JudyMacs Curse of Strahd

Milivoj

He stared at Illmirth as he is given a couple of gold coins, staring at the bard as if Illmirth might take them back. She likes candied fruit, one of the stalls might have some, he pauses, then nods and smiles as he puts them in his pocket. Thank you

Milivoj left Lorelei and Illmirth in the flower garden, and walked back towards where he had left his shovel in the vegetable garden. He sees Crisaryn and Alerya with the embroidered bag. Your friends are in the rose garden, do you know the way? I could show you. We need the bones for Nadya later. The cleric says she'll help kill the vampire Henrik tonight. Are you going to help her?

Crisaryn Melkial

"Need the bones? So we're not taking them back?" Crisaryn says to Milivoj. "Yes, thank you. I'm sure we will help. Perhaps we should go speak with the others."  She gives a glance to Alerya. "I guess bring the bag with us?" She then heads over to the rose garden. 

Illmirth

Illmirth watches the boy walk away, offering a nod and soft smile for his gratitude.  He then begins to scan the area, hoping to reunite the group and make sure that everyone is on the same page. 

Alerya

Alerya slings the bag over her shoulder and smiles at her friends. "What do we do with these?"

Illmirth

"I grew up in the shadow of the Spider Queen.  Her priestesses preferred, uh, fresher bones for their dark rights."  A shudder ran down his spine.  Whatever wicked, demon-spawned horrors that ran through his mind remained there.  

Illmirth turned to Lorelei.  "I defer to your wisdom, priestesses of the Dawn Father.  How can we best use these to aid in our upcoming battle?"

Milivoj waits for Crisaryn and Alerya to take the right path, then hums to himself as he heads to the festival. The gold coins would buy his mother some sweets and the purchase of a few hens for their garden.

Artur holds his hands out to take the brightly embroidered bag from Alerya

Lorelei Dawnwarden

"I know not more than anyone else about these bones. I have nothing more to say about this." The young blonde priestess says, more than a little impatient now with the conversation treading water, still very very ready to head back to church.

Illmirth

"Well then, it appears that all is in order here for now.  We have some things to take care of, but we will return before nightfall."  If there are no other parting words he steps out of the way, and with a graceful sweep of his arm invites the priestess to lead the way.  

Crisaryn Melkial

With the bones handed off to Artur, Crisaryn is ready to follow the others back towards the church.

DM

Artur clutched the embroidered bag and held it close. I'll see you all later, I'll cut some stakes as well, don't want the lad involved actually fighting a vampire, it's got me scared and I don't scare easily.

Nadya stood up and smiled Selune guide you. and waved at the party.

***OoC:  About how long do we have before the sun goes down?***

Illmirth

The bard can't help but chuckle at Artur's comment.  "The closest the boy will be is sharpening the stakes.  We may not always agree on the what or how, but when the manure hits the windmill, we always find a way to get the job done with minimal friendly fairy fire."  The bard lets slip a bit of a choking snort while trying not to laugh at his own terrible joke.  

He risked no more shenanigans, quickly following the group out and back to the church.  

OOC

You are in the mid afternoon, and have 5 hours before sunset. 

Alerya

Seeing the funnery goin on about the town is distracting and her eyes wander quite a lot. She finds herself slowing down then having to trot to keep up with her friends.

Crisaryn Melkial

Crisaryn accompanies the others, speaking to Lorelei as they walk. "Back to the church? What are we going to tell the priest there about the bones?"  After a slight pause she adds, "I wouldn't mind asking him why he wouldn't help poor Nadya too. Seems like he could have done something." 

Lorelei Dawnwarden

"My priority would be dealing with the Henrik, but I agree, I will try to sort things out with father Lucien, and I will help Artur and Nadya tonight,no matter what he may have to say about that." The young blonde priestess says as she walks briskly back to the chapel.

DM

The party walks back through the crowd together, the scent of the roasting pig fills your noses and you realise that you haven't eaten lunch. Young Melly darts out of the crowd balancing her pan with a big smile on her face and dashes away after smiling at you.

You keep an eye out for Lucien, catching sight of his rose coloured robes at a table outside the Tavern. He is sipping from a goblet of mead and you remember the wine shortage.

Illmirth

Doing the pious work of the gods is hard enough with wine!  Illmirth thinks to himself.  "When Henrik has been delt with, perhaps we could investigate the wine shortage.  Our friends the Vistani would be very grateful if we could get the grape juice flowing again. "

Lorelei Dawnwarden

"Yes, wine, very important." The young blonde priestess mutters to herself as she makes her way over to the priest. 

"I have some good news I believe father." She says as she stand by his table. "The lost bones have been located and will be returned within long. There is however another matter that needs our attention this night. It seems like Nadya, the undertaker's wife, have had nightly visits of a relative, Henrik, that is now a minion of Strahd. We've been told he could not be buried on holy ground? Is this true father?"

Crisaryn Melkial

As they are wandering to find the priest, Crisaryn agrees with Illmirth. "We should move on from this place soon. Hopefully tomorrow. We can't forget though that we need to talk to Rictavio later. We're having dinner with him tonight because he might be the 'entertainer with the monkey' in the fortune."  She pauses to see if the others remember. "Once we've spoken with him, then we could check on the wine. Though we still have a sword and book to find." 

She follows when Lorelei goes to speak with Lucien and listens as she explains the situation with Nadya. She seems quite interested to see how he responds. 

Illmirth

The bard raises and eyebrow at Lorelei's muttered comment, but opts to let it go.  The blonde priestess had resisted all of the unusual drow's attempts to drag her into a bit of fun, it seemed that she would remain of singular focus.  He turned instead to Crisaryn, nodding at her reminder to meet up with Rictavio.  For a moment, just a moment, the bard felt a lump rise in his throat.  They chatted of dinner plans, future mysteries to solve, and the long road to the castle that loomed like a leering gargoyle over the gods forsaken realm of Barovia.  This very night they would face a vampyre.  He choked down a bit of bile at the involuntary thought of an empty chair or chairs at their scheduled dinner.  

He nodded again as Crisaryn mentioned the other artifacts, the whispers of an old fortune teller and her tattered cards.  He could think of little to add, so he smiled politely and agreed, following along, lost in thought.