Rhun's I6: Ravenloft - IC Thread

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Delkat

"My goddess...." Delkat whispers to himself as he gazes upon the house.

"It is a testament to your will that you still live -- your manse has been obviously beset by evil for quite some time....."

He studies the markings on the planks -- trying to understand their meaning and possible origin.

"Ismark -- how does this vampire terrorize you? Does it freely entire your manse?"

Once inside, Delkat studies the dwellings interior, sizing up the building and looking for all exits/entrances.

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How large is the manse? rough estimate? 40' square, 60'? 80'?

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[Rhun]

Ismark begins to lead the way through the weeds toward the front door of the manor. The building is quite large, over one hundred feet long, and perhaps half that in width, with several stories. Whatever has attacked the house must be strong...several stout wooden planks on the windows are broken, here and there, and the claw marks are deep in the wood. What could cause such damage you can only guess.

As he leads the way, Ismark speaks. "The devil Strahd seems to be able to freely enter any place that he wants. We keep our homes barricaded against him and his servants. Our father kept these servants at bay with an ancient holy symbol of power, passed down from our descendents. It was not long after that was lost, that our father died. Strangely, the manse has not been attacked since." Ismark shrugs. "The Count wields immense power. Wolves and bats serve him, as do all manner of creatures dead but not dead. Why he has not attacked again yet, I do not know, as we no longer have the strength to repel him."

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Ares

Tell me the truth boy!
Ares speak to the man for the first time
A man cannot be a mayor of town without the silent approval of the land’s ruler. What was the connection between your father and the count and How did he become the burgomaster?

 

[Rhun]

Ismark whirls on Ares, his hand going to the hilt of the sword he wears at his waist. "Call me a liar, or imply that my father was in league with the devil that lords over this realm, and you shall taste my steel," he says, his voice as cold as the fog the lies over the land. "The Count pays little attention to how the people of this valley govern their own. The mayor of the township of Barovia is an elected position. My father made no deals with the devil to secure his position."

 

[s@squ@tch]

Delkat

The priest looks askance at Ares for a moment, thinking to himself that he has never heard anything pleasant come from the hooded man.

Shaking his head briefly,"Ismark, I would ask for a room near your sisters bedchamber, so that I can monitor her health, and I would like to see her at once."

He then will wait for Ismark to show him to his sister's room, once there, he will examine her, looking for all physical wounds.

As he enters the bedchamber, he calls out a prayer to his deity,"In your name, goddess, I implore you to lift the taint of evil that surrounds this home -- purify it with your will and warm all living things with your radiance!"

He reaches into his belt pouch, removes a small flask of liquid, and splashes it all around the room.

All those within the room feel a rapid influx of positive energy, which makes all those affected realize just how beset they have been by the evil nature of this land.

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Heal check +13 to look over the sister, cast Consecrate in room -- 20' radius emanation, 12 hr duration.

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[Rhun]

OOC: I know your anxious S@s, but you haven't even gotten inside the house yet...bear with me, as you never know what is coming.

 

[s@squ@tch]

OOC: OK, consider that post for later then, for after the crowd of locals jump out from behind the door and shout,"SURPRISE" and offer us tea and biscuits.

 

[Rhun]

"SURPRISE" and offer us tea and biscuits.

OOC: Mmm...spleen on biscuits.

 

[Nebten]

Now Ares, if you don't wish to help this man, then night is already paid for in the inn. But insults help nothing.

As they get closer to the house, Donner runs his hands inbetween the deep gashes in the side of the manse.

It is a sad day when one's home becomes his fortress. I hope we can alleviate that in some way.

 

[renau1g]

As the bow reaches for his sword, Sarryx prepares to defend his ally, standing close to the Tiefling. "We have no quarrel with you Ismark, but do not threaten a friend of mine less you wish to truly feel what cold is." the Sarryx says, removing his hood and revealing his draconic nature for the first time.

"We are here as allies of you against the darkness controlling these lands. What caused those scratch marks on your house? They seem to be much worse than a simple bat or wolf?" he continues

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Know (arcana, nature, religion) (1d20+15=22, 1d20+8=18, 1d20+8=16) to try and determine the source of the scratches (magical, natural, or undead origin)
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