Tahnis' eyes widen when Shayne mentions vampires and Strahd Von Zarovich. His face suddenly goes sour as he shakes his head. "I think you're right, we may have bitten off more than we can chew. Vampires ... My parents seldom spoke about vampires. We visited what supposedly was a vampire's castle, though father said it might be kender tales. I think we need to speak to this Madam Eva."
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I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Then I would suggest that, with her permission, that we try the Sleep spell and then, when she is hopefully resting quietly, I do the Identify ritual...
Gekks stutters and is taken a little back “S-Sorry, sorry I didnt mean anything by it I just ah don’t particularly know what to call you...”Gekks looks embarrassed. He rolls a small crystalline orb in his hands
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Tahnis nods at the rest of the group. "I think we'll have more questions answered when we get to our next destination." He glances at Silent Blade. "What should we call you? Do you have a preference, sides the two words?"
During the rest of the trip, Tahnis will check in on the group, as well as speak with Adaine more, trying to learn more about the Vistani, their food and even some songs. When they are alone, he will ask her about vampires from her homeland while maintaining that he doesn't believe the Vistani are vampires, or else they would have killed them.
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I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Gadhan you first attempt to help Minerva by guiding her through prayer, and the eventual use of your spells granted to you by Olidammara. (Roll Religion w/ advantage for prayer) You eventually learn that your casting of Heroism is far too brief for it truly help Minerva sleep through the night, but whenever you cast Protection from Good and Evil she is able to sleep peacefully for the 10 minutes that the spell lasts. However it’s only a temporary reprieve before the spell ends, and she returns to whimpering in fear or trembling with terror as she sleeps.
At the Vistani Camp...
Gadhan, after sharing your woes and Minerva’s nightmares with your party, your new bard companion offers to help. You both approach her with the offer to magically put her to sleep and identify the issue. After which you’d see her immediately give Gadhan a look of anger and betrayal, she appears red with shame before saying to Gadhan,
“Why would you tell him about that?! That was between us, something you only know because I didn’t want to be alone in the night with them for once! You think your coming to save the damsel in distress by pitying me?! You think you two can change everything after I’ve already been dealing with this my whole life?! Like I already haven’t tried every possible answer?!” She appears in hysterics, both crying and screaming at Gadhan in anger. She follows this by saying she should never have told him anything, and that he is only trying to help so he can get her back in bed. The entire time she is pushing the large form of the Goliath, but likely doesn’t even move him an inch. Her petite form burning with rage, she suddenly punches a tree you’d all been camped by, her hand visibly cracking and bleeding at the impact. But she doesn’t react from the pain and instead falls to the ground onto her knees, in sobs. Before any of you can react you see Adaine rush out towards Minerva’s crumpled, sobbing form. She looks to Gadhan with a bit of a glare before you all see her gently grab Minerva’s chin and talk to her with a whispered voice. The rest of you would be witness to this, seeing the confrontation happen and the reaction of the rest of the Vistani. They all look upon both of the women with sad expressions and some even display clear pity in their eyes. Not a single member doesn’t look to Minerva with worry, yet they all don’t seem surprised and wait for Adaine to help the beautiful Vistana. Some shoot Gadhan sympathetic looks but others shake their head in disappointment.
Ratka will look for the Goliath after the events and explain to him not to feel too bad, that Minerva is brain sick. That she cannot control how she feels all the time and that he’s better off just looking for a normal girl to f**k if he wants to avoid complications. He even points out some other attractive Vistani woman who hungrily scan the form of the large Goliath. He says that Minerva gets attached easily and will probably be over it in no time, he’s about 50% sure of that at least.
Tahnis:
Every time you ask Adaine about vampires in her homeland she would only let him know of the basics of of vampirism, that of which Tahnis would likely already know of from basic study of the arcane. She generally follows up his questions by saying that Madam Eva would know these answers but unfortunately all she can guess is that maybe vampire wouldn’t enjoy garlic? She says this with a laugh and laughs a little too long at her own comment. Then explicitly explains that her joke is funny because can you imagine a scary vampire dying to some vegetable, in case you didn’t catch it the first time.
(Double 19s! Crazy Roll!) You find yourself laying outside of Minerva’s tent that night in the cold, dew covered grass field the Vistani had chosen to settle into that night. You find yourself, at a point throughout the night, simply awake and staring out at the sky. You’ve likely been drinking with the Vistani that night so it may be the wine, but you swear you begin to see the stars rearrange themselves into that of a jester’s mask with swirled facial features. You can swear it looks down on you with a bit of the smile, and you feel the alcohol flowing through your blood warm you to your core. It fills you with a warmth akin to familial pride, and you feel a wave of approval rush from a body less source, seeing you not give up quite yet on Minerva. However as the Vistani begin to play their music you swear that you hear the cords of the instruments themselves sing to you in a beautiful, ethereal whisper,
There once was a gal, with gumption and soul
Her mind was a prison, and it paid a toll
He holds her heart in his hand, and won’t let her stand
For the love of a king, is never that grand
Visual of the Shape of Constellation:
After the final lyric the stars return as they were, and Gadhan is warm the rest of night despite the normally cold weather.
(Gadhan, you now have a luck point that can be expended whenever you wish. This point is special in that you can use it to reroll one any of your rolls or Minerva’s as well. It doesn’t expire as well and will stay with you until used)
The night at the camp Gekks would go to find Gadhan "You know its funny. You were just doing something nice but she took it as a great offense. I can't help but understand that myself i suppose. Stuck with a problem that you dont want your whole life youre really bound to have tried everything you could think and really really dont like to hear someone thinking they can fix the problem for you. I think usually it's because they dont want it to be your problem too. Or maybe it because we're- er I mean they're afraid of what release from it might bring." Gekks pulls out a small flask of Whiskey and offers it to the Goliath "Fancy a sip?"
Gadhan finishes the flask, then gives Gekk a the half empty bottle of wine that he was drinking from. Then pulls out another one and starts to drink from it. "That's the thing about people like us. We like being broken almost. It's comforting, you know. And way easier to drink, <✓¢&, and fight than it is to do anything else."
"Forgive us, Miss Minerva," Shayne would have said in reaction to her blowing up at the offer to help. "You say you have tried everything, but men are inherently stupid, conceited creatures who only ever believe a thing impossible when they themselves have failed at it. Still, hopefully we are not so stupid as to persist in unwanted efforts. You prefer we not try, so we shall not. My apologies for upsetting you..." With that, Shayne would have bowed and backpedaled away from the hysterical woman.
Any time left on the journal would have been spent in typical ways for Shayne - Drinking with the others (though always less than it seemed he drank), swinging and listening to others sing, exchanging tales and jokes and occasionally just enjoying the quiet sounds of the camp. Shayne McGowan would make casual attempts to get to know those in the adventuring party better, not being intrusive or probing in his inquiries but just companionable, lighthearted and friendly.
He'd have made very subtle and gentle attempts to be kind to Silent Blade - keeping an eye out for subtle ways to assist them, stepping back if it seems it's unwanted. The Kenku is one of the most unusual people Shayne has ever met in person and he imagines that has to be a tough road for them to walk so he just strives to make it a bit easier, if possible. Mainly out of general compassion, partly out of a belief it best to befriend one so stealthy and potentially deadly... And also just out of a bit of fascination over their mimicry skills and curiosity if these skills could somehow be adapted to his music in some way...
Otherwise, Shayne enjoys the days, sleeps through the nights, and awaits what life brings.
Gekks stutters and is taken a little back “S-Sorry, sorry I didnt mean anything by it I just ah don’t particularly know what to call you...”Gekks looks embarrassed. He rolls a small crystalline orb in his hands
Her head cocks slowly to the side, her black eyes cold. The Dagger seems to disappear as quickly as it appeared. A gruff, gravely voice comes out of her lips, "It's name is", and then there is the sound of a weapon being drawn from a sheath, quickly followed by the sound of a blade sliding into flesh. She ruffles the feathers on her head and neck and walks over to the edge of the camp.
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Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
"Personally I prefer the more ribald Limericks but it's evocative enough, I suppose," Shayne answers slowly, biding himself time to dig through his memories and try to recall if he had heard this particular ditty before. He recalls a few similar turns of phrase and such but nothing really hitting all the same tones.
