Crisaryn notes the brightly colored wagon as they pass by the stockyard. She can't help but wonder what it might be and how it would have ended up in that place. They are already past when she muses to the others, "Has anyone ever heard of Rictavio's Carnival of Wonders?"she asks. "Seems interesting."
The group proceeded on towards the inn and as they were greeted Alerya had already explained their need for stables. She took a moment to just examine the exterior of the place. It seemed nice enough for their night's rest at least. "We will need a meal as well. Hopefully something quick. And we'll be going first thing in the morning. Do you offer any breakfast before dawn?" she asks Danika.
Are you here to join Rictavio at the festival? It starts in 2 days. I'll hold your rooms until the day after. Lodging for you and your horses, and two meals a day with wine. 5 silver pieces each. I'll have one of the stableboys sleep near your wagon to protect it. Not that the city has any thieves that I know of, but I don't know some of the strangers wandering about these days.
Ismark came forward, I'll pay for the group, it's the least I can do they guarded our travel. He leaned past Illmirth and dropped some gold pieces into Danikas hand. She tucked the coins away into her purse then shook hands with Ismark. Deal! You'll each have your own room, 4 days.
She listened to Crisaryns plea for an early morning rise. If you leave after cock crow for your business, they'll be fresh bread, eggs and cold ham along with oat porridge. Might as well eat the gates will be shut until sunrise. There is a Temple of the Morning Lord here, Father Lucian holds morning and evening services. Peter take the horses into the stable, give them a warm mash.
With that she gestures at the companions and invites them in
Damp cloaks hang from pegs in the entrance portico. The tavern is packed with tables and chairs, with narrow paths meandering between them. A bar stretches along one wall, under a balcony that can be reached by a wooden staircase that hugs the north wall. Another balcony overhangs an entrance to the east. All the windows are fitted with thick shutters and crossbars. Lanterns hanging above the bar and resting on the tables bathe the room in dull orange light and cast shadows upon the walls, most of which are adorned with wolf heads mounted on wooden plaques.
Vaelar stays toward the back of the group of companions as they move into the tavern: His pale eyes survey the inn's patrons, looking to see if anyone pays them particular mind.
"Has anyone fought hags before?" he asks the others as they look for a table.
A dark haired woman sits in a shadowy corner eating beet soup. Which type? I took out a Nighthag once, it was a close thing. You thinking of taking on one?
Overhearing the conversation a half elf, stands up. Here, you have come to join in my tales. I am the Marvelous Rictavio, storyteller and illusionist extrodinaire, tell me would you join the carnival? Have time for a story to cheer the hearts of all here. I once fought a coven, it must have been some gods intervention but I survived to tell the tale.
The young blonde priestess had come along in silence, pondering what the white stag had shared. She was somewhat relieved to reach the town of Vallaki and the relative safety of the inn. They would need to be well rested and prepared if they hoped to defeat a whole coven of hags. She hadn't faced one herself but her mentor had told her much about the evil they did and how grusome it could be to bring them into the light of the Morninglord.
"Um, yes, well in fact we're planning to fight a whole coven tomorrow."Loelei shares with the dark-haired woman, then gving the halfe-lf a surprised expression. There certainly seemed to be no lack of heroes in these lands. "Perhaps you both could share some about what you know about hags, we could probably use all the help we can get."
Illmirth pats Ismark on the shoulder. "Your generosity is most kind and appreciated. It has been an honor to travel with you and make your friendship."
Vaelar seemed to know more of the hags than he, so the bard turned his attention to the half elf. He gave the man a good looking over, a performer sizing up another performer if you will. "Illmirth Vae'Drynn, it pleases me to see another committed to bringing joy into this troubled land. When we are settled in and relieved of the burdon of our gear I should very much like to hear your tale."
Crisaryn thanks Ismark for his kindness in paying for their rooms. "Four days. I guess we will return here after our business tomorrow. And maybe we will still have to time to catch some of this festival." She grins slightly. "It feels like there has been a festival though almost every day we have been in this land."
When the dark-haired woman spoke up about having faced a hag before, she follows Lorelei over to where she sits. "Indeed, we would welcome whatever help you might have in our fight against the hags. Do they have weaknesses we should exploit? Any way to help counter their curses and such?" She then pauses a moment, "I am Crisaryn by the way. We are very fortunate to have met you."
She can't help but catch the name 'Rictavio' when the half-elf introduces himself. She gives the black-haired a woman an apologetic look. "Excuse me just a second." She then glances over to half-elf a moment before her attention goes back to the woman. "So that is the Rictavio of Rictavio's Carnival of Wonders? I saw the brightly colored wagon when we came into town."
Alerys takes in the atmosphere and is very thankful for the free room and board for a few days. Sleeping in a real bed would be nice after days of road travel, not to mention real food instead of camp food.
She had never even seen a hag before. Her ears perk up when discussing how to deal with them comes up. The long haired woman looks like she knows what end of a sword to swing so getting her to help the group seems like a great idea.
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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?"
Lorelei, Crisaryn, and Alerya make their way to the dark haired womans table.
Well met, I'm Indira, Hujj told me to expect you, especially the one name Illmirth the Bard. What hags have caused you problems? I'd guess the hags from the Bonegrinder mill. Quite powerful night hags and their dream pies. They are banned here in the city and the strange disappearance of children has almost stopped.
There are quite a few hexbloods and hags that deal with the apothecary, the ones who aren't evil that is. She paused to eat some soup So, fighting nighthags, especially a coven, make sure that you have someone who can cast silence and protection from evil and good. You'll need a healer. Decide on a hag and keep hitting her until she dies, you must break the coven at all costs or you'll not see tomorrow night. Weaknesses? Look for the hags eye, and fight in daylight only. That way they can't caste their nightmare haunting. Steal their heartstone necklace and soul bag or destroy them.
Like all fairground bards, Rictavio could spin lies like the best, it's all entertainment! Illmirth knows that he should take anything Rictavio says as a story rather than truth. He wonders what has happened to the rest of the carnival.
Rictavio pounds illmirths back, go put your saddlebags and bedrolls away. Then come back and exchange tales of hags. I'm sure the locals will enjoy it. Get something to eat, you look hungry.
Danika appears with a tray full of beet soup and approaches the companions. Here this will fill your belly until the spatchcock chickens are ready, she says. Do any of you prefer something else? We have newly made bloodsausage which is very popular.
Illmirth we were told that you were coming by Hujj. Relax and eat.
The bard stops in his tracks when he hears the name of the dark haired woman. "My lady, I am obligated to inform you that your feathered friend is an axcellent helper, and deserves many treats." Illmirth fought to keep a straight face as he finished saying the words he promised to deliver, ending the message with a laugh. "If you knew we were coming then your little friend did his duty well. I am illmirth, bard and friend of Ravenkind."
Illmirth showed his gear, pausing a moment to freshen up from the road. When the dirt was at least mostly gone and his light gray hair no longer resembled the nest of a large bird, he rejoined the team and Indria. He was always ready to try the house specialties, so he gratefully tried the beet soup. He enjoyed the deep, rich color of the soup more then the flavor, but he smiled politely and finished his bowl.
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Indira laughed and nearly spat her soup at Illmirth. I see Hujj has been twisting you around his talons! Don't worry I fed him a whole rabbit as a treat. Not sure how he manages to eat all that and then fly around. What does a fat raven look like? If you want to say hello look in the upper floor of the stables. The ravens often sleep there. Remember to take treats. Danika keeps offcuts for them and crispy skin from pork roasts when she does it.
The inn does have a bath house, it's around the back fed from a hot spring, not that you smell but you are still dusty from your travels today, you can have your clothes laundered as well.
Illmirth grins from ear to ear when he learns that soon he, and his clothes, will be clean. "Well then, say no more. I will return shortly and bearing far less grime I should hope."
The bard excused himself, grabbed a clean outfit, and moved with haste to the bathhouse. The slim drow wasted no time with amenities, he got clean and got out, dropping his dirty clothes off for laundering. In very short order he returned to the common room a new man. He rejoined the companions and Indira at the table, ready to share a meal and enjoy some conversation. He chatted casually, but sharpened his focus if anything new about hags came up.
His gaze occasionally drifted to Rictavio. He had come across several traveling entertaining types in his wanderings. He considered the name and tried to recall if he had ever come across it before.
***OoC: history for Rictavio: 4***
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
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Crisaryn Melkial
Crisaryn notes the brightly colored wagon as they pass by the stockyard. She can't help but wonder what it might be and how it would have ended up in that place. They are already past when she muses to the others, "Has anyone ever heard of Rictavio's Carnival of Wonders?" she asks. "Seems interesting."
The group proceeded on towards the inn and as they were greeted Alerya had already explained their need for stables. She took a moment to just examine the exterior of the place. It seemed nice enough for their night's rest at least. "We will need a meal as well. Hopefully something quick. And we'll be going first thing in the morning. Do you offer any breakfast before dawn?" she asks Danika.
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
Danika
Are you here to join Rictavio at the festival? It starts in 2 days. I'll hold your rooms until the day after. Lodging for you and your horses, and two meals a day with wine. 5 silver pieces each. I'll have one of the stableboys sleep near your wagon to protect it. Not that the city has any thieves that I know of, but I don't know some of the strangers wandering about these days.
Ismark came forward, I'll pay for the group, it's the least I can do they guarded our travel. He leaned past Illmirth and dropped some gold pieces into Danikas hand. She tucked the coins away into her purse then shook hands with Ismark. Deal! You'll each have your own room, 4 days.
She listened to Crisaryns plea for an early morning rise. If you leave after cock crow for your business, they'll be fresh bread, eggs and cold ham along with oat porridge. Might as well eat the gates will be shut until sunrise. There is a Temple of the Morning Lord here, Father Lucian holds morning and evening services. Peter take the horses into the stable, give them a warm mash.
With that she gestures at the companions and invites them in
Damp cloaks hang from pegs in the entrance portico. The tavern is packed with tables and chairs, with narrow paths meandering between them. A bar stretches along one wall, under a balcony that can be reached by a wooden staircase that hugs the north wall. Another balcony overhangs an entrance to the east. All the windows are fitted with thick shutters and crossbars. Lanterns hanging above the bar and resting on the tables bathe the room in dull orange light and cast shadows upon the walls, most of which are adorned with wolf heads mounted on wooden plaques.
Vaelar
Vaelar stays toward the back of the group of companions as they move into the tavern: His pale eyes survey the inn's patrons, looking to see if anyone pays them particular mind.
"Has anyone fought hags before?" he asks the others as they look for a table.
DM
A dark haired woman sits in a shadowy corner eating beet soup. Which type? I took out a Nighthag once, it was a close thing. You thinking of taking on one?
Overhearing the conversation a half elf, stands up. Here, you have come to join in my tales. I am the Marvelous Rictavio, storyteller and illusionist extrodinaire, tell me would you join the carnival? Have time for a story to cheer the hearts of all here. I once fought a coven, it must have been some gods intervention but I survived to tell the tale.
Lorelei Dawnwarden
The young blonde priestess had come along in silence, pondering what the white stag had shared. She was somewhat relieved to reach the town of Vallaki and the relative safety of the inn. They would need to be well rested and prepared if they hoped to defeat a whole coven of hags. She hadn't faced one herself but her mentor had told her much about the evil they did and how grusome it could be to bring them into the light of the Morninglord.
"Um, yes, well in fact we're planning to fight a whole coven tomorrow." Loelei shares with the dark-haired woman, then gving the halfe-lf a surprised expression. There certainly seemed to be no lack of heroes in these lands. "Perhaps you both could share some about what you know about hags, we could probably use all the help we can get."
Illmirth
Illmirth pats Ismark on the shoulder. "Your generosity is most kind and appreciated. It has been an honor to travel with you and make your friendship."
Vaelar seemed to know more of the hags than he, so the bard turned his attention to the half elf. He gave the man a good looking over, a performer sizing up another performer if you will. "Illmirth Vae'Drynn, it pleases me to see another committed to bringing joy into this troubled land. When we are settled in and relieved of the burdon of our gear I should very much like to hear your tale."
***OoC: insight for motive: 23 (nat 20)***
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Crisaryn Melkial
Crisaryn thanks Ismark for his kindness in paying for their rooms. "Four days. I guess we will return here after our business tomorrow. And maybe we will still have to time to catch some of this festival." She grins slightly. "It feels like there has been a festival though almost every day we have been in this land."
When the dark-haired woman spoke up about having faced a hag before, she follows Lorelei over to where she sits. "Indeed, we would welcome whatever help you might have in our fight against the hags. Do they have weaknesses we should exploit? Any way to help counter their curses and such?" She then pauses a moment, "I am Crisaryn by the way. We are very fortunate to have met you."
She can't help but catch the name 'Rictavio' when the half-elf introduces himself. She gives the black-haired a woman an apologetic look. "Excuse me just a second." She then glances over to half-elf a moment before her attention goes back to the woman. "So that is the Rictavio of Rictavio's Carnival of Wonders? I saw the brightly colored wagon when we came into town."
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
Alerya
Alerys takes in the atmosphere and is very thankful for the free room and board for a few days. Sleeping in a real bed would be nice after days of road travel, not to mention real food instead of camp food.
She had never even seen a hag before. Her ears perk up when discussing how to deal with them comes up. The long haired woman looks like she knows what end of a sword to swing so getting her to help the group seems like a great idea.
"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
DM
Lorelei, Crisaryn, and Alerya make their way to the dark haired womans table.
Well met, I'm Indira, Hujj told me to expect you, especially the one name Illmirth the Bard. What hags have caused you problems? I'd guess the hags from the Bonegrinder mill. Quite powerful night hags and their dream pies. They are banned here in the city and the strange disappearance of children has almost stopped.
There are quite a few hexbloods and hags that deal with the apothecary, the ones who aren't evil that is. She paused to eat some soup So, fighting nighthags, especially a coven, make sure that you have someone who can cast silence and protection from evil and good. You'll need a healer. Decide on a hag and keep hitting her until she dies, you must break the coven at all costs or you'll not see tomorrow night. Weaknesses? Look for the hags eye, and fight in daylight only. That way they can't caste their nightmare haunting. Steal their heartstone necklace and soul bag or destroy them.
DM
Illmirth insight
Like all fairground bards, Rictavio could spin lies like the best, it's all entertainment! Illmirth knows that he should take anything Rictavio says as a story rather than truth. He wonders what has happened to the rest of the carnival.
Rictavio pounds illmirths back, go put your saddlebags and bedrolls away. Then come back and exchange tales of hags. I'm sure the locals will enjoy it. Get something to eat, you look hungry.
DM
Danika appears with a tray full of beet soup and approaches the companions. Here this will fill your belly until the spatchcock chickens are ready, she says. Do any of you prefer something else? We have newly made bloodsausage which is very popular.
Illmirth we were told that you were coming by Hujj. Relax and eat.
Illmirth
The bard stops in his tracks when he hears the name of the dark haired woman. "My lady, I am obligated to inform you that your feathered friend is an axcellent helper, and deserves many treats." Illmirth fought to keep a straight face as he finished saying the words he promised to deliver, ending the message with a laugh. "If you knew we were coming then your little friend did his duty well. I am illmirth, bard and friend of Ravenkind."
Illmirth showed his gear, pausing a moment to freshen up from the road. When the dirt was at least mostly gone and his light gray hair no longer resembled the nest of a large bird, he rejoined the team and Indria. He was always ready to try the house specialties, so he gratefully tried the beet soup. He enjoyed the deep, rich color of the soup more then the flavor, but he smiled politely and finished his bowl.
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
DM
Indira laughed and nearly spat her soup at Illmirth. I see Hujj has been twisting you around his talons! Don't worry I fed him a whole rabbit as a treat. Not sure how he manages to eat all that and then fly around. What does a fat raven look like? If you want to say hello look in the upper floor of the stables. The ravens often sleep there. Remember to take treats. Danika keeps offcuts for them and crispy skin from pork roasts when she does it.
The inn does have a bath house, it's around the back fed from a hot spring, not that you smell but you are still dusty from your travels today, you can have your clothes laundered as well.
Illmirth
Illmirth grins from ear to ear when he learns that soon he, and his clothes, will be clean. "Well then, say no more. I will return shortly and bearing far less grime I should hope."
The bard excused himself, grabbed a clean outfit, and moved with haste to the bathhouse. The slim drow wasted no time with amenities, he got clean and got out, dropping his dirty clothes off for laundering. In very short order he returned to the common room a new man. He rejoined the companions and Indira at the table, ready to share a meal and enjoy some conversation. He chatted casually, but sharpened his focus if anything new about hags came up.
His gaze occasionally drifted to Rictavio. He had come across several traveling entertaining types in his wanderings. He considered the name and tried to recall if he had ever come across it before.
***OoC: history for Rictavio: 4***
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond