"Yes, there is no doubt about what they have done I'm afraid. It seems that after being banned from Vallakia the coven turned to the village of Barovia, making bad parents trade their children for dream pies. I can barely think about the horrible fates of those poor children." The young blonde priestess explains as her face goes dark. "Thank you for the potions Father Lucian, I think we have all we need to face them now." She adds with resolve in here eyes, ready to leave for the Old Bonegrinder, shuddering at thought of how the place got it's name.
He lent forward and placed his hand gently on Loreleis head giving her a blessing (bless spell) to aid her on the way. May the dawn father watch over you and your fight this day.
The bard tags along with Lorelei to the service. He remains respectfully silent, but attentive to the priest's words. As the leave to rejoin the team he says, "Hey, what do you think about this; we could ask Frederik to hold a potion in his claws and give it to whomever is looking to be getting the worst of it when the battle is raging. That way we have at least one potion that we can get to someone in great need, and with haste."
Crisaryn too had accompanied those who went to the morning service. She sat impassively, clearly not familiar with the prayers or the ceremony at all. But she sat through it all attentively. She too gives Father Lucian thanks when he gives Lorelei the potions. "Those should be most helpful," she tells him. "We appreciate your help."
She hears Illmirth's comment, though she waits to see what Lorelei might say. She's a bit skeptical of handing over a precious healing potion the bird. But then again, they had proven helpful creatures.
"If you think the raven can handle that it could be helpful."The young blonde priestess says with a small and a bit skeptical smile, handing out the potions to the others. "Perhaps he can start off with that scouting mission and then you can hand him a potion before we storm the mill."
Hujj and Frederik and the other Ravens flew swiftly to the Mill, taking up positions on the non moving sails, making the odd phrucking noise that is so common amongst themselves. Hujj sends one Raven down to the entrance to the Mills path to sit on the broken gate awaiting the adventurers.
The bard stands ready to travel. If there is no other business in town he travels with the party, making small talk about the weather, the harvest, the merits of instrumentals versus vocals, basically anything but the impending battle. Everyone knew what the faced, Illmirth hoped to keep spirits light on the way.
When they reached the outskirts of the mill, he motions Vaelar to come over. Offering the pale skinned ranger a warm smile, he places his hand on his shoulder. "You are a shadow, eyes cannot detect you. Your blades are keen and righteous, armor cannot stop them. Your eyes are like the eagle, you see all that is."
***OoC: bardic inspiration to Vaelar - within 1 hour add a d6 to a failed d20 check***
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
"Yeah, let's go." Looking up at the Bonegrinder,... what a strange name..."Is is wrong to knock if we're just going to burn their house down?"
Everybody says the hags are supposed to be sleeping or somesuch during the day so she doesn't think being sneaky is necessary. She isn't good at being sneaky anyway. Alerya starts moving towards the windmill.
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"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
Crisaryn was eager to be ready to leave the town once the gates were opened. With the completion of the service, she tried to hasten everyone along. She was more than ready to be back on the road as soon as possible. "It seems like the earlier we get there the better," she comments as they travel. "No need to let the day get away from us."
When they finally do get within sight of the place, she is ready to just continue. But seeing the ravens she asks, "Do they have anything to tell us? Or do we simply press forward?" She does give Alerya a puzzled look. "I would not knock. We simply go in and take advantage of whatever surprise we can get."
The onion-domed edifice leans forward and to one side, as though trying to turn away from the stormy gray sky. You see gray brick walls and dirt-covered windows on the upper floors. A decrepit wooden platform encircles the windmill above a flimsy doorway leading to the building's interior. Perched on a wooden beam above the door is a raven. It hops about and squawks at you, seemingly agitated.
The raven sitting on the gate watches you then caws and flaps his wings, an answering phruck came from the Windmill ahead. You see another raven leave his roost on the door and flew straight to them. Frederik. He avoids perching on Illmirth and shares the gate instead. Where he alights long scratches in the wood appear, his talons still keep shifting talons or blades.
Children in windmill. Hag moving about upstairs, one sleeps can not see other. Stranger in fur and leather armour like tax men. He wears an eye, not juicy, too hard it followed me. Had to leave, left Hujj with the others. They still spy. He says quietly
On first floor. Demanding pies for Strahds men, in place of taxes. Hag annoyed, they argue. Pies in oven . Bad smell from meat cauldron. Want I to go with you? Dressed for battle. I take eyes with Hujj. He announced bravely.
Lorelei Dawnwarden
"Yes, there is no doubt about what they have done I'm afraid. It seems that after being banned from Vallakia the coven turned to the village of Barovia, making bad parents trade their children for dream pies. I can barely think about the horrible fates of those poor children." The young blonde priestess explains as her face goes dark. "Thank you for the potions Father Lucian, I think we have all we need to face them now." She adds with resolve in here eyes, ready to leave for the Old Bonegrinder, shuddering at thought of how the place got it's name.