"Songs range from nonsense to life changing, from mere rhyming words to real works of art. I'd put this somewhere in the middle, I suppose, if it was just a snippet I heard in a tavern or such, but you think this may have come from Olidammara?" Shayne pauses and examines Gadhan's face looking for tells that perhaps the huge warrior was pulling his leg... "Well not every songs truly means anything but if this came down from a god I would imagine it's not just an ear worm."
Shayne hums the song to himself once or twice, tempted to try to reword it to make it a bit catchier but resisting the urge - One shouldn't meddle with gods without good reason. "Well on the face of it the lyrics would seem to tell of a brave, lively girl somehow trapped inside her own head, held prisoner by a king whose love for her is unrequited. Not the most unique of themes but if it did come from Olidammara? To you, personally? Recently? Well if I believed all that, my good man, I would have to be looking to a girl you know with a troubled head and worry about her powerful king and his jealousies... If I believed it all..."
It’s a particularly dark night on the roads as you all travel with the Vistani wagons along a trail that’d branched off from the Trade Way about a day ago. It was a trail that wasn’t marked on any map, and for those of you well versed in the lands of Faerun, you’re not sure where this trail could actually lead you other then masses of forest. The Vistani had chosen to ride through this particular night, so each wagon has torches lit near to guide them through the inky black. You all feel the wind suddenly come to a stop, akin to someone holding their breathe in hopes no one hears them. The night feels cold as it bites at your skin, suddenly not even the furs or cloaks being used from before are enough to keep you warm. The Vistani noticeably quiet down, as if also affected by an unseen force eating up the sound of night. You only hear your own breathes as you all begin to notice a thick, white fog begin to envelop the caravan of travelers. It completely surrounds you, watching from all sides. The torches from before are snuffed out, and for but a few couple seconds you are all left alone in the black. Trees to you become grey ghosts skulking in the endless fog, and the unusual silence of the usually rowdy wanderers evokes an aura of tension. Though you’re not sure why.
The traveling band you accompany spends 2 hours wandering through the fog, and following the trail until you feel it finally release you. Vision now clear, you all find yourselves still traveling along a path but everything looks a bit different then before. You all now see black pools of water that stand like dark mirrors in and around the muddy roadway you now travel upon. Giant trees loom on both sides of the road, their branches clawing at the mist as you exit. You travel along your muddy path for a bit more until the fog spills out of the forest to swallow up the road behind you. Ahead, jutting from the impenetrable woods on both sides of the road, are high stone buttresses looming gray in the fog. Huge iron gates hang on the stonework. Dew clings with cold tenacity to the rusted bars. Two headless statues of armed guardians flank the gate, their heads now lying among the weeds at their feet. They greet you only with silence.
As you approach this grand looking entrance, the ancient metal gates moan with age as they slowly open to Stanimir’s leading wagon that nears closer. They remain open as all the wagons pass through, until both gates slowly creak to return to one another after the final caravan has passed. Passing the gates the party enters a forest filled with towering trees, whose tops are lost in heavy gray mist, blocking out all but a death-gray light. The tree trunks are unnaturally close to one another, and the woods have the silence of a forgotten grave, yet exude the feeling of an unvoiced scream.
The darkness envelops the traveling caravan as you all travel along your path. You’d all noticed that most of your Vistani traveling companions have been silent through the process of passing through, but they all now look into the black of night with a haunted familiarity. Any Vistani the party finds themselves near tell them,
“It won’t be long now until we see Madam Eva.”
They then look to you all before their eyes return to the shadows that seem to follow you all like a silent crowd and then with a soft voice say,
Tahnis' eyes widen when Shayne mentions vampires and Strahd Von Zarovich. His face suddenly goes sour as he shakes his head. "I think you're right, we may have bitten off more than we can chew. Vampires ... My parents seldom spoke about vampires. We visited what supposedly was a vampire's castle, though father said it might be kender tales. I think we need to speak to this Madam Eva."
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
I think Gadhan would have shared, at nothing else in flustration over the lack of fun at night.
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Then I would suggest that, with her permission, that we try the Sleep spell and then, when she is hopefully resting quietly, I do the Identify ritual...
Gekks stutters and is taken a little back “S-Sorry, sorry I didnt mean anything by it I just ah don’t particularly know what to call you...” Gekks looks embarrassed. He rolls a small crystalline orb in his hands
Bardic Inspiration is just someone believing in you, and I believe in you
Tahnis nods at the rest of the group. "I think we'll have more questions answered when we get to our next destination." He glances at Silent Blade. "What should we call you? Do you have a preference, sides the two words?"
During the rest of the trip, Tahnis will check in on the group, as well as speak with Adaine more, trying to learn more about the Vistani, their food and even some songs. When they are alone, he will ask her about vampires from her homeland while maintaining that he doesn't believe the Vistani are vampires, or else they would have killed them.
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Gadhan:
Gadhan you first attempt to help Minerva by guiding her through prayer, and the eventual use of your spells granted to you by Olidammara. (Roll Religion w/ advantage for prayer) You eventually learn that your casting of Heroism is far too brief for it truly help Minerva sleep through the night, but whenever you cast Protection from Good and Evil she is able to sleep peacefully for the 10 minutes that the spell lasts. However it’s only a temporary reprieve before the spell ends, and she returns to whimpering in fear or trembling with terror as she sleeps.
At the Vistani Camp...
Gadhan, after sharing your woes and Minerva’s nightmares with your party, your new bard companion offers to help. You both approach her with the offer to magically put her to sleep and identify the issue. After which you’d see her immediately give Gadhan a look of anger and betrayal, she appears red with shame before saying to Gadhan,
“Why would you tell him about that?! That was between us, something you only know because I didn’t want to be alone in the night with them for once! You think your coming to save the damsel in distress by pitying me?! You think you two can change everything after I’ve already been dealing with this my whole life?! Like I already haven’t tried every possible answer?!” She appears in hysterics, both crying and screaming at Gadhan in anger.
She follows this by saying she should never have told him anything, and that he is only trying to help so he can get her back in bed. The entire time she is pushing the large form of the Goliath, but likely doesn’t even move him an inch. Her petite form burning with rage, she suddenly punches a tree you’d all been camped by, her hand visibly cracking and bleeding at the impact. But she doesn’t react from the pain and instead falls to the ground onto her knees, in sobs. Before any of you can react you see Adaine rush out towards Minerva’s crumpled, sobbing form. She looks to Gadhan with a bit of a glare before you all see her gently grab Minerva’s chin and talk to her with a whispered voice.
The rest of you would be witness to this, seeing the confrontation happen and the reaction of the rest of the Vistani. They all look upon both of the women with sad expressions and some even display clear pity in their eyes. Not a single member doesn’t look to Minerva with worry, yet they all don’t seem surprised and wait for Adaine to help the beautiful Vistana. Some shoot Gadhan sympathetic looks but others shake their head in disappointment.
Ratka will look for the Goliath after the events and explain to him not to feel too bad, that Minerva is brain sick. That she cannot control how she feels all the time and that he’s better off just looking for a normal girl to f**k if he wants to avoid complications. He even points out some other attractive Vistani woman who hungrily scan the form of the large Goliath. He says that Minerva gets attached easily and will probably be over it in no time, he’s about 50% sure of that at least.
Tahnis:
Every time you ask Adaine about vampires in her homeland she would only let him know of the basics of of vampirism, that of which Tahnis would likely already know of from basic study of the arcane. She generally follows up his questions by saying that Madam Eva would know these answers but unfortunately all she can guess is that maybe vampire wouldn’t enjoy garlic? She says this with a laugh and laughs a little too long at her own comment. Then explicitly explains that her joke is funny because can you imagine a scary vampire dying to some vegetable, in case you didn’t catch it the first time.
That night Gadhan would sleep outside of the tent of Minerva. Tell her she is only half right about the getting laid part.
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Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
(double 19s, so, so close.)
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Gadhan:
(Double 19s! Crazy Roll!)
