"Looks like either way, we have invitation."Vaalu comments quietly after leaning in to the others. She shoots a wary look at the man, and then adds, "I stay here. Keep watch. But you two should go. He will probably be more open if I'm... not there." Vaalu goes to hide her cringe behind another sip of her goblet. A sip that quickly becomes an attempt to slowly drown on land again until either it runs out, or the others get up to follow her suggestion.
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Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
"If you think that's a good idea, mellon." Faron smiles . "I'm still trying to understand the way humans think. Or take our gnome here. His behaviour is basically alien to me. So neither might I be the best candidate but we can try. Maybe you've noticed me being rather quite with Lady Eva."
He stands up and heads over to the man. "You seem interested in communicating with us or has this gesture of chair dislocation another meaning?"
Faron will systematicaly look the man over trying to evaluate him.
"Pleasant days. Yes join me, please. Here, let me get you a drink." he grabs another glass from a shelf behind him and pours Faron a glass from the bottle on the table. "What brings you to the village of Barovia on this fine day?"
Brom skin crawls as he walks through the village. Upon entering the creepy tavern, he sits at the table with Vaalu. Brom orders a tankard of ale. "I'm not for likin this town or this place. No people walkin and talkin... not bein' natural. But so long the ale's fresh and I can rest me bones for awhile, I will be ready to handle whatever happ'ns next."
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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.
Vaalu reaches over to pat Brom on the shoulder. "Easy there, Brom. You are long overdrawn bowstring with no enemy in sight. That is no good." Vaalu chuckles. "We were warned. The people are just troubled here. That is all." She takes another swig of her wine."You see. It might take time. But we fix soon. Just have some faith, my friend."
Alexander greets the Bartender and orders a glass of wine. The portly man pauses cleaning his glass, and pours the cup of wine and slides it to Alexander. "I noticed when I first came into the village it appeared to be empty. Where is everyone at this time of the day? Is there perhaps a festival or something they are all attending?" Alexander asks. The bartender barely pays him any attention, simply picks up the next glass he was wiping and carries on cleaning them.
Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont Lvl 3 | Human | Paladin/Oath of Vengeance
'Well, that was rude. They must not like outsiders here.' Alexander thought to himself,'I may as well see if the others are making any more progress then I am.' Grabbing his drink, he turns in his seat to view the rest of the bar. While sipping on his wine he notices Faron interact with some strange man. He decides to keep an eye on the two in case he needs to intervene.
“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.”
After a socially akward long pause while waiting on Ny to take the initiative Faron addresses the old man. "Well I hail from a place far away you won't have heard of wandering the world. I'm wondering what can you do in Borovia? What do you do? This town seems barren, where are the people? Why aren't there children playing?"
"There's not much to do here in our little town I'm afraid. I'm always telling my father that we need more entertainment to keep spirits high, but it hasn't been his priority. Things have been a bit dour as of late. There's been talk of strange creatures coming out and night and attacking folks. And my sister in particular has had her share of problems with that vile creature living up in Castle Ravenloft." He takes a long drink of wine, "are all these other folks with you?"
Those of you sitting at the bar notice the bartender finish wiping his last glass. He sets it down with the 20 or so others that he's been cleaning, he pauses a moment, then picks up the first one again and starts wiping it.
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Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont Lvl 3 | Human | Paladin/Oath of Vengeance
Turning back towards the bar to get a refill on his drink, Alexander notices this strange behavior displayed by the bartender. Seeing as this is an odd thing to do he decides to see if he can get a response out of him. "Sir, I believe that you have already cleaned that one." While waiting for a response, Alexander will examine him closely.
Insight: 10
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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.”
He pauses cleaning to refill your glass, takes your payment, then goes back to wiping the same glass. He's staring at nothing in particular and continues at his task.
“Alex, I think he is under some sort of magical affect... best to just stay clear from him and out his earshot.” Andres whispers. Andres takes a bow and apologizes to the table and goes back to the gentle background music. He positions himself to be within earshot of the conversation with the man and fellow group.
"The creature in the castle and the cause of my sister's hardships are one and the same, Strahd. He has grown some sort of obsession with my sister and she keeps herself locked in our home in fear. I've tried to convince her to let me take her away from the village but she fears we'll be set upon by Strahd if she leaves the house" he takes another long sip from his wine.
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The man at the table notices a few of you eyeing him from across the room. He pushes a chair out as if inviting you to come join him.
"Looks like either way, we have invitation." Vaalu comments quietly after leaning in to the others. She shoots a wary look at the man, and then adds, "I stay here. Keep watch. But you two should go. He will probably be more open if I'm... not there." Vaalu goes to hide her cringe behind another sip of her goblet. A sip that quickly becomes an attempt to slowly drown on land again until either it runs out, or the others get up to follow her suggestion.
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
Faron
"If you think that's a good idea, mellon." Faron smiles . "I'm still trying to understand the way humans think. Or take our gnome here. His behaviour is basically alien to me. So neither might I be the best candidate but we can try. Maybe you've noticed me being rather quite with Lady Eva."
