When they go outside, Illmirth recognizes that one of the ravens reminds him of Frederik. Taking a chance that he could communicate the bard walked off, a bit away from everyone and called to the unusual bird. "A word if you please," he said, holding out a bit of pork trimmings.
If the bird comes to him he engages it briefly in a quiet chat.
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Alerya gladly joins in the dancing congo line. She would never give up the chance to do something joyous. The music and people were such positive experience.
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"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
When the meal was concluded and everyone had their fill the bard stood on his chair and called out in a loud, clear voice, "I would play for the fine folk of Barovia, but alas this lovely establishmet will not contain the fullness of the audience. If you would indulge me a moment under the canopy of the sky I promise to provide a, uh, unique experience." His wide smile and twinkle of mischief in his eyes let all know he had something up his sleeve.
He hopped gracefully off the chair and led the way into the street. As usual, his performance included a bit of music from his lute, semi-original lyrics, and a whirling dervish of a drow dancing his little heart out.
***OoC: song to follow in a bit***
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
The air was filled with the calls of ravens (minor illusion), quickly replaced by a steady drum beat and Illmirth's lute. As he began to sing he sets his lute down and dances through the streets performing for and among the people, blending music, dance, and subtle illusion magic.
All our times will come, here but then we're gone. People don't fear the Raven, nor do the wind, the sun, or rain.
We can be like they are, come on black birds, don't fear the Raven, baby take my wing. Don't fear the Raven, we'll be able to fly, come on Ravens, birdies I'm your bard.
La,la,la,la,la
When the song is done, here but then I'm gone. Sing praise to the Night Queen, we'll be together in eternity. Black wings in the night sky, listen to them fly, baby please don't cry.
La,la,la,la,la
Don't fear the Raven!
The bard finished his song with a flourish, spinning in a tight pirouette before throwing his head back and extending his arms to the sides.
The villagers used to the ravens and particularly the red eyed one, hummed along with the tune, some breaking into the Conga line again. Laughter filled the air. The older villagers who could not dance, tapped their walking sticks on the ground for the others to dance too. Other Elders clapped.
No-one was sure when Betta slipped away, she had a scroll to make, and most people wouldn't miss her.
Vaelar, often quiet and withdrawn, stayed by his companions during the beginnings of the festival. It would still be an exaggeration to call him joyous or exuberant, but there seemed to be a lightness about him that hadn't existed in the early nights of their journey. It is as if a weight has been lifted from his shoulders. He is awkward and unsure, having carried it for so long he's forgotten how to live without it, but he is present; he has not retreated to the fringes and the shadows.
He even joins the applause for Illmirth's performance, offering the drow a quiet, "Very good," when he returns to them.
The young blonde priestess would partake in the peculiar dancing cue, doing her best to not make them all tumble over. Deciding she would give the dancing a rest for a while she helps herself to some food and drink and finds a place by Crisaryn to sit and enjoy Illmirth's peformance, enthusiastically clapping her hands as he finishes. "Do you prefer not to dance?" She leans over and tentatively asks the sorceress with the golden scales beside her.
The smiling bard raised an eyebrow and glanced up at the red eyed raven. He cleared his throat loudly and pointed to his pouch where the pork trimmings were, his practiced stage smile never wavering. Just in case the raven didn't take the hint, the clever drow cast minor illusion to create a giant pair or raven wings on his back.
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
The raven flew down to Illmirths shoulder, good song he says. He tries to preen the immaterial wings that Illmirth had conjured. Not real he says mournfully.
Nobody laughs harder at the raven missing his cue than the bard. "You are right my friend, not real. But these are!" he says as he produces the pork trimmings and gives them out to the feathered members of the audience.
When the ravens have finished their snack he rejoins the group, smiling from ear to pointed ear.
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
The night drew on and the festivities quieted down. The Elders left leaving the party for the youngsters.
Eventually the pale twilight of dawn reminded people to go to the chapel to receive the dawn blessing before they sought their beds.
Betta officiated looking as tired as the villagers, the dawn blessing of the Morning Lord shone brightly over the faithful.
The undertaker and his sons carried Murdocks coffin into the graveyard. They opened the mausoleum for Clerics and placed his coffin in an open space. The women covered the coffin in wild flowers and lit a candle at his feet. Betta said the prayers for the dead and then the mausoleum was sealed again.
