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jumping out of his seat, the gnome spins around, having been entrances during the reading...
”Where IS Ireena? And Istmark? We need to get out of here, quickly. Rudick? Find the girl, I’ll look for her brother. We meet at the gallows” he calls as he leaves the tent, eyes darting around the camp to see if he can see either of their companions
"We are clearly not ready for this battle." Leann says, considering the various things they had just been told. "We have much to do before we will be I think." She moves towards the tent's exit. "Let's gather the brother and sister and get out of here..." She mvoe sout starting to look for their charges.
As soon as she says 'He's here', Rudick mouths the words 'Of course he has' before sighing in mild annoyance at fate. Before he can do the same as Skip had done to him, the gnome beats him to the punch before darting off, resulting the Orc sputtering for a moment, before then grumbling and striding out after the others. "Avoid splitting up too much. Least he and whatever else he might've brought pick us off."He warns as the warhammer slips into hand.
The moment he's outside, he's search for any signs of Ireena, mentally cursing himself for not more purposefully requesting they at least stood by the tent, if they hadn't already.
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When Sergei attempts to cloak Madame Eva in his invisible illusions, she brushes him off and says, "No, keep it for yourself." She unsteadily rises to her feet, and you can hear her joints groan in protest. She says quietly, "Come out with me to see what you will be facing. I can create a means of escape for you, but you'll have to trust me."
As you exit the tent, you can see that the other Vistani are no where to be seen. The rain has stopped, and you can faintly hear sounds of people crashing through thickets fade into silence as the Vistani flee. Ismark and Ireena stand near the flap of the tent. Both have their blades drawn and stand in a defensive position. Ismark has a look of grim determination upon his face. Ireena tries to appear resolute, but you can see her hands trembling slightly as she holds her blade.
A ring of wolves stand in front of the tent about twenty feet from the party. You see nearly thirty of the beasts, most of them a grayish color. They snarl and growl, occasionally nipping at each others flanks as they stand their ground. You can see several of them are larger than the others, and those ones have a savage intelligence burning in their malevolent eyes. Strings of drool splatter on the ground as they glare hungrily at the prey ahead of them.
What draws your attention is the sight in the sky. You see a horse made from the stuff of midnight floating in the air about 30 feet up. Fires straight from hell erupt from its hooves and mane, and a small burst of fire emerges from its mouth as it snorts. It paws the air and shakes its head, and you see cinders fall from the creature.
Atop the nightmare, you can see a regal man sitting on the beast. You can see he wears purple clothing fit for a lord, but he has a militaristic cut to them. Unbothered by the heat, the fire highlights his gaunt features. His long black hair falls loosely down his back as he calls out in a deep, resonant voice, "Madame Eva, your insolence has gone on for far too long without punishment." His voice is cold and commanding, the voice of one who expects to be obeyed with no exceptions
Madame Eva shouts up at him, "You will not have her this time!" She seems to be referring to Ireena nearby. "Tatyana was never yours to have!"
Strahd sneers, "You know nothing woman. Step aside, and you will be spared."
As she stands resolutely, Strahd sighs and says, "Have it your way then."
As if on some invisible signal, the wolves suddenly lunge forward with jaws open, howling with bloodlust. As they close in, Madame Eve lifts her hands as if lifting something. The earth rumbles with a sound of thunder as a wall of earth erupts from the ground. The wall throws up chips of rocks and dust into the air that rain down upon you as the wolves yelp in confusion. Madame Eva whirls around to the group and yells, "Run!" As she does, you hear a splitting sound behind you. Turning around, you see an orange rent in reality open up in her tent that begins to suck up loose items around it. She shouts, "Into the portal!"
You hear a whinny overhead and look up as Strahd hurls an orb of molten flame down upon you. Madame Eva thrusts her hands into the air, and the fireball explodes as it strikes an invisible barrier. The hellfire spreads out with a deafening roar that rends the tent apart, but Madame Eva's spell shields you from the searing heat that would have vaporized the skin from your bones
Strahd reels around overhead, ready to launch another arcane assault as the wolves race around the wall of stone. The portal is 20 feet away. Ireena and her brother begin dashing towards the magical gate. What do you do?
