Rhun's I6: Ravenloft - IC Thread

[Rhun]

As you approach closer, the music becomes more clear, though you cannot make out the words, which are sung in a language that none of you understand. The vocals are soulful and declamatory, despite the fast pace of the song. And now you can hear hand-clapping and the notes of a panflute accompanying the music. The source cannot be far away now, perhaps a couple hundred feet further on along the track.

 

[s@squ@tch]

Delkat Kraylin

Unable to understand the music or language, Delkat began to be on edge.

His morningstar hanging from his belt, he reaches into a side pocket of his haversack and withdraws a scroll tube.

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Withdraw scroll of Silence from haversack, in case music becomes nasty.
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[Rhun]

You continue on, and after a few minutes more the canopy of mist and branches overhead suddenly gives way to black clouds boiling far above. There is a clearing here, off to your right. Dry, brittle grass rustles in the biting wind driving down from the Balinok Mountains. On the far side of the clearing are many colorful wagons, parked on the banks of a wide pool formed by the river. A dozen brightly clad figures surround a large, roaring fire. One sings, while another plays the panflute, and the rest clap their hands and add their voices here and there. The mournful tones of the song mix meekly with the moaning of the wind.

The road continues on past the camp.

 

[renau1g]

Sarryx watches the people with a mix of apprehension and admiration, what kind of people to survive outside in such a dismal place and still find the energy to play music.

 

[Queenie]

"The gypsy are a people not like ours, their ways may be foreign to us, more free. Let us approach but be cautious."

Esme will lead the way if no one else takes the lead.

 

[kinem]

Ryan approaches the Vistani along with Esme. Unsure whether it would be less appropriate to draw his mandolin or his sword, he opts for neither.

 

[s@squ@tch]

Delkat follows along behind Esme and Ryan towards the gypsies, planning on letting the others take the lead in speaking with these brightly colored, yet dirty, hippies.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Ares

Ares follows the others to the camp. He wants to hear what the others have to say.
The gods gave humans one mouth and two ears – meaning, talk less and listen more.

 

[renau1g]

Sarryx will stick with Ares.

 

[Rhun]

The Vistani stop their music as they notice you approaching. One of them, more gaily colored than the rest, and wearing much in the way of gold and silver jewelry, steps forward past his companions and doffs his wide brimmed hat at you. He greets you in the lilting, accented speech that you have come to associate with the Vistani people. "Ah, well met travelers! Will you join us around the fire? We have bread, and wine, and song!"



The Gypsy Camp