Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont Lvl 3 | Human | Paladin/Oath of Vengeance
Seeing that no one is coming forward, Alexander walks forward and speaks up, "It's a pleasure to see you Miss Eva. I hate to bring this up but you seem to have missed one of are group." Pointing out Nylin, "This ones name is Nylin, but let's get to the real issue. As you know that we were coming, I was hoping that you could give answers on what is going on. I think you would agree that it's strange to go to sleep somewhere and wake up in another."
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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.”
She leans forward a bit and sits up in her chair, "Ah, Nylin, sorry I didn't see you there." And she lets out another cackle. "Yes you must be curious about your new surroundings. Ever since Barovia has been shrouded in this strange mist, people sometimes will wander too close to the boundaries of this land and are drawn in." The smile fades a bit from her face, "The people live in fear and are unable to leave."
Vaalu is the last to enter. As the tent was probably not made for a person of her size, she keeps her head ducked low, and kinda looms over whoever is immediately before her. The fact that they were greeted by name was enough to actually put her back on guard, and forget all the early awkwardness. "Why is this, Great Seer Eva?"She asks, seeming to question Eva as much as she did the predicament they were all in. "I have not even heard of this place where we were. Though, not know much places -- Faron!" She looks sharply over to the elf. "You been places. You heard of this Barovia?"
"Can't say I do. Might still be a place we know, a region is often called diffirent in the local tongue. Maybe Anders knows something from old tales circling inside the bardic community."
Addressing Eva Faron intensely watches her expression for any reaction while he speaks. "Maybe you have heard of places like Evermeet, Kara-Tur, Mulhorand or Deepwater and could tell us where we are in relation to the ones you know?"
Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont Lvl 3 | Human | Paladin/Oath of Vengeance
Turning towards Andres, "Andres, in all of your time spent in the library. Did you ever come across the word Barovia in any context." Turning back towards Miss Eva, Alexander asks, "May I ask, what is it you wanted to see us about? Waking up on a strange place is one thing but to be expected is another. I can't help but feel like something is amiss in the mist. If there is a seat in front of Miss Eva, Alexander will sit in it and call Andres to his side.
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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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”sorry Alex, this is all foreign to me. I’ve havent read anything about this place.” He says quizzically looking around while scratching his head with the bow of his viol.
"Hehehe, amiss in the mist," she laughs to herself, "I like that."
She turns to Anders, "No you probably wouldn't find Barovia on any maps, unless they were very old. It's like he plucked it right out of the world somehow, wanted it all to himself I suppose. But I'm sorry children, we Vistani have always been able to come and go as we please, but other travelers who find themselves in Barovia never find thier way out."
Andres ears perk up shocked at what she just said “Wait, who plucked what out of the land? You’re saying someone took an entire country out of existence? Who is powerful enough to do that?”
Brom grows very uneasy by Miss Eva revelation "Aye I am not like'n what I'm hear'n. You say'n we got took while we slept and got dropped someplace that don't exist anymore and now we can't go back!" Brom is getting very anxious and he grips his sword handle until his knuckles turn white (OOC: Not in a threatening way but more like feeling something familiar to him) Brom sits on the floor with his back against the tent but he is still listening to Miss Eva.
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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.
"Please, sit a moment, I'll try to explain," and she motions to come to her table where there are enough chairs for all of you to sit. "My people are travelers, we don't stay in any one place for very long. Hundreds of years ago, during a time when this land was at war and still a part of the world, the Prince of this land was badly injured in a battle. My ancestors, the Vistani, they found him and rescued him, nursed him back to health. As thanks, the Prince declared that our people would always be free to come and go as we please from this land."
"Years later, the King was killed and the Prince waged a long and bloody war against his enemies, seeking vengeance. The war made him cold and arrogant. The Prince came to believe that only he was powerful enough to rule this land and made a pact with dark powers to keep it that way. He still to this day lets us come and go from this land as we please. But all others here are trapped. You can wander in that mist forever and never find your way out, I'm sorry."
Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont Lvl 3 | Human | Paladin/Oath of Vengeance
Hearing about possible dark pacts being made alarms Alexander. His paladin training taught him to be weary of powers gained through dark deals. Whatever was going on here was more then anything either of them could imagine. "Miss Eva, would you know the nature of these dark powers that this prince received? Nothing that would let him live this long and give him this kind of power could be good."
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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.”
"All I know about Strahd are things I've heard through stories, who knows how much is true. Some of the residents here and even some Vistani are loyal to him and see him as their King, others fear him and call him 'The Devil Strahd'.
Vaalu continues to stand. Even if Eva conveniently had a chair fit for her. She could never sit still while feeling so restless. And talk about not being about to leave as easily as they came certainly fell under that category. She growls a little and bears her teeth instinctively at the mention of dark pacts. "I mean no offense. But. Are you?"She narrows her eyes at Eva. "Are you loyal to this 'Devil'? Why else would you not leave this place and never return?"
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Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
"I am loyal to my tribe, and although some of my people are loyal to Strahd, I would much rather see him and this land freed from whatever curse they are under. As for why we continue to return here... my people are craftsman, and traders, and artists. We come here to attempt to bring some small amount of aid and hope to these poor people. Because if we didn't, nobody else would, or could.
"Hmm, how to break the curse you say," she looks slightly amused, "i wouldn't know, and you're not the first to ask."
She pauses for a moment, and gets a bit more serious"But you all seem like capable folks and I sense something special about you, perhaps I can help you. Someone pass me that bag over there," and she points to a small silk bag with a drawstring sitting on shelf.
Vaalu raises a brow at Eva. But nevertheless, she shrugs and complies to the request. Although not without trying to feel out its contents along the way, what with curiosity getting the better of the goliath. "You are not wrong, Seer. Though the others might not think so. Hiatae has brought us here. As slaying this 'devil' make for a fantastic hunt."She gives a feral and eager grin.
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Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
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Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont
Lvl 3 | Human | Paladin/Oath of Vengeance
Seeing that no one is coming forward, Alexander walks forward and speaks up, "It's a pleasure to see you Miss Eva. I hate to bring this up but you seem to have missed one of are group." Pointing out Nylin, "This ones name is Nylin, but let's get to the real issue. As you know that we were coming, I was hoping that you could give answers on what is going on. I think you would agree that it's strange to go to sleep somewhere and wake up in another."
“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.”
She leans forward a bit and sits up in her chair, "Ah, Nylin, sorry I didn't see you there." And she lets out another cackle. "Yes you must be curious about your new surroundings. Ever since Barovia has been shrouded in this strange mist, people sometimes will wander too close to the boundaries of this land and are drawn in." The smile fades a bit from her face, "The people live in fear and are unable to leave."
Vaalu is the last to enter. As the tent was probably not made for a person of her size, she keeps her head ducked low, and kinda looms over whoever is immediately before her. The fact that they were greeted by name was enough to actually put her back on guard, and forget all the early awkwardness. "Why is this, Great Seer Eva?" She asks, seeming to question Eva as much as she did the predicament they were all in. "I have not even heard of this place where we were. Though, not know much places -- Faron!" She looks sharply over to the elf. "You been places. You heard of this Barovia?"
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
You would not have heard of barovia before
Faron
"Can't say I do. Might still be a place we know, a region is often called diffirent in the local tongue. Maybe Anders knows something from old tales circling inside the bardic community."
Addressing Eva Faron intensely watches her expression for any reaction while he speaks. "Maybe you have heard of places like Evermeet, Kara-Tur, Mulhorand or Deepwater and could tell us where we are in relation to the ones you know?"
Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont
Lvl 3 | Human | Paladin/Oath of Vengeance
Turning towards Andres, "Andres, in all of your time spent in the library. Did you ever come across the word Barovia in any context." Turning back towards Miss Eva, Alexander asks, "May I ask, what is it you wanted to see us about? Waking up on a strange place is one thing but to be expected is another. I can't help but feel like something is amiss in the mist. If there is a seat in front of Miss Eva, Alexander will sit in it and call Andres to his side.
“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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”sorry Alex, this is all foreign to me. I’ve havent read anything about this place.” He says quizzically looking around while scratching his head with the bow of his viol.
"Hehehe, amiss in the mist," she laughs to herself, "I like that."