If you all intend to enter the portal, roll initiative. The person who rolls the lowest will be targeted by an attack.
Had this been a better world and had he been more brave, Alev would have stayed by this strange old lady's side to keep her from getting killed, or try to get her to escape with them.
But he was no brave hero and this world was merciless. If she was going to buy them some precious time, whom was he to say no?
"...Good luck. See you later." He says to Eva as he runs towards the portal.
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While the wolves garned guttural growling in return, as well as an idle thought question whether they were somehow the werewolves they once sought, it is the sight above that captures the Orc's attention. Even befroe the man -- monster spoke, it was hard to not believe beyond a shadow of a debout who it was. And if he could but fly, the Orc might've charged him if but for no other reason let Orcish Fury take the wheel. Because as he stood helpless to close the distance, an unnerving sense of fear began to worm its way into the forefront.
"Wait... what?" He questioned quietly in response to the exchyange. Yet unable to find the voice to interrupt, he can only look back at Madame Eva questioningly before all hell breaks loose in quick succession. Hearing the wolves charging, Rudick planted his feet, and tightened his grip upon the warhammer, narrowing focus upon them. It might've been impossible to even deal with the servants alone, but he'd die swinging before the end!
Yet more activity from behind and above in quick succession left the Orc stunned for half a second. But in moments after, Rudick grudgingly charges after and in some ways ahead of some others for the portal, accepting that the need to fight on more even turns. Which was not now...
Sergei wastes no time jumping into the portal after a few furtive glances up at the spectacle above him. The wolves he does not study or give much thought to other than to escape them. His thoughts are captured by the dread foe above them. How are they to subvert or otherwise work against such a being who appears to be nearly omnipotent and omniscient in this realm?
First get away, second ponder Madam Eva’s revelations, maybe they can help even the odds.
Ireena makes it into the portal first, and her form disappears. Ismark stands near it and ushers everybody into it with his sword drawn. In a bout or panic, Alev forgets he can fly as he rushes from the danger. About halfway to the portal, he stumbles as his foot catches on an unseen object. He barrels uncontrollably foward, his arms windmilling in the air. Just before he makes it to safety, a wolf closes the distance and lunges forward, drool splattering against the ground. It closes its fangs down upon your calf, and you feel blazing pain add through your body, more pain than you would expect from a wolf bite. You take 5 damage and need to make a DC 12 Constitution Saving Throw.
Ismark bellows, "Get off him!" as he brings his silvered greatsword down upon the wolf. It releases you with a howl of pain, and a burst of of foul steam erupts from its wound as the silver blade sinks into its flesh. Ismark throws you into the portal along with himself, and the portal closes with a flash of light as the party escapes.
Skip, roll a d20 and add 5 to see where the party ends up in Barovia.
Traveling through the gateway is an uncomfortable situation. You feel as if you are being stretched in all directions while being crushed into your center at the same time. With a flash of orange light, You find yourselves on a dirt road that clings to the side of a mountain and ends before and arching bridge of mold-encrusted stone at spends a natural casm. Gargoyles in cloaked in black moss perch on the corners of the bridge, their frowns weather-worn. On the mountainous side of the bridge, a waterfall spills into a misty pool nearly 1,000 feet below. The pool feeds a river that meanders into the fog-enshrouded pines that blanket the valley. You can see flashes of light and hear distant rumblings coming from the east down along the river, but the fog obscures what is causing it. You believe that it must be the fight between Madame Eva and Strahd, and your suspicions are confirmed when Ismark says, "This is the Tser Falls. We're just a few miles from where we were."
He shrieks as he feels the wolf's fangs sink into his skin. When Ireena saves him, he finds himself relieved that the beast didn't go for his throat. "Thank..." He starts saying to Ireena and Ismark before getting thrown into the portal.
When he opens his eyes, he looks around. "...you."He finishes what he was saying. "Seriously, thank you. I thought I was going to die there..."
Looking at the flashes of light, he comments. "It might be a good idea to get the hell out of here."
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Stumbling as he comes out of the portal, ears popping, eyes fizzing a little, a humming buzz like static in his brain for a few seconds, Skop shakes the ringing sensation out from his head.....
.....”That was....unpleasant...
Alev, you ok? I heard you just as I went through the portal. I should have stopped and come to help......I’m sorry my friend” the gnome looks a little crestfallen that his friend was hurt, but that he himself had gotten through to the portal without mishap. He is breathing deep, winded as though from a long run. Hands on his knees, he looks up to the rest ”where to from here? Istmark, you know these lands, what next?”
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Con Save for Teleport Sickness and Funsies(DC 11): 8.
After the trip through the portal Rudick staggered at least a few feet from the other, and can barely get the faceplate up in time prior to spewing breakfast onto the ground. "Neither man... ugh... or Orc... was meant to move that way."He eventually sputters out between attempts to recover. Time and a few swigs from a waterskin soon sets him to right. So soon the Orc's return to the others, though with a wary eye occasionally being cast over in the rough direction of supposed Tsar and the destroyed camp.
"..Yes.. Mn... Skip is right. Preferably if the path can take us just as well across some place to further mask our scent, all the better. We will need every advantage we can get if we are to make good the Madame's distraction." He said firmly.
"...Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about it." Alev answers to Skip. He had been left feeling very dizzy by the teleportation, and the bite hurt like hell. "Could have been worse."
He looks behind him to inspect the wound. "...I hope that I don't get rabies from this."
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jumping out of his seat, the gnome spins around, having been entrances during the reading...
”Where IS Ireena? And Istmark? We need to get out of here, quickly. Rudick? Find the girl, I’ll look for her brother. We meet at the gallows” he calls as he leaves the tent, eyes darting around the camp to see if he can see either of their companions
perception 16
"We are clearly not ready for this battle." Leann says, considering the various things they had just been told. "We have much to do before we will be I think." She moves towards the tent's exit. "Let's gather the brother and sister and get out of here..." She mvoe sout starting to look for their charges.
As soon as she says 'He's here', Rudick mouths the words 'Of course he has' before sighing in mild annoyance at fate. Before he can do the same as Skip had done to him, the gnome beats him to the punch before darting off, resulting the Orc sputtering for a moment, before then grumbling and striding out after the others. "Avoid splitting up too much. Least he and whatever else he might've brought pick us off." He warns as the warhammer slips into hand.
The moment he's outside, he's search for any signs of Ireena, mentally cursing himself for not more purposefully requesting they at least stood by the tent, if they hadn't already.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
When Sergei attempts to cloak Madame Eva in his invisible illusions, she brushes him off and says, "No, keep it for yourself." She unsteadily rises to her feet, and you can hear her joints groan in protest. She says quietly, "Come out with me to see what you will be facing. I can create a means of escape for you, but you'll have to trust me."
As you exit the tent, you can see that the other Vistani are no where to be seen. The rain has stopped, and you can faintly hear sounds of people crashing through thickets fade into silence as the Vistani flee. Ismark and Ireena stand near the flap of the tent. Both have their blades drawn and stand in a defensive position. Ismark has a look of grim determination upon his face. Ireena tries to appear resolute, but you can see her hands trembling slightly as she holds her blade.
A ring of wolves stand in front of the tent about twenty feet from the party. You see nearly thirty of the beasts, most of them a grayish color. They snarl and growl, occasionally nipping at each others flanks as they stand their ground. You can see several of them are larger than the others, and those ones have a savage intelligence burning in their malevolent eyes. Strings of drool splatter on the ground as they glare hungrily at the prey ahead of them.
What draws your attention is the sight in the sky. You see a horse made from the stuff of midnight floating in the air about 30 feet up. Fires straight from hell erupt from its hooves and mane, and a small burst of fire emerges from its mouth as it snorts. It paws the air and shakes its head, and you see cinders fall from the creature.
Atop the nightmare, you can see a regal man sitting on the beast. You can see he wears purple clothing fit for a lord, but he has a militaristic cut to them. Unbothered by the heat, the fire highlights his gaunt features. His long black hair falls loosely down his back as he calls out in a deep, resonant voice, "Madame Eva, your insolence has gone on for far too long without punishment." His voice is cold and commanding, the voice of one who expects to be obeyed with no exceptions
Madame Eva shouts up at him, "You will not have her this time!" She seems to be referring to Ireena nearby. "Tatyana was never yours to have!"
Strahd sneers, "You know nothing woman. Step aside, and you will be spared."
As she stands resolutely, Strahd sighs and says, "Have it your way then."
As if on some invisible signal, the wolves suddenly lunge forward with jaws open, howling with bloodlust. As they close in, Madame Eve lifts her hands as if lifting something. The earth rumbles with a sound of thunder as a wall of earth erupts from the ground. The wall throws up chips of rocks and dust into the air that rain down upon you as the wolves yelp in confusion. Madame Eva whirls around to the group and yells, "Run!" As she does, you hear a splitting sound behind you. Turning around, you see an orange rent in reality open up in her tent that begins to suck up loose items around it. She shouts, "Into the portal!"
You hear a whinny overhead and look up as Strahd hurls an orb of molten flame down upon you. Madame Eva thrusts her hands into the air, and the fireball explodes as it strikes an invisible barrier. The hellfire spreads out with a deafening roar that rends the tent apart, but Madame Eva's spell shields you from the searing heat that would have vaporized the skin from your bones
Strahd reels around overhead, ready to launch another arcane assault as the wolves race around the wall of stone. The portal is 20 feet away. Ireena and her brother begin dashing towards the magical gate. What do you do?
If you all intend to enter the portal, roll initiative. The person who rolls the lowest will be targeted by an attack.
Alev's initiative: 6
Had this been a better world and had he been more brave, Alev would have stayed by this strange old lady's side to keep her from getting killed, or try to get her to escape with them.
But he was no brave hero and this world was merciless. If she was going to buy them some precious time, whom was he to say no?
"...Good luck. See you later." He says to Eva as he runs towards the portal.
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Initiative 9
Leann initiative: 19
Knowing this is not a battle they are ready to fight, leann moves for the possible escape route.
Rudick Initiative: 13.
While the wolves garned guttural growling in return, as well as an idle thought question whether they were somehow the werewolves they once sought, it is the sight above that captures the Orc's attention. Even befroe the man -- monster spoke, it was hard to not believe beyond a shadow of a debout who it was. And if he could but fly, the Orc might've charged him if but for no other reason let Orcish Fury take the wheel. Because as he stood helpless to close the distance, an unnerving sense of fear began to worm its way into the forefront.
"Wait... what?" He questioned quietly in response to the exchyange. Yet unable to find the voice to interrupt, he can only look back at Madame Eva questioningly before all hell breaks loose in quick succession. Hearing the wolves charging, Rudick planted his feet, and tightened his grip upon the warhammer, narrowing focus upon them. It might've been impossible to even deal with the servants alone, but he'd die swinging before the end!
Yet more activity from behind and above in quick succession left the Orc stunned for half a second. But in moments after, Rudick grudgingly charges after and in some ways ahead of some others for the portal, accepting that the need to fight on more even turns. Which was not now...
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Skip darts towards the portal after Rudick.....
initiative
23
Sergei wastes no time jumping into the portal after a few furtive glances up at the spectacle above him. The wolves he does not study or give much thought to other than to escape them. His thoughts are captured by the dread foe above them. How are they to subvert or otherwise work against such a being who appears to be nearly omnipotent and omniscient in this realm?
First get away, second ponder Madam Eva’s revelations, maybe they can help even the odds.
Ireena makes it into the portal first, and her form disappears. Ismark stands near it and ushers everybody into it with his sword drawn. In a bout or panic, Alev forgets he can fly as he rushes from the danger. About halfway to the portal, he stumbles as his foot catches on an unseen object. He barrels uncontrollably foward, his arms windmilling in the air. Just before he makes it to safety, a wolf closes the distance and lunges forward, drool splattering against the ground. It closes its fangs down upon your calf, and you feel blazing pain add through your body, more pain than you would expect from a wolf bite. You take 5 damage and need to make a DC 12 Constitution Saving Throw.
Ismark bellows, "Get off him!" as he brings his silvered greatsword down upon the wolf. It releases you with a howl of pain, and a burst of of foul steam erupts from its wound as the silver blade sinks into its flesh. Ismark throws you into the portal along with himself, and the portal closes with a flash of light as the party escapes.
Skip, roll a d20 and add 5 to see where the party ends up in Barovia.
DM- Azalin's Doom
DM- Surviving the Unsurvivable
Destination roll 8
~Chapter 2~
Hunted
Traveling through the gateway is an uncomfortable situation. You feel as if you are being stretched in all directions while being crushed into your center at the same time. With a flash of orange light, You find yourselves on a dirt road that clings to the side of a mountain and ends before and arching bridge of mold-encrusted stone at spends a natural casm. Gargoyles in cloaked in black moss perch on the corners of the bridge, their frowns weather-worn. On the mountainous side of the bridge, a waterfall spills into a misty pool nearly 1,000 feet below. The pool feeds a river that meanders into the fog-enshrouded pines that blanket the valley. You can see flashes of light and hear distant rumblings coming from the east down along the river, but the fog obscures what is causing it. You believe that it must be the fight between Madame Eva and Strahd, and your suspicions are confirmed when Ismark says, "This is the Tser Falls. We're just a few miles from where we were."
DM- Azalin's Doom
DM- Surviving the Unsurvivable
Alev's Constitution Save: 8
He shrieks as he feels the wolf's fangs sink into his skin. When Ireena saves him, he finds himself relieved that the beast didn't go for his throat. "Thank..." He starts saying to Ireena and Ismark before getting thrown into the portal.
When he opens his eyes, he looks around. "...you." He finishes what he was saying. "Seriously, thank you. I thought I was going to die there..."
Looking at the flashes of light, he comments. "It might be a good idea to get the hell out of here."
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Stumbling as he comes out of the portal, ears popping, eyes fizzing a little, a humming buzz like static in his brain for a few seconds, Skop shakes the ringing sensation out from his head.....
.....”That was....unpleasant...
Alev, you ok? I heard you just as I went through the portal. I should have stopped and come to help......I’m sorry my friend” the gnome looks a little crestfallen that his friend was hurt, but that he himself had gotten through to the portal without mishap. He is breathing deep, winded as though from a long run. Hands on his knees, he looks up to the rest ”where to from here? Istmark, you know these lands, what next?”
Con Save for Teleport Sickness and Funsies(DC 11): 8.
After the trip through the portal Rudick staggered at least a few feet from the other, and can barely get the faceplate up in time prior to spewing breakfast onto the ground. "Neither man... ugh... or Orc... was meant to move that way." He eventually sputters out between attempts to recover. Time and a few swigs from a waterskin soon sets him to right. So soon the Orc's return to the others, though with a wary eye occasionally being cast over in the rough direction of supposed Tsar and the destroyed camp.
"..Yes.. Mn... Skip is right. Preferably if the path can take us just as well across some place to further mask our scent, all the better. We will need every advantage we can get if we are to make good the Madame's distraction." He said firmly.
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"...Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about it." Alev answers to Skip. He had been left feeling very dizzy by the teleportation, and the bite hurt like hell. "Could have been worse."
He looks behind him to inspect the wound. "...I hope that I don't get rabies from this."
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Sergei twitches at Alev's comment. Werewolves..... He doesn't say anything right now though.
Sergei says,
"Hey Alev, can I take a look at that bite? I've done some studies on injuries and such. We should probably clean the wound ASAP in any case."
medicine 9