stonegod's Expedition to Castle Ravenloft: Ch. II [IC]

[stonegod]

Aldastan nods and takes the rapier. It'll be a few days. Have this lender... you know, just in case. The rapier is fine quality, but has no enhancement on it. It'll do, but only against more mundane enemies. [MW rapier]

Ravika, Marot, and Landreth all sit around the inn, Urik keeping vigil over the matron. The all look at each other, saying nothing. Eventually, Jarrith returns back to see the scene. You're back? What happened to you?

In a back room, Avron begins the long work of scribing. It looks to be successful, but it will take time. [Locate object successful]

Ashlyn discusses her needs with the artificers and they set to work. Seeing Tessa ask around for help with finding housing, she grabs the priest and the set off for the Burgomeiter's manse. Soon, they are before the large wooden doors. Ashlyn has to knock several times before she faintly hears a female voice.

Go away. I am... unwell.

 

[pathfinderq1]

Tessa turned to Ashlyn, a look of dawning horror set upon her face. "You don't suppose that no one has bothered, or dared, to tell her about her brother, do you? Or that she might be 'unwell' in much the same fashion as he is?" Then she turned back to the closed door, pausing only briefly to clasp the Icon of Ravenloft in her left hand, concealed for the moment by the folds of her cloak.

"My Lady! Please come out! We have news that you must hear."

 

[stonegod]

"My Lady! Please come out! We have news that you must hear."

There is a long pause from inside, almost to the point where Ashlyn and Tessa think Ireena has forgotten them. But then, the door opens just enough to let the light of the sun wash her features and see the two at her threshold.

Ireena is not well.

It appears the young woman has not slept. She looks haggard and paler than before. Her eyes are red, though not from crying... lack of sleep. She is exhausted. Her clothes are rumpled, and her hair is unkempt.[sblock=Tessa]The edge of her high collar is discolored[/sblock]Lady Ashlyn. Mistress Tessa. I beg of you to let me to my peace. My sleep is disturbed, and, I confess, I fear I am in no shape to face the sun.

 

[Stormwind]

[OOC(stonegod): Ashlyn used 2x lesser restoration to restore her con earlier, at the same time as Jarrith was discussing the enchantment for his blade.]


Ashlyn's eyes harden as she sees the state that Irene is in, "This will not do. This will not do at all. As you stated my lady, you are not well, and poor friends would we be if we were to leave you here in this condition. Well, you obviously do not wish to travel into town in your state, so there is only one thing for it. We will move in here and help you to recover and make sure that you get a good nights sleep, and I will not take no for an answer, at least not until you are well on the road to recovery."

[Diplomacy (on Irene to convince her of the proposed course of action): 1d20+10]


As she takes careful note of Irene's condition, Ashlyn breifly looks upon the woman with eyes that are not quite normal, in an attempt to see how far things have progressed.

[Detect undead spell-like ability (on Irene)]

 

[pathfinderq1]

Tessa stood back a pace, allowing Ashlyn to lead the "discussion" with Ireena. From the look of things, they would have to coax the young woman out- perhaps to whatever house they ended up choosing- it seemed likely that at least one vampire already had a standing invitation to this building...

"Indeed, we would help if you allow it. Will you let us in, that we might discuss this?" Tessa tried to keep her voice reasonable and reassuring- but within her own mind, a voice called out "She is tainted, marked by the beast. Perhaps even now she is one of them, like her brother. FIRE WOULD CLEANSE HER..."

OOC: Aid Another on the Diplomacy; 1d20+1 vs. DC 10

 

[s@squ@tch]

Meanwhile, at the Hall of Justice, err, Inn:

"So, then he said,'That wasn't my wife, that was my sister!"

He laughs loudly and slaps the table with his hand.

The warlock was heavy into his cups.

Noticing that Jarrith was suddenly back inside the Inn, the warlock calls out,"Hey, brother, any word on when this party will get started back up?"

He looks around for a minute before slightly slurring,"Wait a minute, where did those two womens go?"

 

[DEFCON 1]

Jarrith stands in the doorway for a few moments, and after noticing the return of Ravika, the journey up from the cellar of Ladreth, and the drinking of Marot... he allows himself a small hint of a smile. "I do not know if we should call all of this a 'party', my friend... but it certainly seems like you are celebrating. I think I shall join you."

He goes over to the hard wooden bar and acquires his own glass of wine, then joins the others sitting around the tables. "I do not know how long we all shall be waiting here... but I know that the work of the artificers will take several days for my rapier at least. Enjoy this time of relaxation while you can... it's been a long time coming and probably a long time until we'll get it again." He reflexively turns his head to look out the window and find Sir Khensu kneeling in the square, still in his prayer vigil.

 

[EvolutionKB]

Avron comes from his study of the divine scrolls out into the common room. Seeing the warlock buzzed up and the Jarrith joining him for a drink, the crazed one gets only a glass of water. He turns a backward glance at the pair, "When you are as crazy as me, you don't need alcohol to fuel the fire."

 

[renau1g]

Ravika will follow the rest of the pack and order a drink, but she'll only sip it cautiously. The shifter watches the others, but has joined them at the table becoming fascinated with their mannerisms, so different from her tribe.

 

[ethandrew]

The lack of response by anyone to get Ladreth a drink finally spills over when everyone else served themselves. Always one to follow protocol and order, he wasn't entirely comfortable as he stood behind the bar pouring various clear liquids from unmarked jars into one single glass. It smelled strong and that's what he needed to wash away the worries of these Barovian nights.

He stood there for a moment watching the assembled group relaxing a bit. The gloom and doom seemed to be hanging over them still, but at least they appeared relaxed at this time. The horrors Ladreth faced when he briefly joined them still traveled with him, so he can't imagine what they see when their eyes are closed.

He shook his head at the thought and took a large pull from his glass, choking and coughing at the awfulness he just concocted.