Sweat rolling down his face, but smile as big as ever, Illmirth dances his way to the small fire before finding a seat. He filled his goblet again and leaned back against the wheel of a wagon. The music and uninhibited style of the Vistani were more intoxicating to him than the wine he sipped. After a few moments, he pulled his gaze away from the festivities and refocused on the small companies impending trip to Barovia.
"Well, your people certainly do know how to host guests!" he says with a grin. "Can you offer any further information that would help us to prepare? I don't mind improvising, mind you, but it seems as if this matter will require more than a 'wing it' mentality. Besides our newly silvered blades, should we stock up on any specific supplies?"
Silver is good for lycanthropes, but you will face more than that. The undead travel fast in Barovia and there are many of them. Essence of garlic may help with some, the others just need decapitation.
Madam Eva will help you more than I, she is the first Vistani. He says with awe in his words. Make sure that you have all your packs come dawn, we will be leaving during the rise of the mists.
The word snaps the old man back from the throes of sleep like a dagger to his chest. That's right, the dead walk. His initial mission is far and away, but his duty is ever prevalent. The dead walk, and as a believer of the tenuous line between life and death, it's his to maintain. He hopes there is a priest in the village. Regardless of faith, holy water is holy water. And he is down to his final bottle.
Vaelar grimaces at the mention of the undead. Giles creatures that walk the earth long after they should have met their end. Monster that must be put down. And he was closer to them than the living people he sat with at the table.
"I will be ready at first light," he says with a nod.
Crisaryn listens as Lorelei speaks of her cloistered life and subsequent travels. She gives the young woman a skeptical look as she imagined her missing mentor getting the same invitation they all had. "Perhaps," is all she says in response.
At the mention of her golden scales, she tenses up a bit. Pulling at collar of her cloak a moment, she quietly says, "Yes, it would seem I might have dragon blood, and it has given me various abilities." She adds no more.
When Stanamir suggests they have their packs ready at dawn she starts to stand. "Sounds like it's time to sleep. Is there somewhere we can rest?"
"I think that they made up rooms for us at the inn. With all the excitement, I'm not sure I even gave them a silver!"
As things began to wind down, Illmirth surveyed the folks he would be traveling with. A fine group indeed, he thought to himself. To his thinking they all seemed capable in their own way, and their unique talents would mesh well together. If only he could get them to loosen up! The road is long, he would have plenty of time to introduce them to his brand of fun. Heck, he just may make a dancer out of one or two of them! The always upbeat bard almost laughed at the thought, perhaps he wouldn't hold his breath just yet.
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
"Ah yes. I suppose we'd best get back there. We'll have to be up early to meet back here by dawn. We should go." Crisaryn does wait for the others, but if indeed they are going back to the inn she would want to go right away to get some sleep.
It's time for some sleep, and you all need to collect your things from the inn. We'll sort out a wagon for you to journey on. Sleep well and may you have good dreams. As he rises from the ground the music reaches a grand finale, the musicians and dancers pat each other on the shoulder and take a last swig of wine.
The young lathanderite with the blonde braided hair follows along back to the inn in defeated silence. How she missed her mentor now, to have someone to speak to.
The old paladin rises, joints cracking and muscles burning. All the powers in the world couldn't stop the pain of age. Allay it, slow it indefinitely, sure. But stop it? Nay. A few stretches, however, and he's at least fit for travel once more. His legs are screaming by the time he's returned with the others to the path into town.
At least his twilit rites are easy on his body. His old aching feet will soon have some much needed respite. Blessed be.
Illmirth thanks the Vistani for their hospitality and compliments their artful use of music and dance. When the fire burns low, he walks to the inn silently, pondering the events of the day and looking forward to his next grand adventure.
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
The celebration at the Inn was winding down, the townsfolk had taken the women and men away for the night finding soft beds for each of them. The children were put to bed in the inns only suite, tucked in and sharing a bed. The elderly lady with the frying pan was watching over them.
The harpers were still sitting at the bar sipping ale, they too had a bed for the night.
Jahiera approached Murdock and Lorelei and said Good Night, Paladin, Cleric. If you go to Barovia with the Vistani you'll need some holy water. I'd suggest the Temple here. Father Tobias rises early so he can greet the dawn with the litany of Lathander. People who enter the mists rarely leave it, keep your eyes peeled and your swords close.
"Thank you Jaheira, we will do that."The young lathanderite with the blonde braided hair says with a warm smile to the brave Harper, briefly taking her hands in gratitude, glancing up at the old paladin beside her for affirmation. She would bid the others good night and go to her room, assuming it is still available, to rest and recover after the evening's harrowing experiences.
As she notes the two Lathander devotees being approached by Jahheira, Crisaryn simply slips off to her room. She quickly settles into her bed, planning to arise well before sunrise.
Unless there is some thing else going on that demands his attention, Illmirth gives Simon a silver for the room and a few more to tip their fine service, and heads to his room.
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Finally the night is silent everyone seeking a bed has done so. Their dreams were deep and restful.
At 6 bells Father Tobias woke up and readied the Temple for the dawn rising ceremony of Lathander the Morning Lord. He half expected guests as his fellow devotees often came to the Temple before going to their work in the fields. He put two bandoliers of small bottles of holy water to one side. His fellows were going into the mist. It was the least that he could do. Each bandolier held 6 small bottles .
Waking up at the inn, the young lathanderite with the blonde braided hair washes up, gets dressed and eats a simple breakfast, waiting for the old paladin to join her if he so wished before heading over to the local Lathander temple in Daggerford. "Greetings of the Morninglord, you must be Father Tobias." She says with a respectful bow. "I am Lorelei Dawnwarden and are with a group that has had an invitation to a place beyond the fog called Barovia. We expect to face the restless dead on our path and seek any help you can offer." She says with a warm smile to the priest.
Illmirth spent several hours in his room writing down musical notes and descriptions of the Vistani's unique style of music and dance. He was pleased that they would be traveling companions tomorrow, he hoped to learn more of their history and culture. When he was satisfied with his handle of the new music, Illmirth eased into a comfortable position and began the ritual of relaxation through meditation that would bring him rest in just a few short hours.
He had timed his trance to perfection. His sensitive eyes could see the faint glow of the soon to be rising sun several minutes before many who have always lived on the surface. He carefully stored his travel clothes, tucked safely away with his new outfit in the distinct style of the Vistani. He took a moment to make sure his attire was presentable, hair in order, and that his gear was ready to go.
Illmirth joined his new traveling companions for breakfast. After thanking Simon for his hospitality he left a silver piece on the table and walked to the Vistani camp.
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“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Vaelar rose with the sun and spent the earliest hours of the morning preparing himself for the day ahead, paying most attention to his swords, bow and armour after the battle the night before. His weapons were no masterpieces, but he had kept them well.
Afterwards he joins his companions in the inn for breakfast. He does not go to the temple. He has no right to walk in the light of such a place. He belongs in the shadows where he can hunt those like him. Instead he will finally meet everyone at the Vistani camp.
Up early, Crisaryn grabbed just a tiny bite to eat and was out of the inn. Her path took her directly to where they'd left the Vistani the previous night. She waited for the others to arrive, glancing about to see what was going on in the camp.
Illmirth
Sweat rolling down his face, but smile as big as ever, Illmirth dances his way to the small fire before finding a seat. He filled his goblet again and leaned back against the wheel of a wagon. The music and uninhibited style of the Vistani were more intoxicating to him than the wine he sipped. After a few moments, he pulled his gaze away from the festivities and refocused on the small companies impending trip to Barovia.
"Well, your people certainly do know how to host guests!" he says with a grin. "Can you offer any further information that would help us to prepare? I don't mind improvising, mind you, but it seems as if this matter will require more than a 'wing it' mentality. Besides our newly silvered blades, should we stock up on any specific supplies?"
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
DM
Stanimir
Silver is good for lycanthropes, but you will face more than that. The undead travel fast in Barovia and there are many of them. Essence of garlic may help with some, the others just need decapitation.
Madam Eva will help you more than I, she is the first Vistani. He says with awe in his words. Make sure that you have all your packs come dawn, we will be leaving during the rise of the mists.
Murdock
Undead
The word snaps the old man back from the throes of sleep like a dagger to his chest. That's right, the dead walk. His initial mission is far and away, but his duty is ever prevalent. The dead walk, and as a believer of the tenuous line between life and death, it's his to maintain. He hopes there is a priest in the village. Regardless of faith, holy water is holy water. And he is down to his final bottle.
Vaelar
Vaelar grimaces at the mention of the undead. Giles creatures that walk the earth long after they should have met their end. Monster that must be put down. And he was closer to them than the living people he sat with at the table.
"I will be ready at first light," he says with a nod.
"How far is the journey?"
Crisaryn Melkial
Crisaryn listens as Lorelei speaks of her cloistered life and subsequent travels. She gives the young woman a skeptical look as she imagined her missing mentor getting the same invitation they all had. "Perhaps," is all she says in response.
At the mention of her golden scales, she tenses up a bit. Pulling at collar of her cloak a moment, she quietly says, "Yes, it would seem I might have dragon blood, and it has given me various abilities." She adds no more.
When Stanamir suggests they have their packs ready at dawn she starts to stand. "Sounds like it's time to sleep. Is there somewhere we can rest?"
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 || Satina Cindermark, Fighter || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Illmirth
"I think that they made up rooms for us at the inn. With all the excitement, I'm not sure I even gave them a silver!"
As things began to wind down, Illmirth surveyed the folks he would be traveling with. A fine group indeed, he thought to himself. To his thinking they all seemed capable in their own way, and their unique talents would mesh well together. If only he could get them to loosen up! The road is long, he would have plenty of time to introduce them to his brand of fun. Heck, he just may make a dancer out of one or two of them! The always upbeat bard almost laughed at the thought, perhaps he wouldn't hold his breath just yet.
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Crisaryn Melkial
"Ah yes. I suppose we'd best get back there. We'll have to be up early to meet back here by dawn. We should go." Crisaryn does wait for the others, but if indeed they are going back to the inn she would want to go right away to get some sleep.
