Rhun's I6: Ravenloft - IC Thread


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"Bah," says the gypsy leader, waving his hat at Sarryx words as if shooing them away. "Certainly there is a taint upon this land, but one cannot spend his life huddled behind barred doors, in silence, scared that something ill might befall him." He places the feathered hat back upon his head, and adjusts it so it fits just right. "No, it is our song, our life, our virility that keeps the darkness at bay."
 

"I like your attitude" Ryan admits to the gypsy "and perhaps I could even join in the music, with my mandolin, for I would be honored to learn new songs from you. We just ate breakfast though, so no need to offer us food or drink.

But I must ask - what we have seen stalking this land is not some merely nebulous darkness or some weight on the soul - though there is that too - but, well, hordes of quite physical undead. How do you get them to leave you alone?"
 

"The power of Vistani magic is great," says the man in response to Ryan's question. "And Madam Eva, our spiritual leader, wields it better than any." He smiles, and glances around at your group. "Indeed, it was fated that you would come to our humble camp. Madam Eva foretold of it."
 



Delkat

The mans words began to cause Delkat's stomach to churn slightly.

Necromancy.

Walking undead.

Unfettered group of people.

This just did not sit well with Delkat.

Perhaps these people were in league with the undead? It just made no sense to the priest as to why these folks would not be assaulted by them.

He was curious to meet this 'spiritual' leader.
 

"Madam Eva has much to say. You wish to see her, yes?" He turns, waving his hand for you to follow, as he begins to lead you toward a large and brightly colored silk tent at the rear of the camp, near the banks of the ice-blue pool. "Yes, speak with Madam Eva you must."
 

Ryan had been careful not to suggest a meeting with the powerful and possibly hostile spellcaster, but figures that it was probably inevitable all along.

So he follows and heads into the colorful tent.
 

The leader of the gypsies stops at the largest and brightest of the tents. He grabs a flap and pulls it, opening an entryway into the tent beyond. All appears dark and dim within, and you catch a faint scent of clove and ginger. "Madam Eva is waiting. Please, enter."
 

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