You find yourself laying outside of Minerva’s tent that night in the cold, dew covered grass field the Vistani had chosen to settle into that night. You find yourself, at a point throughout the night, simply awake and staring out at the sky. You’ve likely been drinking with the Vistani that night so it may be the wine, but you swear you begin to see the stars rearrange themselves into that of a jester’s mask with swirled facial features. You can swear it looks down on you with a bit of the smile, and you feel the alcohol flowing through your blood warm you to your core. It fills you with a warmth akin to familial pride, and you feel a wave of approval rush from a body less source, seeing you not give up quite yet on Minerva. However as the Vistani begin to play their music you swear that you hear the cords of the instruments themselves sing to you in a beautiful, ethereal whisper,
There once was a gal, with gumption and soul
Her mind was a prison, and it paid a toll
He holds her heart in his hand, and won’t let her stand
For the love of a king, is never that grand
Visual of the Shape of Constellation:
After the final lyric the stars return as they were, and Gadhan is warm the rest of night despite the normally cold weather.
(Gadhan, you now have a luck point that can be expended whenever you wish. This point is special in that you can use it to reroll one any of your rolls or Minerva’s as well. It doesn’t expire as well and will stay with you until used)
The night at the camp Gekks would go to find Gadhan "You know its funny. You were just doing something nice but she took it as a great offense. I can't help but understand that myself i suppose. Stuck with a problem that you dont want your whole life youre really bound to have tried everything you could think and really really dont like to hear someone thinking they can fix the problem for you. I think usually it's because they dont want it to be your problem too. Or maybe it because we're- er I mean they're afraid of what release from it might bring." Gekks pulls out a small flask of Whiskey and offers it to the Goliath "Fancy a sip?"
Bardic Inspiration is just someone believing in you, and I believe in you
Gadhan finishes the flask, then gives Gekk a the half empty bottle of wine that he was drinking from. Then pulls out another one and starts to drink from it. "That's the thing about people like us. We like being broken almost. It's comforting, you know. And way easier to drink, <✓¢&, and fight than it is to do anything else."
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
"Forgive us, Miss Minerva," Shayne would have said in reaction to her blowing up at the offer to help. "You say you have tried everything, but men are inherently stupid, conceited creatures who only ever believe a thing impossible when they themselves have failed at it. Still, hopefully we are not so stupid as to persist in unwanted efforts. You prefer we not try, so we shall not. My apologies for upsetting you..." With that, Shayne would have bowed and backpedaled away from the hysterical woman.
Any time left on the journal would have been spent in typical ways for Shayne - Drinking with the others (though always less than it seemed he drank), swinging and listening to others sing, exchanging tales and jokes and occasionally just enjoying the quiet sounds of the camp. Shayne McGowan would make casual attempts to get to know those in the adventuring party better, not being intrusive or probing in his inquiries but just companionable, lighthearted and friendly.
He'd have made very subtle and gentle attempts to be kind to Silent Blade - keeping an eye out for subtle ways to assist them, stepping back if it seems it's unwanted. The Kenku is one of the most unusual people Shayne has ever met in person and he imagines that has to be a tough road for them to walk so he just strives to make it a bit easier, if possible. Mainly out of general compassion, partly out of a belief it best to befriend one so stealthy and potentially deadly... And also just out of a bit of fascination over their mimicry skills and curiosity if these skills could somehow be adapted to his music in some way...
Otherwise, Shayne enjoys the days, sleeps through the nights, and awaits what life brings.
"It certainly is easier to hide away..." Gekks gingerly sips the bottle
Bardic Inspiration is just someone believing in you, and I believe in you
Her head cocks slowly to the side, her black eyes cold. The Dagger seems to disappear as quickly as it appeared. A gruff, gravely voice comes out of her lips, "It's name is", and then there is the sound of a weapon being drawn from a sheath, quickly followed by the sound of a blade sliding into flesh. She ruffles the feathers on her head and neck and walks over to the edge of the camp.
Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
Gadhan shares the sogn he heard with Shayne, "Your also of music, what do you make of this?"
There once was a gal, with gumption and soul
Her mind was a prison, and it paid a toll
He holds her heart in his hand, and won’t let her stand
For the love of a king, is never that grand
"I think it was from Olidammara himself."
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
"Personally I prefer the more ribald Limericks but it's evocative enough, I suppose," Shayne answers slowly, biding himself time to dig through his memories and try to recall if he had heard this particular ditty before. He recalls a few similar turns of phrase and such but nothing really hitting all the same tones.
"Songs range from nonsense to life changing, from mere rhyming words to real works of art. I'd put this somewhere in the middle, I suppose, if it was just a snippet I heard in a tavern or such, but you think this may have come from Olidammara?" Shayne pauses and examines Gadhan's face looking for tells that perhaps the huge warrior was pulling his leg... "Well not every songs truly means anything but if this came down from a god I would imagine it's not just an ear worm."
Shayne hums the song to himself once or twice, tempted to try to reword it to make it a bit catchier but resisting the urge - One shouldn't meddle with gods without good reason. "Well on the face of it the lyrics would seem to tell of a brave, lively girl somehow trapped inside her own head, held prisoner by a king whose love for her is unrequited. Not the most unique of themes but if it did come from Olidammara? To you, personally? Recently? Well if I believed all that, my good man, I would have to be looking to a girl you know with a troubled head and worry about her powerful king and his jealousies... If I believed it all..."
Tahnis will laugh at the jokes as well as they continue their way to Madam Eva.
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
It’s a particularly dark night on the roads as you all travel with the Vistani wagons along a trail that’d branched off from the Trade Way about a day ago. It was a trail that wasn’t marked on any map, and for those of you well versed in the lands of Faerun, you’re not sure where this trail could actually lead you other then masses of forest. The Vistani had chosen to ride through this particular night, so each wagon has torches lit near to guide them through the inky black. You all feel the wind suddenly come to a stop, akin to someone holding their breathe in hopes no one hears them. The night feels cold as it bites at your skin, suddenly not even the furs or cloaks being used from before are enough to keep you warm.
The Vistani noticeably quiet down, as if also affected by an unseen force eating up the sound of night. You only hear your own breathes as you all begin to notice a thick, white fog begin to envelop the caravan of travelers. It completely surrounds you, watching from all sides. The torches from before are snuffed out, and for but a few couple seconds you are all left alone in the black. Trees to you become grey ghosts skulking in the endless fog, and the unusual silence of the usually rowdy wanderers evokes an aura of tension. Though you’re not sure why.
The traveling band you accompany spends 2 hours wandering through the fog, and following the trail until you feel it finally release you. Vision now clear, you all find yourselves still traveling along a path but everything looks a bit different then before. You all now see black pools of water that stand like dark mirrors in and around the muddy roadway you now travel upon. Giant trees loom on both sides of the road, their branches clawing at the mist as you exit.
You travel along your muddy path for a bit more until the fog spills out of the forest to swallow up the road behind you. Ahead, jutting from the impenetrable woods on both sides of the road, are high stone buttresses looming gray in the fog. Huge iron gates hang on the stonework. Dew clings with cold tenacity to the rusted bars. Two headless statues of armed guardians flank the gate, their heads now lying among the weeds at their feet. They greet you only with silence.
As you approach this grand looking entrance, the ancient metal gates moan with age as they slowly open to Stanimir’s leading wagon that nears closer. They remain open as all the wagons pass through, until both gates slowly creak to return to one another after the final caravan has passed. Passing the gates the party enters a forest filled with towering trees, whose tops are lost in heavy gray mist, blocking out all but a death-gray light. The tree trunks are unnaturally close to one another, and the woods have the silence of a forgotten grave, yet exude the feeling of an unvoiced scream.
The darkness envelops the traveling caravan as you all travel along your path. You’d all noticed that most of your Vistani traveling companions have been silent through the process of passing through, but they all now look into the black of night with a haunted familiarity. Any Vistani the party finds themselves near tell them,
“It won’t be long now until we see Madam Eva.”
They then look to you all before their eyes return to the shadows that seem to follow you all like a silent crowd and then with a soft voice say,
”Welcome to Barovia.”
”Well this is certainly... welcoming.” Gekks pulls up his hood a bit as he gazes out the back of the caravan.
Bardic Inspiration is just someone believing in you, and I believe in you
Silent Blade echo's the welcome "Barovia." And then follows with the sound of several voices laughing manically.
Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment