Rhun's I6: Ravenloft - IC Thread

[Nebten]

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."

Clean my dear, is a relative term. I would say I'm cleaner then a muckdweller or an earthy.* But I do take offense about being polite! I am the nicest person I know. I swear I tripped over a root when I pushed you into that mud puddle earlier today. Not my fault their roads are shoddy. So can ye by a fella a drink?

*earth elemental

 

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Delkat

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Delkat lets that sink in briefly.

"I am in Barovia."

Snapping back to the present.

"How long has Dunhill been free from the rule of this Count von Zarovich? You mentioned that his powered has waned as of lately."

"Plus, how long ago did the werewolves and undead begin walking the lands freely at night?"

Delkat thinks back to all he knows of vampires -- he hasn't faced many of them in combat, but ghouls, skeletons, ghasts, and zombies, have been the lion share of his foes.

"Unfortunately, I have business within the village of Barovia, so I must travel there, but rest assured," he says, as he touches the holy symbol on the chain around his neck," with my goddess' help, I will bring her radiance to shine once again upon that valley."

It may have been the liquor, but the Captain is fairly sure he saw the symbol blaze briefly with the light of the sun.

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[Queenie]

Esmerelda turns her back to the bar, leaning up against it with her own ale in her hand. Again laughing lightly she asks, "And why, exactly, dear Donner, would I want to do that? You seem to be very well lubricated already."

 

[Rhun]

The bearded warrior speaking to Drelkat bursts into deep, belly-aching laughter, loud enough that all those in the taproom turn their heads at the sounds. The laughter continues for several moments before the man wipes a tear from his eye and again leans in close to the cleric, speaking to him in a low voice.

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"Forgive my outburst, but many have said they would return, and none have." He chuckles again and takes a hearty drink of ale, emptying his mug. "Only the damn Vistani gypsies seem to come and go from the valley at will. Well, them and the damn undead."

Torvay leans back in his chair and takes on a more conversational tone. "I'm not a historian. But Barovia was a peaceful, pleasant land until some four or five hundred years ago. That was when the von Zarovich family conquered the realm with their army, and took residence in the great Castle Ravenloft. I'm told they ruled with an iron hand, but as time went on, their power waned in the outlying lands, and their borders collapsed." The captain shurgs. "But who would notice in Coris? They don't call these these lands the Sundered Realms for nothing."

"The undead, though, and the lycans? Well, they've been a problem on and off for as long as I can remember. Every few years their numbers grown...though this is the worst I've seen in my lifetime."
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[Nebten]

A confused look comes over Donner's face. Well . . . hmmm because . . . I hate it when she does this . . . because, uh . . because we can! Who knows when we'll have a night like this! One night we are living it up, the next we are stuck in some crypt trying to survive the night holding our every breath so that the ghouls and ghosts don't find us. Kyle over there could be mortally wounded with his head in your lap while I try to tend his wounds keeping him alive until morning. Then, during that moment of crisis . . . look into each others eyes, as Donner looks deeply into Esmerelda eyes holding her cause. Thinking, I would rather be having a drink with you then being here.


After that, the priest released a loud sneeze and wipes the snot with his hand.

 

[Fenris]

Kyranvik watched Donner with a wry grin finally adding "If his head is as dirty as yours, I doubt it will find a place in any lap, dying or no" says Ky as he sips his ale nect to Esme.

"But you are right, life is for the living and though we are stout, still much peril awaits us in this life. So let us live while we are alive. Barkeep, another drink for my friend here." says Kyranvik as he tosses the coin to the barkeep before offering his hand to Esme.
"And if by chance, we do not get another opporunity, then I would feel cheated to not have another dance with you." says Ky as he looks about for someone to play some music for them. "Any musicans care to make a few coin?" he calls out.

 

[Queenie]

Esme scrunches her nose at Donner's unsanitary wiping of his nose. SHE was going to need more alcohol to get the sight of that out of her mind. Still, he always made her laugh and amused her. She takes a coin out of her bodice and spins it over to him along the counter.

She takes a couple large gulps of her ale as Ky starts pulling her towards the middle of the room before she could protest. Her eyes sparkle and Ky knows she is teasing, "And what if I didn't feel like dancing, Kyranvik?" as her hand found its way into his.

 

[kinem]

Ryan grins. "I could use some coin."

He finishes his bread and washes it down with ale, then produces his mandolin from under the table.

Choosing a central location in the tavern, he sits there and starts playing. His first tune is a fairly simple one, a popular work tune among the dwarves of Korador and certainly danceable. However, it is unfamiliar to this crowd, and falls flat on their ears - a perception not helped by the fact that Ryan is a bit rusty.

Seeing the reaction of the locals, he switches gears. He plays a lively tune which the locals know. He doesn't sing but the lyrics are familiar to most and a few of the braver or drunker locals sing lyrics that are at least close. The song is about a pair of lovers that fight to be reunited through all sorts of obstacles, overcoming monsters and travelling the world. He plays flawlessly and the crowd applauds vigorously.

Finally he tries an elven tune, lively but perhaps a bit too complex, ending up with a workmanlike effort that receives only polite applause.

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[Nebten]

Donner takes the ale provided by Kyranvik and palms the coin left by Esmerelda. He returns to his thoughts while sitting at the bar. His ears perk up with he hears Ryan start to sing his second song. The priest chimes in with the lyrics like a cat taking a bath:

Just like a knight in shining armor
From a long time ago
Just in time I will save the day
Take you to my castle far away

I am a man who will fight for your honor
I'll be the hero you're dreaming of
We're gonna live forever
Knowing together that we
Did it all for the glory of love

We'll live forever
Knowing together that we
Did it all for the glory of love

We did it all for love
We did it all for love

 

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Delkat

As the stranger from the road begins to sing, Delkat's concentration on his conversation is broken.

His ears being assailed by truly horrid lyrics, Delkat panics slightly when he realizes that he did not pray to Aditi this morning for the ability to silence things. Adding insult to injury, his two scrolls of silence were sitting safe and sound in his haversack upstairs.

He pondered briefly whether he should return to his room to get them, but decided to power on through it.

Trying his best to shake off the effects of the evil spell, Delkat continues as best he can.

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"Oh," Delkat says after a moment,"I did not realize that this problem had been one that has been ongoing since ages long forgot."

"I can assure you, that undeath is a subject that I am well versed in -- especially delivering it to true death, as is the way of my goddess."

"These gypsies you speak of, who do they pay homage to -- this Count Zarovich? I see no reason why they should enjoy free passage through this realm if no one else does."
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