The young blonde priestess had nodded to Crisaryn and followed her to the vardo of the mysterious twins, doing her best to carry the entrails without making a face. As she gets there she stays silent, observing the twin hunters with respect and a healthy amount of caution, trying to recall what her mentor had taught her about such beings as she keeps aiding Crisaryn with her chores.
Illmirth's work in progress, dedicated to their gracious hosts and their divine wine.
Follow me, don't follow me; I've got my wine, I've got my Dragon Crush.
We are agents of the free; we're having fun, now it's time to serve your dry guests one more please. Coming in fast, for one more please.
Follow me, don't follow me; I've got my wine I've got my Dragon Crush.
Safe tonight, not safe for life; I've got my wine I've got my Dragon Crush.
The joyful people are the free; they're coming in fast to dance with me. Coming in fast for one more please.
Oh, oh oh oh oh...
Coming in fast for one more please.
He works diligently to complete the song, his way of thanking the Vistani for their hospitality, guidance, and generosity. When the People begin to put their instruments to work Illmirth plays for them. He moves gracefully about the camp, weaving dance and illusionary magic to enhance the performance.
When he is finished, he raises his glass to the gathered people. "To our hosts! Huzzah!"
***OoC: performance 21***
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
They are known as Dhampir and are normally born of human woman and Vampyr, some are survivors of an attack. They are by nature neutral, though some have been known to become clerics of lawful good deities. Fighters one and all they normally target Vampyrs for hunting making the world safe. Also known for their animal hunting abilities. Food is variable for them some drink blood or eat raw meat, others feed on psychic energy, dreams or Life energy.
Poised between the worlds of the living and the dead, dhampirs retain their grip on life yet are endlessly tested by vicious hungers. Their ties to the undead grant dhampirs a taste of a vampire’s deathless prowess in the form of increased speed, darkvision, and a life-draining bite.
With unique insights into the nature of the undead, many dhampirs become adventurers and monster hunters. Their reasons are often deeply personal. Some seek danger, imagining monsters as personifications of their own hungers. Others pursue revenge against whatever turned them into a dhampir. And still others embrace the solitude of the hunt, striving to distance themselves from those who’d tempt their hunger.
She turned to talk to the quiet blonde haired Cleric. Lorelei, yes? I heard that you personally saved young children from the were wolf curse of the loup garou. It is good to finally meet you. She holds out her hand to Lorelei to clench wrists in the Vistani manner of greeting.
The boar is ready to be spitted by Annaletta. let's take it there and then we can join in the gathering!
I'll stay here with Vaelar and the sausages, Ysabet ducked into the Vardo and came out with a large frying pan.
Vistani after Vistani join in Illmirths impromptu dance with illusions. Later they pull him into a ragtag group of Vistani with all their instruments. Yelling for more dancing the Vistani formed small circles and danced a complex circle dance around the fire.
People fed their children from the communal stew pots, adults slicing off generous portions of venison. They needed their strength for the dancing, even the children started up their own dance.
As the Vistanti began to play, Illmirth set his lute down with his gear and fell into step. He matched their graceful movements, leaping, twirling, and tumbling with abandon along to the music. He flowed from circle to circle, meeting and celebrating with all who would have him. He even spent time in the children's circle, taking a few moments to show them a few simple tumbling routines. He took special care to teach them how to use their momentum to roll and land safely.
SKin glistening with sweat, illmirth rejoined the companions. He gladly accepted a bowl of steaming hot venison stew and a full cup of wine before sitting for a moment to dine and catch his breath. "Come join me friends," he said when his meal was done. "No bard in all the land could boast greater skill than that which comes naturally to our spirited hosts. Surely dark days lie ahead, dance and be merry, relish in the joy of the music. The shadows will wait for us, they are tomorrow's problem."
if any are reluctant, he extends his hand and helps them up. He will go slowly, teaching some simple steps that are common to the Vistsnti style. Illmirth wants nothing more than to share the joy the music gives him with everyone.
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Crisaryn helps with moving the boar back to be spitted by Annaletta. "I can stay with you if still need help," she offers to the woman. "I don't mind." She will stay as long as she is welcome, even as most of the Vistani seem to have emerged and started joining in the revelries.
The young blonde priestess gives the dhampir sister a friendly smile and accepts her Vistani greeting with her own hand, looking the other firmly in the eyes. "I was merely channeling the dawnfather's divine light, but yes, I am grateful it lifted the vile curse over the young ones." She says with modesty. "More importantly though, the others defeated the Loup Garou so that the people of Daggerford could sleep better at night."
