Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont Lvl 3 | Human | Paladin/Oath of Vengeance
Putting away his sword, Alexander turns to Andres, "Andres, how about you play something to help calm these little ones."
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“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
Even though you both but away your weapons the two girls still run back into the windmill, one of the girls dropping her basket. "Mama! Mama!" they call.
Ireena rises from the cart, she unhooks her sword sheath from her belt and leaves it there, "I don't want them to be scared of me, I'll see if i can go in and calm them down." and she starts to make her way towards the windmill.
Vaalu raises her arms in the air and gives Ireena a look as if to ask 'Really? You too!'But by then, the other woman's back is already to her, ultimately resulting in the miniature giantess leaning back against the carriage with arms crossed beneath her chest, and an unabashed pout in view. Only if it looks as if Ismark might follow does she go out of her way to grab him, set him beside her, and give a firm, disapproving glare. "I wait. You wait." She would state pointedly.
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Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Drozo - [Hobgoblin]Cleric - Blood Domain (Call of the Netherdeep)
Ireena makes her way over to the windmill, the raven above the door continues to squawk at you all as she goes. She holds her hands up to you all as if to say, 'Hold on a moment'. And then she peeks in through the door.
Ireena makes her way back to the group, looking a little pale, "It's awful in there, filthy. I can't believe those children live here in this squalor."
Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont Lvl 3 | Human | Paladin/Oath of Vengeance
Alex sighs, he didn't think this would turn into a babysitting job. "Come, let's have them gather up their things and bring them with us."
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“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
"Well I don't like babysitting wee ones either but the more people we can help the more support we will have against Strahd is how I'm seeing it." Brom says walking back to the cart.
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Tarkin | Human | Fighter 1 -> Rise of the Rough Riders
Kuno| Half Elf male | Rogue 2 Wielding a Rapier, dagger and leather armor.
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“What did you see?” Andres asks Ireena while stepping inside to take a look for himself.
Perception - 12
He looks around . “Girls we are only here to help. Do you have parents around? Please come out to let us talk to you. At the very least we can dance and play music.” He holds out his horn and drum
Brom see's Ireena without the children "Bah I'm an idiot. I thought you already had the children. We need to get the wee ones outta there if its unhealthy for them and no parents around" Brom makes his way back up to the windmill.
(OOC:We should get the children.)
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Tarkin | Human | Fighter 1 -> Rise of the Rough Riders
Kuno| Half Elf male | Rogue 2 Wielding a Rapier, dagger and leather armor.
"I didn't see the girls, they must have run upstairs. I only saw the kitchen inside, it smelled terrible and there's food and litter all over the floor. Those poor girls must live here alone."
Faron, looking around the area you see only a misty field, with a thicker forest off in the distance. You can't see anything that looks dangerous.
Anders, the girls don't answer your questions or respond to your music.
Brom, peeking in the door you see that the ground floor has been converted into some kind of makeshift kitchen, but the room is filthy. Baskets and old dishware are piled everywhere. Adding to the clutter is a peddler’s cart, a chicken coop, a heavy wooden trunk, and a wooden cabinet with flowers painted on its doors. In addition to the clucking of all the chickens, you hear toads croaking somewhere in the back..
There is a sweet smell of pastries, but it blends horridly with a stench that burns your nostrils. The awful odor seems to come from an open, upright barrel in the center of the room.
The more she sees and probably just faintly catch from a distance, the more Vaalu's foot tapping in place becomes pronounced. She eventually gets so fed up with the situation that she looks to Ismark or the rough directional equivalent. "So, do you have any interesting stories about your home, Ismark? Or maybe about this next destination of yours?"She asks, sounding frustrated a little but nevertheless curious.
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Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Drozo - [Hobgoblin]Cleric - Blood Domain (Call of the Netherdeep)
Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont Lvl 3 | Human | Paladin/Oath of Vengeance
"It would seem that we need to go in there and get them. Who will volunteer to go in there with me?"
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“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
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Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont
Lvl 3 | Human | Paladin/Oath of Vengeance
Putting away his sword, Alexander turns to Andres, "Andres, how about you play something to help calm these little ones."
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
Even though you both but away your weapons the two girls still run back into the windmill, one of the girls dropping her basket. "Mama! Mama!" they call.
(Totally I though I posted but must’ve forgotten)
Pulling out his viol, Andres freezes at the sound of the girls screaming. Panicking and not knowing what to do. He just stutters and doesn’t move.
Brom
"I think we need the Lassies help with this one." Brom exclaims to the others.
Tarkin | Human | Fighter 1 -> Rise of the Rough Riders
Kuno| Half Elf male | Rogue 2 Wielding a Rapier, dagger and leather armor.
Ireena rises from the cart, she unhooks her sword sheath from her belt and leaves it there, "I don't want them to be scared of me, I'll see if i can go in and calm them down." and she starts to make her way towards the windmill.
Vaalu
Lvl 3|Goliath|Ranger/Hunter
Vaalu raises her arms in the air and gives Ireena a look as if to ask 'Really? You too!' But by then, the other woman's back is already to her, ultimately resulting in the miniature giantess leaning back against the carriage with arms crossed beneath her chest, and an unabashed pout in view. Only if it looks as if Ismark might follow does she go out of her way to grab him, set him beside her, and give a firm, disapproving glare. "I wait. You wait." She would state pointedly.
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Drozo - [Hobgoblin]Cleric - Blood Domain (Call of the Netherdeep)
Ireena makes her way over to the windmill, the raven above the door continues to squawk at you all as she goes. She holds her hands up to you all as if to say, 'Hold on a moment'. And then she peeks in through the door.
Ireena makes her way back to the group, looking a little pale, "It's awful in there, filthy. I can't believe those children live here in this squalor."
Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont
Lvl 3 | Human | Paladin/Oath of Vengeance
Alex sighs, he didn't think this would turn into a babysitting job. "Come, let's have them gather up their things and bring them with us."
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
Brom
"Well I don't like babysitting wee ones either but the more people we can help the more support we will have against Strahd is how I'm seeing it." Brom says walking back to the cart.
Tarkin | Human | Fighter 1 -> Rise of the Rough Riders
Kuno| Half Elf male | Rogue 2 Wielding a Rapier, dagger and leather armor.
**what are you guys doing?**
*are the kids inside the house or are they coming with us?*
**Nobody has spoken to them. They're inside. Ireena just poked her head in and saw the awful conditions**
“What did you see?” Andres asks Ireena while stepping inside to take a look for himself.
Perception - 12
He looks around . “Girls we are only here to help. Do you have parents around? Please come out to let us talk to you. At the very least we can dance and play music.” He holds out his horn and drum
Persuasion - 24
(Kicking myself for writing said self into another corner. Don't mind me. Though I will properly post going in after them tomorrow, I think.)
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Drozo - [Hobgoblin]Cleric - Blood Domain (Call of the Netherdeep)
Brom
Brom see's Ireena without the children "Bah I'm an idiot. I thought you already had the children. We need to get the wee ones outta there if its unhealthy for them and no parents around" Brom makes his way back up to the windmill.
(OOC:We should get the children.)
Tarkin | Human | Fighter 1 -> Rise of the Rough Riders
Kuno| Half Elf male | Rogue 2 Wielding a Rapier, dagger and leather armor.
Faron
"Let's get the Children. Then let's get on our way." Faron looks around the surrounding area, scanning for danger.
"I didn't see the girls, they must have run upstairs. I only saw the kitchen inside, it smelled terrible and there's food and litter all over the floor. Those poor girls must live here alone."
Faron, looking around the area you see only a misty field, with a thicker forest off in the distance. You can't see anything that looks dangerous.
Anders, the girls don't answer your questions or respond to your music.
Brom, peeking in the door you see that the ground floor has been converted into some kind of makeshift kitchen, but the room is filthy. Baskets and old dishware are piled everywhere. Adding to the clutter is a peddler’s cart, a chicken coop, a heavy wooden trunk, and a wooden cabinet with flowers painted on its doors. In addition to the clucking of all the chickens, you hear toads croaking somewhere in the back..
There is a sweet smell of pastries, but it blends horridly with a stench that burns your nostrils. The awful odor seems to come from an open, upright barrel in the center of the room.
Vaalu
Lvl 3|Goliath|Ranger/Hunter
The more she sees and probably just faintly catch from a distance, the more Vaalu's foot tapping in place becomes pronounced. She eventually gets so fed up with the situation that she looks to Ismark or the rough directional equivalent. "So, do you have any interesting stories about your home, Ismark? Or maybe about this next destination of yours?" She asks, sounding frustrated a little but nevertheless curious.
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Drozo - [Hobgoblin]Cleric - Blood Domain (Call of the Netherdeep)
Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont
Lvl 3 | Human | Paladin/Oath of Vengeance
"It would seem that we need to go in there and get them. Who will volunteer to go in there with me?"
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”