Skorn steps forward after glancing at Manneo and winking. Yes. We have traveled all the way from Barovia seeking shelter for this young lady here. That is all we ask.
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Kellen Rivian(Level 12 Lore Bard)- Ghosts of Saltmarsh (cbaer8)
Ruven Gilrel (Level 4 Bladesinger)- The Shattered Obelisk
Skorn shakes his head wearily and his shoulders slump a little. Yes, yes. Let us in, we will do what we can.
He says " Ahh I am sorry friend, you may leave Ireena here and she can stay at my home but you all must go do the favor before you are granted permission"
Ireena looks at you all like "If you leave me here by myself I will kill you"
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Skorn scowls and steps up to the gate. He growls: We have traveled a very long way. We have been attacked, chased, and pushed around. So far, I have been civil. We would like to come in with your permission. But I will be coming in either way.
As the Baron looks at you all he says "Look I don't want to start trouble. Lord knows we have enough of that with Strahd. However, once I grant you passage you must do what you came to do and leave unless you plan on helping after your errand".
As the Baron looks at you all he says "Look I don't want to start trouble. Lord knows we have enough of that with Strahd. However, once I grant you passage you must do what you came to do and leave unless you plan on helping after your errand".
Gwyllen notices the 55 year old gent' is now visibly angered. How many times can they possibly be waylaid trying to get Ireena home.
“And what, pray tell, is your name, kind Sir?
She nods her head to agree with Skorn. She looks the man dead in the eyes and lets out a low growl, her eyes sparkling crimson and emitting sulphuric mist.
As the Baron looks at you all he says "Look I don't want to start trouble. Lord knows we have enough of that with Strahd. However, once I grant you passage you must do what you came to do and leave unless you plan on helping after your errand".
Gwyllen notices the 55 year old gent' is now visibly angered. How many times can they possibly be waylaid trying to get Ireena home.
“And what, pray tell, is your name, kind Sir?
She nods her head to agree with Skorn. She looks the man dead in the eyes and lets out a low growl, her eyes sparkling crimson and emitting sulphuric mist.
The giant doors open, and reveal a mist-shrouded village beyond the wall is nothing more than a scattering of humble wooden cottages along dirt roads that stretch between stands of snow-dusted pine trees — so many trees, in fact, as to constitute a forest. To the northeast, gray cliffs rise sharply, and the road winding up to the abbey is easy to see from this vantage.
Skorn steps through, and stops next to the man, softening his features. We do not wish to cause trouble either, friend. And we will help you, if we can. This land has been working against us, however, and we have not had a safe rest in a while.
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Kellen Rivian(Level 12 Lore Bard)- Ghosts of Saltmarsh (cbaer8)
Ruven Gilrel (Level 4 Bladesinger)- The Shattered Obelisk
Skorn steps through, and stops next to the man, softening his features. We do not wish to cause trouble either, friend. And we will help you, if we can. This land has been working against us, however, and we have not had a safe rest in a while.
He says " If you have business with the Abbey perhaps they have residency for you there." "Good day"
The giant doors open, and reveal a mist-shrouded village beyond the wall is nothing more than a scattering of humble wooden cottages along dirt roads that stretch between stands of snow-dusted pine trees — so many trees, in fact, as to constitute a forest. To the northeast, gray cliffs rise sharply, and the road winding up to the abbey is easy to see from this vantage.
The switchback road that hugs the cliff is ten feet wide and covered with loose gravel and chunks of broken rock. The ascent is slow and somewhat treacherous, and the air grows colder as one nears the top.
At the far end of the walled hill you can see Even under gray skies, this pool at the north end of the village shimmers and sparkles. Near its shore sits an old gazebo on the verge of collapse. A wooden statue of a mournful, bare-chested man, its paint chipped and faded, stands in the gazebo with arms outstretched, as though waiting to be embraced.
The road from the village climbs above the mist to the wide ledge on which the abbey is perched. A light dusting of snow covers the trees and the rocky earth.
The gravel road passes between two small, stone outbuildings, to either side of which stretches a five-foot-high, three-foot-thick wall of jumbled stones held together with mortar. Blocking the road are iron gates attached to the outbuildings by rusty hinges. They appear to be unlocked. Viewed through the gates, the stone abbey stands quiet. Its two wings are joined by a fifteen-foot-high curtain wall. A belfry protrudes from the rooftop of the closer north wing, which also sports a chimney billowing gray smoke.
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Skorn steps forward after glancing at Manneo and winking. Yes. We have traveled all the way from Barovia seeking shelter for this young lady here. That is all we ask.
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Kellen Rivian (Level 12 Lore Bard)- Ghosts of Saltmarsh (cbaer8)
Ruven Gilrel (Level 4 Bladesinger)- The Shattered Obelisk
He says to you all " If you want passage here as this is something I can help you with you must help me."
Mr. Greenleaf - Rolling his eyes and muttering quietly "Everyone here needs help... geez."
OOC: YESSS! HAHAHA
Skorn shakes his head wearily and his shoulders slump a little. Yes, yes. Let us in, we will do what we can.
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Kellen Rivian (Level 12 Lore Bard)- Ghosts of Saltmarsh (cbaer8)
Ruven Gilrel (Level 4 Bladesinger)- The Shattered Obelisk
He says " Ahh I am sorry friend, you may leave Ireena here and she can stay at my home but you all must go do the favor before you are granted permission"
Ireena looks at you all like "If you leave me here by myself I will kill you"
Skorn scowls and steps up to the gate. He growls: We have traveled a very long way. We have been attacked, chased, and pushed around. So far, I have been civil. We would like to come in with your permission. But I will be coming in either way.
intimidation 7
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Kellen Rivian (Level 12 Lore Bard)- Ghosts of Saltmarsh (cbaer8)
Ruven Gilrel (Level 4 Bladesinger)- The Shattered Obelisk
As the Baron looks at you all he says "Look I don't want to start trouble. Lord knows we have enough of that with Strahd. However, once I grant you passage you must do what you came to do and leave unless you plan on helping after your errand".
Gwyllen notices the 55 year old gent' is now visibly angered. How many times can they possibly be waylaid trying to get Ireena home.
“And what, pray tell, is your name, kind Sir?
She nods her head to agree with Skorn. She looks the man dead in the eyes and lets out a low growl, her eyes sparkling crimson and emitting sulphuric mist.
“I think you should let us in, and do it now.”
Intimidation 20
Persuasion 6
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
My name is Baron Dimitri.
He say " Alright hurry up and come in"
The giant doors open, and reveal a mist-shrouded village beyond the wall is nothing more than a scattering of humble wooden cottages along dirt roads that stretch between stands of snow-dusted pine trees — so many trees, in fact, as to constitute a forest. To the northeast, gray cliffs rise sharply, and the road winding up to the abbey is easy to see from this vantage.
Skorn steps through, and stops next to the man, softening his features. We do not wish to cause trouble either, friend. And we will help you, if we can. This land has been working against us, however, and we have not had a safe rest in a while.
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Kellen Rivian (Level 12 Lore Bard)- Ghosts of Saltmarsh (cbaer8)
Ruven Gilrel (Level 4 Bladesinger)- The Shattered Obelisk
He says " If you have business with the Abbey perhaps they have residency for you there." "Good day"
Shivering against the cold, Gwyllen shrugs and follows the others, looking at the details of the abbey as they draw closer to the building.
Religion - 12
Perception - 2
Gwyllen Øyvund - Level 4 / Human Variant / Warlock, Fey Touched Archanist of the Raven Queen - Death Inspectors
Torment Malichar - Level 8 / Tiefling / Druid of the Underdark, Cleric of Mielikki - Knights of the Hanging Chicken (Team 3)
Master Shovel of the Sandbox - Bane of Kerakys
To the Northeast then
Manneo - Follows closely behind the group
Cade Overhill/ Level 3 / Halfling / Bard - Talaveroth (sub-campaign 1)
Manneo "Bear Killer" Thuliaga / Level 1 / Goliath / Monk - Curse of Strahd
Skorn tries to keep an eye out for anything suspicious.
perception 6
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Kellen Rivian (Level 12 Lore Bard)- Ghosts of Saltmarsh (cbaer8)
Ruven Gilrel (Level 4 Bladesinger)- The Shattered Obelisk
The switchback road that hugs the cliff is ten feet wide and covered with loose gravel and chunks of broken rock. The ascent is slow and somewhat treacherous, and the air grows colder as one nears the top.
At the far end of the walled hill you can see Even under gray skies, this pool at the north end of the village shimmers and sparkles. Near its shore sits an old gazebo on the verge of collapse. A wooden statue of a mournful, bare-chested man, its paint chipped and faded, stands in the gazebo with arms outstretched, as though waiting to be embraced.
The road from the village climbs above the mist to the wide ledge on which the abbey is perched. A light dusting of snow covers the trees and the rocky earth.
The gravel road passes between two small, stone outbuildings, to either side of which stretches a five-foot-high, three-foot-thick wall of jumbled stones held together with mortar. Blocking the road are iron gates attached to the outbuildings by rusty hinges. They appear to be unlocked. Viewed through the gates, the stone abbey stands quiet. Its two wings are joined by a fifteen-foot-high curtain wall. A belfry protrudes from the rooftop of the closer north wing, which also sports a chimney billowing gray smoke.