Lorelei would then follow along with Crisaryn, not intent on fully indulging in the festivities, but she watches curiously and finds herself smiling, humming along and tapping her feet at times. "I think everyone will have a better time with me watching rather than stumbling around the fire." She says with a soft laugh at Illmirth's invitation.
The night draws on and the harvest revelry becomes more ritual than frenetic. The Vistani made room by the fire and two young couples came towards it holding hands. The Vistani started clapping, joined by a deep drumbeat. The couples, one at a time, run and jump through the flames, the Elders watching. Pronouncing handfastings amongst the clans.
The music died down to a slower beat, people took the time to eat and rest a while. Sleep would come later.
Annaletta and Crisaryn focused on cooking, the roasts filling many bellies. For a while Annaletta joined in the dance, always ending near the food so she could go back to tending it. She tried to get shy Crisaryn to dance.
Hot sausages were shared amongst the Elders each eating liberally of the beef blood sausage, and a quick fry in the large pan, a moment each side. Ysabet goes back into the Vardo and takes a small pan out of the oven, Here she says to Vaelar try some pie and be honest about your preferences, it is blood hot. She handed him a thick slice of warm blood pie. It smelled good but not so appetizing as blood sausage. Gren the Raven came to sit next to him, eyes riveted to the pie.
Illmirth, face flush and breathing heavily, sits down to catch his breath. He watches quietly as the vibe shifts, the music becomes a rhythmic blend of deep drum beats and clapping. Couples, young and filled with life and love, leap over the fire, a blessing of sorts it seemed to the stary eyed drow. He was fascinated by the romantic love they shared, such a thing being nonexistant in the darkness of his homeland. So much was lost in the wicked, pragmatic lives of the Underdark dwelling drow. Illmirth felt blessed to bear witness to this rite of passage, and clapped along to the beat.
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
At first Crisaryn simply offers to help keep an eye on the food when Annaletta slips away for some dancing. But eventually she relents and spends a little time dancing to the music with the others. She always makes it immediately back to tend to the food just like Annaletta though. She chats with the woman, trying to get to know her a bit. And she manages to get a little bit of food to keep herself from being hungry.
The young blonde priestess watches with fascination and admiration the acrobatic dance of the two young vistani couples, clapping her hands with the others to cheer them on. A part of her wished she would have had more time for other things than praying and monster hunting in her young life but she knew she was not meant for any of that, particularly not at this time and place.
Vaelar forwent the more boisterous festivities to stay by the twins' vardo and partake of the blood meals they were preparing. He had not eaten so well in months so enjoyed the opportunities.
When the pie is presented he eyes it apprehensively, but Ysabet encourages him to try it so he does so. As he bites into the pie he is taken aback by its heat and the mouthful is perhaps too big so he pulls the pie back. Blood dribbles down his chin and he is quick to wipe it away, still self-conscious about eating so publicly. But then he gets a taste for it and takes a few more bites.
"It's different," he says, a little diplomatically. "I think I still prefer my meals... fresh, but this is better than I've feasted in a long time. Thank you, Madam Ysabet."
Don't madam me, I'm still single as is Terna she laughs. I'm glad that you can tolerate it, but like Terna you prefer warm blood. We'll still trade you some of the blood sausages when you decide to travel, sometimes it is best not to go hunting in the woods.
Gren will sit with you scrounging, I'm afraid that I don't know how he can fly with such a full belly. The last of the beef blood sausage gone, Ysabet cleans the pan.
All around the camp fires were burning down, the Vistani headed off to bed and the companions either went back to Stanimirs tent or snuggled up in a blanket next to the warm embers.
Sleep came fast to Illmirth, the moon shone down on him and wolves could be heard howling in the distance. Dreams gathered.
He followed a raven who he thought was Frederik, it hopped and flew in front of him, Come it said.
The temperature plummeted, and he found himself overlooking a castle amongst the ice. There the ground was green and unharmed and the temperature rose again. There were ravens on every tower cawing him onwards. He sees the outlines of people like him, grey skinned elves in leather armour. They watch but let him pass.
Frederik led him to a large audience chamber lit by candles. A woman stands by the throne, her hand resting on it's arm. A golden scythe in her hands.
Be welcome here Illmirth, my latest Shadar kai. Your change is not yet complete, the ravens have acknowledged you as Ravenkind. Would you serve me as they do? If you would know more seek out my Warlocks in Vallaki. Elder Hilde is the High Warlock there, she waits for you.