DM
Lucien
He lent forward and placed his hand gently on Loreleis head giving her a blessing (bless spell) to aid her on the way. May the dawn father watch over you and your fight this day.
Illmirth
The bard tags along with Lorelei to the service. He remains respectfully silent, but attentive to the priest's words. As the leave to rejoin the team he says, "Hey, what do you think about this; we could ask Frederik to hold a potion in his claws and give it to whomever is looking to be getting the worst of it when the battle is raging. That way we have at least one potion that we can get to someone in great need, and with haste."
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Crisaryn Melkial
Crisaryn too had accompanied those who went to the morning service. She sat impassively, clearly not familiar with the prayers or the ceremony at all. But she sat through it all attentively. She too gives Father Lucian thanks when he gives Lorelei the potions. "Those should be most helpful," she tells him. "We appreciate your help."
She hears Illmirth's comment, though she waits to see what Lorelei might say. She's a bit skeptical of handing over a precious healing potion the bird. But then again, they had proven helpful creatures.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Lorelei Dawnwarden
"If you think the raven can handle that it could be helpful." The young blonde priestess says with a small and a bit skeptical smile, handing out the potions to the others. "Perhaps he can start off with that scouting mission and then you can hand him a potion before we storm the mill."
DM
Hujj and Frederik and the other Ravens flew swiftly to the Mill, taking up positions on the non moving sails, making the odd phrucking noise that is so common amongst themselves. Hujj sends one Raven down to the entrance to the Mills path to sit on the broken gate awaiting the adventurers.
Illmirth
The bard stands ready to travel. If there is no other business in town he travels with the party, making small talk about the weather, the harvest, the merits of instrumentals versus vocals, basically anything but the impending battle. Everyone knew what the faced, Illmirth hoped to keep spirits light on the way.
When they reached the outskirts of the mill, he motions Vaelar to come over. Offering the pale skinned ranger a warm smile, he places his hand on his shoulder. "You are a shadow, eyes cannot detect you. Your blades are keen and righteous, armor cannot stop them. Your eyes are like the eagle, you see all that is."
***OoC: bardic inspiration to Vaelar - within 1 hour add a d6 to a failed d20 check***
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Alerya
"Yeah, let's go." Looking up at the Bonegrinder,... what a strange name..."Is is wrong to knock if we're just going to burn their house down?"
Everybody says the hags are supposed to be sleeping or somesuch during the day so she doesn't think being sneaky is necessary. She isn't good at being sneaky anyway. Alerya starts moving towards the windmill.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Crisaryn Melkial
Crisaryn was eager to be ready to leave the town once the gates were opened. With the completion of the service, she tried to hasten everyone along. She was more than ready to be back on the road as soon as possible. "It seems like the earlier we get there the better," she comments as they travel. "No need to let the day get away from us."
When they finally do get within sight of the place, she is ready to just continue. But seeing the ravens she asks, "Do they have anything to tell us? Or do we simply press forward?" She does give Alerya a puzzled look. "I would not knock. We simply go in and take advantage of whatever surprise we can get."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
The onion-domed edifice leans forward and to one side, as though trying to turn away from the stormy gray sky. You see gray brick walls and dirt-covered windows on the upper floors. A decrepit wooden platform encircles the windmill above a flimsy doorway leading to the building's interior. Perched on a wooden beam above the door is a raven. It hops about and squawks at you, seemingly agitated.
The raven sitting on the gate watches you then caws and flaps his wings, an answering phruck came from the Windmill ahead. You see another raven leave his roost on the door and flew straight to them. Frederik. He avoids perching on Illmirth and shares the gate instead. Where he alights long scratches in the wood appear, his talons still keep shifting talons or blades.
Children in windmill. Hag moving about upstairs, one sleeps can not see other. Stranger in fur and leather armour like tax men. He wears an eye, not juicy, too hard it followed me. Had to leave, left Hujj with the others. They still spy. He says quietly
Vaelar
"A stranger?" Vaelar asks with an expression that grows concerned.
"Another ally? And one of the hags missing, or hidden?"
He narrows his pale eyes as he peers ahead toward the windmill.
"What is the fur-clad man doing?"
DM
Frederik
On first floor. Demanding pies for Strahds men, in place of taxes. Hag annoyed, they argue. Pies in oven . Bad smell from meat cauldron. Want I to go with you? Dressed for battle. I take eyes with Hujj. He announced bravely.
Alerya
"There are children inside? *tsk* I guess burning the whole thing down is no longer an option."
Seeing as there is a built-in distraction, Alerya readies her crossbow and moves to 40 feet of the door. She plans to drill whoever comes out first.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale