Curse of Strahd

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Fiachra croaks once, lowly, from above as the conversation continues. Gwyllen opens her eyes, still in her lotus-like pose and speaks, craning her neck towards Savid.  -

"Is this mansion the home of Stradh? I have no knowledge of this location.

More importantly, why in the nine hells are you here? I am of a mind not to trust you without knowing more... Please tell us everything you know. Leave nothing out. "

Her eyes sparkle and begin emitting lazy, honey colored flames which lick her brow and forehead as they disappear. She smiles alluringly, exuding a mixture of sensual and disturbing energy towards the elf. Waving her fingers in a slight arc, the stones around his feet warm comfortably and sparkles hop and bounce across his feet cheerfully... 

Persuasion - 8

Intimidation - 18

 He says " No need for intimidation ma'm, I lost my way in search of one of our own. I live in a camp outside of Vallaki. This is Argynvostholt where Argynvost, who was a silver dragon that liked to assume human forms, lived. In human guise, the noble dragon led a group of knights called the Order of the Silver Dragon. They gave shelter to refugees who had come to the valley to escape Strahd’s army. Strahd’s soldiers slew the dragon, destroyed the order, and sacked the mansion.Vistani and dusk elves avoid the mansion, believing that the dragon’s ghost haunts it.

Manneo - Seeing the display of intimidation shown towards the helpless elf says, "That is enough of that. These people have already had to suffer under a monster like Strahd and you would intimidate them further." He looks at Skorn being reminded of when he was stopped with the priest and then back to Gwyllen and says, "I too tried to intimdate someone who was only doing what they thought was best. I will have to live with that guilt for a while...so, will you." Looking at the group he says, "Let's find this camp the elf is talking about and make camp. We could all use the rest."

Savid says " This would be most wise. You could always come back once I have made it back to camp. I just can't be here anymore"

The flames in Gwyllen’s eye extinguish, her orange irises sparkling. An unnerving smile widens across her face as she cocks her head to the side with a playful expression.

“And how do you know that I am not the phantom avatar of that very Dragon? We’ve only just met!”

She voices a low giggle and coughs, a green flame jumping from her mouth as she flicks her tongue like a lizard. Setting her spear erect at her side, casually leaning against it, still sitting on the floor, she laughs again with a hollow, echo-less sound. The warmth around Savid grows slightly, phantom flames of sangria and puce appearing in a low ring around the elf. The ground around the flaming circle begins to crust over with icy crystals, melting and reforming continuously. 

Fiachra caws loudly from the balcony, almost as if in hysterical laughter. With a sharp pop, the flames abruptly cut out as Gwyllen snaps her fingers and winks at the elf in glee. The ice melts to a puddle under his feet, then turns to mist. 

“You’ll learn to love my sense of humor, I promise!" She blows a kiss to him and breaks into laughter, hold her side with her free hand. The expression quickly turns to a pained look though, and she scowls, coughing and looking suddenly pale and sickly.

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She looks up at Manneo and nods her head, a trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth.

“No more games. Shall we proceed through this mansion and unveil this mystery?”

Mr. Greenleaf - Quickly looking between the Savid, Manneo and Gwyllen, Flyn will soundlessly mouth out "What the heck is going on."

"Oh, it's all in good fun! I was just having a bit of a laugh with our elven friend here."

She shoots Savid a cheerful look and the edge of her mouth curls ever so slightly.

"How was your sleep, Flyn? I hope you're well rested for the battles ahead. I'm sure things will not be any easier moving forward."

Standing slowly with a grimace and wiping the blood from her lip, Gwyllen walks stiffly towards the North door. She leans heavily on her Hasta and presses her ear against the solid wood. 

"Mr. Greenleaf, would you come have a listen with me? I think I hear some rustling in the room beyond this barred door." 

Perception - 14

Mr. Greenleaf - Flyn will make his way over and position himself directly under Gwyllen and put his ear to the door slowing his breathing and listening for anything on the other side.

13 Perception

OOC: Friggen Strahd saying Flyn's name out loud, he didn't want to properly introduce himself lol.

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"Oh, it's all in good fun! I was just having a bit of a laugh with our elven friend here."

She shoots Savid a cheerful look and the edge of her mouth curls ever so slightly.

"How was your sleep, Flyn? I hope you're well rested for the battles ahead. I'm sure things will not be any easier moving forward."

