By all means open up the bite so that holy water cleanses the depth of the bite, if that is the only way. I have needle and thread here for small injuries.
You need to find Ismark before it gets dark, he mentioned visiting the tavern again, I am too weak to escort him back here.
And you all do you have beds for the night? If not you could stay here and between us we can bury father tomorrow.
Never one to be accused of making a mistake due to inaction, Illmirth was willing to try to help.
"Allright everybody, let's try and save this young ladies life. Murdock and Crisaryn, can you get some healing magic on stand by? If i go to deep here she will bleed out in short order. Vaelar and Lorelei, can you help to keep her still? If anyone still has a remove curse scroll, might as well get it ready to go too."
"Ireena, I can't imagine that this will feel good, so brace yourself and find something to bite that won't break your teeth. Let's see if we can't rid you of this affliction. "
When everything is ready, and the holy water is in hand, Illmirth does his best. He opens the wound with his silvered blade, rinsing it clean as he goes. If black ooze keeps seeping out he goes a little deeper, again dousing the wound with holy water to clean the wound and to purify the disease that has taken hold of her. Cut, rinse, repeat. If he goes too deep he asks for healing for her and then stops to survey their progress.
They could deal with the brother and sleeping arrangements when this "surgery" was done.
Murdock, quite perplexed, watches the bard make his play, noting beforehand quite matter-of-factly: "Thou art mistaken of mine power, ser. My hand doth not heal. Mine spells are of pursuit and protection. Thine request is better conceived of yon holy priestess."
The young priestess with the blonde braided hair was just about to use her holy water to cleanse the wound but the quick and energetic drow didn't seem to have the patience for her to take care of that. She wonders if the drow might have her mixed up with Crisaryn for some reason, perhaps they all looked the same to him. Lorelei were standing by with her healing magic though, as the drow had requested.
Vaelar nods his acknowledgement of Illmirth's instructions and silently moves to Ireena's side opposite the drow. His grip on her shoulder is firm, prepared to hold tighter if she struggles under Illmirth's ministrations. He whispers a call to the deep magics of the world's primal energies.
***OoC: Illmirth knows who is who, but the guy who tried to get in a quick post while his class was at recess may benefit from paying closer attention...***
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
(OoC: Yes, and the guy that got in a quick post while his class was at recess might also consider not posting so quickly. Let's just say that if we were at a tavern and someone asked Illmirth to perform, Lorelei would not grab his lute and go on stage to perform instead of him just because that guy's class didn't have recess quickly enough for her.)
He was uncharacteristically worked up. His mind raced. She must not be turned. The thought looped in his mind, over and over and over again. He was sweating, his eyes were wild. For a moment he was lost in his own past. They were going to turn him, too. His will was to be stolen, his body defiled by the unholy rights of the priestesses. Who he was would have ceased to exist. She must not be turned.
He barked out orders, in his delirious haste, even mixing up the names of his new companions. He approached Ireena. His hands shook, his complection pale if such a thing were possible. The silvered blade fell from his trembling hand. He turned and ran out the door. Leaning over the railing of the porch he vomited violently, tears running freely down his cheeks.
In his mind he was back home; hiding in the darkest corner, hoping to dodge yet another beating or beratement. He heard their voices as the walked by, his mother and sister. "We will find value in him yet. He will undergo the rite of the Drider. Lloth will be pleased." He couldn't recall what they said next, his mind was lost to the fear.
He leaned over the rail and threw up whatever was left.
He took several moments to pull himself together before walking meekly back into the large house. He closed the door softly behind him. His concern for the afflicted woman was stronger than his shame. He hoped that his new companions could do what he couldn't, free her from a future of soulless damnation.
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
She felt a sharp pain in her neck as the dagger sliced it open. Black blood oozed out and dribbled down her shirt. She winced and bit down on a piece of smooth wood as the Holy water felt like acid burning in her neck. Her eyes teared as she felt the festering blood become pure again.
Ireena caught Loreleis hand, here, can you sew it up? She handed Lorelei the needle and thread that she had prepared, is it clean now?
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Lorelei Dawnwarden
The young priestess with the blonde braided hair gives the drow a concerned and empathic look as he drops the silvered blade and runs out the door, wanting to go after him, but staying with Ireena to take care of her wound. She quickly nods and takes the offered needle and thread, but first offering a prayer to the Morninglord to alllow his miracle to heal the wound, placing her hand on it to allow his warm divine light to cure her.
(Cure wound: 16)
If still needed she woul saw the wound up with practiced ease.
