Rhun's I6: Ravenloft - IC Thread

[Queenie]

Esme quickly follows Ryan in, keeping close to him in case of trouble.

 

[Rhun]

Entering the tavern, Ryan notes that the sign above the door once read "Blood of the Vine," but someone has scratch over the "F" with a "N." Inside, the once finely appointed tavern has grown shoddy with age and neglect. A fire blazes in a huge stone hearth, but seems to give off only scant warmth to the few cloaked persons huddled at tables nearby. The silence is near complete inside, broken only by the crackle of the flames and the occasional sip of a drink. A thin man of average height, thinning brown hair and plain features, wearing a leather apron over his clothes, stands behind the bar. He mindlessly polishes glasses, one after another, staring off into the distance. He doesn't seem to even notice you as you enter.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Curse on the land
Ares says to himself when the sky begins to weep again.
He follows Ryan but say nothing, all he want is a room and silence. Both of them seem to be available in here.

 

[Rhun]

A trio of men at a table near the door give you a cursory glance, and then go back to their wine. You note that they wear the brightly colored clothes of the Vistani gypsies under their heavy cloaks. A few townsfolk near the fire pay no attention to you at all. One man sitting in the shadows of the corner, hood pulled up to hide his features, seems to stare in your direction for several moments before going back to his drink.

The bartender continues polishing glasses, not even looking at you.

 

[kinem]

Ryan saunters up to the bar and addresses the man behind it.

"Good evening. My friends and I have had a hard day's travell, and we could use refreshments, food, and rooms. And if you don't mind a bit of music, perhaps I'll play some tunes on the mandolin after dinner. I'm Ryan, by the way.

We are in town on urgent business for the burgomaster, so I'd appreciate it if you could point me in his direction, as well. I realize that you don't get many strangers here, but we're here to help people, if we can."

 

[Nebten]

Donner stads out in the rain to let it wash over him and soak his clothes. He says a prayer under his breath before heading in.

Ahhh, gypsy folk! I've heard tales of your enlightening herbs. Might you have some to share to celebrate this glorious night!

Ryan, thank you so much for the first round! I will most likely return the favor once we have been paid to rid this land of its plague. =v)

Donner

 

[kinem]

Ryan winks at Donner. "Sure thing, as long as it comes from that platinum you owe me. My purse right now is as light as a feather."

 

[Rhun]

"Good evening. My friends and I have had a hard day's travell, and we could use refreshments, food, and rooms. And if you don't mind a bit of music, perhaps I'll play some tunes on the mandolin after dinner. I'm Ryan, by the way.

We are in town on urgent business for the burgomaster, so I'd appreciate it if you could point me in his direction, as well. I realize that you don't get many strangers here, but we're here to help people, if we can."

The man behind the bar turns to look at Ryan, blinking several times as if coming out of a trance. He wordlessly fills glasses for you with a dark red wine, and then disappears into the kitchen. He returns a few minutes later with a platter, upon which are wooden bowls filled with thick brown stew. His voice is low, hardly more than a whisper as he speaks. "Two coppers per glass, and another for the stew. Rooms are a silver piece each." His words spoken, he picks up a rag and empty glass, and returns to polishing the drinkware.

At Ryan's mention of the burgomaster, the hooded man in the shadows looks up. Though you can't see his features, it seems as though he is now staring at Ryan.

Ahhh, gypsy folk! I've heard tales of your enlightening herbs. Might you have some to share to celebrate this glorious night!

The three gypsies at the table give Donner a stern, hard look, and then return to their quiet drinks without so much as offering a greeting.

 

[renau1g]

Sarryx will calmly walk up to the front and place a pair of silver coins onto the bar, sliding them to the barkeep. "I trust the accomodations are safe for an evening of rest?" he asks

 

[Rhun]

The barkeep merely shrugs at the question. Taking the coin, he hands Sarryx a heavy iron key with a number engraved in it, and points to a set of stairs leading up.