Vaelar lowered himself into the seat vacated by one of the sisters, his attention on Sorvia who seemed open to entertaining his questions. Still, there was a pause before he ventured his next query.
"I was told that there are dhampir among the Vistani and that Madam Eva would know about them. Do you know what Madam Eva thinks of the dhampir?"
Our Dhampir are from a union between Vampyr and Human, they are as wanted by the clans as any other children. They are trained to hunt the undead, true hunters as I said. You should talk to Madam Eva, she approves of them. With Dimitri murdered by a Vampyr, the hunters will be loose to restore order.
"They are born..?" the dhampir says quietly, mostly to himself.
"I am like them, but not the same. Though I would like to meet them. Learn to hunt like them."
He lowers his voice and leans in closer to Sorvia. "Please do not mention this to my companions. They do not yet know and some of them are very... pious. They may not understand until we speak with Madam Eva."
Many questions raced through his mind, but they would have to wait until they found the Vistani camp.
"Thank you,"he says to the sisters before rising and returning to his companions.
Sorvia and her sisters looked on sadly as the young ranger turned away. So it had been a traumatic experience for him. Talking to other Dhampir should change his life for the better. Save your questions for your new kin amongst the Vistani and remember that Madam Eva has expressed her wish to meet you all.
Did you hear what bell it was? Soon after six I think. He paused and studied his jug of wine, by his judgement there was just a goblet left. A toast to Kolyan one and all, may he sleep in peace.
The men at the other tables raised their goblets and murmured.
Regardless of the villages poverty, the Tavern slowly filled up with black clothed men. Each ordered just a goblet of wine and took to the tables to listen to the Bard. A small ray of sunshine to them on a dark day such as this. They do not socialise with the party.
Illmirth finished the song and bowed gracefully to the crowd. Finding an empty seat and a full goblet, he rejoined the group. The filling tavern raised his spirits tremendously, taking his mind off his past and its recent, unwanted intrusion. He began thinking of another song, one to lift the spirits and bring joy.
"We did give the letters to Ireena to examine, they most likely remain with her."
Crisaryn acknowledges Illmirth's statement about the letters. "Perhaps then Ireena can share the letters when we get back. It's curious you didn't know about them."
She finds a seat and continues to listen to the bard's music. Slowly sipping at her wine, she joins in Ismark's toast to Kolyan. Shortly after she comments, "With evening coming should we perhaps be headed back?"
Illmirth says, "Perhaps one more, to lift the spirits in the darkening night.". Illmirth again waits until the group is prepared to depart before trying to bring a ray of light into the lives of patrons.
When the time comes he sets a soft, slow melody with his lute. He plays and sings, working his way around the room. This time he weaves in illusionary magic for a visual effect.
There is a house in misty lands, they call Barovia. And its been the ruin of many poor boy, gods help me not be one.
My mother was a tailor, she sewed for kings and queens. My father was a holy man, lost in the misty lands.
And the only thing the pious needs, is hope and love luck.
And when their gods are satisfied, their fates no longer stuck... Their fates no longer stuck.
Oh, mothers tell your children, go seek your joy and fun.
Don't spend your lives in misery, in the house of the rising sun.
As the song winds down he conjures an illusion of the sun in the window, shining brightly as he sings the last word.
Tucking his lute away and taking a long drink from his wine, he rejoins the group. Although not his best work, he felt much more himself after doing what he loves. "Well then, shall we hear the tidings of Madam Eva, or save that for the morning? We were warned to beware traveling at night, and, as Crisaryn said, the sun is quite low at present."
The young blonde priestess listens to Ismark and joins in the toast to Kolyan. "Yes, the visit to the church can wait til morning, we should get back to Ireena, she must be worried by now." She says with a soft tone, finishing her wine, ready to head back to the Burgomeister's home. "How far is the camp where we can find Madame Eva?" She asks the Vistani sisters with a friendly smile as she gets up to leave.
It is half a days journey by horse to Madam Eva, a day if walked. Alenka says.
Ismark stood up and downed the wine in his goblet. remove the head this evening and we can seal the coffin for sin eating tonight. Leave the rest of your wine tab until next time, 1 GP is a lot to drink. Let's go and make sure that Ireena is safe. It would be best to go back in a group. I take it that Ireena offered you a bed for the night?
There was a time that I'd have said the village was safe, but these accursed attacks on our house have changed my mind. We've had Vampyr spawn and wolves clawing at the doors. It has only been the death of the Burgomeister that these attentions have stopped. The rest of the village seems unharmed. Leaving with Vaelar.
The party makes its way through the streets of Barovia, it seems so silent, not even a dog was barking. There were no street lights and the shutters were all closed against the night. Twilight and raining you are happy that the house is not far away.
On the breeze you can hear a woman crying. A moaning sob floats through the still, gray streets, coloring your thoughts with sadness. The sounds flow from a dark, two-story townhouse.
Ismark says That is Mad Mary, her daughter ran away and she can't find her. The trail is cold and even our hunters can not find the child.
You reach the house just as twilight ends, the moon your only light.
Ireena has every room alight with candlelight, its flicker making you feel protected by light
As you walk into the house you can smell a delicious scent. Dinner was being kept warm and the smell made you hungry.
Ireena says, So have you decided to cut off his head or shall I do it with your sword Ismark, the sin eating ends tonight and I'll not let him rise if I can help it. she looks past him at the party, will you help us?
"Perhaps this is not the time, but I feel I should at least go and try to comfort her." The young priestess with the blonde braided hair says quietly to Ismark. "I can't imagine what she is going through, and maybe the disappearence of her daughter is somehow connected to the other things happening in your village."
Your words would no doubt comfort her. We think she has been driven to madness. She is lucid in the daytime but distraught at night. Also she takes a toy everywhere with her talking to it just as though it was her daughter Gertruda.
"I will help you in any way I can."The young priestess with the blonde braided hair says with a warm reassuring smile, using her granted divine powers to let the light of the Morninglord shine through the house and upon the corpse of the Burgomeister. She would wait for others better suited than her to take off the head but she would stay vigilant and pray to Lathander for his blessing upon the body of the old man.
With a look of grim determination, Vaelar steps forward and draws his shortsword.
"I will do it if you prefer."
The ranger has no qualms with dealing with the corpse. He is not a sentimental man and a corpse is just that; the soul, if such a thing exists, has left it. He will do what must be done to prevent the Burgomeister from rising.
Vaelar
Vaelar lowered himself into the seat vacated by one of the sisters, his attention on Sorvia who seemed open to entertaining his questions. Still, there was a pause before he ventured his next query.
"I was told that there are dhampir among the Vistani and that Madam Eva would know about them. Do you know what Madam Eva thinks of the dhampir?"
DM
Sorvia
Our Dhampir are from a union between Vampyr and Human, they are as wanted by the clans as any other children. They are trained to hunt the undead, true hunters as I said. You should talk to Madam Eva, she approves of them. With Dimitri murdered by a Vampyr, the hunters will be loose to restore order.
Vaelar
A union between vampyre and human.
"They are born..?" the dhampir says quietly, mostly to himself.
"I am like them, but not the same. Though I would like to meet them. Learn to hunt like them."
He lowers his voice and leans in closer to Sorvia. "Please do not mention this to my companions. They do not yet know and some of them are very... pious. They may not understand until we speak with Madam Eva."
Many questions raced through his mind, but they would have to wait until they found the Vistani camp.
"Thank you," he says to the sisters before rising and returning to his companions.
DM
Sorvia and her sisters looked on sadly as the young ranger turned away. So it had been a traumatic experience for him. Talking to other Dhampir should change his life for the better. Save your questions for your new kin amongst the Vistani and remember that Madam Eva has expressed her wish to meet you all.
DM
Ismark
Did you hear what bell it was? Soon after six I think. He paused and studied his jug of wine, by his judgement there was just a goblet left. A toast to Kolyan one and all, may he sleep in peace.
The men at the other tables raised their goblets and murmured.
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The Tavern
Regardless of the villages poverty, the Tavern slowly filled up with black clothed men. Each ordered just a goblet of wine and took to the tables to listen to the Bard. A small ray of sunshine to them on a dark day such as this. They do not socialise with the party.
Illmirth
Illmirth finished the song and bowed gracefully to the crowd. Finding an empty seat and a full goblet, he rejoined the group. The filling tavern raised his spirits tremendously, taking his mind off his past and its recent, unwanted intrusion. He began thinking of another song, one to lift the spirits and bring joy.
"We did give the letters to Ireena to examine, they most likely remain with her."
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Crisaryn Melkial
Crisaryn acknowledges Illmirth's statement about the letters. "Perhaps then Ireena can share the letters when we get back. It's curious you didn't know about them."
She finds a seat and continues to listen to the bard's music. Slowly sipping at her wine, she joins in Ismark's toast to Kolyan. Shortly after she comments, "With evening coming should we perhaps be headed back?"
