MistBusters - A Curse of Strahd PbP

Davmorn casts Spare the Dying on Elwarith as a bonus action. Davmorn will then rush toward group 2 and cast Word of Radiance (10, 19, 19) for 7 radiant damage. With a flare, two blights are scattered into the wind, yet one holds on. Grim is next, and hopefully last!

Elwarith sleeps peacefully on top of the roof of the winery, in the rain, with his teammates fighting all around him.

OOC: I'd heal ya buddy, but I am merely a force of destruction :(

(OOC - at least Davmorn stabilized me so I don't have to do death saves)

Grim stands in the rain, looking at each of his teammates. He watches as the rain steams of Bry, a cloak of fire roaring behind him. He looks at the unconscious Elwarith, and sees shadows cover him, and try to grab at others. Davmorn is almost to bright to look at, sheltered by the literal mountain of George, covered in red Rock and vines. He looks down at his hands and sees the pulsing wood, almost like a heart, and the voices of his village whispering in his ears. The blight begins to talk to him.

"Your tree cannot save you now. The madness......no I do not have madness I have a vision, and you are not in this vision. THIS. IS. VENGEANCE." Grim responds. He swings his Quarterstaff at it's head, it stumbles back, dodging the blow. It reaches the edges of the roof, and grim takes out it's knee. As it sits there, kneeling, grim places his foot on it's chest and leans down to whisper into it's ear. "Spread the word in the afterlife, make room, because there is more comming. From, the Grim Reaper." As he finishes he pushes it of the roof, watching it shatter.

As the last blight shatters across the ground, the winery lies silent. The blood-hungry infestation has been dealt with. Davmorn purifies the remaining vats of wine, restoring them to normal, if not a bit better some might say. Davian, the owner of the Wizards of Wine, emerges from the forest alongside his family to greet you. “Thank you all. You have done my family a great favor. We are in your debt. Please, we ask that you stay with us for the night. Allow us to feed you and give you the night’s sleep that you deserve. Come, in the morning you shall leave, but tonight, let us enjoy fellowship.”

In the evening, after rest and a good meal, Davian requests to speak with you all. He sits at the end of the long dining room table, his family flocking at its sides. He turns to Bry, “Devil’s son, Bry was it? You were correct when we first met. I was not being entirely honest with you. However, you have earned the trust of my family and, by extension, me. My family and I are members of a secret organization. We are the Keepers of the Feather, and we are wereravens. We oppose the dark rule of this world, and seek to bring what light we can. Our seeds, that you seemed to know of somehow, are three gems, blessed by the land. One was stolen ten years ago, by who we do not know, under the nose of my son, Urwin. The second was stolen by the witch, Baba Yaga, mere months ago. The last of our seeds was stolen by the druids, with whom you are familar. They have taken it to Yester Hill. Without the seeds, the darkness of the land will choke our fields, and wine will flow no longer. I tell you this to ask you to once again help my family.”

"George think were-raven good at steal pretty rock?"  Never mind were-raven, George think? 

“You are correct. We are the eyes and ears of the hope in this land. It is our job to be sneaky, as you put it. However, the druids have not only stolen it, but from what our spies have learned, are putting it to use beneath the earth. You have seen their handywork already. Those contemptible blights. They use the gem for purposes we fear may relate to such creatures.”

"What do these gems do exactly?" Bry says, interested to say the least.

“Nothing grows in Barovia. Nothing that Strahd does not want anyway. The gems allow our crop to grow. The first was the most powerful, the second likewise, the third was our last bastion. Wine, however silly it may seem, comforts the broken hearts of these people. Without the gems holding back the pervasive corruption of the land, the vines will choke and die. The power of the seeds is to allow growth, to give life, and such power is easily corrupted...”

Elwarith will nurse his injuries with a fine bottle of wine from the cellar.

Bry looks to the rest of the Mistbusters then back to Davian, "I think we all want to stick it to Strahd for our own reasons, what else can you tell us about these Druids? I think they should probably be the first ones to go since they so readily attacked the winery"

Davian nods, “The druids, they worship Strahd as most other vile things do. They see his total control of these lands as a sign of nature. They worship nature, nature is controlled by Strahd, and so Strahd controls the druids. However, not all are so magically inclined, the forces we managed to hold off were barbaric. They were maddened men and women, swinging blades no matter how severe their wounds. Horrible and terrifying creatures.”

"That is terrifying, I guess we will just have to have George use his axe to remove their arms...can't swing a blade then." Bry motions to Elwarith to hand him the bottle of wine so he can partake. "Where do these Druids call home?"

“They are scattered throughout Yester Hill. They call themselves the circle of the Misty Wall.”

"How quaint, what do you say Mistbusters, ready to bust down a Misty wall?"

"a fine tongue twister if I've ever heard one Bry..." and he will pass the bottle 

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"How quaint, what do you say Mistbusters, ready to bust down a Misty wall?"

"I certainly feel like breaking more bones," Grim says as he pulls out vampire teeth, "do know anyone that can make some knuckle dusters out of these?"