When Straad has risen to his feet again Barnaby will approach, a little too close, look straight up at him and start a good finger waggling that doesn't stop for the duration of the following...
Now yooooouuu look here young man. You say this is your DOHmain!?! Well you've got a lot of work to do. If you want to be a responsible leader, you'll need to start cleaning up the zombies, take care of the dangerous road conditions, and most of all, YOU should be the one to address the curse that infects this place. The fact that we have to come here and mop up your mess to help the poor gypsies, well....well...well it's just disappointing is all. I'm not mad really, so much as I am disappointed. It's time to get your act together and make Barovia a safe and inviting place to be. That's all. I've said what I have to say. Run along now.
Oh, and you should get some sun. It will help with your disposition as well as your complexion.
Barnaby will turn on his heel and stalk off to a dark corner where he will sit cross legged on the floor, stare into his lap, and mumble to himself.
Well Count, not friend, not enemy. It seems like you have some skills, that smoke trick looks handy. I'm happy to be done testing for the time being but who knows, seems I'm the only one around here who can't skry the future. Why would a fine and noble person such as yourself be interested in 3 travelers in your realm? (ignoring the reference to 4 the Count made) and hopefully we didn't deprive you of any servants down below.
Kif shifts the ax so it is resting handle down on the floor, with his hands resting on the head
Well friends, that was ...interesting... The count was very good at counting, he got all the way up to 4, which includes Fope. Something is going on here that make me a little squeevie. I almost had a brown pants alert when he smoked up the stairs. Doesn't exactly come across as a straight up benevolent ruler does he? So do we climb down from here and find the Berder or mayor now or maybe wait until morning?
Ah, invigorating. Let's have a walk around town and look for a nice pancake house. Meanwhile we'll see what other amenities and shops are available to us. Maybe there will be a book store or scroll shop where I can get some ideas for new spells.
As you stretch and feel the damp, fresh air on your face, you realize you still hear the wailing that you heard the night before. It's a woman's voice.
Well Barnaby, I can't enjoy pancakes with the hum of human cries rolling through the morning air. I wish I could, because pancakes are best enjoyed fresh after sleeping on the cold floor of a house forever pungent with the smell of rotting, crispy flesh. But unfortunately, it just can't be done. I need to find the source of this heinous sound, make it stop, and then collect a 'pain in the arse' tax, which I hope is enough to treat myself to breakfast.
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“Bah, I can always eat pancakes.” Barnaby will mutter, and then glumly go about the business of helping Puddin look for the stupid wailing lady.
Investigation:23
As they walk, Barnaby will look around for open businesses, if anyone is out and about, whatever other general lay of the land stuff that can be noted without any significant effort.
He feeds Tulip some dried meat and then she nestles into the hood of his robes for a nap.
Puddin has no trouble following the sound through the morning air, and leads you east - in the same direction Count Strahd had directed for the burgomaster's mansion - into a small town square.
The houses continue to look like they are in various states of decay. Even in the day, this place is colorless. You see three people on your way to the town square - one woman, and one man walking with a child - and they all stop and gawp at you as you pass. They are clearly not Visanti. They are dressed as village commoners, and, except when they are staring at you, they are moving quickly.
In the town square you see a couple of buildings that are not, apparently, residents. On the north side of the intersection, to your left, is a building that appears to be a tavern. The road continues to the east, and you can see that the village extends for quite some distance in that direction. Much further than it does back west, which is the direction you came from. To your right, the south, there is another road. There is a shop at the southeast corner of this intersection, with residences beyond it, on both sides. You are now close enough to the sound of the wailing, which is now just a moan, to sense that it is coming from the house that is just past the market, on the road south.
“Perhaps that tavern has pancakes. While we eat we can ask about the screaming lady. Certainly we’re not the first to notice. Maybe she’s got the belly scourge and we would just be embarrassing her if we interfered.”
Barnaby waves and smiles at the people who stare. “Good morning! I’m sure it’s going to be a beautiful day once this fog lifts.”
“Bah...don’t you kids know that breakfast is the most important meal of the day? Also, it might be nice to meet a few people other than Count Palepuss before we go around trying to solve all of this town’s problems. Those people gawking at us on the road looked like they could be zombies too.”
If Puddin and Kif still want to find Bob Marley and the wailer without trying to get some info first then Barnaby will grudgingly follow along.
Like most of the homes in the area, the one from which you hear the moaning is small. It's two stories, with boards nailed to the windows. You knock, with no response other than continued weeping, and you try the door, and discover it unlocked but barricaded from inside.
If you wanted to enter the house anyway, you could pry a couple of boards off one of the windows, or enter another way.
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When Straad has risen to his feet again Barnaby will approach, a little too close, look straight up at him and start a good finger waggling that doesn't stop for the duration of the following...
Now yooooouuu look here young man. You say this is your DOHmain!?! Well you've got a lot of work to do. If you want to be a responsible leader, you'll need to start cleaning up the zombies, take care of the dangerous road conditions, and most of all, YOU should be the one to address the curse that infects this place. The fact that we have to come here and mop up your mess to help the poor gypsies, well....well...well it's just disappointing is all. I'm not mad really, so much as I am disappointed. It's time to get your act together and make Barovia a safe and inviting place to be. That's all. I've said what I have to say. Run along now.
Oh, and you should get some sun. It will help with your disposition as well as your complexion.
Barnaby will turn on his heel and stalk off to a dark corner where he will sit cross legged on the floor, stare into his lap, and mumble to himself.
Kif stands his ground
Well Count, not friend, not enemy. It seems like you have some skills, that smoke trick looks handy. I'm happy to be done testing for the time being but who knows, seems I'm the only one around here who can't skry the future. Why would a fine and noble person such as yourself be interested in 3 travelers in your realm? (ignoring the reference to 4 the Count made) and hopefully we didn't deprive you of any servants down below.
Kif shifts the ax so it is resting handle down on the floor, with his hands resting on the head
He looks in turn at each of you, as you speak, but does not respond directly. I apologize for interrupting your rest. I did not intend to do so.
The Count turns back into mist and disappears down the ladder hole.
Well friends, that was ...interesting... The count was very good at counting, he got all the way up to 4, which includes Fope. Something is going on here that make me a little squeevie. I almost had a brown pants alert when he smoked up the stairs. Doesn't exactly come across as a straight up benevolent ruler does he? So do we climb down from here and find the Berder or mayor now or maybe wait until morning?
You have not yet a long rest, which may or may not be a factor in making that decision.
Did I get a short rest in after my watch ended and Barnabus Collins visited us?
"Well that's that. I honestly had no interest making friends or enemies....I just wanted a bed and breakfast. Well boys, I'm going back to bed."
She lies back down on the floor.
Yes.
Well there it is, Kif beds back down
The rest of the night passes without incident. You emerge from the house to find an overcast, cool autumn day.
Ah, invigorating. Let's have a walk around town and look for a nice pancake house. Meanwhile we'll see what other amenities and shops are available to us. Maybe there will be a book store or scroll shop where I can get some ideas for new spells.
As you stretch and feel the damp, fresh air on your face, you realize you still hear the wailing that you heard the night before. It's a woman's voice.
Well Barnaby, I can't enjoy pancakes with the hum of human cries rolling through the morning air. I wish I could, because pancakes are best enjoyed fresh after sleeping on the cold floor of a house forever pungent with the smell of rotting, crispy flesh. But unfortunately, it just can't be done. I need to find the source of this heinous sound, make it stop, and then collect a 'pain in the arse' tax, which I hope is enough to treat myself to breakfast.
Investigation: 21
“Bah, I can always eat pancakes.” Barnaby will mutter, and then glumly go about the business of helping Puddin look for the stupid wailing lady.
Investigation:23
As they walk, Barnaby will look around for open businesses, if anyone is out and about, whatever other general lay of the land stuff that can be noted without any significant effort.
He feeds Tulip some dried meat and then she nestles into the hood of his robes for a nap.
Puddin has no trouble following the sound through the morning air, and leads you east - in the same direction Count Strahd had directed for the burgomaster's mansion - into a small town square.
The houses continue to look like they are in various states of decay. Even in the day, this place is colorless. You see three people on your way to the town square - one woman, and one man walking with a child - and they all stop and gawp at you as you pass. They are clearly not Visanti. They are dressed as village commoners, and, except when they are staring at you, they are moving quickly.
In the town square you see a couple of buildings that are not, apparently, residents. On the north side of the intersection, to your left, is a building that appears to be a tavern. The road continues to the east, and you can see that the village extends for quite some distance in that direction. Much further than it does back west, which is the direction you came from. To your right, the south, there is another road. There is a shop at the southeast corner of this intersection, with residences beyond it, on both sides. You are now close enough to the sound of the wailing, which is now just a moan, to sense that it is coming from the house that is just past the market, on the road south.
“Perhaps that tavern has pancakes. While we eat we can ask about the screaming lady. Certainly we’re not the first to notice. Maybe she’s got the belly scourge and we would just be embarrassing her if we interfered.”
Barnaby waves and smiles at the people who stare. “Good morning! I’m sure it’s going to be a beautiful day once this fog lifts.”
It sounds like Puddin and Barnaby have two different ideas of what to do first. I’ll wait for you guys to sort it out.
Bold- let’s wait a bit on breakfast and find this wailing person
“Bah...don’t you kids know that breakfast is the most important meal of the day? Also, it might be nice to meet a few people other than Count Palepuss before we go around trying to solve all of this town’s problems. Those people gawking at us on the road looked like they could be zombies too.”
If Puddin and Kif still want to find Bob Marley and the wailer without trying to get some info first then Barnaby will grudgingly follow along.
Like most of the homes in the area, the one from which you hear the moaning is small. It's two stories, with boards nailed to the windows. You knock, with no response other than continued weeping, and you try the door, and discover it unlocked but barricaded from inside.
If you wanted to enter the house anyway, you could pry a couple of boards off one of the windows, or enter another way.