Rhun's I6: Ravenloft - IC Thread
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Rhun
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The Captain looks up at Drelkat for several seconds. While the cleric doesn't think the watch officer is drunk per se, it is clear that he has probably had several ales over the course of the night. Finally, he gestures to a seat. "What can I do for you, Drelkat Kraylin of Aditi?"
s@squ@tch
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Delkat
As the man mispronounces his name, Delkat's left eye squints slightly as he appraises the mans current mental state.
He takes the offered seat and sits down.
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"I had some questions about the inhabitants of the nearby lands."
"I have travelled for several moons so far to reach this far, and have not run into anything like what attacked me on the road just before dusk."
"Four men -- well, they were men, but they were no longer -- they were werewolves."
He judges the man's expression as the word sinks in.
"How widespread is lycanthropy in this area? Is this the reason for the extra town security?"
He waits for him to answer the question, ponders the Captain's answers, then drops the bomb.
"What can you tell me of the path from Dunfield into the realm of Barovia?"
OOC: what knowledge skill would be appropriate for understanding lycanthropy in this realm? nature? religion?
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As the man mispronounces his name, Delkat's left eye squints slightly as he appraises the mans current mental state.
He takes the offered seat and sits down.
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"I had some questions about the inhabitants of the nearby lands."
"I have travelled for several moons so far to reach this far, and have not run into anything like what attacked me on the road just before dusk."
"Four men -- well, they were men, but they were no longer -- they were werewolves."
He judges the man's expression as the word sinks in.
"How widespread is lycanthropy in this area? Is this the reason for the extra town security?"
He waits for him to answer the question, ponders the Captain's answers, then drops the bomb.
"What can you tell me of the path from Dunfield into the realm of Barovia?"
OOC: what knowledge skill would be appropriate for understanding lycanthropy in this realm? nature? religion?
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Fenris
Adventurer
Kyranvik also bathes and dresses in clean, dry clothes and head downstairs to join Esme, ordering an ale as well as he stands protectively next to Esme at the bar.
Jemal
Adventurer
"A shilling, you say?" Kay'el flips the payment onto the bar, a smile on his face "Well worth it for a good sweetwine." After receiving his meal and drink, Kay'el takes his time enjoying them while keeping an eye on his companions, chuckling inwardly at Kyranvik's possessiveness... Though at least the man had good taste, Kay'el thought as he found his eyes wandering for just a moment.
With a slight sigh and shake of his head, the elf returned his attention to the crowd.. what he wouldn't give for a nice elven lass.
With a slight sigh and shake of his head, the elf returned his attention to the crowd.. what he wouldn't give for a nice elven lass.
Rhun
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The captain takes a long pull from his mug as he considers Drelkat's questions, pondering for a moment before answering. He leans closer to the cleric; Drelkat can smell the alcohol on the man's breath. His voice is a whisper as he replies. "Werewolves, ghouls, vampires...it isn't common knowledge, but all manner of foul creatures walk these parts in the darkness of the night it seems these days. That is why the added security in Dunhill."
The captain frowns and takes another slug of his drink. "And that damn Barovia is the reason for all of it." He shakes his head. "You are technically in the County of Barovia now, my friend. This town used to fall under the sway of the old Count von Zarovich. But over the years, he became more reclusive, and his power waned. He really only hold power of the valley and village of Barovia now; our fine town here lies outside his rule."
"If you truly look to travel to the heart of Barovia, you can take the road through the Svalich Woods. But I advise against it...nobody comes back from that valley. There is a darkness there, that can consume your very soul.
OOC: Oh and on the knowledge question...technically it would be Knowledge (Local), but I'd also allow Knowledge (Arcana). I would also allow a Knowledge (Nature) with a higher DC, but not a Knowledge (Religion).[/sblock]
The captain takes a long pull from his mug as he considers Drelkat's questions, pondering for a moment before answering. He leans closer to the cleric; Drelkat can smell the alcohol on the man's breath. His voice is a whisper as he replies. "Werewolves, ghouls, vampires...it isn't common knowledge, but all manner of foul creatures walk these parts in the darkness of the night it seems these days. That is why the added security in Dunhill."
The captain frowns and takes another slug of his drink. "And that damn Barovia is the reason for all of it." He shakes his head. "You are technically in the County of Barovia now, my friend. This town used to fall under the sway of the old Count von Zarovich. But over the years, he became more reclusive, and his power waned. He really only hold power of the valley and village of Barovia now; our fine town here lies outside his rule."
"If you truly look to travel to the heart of Barovia, you can take the road through the Svalich Woods. But I advise against it...nobody comes back from that valley. There is a darkness there, that can consume your very soul.
OOC: Oh and on the knowledge question...technically it would be Knowledge (Local), but I'd also allow Knowledge (Arcana). I would also allow a Knowledge (Nature) with a higher DC, but not a Knowledge (Religion).[/sblock]
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Strahd_Von_Zarovich
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Even though he can see in the dark, Ares takes candles that are used for light in the room.
He draws a circle with hot wax on the floor and sits inside, placing 3 candles in a triangle shape Ares begin to mediate.
Oh... great lord, the prince of all princes of deception (He refers to Fraz-Urb-Luu). Protect the soul of my mother and her demon blooded son. Your servant will bring his wrath upon the denizens of Barovia to avenge his mother’s death.
He takes his silver dagger and scratches his arm. He let’s the blood drop to the middle of the circle and then takes hot wax from the candle and block the flow of blood.
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Even though he can see in the dark, Ares takes candles that are used for light in the room.
He draws a circle with hot wax on the floor and sits inside, placing 3 candles in a triangle shape Ares begin to mediate.
Oh... great lord, the prince of all princes of deception (He refers to Fraz-Urb-Luu). Protect the soul of my mother and her demon blooded son. Your servant will bring his wrath upon the denizens of Barovia to avenge his mother’s death.
He takes his silver dagger and scratches his arm. He let’s the blood drop to the middle of the circle and then takes hot wax from the candle and block the flow of blood.
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Nebten
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Donner has had at least 3 maybe 4 ales by the time the rest of his party comes back down from their rooms. He engauges in small chit-chat with fellow patrons but does not care if it is welcomed or not.
Donner is at the far end of the bar when he spots Kay'el get his high priced drink.
Hey Kyle . . . KYLE!! Did I ever tell you that there was a kid in my village named Kyle where I grew up? He was the farrier's son. He spent all day cleaning up horse crap. Did you ever do that, clean crap? Rotten business that is. I wonder what happend to him . . . In any case, I think there is a hole in my pouch, see. And I think my coins fell out of my pouch. And I am parched. All that walkin' n' rain n' fighting werewolves. So can I have some coins? Who knows how long this storm will last after all . . .
Donner is at the far end of the bar when he spots Kay'el get his high priced drink.
Hey Kyle . . . KYLE!! Did I ever tell you that there was a kid in my village named Kyle where I grew up? He was the farrier's son. He spent all day cleaning up horse crap. Did you ever do that, clean crap? Rotten business that is. I wonder what happend to him . . . In any case, I think there is a hole in my pouch, see. And I think my coins fell out of my pouch. And I am parched. All that walkin' n' rain n' fighting werewolves. So can I have some coins? Who knows how long this storm will last after all . . .
Queenie
Queen of Everything
"Is the weather here always so nasty?"
Esmerelda chuckles at Donner. "All that werewolf fighting IS dirty work, perhaps you would be more likely to beg coins off someone if you were clean!" She sipped her own ale then laughed again, her smile wide and flirty. "And more polite."
Rhun
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"No, not always," says the innkeeper. "But you've come during the rainy season, and we're not far from the mountains. Tends to keep a great deal of the moisture here."
