Rhun's I6: Ravenloft - IC Thread

Delkat Kraylin

The cleric strides into the common room. His cloak pushed back, exposing the finely worked image of the sun on his breastplate.

"Who here can direct me to the Burgomaster of this village?"
 

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The tavern remains quiet as Drelkat asks his question. As he looks around though, the man in the shadows suddenly gestures to him, waving the cleric over to his table.
 

"Thanks. I'll take a room, too." Ryan gives the barkeep a couple of silver, then sips the wine.

Though he knows Delkat can handle himself, and it's probably just paranoia setting in, Ryan tries to keep an eye on the hooded stanger while they talk, looking for any sign of spellcasting or the like.
 

Delkat walks towards the table with the cloaked man, studying what he could observe carefully.

He looks at the table, seeing if the man offered a particular seat, but seeing nothing, he pulls back one of the chairs and sits across the table from him.

"Are you the burgomaster, or do you offer directions to his location?
 

So why the long faces? I thought gypsies were a cheerful sort of folk. Jugglin' knives & half dressed dancing girls.

Donner takes his ale and saunters up to the Vestani. He takes an open seat or pulls one up if need be.

I heard this place is cursed. Do you guys know who's behind it? I don't know about you, but I wouldn't hang out in a place that's cursed. After all its hard to get good trade from cursed lands. 'Don't eat that, its cursed. Don't sit on that chair, its cursed. Don't used the cursed wood from the cursed forest because it'll make a cursed fire.'

You know, if you think about it, that's kinda silly. After all, this cursed ale isn't half bad.
 

Sarryx will shake his head at the brashness of his fellow travellers, he will head to an out of the way place and try to keep out of the way. The last thing he wanted to do was draw attention to himself.

He motions for Ares to join him, whispering "Well, any element of surprise we had is gone, we must be wary of our companions as they give away any secrets we have. I fear this dark place and do not to wish to give it any advantage over me."
 

"Are you the burgomaster, or do you offer directions to his location?

"You would do well to attract less attention to yourselves...they are always listening." The man's voice is low, quiet as he speaks, an he gestures with his hand, indicating nobody in particular. "My name is Ismark. The burgomaster is my father." He takes a sip of his wine, and green eyes flash under his hood as he looks back at Drelkat. "Or perhaps I should was my father, for he passed on several days ago."

I heard this place is cursed. Do you guys know who's behind it? I don't know about you, but I wouldn't hang out in a place that's cursed. After all its hard to get good trade from cursed lands. 'Don't eat that, its cursed. Don't sit on that chair, its cursed. Don't used the cursed wood from the cursed forest because it'll make a cursed fire.'

You know, if you think about it, that's kinda silly. After all, this cursed ale isn't half bad.

One of the vistani frowns as Nebten's intrustion. "We have not desire to speak with outsiders. Leave us."
 

Studying the man's face, Delkat continues, but in a quieter tone.

"Who is this 'they' that you speak of, and what reason do 'they' have for spying?"

After hearing the response, Delkat continues,"My sincere apologies for your loss, I pray your father went peacefully."

"But regarding your father -- we received a note from your father in Dunfield on the last 'eve, asking for help."

"We intercepted another note, or rather, found it, upon a dead body near some gates to this land."

"Did you have any knowledge of these notes from your father?
 

"There is a darkness, a blight upon this land," says Ismark, still keeping his voice low. "What the true source of this evil is, I do not know, though I can guess...I only know that the sky watches, and the wind listens. Those who draw attention to themselves have the odd habit of disappearing." Ismark draws his hood back, revealing to you a handome face, made old before its time. While you are certain he must be in his mid-twenties, Ismark looks to be near forty. Still, he has bright green eyes, and a mop of dark hair covers his head. He takes another sip of his wine before continuing. "You say you have notes from my father? Could I perhaps see them?"
 

Delkat Kraylin

Delkat looks over towards the bar, where the others had been congregating and motions over the holder of the notes.

As the individual nears the table, Delkat says in a low voice,"The burgomaster is dead, Ismark, here, is his son, and would like to see the notes we have from his late father."

After the man has a chance to read over the notes, Delkat begins to speak once again,"What do you make of them?"
 

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