Elder Elsa went to the old Burgomeisters house and talked with Ismark and Ireena. The local smith had been voted in as the new Burgomeister. The elders had decided to purchase the house communally for him. They offered 3000GP a generous price. Ismark as the oldest accepted the offer. It would pay for a good house in Vallaki.
Ireena went through the house and picked vintage furniture in oak wood, chairs and table, her spinning wheel and loom. Chests of linen and clothing filled up the wagon. They'd soon be ready to go back to the camp and ride in convoy with Ellis tomorrow.
Ireena reminded Lorelei about Mad Mary, they could speak to her tonight and see if she had her wits about her now.
The party look for any odds and ends that they'd left undone. Apparently the Chapel now had a reverend mother, good for the villagers. Who seem more animated today.
They are preparing a harvest party centred around the Tavern for tonight. You can even see some of the younger villagers wearing brightly coloured ribbons in their plaited hair. There was laughter in the streets. The smith is single so they'll be plenty of young women trying to curry favour to become his wife.
Illmirth pitches in to help the siblings. His arms aren't particularly strong, but many hands lighten the load. When the wagon is loaded he takes some time to clean up and knock the dust off his clothes. He also laid out his brightly colored Vistsni style vest and scarf. He inspected them with a critical eye, and cleaned up any dirty spots. He wanted to look nice for the festivities tonight.
When he was satisfied he sought out the rest of the party. "If time permits, perhaps we can welcome the new cleric. It would please me to see the church returned to its hallowed state, " he says.
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
The young priestess too would offer to help Ismark and Ireena. As it seems the companions are staying the night she would like to pay another visit to the grieving mother. She would also like to pay her respects to the new cleric and wish her well, and she would of course come along to the celebrations at the tavern in the evening.
As you look up the road towards the chapel you see villagers walking arm in arm from the building, it is too late for Dawn prayers, but something has given them hope again, their medallions of the Morning Lord worn openly. This could almost be a different village.
You feel pride in your achievements in fighting the evil blight of ghouls away. Rhianne has kept her promise to Murdock, hallowed ground and somehow the Conspiracy of Ravens had found a new cleric as well.
Seeing the village of Barovia come to life again brings a bright smile to the young lathanderite, the best reward for her dutiful service to her deity she could ever hope for. She was curious now to see who this new priest was who had brought the Morninglord's light back to the village.
As the group moves about the village and sees the change in the atmosphere, Crisaryn comes over to Lorelei. "I presume you are going to go see this new cleric for the town? Perhaps I would join you. Curious that someone just appeared from the mists like that." She gets the faintest of a grin on her face. "And here I thought we would lose you to the position. Now you won't have to worry about that."
Vaelar is similarly glad to see the change come over the village and feels proud of what he made have contributed to the new atmosphere. Though when talk moves to visiting the new cleric, he takes up a position to the rear of the group. He will join them, but resolves not to go into the chapel itself.
As you walk down to the Chapel, you notice wildflowers in small bunches over some of the graves. Villagers are tending the graves in safety.
The door to the chapel lays open and the smell of incense wafts out, the same incense that Lorelei recognises from the Temple of Lathander. The bedrooms at the entrance smell of fresh straw and lavender. No doubt a mattress hurriedly made for the new cleric. The whole place subtly smells of fresh carbolic soap which the incense is accentuating. The kitchen on the right has an assortment of vegetables and hung sausages, and a huge bag of lentils. A soup pot simmers on the hearth.
Vaelar kept to the rear and was ready to walk out when the others reached the Chapel proper. Instead he hears a voice from what had been Donavichs office.
Come in ! A middle-aged woman sat in a chair only her smile wrinkles around her face give away her age. She holds a cane in one hand with an ornate ferrule, a short robe over trousers.
In front of her is the record of handfastings and marriages. She smiled Busy time of year.
She struggles to her feet her left leg not bending. She notices their faces. Don't feel sorry for me. It ended my adventuring days, some wounds not even healing spells work on. You are the party that fought with Rhianne aren't you? My name is Elizabetta, friends call me Betta.
There is a faint look of surprise as the young priestess with the blonde braided hair turns to Crisaryn, a pleasant surprise it seems as she quickly gets a warm smile as first response. "I doubt they would want me as a shepherd of their flock, I'm far too young and inexperienced for such important duties, and my calling is another, at least according to my old mentor."She says with a small grin. "I'm glad you would join me though, I admit I'm curious to see who this new priest is." She says as she slowly keeps walking down the street towards the chapel. "It is nice of to to say that, I didn't think you were worried about losing me." She says, giving the golden-scaled sorceress a curious smile.
