Dormark - As you gather up the map and proceed to stand in the corner and go into 'rest mode', Ismark comments,"Yes.. well.. I... oh?" He looks around at the rest of the group, "Does he always do that?"
Sandu - Ireena nods at you, "You are welcome to walk around the house, I would ask you to respect our privacy and avoid our bedchambers. Other than that it should be fine." She looks excited when you present the deck of cards, "Playing cards? Sounds like a fun idea! You'll have to take it easy on me, I don't have much experience."
Valerie - "Certainly, it never hurts to have a sparring session. Besides, you look like you can handle yourself." Ireena grins.
From a cursory glance at the door you are able to tell that it has seen better days - parts of it look rotted. With enough strength you believe that someone might be able to destroy / barge down the door. There does not appear to be any way, at first glance, that the door might be secured; there is a hole where a lock used to be and no bolt. The door opens in towards the room. It would seem that the most obvious way to secure the room would be to attempt to barricade the door.
Alder, Baern, Dormark, Ioben, Sandu, Valerie - Sleep is quick coming to you all, it has been a long and exhausting day. Images swirl around your mind. Images growing ever more vivid. A black raven flies towards a group of people. Not any group of people - it is the party. You see yourself standing with the others at a crossroads. An old wooden gallows creaks in a chill wind that blows down from the high ground to the west. A frayed length of rope dances from its beam. The well-worn road splits here, and a signpost opposite the gallows points off in three directions: Barovia Village to the east, Tser Pool to the northwest, and Ravenloft/Vallaki to the southwest. There is heated debate between you, though you do not understand the words. The raven flies overhead to the northwest - it CAAWS loudly, begging for you to follow.
The image blurs, your head spins... there is colour now. Vibrant colour, dancing images, and laughter. You see people dancing and laughing, they zoom into focus looking directly at you - "join us friends!", "Yeah, join us, it'll be fun!", "I'll take the Dwarf, he looks kinda cute!". The last voice belongs to a brightly dressed and ample chested young girl, she has tan skin and long flowing black hair, she winks coyly.
However, you do not stop, you have more urgent business... but you cannot remember what it is, or who it is with... except... Madam Eva. A tent instantly comes to your mind. You are drawn to it. This is the right place to be, you know it! You open up the tent flaps and peer inside; magic flames cast a reddish glow over the interior of this tent, revealing a low table covered in a black velvet cloth. Glints of light seem to flash from a crystal ball on the table as a hunched figure peers into its depths. You cannot discern the figure's face, it is concealed by a purple veil. As the figure speaks, it is an elderly female voice which crackles like dry weeds. “At last you have arrived!” Cackling laughter bursts like mad lightning from the figure. She continues to address you by your name, "[Alder, Baern, Dormark, Ioben, Sandu, Valerie], welcome to Barovia!"
Valerie takes out her sword and shield. "You as well. And where did you learn the skill from?"
Ireena grins at Valerie, "My father hired a master-of-arms to train Ismark... I watched, learned, practised, gave Ismark a few bruises along the way." She chuckles. "What about yourself, Valerie? Who taught you?"
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Dormark - As you gather up the map and proceed to stand in the corner and go into 'rest mode', Ismark comments,"Yes.. well.. I... oh?" He looks around at the rest of the group, "Does he always do that?"
'Don't know. Up until a few hours ago, I didn't even know something like him existed.' Sandu replied. 'Baern seems to be more familiar with him, perhaps he can answer that.'
Sandu pulled out the deck again and held it in his hand. 'Do you have a favourite game?' He asked Ireena. 'I'm partial to poker: easy to learn yet difficult to master.'He flipped over a few cards. The numbered cards were adorned with flame, stone, wave, and wind symbols while the face cards depicted various mages and spellcasters seemingly slinging spells at each other. Sandu softly smiled while he shuffled. The cards were one of the few items he could truly call his own and they had some good memories attached to them.
'It's more about the players than the game.'He remarked as he dealt cards to anyone willing to play. 'You can learn a lot about someone by the way they handle their cards.'As whatever game they choose to play unfolded, Sandu used the opportunity to gauge their gracious hosts.
He continued shuffling and dealing cards until everyone else got tired of playing. He carefully stashed the cards away and excused himself, taking Ireena up on her permission to have a gander around the house.
Once he had conducted a satisfactory tour of the house, Sandu settled in and contented himself with observing the others: watching the swordplay between Valerie and Ireena and throwing the occasional furtive glance at Dormark. He also experimented a bit with his newfound magic, trying to get a feel of what he could do now. When nightfall came, Sandu cosied up on whatever soft surface was nearby, laid his head to rest and fell asleep almost instantly. Years spent as a drifter meant he had acquired the skill to sleep almost anywhere and the last thought he had before he felt sleep's sweet embrace was how strange it was that the house seemed to remind him of something, something familiar long forgotten. ----- Sandu rubbed his eyes with his left hand, trying to keep the images of his dream fresh in his mind. 'What in the Nine Hells was that about?'He asked nobody in particular. He did not notice that his right hand was clutched tightly around his silver raven icon
OOC: If Ismark and/or Ireena are playing cards, Sandu uses the game to get to know them better: are they cautious or willing to take a risk? Do they take a long time to think about their decisions, things that you can gleem from playing cards with someone. Insight 13 Sandu has proficiency with a playing card set if that has any bearing.
As for the rest, let's just say he goes throught every magical effect of Prestidigitation over the course of the evening.
Dormark stands in his corner waiting for the morning to come. He saw the others gawk and talk about him, but not wanting to be rude to them pretended that he didn’t hear. Then during the middle of the night something strange happen he could still see the room, but he also saw something else.
“What is this? A dream,” asks Dormark in his mind. soon though the sun rose and Dormark comes out of his rest. Putting a hand of his head and begins to shake it.
Sandu - "Poker?! Not sure I have played that one." Ireena replies naively. "I used to play a bit of rummy when I was younger, is it similar at all?" At the revelation of the cards she gawps, "They are beautiful Sandu! - where did you get them from?" She smiles sheepishly, "You can tell a lot about others through cards can you?" She daintily picks up the cards as she looks at her hand, "What do the cards say about me?" she says with a playful tone.
You can instantly tell that Ireena is not bluffing regarding her lack of experience playing card games - she is a terrible poker player. In fact, if the games were for money she'd be an 'easy mark'. Ireena is quick to take risks and has numerous 'tells' when she has a good hand - smiles, impatience, greater risk taking, etc.
Ismark is the polar opposite of his sister. Though he is equally inexperienced at poker, he takes to it very naturally - successfully bluffing his way through hands, playing with patience, even creating false 'tells' at times, he VERY rarely takes risks and throws hands if he thinks Ireena has a chance of winning. You come to the clear conclusion that Ismark would rather Ireena win than himself - he delights more in her winning.
In the morning, Baern is eager to tell everyone of the dream he had that included a clearer reminder of Madam Eva. As part of his commentary he remarks "it felt like we were foolishly getting drawn in, charmed by some strange magic even, yet even now the notion of maybe getting some answers about Madam Eva is tempting, if we could find her."
((Flashback)) As the afternoon winds down, Ioben explores the public parts of the house and the grounds, looking at the artwork and design of the building. He also approaches Ismark and asks to get a better look at the map he displayed earlier. "Where does this Strahd live?" He asks as he looks over the map. "If he is as much trouble as you suggest, it is probably best that we avoid that area."
In the evening, before settling down to sleep, he carefully sets up his room with his weapons close at hand and settles down for the night.
Ioben stretches, and sits on the edge of the bed, hanging his head and yawning. It had not been the best nights sleep, and then on top of it the dream had come, causing what little sleep he did get to be fitful and far from refreshing. Still, it was morning and he better get moving. Moving as quickly as he can, Ioben gathers his gear together and tidies the room. Courtesy in response to hospitality was never amiss.
Once he is ready Ioben heads back to the main hall, finding Bearn as he enters.
"it felt like we were foolishly getting drawn in, charmed by some strange magic even, yet even now the notion of maybe getting some answers about Madam Eva is tempting, if we could find her."
"Strange. I experienced something similar last night. She was definitely calling us. Two...no, three parties are now seeking our attention. Something is going on here and we just don't know enough about any of it." Ioben looks at the dwarf closely. "What are your impressions of this place?"He gestures widely to the building."It is fortunate that they were so accommodating, but we still have yet to hear anything but their version of events."
((Flashback)) As the afternoon winds down, Ioben explores the public parts of the house and the grounds, looking at the artwork and design of the building. He also approaches Ismark and asks to get a better look at the map he displayed earlier. "Where does this Strahd live?" He asks as he looks over the map. "If he is as much trouble as you suggest, it is probably best that we avoid that area."
Ismark looks over his shoulder cautiously, "The Castle, overlooking the village - 'Ravenloft' is it's name. Not only is it easily defended from its position but it also provides a lookout point of sorts over the land. It is most assuredly best that you avoid the place. You would be at great peril should you go there - take it from me."
Ireena grins at Valerie, "My father hired a master-of-arms to train Ismark... I watched, learned, practised, gave Ismark a few bruises along the way." She chuckles. "What about yourself, Valerie? Who taught you?"
A smiles appears on Valerie's face as the memory washing through her head. "Ive been with the Knight of Tyr since I was a kid. I’ve been trained to become a Paladin."
Ismark enters the draughty dining hall, the smell of cooked bacon and eggs wafts through the room. "Morning all, I hope you all slept well." His mood is sombre as places a number of plates and pans, along with a basket of bread rolls, on the large table; the bacon rashers look overcooked and the eggs are more scrambled than fried. "You'll have to excuse... that is to say I am not the best cook in Barovia." He mutters quietly.
"I shall wait for you all to make yourself ready. Father Donavich should be expecting us at the Church in due course." He looks around the group members currently in the hall, "Has any thought been given as to who might assist me in carrying the coffin?" With that he sits down and starts helping himself to breakfast.
"I can help!" says Baern with a mouthful of bacon and eggs, not taking into account at what height the taller folk may carry the coffin. While short, the young dwarf has sizable muscles from his lifestyle and his naturally dwarven constitution.
Baern finishes eating quickly and says "I'll help clean up!" "Father always said that Mother should never have to clean up after supper and that we should treat her like a queen whenever we could, so my brothers and I always take care of it." Despite previous mention of his mother's disappearance, Baern still seems to carry a positive attitude in just about all mention of her.
Dormark reaches forward and pulls Valerie’s sword from its sheathe. Dormark inspects the blade and its weight. It was fairly balance, but not the best work he’d seen. He also notice a few burrs from when the sword had struck at the scarecrows yesterday. His jaw snaps at the fairly average weapon, but he moves his hand over the blade chanting. After he was finished he presents the sword hilt first back to Valerie.
“Paladin of Tyr, I am entrusting you with my life today. My ability to fight while carrying a coffin will be limited. I give the blessing of my god as well so you may defend us from harm,” he says letting her take back the sword. Once Valerie takes back the weapon the balance of the weapon was better than it previously was, the blade sharp and free from imperfections, and along with a strange unknown element that she could feel coming from the blade.
(Valerie’s blade is now a +1 magic weapon till Dormark dies or till his next long rest.)
"I can help!" says Baern with a mouthful of bacon and eggs, not taking into account at what height the taller folk may carry the coffin. While short, the young dwarf has sizable muscles from his lifestyle and his naturally dwarven constitution.
'Show-off.' Sandu quietly muttered as he used his noodle arms to stuff a bread roll with eggs and bacon. The meat was indeed overcooked but he had learned long ago that beggars cannot be choosers. He was glad to have breakfast at all so he should not complain.
He watched Dormark perform his entire sword ritual thing. I though she was beholden to Torm? Sandu thought. Perhaps he just misheard. He was not a big fan of the whole item. Rituals meant rules, rules meant people who enforce the rules and it was usually a slippery slope from there.
He focused back on the present. He took two bread rolls, wrapped them in a piece of cloth and packed them away in his backpack. He grabbed his empty plate. Small bits of bacon and a smear of egg dirtied it. He was going to try something. He waved his hand over the plate and uttered a strange word: 'Curat.' (Prestidigitation)
The remnants of eggs and bacon disappeared. It even looked cleaner than when it was placed on the table. 'Neat.' Sandu said, a twinkle in his eye. He reached for another plate to repeat the process.
"Thank you for the meal," Ioben says as he helps himself to some of the rolls, along with some extra crispy bacon and eggs. Happy to let Baern take care of the coffin, Ioben sits back as the others get ready to leave. He has all of his gear, not wanting to leave anything behind, as he was unsure when they would be returning.
"The church isn't far from here is it?" Ioben says amidst the preparations. "It would be good to get this done quickly so we can try and locate Madame Eva."
“No, it is fairly close, we should be able to leave fairly quickly from there... but also I want bring forward something once we get there if this trip is uneventful. I hope you will help me in the matter if it comes down to it,” he says looking at the group.
Noticing Sandu cleaning the dishes with magic. He frowns as he was pretty sure he didn’t see him prepare any spells. He admits that what Sandu was doing was low level and didn’t need to prepared, but most mages Dormark has met needed to read from a book during the day to remember their spells.
“Hey Sandu, aren’t you going to read your book,” he asks quizzically.
Dormark - As you gather up the map and proceed to stand in the corner and go into 'rest mode', Ismark comments, "Yes.. well.. I... oh?" He looks around at the rest of the group, "Does he always do that?"
Sandu - Ireena nods at you, "You are welcome to walk around the house, I would ask you to respect our privacy and avoid our bedchambers. Other than that it should be fine." She looks excited when you present the deck of cards, "Playing cards? Sounds like a fun idea! You'll have to take it easy on me, I don't have much experience."
Valerie - "Certainly, it never hurts to have a sparring session. Besides, you look like you can handle yourself." Ireena grins.
Ioben - Perception and Investigation checks;
From a cursory glance at the door you are able to tell that it has seen better days - parts of it look rotted. With enough strength you believe that someone might be able to destroy / barge down the door. There does not appear to be any way, at first glance, that the door might be secured; there is a hole where a lock used to be and no bolt. The door opens in towards the room. It would seem that the most obvious way to secure the room would be to attempt to barricade the door.
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
Valerie takes out her sword and shield. "You as well. And where did you learn the skill from?"
Night-Time - Day 1
Alder, Baern, Dormark, Ioben, Sandu, Valerie - Sleep is quick coming to you all, it has been a long and exhausting day. Images swirl around your mind. Images growing ever more vivid. A black raven flies towards a group of people. Not any group of people - it is the party. You see yourself standing with the others at a crossroads. An old wooden gallows creaks in a chill wind that blows down from the high ground to the west. A frayed length of rope dances from its beam. The well-worn road splits here, and a signpost opposite the gallows points off in three directions: Barovia Village to the east, Tser Pool to the northwest, and Ravenloft/Vallaki to the southwest. There is heated debate between you, though you do not understand the words. The raven flies overhead to the northwest - it CAAWS loudly, begging for you to follow.
The image blurs, your head spins... there is colour now. Vibrant colour, dancing images, and laughter. You see people dancing and laughing, they zoom into focus looking directly at you - "join us friends!", "Yeah, join us, it'll be fun!", "I'll take the Dwarf, he looks kinda cute!". The last voice belongs to a brightly dressed and ample chested young girl, she has tan skin and long flowing black hair, she winks coyly.
However, you do not stop, you have more urgent business... but you cannot remember what it is, or who it is with... except... Madam Eva. A tent instantly comes to your mind. You are drawn to it. This is the right place to be, you know it! You open up the tent flaps and peer inside; magic flames cast a reddish glow over the interior of this tent, revealing a low table covered in a black velvet cloth. Glints of light seem to flash from a crystal ball on the table as a hunched figure peers into its depths. You cannot discern the figure's face, it is concealed by a purple veil. As the figure speaks, it is an elderly female voice which crackles like dry weeds. “At last you have arrived!” Cackling laughter bursts like mad lightning from the figure. She continues to address you by your name, "[Alder, Baern, Dormark, Ioben, Sandu, Valerie], welcome to Barovia!"
Your eyes snap open - morning has arrived.
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
Ireena grins at Valerie, "My father hired a master-of-arms to train Ismark... I watched, learned, practised, gave Ismark a few bruises along the way." She chuckles. "What about yourself, Valerie? Who taught you?"
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
'Don't know. Up until a few hours ago, I didn't even know something like him existed.' Sandu replied. 'Baern seems to be more familiar with him, perhaps he can answer that.'
Sandu pulled out the deck again and held it in his hand. 'Do you have a favourite game?' He asked Ireena. 'I'm partial to poker: easy to learn yet difficult to master.' He flipped over a few cards. The numbered cards were adorned with flame, stone, wave, and wind symbols while the face cards depicted various mages and spellcasters seemingly slinging spells at each other. Sandu softly smiled while he shuffled. The cards were one of the few items he could truly call his own and they had some good memories attached to them.
'It's more about the players than the game.' He remarked as he dealt cards to anyone willing to play. 'You can learn a lot about someone by the way they handle their cards.' As whatever game they choose to play unfolded, Sandu used the opportunity to gauge their gracious hosts.
He continued shuffling and dealing cards until everyone else got tired of playing. He carefully stashed the cards away and excused himself, taking Ireena up on her permission to have a gander around the house.
Once he had conducted a satisfactory tour of the house, Sandu settled in and contented himself with observing the others: watching the swordplay between Valerie and Ireena and throwing the occasional furtive glance at Dormark. He also experimented a bit with his newfound magic, trying to get a feel of what he could do now. When nightfall came, Sandu cosied up on whatever soft surface was nearby, laid his head to rest and fell asleep almost instantly. Years spent as a drifter meant he had acquired the skill to sleep almost anywhere and the last thought he had before he felt sleep's sweet embrace was how strange it was that the house seemed to remind him of something, something familiar long forgotten.
-----
Sandu rubbed his eyes with his left hand, trying to keep the images of his dream fresh in his mind. 'What in the Nine Hells was that about?' He asked nobody in particular. He did not notice that his right hand was clutched tightly around his silver raven icon
OOC: If Ismark and/or Ireena are playing cards, Sandu uses the game to get to know them better: are they cautious or willing to take a risk? Do they take a long time to think about their decisions, things that you can gleem from playing cards with someone.
Insight 13
Sandu has proficiency with a playing card set if that has any bearing.
As for the rest, let's just say he goes throught every magical effect of Prestidigitation over the course of the evening.
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Tyrgram, the Butterfly Knight: Dwarf Warlock - Secret of Greenwold
Iòlinder Corrach: Half Elf War Cleric - Allansia Adventure
Valerius Sergius Publius: Dhampir Paladin - Vae Victus
Dormark stands in his corner waiting for the morning to come. He saw the others gawk and talk about him, but not wanting to be rude to them pretended that he didn’t hear. Then during the middle of the night something strange happen he could still see the room, but he also saw something else.
“What is this? A dream,” asks Dormark in his mind. soon though the sun rose and Dormark comes out of his rest. Putting a hand of his head and begins to shake it.
”What, what was that,” he says.
Dormark Calling of Strahd (warforged cleric) 4
Sandu - "Poker?! Not sure I have played that one." Ireena replies naively. "I used to play a bit of rummy when I was younger, is it similar at all?" At the revelation of the cards she gawps, "They are beautiful Sandu! - where did you get them from?" She smiles sheepishly, "You can tell a lot about others through cards can you?" She daintily picks up the cards as she looks at her hand, "What do the cards say about me?" she says with a playful tone.
Sandu's Insight Check:
You can instantly tell that Ireena is not bluffing regarding her lack of experience playing card games - she is a terrible poker player. In fact, if the games were for money she'd be an 'easy mark'. Ireena is quick to take risks and has numerous 'tells' when she has a good hand - smiles, impatience, greater risk taking, etc.
Ismark is the polar opposite of his sister. Though he is equally inexperienced at poker, he takes to it very naturally - successfully bluffing his way through hands, playing with patience, even creating false 'tells' at times, he VERY rarely takes risks and throws hands if he thinks Ireena has a chance of winning. You come to the clear conclusion that Ismark would rather Ireena win than himself - he delights more in her winning.
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
In the morning, Baern is eager to tell everyone of the dream he had that included a clearer reminder of Madam Eva. As part of his commentary he remarks "it felt like we were foolishly getting drawn in, charmed by some strange magic even, yet even now the notion of maybe getting some answers about Madam Eva is tempting, if we could find her."
((Flashback)) As the afternoon winds down, Ioben explores the public parts of the house and the grounds, looking at the artwork and design of the building. He also approaches Ismark and asks to get a better look at the map he displayed earlier. "Where does this Strahd live?" He asks as he looks over the map. "If he is as much trouble as you suggest, it is probably best that we avoid that area."
In the evening, before settling down to sleep, he carefully sets up his room with his weapons close at hand and settles down for the night.
Ioben stretches, and sits on the edge of the bed, hanging his head and yawning. It had not been the best nights sleep, and then on top of it the dream had come, causing what little sleep he did get to be fitful and far from refreshing. Still, it was morning and he better get moving. Moving as quickly as he can, Ioben gathers his gear together and tidies the room. Courtesy in response to hospitality was never amiss.
Once he is ready Ioben heads back to the main hall, finding Bearn as he enters.
"Strange. I experienced something similar last night. She was definitely calling us. Two...no, three parties are now seeking our attention. Something is going on here and we just don't know enough about any of it." Ioben looks at the dwarf closely. "What are your impressions of this place?" He gestures widely to the building. "It is fortunate that they were so accommodating, but we still have yet to hear anything but their version of events."
Ismark looks over his shoulder cautiously, "The Castle, overlooking the village - 'Ravenloft' is it's name. Not only is it easily defended from its position but it also provides a lookout point of sorts over the land. It is most assuredly best that you avoid the place. You would be at great peril should you go there - take it from me."
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
A smiles appears on Valerie's face as the memory washing through her head. "Ive been with the Knight of Tyr since I was a kid. I’ve been trained to become a Paladin."
Ismark enters the draughty dining hall, the smell of cooked bacon and eggs wafts through the room. "Morning all, I hope you all slept well." His mood is sombre as places a number of plates and pans, along with a basket of bread rolls, on the large table; the bacon rashers look overcooked and the eggs are more scrambled than fried. "You'll have to excuse... that is to say I am not the best cook in Barovia." He mutters quietly.
"I shall wait for you all to make yourself ready. Father Donavich should be expecting us at the Church in due course." He looks around the group members currently in the hall, "Has any thought been given as to who might assist me in carrying the coffin?" With that he sits down and starts helping himself to breakfast.
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
Dormark shaking his head strides foreward and says, “I will help with the coffin... Valerie come here for a second:”
Dormark Calling of Strahd (warforged cleric) 4
Valerie walks toward Dormak. "Hm, yes? Anything I can help?"
"I can help!" says Baern with a mouthful of bacon and eggs, not taking into account at what height the taller folk may carry the coffin. While short, the young dwarf has sizable muscles from his lifestyle and his naturally dwarven constitution.
Baern finishes eating quickly and says "I'll help clean up!" "Father always said that Mother should never have to clean up after supper and that we should treat her like a queen whenever we could, so my brothers and I always take care of it." Despite previous mention of his mother's disappearance, Baern still seems to carry a positive attitude in just about all mention of her.
Dormark reaches forward and pulls Valerie’s sword from its sheathe. Dormark inspects the blade and its weight. It was fairly balance, but not the best work he’d seen. He also notice a few burrs from when the sword had struck at the scarecrows yesterday. His jaw snaps at the fairly average weapon, but he moves his hand over the blade chanting. After he was finished he presents the sword hilt first back to Valerie.
“Paladin of Tyr, I am entrusting you with my life today. My ability to fight while carrying a coffin will be limited. I give the blessing of my god as well so you may defend us from harm,” he says letting her take back the sword. Once Valerie takes back the weapon the balance of the weapon was better than it previously was, the blade sharp and free from imperfections, and along with a strange unknown element that she could feel coming from the blade.
(Valerie’s blade is now a +1 magic weapon till Dormark dies or till his next long rest.)
Dormark Calling of Strahd (warforged cleric) 4
'Show-off.' Sandu quietly muttered as he used his noodle arms to stuff a bread roll with eggs and bacon. The meat was indeed overcooked but he had learned long ago that beggars cannot be choosers. He was glad to have breakfast at all so he should not complain.
He watched Dormark perform his entire sword ritual thing. I though she was beholden to Torm? Sandu thought. Perhaps he just misheard. He was not a big fan of the whole item. Rituals meant rules, rules meant people who enforce the rules and it was usually a slippery slope from there.
He focused back on the present. He took two bread rolls, wrapped them in a piece of cloth and packed them away in his backpack. He grabbed his empty plate. Small bits of bacon and a smear of egg dirtied it. He was going to try something. He waved his hand over the plate and uttered a strange word: 'Curat.'
(Prestidigitation)
The remnants of eggs and bacon disappeared. It even looked cleaner than when it was placed on the table. 'Neat.' Sandu said, a twinkle in his eye. He reached for another plate to repeat the process.
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
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Iòlinder Corrach: Half Elf War Cleric - Allansia Adventure
Valerius Sergius Publius: Dhampir Paladin - Vae Victus
"Thank you for the meal," Ioben says as he helps himself to some of the rolls, along with some extra crispy bacon and eggs. Happy to let Baern take care of the coffin, Ioben sits back as the others get ready to leave. He has all of his gear, not wanting to leave anything behind, as he was unsure when they would be returning.
"The church isn't far from here is it?" Ioben says amidst the preparations. "It would be good to get this done quickly so we can try and locate Madame Eva."
“No, it is fairly close, we should be able to leave fairly quickly from there... but also I want bring forward something once we get there if this trip is uneventful. I hope you will help me in the matter if it comes down to it,” he says looking at the group.
Noticing Sandu cleaning the dishes with magic. He frowns as he was pretty sure he didn’t see him prepare any spells. He admits that what Sandu was doing was low level and didn’t need to prepared, but most mages Dormark has met needed to read from a book during the day to remember their spells.
“Hey Sandu, aren’t you going to read your book,” he asks quizzically.
Dormark Calling of Strahd (warforged cleric) 4