Wilt is very interested in this display and wants to stop and join in but understands that this mission is serious. She asks the others "Do you think this is something we should check out real quick?"
Most of the party seems indifferent to the Group camped outside the village, but Cleaf is the lone member who decides that something is slightly off with the motley crew of people. As the party approaches A dirty looking man walks up and stops you, he introduces himself as Stanimir. He says : "Dont worry, We do not wish to make enemies, I have a story to tell all of you, Then we go".
The group trails on forward as Dalmar lags a bit behind. He stood a good distance away from the group, carefully examining the handful of strangers that were summoned. Leaving the tavern Dalmar didn't consider making any eye contact with the patrons of the bar, he was more worried of who might've tried recognize him. Trailing behind the others, he continued to himself while keeping a steady eye on the group. As they arrived to see a group of people having a party of sorts. He watches the strangers ahead with a inquisitive gaze. (Do I notice anything strange about these people?)
Stanimir fills his mouth with wine, then spits into the fire. The flames turn from orange to green. As they dance and sway, a dark shape appears in the bonfire's core. "We come from an ancient land whose name is long forgotten-a land of kings. Our enemies forced us from our homes, and now we wander the lost roads." The dark shape in the fire takes the form of a man being knocked from his horse, a spear piercing his side. Stanimir continues. "One night, a wounded soldier staggered into our camp and collapsed. We nursed his terrible injury and quenched his thirst with wine. He survived. When we asked him who he was, he wouldn't say. All he wanted was to return home, but we were deep in the land of his enemies. We took him as one of our own and followed him back toward his homeland. His enemies hunted him. They said he was a prince, yet we didn't give him up, even when their assassins fell upon us like wolves." Deep in the bonfire, you see the dark figure standing with sword drawn, fighting off a host of shadowy shapes. "This man of royal blood fought to protect us, as we protected him. We bore him safely to his home, and he thanked us. He said, 'I owe you my life. Stay as long as you wish, leave when you choose, and know that you will always be safe here."' The figure in the dancing fire vanquishes its final foe, then disperses in a cloud of smoke and embers. Staninir's face becomes a somber mask. "A curse has befallen our noble prince, turning him into a tyrant. We alone have the power to leave his domain. We've traveled far and wide to find heroes such as yourselves to end our dread lord's curse and put his troubled soul torest. Our leader, MadamEva, knows all. Will you return to Barovia with us and speak withher?"
Galthor is deligthed by the presentation, his eyes lost in the fire, until he hears "Barovia", he looks up and remembering the letter he says to Stanimir; "The gods seem to see fit that we met, we travel to Barovia on urgent business, i see no harm on sharing the road, and after we dealt with what concernes us we could meet this Eva you speak off "
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Wilt is very interested in this display and wants to stop and join in but understands that this mission is serious. She asks the others "Do you think this is something we should check out real quick?"
Cleaf finds it highly suspicious that in a town if broken people these random people seem immune. "It may be in our favor to check out those people."
Most of the party seems indifferent to the Group camped outside the village, but Cleaf is the lone member who decides that something is slightly off with the motley crew of people. As the party approaches A dirty looking man walks up and stops you, he introduces himself as Stanimir. He says : "Dont worry, We do not wish to make enemies, I have a story to tell all of you, Then we go".
"Go on then, i think we can make time for good tale"
The group trails on forward as Dalmar lags a bit behind. He stood a good distance away from the group, carefully examining the handful of strangers that were summoned. Leaving the tavern Dalmar didn't consider making any eye contact with the patrons of the bar, he was more worried of who might've tried recognize him. Trailing behind the others, he continued to himself while keeping a steady eye on the group. As they arrived to see a group of people having a party of sorts. He watches the strangers ahead with a inquisitive gaze. (Do I notice anything strange about these people?)
Galthor is deligthed by the presentation, his eyes lost in the fire, until he hears "Barovia", he looks up and remembering the letter he says to Stanimir; "The gods seem to see fit that we met, we travel to Barovia on urgent business, i see no harm on sharing the road, and after we dealt with what concernes us we could meet this Eva you speak off "