"Ta what?" Cerio mumbles to himself, also cocking an eyebrow and looking around. "Whatever it is, it ain't doin' a very good job..." He runs after Sandu.
"One of the guards mentioned werewolves. You don't think..."
No sooner than you say the words your mind is a whirl of memories. Everything seemed to make sense - the talk of a family curse, the children dying at the age the were-curse was manifesting, the destruction to the cellar door, and the room containing the shackles.
You even recalled a preponderance of a small, purple-petalled plant around the Burgomaster's cottage - Wolf's Bane. You recall that the plant could be used for lessening the effects of the were-curse.
The party makes its way through the streets of Krezk towards the pool. Trees grow on either side of the path towards the shrine, among them are small dwellings; cottages similar to the Krezkovs but smaller. People go about their day as the light begins to fade, their faces are weary but not unwelcoming.
Even under the grey skies, you find a pool at the north end of the village that 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. It is clear that the statue is supposed to depict the Morninglord.
Until this point, Ireena has been unusually quiet. She looks in wonder at the shrine and pool, her eyes bleary, as if in a dream.
"This all feels so familiar," she says, her voice quivering. As she reaches the pool’s edge, an image appears in its sparkling blue waters: a handsome youth of kind and noble visage. The sadness in his eyes turns to sudden joy.
“Tatyana!”his voice booms, breaking the relative silence. “It has been so long! Come, my love. Let us be together at last.”
Ireena gasps and puts a hand on her heart. “My beloved Sergei! In life, you were a prince and a man of faith. We were to be married long ago. Has this blessed pool called your spirit to me?”She reaches toward the water’s surface as a hand of water rises up to take hers.
Ismark's face is a mixture of sheer terror and anguish as he watches his sister place her hand into the pool. "Ireena?! Watch out! A hellish trap!"he screams running towards her. Yet it is too late, Ireena is pulled fully into the waters, disappearing from sight.
"HELP! Somebody!" His eyes are panicked as he looks at the party members, imploring them for assistance.
A peal of thunder shakes the land, and the dark clouds coalesce into a terrible visage. A deep, dark voice from beyond the mountains cries out, “She is mine!”A terrible crack resounds as blue lightning splits the sky and strikes the pool. Ismark sinks to his knees and sobs heavily, burying his face in his hands.
Galqarin is in the middle of a long explanation about werewolves when the scene unfolds. He is about to discard his robe and reach into the pool when he realises that exposing his large-limbed, hairy frame will inevitably lead to locals taking him for a shapeshifter. Precious seconds tick by as he fights his inner turmoil.
It had all happened so fast. One moment they were visiting a local shrine, the next an image appeared in a pool of water with a hand reaching out of it. It was one thing to see it but a whole other thing to have a conversation with it. Yet Ireena did not seem put off. Or Disturbed. Or scared. For all Sandu could see, she looked... happy?
'Tatyana?'Sandu echoed the name the image had cried out. 'Sergei?' They had a strange tone to them. Like he had heard the names before. Or knew them at least. When was it? He had learned much over the past days, some he wished he could forget, but the names: they held meaning. They had history behind them. History? Sandu thought. Yes, I have read their history.
He recalled the books in his backpack. They now seemed to weigh more heavily with the realisation. He put two and two together. Sandu knew. He did not know how it could be so but he knew what it was. He walked over to Ismark. When passing Galqarin and seeing his struggle about what to do, Sandu nudged the bugbear's upper arm and shook his head, imploring him not to dive into the pool. He approached Ismark and laid a hand on the distraught man's shoulder.
'Tatyana Federovna has been reunited with her husband Sergei Von Zarovich.' Sandu spoke as he overlooked the now still water of the pool. 'Rejoice, for she is with the one she loves.'
A peal of thunder shakes the land, and the dark clouds coalesce into a terrible visage. A deep, dark voice from beyond the mountains cries out, “She is mine!”A terrible crack resounds as blue lightning splits the sky and strikes the pool. Ismark sinks to his knees and sobs heavily, burying his face in his hands.