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 says, "Perhaps one more, to lift the spirits in the darkening night.". Illmirth again waits until the group is prepared to depart before trying to bring a ray of light into the lives of patrons.
When the time comes he sets a soft, slow melody with his lute. He plays and sings, working his way around the room. This time he weaves in illusionary magic for a visual effect.
There is a house in misty lands, they call Barovia. And its been the ruin of many poor boy, gods help me not be one.
My mother was a tailor, she sewed for kings and queens. My father was a holy man, lost in the misty lands.
And the only thing the pious needs, is hope and love luck.
And when their gods are satisfied, their fates no longer stuck... Their fates no longer stuck.
Oh, mothers tell your children, go seek your joy and fun.
Don't spend your lives in misery, in the house of the rising sun.
As the song winds down he conjures an illusion of the sun in the window, shining brightly as he sings the last word.
Tucking his lute away and taking a long drink from his wine, he rejoins the group. Although not his best work, he felt much more himself after doing what he loves. "Well then, shall we hear the tidings of Madam Eva, or save that for the morning? We were warned to beware traveling at night, and, as Crisaryn said, the sun is quite low at present."
***OoC: performance 14***
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Crisaryn Melkial
"I would wait to morning," Crisaryn again says. "Maybe both a visit to Madam Eva and to the church that we keep hearing about."
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 listens to Ismark and joins in the toast to Kolyan. "Yes, the visit to the church can wait til morning, we should get back to Ireena, she must be worried by now." She says with a soft tone, finishing her wine, ready to head back to the Burgomeister's home. "How far is the camp where we can find Madame Eva?" She asks the Vistani sisters with a friendly smile as she gets up to leave.
DM
It is half a days journey by horse to Madam Eva, a day if walked. Alenka says.
Ismark stood up and downed the wine in his goblet. remove the head this evening and we can seal the coffin for sin eating tonight. Leave the rest of your wine tab until next time, 1 GP is a lot to drink. Let's go and make sure that Ireena is safe. It would be best to go back in a group. I take it that Ireena offered you a bed for the night?
Vaelar
"She did," Vaelar confirms with a nod, standing to leave.
"How safe are the village streets at night?"
DM
Ismark
There was a time that I'd have said the village was safe, but these accursed attacks on our house have changed my mind. We've had Vampyr spawn and wolves clawing at the doors. It has only been the death of the Burgomeister that these attentions have stopped. The rest of the village seems unharmed. Leaving with Vaelar.
DM
The party makes its way through the streets of Barovia, it seems so silent, not even a dog was barking. There were no street lights and the shutters were all closed against the night. Twilight and raining you are happy that the house is not far away.
On the breeze you can hear a woman crying. A moaning sob floats through the still, gray streets, coloring your thoughts with sadness. The sounds flow from a dark, two-story townhouse.
Ismark says That is Mad Mary, her daughter ran away and she can't find her. The trail is cold and even our hunters can not find the child.
DM
You reach the house just as twilight ends, the moon your only light.
Ireena has every room alight with candlelight, its flicker making you feel protected by light
As you walk into the house you can smell a delicious scent. Dinner was being kept warm and the smell made you hungry.
Ireena says, So have you decided to cut off his head or shall I do it with your sword Ismark, the sin eating ends tonight and I'll not let him rise if I can help it. she looks past him at the party, will you help us?
Lorelei Dawnwarden
"Perhaps this is not the time, but I feel I should at least go and try to comfort her." The young priestess with the blonde braided hair says quietly to Ismark. "I can't imagine what she is going through, and maybe the disappearence of her daughter is somehow connected to the other things happening in your village."
DM
Ismark to Lorelei
Your words would no doubt comfort her. We think she has been driven to madness. She is lucid in the daytime but distraught at night. Also she takes a toy everywhere with her talking to it just as though it was her daughter Gertruda.
Lorelei Dawnwarden
"I will help you in any way I can." The young priestess with the blonde braided hair says with a warm reassuring smile, using her granted divine powers to let the light of the Morninglord shine through the house and upon the corpse of the Burgomeister. She would wait for others better suited than her to take off the head but she would stay vigilant and pray to Lathander for his blessing upon the body of the old man.
Vaelar
With a look of grim determination, Vaelar steps forward and draws his shortsword.
"I will do it if you prefer."
The ranger has no qualms with dealing with the corpse. He is not a sentimental man and a corpse is just that; the soul, if such a thing exists, has left it. He will do what must be done to prevent the Burgomeister from rising.
DM
As Lorelei casts a blessing on the Burgomeisters body, you hear what seems to be a sigh from him and he now looks at peace.