The young priestess smiles warmly as she steps into the chapel. It was hard to imagine that this was the same place they had visited only yesterday morning, but she was relieved that faith and hope had returned to the village. "Greetings Betta, we are indeed those that helped Rhianne reconsecrate the chapel. We're so glad to see that the villagers have a new shepherd to watch over them. There is still the looming threat of the man in the castle but we intend to journey on to find the means to bring the sun back to these lands."
I heard that you had quite the battle with various forms of undead. Rhianne was grateful for the assistance.
Luckily I was travelling near to Daggerford and a very articulate raven named Frederik, convinced me that I would be better here amongst those that needed me more. I served at the Temple in Waterdeep, they have many clerics at their disposal, I will not be missed. I'll give a letter to the next Vistani going through the mists to post it on.
Is there anything I can do to assist you? I have a bag full of holy water if you need some, and some incense for your daily prayers.
The Prince in the Castle is a Vampyr so I've been told, others say that he dabbles in the art of necromancy, others just fear his power. I hope that you help him find his redemption.
The villages taxes are ready in full just in time for collection. I expect no problems with Strahd over them.
Illmirth smiles warmly as Betta introduces herself. "Greetings, and welcome. I am Illmirth. I have met, and am quite fond of little Fredrik. If he brought you here then you are good in my book. You see, he is an excellent judge of character," he says with a grin. "I would gladly accept a vial or two of holy water. This place seems to have an unhealthy population of undead, some of which, as you mentioned, we did battle here. It seems that the followers of the Morning Lord and Mother Night work together to combat the unholy threats of this land. It is good that you have come, the people of Barovia seem uplifted already."
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Here take these and she pulls a small sack over and takes 3 bottles of holy water out and passes them to Illmirth.
Frederik is an unusual raven, I hope that you and he have a chance to get together in the future.
I had hoped that Rhianne and the Conspiracy would stay here for a couple of days, but she was called back to Vallaki. You must have passed her on the road at dawn. I arrived last night to see the final Hallows finished. We spent the night exchanging tales. She spoke well of you all.
Murdock made his way into the Chapel, he heard the reverend mother speak and sighed. He could go no further he was exhausted and feeling weak, it was difficult to think straight. Then he collapsed his plate armor clanging.
Regardless of her leg, Betta was at his side before the others, her hands practised at healing magic.
She asked the party to help carry him into the spare room. They stripped him of armour until he just lay there in his robe. Betta gave him a potion then concentrated on healing him from the wasting sickness that he had obviously been suffering from quietly. She found that her prayers were only answered in part, the pain he'd been suffering from disappeared but the damage to his body was virulent. He was dying. All she could do was to ease his passing.
Crisaryn turns, laughing softly at Lorelei's remark about being worried about losing her. "Well, I did say you would not have to worry now. I'm sure you'd be heartbroken to not have us around." She follows her into the chapel. Seeing the changes, bedrooms outfitted as proper bedrooms. The befouled kitchen cleaned and provisioned. The office back in usable order. "We may have fought those creatures yesterday, but you Reverend Elizabetta, this transformation seems practically miraculous."
Murdock's sudden collapse caught the young woman off guard. She stood back as clearly Betta new what she was doing. When she pronounces that his suffering was eased but he would soon pass she was even more shocked. "Was it an injury he incurred yesterday? Or something he already had? He seemed fine on the journey back here earlier today." Though surprised, Crisaryn doesn't show a lot of sorrow. If he's dying, then she seems to readily accept that fact.
Illmirth remained near the old paladin as Betta directed everyone and tended to his pain. Murdock had been unusually quiet lately, in all the excitement of the Vistani celebration and speaking with Madam Eva, it seemed no one had noticed his rapid decline.
"I know not your tale before we met, but I know your valor clearing the evil from this very place. Rest easy, your faith will guide you home."
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
It looks like he was hiding his illness from you, awaiting one last glorious fight on behalf of Lathander. It won't be long now, tonight others may be feting the Harvest festival, but you all will be honouring his life. I'll go up to the standing stones to tell the ravens what has happened once he has passed.
"No no, you said that you thought you would lose me." The young priestess says with a teasing smile to the sorceress. "And of course I would be heartbroken to not have you around considering all the warmth and kindness you have shown me. I am indeed forunate to go on in your company." She adds with a playful grin to the other.
Realizing that the old paladin was close to death's door brings great shock and sorrow to the young priestess. She knew he would be greeted warmly at the halls of the Dawn Father but she felt he had been torn away from them and their quest far too early. She stays praying quietly at his side until he passes.
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Elder Elsa went to the old Burgomeisters house and talked with Ismark and Ireena. The local smith had been voted in as the new Burgomeister. The elders had decided to purchase the house communally for him. They offered 3000GP a generous price. Ismark as the oldest accepted the offer. It would pay for a good house in Vallaki.
