Chubs looks at the newly arrived gentleman with curiosity, but quickly a broad heartfelt smile takes over his round rosy cheeked face. Brother! As he begins speaking he holds his hand out offering up his stein of ale. My own recipe. Have some. There's plenty more.
I do love a singer. I sing myself, quite often in fact, though where everyone stopped and listened to you, when I sing people just tend to throw things. He briefly looks up at the grey sky in thought and then gives his head a quick shake. Never mind that though. Who are you? Everyone here is giving you the same look that they give us, so I presume that you are also a stranger here. Tough luck. We're having a heck of a time figuring out how to get home. Did you know that entire lands can be cursed? Seems quite the oddity, but...here we are.
Oh! Right...uh, I'm Chubs, this well proportioned figure here is Kif, the fading reverend over there goes by Lucento, and finally the short one over there who thinks he's blending in even though he's clad in a bright red robe with matching pointy hat is Barnaby. He likes to go by Barnaby the Bold, but he's so tiny, I figure he needs a small name. Maybe just Barney. Hmm, I'll have to think on it.
Misalyk clinks the bottle against the stein. "Well met. I shall try some later for sure."
Tying a short string around the neck of the viol he hangs it over his shoulder freeing his hands to hold the bottle and still make gestures as he talks.
"I am Misalyk. Misalyk the Tired. Misalyk the boring. It is nice to meet you Mister Chubs. I appreciate you trying to keep the Burgermeister from killing my dear friend. I take it you are one of the ones that wanders in from the fog every so often, before eventually... well, we all have an eventually coming. I'm from here. I have a place I rent just down that way."
A gesture towards a side street. "As for the music, they only listen because they know that as the only one around here who can hold his drink, I'm the one who helps them get home without regrets after they hit the bottle."
Chubs looks in confusion at the wine bottle. Shakes his head clear and refocuses. Hold your drink? What fun is that? Just means you’re not drinking enough.
Misalyk smiles at Chubs. "Then perhaps we should go drinking together soon so you can show me what enough is. So new friends, you've helped me. How can I help you?"
Kif walks up and watches the encounter between Chubs and Misalyk.
That song was a stroke of inspiration for sure, I was a little nervous we would end up in a riot. Name's Kif, and yes, we did wander in out of the fog, seems we are stuck in this place for the time being
"That guy was my friend. You were trying to save his life, your distraction bought enough time for someone to keep the Burgermeister from over reacting and causing a problem." Rubbing his face with his hand and looking up at the sky Misalyk subvocalizes "let's not emphasize the depression, perhaps we could discuss things elsewhere yes?" Louder he says "Why would I need help? All is well and I have now made new friends. Come! Lead me to somewhere we can drink that isn't so fraught with the tension of a good time."
Misalyk would know that the main drinking establishment in town is the Blue Water Inn. You could all try to find some other option, or do something else.
Lucento expresses a desire to return to the temple; he is concerned about Father Petrovich, who did not seem well when you spoke with him since your return. There is no need for the rest of you to go.
The guard is, in fact, being put in the stocks. The Burgomaster says a few more words, and the crowd begins to disperse. Roll a Perception check. If you roll a 17 or higher, read the following:
Some of the disappearing commoners appear to have homemade weapons concealed in their clothes. You notice maybe 2-4; it's hard to get a good sense of how many. They quickly disappear into the crowd.
If you roll a 20 or higher, and you aren't Misalyk (who doesn't get to do this roll), read the following:
One of them, a middle-aged man, is familiar from the group of people speaking with the Wachter brothers the night before.
The afternoon is before you. I will review your options, which include but are not limited to the following:
1. Hang out at the Blue Water Inn. Anyone looking for you will likely start there, and there's been enough going on that someone might very well be looking.
2. Visit someone in town: the Baron, Father Petrovich, whoever.
3. Consider Madam Eva's card reading, and see how you're doing.
4. Figure out what to do with Ireena.
5. Look into the pastry business (not that there are leads that I'm aware of, at the moment). Misalyk is familiar with the pastry seller, if you discuss it with him, and he knows better than to eat those savory delicacies.
Please carry on speaking amongst yourselves, as well.