Crisaryn had replied to Lorelei, "I have never really seen the point of dancing. But please, don't let me keep you from enjoying it." She adds a moment later, "I'm not sure I even really know how. Anyway, it's nice to listen to the music."
As the night wore on, she notes others leaving but many staying. She wasn't quite sure where she should go to sleep. But she kept an eye on the group hoping to maybe find out before morning.
The young blonde priestess nods and looks down. "No, I don't really know how to either, but I thought I might try it out. I haven't really had the opportunity to enjoy myself with frivolities as I am dutybound to serve others before myself."She says a bit quietly, staying silent for a while. "I suppose Illmirth could tell us what would be the point of dancing." She then says, looking up at Crisaryn with a grin. In the end there was no more dancing for Lorelei this night.
During dawn she would quetly pray to her deity at the funeral of the old paladin who had passed far too early.
Illmirth overhears Crisaryn's comment about the point of dancing and smiles sadly. For a moment he is torn, his desire to share his thoughts on the matter vs maintaining a respectful distance from a conversation he was not a part of. In the end, manners won his internal battle and he returned to the music that he so loved, playing with the villagers until the sun's first rays ended the all-nighter.
The party paid final respects to Murdock and received the blessing of the Morning Lord. How fitting, the bard thought, that the Lord of the Morning and the Queen of the Night find a harmonious balance in this dark land.
The bard yawned, his mouth opening wide as the adrenaline began to fade. "Perhaps we can find a bit of respite at the tavern. I should like a few hours of rest before we travel to Vallaki, however, if everyone is ready I shall acquiesce most graciously."
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
The young blonde priestess had considered suggesting simply resting in the house of her lord and protector, but resting at the tavern made sense. "Yes, we'd better get some sleep before heading on to Vallaki." She says in agreement with Illmirth, ready to follow along to the tavern.
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DM
Betta hears Illmirth and laughs, getting up to join in the dance. Even her limp wouldn't stop her, Elriq stood and joined her.
Illmirth
When they go outside, Illmirth recognizes that one of the ravens reminds him of Frederik. Taking a chance that he could communicate the bard walked off, a bit away from everyone and called to the unusual bird. "A word if you please," he said, holding out a bit of pork trimmings.
If the bird comes to him he engages it briefly in a quiet chat.
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
The red eyed raven watched him for a moment then flew down to the offered arm. Food good! he says
Alerya
Alerya gladly joins in the dancing congo line. She would never give up the chance to do something joyous. The music and people were such positive experience.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Illmirth
When the meal was concluded and everyone had their fill the bard stood on his chair and called out in a loud, clear voice, "I would play for the fine folk of Barovia, but alas this lovely establishmet will not contain the fullness of the audience. If you would indulge me a moment under the canopy of the sky I promise to provide a, uh, unique experience." His wide smile and twinkle of mischief in his eyes let all know he had something up his sleeve.
He hopped gracefully off the chair and led the way into the street. As usual, his performance included a bit of music from his lute, semi-original lyrics, and a whirling dervish of a drow dancing his little heart out.
***OoC: song to follow in a bit***
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Illmirth
The air was filled with the calls of ravens (minor illusion), quickly replaced by a steady drum beat and Illmirth's lute. As he began to sing he sets his lute down and dances through the streets performing for and among the people, blending music, dance, and subtle illusion magic.
All our times will come, here but then we're gone. People don't fear the Raven, nor do the wind, the sun, or rain.
We can be like they are, come on black birds, don't fear the Raven, baby take my wing. Don't fear the Raven, we'll be able to fly, come on Ravens, birdies I'm your bard.
La,la,la,la,la
When the song is done, here but then I'm gone. Sing praise to the Night Queen, we'll be together in eternity. Black wings in the night sky, listen to them fly, baby please don't cry.
La,la,la,la,la
Don't fear the Raven!
The bard finished his song with a flourish, spinning in a tight pirouette before throwing his head back and extending his arms to the sides.
***OoC: performance 18***
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Crisaryn Melkial
Crisaryn eagerly joined in to enjoy the meal. She ate a small portion and went to find a place to sit and listen to the music.
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
The villagers used to the ravens and particularly the red eyed one, hummed along with the tune, some breaking into the Conga line again. Laughter filled the air. The older villagers who could not dance, tapped their walking sticks on the ground for the others to dance too. Other Elders clapped.
No-one was sure when Betta slipped away, she had a scroll to make, and most people wouldn't miss her.
Vaelar
Vaelar, often quiet and withdrawn, stayed by his companions during the beginnings of the festival. It would still be an exaggeration to call him joyous or exuberant, but there seemed to be a lightness about him that hadn't existed in the early nights of their journey. It is as if a weight has been lifted from his shoulders. He is awkward and unsure, having carried it for so long he's forgotten how to live without it, but he is present; he has not retreated to the fringes and the shadows.
He even joins the applause for Illmirth's performance, offering the drow a quiet, "Very good," when he returns to them.
Lorelei Dawnwarden
The young blonde priestess would partake in the peculiar dancing cue, doing her best to not make them all tumble over. Deciding she would give the dancing a rest for a while she helps herself to some food and drink and finds a place by Crisaryn to sit and enjoy Illmirth's peformance, enthusiastically clapping her hands as he finishes. "Do you prefer not to dance?" She leans over and tentatively asks the sorceress with the golden scales beside her.
Illmirth
The smiling bard raised an eyebrow and glanced up at the red eyed raven. He cleared his throat loudly and pointed to his pouch where the pork trimmings were, his practiced stage smile never wavering. Just in case the raven didn't take the hint, the clever drow cast minor illusion to create a giant pair or raven wings on his back.
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
DM
The raven flew down to Illmirths shoulder, good song he says. He tries to preen the immaterial wings that Illmirth had conjured. Not real he says mournfully.
Illmirth
Nobody laughs harder at the raven missing his cue than the bard. "You are right my friend, not real. But these are!" he says as he produces the pork trimmings and gives them out to the feathered members of the audience.
When the ravens have finished their snack he rejoins the group, smiling from ear to pointed ear.
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
The night drew on and the festivities quieted down. The Elders left leaving the party for the youngsters.
Eventually the pale twilight of dawn reminded people to go to the chapel to receive the dawn blessing before they sought their beds.
Betta officiated looking as tired as the villagers, the dawn blessing of the Morning Lord shone brightly over the faithful.
The undertaker and his sons carried Murdocks coffin into the graveyard. They opened the mausoleum for Clerics and placed his coffin in an open space. The women covered the coffin in wild flowers and lit a candle at his feet. Betta said the prayers for the dead and then the mausoleum was sealed again.
Crisaryn Melkial
Crisaryn had replied to Lorelei, "I have never really seen the point of dancing. But please, don't let me keep you from enjoying it." She adds a moment later, "I'm not sure I even really know how. Anyway, it's nice to listen to the music."
As the night wore on, she notes others leaving but many staying. She wasn't quite sure where she should go to sleep. But she kept an eye on the group hoping to maybe find out before morning.
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 nods and looks down. "No, I don't really know how to either, but I thought I might try it out. I haven't really had the opportunity to enjoy myself with frivolities as I am dutybound to serve others before myself." She says a bit quietly, staying silent for a while. "I suppose Illmirth could tell us what would be the point of dancing." She then says, looking up at Crisaryn with a grin. In the end there was no more dancing for Lorelei this night.
During dawn she would quetly pray to her deity at the funeral of the old paladin who had passed far too early.
Illmirth
Illmirth overhears Crisaryn's comment about the point of dancing and smiles sadly. For a moment he is torn, his desire to share his thoughts on the matter vs maintaining a respectful distance from a conversation he was not a part of. In the end, manners won his internal battle and he returned to the music that he so loved, playing with the villagers until the sun's first rays ended the all-nighter.
The party paid final respects to Murdock and received the blessing of the Morning Lord. How fitting, the bard thought, that the Lord of the Morning and the Queen of the Night find a harmonious balance in this dark land.
The bard yawned, his mouth opening wide as the adrenaline began to fade. "Perhaps we can find a bit of respite at the tavern. I should like a few hours of rest before we travel to Vallaki, however, if everyone is ready I shall acquiesce most graciously."
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Lorelei Dawnwarden
The young blonde priestess had considered suggesting simply resting in the house of her lord and protector, but resting at the tavern made sense. "Yes, we'd better get some sleep before heading on to Vallaki." She says in agreement with Illmirth, ready to follow along to the tavern.