Ireena went through the house and picked vintage furniture in oak wood, chairs and table, her spinning wheel and loom. Chests of linen and clothing filled up the wagon. They'd soon be ready to go back to the camp and ride in convoy with Ellis tomorrow.
Ireena reminded Lorelei about Mad Mary, they could speak to her tonight and see if she had her wits about her now.
DM
The party look for any odds and ends that they'd left undone. Apparently the Chapel now had a reverend mother, good for the villagers. Who seem more animated today.
They are preparing a harvest party centred around the Tavern for tonight. You can even see some of the younger villagers wearing brightly coloured ribbons in their plaited hair. There was laughter in the streets. The smith is single so they'll be plenty of young women trying to curry favour to become his wife.
Illmirth
Illmirth pitches in to help the siblings. His arms aren't particularly strong, but many hands lighten the load. When the wagon is loaded he takes some time to clean up and knock the dust off his clothes. He also laid out his brightly colored Vistsni style vest and scarf. He inspected them with a critical eye, and cleaned up any dirty spots. He wanted to look nice for the festivities tonight.
When he was satisfied he sought out the rest of the party. "If time permits, perhaps we can welcome the new cleric. It would please me to see the church returned to its hallowed state, " he says.
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Lorelei Dawnwarden
The young priestess too would offer to help Ismark and Ireena. As it seems the companions are staying the night she would like to pay another visit to the grieving mother. She would also like to pay her respects to the new cleric and wish her well, and she would of course come along to the celebrations at the tavern in the evening.
DM
As you look up the road towards the chapel you see villagers walking arm in arm from the building, it is too late for Dawn prayers, but something has given them hope again, their medallions of the Morning Lord worn openly. This could almost be a different village.
You feel pride in your achievements in fighting the evil blight of ghouls away. Rhianne has kept her promise to Murdock, hallowed ground and somehow the Conspiracy of Ravens had found a new cleric as well.
Lorelei Dawnwarden
Seeing the village of Barovia come to life again brings a bright smile to the young lathanderite, the best reward for her dutiful service to her deity she could ever hope for. She was curious now to see who this new priest was who had brought the Morninglord's light back to the village.
Crisaryn Melkial
As the group moves about the village and sees the change in the atmosphere, Crisaryn comes over to Lorelei. "I presume you are going to go see this new cleric for the town? Perhaps I would join you. Curious that someone just appeared from the mists like that." She gets the faintest of a grin on her face. "And here I thought we would lose you to the position. Now you won't have to worry about that."
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
Vaelar is similarly glad to see the change come over the village and feels proud of what he made have contributed to the new atmosphere. Though when talk moves to visiting the new cleric, he takes up a position to the rear of the group. He will join them, but resolves not to go into the chapel itself.
DM
As you walk down to the Chapel, you notice wildflowers in small bunches over some of the graves. Villagers are tending the graves in safety.
The door to the chapel lays open and the smell of incense wafts out, the same incense that Lorelei recognises from the Temple of Lathander. The bedrooms at the entrance smell of fresh straw and lavender. No doubt a mattress hurriedly made for the new cleric. The whole place subtly smells of fresh carbolic soap which the incense is accentuating. The kitchen on the right has an assortment of vegetables and hung sausages, and a huge bag of lentils. A soup pot simmers on the hearth.
Vaelar kept to the rear and was ready to walk out when the others reached the Chapel proper. Instead he hears a voice from what had been Donavichs office.
Come in ! A middle-aged woman sat in a chair only her smile wrinkles around her face give away her age. She holds a cane in one hand with an ornate ferrule, a short robe over trousers.
In front of her is the record of handfastings and marriages. She smiled Busy time of year.
She struggles to her feet her left leg not bending. She notices their faces. Don't feel sorry for me. It ended my adventuring days, some wounds not even healing spells work on. You are the party that fought with Rhianne aren't you? My name is Elizabetta, friends call me Betta.
Lorelei Dawnwarden
There is a faint look of surprise as the young priestess with the blonde braided hair turns to Crisaryn, a pleasant surprise it seems as she quickly gets a warm smile as first response. "I doubt they would want me as a shepherd of their flock, I'm far too young and inexperienced for such important duties, and my calling is another, at least according to my old mentor." She says with a small grin. "I'm glad you would join me though, I admit I'm curious to see who this new priest is." She says as she slowly keeps walking down the street towards the chapel. "It is nice of to to say that, I didn't think you were worried about losing me." She says, giving the golden-scaled sorceress a curious smile.
Lorelei Dawnwarden
The young priestess smiles warmly as she steps into the chapel. It was hard to imagine that this was the same place they had visited only yesterday morning, but she was relieved that faith and hope had returned to the village. "Greetings Betta, we are indeed those that helped Rhianne reconsecrate the chapel. We're so glad to see that the villagers have a new shepherd to watch over them. There is still the looming threat of the man in the castle but we intend to journey on to find the means to bring the sun back to these lands."