If you do return to the inn, you will find it is quiet, though Rictavio is seated by the window, staring off into space. The kitchen and bar (you will recall) do not open until early afternoon, and it is almost time.
Barnaby walks over to his companions, Did I hear somebody say something about getting a drink? Sounds like a fine plan. Hello sir. My name is Barnaby Fizzlepop, known throughout the lands as Barnaby the Bold. Thank you so much for gracing us with your song and for helping that poor sap get out of a jam. It's a shame when a man is punished for finding humor in the world, he quiets to a whisper, particularly in a place as dull and somber as this one.
Upon arrival, Ireena herself lets you in, to your surprise. Come quickly! Ireena and the commoners have laid Father Petrovich out on a bench. He is mumbling, in and out of consciousness.
Lucento rushes to his side, and examines him closely. I do not know what ails him, and I think he will need care for some time. He pauses. After some further examination, and careful attention to whatever incomprehensible things his patient is mumbling, Lucento looks up at the rest of the party.
This valley is a dark place, and the shadows crowd Vallaki. Is Father Petrovich's illness sinister? I have no reason to think so. But for now, friends, I would like to stay at the temple and protect him, and those who he protected. Who will do it, if not me?
Surprised at the care for a local by this stranger Misalyk salutes him and hands him a coin. "Have a drink on me sir. I have just met you and have already seen multiple acts of kindness I am not used to."
Turning to Barnaby: "Humorless? Nah we have humor, it hangs in the gallows, and lurks in the dark. A dry wit always thirsty. You mistake smiles for happiness like people mistake the street pies for food and like some mistake numbness for comfort."
I have skimmed what has happened so far to the party but I don't think MIsalyk would have any sense of where you guys have been or guidance as to where you should go. He is local, yes, and our DDMIK (dearest DM in kindness) has given me some local info but Misalyik isn't super well connected either. I think Misalyk's motivations are to help out the helpers, which in this case... is you.
Well Misalyk, we appear to have been somehow trapped in this land, possibly by the Vistani who 'welcomed' us here, eventually we grew to an understanding that the Count who rules over this land is of a dark leaning, which we have seen first hand on a couple occasions, we found ourselves in the village of Barovia. Among the darkness we met the young lady here, Ireena and her stalwart brother Ismark who seem to represent the forces of good. It seems as though the Count has an uncommon attraction to the young lady Ireena, who is actually most capable in a fight. We promised her brother we would bring her to safety at the Abbey at Krezk. This town of Vallaki was just a waypoint but we have been engaged in much evil and ****ery in the short time we've been here. While we've me some new friends we've also lost a few companions, including most recently a gentleman who seems to have been driven mad by what we've seen. At this point I'm not sure we should hang around or grab Ireena and move on down the road. The illness of the priest is the latest uncertainty
Misalyk's eyes widen and he shakes his head. "You seek to challenge the Count..." He makes a warding against evil. "You are either very brave or incredibly stupid or the fog ruined your brains." With a dark look at his new friends he pulls some cards from his pockets, nervously shuffling them. After dealing out a few hands and then shuffling them back in he continues. "But to deny the Count the thing he wants. That would be a sweet thing. It is settled. We can spite the wolf that kills us by sticking in his throat." Putting the cards away he pours another glass. "As for your question of moving her... the roads are dangerous... the Count... I don't know that anywhere is safe from his influence***. But, if her brother believes the Abby will help... well, it is better to die moving than to die in a gibbet. And it sounds like that guy" He gestures towards Lucento. "It sounds like he will be able to heal the father while we go."
***Let me know if I can roll something to know if I know differently or if I know of someone whose wagon/horse we could use.
And thank you for the summary.
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Chubs looks at the newly arrived gentleman with curiosity, but quickly a broad heartfelt smile takes over his round rosy cheeked face. Brother! As he begins speaking he holds his hand out offering up his stein of ale. My own recipe. Have some. There's plenty more.
I do love a singer. I sing myself, quite often in fact, though where everyone stopped and listened to you, when I sing people just tend to throw things. He briefly looks up at the grey sky in thought and then gives his head a quick shake. Never mind that though. Who are you? Everyone here is giving you the same look that they give us, so I presume that you are also a stranger here. Tough luck. We're having a heck of a time figuring out how to get home. Did you know that entire lands can be cursed? Seems quite the oddity, but...here we are.
Oh! Right...uh, I'm Chubs, this well proportioned figure here is Kif, the fading reverend over there goes by Lucento, and finally the short one over there who thinks he's blending in even though he's clad in a bright red robe with matching pointy hat is Barnaby. He likes to go by Barnaby the Bold, but he's so tiny, I figure he needs a small name. Maybe just Barney. Hmm, I'll have to think on it.
Misalyk clinks the bottle against the stein. "Well met. I shall try some later for sure."
Tying a short string around the neck of the viol he hangs it over his shoulder freeing his hands to hold the bottle and still make gestures as he talks.
"I am Misalyk. Misalyk the Tired. Misalyk the boring. It is nice to meet you Mister Chubs. I appreciate you trying to keep the Burgermeister from killing my dear friend. I take it you are one of the ones that wanders in from the fog every so often, before eventually... well, we all have an eventually coming. I'm from here. I have a place I rent just down that way."
A gesture towards a side street. "As for the music, they only listen because they know that as the only one around here who can hold his drink, I'm the one who helps them get home without regrets after they hit the bottle."
Chubs looks in confusion at the wine bottle. Shakes his head clear and refocuses. Hold your drink? What fun is that? Just means you’re not drinking enough.
Misalyk smiles at Chubs. "Then perhaps we should go drinking together soon so you can show me what enough is. So new friends, you've helped me. How can I help you?"
Kif walks up and watches the encounter between Chubs and Misalyk.
That song was a stroke of inspiration for sure, I was a little nervous we would end up in a riot. Name's Kif, and yes, we did wander in out of the fog, seems we are stuck in this place for the time being
Chubs: Helped you? No. I was helping that guy. Chubs inclines his head towards the poor sap being put in the stocks.
Why? What do you need help with? Quite a lot I would imagine, if you live here. What is up with this place? It's sooooo depressing.
"That guy was my friend. You were trying to save his life, your distraction bought enough time for someone to keep the Burgermeister from over reacting and causing a problem." Rubbing his face with his hand and looking up at the sky Misalyk subvocalizes "let's not emphasize the depression, perhaps we could discuss things elsewhere yes?" Louder he says "Why would I need help? All is well and I have now made new friends. Come! Lead me to somewhere we can drink that isn't so fraught with the tension of a good time."
Misalyk would know that the main drinking establishment in town is the Blue Water Inn. You could all try to find some other option, or do something else.
Lucento expresses a desire to return to the temple; he is concerned about Father Petrovich, who did not seem well when you spoke with him since your return. There is no need for the rest of you to go.
The guard is, in fact, being put in the stocks. The Burgomaster says a few more words, and the crowd begins to disperse. Roll a Perception check. If you roll a 17 or higher, read the following:
Some of the disappearing commoners appear to have homemade weapons concealed in their clothes. You notice maybe 2-4; it's hard to get a good sense of how many. They quickly disappear into the crowd.
If you roll a 20 or higher, and you aren't Misalyk (who doesn't get to do this roll), read the following:
One of them, a middle-aged man, is familiar from the group of people speaking with the Wachter brothers the night before.
The afternoon is before you. I will review your options, which include but are not limited to the following:
1. Hang out at the Blue Water Inn. Anyone looking for you will likely start there, and there's been enough going on that someone might very well be looking.
2. Visit someone in town: the Baron, Father Petrovich, whoever.
3. Consider Madam Eva's card reading, and see how you're doing.
4. Figure out what to do with Ireena.
5. Look into the pastry business (not that there are leads that I'm aware of, at the moment). Misalyk is familiar with the pastry seller, if you discuss it with him, and he knows better than to eat those savory delicacies.
Please carry on speaking amongst yourselves, as well.
If you do return to the inn, you will find it is quiet, though Rictavio is seated by the window, staring off into space. The kitchen and bar (you will recall) do not open until early afternoon, and it is almost time.
