The tavern remains quiet as Drelkat asks his question. As he looks around though, the man in the shadows suddenly gestures to him, waving the cleric over to his table.
__________________ -Rhun
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
"Thanks. I'll take a room, too." Ryan gives the barkeep a couple of silver, then sips the wine.
Though he knows Delkat can handle himself, and it's probably just paranoia setting in, Ryan tries to keep an eye on the hooded stanger while they talk, looking for any sign of spellcasting or the like.
Delkat walks towards the table with the cloaked man, studying what he could observe carefully.
He looks at the table, seeing if the man offered a particular seat, but seeing nothing, he pulls back one of the chairs and sits across the table from him.
"Are you the burgomaster, or do you offer directions to his location?
So why the long faces? I thought gypsies were a cheerful sort of folk. Jugglin' knives & half dressed dancing girls.
Donner takes his ale and saunters up to the Vestani. He takes an open seat or pulls one up if need be.
I heard this place is cursed. Do you guys know who's behind it? I don't know about you, but I wouldn't hang out in a place that's cursed. After all its hard to get good trade from cursed lands. 'Don't eat that, its cursed. Don't sit on that chair, its cursed. Don't used the cursed wood from the cursed forest because it'll make a cursed fire.'
You know, if you think about it, that's kinda silly. After all, this cursed ale isn't half bad.
Sarryx will shake his head at the brashness of his fellow travellers, he will head to an out of the way place and try to keep out of the way. The last thing he wanted to do was draw attention to himself.
He motions for Ares to join him, whispering "Well, any element of surprise we had is gone, we must be wary of our companions as they give away any secrets we have. I fear this dark place and do not to wish to give it any advantage over me."
"Are you the burgomaster, or do you offer directions to his location?
"You would do well to attract less attention to yourselves...they are always listening." The man's voice is low, quiet as he speaks, an he gestures with his hand, indicating nobody in particular. "My name is Ismark. The burgomaster is my father." He takes a sip of his wine, and green eyes flash under his hood as he looks back at Drelkat. "Or perhaps I should was my father, for he passed on several days ago."
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I heard this place is cursed. Do you guys know who's behind it? I don't know about you, but I wouldn't hang out in a place that's cursed. After all its hard to get good trade from cursed lands. 'Don't eat that, its cursed. Don't sit on that chair, its cursed. Don't used the cursed wood from the cursed forest because it'll make a cursed fire.'
You know, if you think about it, that's kinda silly. After all, this cursed ale isn't half bad.
One of the vistani frowns as Nebten's intrustion. "We have not desire to speak with outsiders. Leave us."
__________________ -Rhun
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
"There is a darkness, a blight upon this land," says Ismark, still keeping his voice low. "What the true source of this evil is, I do not know, though I can guess...I only know that the sky watches, and the wind listens. Those who draw attention to themselves have the odd habit of disappearing." Ismark draws his hood back, revealing to you a handome face, made old before its time. While you are certain he must be in his mid-twenties, Ismark looks to be near forty. Still, he has bright green eyes, and a mop of dark hair covers his head. He takes another sip of his wine before continuing. "You say you have notes from my father? Could I perhaps see them?"
__________________ -Rhun
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
Delkat looks over towards the bar, where the others had been congregating and motions over the holder of the notes.
As the individual nears the table, Delkat says in a low voice,"The burgomaster is dead, Ismark, here, is his son, and would like to see the notes we have from his late father."
After the man has a chance to read over the notes, Delkat begins to speak once again,"What do you make of them?"
"This is my father's writing," says Ismark, tapping his fingers on the second letter, the one you found on the dead man in the forest. He looks at the other, immediately noting the broken seal. "This seal...it is..." he lowers his voice even further. "The seal of Count Von Zarovich, who rules these lands. But why? I don't understand why he would send this letter. It is as if he wanted to lure you here to Barovia."
__________________ -Rhun
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
So why the long faces? I thought gypsies were a cheerful sort of folk. Jugglin' knives & half dressed dancing girls.
Donner takes his ale and saunters up to the Vestani. He takes an open seat or pulls one up if need be.
I heard this place is cursed. Do you guys know who's behind it? I don't know about you, but I wouldn't hang out in a place that's cursed. After all its hard to get good trade from cursed lands. 'Don't eat that, its cursed. Don't sit on that chair, its cursed. Don't used the cursed wood from the cursed forest because it'll make a cursed fire.'
You know, if you think about it, that's kinda silly. After all, this cursed ale isn't half bad.
Excuse us
Ares say to the Vistani and taps Donner on the shoulder. Do not be fool... what are you trying to do, gather attention when it is not needed?
He hand Donner some coins Drain you joy with a drink ... on me.
He will then head to the bartender and will pay for a room.
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"What do you know of this Count von Zarovich? How long has he ruled? Who did he succeed? Does he venture into town?"
"The Count...ha, count?" Ismark spits on the floor. "The Devil, I name him! He has ruled here since before any now were born. Centuries, if the legends are to be believed! If someone ruled here before he came, we Barovians do not remember it." The man takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and then takes another sip of his wine. "He does not come into town...at least, not by day. It is said that he moves here and there in the darkness, seen but unseen. And he terrorizes my sister, the fair Ireena." Ismark looks straight into Drelkat's eyes. "It is unfortunate that you are here, for it will likely mean your doom. None ever leave Barovia, at least not without the Devil's blessing.
But since you are here, you must help us. My sister needs your aid, and we have nowhere else to turn."
__________________ -Rhun
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
Delkat's brow furrows as he hears the tale of Count von Zarovich.
"May I ask -- how did your father pass?"
He listens to the mans response before venturing further.
"Your sister, Ireena -- she is listed in the first letter, supposedly penned by this von Zarovich himself -- why would he send us a letter asking for aid upon her behalf, and then also terrorize her?"
"What exactly does this terrorizing entail? What aid does she require? Is she injured?"
Ismark shakes his head. "It appears that his poor old heart gave out," says the man. "Suspicious, though, if you ask me. You'll note that my father mentioned Ireena in the second letter as well...and that she was bitten by this 'vampyre.' For that is the name by which the Count calls his race." Ismark finishes off his goblet of wine.
"Ireena remains barricaded within the family manse, with the body of our beloved Father. The Count haunts her by night, and his servants roam free across the land. Nobody will help me take his remains to the church for a proper burial." Ismark stands. "You must come with me. I will show you. But we certainly want to be back to the house before night falls."
__________________ -Rhun
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
As Ismark mentions that he, too, believes the Count to be a vampire, Delkat searches his mind for all of the information that he has read about vampires.
"Your father has not been read his final rites??" Delkat blusters out.
"By Aditi! He must be laid to rest at once! I will go with you."
Delkat turns to the others,"I cannot stay at this Inn -- there are people in need elsewhere -- who will accompany me to the Burgomaster's manse and lend aid to his son and daughter?"
Is it Delkat, or Drelkat? Why did I think there was an "R?"
Delkat knows all the standard strenghts and weaknesses of a vampire, as per the Monster Manual/SRD Entry.
With that said, he also knows that a vampire that is centuries old is probably far stronger than the standard vampire, falling into the class of vampires known as "ancients." Exactly what the Count's individual strengths and weaknesses are he doesn't know.
__________________ -Rhun
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
Donner has a reflexive laugh but tries to hold it in at Ares remark. He then makes the sounds of a "raspberry" and lets out a chuckle. The priest spits out some of his drink the process.
Over hearing the tale-end of Delkat's conversation, Donner answers his call.
Sounds like an event that requires special preparation. Two priests, one young, one old. Let us leave this place, the ale has gone stale.
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