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 || Satina Cindermark, Fighter || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
DM
Stanimir
It's time for some sleep, and you all need to collect your things from the inn. We'll sort out a wagon for you to journey on. Sleep well and may you have good dreams. As he rises from the ground the music reaches a grand finale, the musicians and dancers pat each other on the shoulder and take a last swig of wine.
Lorelei Dawnwarden
The young lathanderite with the blonde braided hair follows along back to the inn in defeated silence. How she missed her mentor now, to have someone to speak to.
Murdock
The old paladin rises, joints cracking and muscles burning. All the powers in the world couldn't stop the pain of age. Allay it, slow it indefinitely, sure. But stop it? Nay. A few stretches, however, and he's at least fit for travel once more. His legs are screaming by the time he's returned with the others to the path into town.
At least his twilit rites are easy on his body. His old aching feet will soon have some much needed respite. Blessed be.
Illmirth
Illmirth thanks the Vistani for their hospitality and compliments their artful use of music and dance. When the fire burns low, he walks to the inn silently, pondering the events of the day and looking forward to his next grand adventure.
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
DM
The celebration at the Inn was winding down, the townsfolk had taken the women and men away for the night finding soft beds for each of them. The children were put to bed in the inns only suite, tucked in and sharing a bed. The elderly lady with the frying pan was watching over them.
The harpers were still sitting at the bar sipping ale, they too had a bed for the night.
Jahiera approached Murdock and Lorelei and said Good Night, Paladin, Cleric. If you go to Barovia with the Vistani you'll need some holy water. I'd suggest the Temple here. Father Tobias rises early so he can greet the dawn with the litany of Lathander. People who enter the mists rarely leave it, keep your eyes peeled and your swords close.
Lorelei Dawnwarden
"Thank you Jaheira, we will do that." The young lathanderite with the blonde braided hair says with a warm smile to the brave Harper, briefly taking her hands in gratitude, glancing up at the old paladin beside her for affirmation. She would bid the others good night and go to her room, assuming it is still available, to rest and recover after the evening's harrowing experiences.
Crisaryn Melkial
As she notes the two Lathander devotees being approached by Jahheira, Crisaryn simply slips off to her room. She quickly settles into her bed, planning to arise well before sunrise.
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 || Satina Cindermark, Fighter || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Illmirth
Unless there is some thing else going on that demands his attention, Illmirth gives Simon a silver for the room and a few more to tip their fine service, and heads to his room.
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
DM
Finally the night is silent everyone seeking a bed has done so. Their dreams were deep and restful.
At 6 bells Father Tobias woke up and readied the Temple for the dawn rising ceremony of Lathander the Morning Lord. He half expected guests as his fellow devotees often came to the Temple before going to their work in the fields. He put two bandoliers of small bottles of holy water to one side. His fellows were going into the mist. It was the least that he could do. Each bandolier held 6 small bottles .
Lorelei Dawnwarden
Waking up at the inn, the young lathanderite with the blonde braided hair washes up, gets dressed and eats a simple breakfast, waiting for the old paladin to join her if he so wished before heading over to the local Lathander temple in Daggerford. "Greetings of the Morninglord, you must be Father Tobias." She says with a respectful bow. "I am Lorelei Dawnwarden and are with a group that has had an invitation to a place beyond the fog called Barovia. We expect to face the restless dead on our path and seek any help you can offer." She says with a warm smile to the priest.
Illmirth
Illmirth spent several hours in his room writing down musical notes and descriptions of the Vistani's unique style of music and dance. He was pleased that they would be traveling companions tomorrow, he hoped to learn more of their history and culture. When he was satisfied with his handle of the new music, Illmirth eased into a comfortable position and began the ritual of relaxation through meditation that would bring him rest in just a few short hours.
He had timed his trance to perfection. His sensitive eyes could see the faint glow of the soon to be rising sun several minutes before many who have always lived on the surface. He carefully stored his travel clothes, tucked safely away with his new outfit in the distinct style of the Vistani. He took a moment to make sure his attire was presentable, hair in order, and that his gear was ready to go.
Illmirth joined his new traveling companions for breakfast. After thanking Simon for his hospitality he left a silver piece on the table and walked to the Vistani camp.
“Let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.” — Elrond
Vaelar
Vaelar rose with the sun and spent the earliest hours of the morning preparing himself for the day ahead, paying most attention to his swords, bow and armour after the battle the night before. His weapons were no masterpieces, but he had kept them well.
Afterwards he joins his companions in the inn for breakfast. He does not go to the temple. He has no right to walk in the light of such a place. He belongs in the shadows where he can hunt those like him. Instead he will finally meet everyone at the Vistani camp.
Crisaryn Melkial
Up early, Crisaryn grabbed just a tiny bite to eat and was out of the inn. Her path took her directly to where they'd left the Vistani the previous night. She waited for the others to arrive, glancing about to see what was going on in the camp.
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 || Satina Cindermark, Fighter || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer