Rhun's I6: Ravenloft - IC Thread

[Rhun]

The man nods to Esmeralda. "Certainly lass. Nine Lions Inn. They've got warm beds, heary food, and cheap ale. Tell them that Liton sent you." He points down the main cobbled street of the town. "Down main street a bit, and then turn right at the second cross street. The inn will be just a couple buildings down, on your right."

 

[Queenie]

Emse curtsies at the man and as her mood was quickly improving, she smiles. "Thank you Sir! And a good, dry evening to you as well."

She doubts any of soggy companions will complain about the accommodations so she starts off down the road following the man's directions. "Imagine that boys, food, ale, warm beds and a chance to get dry. And for me a chance for a bath though some of you should also consider getting the dirt and blood off. ESPECIALLY if you want to impress any ladies."

 

[Rhun]

The gate warden waits until you are all through, and then closes the gate, lowering a thick wooden bar across it. He then takes an iron key from his pouch, and secures the bar into place with a heavy padlock. Then he turns to watch you walk down the street for a moment before returning to his chair: several stacked bales of hay, mostly sheltered from the rain by the wooden walkway around the top of the wall.

 

[Fenris]

Floating down and back to the sturdy ground, Ares brushes his cloth.
These are werewolves ... creatures of the full moon. One time at the past they were ordinary human, like you.

Kyrabvik laughs a dry laugh. "I have nothing to fear then as I am no ordinary human" he says with a wink to Esme.

"Though I too am fine, a few scratches is all, easily healed. Let us press on."

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As they enter the town, Kyranvik gazes around at the town, and give the gate warden a nod in thanks. A warm fire and food and ale sounded very good. He smiles at Esme's quip and continues through the rain to the inn.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Do not be arrogant
Ares reply to Kay'el, Sarryx and Kyranvik.
Heroes tend to perish quickly while the cautious tend to live.
For the rest of the trip Ares is mostly quite, muttering to himself for being caught in the rain.

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Hours later ...

He sigh when they reach Dunfield, giving a cold look to the watchman.

 

[renau1g]

Sarryx brokers Ares scolding with only a small scowl, realizing that he was exhibiting one of the most common characteristics of dragons, hubris, which often lead to their downfalls.

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At the words of the guard, Sarryx shrugs, and holds out his hands, showing they're empty and bearing no arms.

"Yes, let's head to the inn, I will enjoy cleaning off my scales." the draconic humanoid replies to Emse

 

[Fenris]

Do not be arrogant
Ares reply to Kay'el, Sarryx and Kyranvik.
Heroes tend to perish quickly while the cautious tend to live.
For the rest of the trip Ares is mostly quite, muttering to himself for being caught in the rain.

"Arrogance is only that when it is unjustified. And being a hero is not the opposite nor is it exclusive of being cautious. Beging a hero is the motivation for one's actions. Caution is merely the manner in which they are executed. And neither is exclusive of being arrogant. And Caution, while often prudent if menaing watchful and wary, can also lead to the mire of indecision and cowardice." replies Kyranvik

 

[Nebten]

Donner smile couldn't get any wider at the mention of the Nine Lions Inn and his teeth shined at the sounds of "cheap ale."

Impress the ladies at this hour, Izzy? If there be 'ladies' about I don't think they'll need much to impress them. 'cept some coin or a couple flagons of mead. Hahaha! Besides to wash off Bashari's holy water would be a sin. Let us see what this village has to offer . . .

 

[Queenie]

Esme laughs. "Yes, he is always like this!" she says in reference to Ky's lecturing. "But you boys will undoubtedly discuss this in a lively fashion tonight over drinks. Which should be quite entertaining." She pulls her wet hair out of her eyes again and squints, searching in the rain and dark for the Inn.

 

[Rhun]

You traverse the rain-slick cobblestone streets, moving between the wood, brick and stone houses and buildings. The vernacular architecture of most the buildings is quite simple; square and rectangular in shape, with sloped roofs, most rising three or four stories above you. Most windows are shuttered tight against the storm, light leaking around the cracks between the wooden slats. The way is lit by enclosed oil lamps hung from poles along the street at irregular intervals; while not bright, at least they provide enough illumination for you to find your way this dark night.

The streets are empty as you make your way toward the Nine Lions Inn. Soon enough you are standing before the place. The heavy front door is shut, but bright light shines through the leaded glass window, and the place looks busy this night. The rain has driven everyone inside, but apparently many of them decided to take refugae at this inn.


The Streets of Dunhill



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