Illmirth wakes with a start. Like most elves, he requires little actual sleep. It was highly unusual for him to dream, let alone so vividly. His recollection of the dream was crystal clear, more like a memory than the hazy whisps of most dreams. He rose slowly, replaying the dream in his mind. So vivid...
He was thoughtful and quiet thar morning. When the opportunity presented itself he approached Stanimir. "Have you heard of Elder Hilde?" he asks softly, still trying to understand the nature of his strange dream, if it infact was a dream.
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
As the night wound down, Crisaryn thanked Annaletta. She was contented to just take a blanket and sit near the embers of the fire. She was up early the next morning, looking around for the others to see what this day would bring.
The foreign dhampir would take up a bed roll at the edges of the firelight, close enough to bed near the others but not so close as to risk the fire's wrath.
The following morning he would arise early, eager to aid with whatever preparations the vistani might especially, especially the twins who had been so welcoming to him.
The young blonde priestess would have found a place to sleep fairly close to her companions, laying awake to think about all that had happened since she came to this domain of dread, pondering the reading that Madame Eva had given them. She still struggled to understand the relationship between Strahd and the Vistani, but she wanted to believe their hosts were indeed trying to help them overthrow their cursed dark lord, or at least find someone to supplant him. There was something quite tragic about this Strahd though, she could sense it, but at the same time, if he couldn't be redeemed he would have to be destoyed. Time would tell.
In the morning Lorelei rises early, readying herself for a new day, if possible taking an invigorating morning swim in the hearby Tser Pool, then offering to help with preparing the morning meal.
Elder Hilde you say? She is one of the Elders of Vallaki. She encourages her people to trade with us, it's where the wine comes from. They say that she follows the Raven Queen who we call Mother Night. She leads some of the were ravens. Still ready with a spell even at her age. You seek her? Perhaps Rhianne can tell you more if she is still at the Chapel in Barovia village. Did you dream of her or did Gren whisper about her to you?
They say that the Raven Queen communicates in dreams and visions. You have come to her notice, tread carefully.
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Lorelei Dawnwarden
The young blonde priestess had nodded to Crisaryn and followed her to the vardo of the mysterious twins, doing her best to carry the entrails without making a face. As she gets there she stays silent, observing the twin hunters with respect and a healthy amount of caution, trying to recall what her mentor had taught her about such beings as she keeps aiding Crisaryn with her chores.
History if relevant: 12 + Guidance: 3
Illmirth
Illmirth's work in progress, dedicated to their gracious hosts and their divine wine.
Follow me, don't follow me; I've got my wine, I've got my Dragon Crush.
We are agents of the free; we're having fun, now it's time to serve your dry guests one more please. Coming in fast, for one more please.
Follow me, don't follow me; I've got my wine I've got my Dragon Crush.
Safe tonight, not safe for life; I've got my wine I've got my Dragon Crush.
The joyful people are the free; they're coming in fast to dance with me. Coming in fast for one more please.
Oh, oh oh oh oh...
Coming in fast for one more please.
He works diligently to complete the song, his way of thanking the Vistani for their hospitality, guidance, and generosity. When the People begin to put their instruments to work Illmirth plays for them. He moves gracefully about the camp, weaving dance and illusionary magic to enhance the performance.
When he is finished, he raises his glass to the gathered people. "To our hosts! Huzzah!"
***OoC: performance 21***
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
DM
Loreleis history check
They are known as Dhampir and are normally born of human woman and Vampyr, some are survivors of an attack. They are by nature neutral, though some have been known to become clerics of lawful good deities. Fighters one and all they normally target Vampyrs for hunting making the world safe. Also known for their animal hunting abilities. Food is variable for them some drink blood or eat raw meat, others feed on psychic energy, dreams or Life energy.
Poised between the worlds of the living and the dead, dhampirs retain their grip on life yet are endlessly tested by vicious hungers. Their ties to the undead grant dhampirs a taste of a vampire’s deathless prowess in the form of increased speed, darkvision, and a life-draining bite.
With unique insights into the nature of the undead, many dhampirs become adventurers and monster hunters. Their reasons are often deeply personal. Some seek danger, imagining monsters as personifications of their own hungers. Others pursue revenge against whatever turned them into a dhampir. And still others embrace the solitude of the hunt, striving to distance themselves from those who’d tempt their hunger.
DM
Terna
She turned to talk to the quiet blonde haired Cleric. Lorelei, yes? I heard that you personally saved young children from the were wolf curse of the loup garou. It is good to finally meet you. She holds out her hand to Lorelei to clench wrists in the Vistani manner of greeting.
The boar is ready to be spitted by Annaletta. let's take it there and then we can join in the gathering!
I'll stay here with Vaelar and the sausages, Ysabet ducked into the Vardo and came out with a large frying pan.
DM
Vistani after Vistani join in Illmirths impromptu dance with illusions. Later they pull him into a ragtag group of Vistani with all their instruments. Yelling for more dancing the Vistani formed small circles and danced a complex circle dance around the fire.
People fed their children from the communal stew pots, adults slicing off generous portions of venison. They needed their strength for the dancing, even the children started up their own dance.
Illmirth
As the Vistanti began to play, Illmirth set his lute down with his gear and fell into step. He matched their graceful movements, leaping, twirling, and tumbling with abandon along to the music. He flowed from circle to circle, meeting and celebrating with all who would have him. He even spent time in the children's circle, taking a few moments to show them a few simple tumbling routines. He took special care to teach them how to use their momentum to roll and land safely.
SKin glistening with sweat, illmirth rejoined the companions. He gladly accepted a bowl of steaming hot venison stew and a full cup of wine before sitting for a moment to dine and catch his breath. "Come join me friends," he said when his meal was done. "No bard in all the land could boast greater skill than that which comes naturally to our spirited hosts. Surely dark days lie ahead, dance and be merry, relish in the joy of the music. The shadows will wait for us, they are tomorrow's problem."
if any are reluctant, he extends his hand and helps them up. He will go slowly, teaching some simple steps that are common to the Vistsnti style. Illmirth wants nothing more than to share the joy the music gives him with everyone.
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Crisaryn Melkial
Crisaryn helps with moving the boar back to be spitted by Annaletta. "I can stay with you if still need help," she offers to the woman. "I don't mind." She will stay as long as she is welcome, even as most of the Vistani seem to have emerged and started joining in the revelries.
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 gives the dhampir sister a friendly smile and accepts her Vistani greeting with her own hand, looking the other firmly in the eyes. "I was merely channeling the dawnfather's divine light, but yes, I am grateful it lifted the vile curse over the young ones." She says with modesty. "More importantly though, the others defeated the Loup Garou so that the people of Daggerford could sleep better at night."
Lorelei would then follow along with Crisaryn, not intent on fully indulging in the festivities, but she watches curiously and finds herself smiling, humming along and tapping her feet at times. "I think everyone will have a better time with me watching rather than stumbling around the fire." She says with a soft laugh at Illmirth's invitation.
DM
The night draws on and the harvest revelry becomes more ritual than frenetic. The Vistani made room by the fire and two young couples came towards it holding hands. The Vistani started clapping, joined by a deep drumbeat. The couples, one at a time, run and jump through the flames, the Elders watching. Pronouncing handfastings amongst the clans.
The music died down to a slower beat, people took the time to eat and rest a while. Sleep would come later.
Annaletta and Crisaryn focused on cooking, the roasts filling many bellies. For a while Annaletta joined in the dance, always ending near the food so she could go back to tending it. She tried to get shy Crisaryn to dance.
Hot sausages were shared amongst the Elders each eating liberally of the beef blood sausage, and a quick fry in the large pan, a moment each side. Ysabet goes back into the Vardo and takes a small pan out of the oven, Here she says to Vaelar try some pie and be honest about your preferences, it is blood hot. She handed him a thick slice of warm blood pie. It smelled good but not so appetizing as blood sausage. Gren the Raven came to sit next to him, eyes riveted to the pie.
Illmirth
Illmirth, face flush and breathing heavily, sits down to catch his breath. He watches quietly as the vibe shifts, the music becomes a rhythmic blend of deep drum beats and clapping. Couples, young and filled with life and love, leap over the fire, a blessing of sorts it seemed to the stary eyed drow. He was fascinated by the romantic love they shared, such a thing being nonexistant in the darkness of his homeland. So much was lost in the wicked, pragmatic lives of the Underdark dwelling drow. Illmirth felt blessed to bear witness to this rite of passage, and clapped along to the beat.
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Crisaryn Melkial
At first Crisaryn simply offers to help keep an eye on the food when Annaletta slips away for some dancing. But eventually she relents and spends a little time dancing to the music with the others. She always makes it immediately back to tend to the food just like Annaletta though. She chats with the woman, trying to get to know her a bit. And she manages to get a little bit of food to keep herself from being hungry.
