it for a moment, then looks back into her eyes, cooing. "Gods. Mirabel. Such a beautiful name...Sounds like a springtime, flower... And yet no flower has ever been quite so colorful... so vibrant, or half as sweet."
He lifts the map to indicate it. "And your generosity! I shared but a song, and, in return, you gave me a town. Has ever there been a truer heart? I so admire the way you speak with such clarity and directness about the goings of the town. Shedding light upon my understanding where there was once darkness. Such a mind you have, and such a proficient tongue."
He says the last bit with wink. Looks for a reaction, then continues. "And yet, how unworthy am I of such grace! Standing here before you, nothing but a dusty vagabond... without so much as a warm bed to spend the night in!" He gestures flamboyantly with mock lament, shamelessly fishing for an invitation.
Persuasion: 12
"You must accept my apology." He says. "For standing before you in such a manner."
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Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"
OOC
DM Rolls
MD: 6
And she herself is going to try and insight his intent. Roll me deception
And her insight below.
5
After I see the results I can post back~
Though his eyes were rather insightful she was rather hard to read and her smile beaming. She couldn't help but laugh a bit with her cheeks a bit red.
"Ahh no need for that, it's my sister Sorvia that usually gets the attention from handsome half elfs like you. With such wit and a playful tongue you'd make a perfect Vistani honestly."
She raises an eye as he fishes an arm out for a invitation she blinks for a moment before laughing a bit.
"I know they say a vistana woman is rather adventurous but we have only met? Though you are a rather handsome fella, hmm.. If you can make it through the valley.. To the Tser Camp.. where I hail. Than I suppose I could perhaps.. indulge you. Even I the heart of a maiden you know. It'd be almost cruel to get to know you most intimately only to learn the valley may take you so quickly."
She stands up stretching out a bit looking back to him.
If you want for shelter tonight I do have a tent outside of town.. to the north entrance one I won't need as I'm heading out soon.
Yeesh... Rolled a Nat 1, but with my Bonus + Silver Tongue Feature that actually comes out to a 15 Lol... Forgot about that feature with my Persuasion check earlier but oh well. That's on me.
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Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"
Osselorn bows. "You honor me, sweet Mirabel. I bid you farewell. The night will be much drearier the moment you leave this place."
Once she steps away, he'll purchase another drink from the bartender, then find a shady corner to occupy. From there, he'll wait for Mirabel and her sister to leave. All the while he nurses his drink and noodles on his viol. While he plays and waits, he observes the crowd to see if they seem... off... like the bartender, while occasionally glancing down, to study the map.
(OOC: Any chance he can identify where he came in and where the Blood of the Vine is without asking anyone?)
Insight: 9 (Boyoboy... I'm hitting that Insight button every 5 seconds, it seems. In hindsight, I really should've taken it as a proficiency, lol. Ah well, it's kinda fun being in the dark)
Perception: 15
Once the coast seems clear, Osselorn quietly packs up and slips out, doing his best to remain unnoticed. Once outside, he'll look across the street to see if there's still a light on at Bildrath's and search the nearby perches to see if he spots his raven friend.
Stealth: 23
Perception: 8
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Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"
A few of the one's in the crowd do seem... strange like the bar tender in fact staring off into seemingly... nothing. Mirabel offers him a playful curtsy before making her own exit. He's as quiet as a ghost as he sneaks about and he spots no Raven it seems and as luck would have it... Bildrath's shop right across the street does appear to be open!
OOC
Remove 2 silver for the drinks and add a D8 inspiration for roleplay ^^
As for the map and the blood of the vine I'd say he can. Here allow to make a map that adds the marker (Since he's discovered it.)
https://www.worldanvil.com/w/strahd-campaign-shieldhero-/map/593543fe-7135-4fb7-b93b-00a11414a664
Here it is ^~^
Oh yeah insight can be big in CoS (but a lot of campaigns too haha)
Osselorn makes his way to Bildrath's, lingering outside for a moment to see if he can catch any stray conversation before heading in.
Perception: 12
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Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"
He was able to hear at least one thing before entering the establishment, a large bellowing voice.
"Parrywhimple! Gods damn it boy I said the box goes to the far LEFT you're LEFT! Morninglord above child you're testing my patience today!!"
As Osse enters he can see that large plump man behind a counter and a young built young man with a sheepish expression and shaggy hair blonde hair moving a crate. The larger plump man had exclaimed happily to Osse entering.
"Ahh, Morninglord be praised a customer! What are you in the business for lad?"
Looking around Osse could see a Rapier for sell at 125 gold pieces. A longsword for 75 gold pieces a shield for 10 gold and many other things such as traveling gear and rations. Osse could see that any of this stuff... was about five times more than the usual market price!
OOC
As for his ENTIRE selection what he can see is anything in the players handbook that is 25 gold or less BUT at five times the cost.
Osselorn does his best to hide his surprise at the inflated prices as he addresses the store clerk.
"Good evening, my fellow. So sorry to trouble you so late in the day, but it seems I've expended my supply of oil and I'd hate to be without sufficient light for my nightly reading." He pulls out a pouch with the 2 gold and 5 silver for the soil. "I would be so gratefully obliged if I could purchase a vial..." He also produces another pair of gold coins "...and even moreso if you might direct me to a safe place to rest my weary bones for the evening. I'm not a particular sort. A basement supply closet would do... Anything to keep away the night's chill."
Persuasion: 13 (Bumped to 17 w/ Silver Tongue Feature)
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Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"