MistBusters - A Curse of Strahd PbP

Grim walks over to Adamars body and begins a slow methodical ritual. His face was dull and his voice has no feeling. "Flame to ashes...Stone to dust...part from this side if you must...broken by an evil clash...but know this truth...i will not stop till your killer is dust."

Bry stares at Adanmar's body as Grim performs the last rites, his teeth clench as he feels the power in his blood surge with his anger. 

The wolf whines and bites a random bat corpse (I'm assuming there are plenty). She lays her sprig of mistletoe on Adanmar, and howls again. A few minutes later she takes her sprig and lays by Nadi.

Nadi, who had been hiding under a nearby bench, emerges from her hiding place and give a low rumble with Wolfmudra. She too seems to be saddened by the passing of her friend.

It is somehow believed that in your last moment you can recall all your life in a blink of an eye...

What if your memories are not your memories? What if all your life can be restrained to one...precise...night...

Adanmar shouts to a younger....Adanmar? "Ruuun! Son.....Ruuuuuunnnnn! Go away!" The Shifter turns to the mist, and the little boy runs away desperately...crying ...that night a thick and milky mist haunted their village "Where are you? Show yourself bloody demon!" The answer is another flash of a blade, another corpse on the ground, another of his fellows slained, he doesn't know how many are still alive, he can saw blood and limbs on the blood darkened field,  an evil laugh fills the air "You shouldn't betray the Lord, all of you freaking hunters are gonna die tonight" a dark elf sprouts from the mist in front of the Shifter, he holds his wife with the end of a scimitar pressed on her neck "See? poor doggy? the Lord of Ravenloft always paid his debts"..the dark elf cut the throats of the woman and laugh while red blood sprays on the ground, Adanmar saw, for the first time, his mother die...the Shifter 

The Shifter roars and charges the elf...the evilish figure smiles and licks his lips... in a second he easily parries the incoming blow and pierce the chest of the Shifter with the scimitars, penetrating flesh, bones, and lungs..

"Ahahahah, now, while dying moron....where is your son Fellar? Where is Adanmar?"

Fellar smirks while spitting blood from his mouth "I will die instead, but don't worries, he has the gift, he will come, for you and your dear, lovely....Lord Strahd"

The dark elf shoves the hunter on the ground, "We will see bastard.....will see". The scimitar lowers towards him and then....nothing...or not?....a pulsing sensation of revenge and fury starts to fill that darkness....

"Seems a shame to lose a ranger to a swarm of bats.  He knew the risks involved with the job, just like the ones before, we all do.  Let's just hope he doesn't rise back up and decide we look tasty now.  Farewell Adanmar, you will be missed." 

((Thank you Adanmar, excellent post))

And so, as the last of you say your final words to your old compatriot, you bury him and put him to rest by the calm Tser Pool. There is an eerie beauty to this place. The mists of Barovia dance on the waters in a way that looks almost peaceful. However, in Barovia, you've learned that nothing is ever what it seems... and with that, you all return to the wagon, with your heavy hearts only outweighed by your heavy eyelids. You need sleep, mourning will come later. You have a job to finish. ((You all gain the benefit of a long rest, hit points jump back to full, spells recharge, etc. Also, Bry, can you roll me a d100?))

D100: 46

As morning dawns, you are all awoken to a strange noise, you hear Bry whining, "Feed me..." As you come to full consciousness, you see that the tiefling, or at least, most of the tiefling is gone.  All that is left of Bry is his horned head ontop of a leafy potted plant... You aren't too sure what happened here, but he continues to whine all the more. ((Bry! You turned into a potted plant! However, with the old Barovian twist, your a disembodied head on a potted plant. You also hunger for flesh, but that's aside the point. You've essentially become that one man-eating plant from Little Shop of Horrors))

Samudra howls in terror.  Samudra looks at the teifling in terror.

"Well that's not something you see everyday....."

((I have been sitting on this Wild Magic Surge since you guys fought the vampire in the basement xD))

George sigh.  "George no like this place," George mutter. 

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George sigh.  "George no like this place," George mutter. 

"A most excellent question my dear........perhaps one Bry himself can answer"  Elwarith says with slight amusement

((Too bad he couldn't have taken my first 100 sider rolll - nat 100, and it wasn't used for anything))

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((Too bad he couldn't have taken my first 100 sider rolll - nat 100, and it wasn't used for anything))

OOC: So the surge table shows this is for a round (6 seconds) is the magic of Barovia making it last longer?

Potted Bry looks to Ireena, he licks his lips and pouts them out, "I feel I need to express myself!" *casts Minor Illusion to create backing music*

Feed me! Feed me! Feed me!
Feed me Adanmar
Feed him to me all day long
That's right, girl
You can do it
Feed me, Adanmar
Feed him to me all day long
'Cause if you feed me, Adanmar
I can grow up big and strong

Would you like a fancy necklace?
Or some makeup for that pretty face?
How about a date at Strahd's Place?
You gonna git it.

How'd you like to be a big deal,
Dinin' on wine and cheese for every meal?
I'm the plant that can make it all real
You gonna git it

I'm your tiefling, I'm your fiend
I'm your willing slave
Take a chance, just feed me and
You know the kinda eats,
The kinda red hot treats
The kinda sticky licky sweets
I crave

Come on, Ireena, don't be Grim
Trust me and your life will surely be longer than his
Take some initiative, work up the guts
And you'll git it

"Old tribal shaman turn into potted plant once.  Apprentice say destroy plant, it turn back into shaman.  We destroy plant.  It turn back into shaman.  Only problem, shaman hurt by plant breaking.  We bury shaman next day." 

"Bry need work on singing.  Maybe Bry start by never singing again." 

"Perhaps George should go smash our singing petunia then?  Maybe Bry will have better luck..."