JudyMacs Curse of Strahd

Crisaryn Melkial

Sitting and enjoying her meal, Crisaryn looks over at Illmirth. "Noted! Do not invite the bard if planning anything fun. He will only enjoy it if it's his plan." She gives him a slight grin. 

Lorelei Dawnwarden

The young blonde priestess had stayed quiet during the knitting discussion, just feeling awkward and out of place. She accepts the kindness of food with a small but grateful smile, eating slowly and quietly. It seemed the others got along nicely at least so that was something.

Illmirth

"You wound me deeply, lady," he says, face falling like a three year old being scolded.  He flops down cross legged, offering up his best pouty face before he begins a slow, sad song.

 As the last note fell from his lips, the clever bard subtly wove in a bit of illusion magic.  When he looked up to Crisaryn a small river of tears poured from each sparkling blue eye.  They flowed down his body, until he appeared to be sitting in a puddle about a foot deep.  His bottom lip protruded in such a dramatic fashion that he fancied he could use it as a small shelf. 

He kept it together for a few more seconds before bursting out in laughter and dismissing the illusion in a puff of blue smoke. 

Illmirth

 ***OoC:  I finally figured out how to insert pics.  Here is what Illmirth looks like.***

(OC nice picture of Illmirth!)

DM

Time flies as the party relax after their hard day. Ellis leans towards the fire and lights a lantern. Those of you sharing my tent follow me! (OOC the tent looks like a warm Yurt) we have cushions enough for you all.

Maeve arrived with Crisaryns shirt, the fabric is now whole again with no thin patches or worn threw threads. She smiles and says a simple spell of mending, sadly that is all my magic is good for. She gently held it out for Crisaryn.

Arrigal says I'll spend the night with my wife in her Vardo, feel free to use my tent. I'll get a brazier burning for you.

Crisaryn Melkial

Crisaryn took her shirt from Maeve. "It is certainly a useful magic, and also something I do not have. So, I thank you greatly."  She feels a bit overwhelmed at all the kindness that's been given to her here, but she tries not to show it. 

"Arrigal, you are most kind as well to allow us use of your tent. Perhaps the ladies could make use of that tent, while you go with Ellis, Illmirth? If you don't mind?" she looks over at the elf as she asks about the arrangement. "Or I guess we could all stay together, it doesn't matter overly much." 

Illmirth 

"I believe that Ellis goes to join his wife.  I should say it best to allow them their privacy.  If you are concerned about snoring I do have a silence spell.  I dislike the spell, as my life is all about making music, but it can be a life saver when battling other casters or sneaking about.  My people are good at manipulating darkness, but I have not yet mastered the skill, so that's out.  Fredrik and I can sleep by the fire.  He has a nice scarf to keep him warm," he says with a wink to Alerya.  

Lorelei Dawnwarden

The young blonde priestess finds the tent quite cosy and gives their host a small grateful smile before making herself comfortable among some pillows, doffing her armour and readying herself for sleep.

Alerya

Alerya claps her hands softly with delight in her eyes, "Oh how cozy!" She admires the craftsmanship of the cushions and carpet, such skills!

After getting comfortable, she whispers a prayer to Kossuth, thanking the fire lord for his blessings.

Crisaryn Melkial

Crisaryn nods to Illmirth. "Certainly I do not mind if you stay. It is probably for the best to not inconvenience Ellis." 

Illmirth

Illmirth offers a good natured smile of thanks to Crisaryn. 

As meals and the days toil wound down, Illmirth listened for the Vistani music to begin.  As he did before, he sat and listened, his body swaying gently as he gradually ceased to 'listen' to the music and began to feel it.  When he owned the harmony he gleefully joined in.

The night passed quickly with various musicians using a song near to a lullaby.

Before daybreak you awake to the sound of horse bells. The camp came alive with those seeking cold meat and fresh bread and decking their horses out for a short ride.

Lysana had some hot tea brewing and those that were nearby came for a cup full.

You have a couple of bells to make it to the fire festival.

Crisaryn Melkial

Crisaryn had gotten to sleep early, finding a comfortable spot in the vardo to relax. She was up early, haven taken an opportunity to remove the nicely embroidered shirt, fold it carefully, and place it into her pack.  She put on her usual shirt, though she kept the pants that had been offered her yesterday. Putting back on her cloak, she headed outside to take in the cool of the early morning.

Finding Lysana with hot tea, she fetched a cup for herself and simply relaxed for a bit until the others were ready.  Once everyone was up, she suggested they get moving to the festival. "I'm sure you are eager to get there Illmirth. Hopefully there will be something of interest for the rest of us too," she says, with the slightest of grins at the end hinting that maybe she expected it to be a nice experience, and they were not solely indulging the bard. 

Illmirth 

"I knew it!  You hide it well, but there is some fun in there just dying to be let out," he says with a laugh.  He then settles into the normal routine to prepare for the day.  When breakfast is over he offers to help clean the dishes befor ehe packs up his gear and makes ready to depart.

Crisaryn Melkial

Crisaryn quickly composes herself to hide the grin and look much more serious once Illmirth speaks. "No, no, we're only going there for you, Illmirth. After today's festivities we need to get serious about our search once again."

Illmirth

Still wearing his carefree grin and clad in his vest and sash of Vistani design, the bard, for once in his life, couldn't take the credit.  "Although it is likely I will somehow manage to find a spot of fun, we attend this festival to make nice nice with the Burgomeister.  This celebration seemed like a big deal to him, he had half the town weaving lanterns it.  We will meet our obligation and then settle on our next course of action.  As a purveyor of joy and merriment, I am keenly interested in the mystery of the missing wine.  Of course, we shall discuss our options and decide as a group.  There seems to be no shortage of mysteries and danger lurking about."

Alerya

*Szzzz...Snrrrk*

The blue girl is a disheveled mess with limbs in all directions, tangled in a blanket. She suddenly sits up, "We're leaving?!" Wiping the drool from her face she mumbles, "OK kay."

Then her eyes slowly close again. She gets up and moves somewhat like a zombie getting things ready to go.

Lorelei Dawnwarden

The young blonde priestess would rise early and pray to the morninglord at dawn, gaining the reassuring blessing of the first rays of the sun. Later she would join the others to prepare herself for enduring yet another day of frivolities. Fate really tested the limits of her patience more than her resolve in the face of the darkness of this domain of abundant festivities.

Illmirth 

***perception to see if Illmirth  notices how unhappy Lorelei is about attending the Burgomeister's festival: 11 ***

Illmirth watches Lorelei closely and sees her lips thin.

There was much to do in Vallaki, find the man with a monkey, talk to Rictavio and investigate the wine shortage. Maybe that would cheer her up, it wasn't all about festivals.