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 watches with fascination and admiration the acrobatic dance of the two young vistani couples, clapping her hands with the others to cheer them on. A part of her wished she would have had more time for other things than praying and monster hunting in her young life but she knew she was not meant for any of that, particularly not at this time and place.
Vaelar
Vaelar forwent the more boisterous festivities to stay by the twins' vardo and partake of the blood meals they were preparing. He had not eaten so well in months so enjoyed the opportunities.
When the pie is presented he eyes it apprehensively, but Ysabet encourages him to try it so he does so. As he bites into the pie he is taken aback by its heat and the mouthful is perhaps too big so he pulls the pie back. Blood dribbles down his chin and he is quick to wipe it away, still self-conscious about eating so publicly. But then he gets a taste for it and takes a few more bites.
"It's different," he says, a little diplomatically. "I think I still prefer my meals... fresh, but this is better than I've feasted in a long time. Thank you, Madam Ysabet."
DM
Ysabet
Don't madam me, I'm still single as is Terna she laughs. I'm glad that you can tolerate it, but like Terna you prefer warm blood. We'll still trade you some of the blood sausages when you decide to travel, sometimes it is best not to go hunting in the woods.
Gren will sit with you scrounging, I'm afraid that I don't know how he can fly with such a full belly. The last of the beef blood sausage gone, Ysabet cleans the pan.
All around the camp fires were burning down, the Vistani headed off to bed and the companions either went back to Stanimirs tent or snuggled up in a blanket next to the warm embers.
DM
Illmirth's dream
Sleep came fast to Illmirth, the moon shone down on him and wolves could be heard howling in the distance. Dreams gathered.
He followed a raven who he thought was Frederik, it hopped and flew in front of him, Come it said.
The temperature plummeted, and he found himself overlooking a castle amongst the ice. There the ground was green and unharmed and the temperature rose again. There were ravens on every tower cawing him onwards. He sees the outlines of people like him, grey skinned elves in leather armour. They watch but let him pass.
Frederik led him to a large audience chamber lit by candles. A woman stands by the throne, her hand resting on it's arm. A golden scythe in her hands.
Be welcome here Illmirth, my latest Shadar kai. Your change is not yet complete, the ravens have acknowledged you as Ravenkind. Would you serve me as they do? If you would know more seek out my Warlocks in Vallaki. Elder Hilde is the High Warlock there, she waits for you.
Illmirth
Illmirth wakes with a start. Like most elves, he requires little actual sleep. It was highly unusual for him to dream, let alone so vividly. His recollection of the dream was crystal clear, more like a memory than the hazy whisps of most dreams. He rose slowly, replaying the dream in his mind. So vivid...
He was thoughtful and quiet thar morning. When the opportunity presented itself he approached Stanimir. "Have you heard of Elder Hilde?" he asks softly, still trying to understand the nature of his strange dream, if it infact was a dream.
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Crisaryn Melkial
As the night wound down, Crisaryn thanked Annaletta. She was contented to just take a blanket and sit near the embers of the fire. She was up early the next morning, looking around for the others to see what this day would bring.
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
Vaelar
The foreign dhampir would take up a bed roll at the edges of the firelight, close enough to bed near the others but not so close as to risk the fire's wrath.
The following morning he would arise early, eager to aid with whatever preparations the vistani might especially, especially the twins who had been so welcoming to him.
Lorelei Dawnwarden
The young blonde priestess would have found a place to sleep fairly close to her companions, laying awake to think about all that had happened since she came to this domain of dread, pondering the reading that Madame Eva had given them. She still struggled to understand the relationship between Strahd and the Vistani, but she wanted to believe their hosts were indeed trying to help them overthrow their cursed dark lord, or at least find someone to supplant him. There was something quite tragic about this Strahd though, she could sense it, but at the same time, if he couldn't be redeemed he would have to be destoyed. Time would tell.
In the morning Lorelei rises early, readying herself for a new day, if possible taking an invigorating morning swim in the hearby Tser Pool, then offering to help with preparing the morning meal.
DM
Stanimir to Illmirth
Elder Hilde you say? She is one of the Elders of Vallaki. She encourages her people to trade with us, it's where the wine comes from. They say that she follows the Raven Queen who we call Mother Night. She leads some of the were ravens. Still ready with a spell even at her age. You seek her? Perhaps Rhianne can tell you more if she is still at the Chapel in Barovia village. Did you dream of her or did Gren whisper about her to you?
They say that the Raven Queen communicates in dreams and visions. You have come to her notice, tread carefully.