She turns to Anders, "No you probably wouldn't find Barovia on any maps, unless they were very old. It's like he plucked it right out of the world somehow, wanted it all to himself I suppose. But I'm sorry children, we Vistani have always been able to come and go as we please, but other travelers who find themselves in Barovia never find thier way out."
Andres ears perk up shocked at what she just said “Wait, who plucked what out of the land? You’re saying someone took an entire country out of existence? Who is powerful enough to do that?”
Brom
Brom grows very uneasy by Miss Eva revelation "Aye I am not like'n what I'm hear'n. You say'n we got took while we slept and got dropped someplace that don't exist anymore and now we can't go back!" Brom is getting very anxious and he grips his sword handle until his knuckles turn white (OOC: Not in a threatening way but more like feeling something familiar to him) Brom sits on the floor with his back against the tent but he is still listening to Miss Eva.
Tarkin | Human | Fighter 1 -> Rise of the Rough Riders
Kuno| Half Elf male | Rogue 2 Wielding a Rapier, dagger and leather armor.
"Please, sit a moment, I'll try to explain," and she motions to come to her table where there are enough chairs for all of you to sit. "My people are travelers, we don't stay in any one place for very long. Hundreds of years ago, during a time when this land was at war and still a part of the world, the Prince of this land was badly injured in a battle. My ancestors, the Vistani, they found him and rescued him, nursed him back to health. As thanks, the Prince declared that our people would always be free to come and go as we please from this land."
"Years later, the King was killed and the Prince waged a long and bloody war against his enemies, seeking vengeance. The war made him cold and arrogant. The Prince came to believe that only he was powerful enough to rule this land and made a pact with dark powers to keep it that way. He still to this day lets us come and go from this land as we please. But all others here are trapped. You can wander in that mist forever and never find your way out, I'm sorry."
“But why were we placed here to begin with, we weren’t even trying to get here?” Andres stands back up. His intrigue is now turning to anxiety.
Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont
Lvl 3 | Human | Paladin/Oath of Vengeance
Hearing about possible dark pacts being made alarms Alexander. His paladin training taught him to be weary of powers gained through dark deals. Whatever was going on here was more then anything either of them could imagine. "Miss Eva, would you know the nature of these dark powers that this prince received? Nothing that would let him live this long and give him this kind of power could be good."
“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.”
"All I know about Strahd are things I've heard through stories, who knows how much is true. Some of the residents here and even some Vistani are loyal to him and see him as their King, others fear him and call him 'The Devil Strahd'.
Vaalu continues to stand. Even if Eva conveniently had a chair fit for her. She could never sit still while feeling so restless. And talk about not being about to leave as easily as they came certainly fell under that category. She growls a little and bears her teeth instinctively at the mention of dark pacts. "I mean no offense. But. Are you?" She narrows her eyes at Eva. "Are you loyal to this 'Devil'? Why else would you not leave this place and never return?"
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
"I am loyal to my tribe, and although some of my people are loyal to Strahd, I would much rather see him and this land freed from whatever curse they are under. As for why we continue to return here... my people are craftsman, and traders, and artists. We come here to attempt to bring some small amount of aid and hope to these poor people. Because if we didn't, nobody else would, or could.
“Well we are stuck here now so what aid can you offer us? How do we break the curse so we can leave this awful place?”
"Hmm, how to break the curse you say," she looks slightly amused, "i wouldn't know, and you're not the first to ask."
She pauses for a moment, and gets a bit more serious"But you all seem like capable folks and I sense something special about you, perhaps I can help you. Someone pass me that bag over there," and she points to a small silk bag with a drawstring sitting on shelf.
Nylin standing behind the mostly out of sight walks to the bag and grabs it, placing it beside miss Eva.
"Here you are."
Feeling less worried about her but still curious about the information being given.
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Vaalu raises a brow at Eva. But nevertheless, she shrugs and complies to the request. Although not without trying to feel out its contents along the way, what with curiosity getting the better of the goliath. "You are not wrong, Seer. Though the others might not think so. Hiatae has brought us here. As slaying this 'devil' make for a fantastic hunt." She gives a feral and eager grin.
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey