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If it helps, I’m basically waiting for you to actually enter and I’m waiting to see if y’all have any specific questions for Arrigal or anything y’all want to do before the adventure truly begins the next day
Just trying to think of how to introduce him, I might have to reread the IC posts to actually see what all the party has done thus far to avoid possible spoilers or inconsistencies
At this point the majority of the party is inside the tavern, in a secluded corner to speak with Arrigal about the mission ahead.
Some of y’all hadn’t yet selected a magic item or consumable, so I took it upon myself to give you something I thought would fit your characters. If you don’t like it or have an alternative idea, message me and we can hammer out the specifics.
If at any point I ask y’all to make a skill check, saving throw, attacks roll, etc, you can do so directly from your character sheet on dndbeyond. There’s a built in dice log that all members of the campaign can see, so that’s what I’ll use rather than several separate dice threads on this site
If at any point I ask y’all to make a skill check, saving throw, attacks roll, etc, you can do so directly from your character sheet on dndbeyond. There’s a built in dice log that all members of the campaign can see, so that’s what I’ll use rather than several separate dice threads on this site
As Kealsha, Kassandra, and Gawzarth join Arrigal one by one; Arrigal repeats the gesture of offering a swig from his flask while taking in the group as a whole. While he had noticed the tiefling glancing outside the window as if searching for another, she didn’t seem to have seen the elven woman that had been creeping around the tavern. ”So we have a lizardfolk brute, a tiefling wanderer, and a human bard (judging from the instruments she carries. Not exactly the most cohesive group, though perhaps a bit of variety and novelty is what’s needed…” Arrigal ponders briefly before responding to Kealsha’s queries.
Chuckling slightly, he answers, ”Nothing escapes you, does it? Aye, this is no simple mission to track down a few lost children, nor is it simply a wolf hunt in the name of vengeance. These children were not taken by man or beast, but a clan whose members blur that line with every full moon. They hail from an isolated land unknown to most, comprised of a handful of villages enclosed by mountains that scrape the sky and mists that blot out the sun.”
The Vistana pauses to take a few puffs from his pipe, offering this too to the adventurers before him as he lowers his voice and continues. ”You wonder why I prefer to keep the details a secret? It’s because I seek to avoid leading an entire village to their demise. You see, Barovia—from what I understand—is considered a demiplane. A miniature universe unto itself and largely unconnected to the rest of creation. Though my people know the secret of traversing the Mists and entering Barovia, shapechangers are not the only peril that greets newcomers to the land. If I was to explain to these villagers just what horrors are no doubt haunting their children at this very moment, they would insist on being taken there immediately. This sudden injection of flesh blood into Barovia would undoubtedly draw forth all manner of predators looking for an easy meal. If the children are to be saved before the shapechangers can complete their plan, their rescuers must be expeditious and able to evade notice. This is where you come in. The town has scraped together 200 gold pieces to offer as a reward for the heroes willing to follow me into Barovia. I was specifically seeking those strong of limb and mind, for Barovia has a way of breaking both, so tell me: do you have what it takes to stand steadfast against the dark and all creatures of the night? If so, I suggest you avail yourself to the few rooms my cousin has available and rest well for the night. The journey ahead is long and treacherous, and there’s no telling when you’ll next get a full night’s sleep. In the morning I can lead you to the small caravan of vardos my people use to travel through the Mists.”
Chuckling slightly, he answers, ”Nothing escapes you, does it? Aye, this is no simple mission to track down a few lost children, nor is it simply a wolf hunt in the name of vengeance. These children were not taken by man or beast, but a clan whose members blur that line with every full moon. They hail from an isolated land unknown to most, comprised of a handful of villages enclosed by mountains that scrape the sky and mists that blot out the sun.”
The Vistana pauses to take a few puffs from his pipe, offering this too to the adventurers before him as he lowers his voice and continues. ”You wonder why I prefer to keep the details a secret? It’s because I seek to avoid leading an entire village to their demise. You see, Barovia—from what I understand—is considered a demiplane. A miniature universe unto itself and largely unconnected to the rest of creation. Though my people know the secret of traversing the Mists and entering Barovia, shapechangers are not the only peril that greets newcomers to the land. If I was to explain to these villagers just what horrors are no doubt haunting their children at this very moment, they would insist on being taken there immediately. This sudden injection of flesh blood into Barovia would undoubtedly draw forth all manner of predators looking for an easy meal. If the children are to be saved before the shapechangers can complete their plan, their rescuers must be expeditious and able to evade notice. This is where you come in. The town has scraped together 200 gold pieces to offer as a reward for the heroes willing to follow me into Barovia. I was specifically seeking those strong of limb and mind, for Barovia has a way of breaking both, so tell me: do you have what it takes to stand steadfast against the dark and all creatures of the night? If so, I suggest you avail yourself to the few rooms my cousin has available and rest well for the night. The journey ahead is long and treacherous, and there’s no telling when you’ll next get a full night’s sleep. In the morning I can lead you to the small caravan of vardos my people use to travel through the Mists.”
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The bartender sighs as she shakes Kealhsa's hand and says with disappointment, "I suppose we'll have to wait for another time to get to know each other. I'm sure we'll have plenty of time after you finish conducting business." Lucia returns her attention to her duties behind the bar, polishing flagons, refilling the small refreshment bowls, and replacing the empty barrels of wine and ale. Though her back is turned, it's clear from Lucia's body language that she's ready to serve any who approach.
Arrigal takes another lengthy draught from his flask while looking Kealsha up and down as he tries to size her up. Though he can't quite guess her specialty from this first glance, the Vistani man sees a glint of determination in the tiefling's eyes that is rewarded with a slight nod of approval. Jerking his head toward a moonlit booth in a secluded corner of the tavern, Arrigal says politely, "For the sake of the concerned parents gathered here, I'd prefer we discuss specific details privately." He gives Gawzarth a grin and says, "I'm sorry to pull you away from the fire, but this conversation shouldn't take long and the Champagne can keep you warm enough for the interim."
Arrigal relocates to the aforementioned booth where he lights a pipe made of a dark crimson wood and makes himself comfortable. He buries himself into the intersection of the booth and the wall and begins smoking lazily. The light of the full moon illuminates the smoke curling toward the ceiling as the howl of a distant wolf reminds you of the dangers prowling the night.
While Roxy is checking the perimeter of the tavern for traps and other hidden hazards, she'd notice a strange mist creeping in from the edges of the village. The mist stays low to the ground as it winds its way between the poorly constructed homes, but its spread is far from natural. Rather than obeying the whims of the evening breeze or spreading uniformly, the mist seems to extend long, snaking tendrils that are then followed by bulging masses of the fog. The tendrils of mist seem to move intelligently, searching out sources of heat: scattered torches, the heat escaping from beneath doors, even a scrawny dog picking through refuse in hopes of a meal. It was toward the dog that the mist moved most quickly. With tendrils snaking out like ghostly lightning, the mist envelops the dog so quickly all it can do is yelp once. When the mist once again levels out, no sign of the dog remains...
Arrigal takes another lengthy draught from his flask while looking Kealsha up and down as he tries to size her up. Though he can't quite guess her specialty from this first glance, the Vistani man sees a glint of determination in the tiefling's eyes that is rewarded with a slight nod of approval. Jerking his head toward a moonlit booth in a secluded corner of the tavern, Arrigal says politely, "For the sake of the concerned parents gathered here, I'd prefer we discuss specific details privately." He gives Gawzarth a grin and says, "I'm sorry to pull you away from the fire, but this conversation shouldn't take long and the Champagne can keep you warm enough for the interim."
Arrigal relocates to the aforementioned booth where he lights a pipe made of a dark crimson wood and makes himself comfortable. He buries himself into the intersection of the booth and the wall and begins smoking lazily. The light of the full moon illuminates the smoke curling toward the ceiling as the howl of a distant wolf reminds you of the dangers prowling the night.
While Roxy is checking the perimeter of the tavern for traps and other hidden hazards, she'd notice a strange mist creeping in from the edges of the village. The mist stays low to the ground as it winds its way between the poorly constructed homes, but its spread is far from natural. Rather than obeying the whims of the evening breeze or spreading uniformly, the mist seems to extend long, snaking tendrils that are then followed by bulging masses of the fog. The tendrils of mist seem to move intelligently, searching out sources of heat: scattered torches, the heat escaping from beneath doors, even a scrawny dog picking through refuse in hopes of a meal. It was toward the dog that the mist moved most quickly. With tendrils snaking out like ghostly lightning, the mist envelops the dog so quickly all it can do is yelp once. When the mist once again levels out, no sign of the dog remains...
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