(Medicine: 22 )
"There, I think it will be better now." She says with a warm and reassuring smile.
She then slowly walks over to Illmirth with a concerned look. "Are you okay? Something seems to be troubling you?"She says with a soft voice as she comes closer, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Ireena feels the bite close up, until it is just a new scar as the young cleric casts healing. The needle and thread were no longer needed. Thank you she whispers.
She was also embarassed to hear her rumbling stomach.
"I am not what you may call typical for my species," Illmirth begins. "In my home land males are valued for only a few things; procreation, combat, arcane magic (through practice and study of spellbooks), and amusement for the priestesses. What I am, who I am, are of no use to them, even my own family. When I neared my coming of age day I learned of my own mother's plan to transform me into a drider," his voice broke here and he needed a few seconds to pull it together. "The children, the cursed lycanthropic children, sent me back there. Seeing Ireena, understanding her fate should we fail, I... I..." The talkative, good natured bard seems to have run out of words. "Thank you," he says to the young priestesses with the blonde braided hair. "I bear the scars of my youth, internally and externally, but my pain is an echo, a memory that I don't often lend consideration to." Thre was something about this strange land, that seemed to draw out and fred upon the negative energy and emotions of those trapped within.
With Ireena seemingly out of the woods, so to speak, he forces his mind back to the present. His face, cleaned up now, he looked nearly like himself again, he even painted on his best smile, although it was not yet reflected in his eyes.
"When you are strong enough, my lady, perhaps we can visit the inn. Your stomach is growling loud enough to wake the dead," he looks to Ireena with a wry smile. "Too soon?" he asks with the first smile in a while that wasn't forced. "While dark days may lie ahead, your salvation is worthy of celebration. If my lute can't buy us a meal and drinks this night, my coin pouch surely can."
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Sadly it is only a tavern the last cook was attacked and became Vampyr spawn. I'll add more meat to the stewpot here in the kitchen, and make up some beds. Going by the mood he is in it might be better for me to remain here whilst you go and find Ismark. You have time for a quick look around town.
"It is okay Illmirth, I too was deeply shaken by the sight of those children, but we have to believe there is still the road into the dawn and salvation left for all of us." The young priestess with the blonde braided hair says softly, giving the drow a warm smile. "And you are certainly not typical for a drow."She adds with another small smile.
"I would like to visit the church too, to meet with your village priest. But first we should perhaps find Ismark at the tavern."Lorelei says, looking around at the others.
When Ireena has been taken care of, Illmirth will be ready to head to the tavern to meet the derelict brother. He is still a bit more subdued than normal, the trip down memory lane really shook him up. He hopes that a glass of wine and the joyful atmosphere of a busy tavern will perk him right back up.
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Vaelar had curiously watched Illmirth's visceral reaction to Ireena's treatment, but kept to himself as Lorelei took over, treating Ireena's wound and then comforting Illmirth.
Instead, Vaelar took the opportunity to glance into any of the adjoining rooms to see if their decor and state resembled the one they were in.
Finally he moves towards the entrance when Lorelei suggests the inn.
"Let us go then."
Recalling the location of the in from the map, he heads in that direction.
Crisaryn watched Illmirth run out, making no move to follow. Then she watched Lorelei follow once her work on Ireena was done. She stepped in closer just to see that the windmill was fine.
As the others seem ready to depart, she agrees. "Yes, let's get to the tavern and find Ismark."
Vaelar led the way down the village streets. the people ran from them and disappeared back indoors. They all seemed to be wearing drab clothing as though fearing that colour would invite attention.
Looking around the houses are just as drab, looking as though they needed new whitewash and repaired shutters. The cloud cover was so thick that it felt like night, making the town eerily quiet. You can see the lanterns glowing in a small Tavern ahead of you. A weathered sign outside once pronouncing the name of the establishment now reads “Blood on the Vine Tavern”, the “of” having been scratched off and replaced. A smoky, run-down dive by virtually any standard, the Blood of the Vine Tavern is, nonetheless, the only true gathering place remaining to the oppressed folk of the village of Barovia. The Tavern definitely looks as if it had seen better days. A lone Vistani caravan is parked outside, it's bright red colour standing out
DM
Ireena
By all means open up the bite so that holy water cleanses the depth of the bite, if that is the only way. I have needle and thread here for small injuries.
You need to find Ismark before it gets dark, he mentioned visiting the tavern again, I am too weak to escort him back here.
And you all do you have beds for the night? If not you could stay here and between us we can bury father tomorrow.
DM Illmirths religion check.
You could try a scroll of cure curse which you had from Jaheira, or as said opening up the wound so it can be cleansed
Illmirth
Never one to be accused of making a mistake due to inaction, Illmirth was willing to try to help.
"Allright everybody, let's try and save this young ladies life. Murdock and Crisaryn, can you get some healing magic on stand by? If i go to deep here she will bleed out in short order. Vaelar and Lorelei, can you help to keep her still? If anyone still has a remove curse scroll, might as well get it ready to go too."
"Ireena, I can't imagine that this will feel good, so brace yourself and find something to bite that won't break your teeth. Let's see if we can't rid you of this affliction. "
When everything is ready, and the holy water is in hand, Illmirth does his best. He opens the wound with his silvered blade, rinsing it clean as he goes. If black ooze keeps seeping out he goes a little deeper, again dousing the wound with holy water to clean the wound and to purify the disease that has taken hold of her. Cut, rinse, repeat. If he goes too deep he asks for healing for her and then stops to survey their progress.
They could deal with the brother and sleeping arrangements when this "surgery" was done.
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Murdock
Murdock, quite perplexed, watches the bard make his play, noting beforehand quite matter-of-factly: "Thou art mistaken of mine power, ser. My hand doth not heal. Mine spells are of pursuit and protection. Thine request is better conceived of yon holy priestess."
Lorelei Dawnwarden
The young priestess with the blonde braided hair was just about to use her holy water to cleanse the wound but the quick and energetic drow didn't seem to have the patience for her to take care of that. She wonders if the drow might have her mixed up with Crisaryn for some reason, perhaps they all looked the same to him. Lorelei were standing by with her healing magic though, as the drow had requested.
Vaelar
Vaelar nods his acknowledgement of Illmirth's instructions and silently moves to Ireena's side opposite the drow. His grip on her shoulder is firm, prepared to hold tighter if she struggles under Illmirth's ministrations. He whispers a call to the deep magics of the world's primal energies.
Athletics: 5 + 2 Guidance.
Crisaryn Melkial
Crisaryn speaks in agreement with Murdok when Ilmirth suggests she prepare healing magic. "I unfortunately do not deal in healing magic."
She watches, willing to help if asked, but not really having anything immediate to contribute.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
***OoC: Illmirth knows who is who, but the guy who tried to get in a quick post while his class was at recess may benefit from paying closer attention...***
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
(OoC: Yes, and the guy that got in a quick post while his class was at recess might also consider not posting so quickly. Let's just say that if we were at a tavern and someone asked Illmirth to perform, Lorelei would not grab his lute and go on stage to perform instead of him just because that guy's class didn't have recess quickly enough for her.)
Illmirth
He was uncharacteristically worked up. His mind raced. She must not be turned. The thought looped in his mind, over and over and over again. He was sweating, his eyes were wild. For a moment he was lost in his own past. They were going to turn him, too. His will was to be stolen, his body defiled by the unholy rights of the priestesses. Who he was would have ceased to exist. She must not be turned.
He barked out orders, in his delirious haste, even mixing up the names of his new companions. He approached Ireena. His hands shook, his complection pale if such a thing were possible. The silvered blade fell from his trembling hand. He turned and ran out the door. Leaning over the railing of the porch he vomited violently, tears running freely down his cheeks.
In his mind he was back home; hiding in the darkest corner, hoping to dodge yet another beating or beratement. He heard their voices as the walked by, his mother and sister. "We will find value in him yet. He will undergo the rite of the Drider. Lloth will be pleased." He couldn't recall what they said next, his mind was lost to the fear.
He leaned over the rail and threw up whatever was left.
He took several moments to pull himself together before walking meekly back into the large house. He closed the door softly behind him. His concern for the afflicted woman was stronger than his shame. He hoped that his new companions could do what he couldn't, free her from a future of soulless damnation.
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
DM
Ireena
She felt a sharp pain in her neck as the dagger sliced it open. Black blood oozed out and dribbled down her shirt. She winced and bit down on a piece of smooth wood as the Holy water felt like acid burning in her neck. Her eyes teared as she felt the festering blood become pure again.
Ireena caught Loreleis hand, here, can you sew it up? She handed Lorelei the needle and thread that she had prepared, is it clean now?
Lorelei Dawnwarden
The young priestess with the blonde braided hair gives the drow a concerned and empathic look as he drops the silvered blade and runs out the door, wanting to go after him, but staying with Ireena to take care of her wound. She quickly nods and takes the offered needle and thread, but first offering a prayer to the Morninglord to alllow his miracle to heal the wound, placing her hand on it to allow his warm divine light to cure her.
(Cure wound: 16)
If still needed she woul saw the wound up with practiced ease.
(Medicine: 22 )
"There, I think it will be better now." She says with a warm and reassuring smile.
She then slowly walks over to Illmirth with a concerned look. "Are you okay? Something seems to be troubling you?" She says with a soft voice as she comes closer, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
DM
Ireena feels the bite close up, until it is just a new scar as the young cleric casts healing. The needle and thread were no longer needed. Thank you she whispers.
She was also embarassed to hear her rumbling stomach.
Illmirth
"I am not what you may call typical for my species," Illmirth begins. "In my home land males are valued for only a few things; procreation, combat, arcane magic (through practice and study of spellbooks), and amusement for the priestesses. What I am, who I am, are of no use to them, even my own family. When I neared my coming of age day I learned of my own mother's plan to transform me into a drider," his voice broke here and he needed a few seconds to pull it together. "The children, the cursed lycanthropic children, sent me back there. Seeing Ireena, understanding her fate should we fail, I... I..." The talkative, good natured bard seems to have run out of words. "Thank you," he says to the young priestesses with the blonde braided hair. "I bear the scars of my youth, internally and externally, but my pain is an echo, a memory that I don't often lend consideration to." Thre was something about this strange land, that seemed to draw out and fred upon the negative energy and emotions of those trapped within.
With Ireena seemingly out of the woods, so to speak, he forces his mind back to the present. His face, cleaned up now, he looked nearly like himself again, he even painted on his best smile, although it was not yet reflected in his eyes.
"When you are strong enough, my lady, perhaps we can visit the inn. Your stomach is growling loud enough to wake the dead," he looks to Ireena with a wry smile. "Too soon?" he asks with the first smile in a while that wasn't forced. "While dark days may lie ahead, your salvation is worthy of celebration. If my lute can't buy us a meal and drinks this night, my coin pouch surely can."
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
DM
Ireena
Sadly it is only a tavern the last cook was attacked and became Vampyr spawn. I'll add more meat to the stewpot here in the kitchen, and make up some beds. Going by the mood he is in it might be better for me to remain here whilst you go and find Ismark. You have time for a quick look around town.
Lorelei Dawnwarden
"It is okay Illmirth, I too was deeply shaken by the sight of those children, but we have to believe there is still the road into the dawn and salvation left for all of us." The young priestess with the blonde braided hair says softly, giving the drow a warm smile. "And you are certainly not typical for a drow." She adds with another small smile.
"I would like to visit the church too, to meet with your village priest. But first we should perhaps find Ismark at the tavern." Lorelei says, looking around at the others.
Illmirth
When Ireena has been taken care of, Illmirth will be ready to head to the tavern to meet the derelict brother. He is still a bit more subdued than normal, the trip down memory lane really shook him up. He hopes that a glass of wine and the joyful atmosphere of a busy tavern will perk him right back up.
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Vaelar
Vaelar had curiously watched Illmirth's visceral reaction to Ireena's treatment, but kept to himself as Lorelei took over, treating Ireena's wound and then comforting Illmirth.
Instead, Vaelar took the opportunity to glance into any of the adjoining rooms to see if their decor and state resembled the one they were in.
Finally he moves towards the entrance when Lorelei suggests the inn.
"Let us go then."
Recalling the location of the in from the map, he heads in that direction.
Crisaryn Melkial
Crisaryn watched Illmirth run out, making no move to follow. Then she watched Lorelei follow once her work on Ireena was done. She stepped in closer just to see that the windmill was fine.
As the others seem ready to depart, she agrees. "Yes, let's get to the tavern and find Ismark."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
DM
Vaelar led the way down the village streets. the people ran from them and disappeared back indoors. They all seemed to be wearing drab clothing as though fearing that colour would invite attention.
Looking around the houses are just as drab, looking as though they needed new whitewash and repaired shutters. The cloud cover was so thick that it felt like night, making the town eerily quiet. You can see the lanterns glowing in a small Tavern ahead of you. A weathered sign outside once pronouncing the name of the establishment now reads “Blood on the Vine Tavern”, the “of” having been scratched off and replaced. A smoky, run-down dive by virtually any standard, the Blood of the Vine Tavern is, nonetheless, the only true gathering place remaining to the oppressed folk of the village of Barovia. The Tavern definitely looks as if it had seen better days. A lone Vistani caravan is parked outside, it's bright red colour standing out