Standing slowly with a grimace and wiping the blood from her lip, Gwyllen walks stiffly towards the North door. She leans heavily on her Hasta and presses her ear against the solid wood. 

"Mr. Greenleaf, would you come have a listen with me? I think I hear some rustling in the room beyond this barred door." 

Perception - 14

 

 You can not hear anything but deathly silence, if you want to lift the bar it is a DC 15 strength check

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Mr. Greenleaf - Flyn will make his way over and position himself directly under Gwyllen and put his ear to the door slowing his breathing and listening for anything on the other side.

23 Perception

 There is nothing to hear

Mr. Greenleaf - Giving a tug at Gwyllen's pants "I believe that the coast is clear inside."

Gwyllen looks down at the halfling and grins. ”You sneaky fellow, how’d you get under my cloak? Most men spend a little more time with me before they have a chance to end up down there."  

Standing back from the door, she places both of her hands on the spear and sighs in contemplation -  “I’m not sure how much I would rely on what we can hear in a place like this, my friend. The dead have an affinity for relaxation unless they have something to devour, so they wouldn’t necessarily be shuffling about.”

She turns to the party - “What says we escort Savid back to the camp, and see if they have any advice or helpful supplies before we venture any deeper into this hellhole? Much could have changed in the time you’ve been inside. Time itself may be warped in twisted place like this. Savid - I promise, no more tricks, I'm sure you've had enough." 

He says " Thank you mam" " We need to go out through the front doors, up the trail and then take a right towards Vallaki but you will see a road to the just 50 ft before the front of the Sunset Gates." 

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He says " Thank you mam" " We need to go out through the front doors, up the trail and then take a right towards Vallaki but you will see a road to the just 50 ft before the front of the Sunset Gates." 

Gwyllen nods her head and replies to Savid - "Is the path you describe the way that everyone entered the building, so our path out may be clear? I find myself teleported here from parts unknown, so I am still learning of this place."

The Spirit Raven flutters its wings lightly, leaping from the balcony and lands solidly on her shoulder - "Fiachra here will fly ahead of us, no matter what the path ahead has in store. While she is close (100 feet ahead), I see with her eyes and hear with her ears. If she needs to scout further out, I will have to call her back to understand what she has seen". She scratches the raven under its beat with her forefinger and it croons softly. 

"Speaking of journeys through the dark - who here requires a torch to navigate the night?" 

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He says " Thank you mam" " We need to go out through the front doors, up the trail and then take a right towards Vallaki but you will see a road to the just 50 ft before the front of the Sunset Gates." 

 

Gwyllen nods her head and replies to Savid - "Is the path you describe the way that everyone entered the building, so our path out may be clear? I find myself teleported here from parts unknown, so I am still learning of this place."

The Spirit Raven flutters its wings lightly, leaping from the balcony and lands solidly on her shoulder - "Fiachra here will fly ahead of us, no matter what the path ahead has in store. While she is close (100 feet ahead), I see with her eyes and hear with her ears. If she needs to scout further out, I will have to call her back to understand what she has seen". She scratches the raven under its beat with her forefinger and it croons softly. 

"Speaking of journeys through the dark - who here requires a torch to navigate the night?" 

 Savid says " Yes, straight behind us, pass the dining hall, out through the foyer"

Skorn strength check for the barred door 4

The door is open and the doors fly open revealing a fog coming in slightly to the room now. Skorn says " I wanna see whats out there"

Gwyllen rolls her eyes. "Well so much for group decisions then."

In Sylvan Elvish speach rather than Common, she addresses Savid in an inflection known by the elves as a tone used for mourning the dead -  "I naa truly sorry, Savid.  Ta naa amin estela tanya lle utua lle men n'e en' sina death neuma ereb.  Lotesse i' tari's wings shelter lle tuulo' i' horrors hidien e' i' passages no' lle entula. "

(Any member of the group who understands Sylvan would hear - "I am truly sorry, Savid. May the Queen's Wings shelter you from the horrors these passages contain on your journey home.")

Savid says " If its ok, ill wait here for you all " He points to the wine celler

Torvin nods to Skorn and says: "Onward then"

Tucked behind the mansion is a fog-shrouded cemetery enclosed by a seven-foot-tall fence of wrought iron. In the northeast corner stands a mausoleum.