Percepting, Kif is percepting, what a wonderful day La La 16
Kif hates his precepting rolls and realizes he sucks at this game
Perhaps before hitting the inn it would be good to check in with Father Petrovich and with Ireena, our good friend and ward whom we must not forget
Barnaby perception: 5
Chubs perception: 4
Barnaby walks over to his companions, Did I hear somebody say something about getting a drink? Sounds like a fine plan. Hello sir. My name is Barnaby Fizzlepop, known throughout the lands as Barnaby the Bold. Thank you so much for gracing us with your song and for helping that poor sap get out of a jam. It's a shame when a man is punished for finding humor in the world, he quiets to a whisper, particularly in a place as dull and somber as this one.
Game time vs. Real time, did we just check on the priest this morning or yesterday afternoon? feels like it's been a while but maybe not
It’s late morning as the festival breaks up. Almost lunchtime.
Are we using blue for ooc?
Misalyk goes along with the group as cheerfully as anyone in this town might.
Indeed.
Lucento is also eager to return to the temple.
Upon arrival, Ireena herself lets you in, to your surprise. Come quickly! Ireena and the commoners have laid Father Petrovich out on a bench. He is mumbling, in and out of consciousness.
Lucento rushes to his side, and examines him closely. I do not know what ails him, and I think he will need care for some time. He pauses. After some further examination, and careful attention to whatever incomprehensible things his patient is mumbling, Lucento looks up at the rest of the party.
This valley is a dark place, and the shadows crowd Vallaki. Is Father Petrovich's illness sinister? I have no reason to think so. But for now, friends, I would like to stay at the temple and protect him, and those who he protected. Who will do it, if not me?
Surprised at the care for a local by this stranger Misalyk salutes him and hands him a coin. "Have a drink on me sir. I have just met you and have already seen multiple acts of kindness I am not used to."
Turning to Barnaby: "Humorless? Nah we have humor, it hangs in the gallows, and lurks in the dark. A dry wit always thirsty. You mistake smiles for happiness like people mistake the street pies for food and like some mistake numbness for comfort."
I have skimmed what has happened so far to the party but I don't think MIsalyk would have any sense of where you guys have been or guidance as to where you should go. He is local, yes, and our DDMIK (dearest DM in kindness) has given me some local info but Misalyik isn't super well connected either. I think Misalyk's motivations are to help out the helpers, which in this case... is you.
Well Misalyk, we appear to have been somehow trapped in this land, possibly by the Vistani who 'welcomed' us here, eventually we grew to an understanding that the Count who rules over this land is of a dark leaning, which we have seen first hand on a couple occasions, we found ourselves in the village of Barovia. Among the darkness we met the young lady here, Ireena and her stalwart brother Ismark who seem to represent the forces of good. It seems as though the Count has an uncommon attraction to the young lady Ireena, who is actually most capable in a fight. We promised her brother we would bring her to safety at the Abbey at Krezk. This town of Vallaki was just a waypoint but we have been engaged in much evil and ****ery in the short time we've been here. While we've me some new friends we've also lost a few companions, including most recently a gentleman who seems to have been driven mad by what we've seen. At this point I'm not sure we should hang around or grab Ireena and move on down the road. The illness of the priest is the latest uncertainty
If I missed anything let me know
Misalyk's eyes widen and he shakes his head. "You seek to challenge the Count..." He makes a warding against evil. "You are either very brave or incredibly stupid or the fog ruined your brains." With a dark look at his new friends he pulls some cards from his pockets, nervously shuffling them. After dealing out a few hands and then shuffling them back in he continues. "But to deny the Count the thing he wants. That would be a sweet thing. It is settled. We can spite the wolf that kills us by sticking in his throat." Putting the cards away he pours another glass. "As for your question of moving her... the roads are dangerous... the Count... I don't know that anywhere is safe from his influence***. But, if her brother believes the Abby will help... well, it is better to die moving than to die in a gibbet. And it sounds like that guy" He gestures towards Lucento. "It sounds like he will be able to heal the father while we go."
***Let me know if I can roll something to know if I know differently or if I know of someone whose wagon/horse we could use.
And thank you for the summary.