Sandu shielded his eyes from the flash of light when the lightning struck the pool. After the ringing in his ears subsided and the spots before his eyes disappeared, he looked up at the sky. A heavy silence hung in the air following the outburst of noise coming from beyond the mountains.
'Strahd does not take it well.' He said to no one in particular. 'Twice he has lost her to his brother. He must be furious.' Sandu turned his attention to the others. 'This does not bode well for us.'His voice was tinged with fear at the prospect of what was to come.
Dallid appears calm in spite of all this. "It will take time for anything terrible to happen to her, I believe. But not too long... We must hurry here to find any aid we can. There is hope of rescue, if we hurry. There has to be."
Cerio, who hasn't had the benefit of understanding a history between Ireena and this Sergei fellow, is nothing but confused. He runs toward the the edge of the pool, recklessly intending to plunge his hand into the water in an effort to pull Ireena back out...
...And, when Strahd's voice rings out, and lightning strikes the pool, he instead veers away and hides under the gazebo
“I WAS NEVER YOURS AND NEVER SHALL BE DEMON!” a familiar voice echoes around the land answering Strahd. It is Ireena’s, or that is to say Tatyana's, and is wrought with a new fround strength, authority, and power. “FIEND THAT STRUCK DOWN MY BELOVED, FIEND THAT STRUCK DOWN MY SERGEI!”
A blind beam of sunshine pours down from the sky, piercing the mists and falling on the pool. A resplendent figure forms in the centre of the waters, she holds a blazing longsword in her right hand. Tatyana wades towards the shoreline. She approaches the party, a look of grit and determination on her face.
“The time for hiding in fear is over. The time for action is now. We have work to do,”with that she strolls over to Ismark, tears are pooling in his eyes. Tatyana smiles, “Do not weep for me, Brother.”She embraces Ismark tightly. “Have strength, Ismark - I know it is there deep inside you. You were never ‘Ismark the Lesser’ to me, you were my unwavering strength in tough times. ‘Ismark the Stouthearted’, is a more suitable name, I think.”
Ismark stutters, clearly overwhelmed by Ireena’s return, “B-b-but how? I…”. “It is unimportant Brother,”Tatyana says, holding him in both hands, “What is more important is your task ahead.”. He nods, still overwhelmed by emotion,“what would you ask of me, sister?”. Tatayana smiles widely, “Nothing more than that which you were destined for. Go back to the Village of Barovia, and assume your role as Burgomaster. Bring hope to those in despair and prepare those able for war. This land has suffered too long.”
Tatyana stands in front of the party, she looks different to before, her posture more upright and regal. Her demeanour drops a little and allows herself a sheepish grin. "Certain... revelations came to me upon being reunited with my beloved," she explains. "I am afraid the Ireena you once knew is gone... or rather, perhaps she is still a part of me, in here somewhere." She places a hand over her chest. "My name is Tatyana Federovna, widow of Sergei Von Zarovich and..."Tatyana looks at Sandu's face, "I see that you are seemingly already aware of this."
((Tatyana Federovna. Artwork taken from Van Richten's Guide to Ravenloft - I think it looks amazing and shows potential outcomes for her character.))
Dormark pauses a unusual and unnatural phenomenon happening before him as he tries to process what just happen. “I don’t understand! Strahd as been in power for centuries! Yet you claimed to be married to a relative of his? And by that last name it would be his Brother! You are not a vampire! How are you still alive! Where are we,” yells Dormark getting louder by each statement. He starts looking wildly at his surroundings.
Dormark knows that souls are supposed to past into planes after death. Sometimes they would linger forming undead if they dies in tragic or vengeful death, or made with unnatural means. However a being living past their natural lifespan is a new and very little understood territory for the Warforge.
Dormark - Tatyana nods, knowingly. "I understand, it is a strange notion to accept. It is not only the physical body that is trapped within Barovia but also the soul. Many lifetimes has Tatyana Federovna had, her soul experiencing rebirth on more than one occasion. My memory of these lives is fractured but Ireena Kolyana was the most recent," she explains, still attempting to comprehend recent events herself.
"It is strange because my memories of Strahd's betrayal feel fresh,"she shrugs. "Seeing Sergei for the first time since... well it awoke something deep inside."
“I WAS NEVER YOURS AND NEVER SHALL BE DEMON!” a familiar voice echoes around the land answering Strahd. It is Ireena’s, or that is to say Tatyana's, and is wrought with a new fround strength, authority, and power. “FIEND THAT STRUCK DOWN MY BELOVED, FIEND THAT STRUCK DOWN MY SERGEI!”
A blind beam of sunshine pours down from the sky, piercing the mists and falling on the pool. A resplendent figure forms in the centre of the waters, she holds a blazing longsword in her right hand. Tatyana wades towards the shoreline. She approaches the party, a look of grit and determination on her face.
“The time for hiding in fear is over. The time for action is now. We have work to do,”with that she strolls over to Ismark, tears are pooling in his eyes. Tatyana smiles, “Do not weep for me, Brother.”She embraces Ismark tightly. “Have strength, Ismark - I know it is there deep inside you. You were never ‘Ismark the Lesser’ to me, you were my unwavering strength in tough times. ‘Ismark the Stouthearted’, is a more suitable name, I think.”
Ismark stutters, clearly overwhelmed by Ireena’s return, “B-b-but how? I…”. “It is unimportant Brother,”Tatyana says, holding him in both hands, “What is more important is your task ahead.”. He nods, still overwhelmed by emotion,“what would you ask of me, sister?”. Tatayana smiles widely, “Nothing more than that which you were destined for. Go back to the Village of Barovia, and assume your role as Burgomaster. Bring hope to those in despair and prepare those able for war. This land has suffered too long.”
Tatyana stands in front of the party, she looks different to before, her posture more upright and regal. Her demeanour drops a little and allows herself a sheepish grin. "Certain... revelations came to me upon being reunited with my beloved," she explains. "I am afraid the Ireena you once knew is gone... or rather, perhaps she is still a part of me, in here somewhere." She places a hand over her chest. "My name is Tatyana Federovna, widow of Sergei Von Zarovich and..."Tatyana looks at Sandu's face, "I see that you are seemingly already aware of this."
Sandu scratched the back of his neck. He was taken aback and a little bit flustered by Ireena's new appearance. Or rather Tatyana's appearance he should say.
'I read about your history.' He replied to her statement. 'Though I must say that this,'Sandu gestured at Tatyana, the pool and the ravages left in the lightning bolt's wake, 'was not something I expected. Or even knew could happen.'
Dormark - Tatyana nods, knowingly. "I understand, it is a strange notion to accept. It is not only the physical body that is trapped within Barovia but also the soul. Many lifetimes has Tatyana Federovna had, her soul experiencing rebirth on more than one occasion. My memory of these lives is fractured but Ireena Kolyana was the most recent," she explains, still attempting to comprehend recent events herself.
"It is strange because my memories of Strahd's betrayal feel fresh,"she shrugs. "Seeing Sergei for the first time since... well it awoke something deep inside."
'Many lifetimes?'Sandu began counting on his fingers before quickly realising he had no number in mind and stopped. 'How often has,' He paused for a bit to find the right word. 'this happened?'He concluded when he could not find the actual right word to describe the ordeal.
Sandu - "I do not know,"Tatyana says, attempting to piece together memories. "But, as Dormark says, it must have been several. It has been some 400 years have passed since I initially traversed these lands. Ireena is the first to have had the epiphany, others would have been blissfully unaware of their true self -- that they were the reincarnation of Tatyana." She looks around the shrine and pool. "It is this place -- someone or something has ensured that a link to the world outside of Barovia has been kept open."
She looks at you directly in the eyes, her gaze penetrating to your very soul. "You, of course, realise what this may mean,"she says, attempting to gauge your reaction, "a link between Barovia and the world outside."
Cerio's mind is a bit numb trying to process all this. "So folks can come back from th' spirit world,"he says meaningfully, looking Iree--Tatyana up and down. "'N back in their own bodies, too?"
"So there's a way outta this place, then? Any idears how t' unlock that doorway?"
Cerio - Tatyana takes a moment before answering. "I must admit, I am not quite sure how it works. From what I was able to gather, the folks' souls do not leave for the spirit world but are trapped within Barovia -- what happens to them, I am unsure," she says, clearly trying to recall any relevant information but struggling.
"It would appear so," she replies when you mention a potential way out of Barovia. "Though I'd guess that it would take a spellcaster of some ability to be able to transport you through,"Tatyana looks over to Sandu for guidance. "Have you heard of any such spells, Sandu?"she enquires.
“Moradin’s beard, we are not in Faerun,” says Dormark as he holds is hand to his head, processing the info.
”No souls can leave this place! So we are effectively cut off from all other planes. Is that the reason I can’t hear Moradin much in this place. Everyone’s connection to the sprint world is cut off. What happens if we die here? Are we permanently stuck until we are given new forms? Than we forget? What type of insidious trap is this,” asks Dormark looking to those who know him well to be visibly shaken.
Dadeveth prances back as the blinding light lances down to the pool. She wickers a bit as the sword-bearing woman strides out of the pool and to the group. After the situation has settled a bit, she smiles, wondering just how great of an ally they have just aquired. She remains silent though, as others seem to have their reactions to manage first. Dadeveth falls back on her normal reaction, settle in and wait, let others make the first moves so she can plan accordingly.
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'There's a shrine here?' Sandu asked incredulously with an arched eyebrow before shrugging and following the others.
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"Ta what?" Cerio mumbles to himself, also cocking an eyebrow and looking around. "Whatever it is, it ain't doin' a very good job..." He runs after Sandu.
Galqarin, curious to see what the others are interested in, tags along.
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No sooner than you say the words your mind is a whirl of memories. Everything seemed to make sense - the talk of a family curse, the children dying at the age the were-curse was manifesting, the destruction to the cellar door, and the room containing the shackles.
You even recalled a preponderance of a small, purple-petalled plant around the Burgomaster's cottage - Wolf's Bane. You recall that the plant could be used for lessening the effects of the were-curse.
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
Early-Evening - Day 7 - Pool and Shrine
The party makes its way through the streets of Krezk towards the pool. Trees grow on either side of the path towards the shrine, among them are small dwellings; cottages similar to the Krezkovs but smaller. People go about their day as the light begins to fade, their faces are weary but not unwelcoming.
Even under the grey skies, you find a pool at the north end of the village that 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. It is clear that the statue is supposed to depict the Morninglord.
Until this point, Ireena has been unusually quiet. She looks in wonder at the shrine and pool, her eyes bleary, as if in a dream.
"This all feels so familiar," she says, her voice quivering. As she reaches the pool’s edge, an image appears in its sparkling blue waters: a handsome youth of kind and noble visage. The sadness in his eyes turns to sudden joy.
“Tatyana!” his voice booms, breaking the relative silence. “It has been so long! Come, my love. Let us be together at last.”
Ireena gasps and puts a hand on her heart. “My beloved Sergei! In life, you were a prince and a man of faith. We were to be married long ago. Has this blessed pool called your spirit to me?” She reaches toward the water’s surface as a hand of water rises up to take hers.
Ismark's face is a mixture of sheer terror and anguish as he watches his sister place her hand into the pool. "Ireena?! Watch out! A hellish trap!" he screams running towards her. Yet it is too late, Ireena is pulled fully into the waters, disappearing from sight.
"HELP! Somebody!" His eyes are panicked as he looks at the party members, imploring them for assistance.
A peal of thunder shakes the land, and the dark clouds coalesce into a terrible visage. A deep, dark voice from beyond the mountains cries out, “She is mine!” A terrible crack resounds as blue lightning splits the sky and strikes the pool. Ismark sinks to his knees and sobs heavily, burying his face in his hands.
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
Galqarin is in the middle of a long explanation about werewolves when the scene unfolds. He is about to discard his robe and reach into the pool when he realises that exposing his large-limbed, hairy frame will inevitably lead to locals taking him for a shapeshifter. Precious seconds tick by as he fights his inner turmoil.
It had all happened so fast. One moment they were visiting a local shrine, the next an image appeared in a pool of water with a hand reaching out of it. It was one thing to see it but a whole other thing to have a conversation with it. Yet Ireena did not seem put off. Or Disturbed. Or scared. For all Sandu could see, she looked... happy?
'Tatyana?' Sandu echoed the name the image had cried out. 'Sergei?' They had a strange tone to them. Like he had heard the names before. Or knew them at least. When was it? He had learned much over the past days, some he wished he could forget, but the names: they held meaning. They had history behind them. History? Sandu thought. Yes, I have read their history.
He recalled the books in his backpack. They now seemed to weigh more heavily with the realisation. He put two and two together. Sandu knew. He did not know how it could be so but he knew what it was. He walked over to Ismark. When passing Galqarin and seeing his struggle about what to do, Sandu nudged the bugbear's upper arm and shook his head, imploring him not to dive into the pool. He approached Ismark and laid a hand on the distraught man's shoulder.
'Tatyana Federovna has been reunited with her husband Sergei Von Zarovich.' Sandu spoke as he overlooked the now still water of the pool. 'Rejoice, for she is with the one she loves.'
Sandu shielded his eyes from the flash of light when the lightning struck the pool. After the ringing in his ears subsided and the spots before his eyes disappeared, he looked up at the sky. A heavy silence hung in the air following the outburst of noise coming from beyond the mountains.
'Strahd does not take it well.' He said to no one in particular. 'Twice he has lost her to his brother. He must be furious.' Sandu turned his attention to the others. 'This does not bode well for us.' His voice was tinged with fear at the prospect of what was to come.
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Dallid appears calm in spite of all this. "It will take time for anything terrible to happen to her, I believe. But not too long... We must hurry here to find any aid we can. There is hope of rescue, if we hurry. There has to be."
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Cerio, who hasn't had the benefit of understanding a history between Ireena and this Sergei fellow, is nothing but confused. He runs toward the the edge of the pool, recklessly intending to plunge his hand into the water in an effort to pull Ireena back out...
...And, when Strahd's voice rings out, and lightning strikes the pool, he instead veers away and hides under the gazebo
Early-Evening - Day 7 - A Hero Reborn
“I WAS NEVER YOURS AND NEVER SHALL BE DEMON!” a familiar voice echoes around the land answering Strahd. It is Ireena’s, or that is to say Tatyana's, and is wrought with a new fround strength, authority, and power. “FIEND THAT STRUCK DOWN MY BELOVED, FIEND THAT STRUCK DOWN MY SERGEI!”
A blind beam of sunshine pours down from the sky, piercing the mists and falling on the pool. A resplendent figure forms in the centre of the waters, she holds a blazing longsword in her right hand. Tatyana wades towards the shoreline. She approaches the party, a look of grit and determination on her face.
“The time for hiding in fear is over. The time for action is now. We have work to do,” with that she strolls over to Ismark, tears are pooling in his eyes. Tatyana smiles, “Do not weep for me, Brother.” She embraces Ismark tightly. “Have strength, Ismark - I know it is there deep inside you. You were never ‘Ismark the Lesser’ to me, you were my unwavering strength in tough times. ‘Ismark the Stouthearted’, is a more suitable name, I think.”
Ismark stutters, clearly overwhelmed by Ireena’s return, “B-b-but how? I…”. “It is unimportant Brother,” Tatyana says, holding him in both hands, “What is more important is your task ahead.”. He nods, still overwhelmed by emotion, “what would you ask of me, sister?”. Tatayana smiles widely, “Nothing more than that which you were destined for. Go back to the Village of Barovia, and assume your role as Burgomaster. Bring hope to those in despair and prepare those able for war. This land has suffered too long.”
Tatyana stands in front of the party, she looks different to before, her posture more upright and regal. Her demeanour drops a little and allows herself a sheepish grin. "Certain... revelations came to me upon being reunited with my beloved," she explains. "I am afraid the Ireena you once knew is gone... or rather, perhaps she is still a part of me, in here somewhere." She places a hand over her chest. "My name is Tatyana Federovna, widow of Sergei Von Zarovich and..." Tatyana looks at Sandu's face, "I see that you are seemingly already aware of this."
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
Dallid's mouth opens several times, but no words come out.
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Dormark pauses a unusual and unnatural phenomenon happening before him as he tries to process what just happen.
“I don’t understand! Strahd as been in power for centuries! Yet you claimed to be married to a relative of his? And by that last name it would be his Brother! You are not a vampire! How are you still alive! Where are we,” yells Dormark getting louder by each statement. He starts looking wildly at his surroundings.
Dormark knows that souls are supposed to past into planes after death. Sometimes they would linger forming undead if they dies in tragic or vengeful death, or made with unnatural means. However a being living past their natural lifespan is a new and very little understood territory for the Warforge.
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Sotto voce, Galqarin murmurs, "And they called me a monster."
Dormark - Tatyana nods, knowingly. "I understand, it is a strange notion to accept. It is not only the physical body that is trapped within Barovia but also the soul. Many lifetimes has Tatyana Federovna had, her soul experiencing rebirth on more than one occasion. My memory of these lives is fractured but Ireena Kolyana was the most recent," she explains, still attempting to comprehend recent events herself.
"It is strange because my memories of Strahd's betrayal feel fresh," she shrugs. "Seeing Sergei for the first time since... well it awoke something deep inside."
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
Sandu scratched the back of his neck. He was taken aback and a little bit flustered by Ireena's new appearance. Or rather Tatyana's appearance he should say.
'I read about your history.' He replied to her statement. 'Though I must say that this,' Sandu gestured at Tatyana, the pool and the ravages left in the lightning bolt's wake, 'was not something I expected. Or even knew could happen.'
'Many lifetimes?' Sandu began counting on his fingers before quickly realising he had no number in mind and stopped. 'How often has,' He paused for a bit to find the right word. 'this happened?' He concluded when he could not find the actual right word to describe the ordeal.
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Sandu - "I do not know," Tatyana says, attempting to piece together memories. "But, as Dormark says, it must have been several. It has been some 400 years have passed since I initially traversed these lands. Ireena is the first to have had the epiphany, others would have been blissfully unaware of their true self -- that they were the reincarnation of Tatyana." She looks around the shrine and pool. "It is this place -- someone or something has ensured that a link to the world outside of Barovia has been kept open."
She looks at you directly in the eyes, her gaze penetrating to your very soul. "You, of course, realise what this may mean," she says, attempting to gauge your reaction, "a link between Barovia and the world outside."
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
Cerio's mind is a bit numb trying to process all this. "So folks can come back from th' spirit world," he says meaningfully, looking Iree--Tatyana up and down. "'N back in their own bodies, too?"
"So there's a way outta this place, then? Any idears how t' unlock that doorway?"
Cerio - Tatyana takes a moment before answering. "I must admit, I am not quite sure how it works. From what I was able to gather, the folks' souls do not leave for the spirit world but are trapped within Barovia -- what happens to them, I am unsure," she says, clearly trying to recall any relevant information but struggling.
"It would appear so," she replies when you mention a potential way out of Barovia. "Though I'd guess that it would take a spellcaster of some ability to be able to transport you through," Tatyana looks over to Sandu for guidance. "Have you heard of any such spells, Sandu?" she enquires.
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
“Moradin’s beard, we are not in Faerun,” says Dormark as he holds is hand to his head, processing the info.
”No souls can leave this place! So we are effectively cut off from all other planes. Is that the reason I can’t hear Moradin much in this place. Everyone’s connection to the sprint world is cut off. What happens if we die here? Are we permanently stuck until we are given new forms? Than we forget? What type of insidious trap is this,” asks Dormark looking to those who know him well to be visibly shaken.
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Dadeveth prances back as the blinding light lances down to the pool. She wickers a bit as the sword-bearing woman strides out of the pool and to the group. After the situation has settled a bit, she smiles, wondering just how great of an ally they have just aquired. She remains silent though, as others seem to have their reactions to manage first. Dadeveth falls back on her normal reaction, settle in and wait, let others make the first moves so she can plan accordingly.