Illmirth's thin ashy gray brows furrow at Crisaryn's pragmatic reminder. While the call of the grape and promise of a world class party with the Vistani called to his very soul, there were others to think of. Visions of scratches at the doors and windows flashed through his brain. The thought of Strahd seeking Ireena out again sent a shiver down his spine. He gives her a thoughtful look, and a grateful nod. Crisaryn's reminder slowed the impulsive drow down a bit. He made a conscious effort to sip the delicious wine instead of going for broke and trying to keep up with the festive Vistani.
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
The young blonde priestess follows the others into the tent and politely does as the others do. She simply nods in agreement with Crisaryn, they had unfinished business in the village and who knew what Strahd would send there this night.
Ismark and Ireena are with you. He showed you the way from the village. He has his own horse. Ireena is on a hired pony. You need not fear for them this night. Amongst the Vistani she is safe from Strahd as she has guest rights here as do you.
Thank you Stanimir, a good and safe nights rest would be welcome! My days have grown dark, here we can truly see the light again. She takes off her armour and stands in brown leather breeches and a deep red linen shirt, belted by a richly embroidered waist sash in bright scarlet. She does however keep her rapier at her side.
She sips at her wine and waits to hear from Madam Eva.
Illmirth breathes a deep sigh of relief. The siblings too fell under the protection of the Vistani. If Ireena, and all of them, were truly safe in this dark land they did indeed have cause for celebration. When all have taken salt and wine he raises a glass, "To our hosts! May their paths be made clear and their purses grow heavy!"
Illmirth has no armor to remove, his graceful movement is only hampered by the constraints of the protective layer. He does, however, switch out his vest for the brightly colored one in the Vistani style. He adds a festive sash, the long, frayed fabric past the knot hanging just past his knees. As the group chatted with Stanimir, waiting for their audience with Madam Eva, Illmirth sat cross-legged, his lute in his lap. Gently he plucked each string, he listened with a practiced ear. Occasionally he would turn a small knob on the neck of the instrument until the sound met his satisfaction. Illmirth knew that a good time was soon to be had, he would be ready!
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Vaelar politely and gratefully accepts the offered drink, though he only partakes of it lightly, just enough to join the festive toasts. His keen eyes scan the group of Vistani for any unfamiliar faces, and his ears prick at the mention of the dhampir hunters.
"Did I hear you mention twin Dhampir hunters?" he asks during a quiet moment.
Yes, twins they look startlingly similar, if it wasn't that they dressed differently you'd have trouble telling them apart. Ysabet and Terna their mother named them, and they chose to keep those names to honour her during their adulthood ritual. They'll be back soon, their Vardo is the green one over there with golden highlights. No lantern burned there yet.
With the realization that Ireena and Ismark are here, and presumably safe for the night, Crisaryn is not concerned with making it back to the town. Seeing Ireena able to doff her armor brings a tiny smile.
She pushes back the hood of her cloak, rearranging her long dark brown hair. Slowly she sips at her wine, then turns to Stanimir. "If you would indulge me my questions, I must say it seems strange that your people are so vibrant. It is a stark contrast to what we saw in the town of Barovia. Are all the lands here so grim?"
He looks down, sad at her question. Yes, they all seem as if life has been forgotten. They do not enjoy the same joy that we have found. Most of Barovia is like that I am sorry to say. We Vistani are blessed, once long ago Vistani healed and fought by the side of Strahd, way before the curse. Even now he keeps his promise to us to come and go as we wish. I would like someday for the borders to be open to all.
Crisaryn nods as she listens to Stanimir. "Do you suppose that Strahd can be redeemed? Is there any way to appeal to this man that once fought alongside your people?" She considers for a moment. "You mention a curse. How did the curse come about? Surely there must be a way to remove the curse. Would that free him to be the person he once was?" She shakes her head. "Or is he like that young man this morning, the son of the priest. He had become a vampyre spawn - and it seemed there was no way back for him."
The young blonde priestess too removes her armour and sits down to wait, slowly sipping on her wine as she listens to the others. A small smile comes to her face as Crisaryn asks if the curse could be lifted. If Strahd was indeed cursed he could perhaps also be helped back into the light of the Morninglord, a thought that gave the young priestess new resolve.
When brother murders brother and drinks his blood he came to the eyes of powerful forces of the Shadowfell. He awoke a turned man pure Vampyr with all the powers that go with it. He still seeks a woman like Tatyana, very similar to young Ireena here. He also found that his land was on a seperate plane, he could no longer leave it himself. He trades for wine and fine goods with the Vistani. He thirsts to be normal again, but the curse prevails. I do not think it is reversible. He takes a mouthful of his wine, enjoying every drop.
A soft whistle can be heard outside, the indication that one wanted to enter the tent.
Madam Eva is awake, she asked me to show you the way to her Vardo. She looks around and sees how large the party is. It'll be a squeeze but you can all fit. Your party only. So Ireena and Ismark were not invited. I am Margratte her apprentice. Follow me.
She leads the party through a large array of tents and caravans to a large Vardo painted in red with gold trim. It looks as though the owner rarely moves about.
The young blonde priestess stands and bows politely to the red-haired apprentice, then following her to Madame Eva's vardo. There had been little doubt when Stanimir had said the curse on Strahd could not be lifted, but she would still do what she could to find a way.
Illmirth listens with full attention when the conversation turns to the dark lord of Barovia. What little he knew of the man in the castle sent a cold shiver down his spine. The unusual drow had witnessed evil in many forms; he had never seen one redeemed that invited the evil in. A pointy stake and a tan may be all that redeems Strahd.
He rises to follow Margarette, offering her a grateful nod. "Lead on," hesays with a bow and an arm sweeping towards the door.
Crisaryn nods to Stanimir. "Yes, sometimes a being may just be too far gone."
When Margratte arrives, she stands. "Thanks for your hospitality," she tells Stanimir as she moves to follow the woman to the red and gold tent. "Margratte, are there any formalities we should know for greeting Madam Eva?"
Madam Eva is the Eldest amongst the Vistani, give her the respect deserved and you'll be ok. She wanted to meet you and perhaps influence your future for the better.
When the group is ready, Illmirth steps into the red and gold Vardo. He bows respectfully to Madam Eva and then moves as far from the door as space allows, making as much room as possible for the others. His deep blue eyes adjust quickly to the sudden change in lighting. He remains respectfully silent as everyone squeezes into the small space, even when he remembers a joke about an overstuffed quiver. He shook off the intrusive thought. The group was on behavior, and the issues at hand were most serious.
Illmirth
Illmirth's thin ashy gray brows furrow at Crisaryn's pragmatic reminder. While the call of the grape and promise of a world class party with the Vistani called to his very soul, there were others to think of. Visions of scratches at the doors and windows flashed through his brain. The thought of Strahd seeking Ireena out again sent a shiver down his spine. He gives her a thoughtful look, and a grateful nod. Crisaryn's reminder slowed the impulsive drow down a bit. He made a conscious effort to sip the delicious wine instead of going for broke and trying to keep up with the festive Vistani.
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Lorelei Dawnwarden
The young blonde priestess follows the others into the tent and politely does as the others do. She simply nods in agreement with Crisaryn, they had unfinished business in the village and who knew what Strahd would send there this night.
DM
OOC clearing up the confiusion.
Ismark and Ireena are with you. He showed you the way from the village. He has his own horse. Ireena is on a hired pony. You need not fear for them this night. Amongst the Vistani she is safe from Strahd as she has guest rights here as do you.
DM
Stanimir,
you two we have not met before I think. Be welcome here. I am Stanimir an Elder of the Vistani, take salt and wine and we will protect your rest.
Ireena
I am Ireena and this is my brother Ismark, I should warn you that I am sought by Strahd.
Stanimir
Not here, here you are safe. You have my word on it.
Irena hesitated then took salt and wine, followed by Ismark
DM
Ireena,
Thank you Stanimir, a good and safe nights rest would be welcome! My days have grown dark, here we can truly see the light again. She takes off her armour and stands in brown leather breeches and a deep red linen shirt, belted by a richly embroidered waist sash in bright scarlet. She does however keep her rapier at her side.
She sips at her wine and waits to hear from Madam Eva.
Illmirth
Illmirth breathes a deep sigh of relief. The siblings too fell under the protection of the Vistani. If Ireena, and all of them, were truly safe in this dark land they did indeed have cause for celebration. When all have taken salt and wine he raises a glass, "To our hosts! May their paths be made clear and their purses grow heavy!"
Illmirth has no armor to remove, his graceful movement is only hampered by the constraints of the protective layer. He does, however, switch out his vest for the brightly colored one in the Vistani style. He adds a festive sash, the long, frayed fabric past the knot hanging just past his knees. As the group chatted with Stanimir, waiting for their audience with Madam Eva, Illmirth sat cross-legged, his lute in his lap. Gently he plucked each string, he listened with a practiced ear. Occasionally he would turn a small knob on the neck of the instrument until the sound met his satisfaction. Illmirth knew that a good time was soon to be had, he would be ready!
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Vaelar
Vaelar politely and gratefully accepts the offered drink, though he only partakes of it lightly, just enough to join the festive toasts. His keen eyes scan the group of Vistani for any unfamiliar faces, and his ears prick at the mention of the dhampir hunters.
"Did I hear you mention twin Dhampir hunters?" he asks during a quiet moment.
DM
Stanimir
Yes, twins they look startlingly similar, if it wasn't that they dressed differently you'd have trouble telling them apart. Ysabet and Terna their mother named them, and they chose to keep those names to honour her during their adulthood ritual. They'll be back soon, their Vardo is the green one over there with golden highlights. No lantern burned there yet.
Crisaryn Melkial
With the realization that Ireena and Ismark are here, and presumably safe for the night, Crisaryn is not concerned with making it back to the town. Seeing Ireena able to doff her armor brings a tiny smile.
She pushes back the hood of her cloak, rearranging her long dark brown hair. Slowly she sips at her wine, then turns to Stanimir. "If you would indulge me my questions, I must say it seems strange that your people are so vibrant. It is a stark contrast to what we saw in the town of Barovia. Are all the lands here so grim?"
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
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Stanimir to Crisaryn
He looks down, sad at her question. Yes, they all seem as if life has been forgotten. They do not enjoy the same joy that we have found. Most of Barovia is like that I am sorry to say. We Vistani are blessed, once long ago Vistani healed and fought by the side of Strahd, way before the curse. Even now he keeps his promise to us to come and go as we wish. I would like someday for the borders to be open to all.
Oops! Criss-crossed a few wires this am. Plz disregard this post.
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Crisaryn Melkial
Crisaryn nods as she listens to Stanimir. "Do you suppose that Strahd can be redeemed? Is there any way to appeal to this man that once fought alongside your people?" She considers for a moment. "You mention a curse. How did the curse come about? Surely there must be a way to remove the curse. Would that free him to be the person he once was?" She shakes her head. "Or is he like that young man this morning, the son of the priest. He had become a vampyre spawn - and it seemed there was no way back for him."
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
Lorelei Dawnwarden
The young blonde priestess too removes her armour and sits down to wait, slowly sipping on her wine as she listens to the others. A small smile comes to her face as Crisaryn asks if the curse could be lifted. If Strahd was indeed cursed he could perhaps also be helped back into the light of the Morninglord, a thought that gave the young priestess new resolve.
DM
Stanimir to Crisaryn
When brother murders brother and drinks his blood he came to the eyes of powerful forces of the Shadowfell. He awoke a turned man pure Vampyr with all the powers that go with it. He still seeks a woman like Tatyana, very similar to young Ireena here. He also found that his land was on a seperate plane, he could no longer leave it himself. He trades for wine and fine goods with the Vistani. He thirsts to be normal again, but the curse prevails. I do not think it is reversible. He takes a mouthful of his wine, enjoying every drop.
DM
A soft whistle can be heard outside, the indication that one wanted to enter the tent.
Madam Eva is awake, she asked me to show you the way to her Vardo. She looks around and sees how large the party is. It'll be a squeeze but you can all fit. Your party only. So Ireena and Ismark were not invited. I am Margratte her apprentice. Follow me.
She leads the party through a large array of tents and caravans to a large Vardo painted in red with gold trim. It looks as though the owner rarely moves about.
Lorelei Dawnwarden
The young blonde priestess stands and bows politely to the red-haired apprentice, then following her to Madame Eva's vardo. There had been little doubt when Stanimir had said the curse on Strahd could not be lifted, but she would still do what she could to find a way.
Illmirth
Illmirth listens with full attention when the conversation turns to the dark lord of Barovia. What little he knew of the man in the castle sent a cold shiver down his spine. The unusual drow had witnessed evil in many forms; he had never seen one redeemed that invited the evil in. A pointy stake and a tan may be all that redeems Strahd.
He rises to follow Margarette, offering her a grateful nod. "Lead on," he says with a bow and an arm sweeping towards the door.
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Crisaryn Melkial
Crisaryn nods to Stanimir. "Yes, sometimes a being may just be too far gone."
When Margratte arrives, she stands. "Thanks for your hospitality," she tells Stanimir as she moves to follow the woman to the red and gold tent. "Margratte, are there any formalities we should know for greeting Madam Eva?"
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
Margratte
Madam Eva is the Eldest amongst the Vistani, give her the respect deserved and you'll be ok. She wanted to meet you and perhaps influence your future for the better.
Illmirth
When the group is ready, Illmirth steps into the red and gold Vardo. He bows respectfully to Madam Eva and then moves as far from the door as space allows, making as much room as possible for the others. His deep blue eyes adjust quickly to the sudden change in lighting. He remains respectfully silent as everyone squeezes into the small space, even when he remembers a joke about an overstuffed quiver. He shook off the intrusive thought. The group was on behavior, and the issues at hand were most serious.
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond