Wezroth looked at the two emotionlessly. " I've fought a hag before. She had kidnapped two children she lured to her house by casting illusions to make it look like it was made of sweets. by the time I had arrived she had already consumed one. I saved the other, but as far as I've heard, he still hasn't spoken a word. That was ten years ago. " He said. He didn't seem overly disturbed by this, at least not outwardly. He failed to mention that when he arrived the little girl was being eaten alive. She was devoured so fast that it happened in some of the most gruesome few seconds he had ever witnessed. "Consistent throughout all hag subspecies is the weakness of arrogance. That was how I managed to kill the hag on my own. She grew certain of her victory too early and dropped her guard. Otherwise, silver will help. I haven't tried holy water. I usually don't have access to that kind of resource." he said. He took a long swig of his wine. "We don't know what kind of hags we're up against, so we should be cautious. Especially if there's more than one. If any of you can dispel illusions that will help to find them." He said.
"Unfortunately, all the magic I have learned is based around firing arrows and some minor prestidigitations. I don't think that'll help us find them, but it'll at least help us when we do..."
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-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Wezroth rubbed his chin. "Even if we cant dispel illusions, Hags are incredibly arrogant. They will likely slip up if we observe them closely. They might not even disguise themselves. But we need to be wary if we're looking to learn anything about strahd from them." He said.
"I should be able to detect magic cast in this way Wezroth.. hopefully that will let us get the drop on these hags.. trouble is I can detect this type of magic.. but, disarming its effects is a different story".
"Knowing your enemy is half the battle. And not knowing will get you killed. We should probably ask around a bit about them, and see if anyone knows anything. the festival might be a good place to ask. I wont fight a hag without a silver sword." He said.
"Knowing your enemy is half the battle. And not knowing will get you killed. We should probably ask around a bit about them, and see if anyone knows anything. the festival might be a good place to ask. I wont fight a hag without a silver sword." He said.
Sounds like a plan to me," Lae says with a stretch.. "Now, I really need to rest.. goodnight gentleman"
You wake up the next morning, eat breakfast, and head outside and as near as you can get to the town square for the widely-advertised Festival of the Blazing Sun. Under ironically threatening skies, a parade of unhappy child children dressed as flowers trudges through the muddy streets, leading the way for a group of sorry-looking men and women carrying a ten-foot-diameter wicker ball. The burgomaster and his smiling wife, who holds a sad bouquet of wilting flowers, follow the procession on horseback. As weary spectators watch from their stops, the ball is borne to the town square. There, it is hoisted and hung from a fifteen-foot-high wooden scaffold, and townsfolk take turns splashing it with oil. Before the wicker sun can be set ablaze, the sky tears open with a sudden downpour. "All will be well!" cries the burgomaster as he brandishes a sputtering torch and marches defiantly through the rain toward the wicker ball, only to have his torch go out as he thrusts it into the sphere.
A singular laugh erupts from the crowd, drawing the burgomaster's fiery gaze as well as gasps from the townsfolk.
Wezroth sighed. "I've been in Barovia for a while. But never have I seen something so...... sad." He said crossing his arms. He began to walk amongst the crowd, looking for anything that seemed out of place.
The burgomaster starts as the torch relights and approaches the sphere once more. He thrusts it into the sphere and this time the sphere catches and lights. A muted cheer rises from the crowd.
Zander gives a whole-hearted cheer to try to rile up the crowd in a positive way. "Yeah! The torch re-lit itself! This is a sign from the gods of good tidings to come!"
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(Not ignoring your roll, but the next might explain the answer.)
The burgomaster orders the one who laughed to be seized by the guards. He then gives a stuttering speech about how the sun represents the light that keeps away the devil, after which the crowd once more weakly applauds. He also notes the conspicuous absence of Lady Watcher at this mandatory festival and declares her a consort of Strahd.
As the crowd begins to murmur among themselves, a group of guards drags a well-dressed woman and her children up onto the stage beside the guard who had laughed. The woman shakes off the guard and delivers her own speech. It is a grand and radical speech about the abomination of Vargas' (the burgomaster's) rule, which Vargas stutteringly attempts to counter as smaller wicker suns are piled around Lady Watcher, her children, and the laughing guard (you overheard the name Lars Kjurls murmured when he was led to the stage).
"No, might hit an innocent. We have to get up there and stop it. We'll have more leverage on the platform." Zander rushes through the crowd yelling, "Hey! Stop!"
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Wezroth was already halfway through the crowd. He hadnt drawn his weapon yet, but he was prepared to. He didnt think it'd be wise to get arrested, as he still needed things in vallaki, but he wasn't going to let this stand, especially if his comrades were getting involved as well. "Murdering women and children solves nothing! If you go forward with this you'll prove you are no better than strahd!" he said as he approached the stage.
Rolling charisma (all my modifiers for charisma skills are zero, so I'm just gonna roll a d20 for whichever I'm using) 10
"Wise words again. I'm starting to think you've done this type of thing before." Zander smiles.
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
"What else are hags sustainable to? I'm not too familiar with them.. I've got some holy water.. what else would we need to combat them?"