DM
Betta
I heard that you had quite the battle with various forms of undead. Rhianne was grateful for the assistance.
Luckily I was travelling near to Daggerford and a very articulate raven named Frederik, convinced me that I would be better here amongst those that needed me more. I served at the Temple in Waterdeep, they have many clerics at their disposal, I will not be missed. I'll give a letter to the next Vistani going through the mists to post it on.
Is there anything I can do to assist you? I have a bag full of holy water if you need some, and some incense for your daily prayers.
The Prince in the Castle is a Vampyr so I've been told, others say that he dabbles in the art of necromancy, others just fear his power. I hope that you help him find his redemption.
The villages taxes are ready in full just in time for collection. I expect no problems with Strahd over them.
Illmirth
Illmirth smiles warmly as Betta introduces herself. "Greetings, and welcome. I am Illmirth. I have met, and am quite fond of little Fredrik. If he brought you here then you are good in my book. You see, he is an excellent judge of character," he says with a grin. "I would gladly accept a vial or two of holy water. This place seems to have an unhealthy population of undead, some of which, as you mentioned, we did battle here. It seems that the followers of the Morning Lord and Mother Night work together to combat the unholy threats of this land. It is good that you have come, the people of Barovia seem uplifted already."
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
DM
Betta to Illmirth
Here take these and she pulls a small sack over and takes 3 bottles of holy water out and passes them to Illmirth.
Frederik is an unusual raven, I hope that you and he have a chance to get together in the future.
I had hoped that Rhianne and the Conspiracy would stay here for a couple of days, but she was called back to Vallaki. You must have passed her on the road at dawn. I arrived last night to see the final Hallows finished. We spent the night exchanging tales. She spoke well of you all.
DM
Murdock made his way into the Chapel, he heard the reverend mother speak and sighed. He could go no further he was exhausted and feeling weak, it was difficult to think straight. Then he collapsed his plate armor clanging.
Regardless of her leg, Betta was at his side before the others, her hands practised at healing magic.
She asked the party to help carry him into the spare room. They stripped him of armour until he just lay there in his robe. Betta gave him a potion then concentrated on healing him from the wasting sickness that he had obviously been suffering from quietly. She found that her prayers were only answered in part, the pain he'd been suffering from disappeared but the damage to his body was virulent. He was dying. All she could do was to ease his passing.
(DM OOC Lambastard_13 has left the campaign)
Crisaryn Melkial
Crisaryn turns, laughing softly at Lorelei's remark about being worried about losing her. "Well, I did say you would not have to worry now. I'm sure you'd be heartbroken to not have us around." She follows her into the chapel. Seeing the changes, bedrooms outfitted as proper bedrooms. The befouled kitchen cleaned and provisioned. The office back in usable order. "We may have fought those creatures yesterday, but you Reverend Elizabetta, this transformation seems practically miraculous."
Murdock's sudden collapse caught the young woman off guard. She stood back as clearly Betta new what she was doing. When she pronounces that his suffering was eased but he would soon pass she was even more shocked. "Was it an injury he incurred yesterday? Or something he already had? He seemed fine on the journey back here earlier today." Though surprised, Crisaryn doesn't show a lot of sorrow. If he's dying, then she seems to readily accept that fact.
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
Illmirth
Illmirth remained near the old paladin as Betta directed everyone and tended to his pain. Murdock had been unusually quiet lately, in all the excitement of the Vistani celebration and speaking with Madam Eva, it seemed no one had noticed his rapid decline.
"I know not your tale before we met, but I know your valor clearing the evil from this very place. Rest easy, your faith will guide you home."
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
DM
Betta to the party
It looks like he was hiding his illness from you, awaiting one last glorious fight on behalf of Lathander. It won't be long now, tonight others may be feting the Harvest festival, but you all will be honouring his life. I'll go up to the standing stones to tell the ravens what has happened once he has passed.
Lorelei Dawnwarden
"No no, you said that you thought you would lose me." The young priestess says with a teasing smile to the sorceress. "And of course I would be heartbroken to not have you around considering all the warmth and kindness you have shown me. I am indeed forunate to go on in your company." She adds with a playful grin to the other.
Realizing that the old paladin was close to death's door brings great shock and sorrow to the young priestess. She knew he would be greeted warmly at the halls of the Dawn Father but she felt he had been torn away from them and their quest far too early. She stays praying quietly at his side until he passes.
Vaelar
"He deserves what comfort you can give him," Vaelar commented quietly as he watched the old paladin be laid to bed.
"He may not see us to our final victory, but he was instrumental in getting us this far. He achieved his final glory."