He stands up and heads over to the man. "You seem interested in communicating with us or has this gesture of chair dislocation another meaning?"
Faron will systematicaly look the man over trying to evaluate him.
"Pleasant days. Yes join me, please. Here, let me get you a drink." he grabs another glass from a shelf behind him and pours Faron a glass from the bottle on the table. "What brings you to the village of Barovia on this fine day?"
Brom
Brom skin crawls as he walks through the village. Upon entering the creepy tavern, he sits at the table with Vaalu. Brom orders a tankard of ale. "I'm not for likin this town or this place. No people walkin and talkin... not bein' natural. But so long the ale's fresh and I can rest me bones for awhile, I will be ready to handle whatever happ'ns next."
Tarkin | Human | Fighter 1 -> Rise of the Rough Riders
Kuno| Half Elf male | Rogue 2 Wielding a Rapier, dagger and leather armor.
Vaalu reaches over to pat Brom on the shoulder. "Easy there, Brom. You are long overdrawn bowstring with no enemy in sight. That is no good." Vaalu chuckles. "We were warned. The people are just troubled here. That is all." She takes another swig of her wine."You see. It might take time. But we fix soon. Just have some faith, my friend."
Goyo - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Sea/Celestial (Libretalia)
Vogan - [Goliath-Hill]Bard - ???(A Dungeon-Delving Campaign Group C)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Warlock - Archfey
**sorry i forgot to respond to Alexander**
Alexander greets the Bartender and orders a glass of wine. The portly man pauses cleaning his glass, and pours the cup of wine and slides it to Alexander. "I noticed when I first came into the village it appeared to be empty. Where is everyone at this time of the day? Is there perhaps a festival or something they are all attending?" Alexander asks. The bartender barely pays him any attention, simply picks up the next glass he was wiping and carries on cleaning them.
Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont
Lvl 3 | Human | Paladin/Oath of Vengeance
'Well, that was rude. They must not like outsiders here.' Alexander thought to himself, 'I may as well see if the others are making any more progress then I am.' Grabbing his drink, he turns in his seat to view the rest of the bar. While sipping on his wine he notices Faron interact with some strange man. He decides to keep an eye on the two in case he needs to intervene.
ooc: It's all 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.”
Faron
After a socially akward long pause while waiting on Ny to take the initiative Faron addresses the old man. "Well I hail from a place far away you won't have heard of wandering the world. I'm wondering what can you do in Borovia? What do you do? This town seems barren, where are the people? Why aren't there children playing?"
Anders continues to play some light melodic music in the background... listening in on the conversations.
"There's not much to do here in our little town I'm afraid. I'm always telling my father that we need more entertainment to keep spirits high, but it hasn't been his priority. Things have been a bit dour as of late. There's been talk of strange creatures coming out and night and attacking folks. And my sister in particular has had her share of problems with that vile creature living up in Castle Ravenloft." He takes a long drink of wine, "are all these other folks with you?"
Brom
Brom nods his appreciation to Vaalu and raises his mug of ale. "Thank you me friend. Here's to setting things right and getting us home"
Tarkin | Human | Fighter 1 -> Rise of the Rough Riders
Kuno| Half Elf male | Rogue 2 Wielding a Rapier, dagger and leather armor.
Those of you sitting at the bar notice the bartender finish wiping his last glass. He sets it down with the 20 or so others that he's been cleaning, he pauses a moment, then picks up the first one again and starts wiping it.
Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont
Lvl 3 | Human | Paladin/Oath of Vengeance
Turning back towards the bar to get a refill on his drink, Alexander notices this strange behavior displayed by the bartender. Seeing as this is an odd thing to do he decides to see if he can get a response out of him. "Sir, I believe that you have already cleaned that one." While waiting for a response, Alexander will examine him closely.
Insight: 10
“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.”
He pauses cleaning to refill your glass, takes your payment, then goes back to wiping the same glass. He's staring at nothing in particular and continues at his task.
Seeing this Andres goes closer to him and abruptly switches tunes to a loud sharp fast pace irritating noises to see if there is a reaction.
The 3 men at the table nearby look startled for a moment, then annoyed. The bartender makes no sign that he noticed the change.
“Alex, I think he is under some sort of magical affect... best to just stay clear from him and out his earshot.” Andres whispers. Andres takes a bow and apologizes to the table and goes back to the gentle background music. He positions himself to be within earshot of the conversation with the man and fellow group.
Faron
"Yeah, we met on the road. What foul creature lives in the castle? Why doesn't anyone take of it? And what ails your sister, maybe Alex can help her."
"The creature in the castle and the cause of my sister's hardships are one and the same, Strahd. He has grown some sort of obsession with my sister and she keeps herself locked in our home in fear. I've tried to convince her to let me take her away from the village but she fears we'll be set upon by Strahd if she leaves the house" he takes another long sip from his wine.