Wezroth looked at the two emotionlessly. " I've fought a hag before. She had kidnapped two children she lured to her house by casting illusions to make it look like it was made of sweets. by the time I had arrived she had already consumed one. I saved the other, but as far as I've heard, he still hasn't spoken a word. That was ten years ago. " He said. He didn't seem overly disturbed by this, at least not outwardly. He failed to mention that when he arrived the little girl was being eaten alive. She was devoured so fast that it happened in some of the most gruesome few seconds he had ever witnessed. "Consistent throughout all hag subspecies is the weakness of arrogance. That was how I managed to kill the hag on my own. She grew certain of her victory too early and dropped her guard. Otherwise, silver will help. I haven't tried holy water. I usually don't have access to that kind of resource." he said. He took a long swig of his wine. "We don't know what kind of hags we're up against, so we should be cautious. Especially if there's more than one. If any of you can dispel illusions that will help to find them." He said.
"Unfortunately, all the magic I have learned is based around firing arrows and some minor prestidigitations. I don't think that'll help us find them, but it'll at least help us when we do..."
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Wezroth rubbed his chin. "Even if we cant dispel illusions, Hags are incredibly arrogant. They will likely slip up if we observe them closely. They might not even disguise themselves. But we need to be wary if we're looking to learn anything about strahd from them." He said.
"I should be able to detect magic cast in this way Wezroth.. hopefully that will let us get the drop on these hags.. trouble is I can detect this type of magic.. but, disarming its effects is a different story".
"Knowing your enemy is half the battle. And not knowing will get you killed. We should probably ask around a bit about them, and see if anyone knows anything. the festival might be a good place to ask. I wont fight a hag without a silver sword." He said.
Sounds like a plan to me," Lae says with a stretch.. "Now, I really need to rest.. goodnight gentleman"
Wezroth nodded. "Good idea. " He said. He went back to his room to rest.
You wake up the next morning, eat breakfast, and head outside and as near as you can get to the town square for the widely-advertised Festival of the Blazing Sun. Under ironically threatening skies, a parade of unhappy child children dressed as flowers trudges through the muddy streets, leading the way for a group of sorry-looking men and women carrying a ten-foot-diameter wicker ball. The burgomaster and his smiling wife, who holds a sad bouquet of wilting flowers, follow the procession on horseback. As weary spectators watch from their stops, the ball is borne to the town square. There, it is hoisted and hung from a fifteen-foot-high wooden scaffold, and townsfolk take turns splashing it with oil. Before the wicker sun can be set ablaze, the sky tears open with a sudden downpour. "All will be well!" cries the burgomaster as he brandishes a sputtering torch and marches defiantly through the rain toward the wicker ball, only to have his torch go out as he thrusts it into the sphere.
A singular laugh erupts from the crowd, drawing the burgomaster's fiery gaze as well as gasps from the townsfolk.
Zander uses Prestidigitation to light the torch ablaze again. "These people NEED something to go right."
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Wezroth sighed. "I've been in Barovia for a while. But never have I seen something so...... sad." He said crossing his arms. He began to walk amongst the crowd, looking for anything that seemed out of place.
The burgomaster starts as the torch relights and approaches the sphere once more. He thrusts it into the sphere and this time the sphere catches and lights. A muted cheer rises from the crowd.
Zander gives a whole-hearted cheer to try to rile up the crowd in a positive way. "Yeah! The torch re-lit itself! This is a sign from the gods of good tidings to come!"
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Would Lae know what type of ceremony this is, or what lighting the wicker ball represents? Religion check if needed 12
(Not ignoring your roll, but the next might explain the answer.)
The burgomaster orders the one who laughed to be seized by the guards. He then gives a stuttering speech about how the sun represents the light that keeps away the devil, after which the crowd once more weakly applauds. He also notes the conspicuous absence of Lady Watcher at this mandatory festival and declares her a consort of Strahd.
As the crowd begins to murmur among themselves, a group of guards drags a well-dressed woman and her children up onto the stage beside the guard who had laughed. The woman shakes off the guard and delivers her own speech. It is a grand and radical speech about the abomination of Vargas' (the burgomaster's) rule, which Vargas stutteringly attempts to counter as smaller wicker suns are piled around Lady Watcher, her children, and the laughing guard (you overheard the name Lars Kjurls murmured when he was led to the stage).
Zander looks at the rest of the party. "We need to stop this madness. All of us, together."
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
"Those children didn't do anything... quick.. what's the move? Loose an arrow!?"
"No, might hit an innocent. We have to get up there and stop it. We'll have more leverage on the platform." Zander rushes through the crowd yelling, "Hey! Stop!"
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Wezroth was already halfway through the crowd. He hadnt drawn his weapon yet, but he was prepared to. He didnt think it'd be wise to get arrested, as he still needed things in vallaki, but he wasn't going to let this stand, especially if his comrades were getting involved as well. "Murdering women and children solves nothing! If you go forward with this you'll prove you are no better than strahd!" he said as he approached the stage.
Rolling charisma (all my modifiers for charisma skills are zero, so I'm just gonna roll a d20 for whichever I'm using) 10