Dink does not take wine or drink, he just shakes his head, and pulls out his drinking horn, and pours his own drink. He then pulls out some of his rations and nibbles on it. After eatting, he will start ritual casting Detect Magic. Speak as soft as he can, as to not worry anyone else.
Skorn takes a seat, but politely declines the offer of food and drink. He seems mildly uncomfortable, and also suspicious. Thank you, and I too have some questions when you are done.
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Kellen Rivian(Level 12 Lore Bard)- Ghosts of Saltmarsh (cbaer8)
Ruven Gilrel (Level 4 Bladesinger)- The Shattered Obelisk
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.
Stanimir’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 to rest. Our leader, Madam Eva, knows all. Will you return to Barovia with us and speak with her?”
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Walking under one of the wagons towards the food "What do you mean Barovia? We're in Faerun near Phandelin..."
Getting close to the food Flyn will grab some with one hand and mash it into his face in a disgusting display while trying to sneak other bits of food into his pocket with the other hand.
Manneo - Pulling out the letter which was given to him, "This letter was given to me by the man that I had asked you about...why was it given to me? I am no hero and gave no indication that I would go on such a quest, yet he found me a tavern that I merely went into for a brief moment and picked me out of everyone else...seems odd."
Speaking with his mouth still semi packed with food "Wolves" munch munch munch "or dogs" munch munch "scared me into the fog" munch munch munch "I didn't get a letter."
Dink finishes his Ritual as he speaks "Oh Goddess Mystra give me your sight to see the weave, let me know what others cant. I do your will and you guide my way. This I beseech you!" Dink's eyes start to glow a light blue.
"I did not get a letter, I was searching the Ruins of Evermeet. Trying to find some tombs of the arch wizards of old, I had set my camp for the night, and try to fall of into a peaceful slumber. But my slumber was far from normal." Dink looks up and cast minor illusion to show the castle/keep that i seen in my dreams. "I seen the keep, and then somthing grab me and throw me in a basin of water, that happen to show me this camp, and you all..."
Dink glances around the area now with his vision able to pick up auras of magic.
Dink there are not any auras of magic except for Stanimir who is a mage. Stanimir says " If you choose to not come with us that is fine we will be on our way in the morning, but know your gods have no say here"
Torvin will wait and see what decisions his new friends will make but, feels we can either go talk to Madame Eva or continue to wander through the fog.
OOC: No, my first character was a half-orc and I just never changed the image he is a Goliath.
Cade Overhill/ Level 3 / Halfling / Bard - Talaveroth (sub-campaign 1)
Manneo "Bear Killer" Thuliaga / Level 1 / Goliath / Monk - Curse of Strahd
Torvin will take a seat with his new friends and accept the offer of wine and mutton he will say a silent prayer to Moradin before he partakes though.
Dink does not take wine or drink, he just shakes his head, and pulls out his drinking horn, and pours his own drink. He then pulls out some of his rations and nibbles on it. After eatting, he will start ritual casting Detect Magic. Speak as soft as he can, as to not worry anyone else.
Skorn takes a seat, but politely declines the offer of food and drink. He seems mildly uncomfortable, and also suspicious. Thank you, and I too have some questions when you are done.
Ready to DM and chew bubblegum. And I'm alllll outta bubblegum.
Kellen Rivian (Level 12 Lore Bard)- Ghosts of Saltmarsh (cbaer8)
Ruven Gilrel (Level 4 Bladesinger)- The Shattered Obelisk
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.
Stanimir’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 to rest. Our leader, Madam Eva, knows all. Will you return to Barovia with us and speak with her?”
Walking under one of the wagons towards the food "What do you mean Barovia? We're in Faerun near Phandelin..."
Getting close to the food Flyn will grab some with one hand and mash it into his face in a disgusting display while trying to sneak other bits of food into his pocket with the other hand.
12 Sleight of hand
Flynkin takes much food as will fit in his pockets. Stanimir says " I have not heard of this Faerun. You are in Barovia the land of our noble master"
Manneo - Pulling out the letter which was given to him, "This letter was given to me by the man that I had asked you about...why was it given to me? I am no hero and gave no indication that I would go on such a quest, yet he found me a tavern that I merely went into for a brief moment and picked me out of everyone else...seems odd."
Cade Overhill/ Level 3 / Halfling / Bard - Talaveroth (sub-campaign 1)
Manneo "Bear Killer" Thuliaga / Level 1 / Goliath / Monk - Curse of Strahd
Skorn pulls out his own. Yes, I received a similar letter, under similar circumstances. This prince...is his name von Zarovich?
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Kellen Rivian (Level 12 Lore Bard)- Ghosts of Saltmarsh (cbaer8)
Ruven Gilrel (Level 4 Bladesinger)- The Shattered Obelisk
"Stanimir after listening to your story......is it you who brought us here?"
Dink only looks up and nods, then goes back to finish his ritual.
The Vistani man says " We know not what brought you here but Madame Eva knows all, will you go with us to see her?"
Speaking with his mouth still semi packed with food "Wolves" munch munch munch "or dogs" munch munch "scared me into the fog" munch munch munch "I didn't get a letter."
Torvin's insight check on the Vistani man: 23
"I received no letter either...I was walking in the woods near Neverwinter and was surrounded by the fog and ended up here"
The man tells you no more and waits to see if you will go with him. He knows nothing of a letter or wolves or anything.
Dink finishes his Ritual as he speaks "Oh Goddess Mystra give me your sight to see the weave, let me know what others cant. I do your will and you guide my way. This I beseech you!" Dink's eyes start to glow a light blue.
"I did not get a letter, I was searching the Ruins of Evermeet. Trying to find some tombs of the arch wizards of old, I had set my camp for the night, and try to fall of into a peaceful slumber. But my slumber was far from normal." Dink looks up and cast minor illusion to show the castle/keep that i seen in my dreams. "I seen the keep, and then somthing grab me and throw me in a basin of water, that happen to show me this camp, and you all..."
Dink glances around the area now with his vision able to pick up auras of magic.
Dink there are not any auras of magic except for Stanimir who is a mage. Stanimir says " If you choose to not come with us that is fine we will be on our way in the morning, but know your gods have no say here"
Torvin will wait and see what decisions his new friends will make but, feels we can either go talk to Madame Eva or continue to wander through the fog.
ooc: We defiantly aren't in Kansas anymore :D
OOC: Haha you certainly are not